Return of the Living Dead 2 Page #2

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You're right.

There's a chill in the air tonight.

Fifty-eight years old,

can't be too careful in this weather.

Yeah, you'll end up

in one of those.

Not me. You'll never find me

in one of these.

I'm gonna get me cremated.

You're afraid that some old creep

like you will steal your head.

Watch your tongue, boy,

if you like this job.

Like this job?

Like this job?

Joey?

Okay. Okay, that is it.

I am out of here.

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t.

Okay, okay. The van. You can take

the van. It's right over there.

Oh, f*** this.

Should have taken the chicken soup.

Holy Jesus, Ed!

Holy Mother of God!

Ed? Ed! Is there something

I should know?

You're supposed to be dead!

Holy sh*t. This is big f***ing trouble.

Joey! Joey, kill it!

Joey! Joey, wait for me!

Joey!

Joey, get him!

Brains!

Brains!

Brains!

- We gotta get Brenda, man. She's alone.

- What about me?

- You selfish jerk.

- Oh, I am, I am.

Lord, forgive me. They're dead.

I thought you were finished with them.

I've got a feeling he's not listening.

We gotta handle this thing, whatever

it is. But first we gotta get Brenda.

- No, not that way! The road. This way.

- Yeah, go.

Joey!

- How are you? Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- What did you do?

- He didn't do anything.

It's me they're after. It's my sins.

- Hail Mary, full of grace...

- Quit doing that!

The Lord is with me.

Save this sinner, please.

There's lights over there.

Brains.

Out there.

Lucy, in the cemetery...

...this hand came out

and tried to grab me.

- I didn't know what to do.

- Upstairs, mister.

In a drum. Big, slimy.

We've gotta call the Army. It's for real.

- Great imagination.

- Let's go, right now.

You've gotta believe me.

- I don't want any more trouble, mister.

- Let me at least call Mom.

Do not try to leave this room,

do you understand?

Hey, what are you doing out there?

Damn.

I can't go any faster.

Please, slow down. Please.

Wait for me! No, don't leave me.

Please.

One move and you're dead meat.

- Oh, please don't shoot!

- No, go ahead and do it.

I deserve to die.

Call the police or the fire department

or the SWAT team or anybody...

...but do it now.

What...? What was that?

- Where do you think you're going?

- Get your family out of here. Now!

Okay. Okay. Mildred, get in here.

Jesse?

Jesse.

Jesse!

You've gone too far this time.

Now, open this door.

Jesse, you let me in there this minute.

Jesse, if you don't open this door,

I am gonna come in there and kill you.

- This is Section 4.

- Is this the Army?

That does it. I am gonna tell Mom...

...and you are gonna be grounded

for a month.

Well, don't just stand there,

do something.

- This might chip the paint.

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