All language subtitles for Twisted.Metal.S02E03.T3stdrv

You gave so much in life.

I hope your soul's rest
is perfect and peaceful…

because your body's in for a long ride.

If the coffin's a rockin',
don't come a knockin'.

Garret, wait a second.
Why is there no casket?

'Cause there was nothing left
of his father to bury.

Come, join us, brother.

Welcome.

You'll be happy here.

I think I like it already.

Hi, Pop.

So, Dollface has this gigantic
insider guard in a chokehold,

when all of a sudden, I hear this loud…

The guard is dead as hell,

and his eyeballs
are just dangling out of their sockets.

And Dollface is like,
"Guess this guy's a sailor man,

because I just made him Popeye."

That's fucking crazy.

She has so many stories like that,
and she tells them way better than me.

You would know that
if you stopped avoiding her.

I'm not avoiding her.

I'm just not going out of my way
to interact with her.

There's a difference.

All right, if we're being honest,
she's just not my cup of tea.

You don't even know her.
If my brother was in the car behind us,

I sure as hell
wouldn't be riding with your dumb ass.

Family isn't just being related, okay?
If I was a beaver,

I wouldn't spend all my time
hanging out with other big ass rodents.

If a gator was cool,
and the vibe was right,

I'd kick it with him.

-Shit, not again.
-What?

Let's check it at the next stop.

No. Pull over now.

If something's wrong,
you should address it right away.

Pull over right here.

Go talk to your sister, asshole!

You piss her off?

Get in. You, out.

-Someone need a ride?
-I told you, we're done, and I meant it.

That's what I like
about the Jeremy Express.

It's all caboose.

I love what you've done with the interior.
Really shows pride of ownership.

Still a neat freak.

So, what was it like
being back at our old house?

Like prison, just with a lot of pizza.

Come on,
nothing in there caught your interest?

-The Baby-Sitters Club.
-Oh, shit.

-I used to love those books.
-Word?

Yeah, yeah. I had such a crush on Logan.

Okay, so I gotta know,
how did Abby join the BSC in book 89?

-Abby?
-Abby. Abby.

Abby, I don't remember.

Well, excuse me
for not remembering a book,

Mr. "I bonked my head
and literally can't remember anything."

Well, it's not like
I'm trying not to remember.

I'm dying. Should we make camp?

Yeah, Ash.
We'll head for Diesel City at first light.

Why don't you go set up
by the water tower up ahead?

John and I
are going to take a little detour.

-Detour? I don't want to take a detour.
-Shut up. You do. We're going.

Copy that. Have fun, John.

Copy that. Ashley and I will be scouting
for food and supplies, over.

Who knows?
Maybe I'll get lucky, find me a muffin.

I told you, the bakery's closed.

Checking for bakery hours.

Finally. Ready to fucking rock.

Just tell me how I got this far

Just tell me why you're here
And who you are

'Cause every time I look

You're never there

And every time I sleep

You're always there

Here we go!

-'Cause you're everywhere to me
-Would you shut up?

What the hell are you doing here?

Covering my ears mostly.

-That's John singing.
-Yeah.

What are you doing in my trunk?

You stood up for me back there.

You…

You saved me, Quiet.

All right, I laid it on
a little thick at the end there.

Fine. Look,
I want to enter the tournament.

It's not funny.

It is the way I'm picturing it.

You'd be dead two minutes in,
all flattened out, eyes crossed,

your tongue hanging out.

That will not be me. Okay?

You're looking at the best driver
on the West Coast.

-No, I'm not.
-Yes, you are.

-Think so?
-Know so.

Prove it.

Wow, you don't have a goddamn clue
what you're doing, do you?

I am just getting my bearings.

You know, my ex-husband’s car
was European.

It was a lot cooler than this.

All right, just put it in gear.

Oh, my God!

Stop, stop, stop. Oh, my God.

Why did you throw it in reverse?
D is for drive, dumbass.

What, no, I put it in drive.

-D, drive.
-That's an R.

-Do you not know how to read either?
-No. Of course I can read.

You're looking at the best reader
on the West Coast.

Okay, that's it.

Get out. We're done.

Got you! Who's the dumbass now?

Have fun walking to Diesel City, bitch.
Eat my diggity dust!

Oh, shit.

-Oh, no, the dust.
-Shut up!

Damn it!

Faster to go by canoe.

You know what? Fine. Fine, whatever.

Just wake me up when Dollface gets back.
She'll teach me.

Is that what you think is gonna happen?
She gives zero fucks.

I sort of gave one teeny fuck,
but, damn, I guess I was wrong.

"Millennium Drive-In."

"Headlights, Camera, Action!"

I don't even want to know
what kind of action

got blood all the way up there.

Where are you going?

We stopped here one year
on the family road trip.

Your little mind was blown
by watching a movie in a car.

You were so obsessed,
you made Dad take us here every summer.

-Come on.
-You're insane

if you think I'm going in there.
This shit looks haunted.

You're still afraid of ghosts?

Wow. Amnesia really is a bitch.

You forget your whole life,
but still remember to be a pussy.

I'll show you a pussy!

Hold up, wait!

"L and K wuz here."

This was our spot.

Come on, get in.

Oh, my God, would you chill?

-There's nobody here but us.
-I know that.

Get in the car.

Come on.

I would try and get the projector working,
but I'm not going in that shack.

It's okay. We're not here for that anyway.

I was hoping
we could shake some memories loose.

Maybe this will help?

So whenever there was a car chase scene,

Dad would let you climb over
into the driver's seat

and pretend like you were in the movie.

And you would go crazy
just pulling at the steering wheel,

-yelling all your little quips.
-Dry steering?

You mean to tell me they would let me
torque at the tie rods like that?

Not to mention scuff the tires.

So our parents really treated
their vehicles like that?

Cool your jets there, Martin Luther Keys.

You were little.
You couldn't do any real damage.

But we did do a number
on the upholstery though.

Every time Mom and Dad
would go to the snack shack,

we would climb through the sunroof
and scuff up the back seats.

That would piss them off.

-What you staring at me for?
-The family whistle?

It was Dad's way of telling us
to sit our asses down.

I swear you could hear it from miles away.

Right, it's like when Abby's dad

taught her how to whistle
through an acorn cap.

Would you shut up
about the stupid fucking book?

Look at me.
Are you even trying to remember?

No. I'm not.

You want to know what it was like for me
being in that house?

All the pictures,
all the stuff in my room,

all the things
I'm supposed to remember, but I don't.

And then realizing
if I did get my memory back…

I'd just be weighed down
by everything that I lost.

My parents, my sister, myself.

I'd rather just be me, be John.

-But you're Lionel.
-Lionel's dead!

-What was that?
-I don't know, you brought me here!

What the fuck?

What the fuck
am I even looking at right now?

I don't know, but whatever he is,
he's not wearing a shirt,

and he's fucking jacked.

Those perfectly formed pectorals
are basically bull's eyes.

Watch this.

-I'm so sorry!
-You shot me! What the fuck?

I'll lay down suppressing fire,

-and you run.
-Okay.

Run!

Goddammit!

-In there!
-Go, go, go!

Oh, my God, you fucking shot me.

-I'm so sorry!
-What the fuck?

-Please don't cry.
-I'm not gonna cry, asshole!

-Jesus!
-Is it okay. Is it bad?

Oh, shit. It's barely noticeable.

No, no, no. It's not-- You can't even--

Here, sew it up. Sew it up.
I don't want a nasty scar.

All right. I got this, okay.

-Come on. Have you got it?
-Yeah, I got it.

-Okay, do I come from the top…
-You got it?

-…or the bottom?
-You ain't got shit!

-Okay, I--
-Hold on to this.

-Okay, okay, okay.
-Make yourself useful.

-Okay.
-God.

That's so aggressive.

Before you even start the car,
do your checks.

Gassed up, guns loaded,
mirrors clear of vultures,

hands on the wheel at ten and two.

No way! I wanna look cool
when I cross the finish line.

Okay, yeah. First lesson.

You gotta outrun some vultures.
Think fast.

Tried to 180 out of here,
and the vultures caught you.

You're dead. Again.

Wrong.

Nope.

Dead, dead, dead.

-Lesson two. Holy men dead ahead.
-Shit, shit!

-You're hanging your ass out.
-Oh, fuck!

You were supposed to drive
through the barrels.

Guess what? You died again.

Goddamn it.

-Time for your final exam. Drive.
-What are you doing?

There's a killer clown
with flaming hair right behind us.

-What's the move?
-First I--

-You didn't even give me a chance!
-Neither will they. Think fast!

Are you giving up? I knew it.

-I knew you weren't cut out for this.
-Fuck you, Quiet!

I don't even want to know
what nasty diseases

you gave yourself
using that dirty ass needle.

I don't need medical advice, Dr. Piss.
We just need to figure out

how we're getting past
those sound wave things

without sexy car man
knowing that we're in here.

Well, if we're gonna make it out of here,
we're gonna need a better vantage point.

I'm gonna climb to the top
of the projection screen.

No, you're not.
We're going to the concession stand.

Whatever's powering
those sound wave thingies

-is for sure coming from there.
-Wait.

Wait, I'm remembering something.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-What?
-I remember telling you

it was a fucking bad idea to come in here!

Do you hear that?

It's the sound of a scared, little bitch.
Wait, that's you.

Did you see those metal hands?
This motherfucker is full of surprises.

I wonder how he, you know,
starts his own engine.

Forearms on that guy?

One wrong move, he'll rip the shit off.
Poor son of a bitch.

Okay, so what's the plan?

Oh, yeah. Let's shoot our way out of here,
'cause that worked so well the first time.

It worked well for me.
I looked fucking great.

Ashley! Ashley!

Oh, yes, give mama that French bread!

It's proofing. It's proofing.

Did you hear that?

Come on, May,
you can't stay back there forever.

Fine.

If you're not going to come out,
then I'm going to eat.

I am starving.

Oh, my gosh. It's so good.
And I have so much of it.

What is it?

-Rattlesnake.
-You can make snake jerky?

Yeah. It's not that hard.

My brother taught me how.

Killing the fuckers is a pain in the ass.

But then you salt them
and put them in a salt bath

and hang them out to dry.

It has to be strong sunlight, though.
I learned that the hard way.

-What happened?
-What do you think?

I ate it raw and puked so hard
I shit myself.

Yeah, it was a lot of shit too,

-like, everywhere.
-That's tough.

My brother wouldn't stop laughing,
the jagoff.

Guess being a jagoff runs in the family.

Yeah.

He wasn't a great teacher,
but he helped me survive.

Eventually, I figured it out on my own.

Listen, why do you want to enter
this tournament so badly?

-You do know it's to the death, right?
-Yeah. So?

I'm not afraid
of dying.

And if I win…

I could wish for a better life.

Come on, let's try again.

Okay.

-Come on.
-Okay.

How is this guy even alive?

Come on. He's distracted.

This place is a mess.

But it's still cleaner than your car.
Smells better too.

Shut up and cut the power.

"Axel."

What kind of sick fuck would do this?

I'd lower that peashooter if I were you.

Put it on the counter.

I'm impressed you got past my guard dog.
Not many do.

We're just trying to get out of here, man.

Please. You're like everyone else
who comes sniffing around here

trying to steal my life's work.

-You're jealous.
-Why would we be jealous of you?

-You're making car people.
-That's an oversimplification!

I evolved that broken killer
into something more.

If the only way to survive outside
is to be in a car,

then what if you could be the car?

But it's still not right.
There's still too much human in him.

But I could get it right with one of you.

So, what, you just make cars
out of Black people?

What? No! It's not racially motivated.

-Is that how it's coming off?
-Yeah!

-I mean, you look at him, you look at us.
-Let me just say,

I've always believed science
is colorblind.

Oh, God.

What's going on with him?

He's not sick, is he?

To be honest,
I have no idea what he's doing.

-Family whistle!
-The family whistle!

Some of my best friends are Black.

Thanks, big bro.

Now, if we can just get that tiny,
little butthole of a mouth to whistle.

If my mouth is a butthole, so is yours.
That's how genes work.

Now, go cut the power so we can bail.

Hey, Axel, right?

Listen, I know we had our differences,

but we just killed
this little racist nerd,

and we cut the power,
so you're free to go.

Now, I hope we can go
our separate ways peacefully.

What?

We've had our differences--

Dude, you got--
You gotta use your big boy voice.

-What you--
-We cut the power. You're free to go.

Good looking out.

I hated that motherfucker. Peace!

Remember, driving is about making
a decision and making it happen.

You second guess yourself,
you crash and burn.

All right, gassed up, guns loaded,
mirrors clear of Jeremy?

Run! He's coming!

Damn. Drive.

What is he doing?

Oh, shit! Be decisive. Drive! D! D!

Holy shit, I did it!

-Celebrate later.
-Right!

What the hell is that?

Quiet, this wasn't on the final exam!

Think fast!

To me

And when I close my eyes, it's you I see

You're everything I know
That makes me believe

I'm not alone

'Cause you're everything to me

And when I close my eyes, it's you I see

You're everything I know
That makes me believe

I'm not alone…

When we win,

I was thinking maybe
I'd take Quiet up to grandpop's cabin.

The cabin.
You know, that brings back some memories.

Wait, how you can remember
Grandpop's cabin and not Grandpop?

I might have found a way there.

-Hey, I drew this.
-Yeah.

-Bitch, you read my diary?
-What? No, I wouldn't.

Yeah. Okay, just a little bit.
Look, I got tired of hearing about horses

-and how funny Brian Carroll was.
-Funny and fine.

-No third grader could resist his charms.
-Well, whatever.

Look who decided to show up.

-Why is the kid driving?
-Why is your face all fucked up?

We just had a run in
with the grim douchebag

and a naked man on wheels.

-Axel!
-Axel!

Ashley and Jeremy are dead.
They're real fucking dead.

And we're going to be next
if we don't get the fuck out of here.

Shit. Okay, we should load up.

-I'll ride with you.
-Okay.

-So, the detour worked, huh?
-It did.

Thank you for making that happen.

-You're high, aren't you?
-Indubitably.

Ash and Jeremy weren't the best soldiers,

but their hearts
were committed to the cause.

May their souls… bang for eternity.

Why didn't she bury the mask?

The mission lives on.

It'll go to the next doll
worthy of wearing it.

Well, you know, when you go down,
I'll keep your mask alive.

-That's so nice.
-Yeah.

Knowing your driving,
it'll probably be you that kills me.

Diesel City, where the biggest,
scariest, loudest special weapons

are made and sold.

That's cool, but we don't have any money.

We don't need money…

because we're gonna steal 'em.