Planet Terror Page #4

Oh, f***!

Aah! Aah!

Cherry?

I thought you said if you saw a deer,

you shouldn't f***ing swerve!

It wasn't a deer.

Cherry! Cherry! No!

Aah!

Palomita.

- Don't let her die on me, Block.

- What do we got?

Car accident. Heavy contusions

about the torso,

possible spinal trauma...

one severed limb.

Where's the leg?

Three sickos attacked her.

I shot at them.

I never miss.

They took the leg with them.

You'll have to come with us, Wray.

We need to talk about this, you know?

He has to sign her in.

Do what, now?.

Well, he's with her.

He's respponsible for her.

He can fill this out after we talk.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay! F***!

Hey, Block.

No, you do it.

Suit yourself.

What are you doing

with a rifle, Wray?

Nothing.

Just thinking about maybe doing

some hunting when the season breaks.

Come on, Wray.

You know you're not supppposed

to be doing that stuff anymore.

Not even hunting?

Not even hunting.

And you know that.

Not with your history.

And here I stick my neck out for you.

I stick it out far.

Now you've got a gal in your wrecked truck

with a missing leg?

A missing leg that's now missing?

And here you're saying

in front of everybody

that someone up and snatched it?

And that you shot at 'em with a gun

that you never should've had

in the first pplace?

And that now they're gone?

What if I find the leg?

So, now you know where it is?

You'll tell us where it is,

give us a full confession, you're saying?

Sheriff, can we finish

this conversation somewhere else?

My thought exactly.

I know it sounds a little arrogant

puttin' upp a sign--

"Best damn barbecue in Texas..."

"Period."

But, hell...

who's gonna come in here

and argue about that?

Oh, yeah.

Big contest comin' up.

Mm.

I'm workin' on the perfect sauce.

Yeah.

That'll put me on the Food Channel.

Put this pplace back on the mapp

where it belongs.

I'll talk to you later.

Can I interest y'all in a plate of

soon-to-be-award-winnin' barbecue?

You're from Dinky's, ain't ya?

Well, you tell that sumbitch,

he thinks he's gonna come over here

and get my recippes...

well, I got a double-barreled answer

to his query right inside.

God damn, that's good.

Doctor Block!

Three fresh ones rollin' in!

Christ, you're kidding.

Automobile accident

off of Highway 18.

DOAs?

Have Andy pick 'em up.

He's already on 620

picking up another two.

F***ing Wednesday nights.

That's unsanitary, Doc.

Not if I'm the only one using it.

Helps me monitor

my state of calmness.

Yeah, don't get all worked up

enough to crack it.

F***.

You might cut yourself pretty good.

Then I'd know I was not calm.

Yeah, what do you say now, Doc?

Somebody call my wife.

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