Original subtitles

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

We're taking everything.

Food...

...guns...

...bullets.

Mm-hmm.

We're taking everything.

Food...

...guns...

...bullets.

Okay.

Food...

...guns...

...bullets.

The fuck you are.

- (GUNSHOT) - (GRUNTS)

What'd you say?

(GROANS)

Is it bad?

It's not good.

(GROANS LOUDLY)

See, no hospital.

- (ENGINE STALLS) - Son of a bitch, come on, motherfucker.

(WHISPERS) You gotta be kidding me, let's go.

There we go.

If I never saw the sun again, I don't think I'd mind.

You mad at me?

Huh?

Your hand feels better, don't it?

MAN: A little.

That really hurt.

Yeah, I never said it wouldn't.

(MUMBLES)

Here, drink up, here.

Drink this. Drink it.

- (GROANS) - I'll get it.

(CAN POPS OPEN)

(GULPING)

- Forgive me? - Yeah, I forgive you.

Rock 'n roll.

You day dreaming?

Miles?

No.

Then what the hell are you doing?

Just thinking about where we're going, that's all.

What's there to think about?

Just thinking if it's worth it, that's all.

Worth it?

I'm just saying.

Be very fucking careful about the next words out of your mouth.

Elaborate.

Elaborate?

Listen up, Miles...

...and open your goddamn ears.

Look around, what do you see?

It's a wasteland.

There are no more rules.

People do whatever they want.

It's complete chaos.

But without rules all a man has left is his pride.

And that was taken from both of us.

Maybe that man regrets what he did to our father.

But I can bet your ass he wasn't regretting shit...

...when he stuck that knife into his stomach and drove off.

Now I'm gonna make sure he never has a chance to regret again.

You wanna keep acting like a child and not take part?

I'll leave you in this desert right now.

With whatever the fuck's lurking out here.

Maybe that'll teach you to be a man.

Quit that shit!

(PANTING)

You wanna be serious?

You better readjust your fucking brain cells.

'Cause that shit you just said to me...

...put it to sleep, Miles.

Okay?

Come here.

You know what?

You're gonna be okay.

After all this is done...

...we're both gonna be okay.

All right?

I promise.

Where'd this chump find a working car?

Don't matter, I want it.

Wakey, wakey.

Now get out of the car... before I blow the fuck out of you.

(GRUNTING)

Nice car.

- Really nice car! - Just not your lucky day, dum dum.

Huh? What happened to your hand?

(GROANS)

- (PUNCHING) - (GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

All right.

Easy.

(COUGHS)

First, I'm gonna put a bullet in that stupid fucking face of yours.

Then we're gonna steal your car.

And then my friends and I are gonna be on our merry little way.

- That sound good to you, buddy? - (GROANS)

I think that's a yes, boys.

Hey, Leary. Let's take the car and go.

What?

He's good, he can't hurt us. Let's just take the car.

I'm sorry, did you have something to fucking say?

Nah.

Disco.

Open your mouth.

Open your fucking mouth, now.

- Hey, Leary. - Come on, you're making this harder...

- Hey, Leary! - What!

Look.

(EXHALES) What the fuck?

Hey! This one yours?

This little puppy!

(CHUCKLES)

Well, come over here and watch me put 'em to fucking sleep!

(GROANING)

Hey, man, be cool. Be cool.

No more.

What?

Please?

- Take your clothes off. - What?

Take your clothes off.

Take your fucking clothes off!

Get out of here.

Run!

You all right?

No, Dom. I ain't all right.

Miles...

...why didn't you call for me when they were attacking you?

Hmm? Why didn't you yell?

I don't know.

- (ENGINE REVVING) - (TIRES SKIDDING)

(CAR SHUTS OFF)

DOM: Let me see you.

Miles, you've gotta learn to take care of yourself.

This can't keep happening.

What if I'm not here one day? Huh?

Well, everything happens for a reason, I believe that.

Do you?

Yup.

It's time to get you to a hospital.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GUN COCKS)

Hey.

Dom?

What are you doing?

Hey, I'm talking to you. (SNAPPING FINGERS)

They killed them all.

Miles, stay in the goddamn car!

Who killed who?

And they're gonna kill you, too.

- MILES: Dom... - Shut up!

(ENGINE STARTS)

What was that about?

I don't know and I don't wanna know.

Dominic.

Dominic.

Look.

Looks...

...deserted...

Hey.

My brother's hurt, he needs a doctor.

There anyone here who can do that?

I asked you a question, man.

Hey.

I can give you some food.

We have plenty.

What do you say?

(AIR HISSING)

(GRUNTING)

Why'd you do that?

(GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

- Put your hands up so I can see them. - Son of a bitch!

- (CHOKING) - (GRUNTING)

You're gonna need a morgue if you don't put your hands up right now!

- Put your hands up! - (ECHOING) Goddamn it!

(GASPING)

Stand up.

Kick the gun to the side.

(GUN SLIDES)

Turn around.

Slow.

Who are you?

My brother needs a hospital.

He needs some help.

Help me get him out of the car.

Get him inside.

(GRUNTING AND GASPING)

- Here, put him here. - (GRUNTING)

Give me the bucket!

- What's his name? - Miles.

Miles. My name's Vijah.

Okay? I'm gonna help clean up your hand.

You have some debris. Okay, I'm gonna have to dig it out.

It's gonna hurt so don't scream.

(YELLING)

VIJAH: Can you keep your hand over his mouth!

(MUFFLED YELLING)

(MUFFLED YELLING CONTINUES)

VIJAH: Very good, Miles.

(MILES GRUNTING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

You don't look like brothers.

(SIGHS)

Am I supposed to say something to that?

Why are you being so difficult?

- I'm not. - I'm trying to help you guys.

I know.

You didn't see another car come through here, did you?

No.

I usually stay inside. Away from town.

Away from the sun.

But there's other people that live here, right?

Not anybody that you wanna know.

Then why do you stay?

What happened to him?

Having a car's like asking for trouble.

And, ya know, he's a little slow.

Slow?

Yeah.

His head.

You know.

Here.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Gonna find the guy who slashed our tires and we're gonna put the pedal to the metal...

...and get the fuck out of dodge.

- Is that right? - Yeah, it's a fact.

- You can't just wander around this town. - Oh, yeah? Why's that?

- 'Cause Doyle won't like it. - Who's that?

Just... please, just wait. Just wait, just wait let me...

Listen, doc, I don't need you telling me what to do.

I'm sorry, I can't do it!

Don't fucking try to stop me again, okay?

Thank you for my brother.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(LAUGHTER ECHOING)

GIRL: Hi.

Doyle won't be happy.

- Who? - (GIRL GIGGLING)

My name's Sasha. What's your name?

What do you want?

That's for me to know...

...and you to find out.

(GIGGLES)

- What are you doing? - Let's go for a drive.

No, I'm okay.

Can't we just sit?

Listen, Sasha?

Get out of my car.

Please?

- You wanna sit in the car? - Yeah.

Whoo!

(BELL TOLLING)

Having fun?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

(HORN HONKING)

Hide!

(HORN ECHOING)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

You touching my girl?

Mesmerizing face, isn't it?

Can stare at that all day.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

Get out here, baby.

(GRUNTING)

Where'd you get the working car, brother?

(GRUNTS)

Huh? Uh-oh.

You mind if I take it for a spin?

(SCREAMING)

(SPITS)

You touched my girl. Now we have to get violent.

It's too bad, really. You had such a pretty face.

Baby? Watch this fucker.

(MAKES GUN SOUND)

- Get in the kitchen. Come on. - What's going on? What's going on?

- Is it Dom? - No, it's fine!

- Is it Dom? - Miles...

What is it?

(GRUNTS)

You're the main event, boy.

(HOWLING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You trespassing.

- He's hurt, Latos. - Bitch, was I fucking speaking to you?

MILES: He's my...

He's my...

He's my... he's my...

I wanna hear you say it.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

He's my brother.

Brothers?

Now ain't that a kick.

Doyle...

...wouldn't be too happy...

...you hiding a couple drifters, now, would he?

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

Now...

...we have an audience.

Tie 'em down!

I said, tie 'em down.

Tie 'em down!

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPS)

Watch.

I want you to watch.

(MILES WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTING)

You keep that fucking face right there.

Watch it. Watch it. Watch it.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

You fucking watch!

Don't fucking make me...

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

You're gonna watch this! You're gonna watch this!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SOBBING)

(SCREAMING)

(METAL CLANGING)

(JINGLE PLAYS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I love this music.

It's very relaxing.

It helps me sleep at night.

How are you feeling?

(GAGGING)

Are you enjoying your stay in Demyl?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Vijah?

Get us a couple waters, please.

Vijah, I already asked you once with my mouth.

Now.

Chop chop.

Yeah.

She is a good one.

I bet you would love to fuck that right in half.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't be speaking like that.

Disgusting behavior, I know.

I have a potty mouth. I really do.

My parents always told me...

...when I was a little boy to keep my mouth shut.

They told me if I didn't watch my language...

...they would put some soap in my mouth...

...and wash all those curse words away.

Well.

One time they actually did.

My mother dragged me into the bathroom...

...and made me eat a half a bar of soap.

I threw up so much that night, I started to throw up blood.

Must've had some sort of chemical reaction from the soap.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(MOANS)

But did my parents take me to the hospital?

No.

It was too much of an inconvenience for them...

...to take care of their sick, first born son.

So...

...later that night when I was feeling a little better...

...and my parents had gone to sleep...

...I decided to go into the kitchen...

...and grab the biggest fucking carving knife I could possibly find...

...then, tip toe into their bedroom...

...and turn them into puzzle pieces.

My point is, Miles...

...you fuck with me, and I'll not only return the favor...

...I'll disembowel the next generation of your family.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Now...

...why did you two come into my town...

...and start fucking up my system?

We had a nice living situation going on here until you and your fuck hole brother...

...came in rolling around, acting like tough guys.

Hmm?

Hmm.

(SCREAMING)

(NECK CRACKING)

(GROANS)

I don't like to ask the same question twice.

Now...

...why did you two come into Demyl?

Fuck...

...you.

(CARTOON MUSIC PLAYING)

Vijah...

...you're being very quiet over there.

Yeah, you're being so fucking weird! Why don't you speak, bitch?

You speak too much.

What the fuck you say to me, you little chapped cunt? Huh?

What the fuck you say to me, you little bitch?

I'll shove your little fucking face in the ground! You better watch it!

You better watch it or I'll kill your ass! (GRUNTS)

I'll kill your fucking ass!

Fucking ugly ass, cunt! You bitch! (GRUNTS)

Watch that mouth of yours, V. Or I'll cut it right the fuck off.

Sit the fuck down!

DOYLE: Vijah?

Where are you going?

Yeah. You too good for us now, huh?

Show's not even over yet. Show's not even over yet, bitch!

You better not be going to see that piece of shit.

- I'm gonna go to my room. Is that okay? - No!

It's not okay! Sit back down and finish the show!

I wasn't talking to you.

Doyle?

(SASHA SCREAMS)

Bitch!

(PANTING)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(PANTING)

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

You look like shit, boy.

Not gonna speak, huh?

I guess your brother won't be either.

You look like you wanna kick my ass.

Look. Your brother?

He was useless garbage we had to get rid of.

The world doesn't need any more men like him.

We got enough fuckers running around like they're John Wayne.

The eyes don't lie, boy.

(LAUGHS)

Give me some more! Give me some more, right here, huh?

Give me some more right here, boy!

You're gonna be meeting the whole family soon...

...and then your balls will rise right back up in your ass where they belong, boy.

So don't be getting too full now.

The main course has yet to come.

Oh...

...by the way...

...you got your brother all over your face.

(CHUCKLING)

(SCREAMING)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You seem to be taking a liking to this young man.

Is that true?

He's not like you people.

Us people?

We took you in, Vijah.

You'd be an ink spot on a fucking windshield if it wasn't for us.

You took me in?

That's one way to put it.

Well, your parents weren't doing you any good...

...from what I could see.

This is your home as much as it is ours.

And I want you to respect that.

I've got something for you.

Here.

I want you to put it on.

Please.

I want to see it on you.

Can you turn around, please?

DOYLE: No.

I want you to wear this to the dinner.

Vijah...

...you're a very beautiful woman.

And I can tell that you see something in this man, Miles.

But...

...I gave him a choice.

I did.

And he didn't choose you.

That's why...

...what I'm about to do is only necessary.

It's the only way you'll be able to learn.

I'm not trying to hurt you.

But right now...

...right this moment...

...I'm going to have to hurt you.

(FLESH RIPPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

(RIPPING)

Ah, just in time!

Miles, it's so nice of you to join us.

Dig in.

Looks like he's too good for our food.

You better eat that food, you know.

Kane's been busting his hump to cook it for us.

Be a shame to let it go to waste.

Eat it.

Maybe he's a vegetarian.

Miles, I understand that our methods are a bit off putting to you, at the moment.

I understand that.

But believe me when I tell you this...

What?

You think of us as insane people?

Hm, not true.

We just see life differently.

It's very simple.

That's all.

I'd like to make a toast.

To new comers...

...new flesh.

I'm sorry that it didn't work out the way I wished, Miles.

You had to be so stubborn.

When you could've just became one of us.

But don't you worry. The main event has yet to come.

(CHUCKLES)

To Miles, everyone.

Hmm?

- To Miles. - To Miles.

(SIPPING)

Miles! Miles! Miles!

ALL: (CHANTING) Miles! Miles! Miles! Miles!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

To Miles!

(GRUNTS)

(SASHA CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

(MILES GROANING)

- (GRUNTING) - (GUNSHOT)

(PANTING)

(CLAPPING)

Good.

Very good.

(GASPS)

Jesus! What the fuck happened?

We were just having a nice meal and you guys go ahead...

...and get up and start killing each other.

None of this had to happen, Miles.

None of this had to happen if you would've just joined us.

Like a good ol' boy.

I loved you. You know that?

And you go ahead and you do this.

For what?

For what?

(DOYLE GASPS)

(GUN DROPS)