Planet Terror Page #5

DC-2?

Mm.

Yeah.

Well, what about

countering with atroppine?

Yeah.

Okay. Gotcha, gotcha.

Well, boys, I'm beat.

I gotta get home.

I'll see y'all tomorrow.

All right, then.

Thanks for the extra help, Earl.

Hey, Wray.

You in trouble again?

Just passin' through, I hope.

Well, me, too.

How's the wife, Earl?

Well, she's not too good.

Thanks for askin'.

Most of it's her own doin', you know.

Smokin' them goddamn cigarettes.

Pack a day for 40 years.

Yeah, she doesn't want anything

to do with, uh...chemo.

So...it does take its toll.

You don't smoke, do you, Wray?

No.

That's probably good.

See y'all.

You're gonna start by telling me

when you first started

carrying this gun.

And then we'll move up

to when you first set eyes

on this gal Cherry.

Okay.

Okay.

Sheriff Hague.

It's J.t, Sheriff.

J.T., how's the barbecue business?

Ever since that bastard landlord

raised the rent, it's gone to sh*t.

Well, I'm real sorry

to hear about that.

I wish there was something

I could do.

Right now I ain't callin' my brother.

I'm callin' the sheriff.

I'm listening. What's the trouble?

Well. there ain't no trouble.

Not yet. anyway.

I got two delinquents been hangin'

around here for over an hour.

They won't purchase

and they won't leave.

Oh, never mind. Here they come.

You cook that meat

at 250 degrees, don't you?

I don't remember.

I set the heat with my hand.

You give me that recipe, or I'll raise

your rent higher than a Georgia pine.

Brother. ain't no Texan's ever gonna

give you his barbecue recipe.

That's a fact.

He'll take it to his grave.

I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig.

I ain't gonna tell you.

I could be dyin' in your arms.

I ain't gonna tell you!

- Heh heh heh.

- We'll see about that.

You gonna look.

or you gonna eat?

You called for me?

I need for you to see this.

Looks like a no-brainer.

What does that mean?

No brain.

Scoopped clean out of her skull.

Oh, oh, oh!

I know what this is.

Don't tell me.

Uh... Iiquefactive necrosis.

You think?

Oh, sure, yeah.

Thank you. That'll be all.

Oh...

Did you know she was back in town?

No.

I didn't.

What happened to her?

I don't know, baby.

I thought you stopped

seeing each other.

We have.

Well, yes, you have now--

she's f***ing dead.

I mean, we--

we stopped before.

I--

I haven't talked to her in a while.

But you've written each other.

Here and there.

But not--

What are you doing?!

Let me see your last three messages.

- You have no right.

- I don't?

I don't have a right?

Show it to me.

Show it to me.

No.

Aah!

Now, that's just to take the sting off.

Show it to me.

No, please.

- Show... it...to... me!

- Aaahh! Aah! Aah!

Now let's see how fast

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