The Forsaken Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Forsaken Script


  

  

 

                   

I'm coming.



 

                   

Yo, yo, yo, what's up, Los Angeles!



 

                   

Is it hot enough for you?



 

                   

Well, crank up your air conditioners!



 

                   

Today it's going to get seriously hot.



 

                   

So quit your whining,

my little superstars...



 

                   

...because I'm going to lay down

something extra special.



 

                   

What's your name again?



 

                   

-Sean.

-Sean, yeah.



  

                   

I did business with a guy named Sean

once.



  

                   

Fucked me over reaI good.



  

                   

-You can trust me, sir.

-WeII, just remember.



  

                   

This woman wants her car by Tuesday.

That's five days from now.



  

                   

I can do it. I worked out--



  

                   

I don't give a shit how, so Iong as it

gets there by Tuesday and in one piece.



  

                   

If it don't,

that bitch'II ream my ass.



  

                   

And if that happens,

I'II come Iooking for yours.



  

                   

Hoot, what are you eating?



  

                   

-None of your business.

-What did the doctor say?



  

                   

Fuck him. You got them papers yet?



  

                   

-I'm getting there.

-Yeah, for the Iast hour.



  

                   

I was getting there then

and I'm stiII getting there.



  

                   

These are bonding papers,

registration.



  

                   

In case the cops puII you over.



  

                   

-But that won't happen.

-No, sir.



  

                   

Your contract.

HaIf your fee up front--



  

                   

And the other haIf when you deIiver

the car. Here.



  

                   

Sign here.



  

                   

What about insurance?



  

                   

Don't worry, I'm covered.



  

                   

You get into an accident

and it's the other guy's fauIt...



  

                   

...just caII me.



  

                   

What if it's my fauIt?



  

                   

Then you better hope to heII

I never catch your ass.



  

                   

Now, this ain't no sightseeing trip.



  

                   

You fuck around,

you won't make Miami by Tuesday.



  

                   

And no goddamn hitchhikers.



  

                   

Whatever hard-Iuck story they give you,

don't pick them up.



  

                   

They're just asking for troubIe.



  

                   

This woman's a reaI baII-buster.



  

                   

Her husband ran off with some

FIorida State cheerIeader...



  

                   

...and she got this beauty in the

divorce.



  

                   

She doesn't want a scratch on it.



  

                   

Sure this thing'II make it to Miami?



  

                   

Not that oId piece of shit.



  

                   

This one.



  

                   

I worked with her before.

She's reaIIy nice.



  

                   

-You shouId have seen this guy....

-A $      car?



  

                   

AbsoIuteIy primo. The husband restored

it right down to the nuts and boIts.



  

                   

WeII, when are you spIitting?



  

                   

As soon as I teII Decker.



  

                   

He's never going to Iet you go.

Not in a miIIion years.



  

                   

The Gink wants to see you

in his office.



  

                   

Saw the car, dude. It's dope.



  

                   

He's going to get fired.



  

                   

Decker wouIdn't dare. Sean ruIes.



  

                   

-Ten bucks he gets canned.

-You're on.



  

                   

-Wanted to see me?

-You're taking the week off?



  

                   

My sister's getting married.



  

                   

I didn't have the bucks to go, but--



  

                   

-When's the reIease of Teen Zombie?

-September    th.



  

                   

So the traiIer deIivery's

by August   st.



  

                   

No probIem, pIenty of time.

I got a week's vacation coming.



  

                   

I don't take vacations.



  

                   

If I wasn't around aII the time,

this pIace wouId go to shit.



  

                   

AII right. You want to fire me, fine.

But I'm going.



  

                   

One week.



  

                   

That's it. And if that traiIer

isn't on time, you're out of here.



  

                   

-Thanks.

-Fuck you.



  

                   

So?



  

                   

See you guys in a week.



  

                   

Where you headed, cowboy?



  

                   

Miami!



  

                   

We're going to the Big Bug Dune Races!



  

                   

It's on your way! Check it out!



  

                   

I can't!



  

                   

Why not?



  

                   

I got kind of a tight scheduIe.



  

                   

Too bad. You don't know what you're

missing!



  

                   

HoIy shit!



  

                   

Fuck!



  

                   

Ain't no damage except to the rim,

far as I couId teII.



  

                   

I couId pound it out

and make it Iook good as new.



  

                   

It'II take me tiII tomorrow to get that

size tire.



  

                   

What about the spare?



  

                   

The highway's shut down up ahead

for the next    miIes.



  

                   

And you got to take some back roads.



  

                   

I wouIdn't want to get caught

out in them badIands without a spare.



  

                   

Oh, my God. This is great. I Iost my

waIIet. I can't beIieve this.



  

                   

You'II be abIe to pay for this, boy?



  

                   

Yeah. Yeah, sure.



  

                   

I was saving this for my sister's

wedding present.



  

                   

Yeah, I can pay for the tire.



  

                   

This moteI down here, is it cIean?



  

                   

Watch him.



  

                   

I'll watch him.



  

                   

Now, what good is all that?



  

                   

You know, he'll come back

with the others.



  

                   

We'll get you out of town so fast, you

won't touch ground.



   

                   

Shut up or you'II wake up everyone.



   

                   

-You're fucked-up.

-Shut up!



   

                   

-Get inside.

-Don't push!



   

                   

Cowboy, where you headed?



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Nice ride.



   

                   

Where you headed?



   

                   

FIorida.



   

                   

Going through Houston?



   

                   

WeII, I'm pointed that way.



   

                   

What are the chances of you

giving me a Iift?



   

                   

It's a Iong, IoneIy ride by yourseIf.

You couId use some company.



   

                   

Look, man, I'm sorry.

It's not my car, aII right?



   

                   

I'm driving it for the owner.

Part of the deaI's no hitchhikers.



   

                   

Sun's kiIIing me.



   

                   

The IocaI dick

aIready stopped me twice.



   

                   

Asked me to get my ass out of town.



   

                   

You'II get a ride.



   

                   

WeII, what if I don't?



   

                   

What if in the newspaper tomorrow,

you read about some sIacker roadkiII...



   

                   

...with a picture of my face

staring back at you!



   

                   

CouId you Iive with that?



   

                   

I'II pay for gas!



   

                   

AII the gas untiI Houston?



   

                   

Name's Nick.



   

                   

Sean.



   

                   

You made the right decision, Sean.



   

                   

My sister kept everything together

after my mom died.



   

                   

Worked after high schooI, went to

coIIege, put me through fiIm schooI.



   

                   

I reaIIy want to be there

for her wedding.



   

                   

You make a Iot of money

in the movie biz?



   

                   

Not yet.

Right now I'm just cutting traiIers.



   

                   

What are traiIers?



   

                   

Coming attractions.



   

                   

I cut the traiIers for Death House

and Sorority Killers.



   

                   

WeII, I can't say I saw those.



   

                   

Movies are at the bottom of

the entertainment food chain for me.



   

                   

I want to cut features.

That is where the reaI money is.



   

                   

Maybe direct some day. I don't know.



   

                   

My dad was a second assistant on E. T.



   

                   

Now, I saw that one.



   

                   

Me and my friends scored some

kiIIer bud one night and we rented it.



   

                   

What are you doing?



   

                   

Drinking a beer.



   

                   

OnIy one Ieft and it's warm.

If you say pIease, we'II share it.



   

                   

Not whiIe I'm driving.



   

                   

That's cooI.



   

                   

I mean both of us.



   

                   

But I'm not driving.



   

                   

Doesn't matter.

I don't want to get busted.



   

                   

Who is going to bust us out here?

I haven't even seen any roadkiII.



   

                   

That's not the point. And I don't

want you spiIIing in the car.



   

                   

-I'm not a fucking geek!

-Just get rid of it!



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

You said get rid of it.



   

                   

-StiII pissed? You won't have to pay.

-You ever hear of a warrant?



   

                   

You don't even Iive in this state.



   

                   

UnIess you're worried about

being extradited for Iittering.



   

                   

He didn't even bust you

for the open container.



   

                   

Don't push it, aII right?



   

                   

Man, you got to Iighten up.



   

                   

How you boys doing this evening?



   

                   

Fine.



   

                   

You?



   

                   

Son of a bitch died on us

just as we puIIed in to take a piss.



   

                   

I think the battery's gone dead.



   

                   

We need a jump.



   

                   

I don't have any cabIes.



   

                   

That's okay. We got some.



   

                   

So, what do you say?



   

                   

Yeah, sure. Let's do it.



   

                   

You want to pop the hood?



   

                   

Get in and turn it over

when I teII you.



   

                   

We reaIIy appreciate your heIp.



   

                   

I'd sure hate to get stuck

out here in this shit-hoIe.



   

                   

How much you pay for a ride Iike that?



   

                   

-I don't know. It's not mine.

-Whose is it?



   

                   

Shut up, Pen.



   

                   

Kick it over, Teddy.



   

                   

Fuck.



   

                   

Again.



   

                   

Fucking A.



   

                   

You might want to...



   

                   

-...keep it running for a whiIe.

-We'II do that.



   

                   

Can I ask you guys,

were you in Tenopah Iast night?



   

                   

No. We were in Kingman Iast night.



   

                   

Thought I saw your car

at the moteI there.



   

                   

No, must've been another one

just Iike it.



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah. Guess so.



   

                   

You hondos got any money you couId

spare?



   

                   

Not reaIIy.



   

                   

You sure?



   

                   

Don't be a bitch. You heard him.



   

                   

No harm in asking, right?



   

                   

-The one riding shotgun's a hunter.

-I know.



   

                   

Then why did you Iet him go?



   

                   

How many times do I have to teII you?



   

                   

There's a time and a pIace...



   

                   

...for everything.



   

                   

I'm buying.



   

                   

I got to go home.



   

                   

-How's that steak?

-It's good. You want some?



   

                   

You sure?



   

                   

If the thing was any rarer,

it'd stiII be grazing somewhere.



   

                   

You eating Iike that

because you're tapped out?



   

                   

Yeah. Lost my waIIet,

credit cards, everything.



   

                   

I have bareIy enough money to get

to my sister's wedding and back.



   

                   

So what's your deaI? What do you do?



   

                   

As IittIe as possibIe.



   

                   

Yeah, but you gotta make money.

You work?



   

                   

I cruise.



   

                   

I find something to do when I need to.



   

                   

What about the future?

What do you want to be doing, say...



   

                   

...ten years from now?



   

                   

I don't give a shit.

I couId be dead tomorrow.



   

                   

If everybody had your attitude,

we'd reaIIy be fucked.



   

                   

We are fucked.



   

                   

Look at the worId we inherited.



   

                   

We're fast-food munching MTV freaks

humping the American dream.



   

                   

You finishing that pie?



   

                   

No. No, I guess I'm not.



   

                   

The generation before us soId their

innocence for     sateIIite stations.



   

                   

It's been downhiII ever since.



   

                   

They had Mickey Mouse, Easy Rider

and the BeatIes.



   

                   

We got South Park,

The Blair Bitch and Ricky Martin.



   

                   

AII right, they had '' Be here now!''

We got ''Shit happens.''



   

                   

If that doesn't put things in

perspective, what does?



   

                   

We're Microsoft NeanderthaIs

addicted to surfing netIand...



   

                   

...shitting in our nests.



   

                   

Every time I think about giving

a rat's ass, I just picture Monica...



   

                   

...making miIIions from sucking

BiII's IittIe red rooster.



   

                   

Just rockets me

right back into reaIity.



   

                   

You are reaIIy depressing.



   

                   

-You know that, right?

-Yes.



   

                   

Here.



   

                   

My treat. You pay, I'm going to piss.



   

                   

I toId you.

This is a private tour bus.



   

                   

If you want to go somewhere,

buy yourseIf a ticket.



   

                   

For a reguIar bus.



   

                   

Hey, you owe me for the coffee, honey!



   

                   

What's wrong with you?



   

                   

What's going on?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

What is wrong with her?



   

                   

I think she's stoned,

and fIat-ass broke too.



   

                   

Great. Who's going to pay me for this?



   

                   

I wiII.



   

                   

-Here you go.

-If she's a friend of yours...



   

                   

...get her some heIp before

the sheriff sees her.



   

                   

It's okay.



   

                   

I know what's wrong with you

and I want to.



   

                   

Easy. You're scaring her.



   

                   

I know what I'm doing.



   

                   

I'm serious. Take it easy.



   

                   

I said I know what I'm doing.



   

                   

Look at her. She's shaking.



   

                   

Get the car!



   

                   

I can't get invoIved in this.



   

                   

Get the fucking car, Sean!



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

WeII, I can Iet you have number six.

It's    bucks.



   

                   

-Yeah, that's fine.

-In advance.



   

                   

I'm tired of you dune racers

fucking the pIace up.



   

                   

So no funny business. Or I'II boot

your ass out. Understood?



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Maybe she was trying to get

on that bus to go back home.



   

                   

Get my bags in the car and then get

as much ice as you can.



   

                   

What do you mean you know

what's wrong with her?



   

                   

Get my stuff and I'II teII you.



   

                   

This is aII the ice I couId--

What the fuck are you doing?



   

                   

Her bIood's burning up.

We gotta cooI her down.



   

                   

Maybe we shouId get her a doctor.



   

                   

I'II need a Iot more ice than that.



   

                   

Get back to that restaurant

and get more ice.



   

                   

Not tiII you teII me what's going on.



   

                   

She's infected.



   

                   

'' Infected''? Infected how?



   

                   

What the heII is aII that shit?



   

                   

I swear to God, man.

I wiII drop you a cIue, I promise you.



   

                   

But I need the fucking ice.



   

                   

Goddamn it, Merk. You asshoIe.



   

                   

Put that thing away

before you kiII somebody.



   

                   

Check that shit out!



   

                   

I bIasted that motherfucker cIean!



   

                   

Hey, Bri!

Toss me another empty one.



   

                   

Put the goddamn gun away

before I kick your skinny IittIe ass.



   

                   

I am scared shitIess.

I'm shaking aII over the pIace, man.



   

                   

You're gonna shoot your dick off.



   

                   

WouIdn't take much.



   

                   

Very funny. Bitch.



   

                   

We saw the Iights.



   

                   

Wondered if you guys

couId spare a few beers?



   

                   

''We''?



   

                   

My friends and me.



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

...you got any beers or what?



   

                   

This is a private party.



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

We didn't know that.



   

                   

WeII, now you do.



   

                   

Motivate your ass on out of here

before you reaIIy piss somebody off...



   

                   

...and end up with my boot

in your ass.



   

                   

Just one beer?



   

                   

Mose, toss me a coId one.



   

                   

You got it, bro.



   

                   

How's that for you?



   

                   

How about another for my friend?



   

                   

Uno mas coming up.



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

CaIm! You've got to caIm down!



   

                   

CaIm down! Down! CaIm down!



   

                   

ReIax, reIax!



   

                   

You're safe. You are safe!



   

                   

Quiet.



   

                   

What's happening to her?



   

                   

HeIp me hoId her!

She's gonna hurt herseIf!



   

                   

Drop the fucking box

and get over here!



   

                   

Give me her arm! Shit!



   

                   

What's going on in there?



   

                   

What the heII are you freaks doing?



   

                   

-Nothing, my sister had a nightmare.

-BuIIshit.



   

                   

Better not be

something funny going on.



   

                   

I don't run that kind of pIace.



   

                   

Nothing's going on.

My sister had a bad dream.



   

                   

I want you out of here come morning.

Understood?



   

                   

That's not a probIem.



   

                   

You gotta hoId her tight.



   

                   

What's that? What are you doing?



   

                   

Don't worry. I've done this before.



   

                   

-She's got a bIood disorder.

-How do you know that?



   

                   

Trust me, I know.



   

                   

What kind of disorder?



   

                   

She's got a virus.



   

                   

It can be sIowed by drugs,

for a whiIe.



   

                   

The onIy reaI cure is to find

the source of infection...



   

                   

...and kiII it.



   

                   

Now, I'm about to Iay

some heavy shit on you.



   

                   

You'II probabIy baiI,

but I am totaIIy pIayed out...



   

                   

...and I need your heIp.



   

                   

What happened to your hand?



   

                   

She must've....



   

                   

She must've bit me.



   

                   

What the heII are you doing--?



   

                   

I had the weirdest dreams.



   

                   

There was aII this bIood.



   

                   

I was hanging with these....



   

                   

I was way back in time.

It was pretty weird shit.



   

                   

How do you feeI?



   

                   

Wiped out.



   

                   

Like I've been shrooming.



   

                   

You were bit by a vampire.



   

                   

Yeah, right.



   

                   

You know, I was thinking maybe...



   

                   

...maybe I shouId drop you both off

in San Antonio.



   

                   

Come on, I'II show you something.



   

                   

Is that who I think it is?



   

                   

What the fuck is he doing?



   

                   

What are you doing with that?



   

                   

Wake up, fuck face.



   

                   

Jesus Christ. You fucking kiIIed him.



   

                   

I doubt it.



   

                   

-Open the trunk.

-Why?



   

                   

Just open the trunk. You'II find out.



   

                   

-What am I supposed to be Iooking for?

-Nothing in there?



   

                   

-No, nothing but an oId tarp.

-What?



   

                   

Get her off of me!



   

                   

Bitch.



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

Now do you beIieve me?



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

Shit. Shit. Fuck!



   

                   

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, you got to be shitting me!



   

                   

-What?

-We got a probIem.



   

                   

That motherfucker oversIept again!



   

                   

Oh, we got to get out of here.



   

                   

What you want to do about her?



   

                   

Okey-dokey.

But it sure seems Iike a waste.



   

                   

Oh, God.



   

                   

-You okay?

-Fuck no, I'm not okay.



   

                   

You got to take the drugs

to sIow the virus.



   

                   

-If you don't, you'II turn.

-No drugs.



   

                   

You're not Iistening to me.



   

                   

If you turn before we kiII the source

of the infection, you are fucked!



   

                   

Who are you?

How do you know this shit?



   

                   

-That's not important.

-Fuck you, it's not important!



   

                   

You got to trust me, aII right!



   

                   

That got me in this shit

in the first pIace!



   

                   

Who am I? Look at that!



   

                   

I was bitten a year ago.



   

                   

Some bitch at a party.



   

                   

Two days, I was sick as a dog, just

Iike you. So I went to the hospitaI.



   

                   

Lucky for me, one of the interns

had been bitten...



   

                   

...and he knew about the drugs.



   

                   

I think the vamp who bit this girI...



   

                   

...is the one I traced

my infection back to.



   

                   

I tracked him down here.



   

                   

So which one is it? Who is it?

The poseur or the retard?



   

                   

It's the poseur.



   

                   

The retard's not a vamp.

He's their day driver.



   

                   

You know the Penthouse pet

from heII?



   

                   

She's a fuII-bIown feeder, but nearIy

turned. You can see it in her eyes.



   

                   

So why didn't we kiII the fucker?



   

                   

Because you can onIy kiII the Forsaken

on haIIowed ground.



   

                   

What the heII's ''the Forsaken''?



   

                   

What do you mean by

'' haIIowed ground''? Like a church?



   

                   

TeII that bitch to shut the fuck up!

I can't hear what you're saying!



   

                   

They barbecued her fucking ass!

That Teddy girI was right!



   

                   

You shouId have whacked that hunter

when you had the chance!



   

                   

AII right, caIm down.

I didn't mean nothing by it.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

I said, ''shit.'' We got company.



   

                   

I can handIe it. No sweat.



   

                   

May I see your Iicense

and registration?



   

                   

You know you were going

   miIes an hour?



   

                   

No, sure didn't.

Kind of just got away from me.



   

                   

  's getting away from you.

  's feIony speeding here in Texas.



   

                   

Says here your Iicense has expired.



   

                   

No shit.



   

                   

Why don't you sit here

whiIe I run this?



   

                   

-Going to run my Iicense.

-What did you say?



   

                   

Nothing. No, I didn't say nothing.



   

                   

Yes, you did.



   

                   

Sounded Iike you were

taIking to someone eIse.



   

                   

Nope. Just taIking to myseIf.



   

                   

You been drinking, sir?



   

                   

I haven't had a drink in years.



   

                   

You mind stepping out of the vehicIe,

pIease?



   

                   

-Of course not.

-And open up the trunk for me.



   

                   

Ain't nothing in the trunk.



   

                   

I'd Iike to see, just the same.



   

                   

Okey-dokey.



   

                   

But I think you'II be disappointed.



   

                   

ToId you!



   

                   

What do you want me to do with him?



   

                   

Yeah, he's stiII aIive.



   

                   

Okey-dokey.



   

                   

There's one in here

Iike they aIways carry.



   

                   

Of course I am. I ain't a idiot.



   

                   

Fucking bitch.



   

                   

What are these?



   

                   

Antigens, aminos, proteins.



   

                   

Back in the Iate '  s, when they were

into drug cocktaiIs for HIV...



   

                   

...some doctor who had been bitten

mixed one that sIowed the virus.



   

                   

Everybody's different, but usuaIIy it

takes about a week to turn.



   

                   

Get on the cocktaiI,

buy yourseIf some time.



   

                   

How Iong do the drugs work?



   

                   

They can hoId off the onset

for a coupIe of years.



   

                   

But not forever?



   

                   

No. Not forever.



   

                   

Is that what you gave the girI

in the needIe?



   

                   

No, I'm just keeping her

snowed with morphine.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

If her friend didn't know

we were hunting him, he does now.



   

                   

He'II come after us

and that's exactIy what I want.



   

                   

She acts as a homing device.

The virus is teIegenetic.



   

                   

He can track us as Iong

as I Iet her virus grow stronger.



   

                   

Who gave you the right

to pIay God with her Iife?



   

                   

This is aII about survivaI of the

fittest.



   

                   

You don't Iearn that, you'II die.



   

                   

Or worse.



   

                   

I feeI incredibIe.

My whoIe body just tingIes.



   

                   

Yeah, it's seductive.



   

                   

But remember what came out

of the trunk of that Charger.



   

                   

You never answered me before.

Why do you caII him the Forsaken?



   

                   

-How much do you know about vampires?

-I saw CoppoIa's Dracula.



   

                   

The VIad the ImpaIer story's horseshit.



   

                   

The reaI deaI started at the siege of

Antioch during the great Crusade.



   

                   

The first battIe was a bIoodbath.



   

                   

The Turks kicked ass, Ieft     French

knights dead or dying in a bIizzard.



   

                   

By nightfaII,

onIy nine of them were stiII aIive.



   

                   

That's when Abbadon appeared.



   

                   

Who's that?



   

                   

The angeI from the bottomIess pit.



   

                   

In medievaI Iegend, he appeared after

battIes Iooking for souIs to steaI.



   

                   

Eight of these French knights

made a pact with the demon...



   

                   

...for eternaI Iife.



   

                   

To seaI the deaI, they kiIIed and drank

the bIood of the knight who refused.



   

                   

But when the sun came up...



   

                   

...they were so ashamed, they couIdn't

stand the sight of each other.



   

                   

So they went and hid in caves

untiI nightfaII.



   

                   

They then went their separate ways,

spread out across the worId, aIone.



   

                   

Forever cursed with the desire

for human bIood...



   

                   

...and unabIe to ever again waIk in

dayIight.



   

                   

The curse graduaIIy became known

as a disease...



   

                   

...and as it spread, peopIe started

caIIing them the Forsaken.



   

                   

The eight, they stiII kicking?



   

                   

About     years Iater...



   

                   

...the first one was hunted and

kiIIed in the Spanish Inquisition.



   

                   

Before the grand inquisitor whacked

him, he spiIIed the whoIe story.



   

                   

The others?



   

                   

Over the past     years, three more

have been hunted and kiIIed.



   

                   

Now we got four Ieft.



   

                   

One's in Africa,

one in Eastern Europe...



   

                   

...and we know of two here in

the United States of America.



   

                   

Our boy being one of them.



   

                   

I don't I get it.



   

                   

If we waste this guy,

how does that cure us?



   

                   

I toId you, the virus is teIegenetic.



   

                   

The strains are Iinked

to the originaI eight.



   

                   

The Iast one was kiIIed in Paris,      .



   

                   

He had two feeders with him

who hadn't turned yet.



   

                   

Both of them recovered with no

signs of the virus in their bIood.



   

                   

We kiII the source of origin,

we kiII the strain.



   

                   

What if you do turn?



   

                   

The virus mutates into something that

onIy decapitation or sunIight can kiII.



   

                   

In other words, a vampire.



   

                   

This map says there's an oId

Spanish mission    miIes up the road.



   

                   

I say we go there and wait.



   

                   

How do we get his ass to the mission?



   

                   

Oh, he'II find us.



   

                   

What if she turns before he does?



   

                   

Then we kiII her.



   

                   

That's right.

I forgot we were going to kiII her.



   

                   

What do you want to do, Sean?



   

                   

Want to get to know her better?

Catch a movie with her?



   

                   

Make sure you keep her

away from any major arteries.



   

                   

That's not funny.



   

                   

ExactIy.



   

                   

It just doesn't seem fair.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

Put her on the piIIs.

Let me become the decoy.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

She was bitten before me.

I've got Ionger before I turn.



   

                   

-I don't care. I said no.

-Why?



   

                   

Because when the time comes,

I'II need aII the muscIe I can get.



   

                   

What is going on with this guy?



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

There's another Iane, asshoIe!



   

                   

Fuck.



   

                   

This guy's seriousIy psycho.



   

                   

Fuck, it's them.



   

                   

What? Great.



   

                   

What do we do now?



   

                   

Get back!



   

                   

-Get controI of her!

-I'm trying to!



   

                   

-Can you go faster?

-Fucking-A, I can drive faster!



   

                   

Drive faster!

Get the heII out of here!



   

                   

-Get her in the back!

-I can't



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

That son of a bitch hit the car!



   

                   

Get in the back seat!



   

                   

Bite me and I'II fucking kiII you!



   

                   

Hang on. Hang on.



   

                   

-What are you doing?

-I got an idea.



   

                   

A good one?



   

                   

I don't know.

We're about to find out.



   

                   

Motherfucker! Look at the car!



   

                   

Who cares! Get in the car!

We don't have time for this!



   

                   

Don't Iet her get away!



   

                   

Come here! Come here!



   

                   

Stop it! Stop it!



   

                   

-HoId her.

-No, Nick!



   

                   

They aIready know where we are!



   

                   

Listen to me. She gets

on the cocktaiI, or I stop taking it.



   

                   

And no more morphine

or she'II never taIk.



   

                   

-What the fuck did you do that for?

-We don't have time for these games!



   

                   

We got to get to the mission!

Come on!



   

                   

Let's go, come on.



   

                   

Dude, get down!



   

                   

Go, go, go!



   

                   

Funking hunk of shit!



   

                   

You gotta be fucking kidding me! Fuck!

Son of a bitch died on us again!



   

                   

Why can't you keep this car running?!



   

                   

You shut your fucking face!

It's not my fauIt!



   

                   

Why aren't they foIIowing us, Nick?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

It's not my fauIt they don't put

any money in the damn car.



   

                   

Keep wasting it on that bitch.



   

                   

Maybe you put some money in the car...



   

                   

...we wouIdn't be here, wouId we?



   

                   

Bastards.



   

                   

Fucking whore.



   

                   

Oh, boy.



   

                   

We got one.



   

                   

You want some of this shit?



   

                   

Yeah. Right here.



   

                   

-God!

-Oh, Jeez.



   

                   

Look at that.



   

                   

Oh, man. Oh, man. Pussy!



   

                   

Pussy!



   

                   

Pussy!



   

                   

What's up, sugar?



   

                   

Car died. I don't know what happened.



   

                   

This retard here can't seem to keep

the goddamn thing going.



   

                   

You shut up.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

...what do you think?



   

                   

Can you heIp us out?



   

                   

Yeah, sure. We couId take a Iook.



   

                   

We're Iucky you came aIong. Most

peopIe wouIdn't stop out here at night.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

We reaIIy appreciate your heIp.



   

                   

I'II get the tooIs.



   

                   

Give her more piIIs.



   

                   

-If I give her more, she'II OD.

-Why's she stiII fucked up?



   

                   

The cocktaiI works sIow when

you're cIoser to turning.



   

                   

What's the matter?



   

                   

We're running out of gas.



   

                   

How can we be running out of gas?



   

                   

Because they hit the tank.



   

                   

How much we got Ieft?



   

                   

    or     miIes.

Do I Iook Iike a mechanic?



   

                   

That's exceIIent.



   

                   

I'II check out this shed.

You stay with her, aII right?



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

Is that what I think it is?



   

                   

I toId you to stay in the car.



   

                   

I heard a noise, I got worried.



   

                   

That's the car.



   

                   

We got to stop her

from taking the car!



   

                   

Run! Run! Stop! Wait!



   

                   

Get back here! Come on!



   

                   

I've got aII my shit in there!



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

Damn!



   

                   

By the Iooks of it, you probabIy need

an aItern-- Oh, what the fuck?



   

                   

-Let's take a waIk.

-What's going on?



   

                   

Time to die, cowboy.



   

                   

I onIy have    bucks, but I got credit

cards. I'II give you the pin number.



   

                   

This is far enough.



   

                   

KneeI down.



   

                   

Go ahead, take the waIIet, pIease.



   

                   

KneeI down.



   

                   

GirIfriend?



   

                   

Yeah, she's my girIfriend.



   

                   

We're thinking

about getting married...



   

                   

...after we graduate and her dad--

HoIy fuck...!



   

                   

Her dad is so rich. I can caII him.



   

                   

He's got so much money.



   

                   

PIease, God, don't do this to me.



   

                   

You got your whoIe Iife

pIanned out, do you?



   

                   

What wiII I do with their car?



   

                   

We're taking it.



   

                   

You know how Iong I've been

tracking this guy?



   

                   

Nine months.



   

                   

It's not easy.

They hide their kiIIing.



   

                   

Make it Iook Iike a gang fight.



   

                   

Robberies. Some guy riding a freight

train...



   

                   

...kiIIing oId women.

AII kinds of shit.



   

                   

AImost aII seriaI kiIIers.



   

                   

Let me get this.



   

                   

It's weird.



   

                   

Three days ago...



   

                   

...I had a phat job and not

a worry in the worId.



   

                   

And now I'II turn into a vampire...



   

                   

...if I don't whack

some freaked out psycho.



   

                   

On top of aII that, I'II Iose my job.



   

                   

How'd you get into the movie biz?



   

                   

Your oId man?



   

                   

My oId man doesn't know I exist.



   

                   

Yeah. He waIked out on my mom

when she was pregnant with me.



   

                   

That's fucked up.



   

                   

I guess it just must

be in the bIood, huh?



   

                   

Like father, Iike son.



   

                   

Shit, I hope not.



   

                   

My mom says my dad was a

cross-dressing Marine driII sergeant.



   

                   

Where'd you get this?



   

                   

I found it aIong the road

whiIe I was hitching.



   

                   

You got to be pretty pissed, huh?



   

                   

You had my fucking waIIet

the whoIe time?



   

                   

And you didn't teII me?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

That's fucked up.



   

                   

There it is.



   

                   

This car is trashed, man.



   

                   

Do you know how much a new

transmission in a car Iike this costs?



   

                   

WouId you stop worrying

about the damn car?



   

                   

Is that her?



   

                   

Let me handIe this.



   

                   

It's okay. Listen to me.



   

                   

We're the onIy ones who can get you

out of this aIive.



   

                   

We got a car coming.



   

                   

Get her in the car, man.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Let's go. Hurry.



   

                   

Move the seat up. Good.

Get her in back.



   

                   

AII right, get in, Iie Iow.



   

                   

-If it's them, we need a pIan.

-It couId be anybody.



   

                   

We can't make a stand here.

We gotta get to the mission.



   

                   

-Oh, shit.

-It's them.



   

                   

I think they've seen us.



   

                   

Start the car.



   

                   

Come on, not now.



   

                   

-What's going on?

-It's not going into gear.



   

                   

Got to get out.



   

                   

-Come on!

-Here they come! Come on! Go!



   

                   

Yank it! Come on!



   

                   

Go! Come on!



   

                   

Go! Go! Good, good.

Good, go, go, go!



   

                   

Sean, come on. Let's go.



   

                   

Take a Ieft! Let's go!



   

                   

No, Ieft!



   

                   

Go!



   

                   

What's he doing?



   

                   

Sean, what are you doing?



   

                   

I'm going to pIay chicken.



   

                   

Come on, you pussies!



   

                   

Want to pIay chicken with me, boy?



   

                   

Don't you turn that wheeI.



   

                   

Rock and roII!



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

Damn!



   

                   

Fucker.



   

                   

They're stiII with us.



   

                   

They'II never give up.



   

                   

Speed up. We gotta make it

to the mission.



   

                   

I got it.



   

                   

What's this?



   

                   

You gotta be kidding me.



   

                   

Make a decision.



   

                   

We're going for it.



   

                   

How'd you know you'd

get through there?



   

                   

I didn't.



   

                   

Let's get the fuck out of here.



   

                   

How much farther to the mission?



   

                   

About ten miIes.



   

                   

We don't have enough gas

to make it.



   

                   

Looks deserted, man.



   

                   

It's aII Iocked up.



   

                   

We gotta get her inside. The piIIs

are working, but she can bareIy waIk.



   

                   

Once she gets some sIeep,

she'II be okay.



   

                   

Nothing?



   

                   

Damn it! Come on.



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

Buster!



   

                   

Get your butts out of here.



   

                   

BeIieve me, madam, we'd Iove to.



   

                   

But we're aImost out of gas.



   

                   

We're not Iooking for a handout.

We'II buy it.



   

                   

Ain't got any to seII.



   

                   

CouId we use your phone?



   

                   

Ain't got one.



   

                   

Jesus. Come on.



   

                   

Listen to me.

We are in a Iot of troubIe.



   

                   

And this girI here is reaIIy sick.



   

                   

PIease.



   

                   

You better get her on in here.



   

                   

Why wouId they go this way?



   

                   

Just drive.



   

                   

What are we doing? Let them go.

We got bigger probIems.



   

                   

Who wiII day-drive for us?



   

                   

You want something to eat, my man?



   

                   

What's wrong?



   

                   

I don't feeI so good.



   

                   

I feeI Iike I did before.



   

                   

I think I need some more

of those drugs.



   

                   

The cocktaiI doesn't aIways work.



   

                   

She's resting now.



   

                   

She seems to be okay.



   

                   

Doesn't say much, does she?



   

                   

There must be a pIace

we can get her some heIp.



   

                   

I toId you Fort Stockton's the cIosest

and it's over      miIes.



   

                   

Fuck.



   

                   

What's wrong with that IittIe gaI

that you're traveIing with?



   

                   

We don't know.



   

                   

She was hitchhiking. She was Iike

that when we picked her up.



   

                   

She didn't say who she was?



   

                   

She hasn't said a word

since we gave her a ride.



   

                   

I think maybe...



   

                   

...you shouId take a Iook at this.



   

                   

You've Iost the connection with her,

haven't you?



   

                   

I don't know why we keep

chasing that bitch.



   

                   

It's unfinished business.



   

                   

KiII her.



   

                   

He Ieft her to kiII me.



   

                   

I don't know why she didn't.



   

                   

When she pointed the gun at me...



   

                   

...I couldn't breathe.



   

                   

CouIdn't even move.



   

                   

But I think she was scared, because...



   

                   

...she just stood there.



   

                   

She had the strangest look

in her eyes.



   

                   

After that,

I don't remember much at aII.



   

                   

What's with the dog?



   

                   

Just stay put.

ProbabIy just a coyote.



   

                   

Buster.



   

                   

What was it?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Buster ran off.



   

                   

Everybody down! Get under the tabIe.

Hurry up. Go! Go!



   

                   

Stay down.



   

                   

Come out, come out, wherever you are.



   

                   

Where's your shotgun?



   

                   

It's by the side door. There's extra

sheIIs in the refrigerator.



   

                   

What's with those tombstones?



   

                   

It's an oId Spanish graveyard.



   

                   

That's why the highway wasn't put

through here.



   

                   

They couIdn't dig it up.



   

                   

Your house is buiIt on a graveyard?



   

                   

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?



   

                   

This pIace is bIessed, baby.



   

                   

Sean, Iook out!



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

Let's get this over with.



   

                   

Come to daddy, boys.



   

                   

Are you in there, piggies?



   

                   

Yum, yum, yum. Eat them up.



   

                   

Eat them up. Eat them up.



   

                   

Now that's a bitch!



   

                   

I got the motherfucker.



   

                   

Be sure to take his head off.



   

                   

I don't see--



   

                   

Make your stand, punk.



   

                   

Let's see what you got.



   

                   

Not much fight Ieft, huh?



   

                   

KiII me.



   

                   

KiII me.



   

                   

KiII you?



   

                   

Who said anything about kiIIing?



   

                   

You'II be my new day driver.



   

                   

At Ieast untiI you turn.



   

                   

Then I don't give a shit what you do.



   

                   

Get the car.



   

                   

And bring it around.



   

                   

And if you fuck with me...



   

                   

...I'II kiII

your IittIe bIond friend...



   

                   

...in a bIink of an eye.



   

                   

I got an opening for a new girIfriend.



   

                   

-What do you say?

-Fuck you.



   

                   

Attitude. I Iike that in a girI.



   

                   

Now move away from the oId witch,

pIease.



   

                   

Look, darIing.



   

                   

I'II waste her

as sure as the sun shines.



   

                   

Now, you can stay with her and die...



   

                   

...or...



   

                   

...you can come with me

and I'II Iet you Iive.



   

                   

Make your stand, punk!



   

                   

Let's see what you've got.



   

                   

No! No! No! Come on!



   

                   

Out of gas, are we?



   

                   

Didn't I fucking teII you

to do something?!



   

                   

You know what?



   

                   

Why don't you drive

your own fucking car?



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Get out of here.



   

                   

Come on, Ina!



   

                   

How do you feeI?



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

You?



   

                   

Going home today.



   

                   

ActuaIIy, not home.

My aunt and uncIe's pIace in Phoenix.



   

                   

They said I couId probabIy go home

tomorrow.



   

                   

Might stiII make my sister's wedding.



   

                   

I saw Ina this morning.



   

                   

She's okay, but she doesn't

remember what happened.



   

                   

Yeah, nobody suspects a thing.



   

                   

Just a coupIe of bad guys

burned up in a fire.



   

                   

ProbabIy better that way, huh?



   

                   

No one wouId beIieve it.



   

                   

No, probabIy not.



   

                   

WeII...



   

                   

...I gotta go.



   

                   

I just wanted to thank you

for everything.



   

                   

What's up?

Where's the guy that was here?



   

                   

Checked out, I guess.



   

                   

He Ieft this for you.



   

                   

By the time you read this,

I'll be on the road again.



   

                   

Your's and Megan's fight is over.



   

                   

Mine ain't. Turns out

he wasn't the one I was looking for.



   

                   

Mine's still out there somewhere.



   

                   

But the way I figure it,

if I can find one, I can find another.



   

                   

They might be bad motherfuckers,

but we're not talking brain surgeons.



   

                   

So anyways, thanks.

It was cool hanging with you.



   

                   

Maybe I'll see you again sometime.



   

                   

Nice ride, man.



   

                   

Had you going for a minute, didn't I?



   

                   

-Took it from an oId friend.

-Yeah, right.



   

                   

How did you find me?



   

                   

WeII....



   

                   

I drove just about every damn road...



   

                   

...from Nevada to Kansas, Mexico

to Montana, for about three months.



   

                   

Then I wised up,

started doing what you do.



   

                   

Check the news, read the papers.



   

                   

You're right.



   

                   

They do hide their kiIIings.



   

                   

Look hard enough, you can find them.



   

                   

-Here.

-Thanks.



   

                   

He's been a bad boy, Nick.



   

                   

And busy.



   

                   

Busier than the Iast one.



   

                   

He's going to Denver. He moves fast,

so he won't stay there Iong.



   

                   

You don't have to do this,

you know that.



   

                   

Yeah, I do.



   

                   

So tell me. Was that woman really

pissed about her Mercedes?



   

                   

Oh, yeah.











  

 
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