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- You dumb-ass twerps!

What are you trying to do, kill me?

Damn!

Did you get your license at the corner store?

What's he want?

He's crazy.

Who's that?

What's he doing?

Help me.

Honey, I think we're lost.

- Lost?

Only in beauty, honey.

Jackrabbit, look.

Gloria, hurry, get the video camera!

Hi, I'm Phil Rockwell,

and welcome to the Rockwell family vacation.

We're on our way across this great country of ours.

And this is my wife, here.

- Gloria Jean, hi.

- Oh, and we're on our way to the historic old town,

you know, where there's all the activity

from the last century and all.

And well, we're just going out to learn a lot about history

and what made this country great.

Right, gang?

Matthew, Matthew, say hi.

Aw.

Tina. - What?

Give me a smile.

Look, Gloria, a road block.

- Oh, be careful.

The long arm of the law.

Slow down, Dad, I wanna see.

Well, we'll see what he wants.

Do we have our registration?

Hey, boss.

Some wild animal cause all this damage?

- Yep, wild animals.

- You figuring a coyote?

- Yep, figuring a coyote.

- I guess these wild animals are pretty treacherous

out here in the frontier, huh?

- Yep, pretty treacherous.

- We'll be careful out there.

- Yep.

Be careful.

Okay, time to go.

Come on, kids, sit down.

Thank you.

Thanks, officer, bye!

Put your seat belts on.

You can see what happens when you're not careful.

Hey Gloria, got any of that pudding left?

- Honey, this is so much free...

- Dad! - Whoa.

- Dad, what's going on? - What are you doing?

It's just a blowout.

Look out for the rocks.

- Okay, I'm gonna have to go get some help.

Oh, be careful, peachy.

- Okay, lock the doors.

Hi, I'm Phil Rockwell.

My family and I were out on a little vacation,

and one of our tires blew out.

You have a telephone maybe I could use to call someone?

- Sure you can come in and use the telephone,

but I don't think you'll find a garage open

at this time of the day.

- Oh, man.

- Hey, why don't you bring your family in?

My grandson, he works on cars.

- Really?

That's so great.

- My house is right across the street.

Get your family, I'll meet you in five minutes.

- You people are really so nice out here.

Five minutes!

Toodle-oo!

- Hey, come on, let's go.

Gather up your stuff.

Found the nicest lady.

Invited us over for dinner.

Tina's in Hell.

Oh, this is fun, Dad, can we do this every weekend?

- Look, this looks like it here.

She says across the road from the diner.

Well, okay.

Let's go.

- You've gotta be kidding.

You were invited here?

- Tina, please.

- Glad you could make it.

Follow me.

- Come on.

Thanks again for having us over.

This is a really nice place you've got.

Tina, honey, come on!

Come on, kids, it's just a normal house.

See, I told you this place was normal.

Hi.

Matthew, come in here, son!

- Tina, don't fuss.

Just sit down, okay?

Sit still, honey.

- Welcome, my friends, to my humble home.

This is the surgeon.

Surgeon General.

I think he likes you.

- Oh.

- Whoa, easy there.

She's spoken for.

- This is Plates.

He loves his little corner.

- Hi, Plates.

- And here comes Brain with dinner!

Brain doesn't believe in formal dinner attire.

- Hey.

- Thanks, Brain.

- No, thank you.

- Are you feeling okay, dearest?

- Yes, I'm fine.

I'm vegetarian, I don't believe in killing animals.

If it had eyes, I won't eat it.

- Hush, Tina.

- To each their own.

- She's pale and thin.

Frail?

Which one's frail?

- Yes, one's a little frail.

But just one, though.

- Excuse me?

I think we need to invest in mirrors

before we discuss how I look.

God only knows what you're doing to yourselves

by eating this stuff.

I mean, look at this slop.

- Having your beliefs is fine, but keep them to yourself.

Now give us a smile.

Oh, yoo-hoo, Mr. Shadow.

Say

cheese!

- Yes, yes!

Gloria!

What did he do to you?

Stop!

Get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

- Why? - Why?

- Yes, yes!

Yeah!

I'm gonna get us out of here.

Come on.

Matthew, don't leave me!

Dad.

Come on, jump! - Get them, get them!

- Yes! - Shoo!

Matt!

Matt!

- Oh, yes.

- You bastard!

We haven't done anything wrong.

- Tell him not to hurt her, please.

Tell him not to hurt her, I want to keep her.

I wanna keep her.

- Why are you doing this?

You missed.

No, Matthew.

- Ah!

- I'll take care of her, I promise, please.

I love her, please, please?

She must be preserved. - Oh, no!

- Stop!

- Hello?

Hello?

Tina, are you awake?

Hi, Tina.

I didn't know if you were hungry,

so I brought you some soup and money.

- You bastard!

Where's my family?

What have you done with them?

- I didn't do anything to them.

Here, eat this, you haven't eaten anything in hours.

Yeah.

It's okay, it's okay, everything's gonna be fine.

Granny's gonna let me keep you.

- Keep me?

- Yep.

Wanna go for a ride?

- No!

Don't you even get it?

I just lost my father.

I just lost my whole family.

You don't even know.

Can't you even imagine what it's like to lose your father?

- You don't even know my father.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

I'll give you some time.

I'll be back in an hour.

- Hello, is anyone there?

Hello?

Is anyone down there?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Come and look at the camera.

Honey, I'm taping, are you packing the bags?

Is the food ready?

Oh, I'm so excited.

Love these new tires.

Hey!

- My kind of place.

Come on, troops.

I aim to reload.

This is nice.

Hey, how you find these places, Joe?

- Feels good to stretch.

Seems okay, comfortable.

- Welcome, my weary travelers.

What will it be?

- Ah.

Coffee, make mine black, though.

Are you guys from around here?

- No, Leadville, that's where all of our type come from,

don't you know?

- Well, originally from the East Coast, Syracuse.

- Probably just too frigging cold to ride a bike, huh?

- Yeah, exactly.

Isn't she great?

- Hey, Shakes.

If you can't drink it, don't order it, you know?

- Fuck you.

- Oh, Dad!

- Mmm, pretty good.

That hits the spot.

- Hey, Mrs. Murphy's got the chili on.

20 minutes, let's go!

Let's go!

- Graine, are you coming with us?

- No, I'm gonna just stay here and enjoy my coffee.

And enjoy the sights.

- Suit yourself, punk!

Punk!

- Hey, help me!

- You kind of looked like...

- Please, this lady, she's a butcher!

Her whole family. Please.

Her whole family's a bunch of monsters.

- Who's a monster?

- Her!

Please, you have to help me.

- Okay, okay, if it'll make you feel better,

I'll call for help.

Look, you have nothing to worry about.

To tell you the truth, little girl,

I couldn't think of a safer place.

Oh, no!

- Ha, look!

Look at him, touch him.

Another one for the bone room.

- When I said that you could keep her,

I thought we agreed she would be your responsibility.

- Who were they, we didn't even set the trap.

Those were real live paying customers.

We need some of them every now and then, you know.

- Why are we taking them in?

Ask your new toy.

They weren't a bad catch, actually.

Maybe she won't be such a bad member

of the family after all.

- Tina, I think Granny really likes you.

- Brain, you said you were going to take care of them,

but I always end up taking care of them.

This is going to be a problem.

They had friends who will miss them.

- What the hell is this?

- Just until we get out of Granny's sight.

- Look, Brain.

- Brian, my name's Brian.

- Whatever.

Look, Brian, why don't you just let me go?

- Let you go?

Go where?

What are you talking about?

We're your family now.

- You are not my family.

- But we're all you've got.

I'll take care of you.

- If we're to be together, Brian,

we have to get out of that house.

It's the only way.

The only way we'll ever be together.

- I can't leave, Tina, I won't survive out there.

- Well, of course you will.

I'll take care of you.

- You don't understand.

Besides, the Creator would never approve.

Come here.

This is the starter.

Shove the key in, turn it, bike kicks over.

This is the gas.

Vroom, vroom!

Click, click.

The brake.

Clutch.

- Brian, the Creator, is he your father?

- Yeah, he created Surgeon General and Plates.

I just wish that he created me more

like this bike, you know?

Perfect.

- You can learn to make peace with yourself and others,

and no masquerades.

- Sometimes I wonder what it's like

to be like everybody else.

I almost wish for the horrible inconveniences

of a daily routine,

just so that I could know that I was routine.

A statistic lost in the crowd.

We should be going.

- Come on, come on!

What was that?

Graine's jacket, oh.

- What, what is it?

His colors soiled by his own blood.

- Oh, no.

- Know what this means?

Do you know what this means?

- Don't worry, Shakes, they'll pay.

This means war.

Oh, honey, the barbecue sauce smells.

Get the dog away from the table.

Oh, Pookie.

- Dad? - I know.

Mom?

Hey. I'm up here, guys.

Matt!

Matt, look up here!

Mom, Dad!

- Here you go.

And Matthew.

Matt!

Matt, look up here, Matt!

- This one is for you. - Dad!

Dad!

Come on, Mom!

I'm up here!

Mom, please.

Why?

Hi, how are things with you and the boys?

Oh, just fine, thank you.

I drove by the other night, late.

- Hey, hey! - Thought I saw somebody.

- Look up here! - Oh, probably just me

baking away at all hours of the night.

- Hey! - Seemed like that.

- In fact, try some

of this fresh batch. - Hey!

Come on, look up here,

I'm alive! - Thanks, Granny.

- Hey!

- Are you ready, dear?

- Ready for what?

- Well, for the most wonderful day

of a young woman's life.

- Yes!

So sexy.

- It's about time you became family.

Come on!

- Hi, Tina.

No, don't fight, this is fun.

Fun?

Get her up, get her up, get her up.

Look how pretty she is.

- Three, two, one.

- Yes! - 24 hours!

That's not a bad start.

- Yes!

- Hey!

- Clay, is that a truck coming at us?

- What truck?

- What do you mean, what truck?

The one coming straight for us.

- You know what he's doing?

What?

- All right.

Chicken.

- Chicken?

Yeah, bring it on, motherfucker.

- Okay.

- Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on, yes, yes, yes!

Whoa!

Are you guys watching the highway?

I don't feel like dying.

Clay!

Clay, what the fuck you doing?

Play fucking chicken. - Shit.

- Clay! - Shit.

- Turn off!

Turn fucking off, Clay!

- I know, I know, I know!

- What kind of shit? - Jeez!

- Yes.

Come on, come on.

Ow!

Jeez, fuck!

Jesus, that was fucking...

God, Clay, they're turning around!

Turn around, what's going on?

Clay, just move it out of there.

Come on! - I don't like this.

Clay, step on the gas, for Christ's sake!

What the hell?

Here we go.

Oh, Jesus!

Come on, oh!

- Who the fuck are these guys?

- It's fine! - I don't know.

- Oh, shit. - Shit!

- Look out! - Fuck.

Oh, Jesus!

- God!

Oh, what the fuck?

- Goddamn fucking assholes, what do you think you're...

Hey guys, get help!

Come on, move it, Clay!

Jesus!

Holy shit.

Die!

- Oh!

Oh my God, what the fuck?

Holy fucking...

- Clay?

Clay.

Clay, help me.

Clay!

What are you fucking doing, Clay, help me!

Clay, what are you doing?

Clay, help me!

Clay!

Clay!

Clay, help me!

- The cherished enamel.

The porcelain.

It's like a society.

Every molecule an individual, like me.

But when unified, a structure takes shape.

A circular vessel for distributing organic nourishment.

We, like this plate, gain strength in numbers.

We thrive in a herd environment.

We feed off one another for a stronger front,

aggressively growing in numbers,

until one day...

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

Ow!

Ow!

- Touch him.

Go on, touch him.

- Leave her alone.

- What did you say?

- Come on, Plates.

She doesn't need to do this.

- If you want her to stay with us, she needs to do this.

Maybe you don't want her to stay.

She seems to like this guy a lot.

Maybe we'll let them stay together.

Don't.

Damn it.

Plates, Plates.

Stop!

Come on, Plates!

Goddamn it, she doesn't have to do this!

She doesn't know what she's doing, stop!

You're ruining her!

Yes!

Yes, sir!

- Why?

Yeah!

Yes!

- Tina, I'm so sorry about what happened last night.

Someday you'll understand it's not for fun,

it's for survival.

My brothers just get a little carried away.

- I understand now.

- You do?

What a relief.

What are you doing?

- It's okay.

It's all right.

Oh, it's so soft.

Granny says it's time.

You're not like them, are you?

- But you've been through so much tonight

that I thought that... - It's okay.

Don't worry about me.

I'm all right.

Why are you here?

You don't belong with them.

- I am like them, Tina, I...

No, you're different from them, Brain.

- I wasn't born with a choice.

I thought you said you understood that.

You won't leave?

- I can't.

- You won't stop killing?

- I can't stop killing.

Come on, Shakes, stay close.

Come on out of there, you diseased-ridden mothers.

I don't know.

Look around, you guys.

Pay attention.

- Over here!

Over here, I'm over here!

- I think what they need is some peace of mind.

Not 'til I signal.

Looks like a ghost town here for ghosts.

- Show yourselves.

- Come on out here!

Come on out, you murderers!

Show yourselves!

- Come on out, you pussies.

- Hi.

What's the weather like up there, big fella?

Easy now, Granny.

- What?

- Oh yeah.

This one's for you, you big old bear.

Here, you'll enjoy this.

And this one is for you.

- It's bullshit.

Pig Pen.

You with me?

Useless hippy.

Salmon, let's go.

Big Joe, snap out of it.

These assholes killed Graine.

It's payback time.

Come on, you guys, this is about doing the right thing, man.

Let's do it for Graine!

You guys with me?

Come on, Big Joe, Pig Pen, Salmon!

Let's do it!

Come on, snap out of it.

You guys make me sick.

What am I, alone here?

I'll do this myself.

Fuck peace, give war a chance.

Look, cool off

and let's get it on. - Come on, baby,

take it easy now.

Just go slow.

- Oh no!

- Help!

Help me!

- Why, why?

Baby, baby!

Baby!

Baby!

- Man.

- Oh, Joe!

Get it off your head!

Joe!

Yeah, yeah!

- You fucker!

He had his whole life ahead of him.

- What, him?

Just another fossilized citizen,

too broken to do any good.

- He was a good man.

- You know what?

You're gonna pay.

- Foolish seniors.

As usual, nothing to show for your years.

Come on, show me some wisdom.

Something to pass on.

Educate me!

Come on, teach me!

Just as I thought.

Nothing.

You live in fear of a good laugh,

as not to launch your dental work.

You dread that diaper-destroying winter cough.

You're both just petrified pedestrians with bones so old

you can't even fertilize the earth properly.

- Shakes, be my man and kill him!

- Yeah!

- Wahoo!

- Kill him.

Come on.

I'll get him.

Aha, what now?

- No fear.

From sand it came, the blessed sphere is always near.

Remember when you were young?

Yes, sir!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

- You know, I think you're gonna be really happy here.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

- Aha!

Ugh.

Tina.

Try to do it tenderly next time, you trespassing tramp.

Look at you.

Stealing glances like some sick peep show

that's mysteriously reversed the dynamics

of the viewing glass.

Is she next, Tina?

Is this why you've come?

- What are you doing, Granny?

- What the, Brain!

Brain, you little shit!

- His name was Brian.

- Brain was a good boy.

- You wouldn't let him be good!

You need this, don't you?

- Unfortunately, yes, I do need this.

- Yes, that's unfortunate.

No!

Stupid girl.

Are you proud, I ask you.

Is she your trophy?

You create only to destroy.

So predictable in desires.

Control and manipulation.

You play with no conscience to a certain finale.

Constantly intellectually

disintegrating.

You are a pathetic manifestation of everything desperate,

using violence as a ridiculous speed bump

in the courtesies of daily social graces.

I am attraction.

Lust, courtship, conquest,

flirtation, penetration, conception.

I am progress.

I am inertia.

I am strength.

Behold, creation.

- Tina.

- Tina, you don't have to kill him.

- Sweetie pie, don't become what you hate.

- Yeah, sis, it's okay to forgive.

- Fuck it.

Please, you have to help me.

- Wait a minute, slow it down.

Slow it down.

- You gotta call for help, cause they're all dead.

- What?

Who's dead?

I've seen you before.

With your family.

- Yeah.

But they're all dead.

Please, you gotta call the cops

or State Troopers or something.

- Of course.

Of course.

- No!

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