All language subtitles for Shrunken.Heads.1994.1080p.WEB-DL-Bixian.eng

- Okay, some potato chips
and, oh that's right,

some herbal tea.

Oh, here it is.

That'll be $7.75.

- Oh, dear.

I could be a few
dollars short here.

- I'd be happy to put it
on account, Mrs. Wilson.

- Would you?

- There you go.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Larson.

- Nice seeing you.

- Hey Tommy, this totally
huge shipment of DCs

just came in at Mr. Sumatra's.

- Finish that dry spot, Tommy.

Then, you can go.

- Here, you want a jellybean?

- Thanks.

- Hey, who's that?

- I don't know.

- Ho, ho, ho, ho.

- Hey, kid.

You want to ride your
bike around here?

You gotta pay.

- Pay?

For what?

- Protection.

- Come on, you guys.

- Look, Sally, could you just

stay the hell out of this, okay?

- Hey, let
him go, Booger.

- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, you boys
looking for trouble?

I give you all the
trouble you can handle.

- What, you got a
frickin' problem, huh?

Get the hell out of here!

- Come on, Vinnie.

Let's go.

- Punks.

You ought to be locked up.

- Go back to work,
make an honest dollar.

See you later.

- You okay?

Come on, get up.

You okay?

- Yeah, I think so.

- You're new around here, huh?

- Yeah.

I just moved in
down on 35th Street.

- Well, I'm Tommy Larson.

This is my sidekick,
Bill turner.

- Yeah, right.

- Well, my name is
Fredrick Mariam Thompson.

- Here, you want one?

- Yeah, sure.

- Do they always call you
Fredrick Mariam Thompson?

- Well, you can call me Freddie.

- That's a relief.

- 50 cents, my man.

Excellent choice.

Excellent.

Yes.

- Oh wow.

Check out the Flash Annual
featuring Argus in the Flash.

- I'm gonna get the
special Crypto Annual.

- Hey, and if you get
the Green Lantern,

then we can swap 'em after.

- What's the Green Lantern?

- Oh, man.

Look, the Green
Lantern is not a what.

The Green Lantern is a he.

- Trust us, you'll like him.

Hey, Mr. Sumatra.

This is Freddie, he just
moved down the block.

- Hello, Freddie.

- Hello, sir.

- Mr. Sumatra to you.

Oh Bill, I'd almost forgotten.

Something came in that
might interest you.

- Never heard
of this flavor.

- Manioc, William.

A starchy, potato-like root

that is very popular
in my country.

- Wow, thanks, Mr. Sumatra.

- Bill's a jellybean junkie.

That's all he eats.

Here's for the comic.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Thanks.

Thank you.
- Let's get out of here.

- That guy's kind of weird, huh?

- Mr. Sumatra?

He's been around here forever.

- He's from Haiti.

He used to be a
magician back home.

- No way,
he was a policeman.

- A policeman?

- That's what my old man says.

Green Lantern is the most
amazing superhero in the world.

- Crypto's infinitely more cool.

- Come on, Bill.

How can you compare
Crypto to Green Lantern?

Crypto's a dog, jeez.

- Uh-oh.

Don't look now.

- Heads up, chums.

- Hey, give that back.

Give it back, Pud.

- Give me that.

I can't believe you guys are
still into this crap, huh?

When are you idiots
gonna grow up anyway?

- Come on, give it back, Vinnie.

- Just give it back to him.

- Ooh.

- What, are you gonna
go to bat for this twerp now?

- I said, give it back, Vinnie.

- Oh, what are you
gonna do if I don't, huh?

Call your mother?

- Look, jerk.

- Hey, who are
you calling jerk, huh?

- Hey Vinnie,
Mr. Sumatra's watching.

- I don't care if Mr.
Sumatra's watching.

- You boys, get out of here!

- Hey, why don't you eat
this, Mr. Sumatra, huh?

- You all heard me!

- Come on, Vinnie.

Man, let's get out of here.

That guy gives me the
creeps, all right?

- Later, twerp.

- Go now!

- You shouldn't have
done that, Vinnie.

- "You shouldn't have
done that, Vinnie."

Please.

- There's gotta be a way

to get those jerks
off of our backs.

- The only way to handle
those guys is stand up to 'em.

- I don't think that's
such a good idea.

- You used to be a
policeman, right Mr. Sumatra?

- Yes, I've had law enforcement
experience in Haiti.

- Back when you
were a policeman,

how would you handle a
gang like the Vipers?

- I would have collected
information on them,

and then transmit that
information to a special

squad of inspectors
in the Tonton Macoute.

- What, like running
surveillance?

- Exactly.

When in pursuit of malefactors.

- What are those?

- Evildoers.

Criminal, Freddie.

When one deals with malefactors,

one must have great diligence.

Only then, may
expose the soft parts

beneath the underbellies.

Leaving them bleeding,
sorrowful for trial.

- The cops in
Haiti sound pretty scary.

- Yes, Freddie.

Cops in Haiti are
extremely scary.

- Hi, Tommy.

- Oh, hi.

Hi, Sally.

- I just want to
let you know that

I'm really sorry
about yesterday.

Vinnie just gets
like that sometimes.

I don't know why.

- Maybe he's just
got a bad character.

- Vinnie
has good qualities.

- Sure could've fooled me.

- He's had a lot
of trouble at home.

- Having trouble
doesn't mean you go out

terrorizing the
entire neighborhood.

And he's your boyfriend?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Think about it.

- Hello, Sally.

Something wrong?

Um, do I detect a little
girlfriend troubles here, son?

- Ah, Dad, it's not
like that at all.

- Oh, hey, Sally.

Hey, Sally.

Come on, you're not
still mad, are you?

- Go away.

- Oh, come on, lighten up.

- What you did yesterday
was really awful.

- Come on, that
guy's a total wimp.

- Tommy Larson's not a wimp.

- Oh, what?

So you're all in love now?

- That doesn't even
deserve an answer.

- Watch out, Vinnie!

- Sally?

Sally.

Are those boys bothering you?

- Nothing I can't
handle, Mr. Sumatra.

- Hey, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Jesus, stop the car, man!

Come on, come on!
- There's no brakes, man!

Shit!

- Why don't you watch

where you're going, man?

- Why don't you
shut the hell up, all right?

- Where'd you learn
to drive, Vinnie?

- Shut up!

- God damn it!
- Jesus!

- You know they're
gonna come after us.

- So, what else is new?

Those guys have been after
us since kindergarten.

Aren't you getting
a little tired

of running from
Vinnie Benedetti?

- I've only been here
three days and I sure am.

- Well hey, if we don't
stand up to those guys,

we're always gonna be
looking over our shoulder.

- I think I better
be heading home.

- Yeah, I better go, too.

- All right.

- Well, later, Tommy.

- See you later, Tommy.

- See you guys later.

Oh buddy, you think you're bad.

Well, I'm the
baddest of the bad.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hey, Tommy!

What are you doing?

- Um, nothing.

- I know it's kind of late,

but you think maybe
we could talk?

- Sure.

You want me to come down?

- That's
okay, I'll come up.

- So, how come
you're out on a school night?

- My mom and dad
were fighting again.

I couldn't handle it.

- Sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

I was thinking about what
you said the other day.

I don't know why I thought
Vinnie could change.

I'm not gonna see
him anymore, though.

- Well, it's about time.

- And besides, I like
someone else now.

- Oh, great.

Who's the lucky guy?

- Well, he's really, really nice

and he works really hard
in his dad's grocery store.

You're trembling.

- No, I'm not.

- Hey, that's Old
Lady Wilson's car.

Come on.

Tonton Macoute
Two calling Tommy.

Tonton Macoute
Two calling Tommy.

Tonton Macoute Two
calling Tommy, over.

- What's that?

- It's just Bill Turner.

- Come on Tommy,

would you pick up already?

- Sounds kind of important.

- What do you want?

- The Vipers are pulling
apart Old Lady Wilson's car

on Carter Avenue behind
your building right now.

- Man, this is it.

- What do you
think you're doing?

- We're gonna bust the Vipers.

- Are you crazy?

When Vinnie finds
out he'll kill you.

- We're not afraid
of Vinnie anymore

and you shouldn't be either.

- Tommy!

- Get the lamps and the tires.

Come on, guys.

Come on, hurry it up already!

- We're hurrying,
we're hurrying!

- All right, you guys know
what to do, all right?

Now, move, move!

- Let's go, let's go.

- All right you guys,
hold it right there!

- Ah, Connors, we was
just walking, right?

And here you are
rousting us again.

- Well, if it isn't Booger
Martin, and Podowski, too.

- Oh, man.

- I should have known.

Look at the car down there.

See that car?

That car looks like
it's been stripped.

- You don't see us
lugging any parts, do you?

- You got a big
mouth, you know that?

- He's lying, Officer.

I can prove it.

- What?

- Here, push the red button.

- What's this?

- Holy smoke.

That looks like a
felony being committed.

Oh yes, that is a felony
being committed right there.

All right, come on,
come on, come on.

Assume the position.

- You're gonna pay
for this Larson!

You hear me?

- Shut up, Booger!

- Aw, look at the tough guys.

You guys think you're
tough now, huh?

- Ah, screw you, Tommy!

We'll be out of
jail two hours max.

You better, ow!

We're gonna come looking for
you and your punk friends.

- You're
dead meat, Tommy!

Dead meat, man!

- Take it easy!

We'll get you punks.

We didn't do anything.

- We better get used to it.

We're dead meat.

- If I die, I'm gonna die happy.

- Speak for yourself.

- Sally?

- You shouldn't be seen here.

- Yeah, well, this is
my neighborhood, too.

- Hey Big Moe, we gotta talk.

- So, talk.

- I got a problem.

All right, my boys
all got pinched

and I need to raise three
grand to bail them out.

- What do I look like, a bank?

- Oh, Big Moe.

You're so mean.

- You keep quiet.

You're whole gang you say, eh?

How did you manage that?

- These kids from
the neighborhood

growing up to be a
real pain in the ass.

One of 'em shot a video
while we were pulling apart

some old biddy's car and
he gave it to the cops.

- Vinnie, I've been
trying to bring you along.

Huh?

You know?

Now, I gotta know.

You turning soft, Vinnie?

- No, Big Moe.

I ain't turning soft.

- Good.

Bring them troublemakers
here tomorrow night, huh?

I'm gonna show you
how to handle punks.

Count me out three grand!

- Ah, freedom.

- Oh, yeah, well.

Shut up and enjoy it later

'cause we got work
to do, all right?

- Hey Vinnie, how'd you
make our bail so fast?

- I got Big Moe to
spring for it, pud.

- Ah, I never knew she cared.

- Oh, you're a comedian, Booger.

You're a real fucking comedian.

Let's get out of here.

- You happy
now, the Vipers.

Oh, man.

- Where do you think
you're taking us, Vinnie?

- Shut the fuck up!

- Yeah, you're
gonna like our friend.

- Come on, come on, go.

- Hey Big Moe,
these are the twerps

that got the guys pinched.

- Ah, the photographer.

What are your names?

I asked a goddamned question.

- My name is Tommy
Larson and this is Bill.

- What's the matter
with your pals,

they can't talk for themselves?

You, what's your name?

- His name is Freddie.

- For now, you're gonna
get off with a warning.

I want you to keep
your mouths shut.

What do you say?

- I say Vinnie
Benedetti's a rat bastard

who belongs in a jail cell.

- We got
ourselves a tough guy.

You should think about
coming to work for me.

- Doing what Vinnie does?

Robbing people, breaking heads?

- It's a living.

- Nah, I don't think so.

- That's a shame.

Now, I gotta figure
out what to do with ya.

But, right now, I got business.

That the last of it?

- Yeah.

All day's actions.

Where do you want it?

- In the back, we'll
count it out later tonight.

- Yo, Big Moe, your Irish
pals just pulled up outside.

- Let 'em wait.

I want you should take these
punks into the storeroom.

I want you should
tie 'em up real good,

then I want you should get lost

'cause I got business now, huh?

- Got any more bright ideas?

- I've almost got it loose.

Come on, work it
for me, Freddie.

- I just want to go home.

- Come on.

You wanna die?

- Yeah.

Oh, and I'm getting
boxes of Maine lobster

for each of ya, huh?

- Hey, Big Moe.

- Hey Tommy,
what's all this?

- They're number slips.

If something were
to happen to these,

it would really screw
up Big Moe's operation.

- I just want to
get out of here.

I don't care about any
stupid pieces of paper.

- No, no, listen.

Whosever got a bet here,
could say they picked

any number at all and Big
Moe won't be able to tell

if they're telling
the truth or not.

She'd have to pay 'em all off.

- Look, it's one thing
having the Vipers mad at us,

but Big Moe's in a
whole different league.

He's right, Tommy.

- Now, bring
me them snot-nosed kids.

- They're coming!

Um, we can get
out through there.

Put these chairs up on there.

- I ain't got all day.

- Don't make
him do it, Tommy.

It's crazy.

- Hey, it's locked.

- This is the only way out.

Go!

- Come on, kids.

Come on, open it.

- You're crazy.

- Forget the
sacks, we don't need 'em.

- That's one.

- Come on, Tommy.

Man, you are crazy.

- Come on, quick.

- Open the door!

What is with you?

- Come on, we gotta
at least get the last one.

Come on.

- That's it.

I got a nice surprise for you.

Come here, come here.

Right in the face,
you little punk.

Moe, Moe!

Them punks took the
whole day's actions

from the Port District!

Everything!

- My slips?

- Everything I says!
- Took my slips?

- Everything!
- Jesus Christ!

Get 'em back!

- All right, all
right, all right.

- Them punks you brought over,

they got loose.

- So, I mean, they live here.

Where are they gonna go?

- They took my slips.

You hear me?

My slips.

- Holy shit.

- Yeah, and seeing as
they're from your turf

kind of makes it
your responsibility.

The only way that I can
see you making it up

is by working it off.

- Whatever you say, Big Moe.

- Yeah.

- What, you want me to
take care of it like this?

- What?

You ain't up for it, kid?

- Yeah, I'm up for it.

- Man, this is taking forever.

- What, you got a fucking
problem with it, Booger?

Because if you do, you can
take it right to Big Moe

because this is coming
straight from her.

- Just take it easy, okay?

Just take it easy.

- Oh, man.

Look, there they are.

- It's all right.

We don't have much
further to go.

- If my Aunt Lacey catches me

sneaking in at this hour-

- Don't worry, Freddie.

After this is over,
you're gonna be a hero.

- Now goddamnit,
do it now, do it now!

Get the sacks.

Get the fucking sacks!

- Tommy!

- Oh, you did good, Vinnie.

Broke your cherry, huh?

What, what, you getting
a case of the nerves?

- Look, them
punks we whacked, I mean,

they were just kids, you know.

I was just thinking about
what would've happened

if we got pinched.

- Whacked?

What do you mean, whacked?

I thought you was just
gonna rough 'em up a bit.

- That's right, that's right.

Vinnie just gave 'em a
couple of slaps, you know.

Gave 'em a bunch of
whacks, that's all.

What is this, you think
we go around killing kids?

Oh, jeez, honey.

- But, he said-

- Yeah, well you just forget
about what he said, huh?

Yeah, now you go on now, huh?

I got business.

- Okay.
- Hey!

Take her home.

- Okay, okay.

I just got a little scared.

- It's all right.

Anybody gets pinched,
Vinnie, it's gonna be you,

so don't go turning
punk on me now.

I need you.

- Man, this is bad.

This is really fucking bad.

- Hey, you did
what you had to do.

Now that I see
you can handle it,

I'm gonna make you
my right hand man

in the neighborhood, huh?

You'd like that
wouldn't you, Vinnie?

- Sure I'd like it.

- Yeah, sure you would
'cause you're a smart kid

and you're job's gonna be
making sure that everyone

in the neighborhood that
does business with us

pays us a percentage.

Think you can handle that?

- Yeah, I can handle it.

- Yeah, well.

Look at that.

Come here.

I want you to go get
yourself some clothes.

You're working for me now.

Oh, oh, oh.

And, oh, I want you to watch
your mouth around Mitzi, huh?

She's a sensitive girl, Vinnie.

- Sure thing, Moe.

- What has happened here, Sally?

- They're dead, Mr. Sumatra.

- Who's dead?

- Tommy, and Bill,
and that new kid.

They're dead, just murdered.

- Please accept my
condolence, Mr. Larson.

This is a most very tragic loss.

Truly, like a
dagger in my liver.

Sally.

Here, my boys.

What trouble you've gotten
yourselves into now.

Oh well, nothing to do but this.

- Hey look, I just
want to talk, okay?

- I have nothing to
say to you, Vinnie.

- Just hear me out, please?

Look, I just wanted to let
you know that I'm really sorry

about what happened
to Tommy Larson.

- Yeah, right.

You hated Tommy Larson.

- Sure, I was pissed at the
guy, but I didn't want him dead.

- You weren't
at his funeral.

- I didn't exactly feel welcome
and then I got to thinking

about what would've happened
if the same thing had happened

to me and I just
didn't like the idea.

What I'm trying to tell you
is that I'm going straight.

- Yeah, right.

- You can laugh if you want.

I'm gonna go to night school,
become a business man,

learn how to steal a
million all legal like.

Look, I'm just
kidding, all right?

Could you smile for me, please?

You got a beautiful
smile, you really do.

- Good afternoon.

- What's up with that freak?

- Don't you dare say anything
bad about Mr. Sumatra.

- I wasn't going to.

- Then, say you're sorry.

- I'm sorry.

Okay?

You happy now?

- Mrs. and Mr. Berkowitz,
what a pleasant surprise.

- Mr. Sumatra, there's
been a terrible stench

coming from your apartment.

- As you can see, this cat
has not been well at all.

That is the source of
that terrible stench,

but please be patient.

The doctor of cats has predicted

that he will soon be
bursting with health.

Goodnight.

Until tomorrow.

Here's a nice fat pussy
cat for seasoning, my boys.

Split as you please.

Now, my boys, it is
time for your awakening.

In the most high name
of the most high spirit.

In the name of the most

high line of Judea,
Haile Selassie.

In the name of the
most high duvalier

and the Tonton Macoute,

I command you awaken.

Awaken.

What have we here?

An accuse ball, how rare.

- I can't feel my body.

- You're a spirit
animating flesh now, Tommy.

Behold, Bill and Freddie
are here with you, too.

I command you to
awaken, William.

I command you to awaken.

- Maybe he'd rather
stay dead, Mr. Sumatra.

- Nonsense.

Nonsense, Tommy.

I shall entice him.

Eat the Wizzo, eat
the Wizzo, now.

He awakens.

He awakens, Tommy.

Eat it, eat it.

Eat it, now.

Eat, Bill.

- Oh, gross.

- Munch, Munch.

Awaken, Freddie.

I command you.

- What was that?

- You're drawing electricity
from the air, Tommy.

It stimulated him.

- Look out, they have guns!

- It's okay, Freddie.

It's all over now.

- I feel so weird.

I feel like.

Tommy, are we dead?

- You're no longer
dead, Freddie.

I have boiled you and I
have lovingly dried you.

I have-

- Yeah, and made us
into shrunken heads.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Sumatra.

- Ah, William.

You have awakened fully.

- This is so bad.

This is so bad.

- I want to see my Aunt Lacey.

- I won't be like this.

I'd rather be dead.

- William, you cannot
mean such a thing.

- If being this way
means laying out

on a table all the time.

Yeah, he means it.

You three will have the
power to soar the heavens.

- How do we do that?

You gonna go get a golf
club and knock us around?

- You may have lost everything
below your chin, William,

but not your sense of humor.

- Yeah, right.

- So, hear me now.

Powerful and unknown
abilities await your discovery

and I shall guide you into this

new and remarkable existence.

- Hey, hey!

No, no!

- Use your mind.

Use your mind to stay
in the air for good.

Great, Tommy.

Great.

- Hey, don't touch me.

Hey, let go.

No, no!

- Fly, my children, fly.

Round, round.

Good.

Come to me, children.

Come to me now.

Here in my condominium
you will be safe.

Revenge will be your
sustenance and as your thirst

for vengeance
grows and blossoms,

and all traces of your
humanity begin to vanish,

you will find yourself not
only able to fly, but to kill.

- Well, what do you
know, Mr. Larson.

Is it that time of
the month already?

- Hey, you don't mind do ya?

It's really hot out there.

- Just take it and go.

The sight of you makes
me want to vomit.

- Yeah?

- Hey, there's 1,900 in there.

We'll get the rest
in the morning.

- You handle that thing
yet with Mr. Sumatra?

- Oh, Mr. Sumatra?

No, not yet.

- Come here.

What the hell's wrong with you?

That old freak is the
only son of a bitch

in the neighborhood who ain't
kicking back a percentage.

- You know how I hate
being near that guy, right?

- Look, Booger, you do your job

or I'll find somebody who can.

- Okay, okay.

Jesus, man.

- Get out!

Get out of here!

- Awaken, my children.

Are you ready to be tested?

- Yes, master.

- So, go now.

Fly.

Rise into the night and
do as you've been taught

and may all of your
dreams come true, my boys.

My dear, dear boys.

- Big juicy
legs and a big fat-

- Get off me.

You, cretans.
- Shit!

She's still got her purse.

I'm still going for it.

- Stinky, man.

What's the matter?

- Go ahead, malefactor.

Make our day.

- The change comes faster now.

- Master said our first kill

would quicken the
transformation.

- And as we continue
to nurture our hate,

the loss of our humanity
will quicken ever more.

- You will now await my return.

The master was right.

There's nothing more for
us in this world now,

except for revenge.

- Have you drawn
blood, my children?

- We have found evildoers.

- They
will do evil no more.

- Excellent.

Excellent, my wonderful boys.

My just, and wonderful boys.

- We really fucked
up this time, Stinky.

- A new
and frightening disease

seems to be attacking local
criminals throughout the city.

The mystery illness
is characterized

by a peculiar shuffling gait,
a total loss of bowel control,

and a compulsion to pick up
litter and clean graffiti.

Victims exhibited an alarming
drop in blood pressure.

Making it impossible to
locate a pulse or respiration.

What doctors call a
pseudo walking death gait.

The Center for Disease
Control urged the public

not to panic unless they
have criminal records.

- Hello?

- Yeah, I just got
out of class, now.

- They give you
a ton of homework also?

- Well, there's a movie later.

I thought maybe you'd
like to go to it.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- Okay, I'll pick
you up around seven.

- Okay, bye, Vinnie.

- All right, bye-bye.

- Are you still pulling
that girl's chain?

- Hey, a guy's gotta do
what a guy's gotta do, huh?

- Yeah, well you ought to
be ashamed of yourself.

Telling her you're
still in school.

- Hey Vinnie, what movie
you gonna see, huh?

- Don't you fucking worry
about what movie, Booger.

All right?

What you ought to be worried
about is what I'm gonna do

to you if I hear you
ain't taking care

of that Sumatra thing yet.

- Look, I'm telling you, man.

That guy's into a real
bad scene, all right?

- I can't believe that
you're actually afraid

of a broken down
old loser like that.

What the hell's wrong with you?

- You tell 'em, Vinnie.

- Maybe you think it's
a little thing, right?

Maybe you think it's
a little thing, huh?

I don't think it's a
little thing, okay Booger?

You know why?

Because it's principle.

- I don't think it's no
little thing, Vinnie.

- All right, look.

If I have to ask you again, all
right, I might just lock you

up in a closet with
that old fucking freak.

Now, how would you
like that, huh?

- All right, I'll
take care of it.

Just lighten up.

- Go.

Get out of here.

- You're learning, kid.

- Inquiring minds want
to know, Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, Mr. Sumatra.

- And what do you
malefactors want?

- Relax, Mr. Sumatra, this ain't
gonna take long, all right?

- I gotta admit, Mr. Sumatra.

It's been awful peaceful
around here lately.

No burglaries, no robberies,

nothing being run
on the shopkeepers.

- You mean the shopkeepers
who pay for protection.

- Oh, yeah.

We do a pretty good job.

- And now you come
to me for payment?

- Look, Mr. Sumatra.

You've been benefiting.

Why shouldn't you pay
like everyone else, right?

- Of course, I am the one

who will pluck out your tongue

with bolt cutters
and roast them,

and I shall take your
brain and chill them

for the purpose of garnishment.

- Those are some
pretty good reasons.

Huh, Booger?

- Yeah.

Oh, man, did you see that?

- What, I didn't see nothing.

- That's it, man!

I don't care no more!

I'm out of here!

I don't care no more!

- Where are you going, man?

- Fuck Vinnie, man.

Fuck him.

I told him Mr. Sumatra
was into a bad scene

and let him take
care of it himself.

I don't fucking care no more!

I don't fucking care!

- Hay, wait up, Boog.

- Two of your enemies
were here moments ago.

- Where, master?

- There go the malefactors now.

- Hey man, let me hang
at your pad tonight.

- I don't know.

- Come on, be a pal.

My mom won't let
me in the house.

- Your own mom won't
let you in the house?

- Yeah, she says I scare her.

- All right,
come on, asshole.

- Hey, thanks, Boog.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, so, Boog.

Don't you want to
watch TV or something?

- Nah, man.

I gotta take a shower.

And don't be whining when
I turn it off either.

I gotta get some sleep.

I don't wanna have
to keep seeing

that old bastard's face no more.

- I just don't want to, Vinnie.

- "I just
don't want to, Vinnie."

- You think that's funny?

- Aw, look,
come on, Sally.

You know how I feel
about you, right?

- That's not the point.

I'm just not ready.

- Well, what do you
mean you're not ready?

I mean, you're almost 16, right?

- Look Vinnie, if you can't
wait, then maybe you better

find yourself
another girlfriend.

- All right.

Walk home.

- I will.

- I hope you get run over,
you dumb-ass little bitch.

- Hey, Booger, man.

You still in there?

Damn.

Man, you've been in
there for three hours.

What, you fall asleep in here?

Damn, this water's freezing.

You okay, Boog?

Boog?

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

What the-

- Hey, Sumatra!

Freakin' molinyan.

Sumatra get out here!

I wanna talk to you!

- What do you want, doomed one?

- Hey, who you calling doomed?

I'll break your goddamned head.

Now listen, I'm looking
for Booger and Pud,

and I know that you've
seen 'em because they were

on their way over
here to see you.

- Your friends are suffering
the torments of hell

for their terrible sins and
soon it will be your turn.

- Sins, what do you
know about my sins?

- Your friends are in
the alley over there.

- All right.

All right.

I'll see you later, afro pops.

What do you two idiots
think you're doing, huh?

You think this is funny?

- Hey, Vinnie.

What's happening?

Want to help us weed the garden?

- Mr. Sumatra
wants to see you now.

- Hi, Tommy.

I know I haven't
visited you lately,

but I never forget about you.

I wish I had the courage to
tell you how I really felt.

I guess I was afraid
you would laugh,

so I'm gonna tell you now.

I love you, Tommy.

Even when we were little,
I think I loved you.

I wish you were here so badly.

- I am here, Sally.

Don't be afraid, Sally.

It's me.

It's me, Tommy.

- Oh my god, no.

- Mr. Sumatra brought
me back from the dead.

It was Vinnie who
murdered me, Sally.

- No, I
can't believe this.

I won't.

- I will show you, Sally.

I will implant my
memories inside your skull

and you will know the truth.

Bear witness, Sally.

Bear witness as my life
was so cruelly torn from me

in the prime of my youth.

Mr. Sumatra came to where
I lie awaiting burial,

severing my head from my corpse.

He prepared my head so that
it could receive my restless,

wandering spirit once more.

And when he raised me from the
dead, he taught me to use my

special powers so that I
could revenge upon Vinnie

and his friends for so
cruelly murdering me

at such a young and tender age.

Now you know what happened
that night, Sally.

Our love was cut short.

- Oh my god, Tommy.

- Let me be close
to you now, Sally.

Let us share a last embrace.

- How can we do that?

- I will show you, Sally.

- Ah, Tommy!

What are you doing?

Oh, god.

I can't stand it!

Tommy, wait!

Tommy, come back, please!

- Who
is at my door there?

- Sally Conway, Mr. Sumatra.

Open the door.

I want to see Tommy.

Where is he?

- My girl, you're
suffering from delusions.

- I'm coming in.

- Sally, you've never
been at my condo.

Thirsty perhaps?

- Don't play dumb
with me, Mr. Sumatra.

I saw Tommy with my own eyes
and he showed me things.

I don't know how, but he did.

- Have a seat, Sally.

Please?

- He said Vinnie
Benedetti killed him.

- That is true.

- I dated Vinnie
for nearly a year.

If you knew he was a killer,
why didn't you warn me?

- Good and wholesome girls
in their teens experience

loving feelings in their
hearts for evildoers, Sally.

But, my three boys will avenge.

- Wait a second.

How many are there?

- You seen Tommy?

Behold.

The other three together.

- Jesus god in
heaven, Mr. Sumatra.

How could you be so cruel?

- Cruel?

- It is.

It's the cruelest
thing there ever was.

- No, no, no, Sally.

For these boys are no longer
human in any sense of the word.

These beings that you
confront now shed no tears,

have no sympathy, nor
do they suffer, Sally.

What animates them now is
the desire for revenge.

- I refuse to believe that.

Tommy was too good of a person.

He cared about people.

He believed in doing
the right thing

until it got him killed.

- He was a fine boy,
that is true, but-

- His body maybe dead,
but Tommy's spirit,

that's a different
thing altogether.

Nothing can touch that.

- Perhaps you're
right, my child.

Love can do many strange
and wonderful things.

- Forgive me, Sally.

I know I disgust you now.

- No, it was just the shock
of seeing you like that,

but you're still Tommy
and if you disgusted me,

I wouldn't be able to do this.

- Never have I seen or
heard of a human head

made so small to show
affection of this sort.

- I told you Tommy's spirit
wouldn't just roll over and die.

- I will leave you alone
to afford you privacy.

- Sumatra
wants you, Vinnie.

- Let me go!

Let me go!

- Oh, Vinnie.

- Mr. Sumatra wants to
see you now, Vinnie.

- Mr. Sumatra, man.

Call these fucking
things off, man.

I swear to god I'll
do anything, please.

Fucking please.

Oh, shit!

- Mr. Sumatra wants to
boil your head, Vinnie.

- Come on, it'll be fun.

- Is that really the uniform

they wore in the Tonton Macoute?

- Oh yes, my child,
and I wore it proudly

back in my homeland.

- So, what's the big occasion?

- Tonight I wish to
set up all accounts.

Are you anxious?

- Yeah, but I have a
lot of faith in you.

What do you have
cooking in here now?

- Special recipe for Vinnie
and his evil comrade, Big Moe.

- Is there anything
I can do to help?

- Yes, but are you ready, Sally,

for capital punishment
Haitian style?

- Capital punishment?

I don't know.

What would I have to do?

- Before we proceed, I
must ask you something.

Take care how you answer, for
this is very, very important.

I must know now, Sally.

Is your maidenhead intact?

- If you're asking
if I'm a virgin, yeah I am.

- Hmm.

Only a female who has
never had a male member

inside of her body can
complete this particular spell.

- You aren't gonna sacrifice
me or anything, are you?

- Of course not, my dear child.

Go into my bedroom and dress
in the gown in my closet

and I will wait for you here.

I only wish my old comrades
in the political section

were alive to see
you at this moment.

They would be greatly charmed.

- Thank you, Mr. Sumatra.

- Oh, it's gorgeous!

Oh, you shouldn't have!

- It's no big deal.

- Put it on me.

Oh, put it on me.

- Booger and Pud are dead.

They're fucking dead.

They got whacked-
- Oh, jeez.

- Be quiet, Mitzi.

- But now they're

walking around fucked up and
now they want to fuck me up

just like they're-
- Hey, slow down, Vinnie.

Tell me.

Who's dead?

- Booger and Pud.

It was the fucking heads.

- What's that you're
talking about, heads?

- Heads, little heads!

They're flying around!

They've got ponytails,
they've got teeth,

they've got bugged out eyes!

They belong to Mr. Sumatra!

They're little
and they're brown!

They're flying around,
they're chasing me

all over the fricking place
and that ain't the worst of it!

At first they were all messed
up, Booger and Pud, right?

But, now they're really
fricking messed up.

I mean, they got, they got,
they got, skin falling off

of their face, they're
chasing me around everywhere,

they got maggots falling
off out of their mou-

They got the lights.

They got the lights and
they're coming after me.

- Listen, Vinnie.

I think you've been under
a little stress lately.

You know, I know this
beautiful little broad,

she's got a condo down in
Florida, maybe you can-

- You don't believe me?

You stupid bitch,
they're coming for us!

- All right, get out of my face.

- We're all gonna be dead!

- Get out of here!

Get him out of here!

- I'm not
your man, I'm not.

Get off me.

- Lieutenant Colonel Aristide
Pierre Le Fete Sumatra

of the Tonton Macoute, retired.

- What the hell?

- You know will be bound over

to my condominium
for zombie vacation.

- Kill the old man!

- Get away from me!

- Sally, Sally.

Look, you gotta call
these things off.

I mean, talk to Mr. Sumatra,

just get these things off of me.

- Sorry, Vinnie.

You're gonna have
to answer for Tommy.

- Oh, for Christ's sake, please!

- Let's do it.

- Behold our bitching
tube saw, Sally.

- No!

- Not, my children!

Remember, our revenge must be
consummated at my condominium.

- Call them
fucking things off, now!

- There's no power on
Earth that can save you

from your day of
reckoning, woman.

- Mitzi?

Mitzi, come on out of there.

- Somebody just tell me
what's going on here.

- Everything is gonna
be all right now, baby.

- What's happening?

- We're gonna go on a
little vacation, okay?

Let go of my arm.

Go get in the car,
the two of you, now.

- Okay, yeah.

Okay.

- Yeah, come on.

- Sally.

- Careful, boys.

- Why is this happening?

- That's a very good
question, Vinnie.

- Won't somebody tell me
why this is happening?

- Huh?

Huh?

- Okay, it's them heads.

- Huh?

- You remember them kids
we whacked last year?

Those are their
heads and Mr. Sumatra

has brought 'em
back from the dead.

- You did kill
them kids, you did.

- No, Mitzi, no, no.

Vinnie, he's been under
a lot of stress lately.

He don't know what
he's talking about.

- Vinnie may have
pulled the trigger,

but your gangster
friend gave the order.

- Keep quiet.

Look, the both of you
keep your mouth shut.

- Oh, no!

Shit!

- You can run, but
you cannot hide.

- Sumatra's behind us!

- Jesus Christ,
will you slow down?

- You will not get
away this evening.

Not this night.

- Slow down,
you're gonna kill us!

- Will you watch out!

- Vinnie, Vinnie,
no, this is crazy!

- Take it easy.

Take it easy, kid.

- Are you ready
for the Apocalypse?

For thy heaven's at hand!

The moment approaches
and the faithful

shall be cleansed,
brothers and sisters.

Cleansed in the fire
of the Holy Apocalypse.

- Vinnie, slow down.

- Shut the fuck up!

- Oh, jeez.

All them people.

- I hope them poor
bastards can swim.

- You almost got us
killed, you idiot.

- Hey, hey, hey, I
would rather be killed.

Killed, you hear me?

Killed, than turned into one
of them puff bag zombies.

- Even suicide wouldn't
save you, Vinnie.

- I want out of the car.

Pull over.

- Shut up.

- Pull over.
- Shut up, Mitzi.

- Pull over!
- Shut up!

- He's gonna stuff you
in an iron pot he has

in his apartment and he's
gonna cook you, Vinnie,

and you're gonna feel it all!

- Shut up!

- You're not gonna be
able to move, not scream,

not even cry, Vinnie.

- Shut up!

- You may as well give up
now 'cause Mr. Sumatra's

gonna get you no
matter what you do.

- Shut your friggin
little traitor mouth!

- If anybody's lying
it's you, Vinnie.

You said you were going
to become a business man.

- You're making a
mountain out of a molehill here.

- Oh, cause you got a bunch of

dead people chasing us around.

- Look, you know what?

We really could have had it
all, we could have done it all.

- Now, my boys.

Our enemies are in sight.

Go.

- Holy shit!

- This is the fun of the chase.

♪ I'm so happy

♪ Things seem rather grim

♪ Time, yeah

♪ We've only done
so many tricks ♪

♪ No one has ever known

- What?

What?

Holy shit!

Jesus Christ!

- Okay.

I've just about enough from you.

- Give it up, lady.

You're under arrest.

- Ah, you want some, too?

- Get the rest!

Get the fucking rest!

- Keep rolling, I'll
take care of the rest!

Two down.

- One more and we are home free!

- There you go, Vin.

- Give it to 'em, Tommy.

- Look at me go.

Sally, look at me go.

Look at me go, Sally.

Look at me go.

- Oh, no.

Spit it out, Vinnie.

Watch it, Vinnie!

Get rid of that thing.

- Let's talk deal.

You don't want nothing bad
to happen to the little girl

and I don't want to be turned
into one of them things.

- What was done
to these creatures

is not for the
like of you, woman.

These zombies are able to
walk the Earth for a short

period of time before they
deteriorate into brown liquid.

What I have reserved for
you is far more permanent.

- Yeah?

Well then, let's all go
to hell together, huh?

What are you doing?

- I ain't gonna let you
hurt no more kids, Big Moe.

- Time has come, woman.

Accept your fate.

- We'll see who's time.

- You're bleeding
pretty bad, Mr. Sumatra.

- I have healing infusions
at my condo, Sally.

We will go there now.

- Hey, what do you
want to do with me?

- You can go wherever you
please, little flashy one.

All I ask is that
you do not reveal

what you've seen
here this evening.

- Don't worry, Mister.

Nobody will believe
this in a million years.

I'll go.

Thanks.

Yeah, I'll just go, okay?

- Will you be able to
fix 'em like they were?

- Of course, Sally.

They're dead, are they not?

- Can I ask you a
question, Mr. Sumatra?

- Go ahead, Sally.

- How come you shot that guy
when you opened the door?

- There's an
old Haitian proverb.

When the Tonton
Macoute comes knocking,

don't answer the door.

Now, the real work begins.

- Bye, Vinnie.

Too bad things didn't
work out better.

Hey, Mr. Sumatra,
where'd Tommy go?

- There
with the others.

- They're just laying here.

- They have completed
their mission

and now they sleep
until needed again.

You, Sally, as the new
high priestess of the Badon

will be their caretaker.

They're yours to take.

You now may begin
your incantation.

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- In the name of the
most high duvalier.

In the name of the most
benevolent Haile Selassie.

In the name of the
Tonton Macoute,

please heed this virgin who
beseeches you for your blessing.

- Would you
like some coffee?

- Yeah, sure.

- There's this
great place I know.

We'll take a shortcut.

- Jesus, what's that?

- Hello, Mitzi.