They Live Page #3

Close the door.

Drive.

Not too fast.

They're gone.

- Just keep driving.

- Where am I going?

- Are you married?

- Yes.

- Please, don't lie to me.

- No.

Live alone?

- Your place.

- I'd rather not.

I'm afraid I must insist.

Hi, Holly!

- I don't know what you want.

- Just quiet.

It's like a drug. Wearing

these glasses makes you high...

...but you come down hard.

- Things didn't turn out well today.

- You're not the only one.

I'm sorry,

but I needed you to get away.

You have two guns.

You're not sorry, you're in charge.

We're in trouble. They're everywhere.

You can see them with these glasses.

We're being controlled by these things

and we've got to stop them.

I'll do whatever you want,

just don't hurt me, please.

Listen to what I'm saying to you.

You're fighting the forces of evil...

that can only be seen with sunglasses.

- Take a look.

- I'll wear your glasses, if you want.

If I don't see what you see,

I'm going to see it anyway.

- You have it your way.

- It's not my way... It's your way.

- Don't f*** with me.

- I'm thirsty.

Go ahead.

I'm sorry I have to be here.

- So your name's Holly?

- Holly Thompson.

That's a pretty name.

What do you do?

Assistant program director. Cable 54.

A TV station? They're sending

signals out of TV sets.

No, I'm all right.

Holly Thompson.

Yes, I'll hold.

Frank?

- Don't let anybody see you.

- I've had a rough couple of days.

I want nothing to do with you.

How many people did you kill?

- They're not people.

- You crazy son-of-a-b*tch.

You ain't showing me nothing.

I've got a wife and kids.

Leave me alone.

Get out of here.

No!

One week's pay.

It's the best I could do.

Wait!

You'd better find someplace to hide.

- Try these on.

- You crazy mother!

- Put these on.

- Stay away from me.

I'm trying to save you

and your family's life.

You can't even save yourself.

I'm giving you a choice. Put these on

or start eating that trash can.

- Not this year.

- Okay.

Come on.

I don't want to fight you.

Stop it.

Put on the glasses.

I told you

I didn't want to be involved.

Dirty motherf***er.

Take a look. Put them on.

No!

I'm sorry.

Put the glasses on. Put them on!

F*** you!

Look! They're everywhere.

They can see us.

They're at 5th and Spring.

Hold on. You aren't the first one

to wake up out of a dream.

What's that?

Brother, life's a b*tch...

and she's back in heat.

I want a room.

Ain't love grand?

CONFORM:

Don't wear those glasses too long.

It's like a knife in your skull.

- How long have they been there?

- Who knows?

- Where do they come from?

- They ain't from Cleveland.

I don't need that sh*t!

What are we going to do?

- Wait.

- Wait for what?

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