All language subtitles for The Car 1977 english rip

(Suzie) : Let's see
how good you are.

(Peter) : You've got it, baby.
I'll race you. come on.

(Suzie) : You're a little
slow this morning, Peter.

(Suzie) : You're getting old.

(Peter) : Yeah?
Now who's getting old?

Well, how's that for slow?

Oh man, that got to be work.

Yeah.

Hey, listen, you gotta
give me a second chance.

- I'll race you through the tunnel.
- You're on. Hadn't had enough?

- Okay. Ready, set, go.
- Hey!

(Suzie and Peter whooping)

Give a girl a break.

(car approaching)

Move over.

(ominous instrumental music)

Hey!
(horn blaring rhythmically)

Oh my God,
what is this guy doing?

Hey!

Pete!
Oh, God, what is he doing?

- What do you think you're doing?
- Ood!

Suzie, get away!
Suzie!

Shit!
Oh my God!

Oh, God !

Oh, no!
Oh my God!

Oh, God !

(car horn blaring rhythmically)

Good morning.
I love you. Wade?

- What's going on?
- I'm watching you sleep.

That's about it from here.
Now back to you, curt.

You've got dragon breath.

You really know how to hurt a guy.
What time is it?

It's 6:30.

I think I heard the girls, too.

- Don't they ever sleep?
- Not when I'm here, they don't.

Come on, you know that's bull.

(Singing) Good morning, captain
Oood morning, Son

Do you need another mule skinner

Out on your new mule run?

(humming out of tune)

(wade) Did you ever notfce itrs
impossfbfe to brush your teefh

witbout wiggfing your ass?

Everybody knows that.

- Wade7
- Boy, I feel great.

Heyy did you feave
a hafr on the soap7

Yes.
No!

You know, what we all have
to do is just sit down and talk.

Wade, you've been
saying that for months.

When are we going to do it?

- I just want the girls to like me.
- Say what?

I said, what's a nice boy like you
doing working in a place like this?

Well, come on, little lady,
I'll show you.

No, Wade.

(wade)come ony come on.
No you don 't, come back.

(Lauren)You do
fhat agafn. wade.

- (Wade)I got you.
- (Łauren)No.

I gotta go home.
I gotta get dressed.

Margie's gonna pick me up
for school at 7:45.

- We got 10 minutes.
- Wrong.

You fell asleep last night,
and you blew it.

So now, suffer, baby.

Lauren, Lauren?

- We got seven whole minutes.
- No.

Look.

What? Did I fall in love
with a stopwatch?

- We're running out of precious tfme.
- wafty no.

Irve got to get to work.

Come to mey
my fitffe Frencb maid.

Little maneuver I learned
from one of my fourth graders.

She had all the
little boys terrorized,

got all their ice cream money.

Fat little slob she was,
but the queen.

She was the queen.

Easy, baby.

Stand up slowly,
put your hands on your head.

Wait.

( 1g20's gangster accent)
Now, you listen to me, copper.

You move towards that door, see?

And I move slowly
towards the back door.

At the same time, Lauren?

You wake your
sleeping beauties...

I leave discreetly,
and you leave in one piece.

Anything you say,
captain Queeg.

A simple... (blows raspberry)
would have been enough.

Do you think your father
would have approved of me?

Would he have had a choice?

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

(Lauren yelps)

All right, you phonies,
get dressed,

double time,
and don't forget the helmets.

(In German accent)
You have your orders.

I'm getting out of here.

- Daddy!
- No, I'm not.

- Oood morning.
- Oood morning.

(French horn playing)

(Bertha) : Don't hit me.
Stop it, you'll wake the boy.

(Amos) : Damn it, I said shut up!

I don't wanna hear any more from you.
Do you hear?

Always sneaking out! You hit me again,
I'm gonna call the police.

- The police?
- I swear.

You'll call the police,
will you?

You've been messing around
with that barmaid all night, I know.

I'm gonna come home when I
want to without any sass from you.

You're messing around
with that barmaid.

- Now you're starting up again!
- Hey, mister!

What the hell are you?

I just don't think you ought
to be hitting that lady.

You don't, huh?

That's my wife.
And none of your damn business.

Now get the hell out of here.

All right, stay cool now.

Hey, wait a minute.

That was you that woke
me up with that bugle.

No, sir, that's impossible.

This isn't any bugle,
this is a French horn.

Well, get it on out of here before
I wrap it around your neck.

All right, I'm doing it, I'm doing it.
Don't get excited now.

Watch this.
See this little thing?

This has got a hole all of
its own right in there, see?

Goes in like that.

Watch how neatly this
fits right in here.

Isn't that cosy?

See how silent it is?

What the hell are you saying?

Who, me?
Nothing.

Nobody's saying
anything around here.

Even my little friend in
the tree stopped singing.

Well, he's smart.

And I'm giving you five minutes
to move on out of here.

Well, I can't move too fast,
all I got is my thumb.

Well, stick it out and hope.

And if I hear another sound
out of that thing...

I'm gonna ram it so far up your ass,
you'll be farting music for a year.

Wouldn't that be fantastic?

Farting music.

For a year.

(blowing raspberries)

Get in the house, Jimmy.
Go on, son.

(John whistling melodiously)

Okay, this is it.

He's gonna stop.

No, actually, she is gonna stop.

Oh, my Lord.

She's gonna be a
34-year-old nymphomaniac.

And we're gonna go to the Amazon
Basin together and water ski.

I think I can handle it.
I'm ready.

Hi. My name's Johnny Norris,
what's yours?

Oh, my, are you a
darling-looking lady.

I'll pay the tolls.

Slow down,
you won't even see me!

Up yours with a splintered fiddle,
you son of a bitch!

(ominous instrumental music)

That'll teach you to
jump to conclusions.

Bye, bird.

(horn blaring rhythmically)

Debra, you're such a cheater.

- I am not.
- You are so.

You )ust can't )ump
where your rocks are.

You think you )ust
gotta keep doing this.

You don't.
Now throw your rock.

OK, ladies, mount up.

Let's ride.

Daddy, how come she always
sneaks out before we get up?

Debra.

Why don't you let Miss
Humphries live with us?

Just until Mom comes back,
you know.

That's not the way it works.

- I think it is.
- Oh, Debra.

Daddy, what she means is that...

well, we know it was bad
between you and Mother.

And maybe you're scared
of getting married to her again.

Well, what would you guys
think if I married Lauren?

You still like it when I cook,
don't you?

Sure, as long as I don't have
to eat Brussels sprouts.

- And when I vacuum on Sundays?
- Who vacuums?

We vacuum.
But you like it, don't you?

Kiddos, you guys are the best.

- Okay, then it's settled.
- This is grown up talk, huh?

I'll get on first.

Thompson, this is 402.

(Thompson)Good mornfngy Wade.
What's up7

Usual trip to school.
I'm on my way in.

Wadey there's somethfng up
at Amos cfements' pface.

You mfght wanna check ft out.

Okay.

- Where's your helmet, Daddy?
- I'll wear it twice tomorrow.

You'll bonk your head.

Do as I say, not as I do, yeah.
Hang on, turkeys.

Not so tight.

Then he drove on out
past my dynamite truck.

I was looking out my
window right at him.

What tfme was ft7

- Weffy around 7:00.
- yourre sure about fhaf?

You betcha.
Four times.

- How many times?
- Four times.

Well, are you sure, Amos?

Damn right, I'm sure.
He ran him down backwards...

then he ran forwards over him,
and he did that twice.

- Four times all together?
- Four times.

What kind of a car
was he driving?

- I don't know.
- Was it foreign or domestic?

- A little of both.
- What color?

- Orey, black, maybe.
- Sedan?

What the hell,
am I on trial here?

Station wagon? Hardtop?
Two-door? Four-door?

- I think a two-door.
- All right.

Convertible? Sunroof?
Vinyl top? Landau top?

A guy was getting ground to hamburger,
I wasn't taking notes.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- What's it to you? She's great.

What about the plate?

- I don't know.
- Did it have a plate?

- I don't know.
- color of the plate.

- I don't know.
- You saw it.

- I didn't seen nothing.
- Bullshit. You saw two doors.

What with all that dust in the air,
how could I tell anything for sure?

I don't know.
Damn it, I don't know.

What do you mean, for sure?

Well...

maybe the top...

was squeezed down low.

There was no plate.

Wade, Luke.

Wade, you'd better get on the phone
and call the Daigler county Seat...

in case he crossed the line.

Sling the net.
We've got a crazy on our hands.

I'll crank it up.

(Man) Heyy chasy why don 't
you quft pfayfng sherfff

and go back to what you
peopfe do besty huh7

If I do, white eyes, you're
gonna be in heap big trouble,

'cause I'm gonna track you down

and shoot an arrow
straight up your ass.

(Man) : We got an APB out on it.

(Woman) : Oh, yeah?
Okay, thanks.

John Norris.
A veteran.

Twenty-four, UcLA.

Residence, Snedens Landing,
the Palisades, New York.

He was hitching home.
Nice family.

His father's in...

international reinsurance,
whatever the hell that is.

That's his phone number down,
the business phone.

Should I talk to him...

- or to the mother?
- I can do it.

Thanks, Wade.

Chas, got anything
from Daigler county?

Yeah, Sheriff Papez would
appreciate a little more information

as to what in the hell they're
supposed to be looking for.

- That's a quote.
- Well, he's got what I got.

Now, look.
I want everybody out on the street.

I want you to remember,
a young man was killed today...

passing through our town,
and I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.

Oood bye.

(out of tune orchestra music)

Enough.

All right, that was delicious.

Miss Humphries, I'd like to
speak to you for a moment.

- Sure.
- In private.

Okay, take a break and we will
rehearse this march for real.

All right.
Okay, girls, up.

Come on, over here.
Right here.

I would like to
know what this is.

This is sweet.

Look, Miss McDonald,
he's made me a 36-D.

- You know who did it?
- Sure. This is Tommy Ness again.

His proportion's always off.

Are you saying that's
a picture of you?

Yes.

- Well, I must say, I'm surprised.
- Why?

Lauren, do you think it's healthy
for a 13 year-old boy...

to imagine his teacher naked?

- Absolutely.
- Well, not in this school, it isn't.

- Do you think she's ever been...
- No, no.

(car honking)

There's my baby. Don't forget
to wish him a happy anniversary.

A what?

It's two years today
he's been off the booze.

- Hi.
- Hi, what're you doing here?

- Hi, Wade.
- Time to change drivers.

- Hello, captain.
- crooks beware.

Well, how about a hug, you hunk?

- Honey, here?
- Isn't that darling? He's so shy.

Daddy!

- Hi, guys.
- Hi, turkeys.

- Hi, Margie.
- Hi.

We're gonna get to be
cowgirls in the parade.

- You're never no such thing.
- 'cause we know how to ride.

Who knew first?

- I did.
- I did.

The bell, girls.
Don't you have a gym class?

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye.

(Polfce radfo)22y are you tbere?

Yeah, this is Wade.
come on.

Itrs mey Fats.

We're at the nortb sfde
of the High Road.

We got some bad news here.

Everettjust arrfvedy
and he wants you pronfo.

- Okay.
- Bye-bye.

Come on.

(Everett) : Tell me
it was an accident.

- No way, Everett.
- Has she got a locket? Heart-shaped?

Yeah, she does.

God damn.
Damn it.

What in the hell is going on?

Wade, you know
Dr. Pullbrook's daughter, Suzie?

- You ever seen her?
- Yeah. Why?

You think you'd know her
if you saw her again?

What do you mean, Ev?

Well, she took off last Thursday
with a guy by the name of Pete Keil.

Bicycling, you know, camping.

Pete Keil? Impossible.

Well, how do you know?

Well, the kid's
a neighbor of mine.

He told me he was going
to Ogden on Thursday.

- He told you?
- Yeah.

Well, how come?

A few years back the kid was
in my Bible class, you know,

and then his dad died and
Pete kind of took a shine to me.

It couldn't be him.

He had a job interview
in Ogden on Thursday.

I gave him a letter.

- Has he got a mother?
- Yeah. Alice.

Alice7
Well, maybe he lied to Alice

because he didn't
want her to know what

he had on his mind
about Suzie. Anyway--

Ev, the kid has
never lied to me.

Well, let's hope so, Luke.

And let's hope he had
nothing to do with this.

You're sure it's his daughter?

A bicycle, camping gear,
a heart-shaped locket.

Everything checks.

Now, Ev, you don't think
the same car did it'?

Well, I'd say that was
a damn good guess, Wade.

You got a time of death?

Chas says it was
some time this morning.

About five or six hours ago.

But what beats the hell out of me
is where's this boy?

Ev, I told you he's in Ogden.

Ev, you looked over
the whole area, didn't you?

Well, yeah, thoroughly.

Wade, I want roadblocks...

on Interstate, Casper, Webster,
and Delaware...

and on the desert side.

No cars, black, grey,
blue, get in or out.

I want this entire
area sealed off.

Yeah.

Yeah, 10 years of giving out traffic
tickets and all this in one day.

Yeah.

And in addition
to the road blocks,

now I want the street
patrols going all night.

Some of you have drawn long
hours and I'm sorry about that.

We'll split the shifts as best we can.
These are your assignments.

Did you check on the kid?

He never showed up in Ogden.

We'd better see what we got
in the armaments locker.

If you don't press charges,
Bertha, there's nothing I can do.

That bastard can get up
and walk out of here.

And when he finally
decides to roll back home

bombed out of his
empty, dead head,

and drop kicks your face over the
county line again, don't call me.

Now, if you'll just
sign this here now,

get it over with...

Here, sign it.

Out.
Now.

You don't have to
go home, Bertha.

We can put you and the kid
up in a motel tonight.

Tomorrow, you and I...

can talk things out.

Bertha.

Bertha...
there's nothing to go home to.

I went to high school with her.

She was the first.

(Amos) : That's it.
Bertha, get in that truck, now.

I'm gonna have a
drink with the boys.

- Whiskey! Let's go to the club.
- All right, I'm buying.

You said a good thing there.
Or was that me?

You know what your
father once said to me?

I was gonna make it up anyhow.
How you doing?

You know,
this morning all I had to do

was to figure out some way to
get the girls to accept Lauren.

Yeah.

Are you gonna stand
there philosophizing,

or are you gonna
buy me a drink?

You're not smart
enough to do both.

Now, come on.
Come on, boy.

Whatever happened
to last Thursday?

I had it made last Thursday.

Ev, what the hell's
going on around here?

Wade.
Come here.

(Amos)Get in the truckf
Just Iike I fo1d you...

and sft down under
fhat sfeering wheef.

Now look at that.
Doesn't that turn your stomach?

(Amos)For God's sakef

(Everett) :
Be a liar, be a cheat,

be antisocial,
all of which he is.

But don't be a bully.
I hate bullies.

Now, come on,
let's have a drink.

Order me a gin and tonic.
I'll wait for Luke.

(Everett) : I'll order
him a sarsaparilla.

The lock was rusted.

I can't tell you anything
about the guns without a test.

OK.
That's tomorrow's business.

Damn fty Berthay
drive Jfmmy on home

like I told you,
and go to bed.

Jimmy, you stay in that truck.

I am stayfng herey
I am havfng a drink wfth fhe boys.

I don 't want you hangfng on my
coattaffs from mornfng fffl nfght.

How many tfmes
do I have fo reff you?

(Car horn blaring)

But if you guys can't get him,
I sure as hell can.

I'll blow the son
of a bitch sky high.

Don't push me, pig face.

Twenty-two gun-toting idiots,
and you guys can't bag...

some pretty little
jackass out for kicks.

- All I want from you...
- You let me out of here.

- Shut up!
- I'll put you two...

All I want from
you is to know if

it's the same car that
killed the hitchhiker.

- Yeah.
- Tell me slowly...

so I can understand
what happened.

I was crossing the street
to go to the club,

he came out of the dark, he looked
like he was heading right at me,

he swerved, I dove,
he hit Everett.

It was the same guy,
and that's all I know.

What did you get from her?
Anything?

- She says it was a black car.
- Well, doesn't she know what kind?

(Speaking in Navajo)

Big and black.

I called Daigler County.
They're watching, but no sign of him.

Well, he had to crawl
into Daigler County.

He had to cross the county line.

There's only one road out of here.
There's no other way.

- I told them.
- OK, what happened?

(Speaking in Navajo)

He swerved around
Clements and then hit Ev.

What did she say?

She's an old woman.
Indian talk, it doesn't matter.

What did she say, Chas?

Moccasin teller says bad
things are coming with the wind.

Her family's going deeper
into back country tomorrow.

What do you think?

About what?

Well, what do you want to do?

How the hell do I know?

Well, that's it, guys.
It looked like he went over the hills.

But we'll keep everything going.

Roadblocks and so forth,
until I tell you otherwise.

Don't letdown, anybody.

- I wanna thank you all.
- Two door or four door?

I wanna thank you all
for hanging in there.

What can I tell you?
Go to it.

(Donna) : Okay.

That's good.

All right.
Thanks very much.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Wade, Daigler County
reports a black vehicle...

two-door, unidentified make.
Sounded like open pipes.

Last seen going north at
8:00 a.m. on Interstate 12.

They wanna know,
does that sound like our car?

Could be.

Tell them thanks and good luck.

Thank you. Yes, Sheriff Parent
says it sounds like it.

Thank you and good luck.

- Hello, Mackey.
- Oood morning.

Wade.

Miss McDonald,
the principal, called

and she wants to know about the
parade rehearsal this morning.

Can she go ahead?

Tell her we think so, but see if she
can put it off until this afternoon.

I'd sure feel better about that.

Tattleman,
I wanna put you on that parade.

Call Miss McDonald and check
what time she wants to schedule it.

- Not before 3:30 or 4:00.
- Right.

Wade, we're on our way over to
claim Everett's body at the hospital

but he has no next of kin,
so we thought perhaps--

- I can do it.
- Right here.

I had nobody else to ask, you know,
about the funeral arrangements.

Give us a couple of days.

He was a...

- He was a Methodist.
- That's right.

The guys and I'll chip
in for the expenses.

There won't be any charge.

OK, I guess I've got all I need.
Thank you.

At least that's one of us.

Wade...

there's something I wanna
tell you about last night.

Well, the old lady.

Well, Chas, he didn't translate
everything that she said.

- What do you mean?
- Well...

she said...

there was no driver in the car.

Thanks, Donna.

Thomas County Sheriff,
may I help you?

Luke.

(Donna) : Where did you
say you found him?

What do you think
about the parade rehearsal?

Don't do it.
Don't do it.

Call McDonald and
tell her to cancel it.

I've got a Mr. Jenkins
on the line.

Tell her tomorrow
might be a better day.

Said he's been fishing
below Arrigo's Bridge...

and when he came back to his tent,
he found a young man's body.

There was a bike, too.

That's got to be the Keil boy.

Tell him to stay there,
and I'll be right along.

Sheriff Parent says
for you to stay there,

he's coming right over.
Bye.

Thomas County Sheriff,
can I help you?

No, we haven't found him.
No.

Sorry we're late.
We were just over seeing Everett.

We're going over, too.

- Donna?
- Yes?

Wade.
Look, I'm with Mr. Jenkins.

Yeah, send an ambulance.
Tell them...

Tell them there's no rush.

I'll probably be back
in about an hour.

- (Wade) Anythfng new7
- (Donna)Nope.

The roadbfocks are sety
fhe pafrofs are oufy

and everything's guiet as can be.

(whistle blowing)

(drum roll)

(upbeat band music)

Remember, kids,
horses are a little like people.

They're shy of strangers until
they get to know them better,

so hold the reins
gently but firmly, okay?

Jimmy, you're too slow,
and Bobby, you are, too.

Lively, everybody.
What we want is for people

to pick up their feet
and wanna march.

Count.
One, two, three, four.

I don't hear enough flute.

And I hear too much bass.

Move up. Move them up.
Come on.

(horses neighing)

All right, hold onto them.
Hold onto them, everybody.

Hold on, everybody,
to your music!

Turn away from it
and protect your eyes!

I can't see.

OK, just turn around.
Let's face our backs into the wind.

Quiet a second.

(car horn blaring rhythmically)

- Get everybody off the track!
- Everybody, run up to the cliffs!

Run!
Come on, run!

Get to the wall.
Hurry!

Run up to the cliffs!
Go on up to the cliffs!

(horn blaring rhythmically)

Let's keep him busy,

give those kids time
to get out of here. Come on.

I hurt my arm!
My arm! My arm!

- Keep running, baby. Hurry.
- My arm!

Wait a minute, get in there!
Get in there, come on!

Hurry!

Come on, over here.

(car engine revving)

You're okay now,
Debra, you're okay.

Oh, God.

I know.
I know.

- Are you ready?
- I'm ready.

Okay.

Hey, you!

Why don't you get out
of your big, ugly car, huh?

We'd like to see
what you look like.

I'd like to see what a
creep like you looks like.

Well, come on, come on.
Oet out of your car.

Let us all see what a lunatic
son of a bitch you are.

Come on, crawl out.
I'll let you crawl out.

I got your story now, I see.

As long as you're in your car,
you're big and you're bad.

Come on,
let me tell you something, buddy.

You know what you are?
A chicken.

You're a chicken shit.

Scum of the earth.
Son of a bitch!

Go, Margie!

Are you back again?
My Ood.

Listen, what could we do for you,
sweet thing, huh?

Why don't you just get out of
that big upside-down bathtub

and let me see
who you really are?

You punk, psycho
idiot horse's ass!

Hello, somebody, hello?

- (Donna) yesy who fs thfs
- This is Margie Johnson.

The car has the
kids and the band

and all of us trapped

fn the ofd cemetery
out by the race track.

Pfeasey for God's sake get
out here before if kfffs someone.

(Wade) Donnay thfs fs Wade.
Irve heard and I'm on my way back.

I want everybody out
fo fbe cemetery, fast.

Donna, who's at the station?
And where the hell is Luke?

(Donna) There's nobody here.

Everybody took off
when they heard Margfe.

OK, you guys on roadblocks,

hold your stations in
case he slips through.

Thfs is our chance.
Don 't blow it.

Okay, we all know that you know
how to rev your little engine.

(police siren wailing)

- Tadpole!
- All right!

Lauren was terrific.

Take the kids to my
house and stay there.

I gotta get to the station.

Okay.

- Donna, this is Ray, are you there?
- Yeah, Ray, what have you got?

I got a vebfcle comfng
up fast from the south.

It's a trucky maybe.
I reaffy can 't see ft cfearfy yet.

- It's black or grey.
- Where is he, Ray?

He's comfng up Carterrs Road.
Ohy God.

What is it, Ray?

God.
Itrs no truck.

It's him.
God damn, it's him.

He's coming up the road.

Here we go.

(Wade) Rayy tbis fs Wadey are you
there7 Whats bappenfng7

(Ray) Itrs hfm. Itrs gotta be him.
He's coming rfght up the road.

Ray?
Take him out.

He's slowing down.

He's stopping.

He's stopped.

Shit!

(Wade) Ray? Ray?
Ta1k fo usf

(Ray)I mfssed him twfce.
God damn ft. I don 't beffeve ff.

Where's Metcalf?
Where's Denson?

Where's McGruder?
Where's Berry?

Denson, McGruder,
Berry, Metcalf.

He's leaving.

Son of a bitch.
He turned around.

He's going right
down Carter's Road.

(Wade) Welly foffow hfm.
Stay wffh himy werff box him.

Just teff us where he's gofngy
werff fntercept.

Just stay with him.

Metcalf, go.

Denson, go.

Get out to Carter Roady
tie fn wffb Metcaff. Go.

Movey everybodyy
movey move, move.

- You got it.
- Right.

(Donna) Whats happenfng
out tberey Ray?

(Ray)I'm movfng
as fasf as T can.

Chrfsty he's probabfy hft tbe
Mesa Road fnfersectfon by now.

Chrfst knows where be's going.

He's not gonna waft around for usy
you know7

I see him.

He's at the foot of tbe Mesa.

(Metcaff) Rayy ft's Metcaff.

Werre comfng iny too.
We're about two mffes away.

Got him.
He's trapping himself up there.

Come on, guys.

Got him. We got him.
There's no way down but straight down.

Ray, don't lose him.

You boys better move
if you wanna )oin in on the fun.

I'm getting near the top.

Damn!

(distant sirens)

Jesus.

No.
Please, no, no.

(horn blaring rhythmically)

(horn blaring rhythmically)

This is Wade.

We can't let him through,
no matter what.

Do you understand?

Yeah.
See Utah and die.

Jesus Mother Christ!
McGruder, look! There it is!

Come on, stay in close.

He'll have to stop.
He can't take us both.

He'll turn off and we got him!

(horn blaring rhythmically)

(engine revving)

You're lucky.
Just a few bruises, that's all.

Of course, you're gonna be a
little sore for a couple of days.

If he has any...

real discomfort after he
leaves in the morning...

- In the morning?
- Oet some of these.

Yes...

I want you to stay
here overnight.

Dr. Pullbrook.

We're sorry about your daughter.

Yes.

I am, too.

How is he?

He's going to be all right.
Nothing serious.

Good, I'll tell the guys.

- Fats, are the roadblocks back up?
- Oh, yeah.

I don't know why.
They didn't seem to do any good.

Of course, everybody's
doing double duty and...

and we had to get some boys
at the fire department...

to replace...

It looked like he smashed through
our cars like he was stomping bugs.

I didn't even see
a scratch on him.

He took me out with his door.

Two rounds in the tires.

One straight into
the windshield.

Poor Ray didn't miss.

Bulletproof glass,
self-sealing tires.

Yeah, I guess.

How many men?

Luke?

Metcalf.

Berry.

Denson.

McGruder.

Mott.

Was there a license plate?

None.

And there were no
handles on the doors.

How the hell could he get
past our roadblocks?

He could have crashed
through those tombstones...

and he could have
killed all of us...

if he wanted to.

And the wind, all that wind
and the dust that came before...

What did he look like, Wade?

- What?
- What did he look like?

When he threw open the door?

I, uh...

- Well...
- Come on.

- What?
- Nothing. I didn't see him.

It was just too quick
for me to look.

How could he flatten the guys
that way and come out of it?

Right.

How?

And why?

(phone ringing)

- (Lauren) : Hello?
- (Margfe) Łaureny is Wade okay?

- Margie, yeah, he's okay, thank Ood.
- Thatrs greaf.

I had to lock up Amos Clements
this afternoon.

Okay, I'll he there
in a little while.

He had a shotgun and was
screaming bloody murder again.

Yeah, Luke's okay.

His son getting hurt,
us letting the car into town.

We had a few good words, you know.
Okay?

Wade?

Wade, your kids want
to speak to you, okay?

Hi, you guys.

Yeah, I'm okay.

The doctor just checked me out,
and I'm )ust fine.

Don't let anything ever
happen to you, Daddy.

Nothfng's gonna happen to mey
Irm too orneryy you know thaf.

Daddy, you should have
heard Lauren today.

She cussed that car so bad.

- She called him a chicken...
- Never mind, Debra.

Anyway, if I was him,
I'd never come back.

All right, get on to bed.
I'll see you in the morning.

Lauren's gonna spend
the night with you.

I love you.

Well, if I'm gonna spend
the night with the kids

I guess I better stop by my place
and get some clothes and things.

Yeah, okay.

- Chas, drive her home, will you?
- Sure.

Sleep well.

Chas.

Come in here.

Close the door.

What happened?

What do you mean?

I told you to cancel
that parade rehearsal.

What happened?

What happened?

I think...

when Mackey started...

started talking about Ev...

and the funeral arrangements,
I guess...

It's not what
I think it is, is it?

No.

I loved him too, Luke.

It's been so much.

It's been a lot.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing, just checking the teepee.

The old lady, two kids.

How long are you gonna be?

- Not long. Why don't you come in?
- Do you mind if I...

Of course, you're worried about your
family. Well, go check on them.

Come back in about
a half hour, OK?

Oh my God.

Hello?
Wade Parent's room, please.

Hello, Wade? It's me, baby.
No, I'm home.

Chas went over to his place.
He said he'd be back in a few minutes.

Wade, no, I'm all right.
Listen to me. Listen to me.

As I was coming up to the house,
that crazy wind came up.

It almost blew me off my feet.

Wade...

I think I hear the engine
of that damn car.

Wade, it's sounds so weird.
Wade, I'm scared.

No, I promise you I won't go out.
Tell me what to do, baby...

(horn blaring rhythmically)

Lauren.

(Chas) : I shouldn't have left her.

Nothing would have changed.

He'd have taken you out, too.

I talked to her.

She called me when
she got back here.

She could hear the engine
coming down the street.

She was so frightened.

I don't know.
I don't know.

(Luke) : I know why he didn't
go into the cemetery.

I know why.
There's no other reason.

The qround was hallowed.

That's what I say,
but you think about it.

Everything that's happened.

What it did to the guys and how.

Everybody else was
killed on the street.

Lauren was killed in the middle
of her own living room.

She was special!
Why?

Because she cursed him,
that's why.

I don't believe it.
I don't accept it.

Wade, that car flew into that
house four feet off the ground.

And how did he know
where she lived?

Keep the roadblocks up.

Get all the other guys.

Get them down at
the station right away.

- Hey, what's up?
- I don't know. Let's go find out.

- Do you guys want some coffee?
- Please.

Chas, get Amos.

You probably have
about two hours.

You just snap your fingers,
and poof! He appears.

I don't know but I'll be the
only one on the streets.

Oet our van, too,
divide the stuff in half.

One of you has got to get there.

You're that sure he'll show?

No, but what have
we got to lose?

You stay on the switchboard.

I'm going.
They were my friends, too.

It's about Ood
damn time, Tonto.

These Ood damn roaches
are as big as hen eggs. What...

What are you doing?

This ain't no way...

I'm a taxpayer, you damn savage.
I pay your salary.

I'll sue you.
I'll sue the city.

You're choking me, Chas.
You dumb Indian. Turn me loose.

Sit on...

down.

We need you.

I got it.

Easy. You cough
with these blasting caps...

and they'll blow your balls up
around your tonsils. Easy, now.

Okay, let's go.

- Lauren, is that you?
- Margie, it's Wade.

- Wade? I thought it was Lauren.
- Margie, listen to me.

Why aren't you in the hospital?

Don't come in here.
Oo back upstairs.

- What's the matter?
- Don't come in here.

Did you hear me?
Oet in the house.

What is wrong, Wade?

Oo back upstairs.
The car, it's in here.

Oh, my God.

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

Daddy!

- Debra.
- My ears hurt.

It'll be OK.

(horn blaring rhythmically)

Guys, he's hanging
in right on my tail.

You better be ready.

(Łuke)you're too earfy.
We're stiff on fhe wayy for Christ's sake.

You're still on the way?
Did Amos get to the canyon yet?

(Łuke)How the heff
shoufd I know7

Stall him, Wade,
you've got to stall him.

(Wade) Lukey do you read me?

Hers turned off the mafn roady
gofng norfh across Jeffy's Ffefd.

Hers reaffy movfng.
I can barefy keep up wfth hfm.

Oh, Jesus.

And he seems to know
exactfy where hes going.

That son of a bitch is
coming right behind us.

(Łuke) Okayy bang on.

He's going towards the canyon.

I've got him, Luke.
Get to the top of the canyon.

Hey Ashberry, how many
have we planted now?

About five cases, Chas.

Hey, Amos,
how many have you got left?

(Amos) : I got about 10 cases left.
Hey, I hear an engine.

Can you see anything?

Two vehicles.
One's a bike.

Oh, shit.
Somebody's early.

No time to plant your sticks.

We'll get across to the other side
and place as many boxes as we can.

- Amos, where's the rope?
- Just below the rise there.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on, move it.
Wade's holding him at the bottom.

Here.

Oh, Jesus.
Hold on, Wade.

(Chas) : What do we do now, Amos?

(Amos) : Pull him up.
Give us another minute.

Come on, guys, lets get these
wires over to the other side.

Then we'll bury him.

Watch the wire, fellas.

Wade, it's stuck!

Tell them not to stop.
He's coming up.

Don't stop!
The car is coming up!

Damnation! The detonator in
the truck, get it out, quick!

Come on, Wade.

Over here!

Come on!

Come on.

Where?

- Damn it, Wade, he'll see us.
- I want him to. Come on.

Parker!

Oh, God.

Get the spindle!

The wire, it ran out.
What are we gonna do?

We'll splice it.

Wade, you're crazy.
He'll kill us.

We gotta get his attention.

- Come on. Come on.
- No. No.

Look at him. Look at him.
He thinks he's got us.

- Come on, Wade.
- Not yet.

- Wade.
- Not yet.

No, not yet. Now go!

(horn blaring rhythmically)

Hit it!

(Wade) : Hit the damn thing!

(evil growling)

Well...

whoever he was,
he isn't anymore.

It's all over, Luke.

But didn't you
see it in the fire?

He's down there under
100 tons of rock.

- But in the fire, I saw...
- It's over, Luke.

It's over.

(horn blaring rhythmically)