Return of the Living Dead 2 Page #3

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- Please do it.

- Go ahead, please.

- Is this where you call about the drums?

- Yes. Your name, please?

- Jesse Wilson.

Hold the line,

your call is being transferred.

All right!

Hurry up.

It's for the colonel.

- Excuse me, sir. It's for you.

- Thank you.

- Come on, baby, let's go.

- Oh, but that's stealing.

- Oh, but that's okay.

- Come on!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Get started, will you?

Hey!

What's going on?

Man.

- Which way?

- Left!

No, right!

- Hello?

- Hello, this is Glover.

- Hello?

- Hello, Glover here. Hello.

- That's good, right there.

- Did he see the report?

Damn!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Look what you made us do!

Now he's killed someone,

and it's all your fault, you schmuck!

- I know.

- Stop it!

I can't believe it!

Oh, dear Lord, help me.

- Did you see what I think I saw?

- Yeah.

Hey, you guys.

Did somebody get hurt?

- No.

- Yes.

Wait right here.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Wait here?

I'm gonna tell everything.

Jesse, you get back here, you creep.

Once I get a hold of you,

I am just gonna kill you.

- Let me go.

- I gotta call for help.

- The phone's dead.

- You've gotta help us.

- This is serious.

- We're not kidding!

- Miss, you gotta help us!

- Let go of me!

- Get out. I'll call the police.

- You gotta help!

- You got a gun in this place?

- A gun? Get out!

Phone's dead.

Hey, get your hands off of her!

- You don't understand!

- I understand. That's hit-and-run, pal.

- They're dead!

- I know...

- Already dead!

- Trust me, dead, dead.

- Dead, dead!

- Yeah!

- We gotta get to a phone.

- That's right.

Him, right? You've got no idea.

Wait, wait, wait a...!

- Oh, Jesus.

- Joey?

I don't feel so good.

Oh, Jesus.

What is...?

Oh, no.

No!

What is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh, you son of a b*tch!

You bastard!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, God!

Oh, get rid of it, please! Get rid of it!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, God!

Oh, Mother of Mercy.

Oh, mama, mama.

Oh, Mother of Mercy.

Get that damn screwdriver

out of my head.

We've gotta get out of here,

get to a phone.

Joey, baby, it's okay. We're gonna...

I don't know what we're gonna, but...

Brains!

Help! Help!

Jesse?

- Help!

- Jesse?

Help! Help him!

Brains!

Oh, God!

We gotta get out of here.

- We gotta get out of here.

- We know, dummy. We need a car.

Doc Mandel, he's got a car.

He's got a phone, we...

- Where is this guy?

- Two houses over.

- It's all clear.

- Show us the way.

- What?

- I knew we should have gone dancing.

I'll take care of you, baby.

Get her out of here, now!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God! Get off of me!

Jesus! Oh, my God! Sh*t.

God, help.

And now, two, kick out.

Three, now to the front.

Two, three, again.

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