Phantasm: Ravager

Oh, man.

I sure could use

a Rocket Pop right about now.

REGGIE:

110 degrees, no food...

A few drops of water

if I'm lucky enough to find it,

but it still feels good

to be back home...

if this even is home.

I can't tell

what's real any more

because of him.

He's a shape-shifter

with super-human strength.

- He enslaves the dead...

- [creature roars]

uses them to create terror.

He has the power

to channel time,

dimensions, even dreams.

He was a scientist

in a past life

who crossed the threshold

to a red world

and came back changed.

His sentinels,

the brain's sucking spheres,

have blocked every path I've had

at finding my lost friend Mike.

The bastards are toying with me.

I know they're here now,

somewhere, clocking me.

This Tall Man,

he's taken everything from me:

my job, my best friend Jody,

and now his little brother Mike

who I swore to protect.

They're gone...

- and I'm alone.

- (gun ratchets)

It's just me now.

My name is Reggie.

But it's good to be back home,

even if I am on foot

now that some f***-wad

jacked my Plymouth 'Couda

that I left hidden

in the desert.

So I wander,

following the Tall Man's

path of destruction,

salvaging what I can

from the remains

he's left behind.

[wind rustling]

[wood creaks]

[toy squeaks]

[grunting]

- [gargled choking]

- [liquid draining]

[crunching]

[metal clinks]

[engine revs]

[revs]

[honking]

[revving, honking]

MAN:
Hey, you!

Get out of the road!

A**hole!

Yeah, you!

[engine stalls]

[engine cranking]

[engine cranks]

Can I help you?

Give a guy a ride?

Where're you heading?

Down the road a piece.

You got any money?

I got money.

Fifty dollars.

You got it.

[engine cranking]

Hey, the fifty.

Oh, yeah.

[chuckles]

[paper rustling]

Nice jacket.

Nice car.

You don't see

too many '71 'Couda's

driving around any more.

Heh, funny thing.

- I had one just like it.

- [car revs]

I had to park it...

on a desert road

while I took care

of some business.

Of course, mine had

a chrome-plated 9mm

loaded with steel-jacketed

wadcutters

in the center console.

Oh, that's right...

[gun c*cks]

it was in the glove box.

[heavy breathing]

Get the f*** out of my car!

- [engine revs]

- [tires screech]

Thanks a lot, a**hole!

[machines whir and clink]

[wet thud]

- [drilling]

- [glugging]

[gun clicks]

[shots banging]

[clanks]

[grunts]

[groans]

[tires screech]

[mutters]

[heavy breathing]

[drilling]

[drilling continues]

[gun shots]

[orb whines]

[orb fizzles, stops]

[gun shots]

[shots continue]

[thuds]

F***.

[gasps]

Mike, what the hell?

What's... What's...

What's...

[sighs]

Where the hell am I?

- You're safe.

- Yeah, I'm safe?

Oh, that's... good.

I'm safe.

Where am I safe?

Where... where is this place?

Reggie...

Reggie, you've been my rock.

When Jody died, you were the

guy that took care of me,

and... I will owe you

forever for that.

But... But why am I here?

They found you

wandering in the desert...

like Moses.

[chuckles]

Mike.

[chuckles]

Buddy, I've been looking

for you for so long...

- and now you're here!

- Yes.

You're right here.

[Mike chuckles]

But this is not right.

- [sighs]

- Not here, this is not right.

It's complicated.

Okay, I'm listening.

Come on, spit it out, Mike!

Yeah, um...

There's been a diagnosis

and you... have... dementia.

Dementia?

Early on-set.

- [laughing]

- MIKE:
But there's therapies

and there are treatments...

and there's

this beautiful place.

REGGIE:
Yeah, yeah,

yeah, come on, Mike.

- And we're together.

- Come on!

You don't believe

that crap, do you?

- MIKE:
'Cause you're not alone...

- Nah, this is one of...

This is just another

one of his tricks.

- [groans]

- [Reggie laughs]

- REGGIE:
Yeah, I see it all now.

- Right.

Okay, listen, the doctor said

I'm supposed

to keep you engaged,

keep your mind active.

So... tell me the story

from the beginning...

again.

REGGIE:
The story's

always the same, Mike.

I'm tracking you.

It starts with me coming back

through one of his portals

from God knows where.

I find myself

deep in the desert.

I get my car back,

and I'm feeling pretty good

when I'm driving

American muscle again.

I keep to the back roads,

small towns,

those overlooked places

that nobody would expect...

one eye out for those spheres,

and the other for him.

And like all good stories,

it starts with a girl.

Okay, Reg.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Oh! I'm sorry.

I thought you were

someone I knew.

You mean, you know somebody else

that drives around these parts

in a black '71 Barracuda?

[chuckles] Far out.

I'm really sorry I stopped you.

I thought you were

a friend of mine.

Well, you look like

you could use some help.

Um, it just kinda

stopped working.

Do you know anything about cars?

- Do you think you...

- Oh, no, no.

I don't think so.

I don't think I can

help you with that...

but I can give you a lift

up to the next town if you want.

[sighs]

I'm not really in the habit

of getting into cars

with strangers.

Well, hi, I'm Reggie.

- I'm Dawn.

- Hi, Dawn.

See, now we're not

strangers any more.

[chuckles]

Let me just get my bag.

[Reggie chuckles]

- Let's hit it.

- [car revs]

Well, this is it.

Home sweet home.

Beautiful.

- Do you live here alone?

- No.

Actually, I have

a farmhand... Demeter.

Demeter, huh?

My parents were Bulgarian,

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