Billy?|Get number three up now.
And don't come in to eat|before you do.
And check the other two!
Make sure they're wired up good!
I don't want 'em blowing over|again at the first big wind.
Lot of good they're doing.
Billy, you been messing|with the post-puncher?
No!
I told you what would happen...
if you screw around|with this thing.
I said I didn't!
"l don't want 'em|blowin' down again."
Big wind, my ass.
You're the only big wind|out here.
Jacky!
You been messing with the damn|post-puncher again, huh?
No.
Billy, you little asshole!
Why don't you rat yourself out|for a change?
-What did I do?|-You little butt sniff!
I ought to come out there|and kick your ass!
You wish!
Yeah, go on, Mac. Go bite him|in the ass for me, Mackie boy.
God, would you shut up?
Jacky!
Jacky!
Jacky!
Jacky!
-What?|-I don't know.
What?
Help!
Billy!
Help! Help!
Where are you? Billy!
Daddy!
Billy!
Let go! Help me, dad!
-Billy!|-Help! Help! Help!
-Billy!|-Help! Dad! Help me!
Billy!
Stop it! Let go!
-Billy!|-Daddy!
Billy!
Help!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
-Go!|-Louder!
-Go!|-Louder!
Go Bantams! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks!
We are Bannon's fighting cocks!
Fighting Bantams,|tough as nails!
Bow down now or kiss our tails!
Out for blood,|we're lean and mean!
Bannon County's death machine!
Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, power and might!
Bannon Bantams,|fight, fight, fight!
Incoming!
Bannon Bantams, we're the word!
You don't mess|with a mighty bird!
Down the court|we'll clean your clock!
Better not mess|with the fighting cock!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Bannon Bantams, wings of steel!
Bannon Bantams,|kill, kill, kill!
Who was that? Don't even ask!
Big bad Bantams kick your ass!
Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!
Go Bantams!
Go!
Go Bantams!
We are the champs!|We are the champs!
Tough as nails, hard as rocks!|We are Bannon's fighting cocks!
How long can they keep this up?
Forever. They have a fight song|with the word "cock" in it.
Why aren't you sitting|with your honey?
Bannon County's death machine!
Someone should tell him he just|won the state championship.
I have a feeling|he didn't get to play enough.
Well, shouldn't you be|sitting with him?
After a game, he says|he needs to be with the guys.
You'd kill|his post-game bus high.
Basically. If they lose,|it's a totally different thing.
Can't pry him off me.
Shit.
OK, everybody sit down.|Sit tight.
Son of a bitch!
What in the hell|would you call that?
I don't know,|but whatever it is...
it's sharp as a son of a bitch.
What in the hell|are we looking at?
Sharp enough to flatten a tire,|whatever it is.
You know how thick|that rubber is?
Have to be shot into it|like a bullet.
Jesus Christ! The damn thing|has got teeth in it!
They can't just whip the jack|out and pump this mother up?
The driver can't change a flat|on a bus.
-They need a mechanic.|-So?
So, do you see|any mechanics around here?
You sucked so bad today,|Deaundre...
they're probably saying|you gotta change the flat.
...where she'll|give us the latest update...
-lzzy!|-on a continuing story...
we call|"The Horror in Poho County."
Hey, Poho update!
Well, Peter,|the fire which gutted...
an old church south|of Pertwilla four days ago...
continues to offer up|a gruesome bounty.
County sheriffs|excavating the charred ruins...
say the body count is now up|well past three hundred.
County coroners|say the bodies were found...
stitched to each other...
covering the basement's|walls and ceiling.
One on-the-scene witness|called it...
"a human tapestry|of torture and sadism"...
and "a sight|he will never forget."
Sheila,|the details keep getting...
stranger and stranger|every day this week, it seems.
Any new information?
Some of the corpses|they have found...
had false teeth|made out of wood.
That means some of the bodies|they're finding down there...
are over two hundred years old.
But, Peter, it's|the condition of the cadavers...
that's|the strangest fact of all.
The county coroner's office|reported yesterday...
that they have yet to find|any one complete body.
-Believe that, man?|-No, they're making it up.
...missing an external limb|or an internal organ.
What connection this has--
This is 226, out on east 9.
We are down and disabled.|Home base, do you read me?
You get a good look|at the points on this thing?
It's either ivory|or some kind of bone.
Throw that damn thing away|before you need a tetanus shot.
This is Betty Gorman out on 226.
We are down and disabled|out on east 9.
Pop!
Pop, it dropped something!
Pop?
It was out in the corn, papa.
Here, look at it.
We are out on east 9. We are|down and disabled. Come back.
-What about Kimball, man?|-Say again.
This is 226. Anyone read me?
We are down and disabled|out on east 9. Come back.
We gotta be in some kind of|sun spot or something.
There's no signal getting out.
It's going to be dark|in about an hour.
Well, we still got five tires|on the ground which means...
we can probably limp home|if we keep the going slow.
Say again, this is 226.|Anyone read me?
All of you at the same time?
Lady cheerleaders!
That's not smoke I smell,|is it?
Minxie...
there's not a girl|in the world these days...
stupid enough|to kill themselves...
by sucking on cancer sticks,|am I right?
Back on the bus, ladies.
You saw me, right?
Run that fast break? Huh?|You see that?
-Yeah, I saw it.|-Anybody gonna read about it?
Why do you give ol' Dante|back there so much ink, huh?
I'm serious.
People are starting to think|that you're sweet on him.
Really? I heard that was you.
Hey, it's OK if you are, man.
I mean,|live and let love, right?
Why don't you piss|on somebody else's shoes, Jake?
Shouldn't you be|folding towels somewhere...
or sniffing jockstraps?
You think you can manage|the team, super genius?
Was I even talking to you,|jockstrap boy?
Hey, eat shit, Jake! God!
So this is all because, what,|I don't write enough about you?
You know what the story is|on your scars there, right?
No, tell me.
Got into a fight|when you snuck into a bar.
So?
A gay bar, bro.
You do know what they call you,|don't you, lzzy?
That's my name.
"Or isn't he?"
Hey, let's not make this...
a social event out there,|everybody.
Back on the bus, gentlemen.|We're moving!
Big K,|does that come in a man size?
That means you, too, Kimball!|Let's go!
Smooth move, Big K! Nice, man!
Tippi Hedren, man!
Kimball!|Stop clowning around...
and get your ass|back on the bus!
Off the top, gentlemen.
Assholes and elbows. Let's go.
Damn!
You know,|you could talk about it.
It might help a little bit.
What did I play today,|twelve minutes?
Well, it was|a great twelve minutes.
Hanna's got it in for me--
him and his little|token white boy Barnes.
I don't know...
maybe I got the wrong skin color|to get equal play on this team.
I know you don't mean that.
Maybe they just wanted|to make sure...
everyone got a chance to play|in the championship.
Everyone's not the reason why|we made it to the championship.
Half the losers on this bus|had nothing to do with...
us making it to state--I did.
What the fuck|are you looking at?
Oh, Jesus Christ!
Aw, don'ttell me.
-We blew the other one.|-How?
Back down, everybody. Sit tight.
Shit. We better|break out the flares...
and get these kids off the bus.
Hey, hey, hey!
You want to sit in here|and hope somebody doesn't...
come along, plowing into us|doing ninety, huh?
All right, Duane...
you clear the bus,|I'll set the flares.
What is that, a flare gun?
You plan on being lost at sea|in this thing?
You making fun of my lockbox?
'Cause everything|in this thing...
has saved my sweet ass|at least once.
Oh, I don't believe it.
All right, bring your coats|and stay in a group.
This is Betty Borman,|out on 226.
We're broke down on east 9...
middle of Kissel County.|Anyone read me?
Want me to help you push it|off the road before I go?
I don't think we can move it.|It's on a bare rim in the back.
If you'd let the highway patrol|know, we'd appreciate it.
Sure.
Come on, guys.
Come on, let's go. Off the road.
Come on, guys.
Everyone on the shoulder.|Everyone stays in a group.
Over by the side of the fence.
Scott, come on!
Everyone stays back|and off the road! Now!
Stuck in the side|of the tire again.
Oh, God. Don't tell me...
that's a belly button|in the middle of that thing.
Minxie, stay off the road.
Everybody, off the road!
Get everyone back on the bus.
-You just said they shouldn't--|-I know what I just said...
but there's something going on|out here, and I don't like it.
I think if we just st--
Coach?
What the f...
Where the hell's the coach?
Charlie?
Charlie!
Get everyone back inside|and close the doors.
OK, champions,|getting back on the Betty Boop.
Bucky, get on the two-way,|see if you can raise anyone.
-I'm talking to you, Scotty!|-What happened to the coach?
Get everyone back onboard|and close those doors.
Do it, Scotty.
All right, you heard him.
Assholes and elbows.|Everybody back on the bus.
Charlie?
Charlie?
Hurry up!|On the bus! Now, now, now!
I repeat, bus number 226...
Charlie!
We have an emergency situation|out here.
Does anybody read me?
This is bus number 226.|We are broke down on east 9.
Jake...
What happened?
-What did you see?|-What did you see?
Come on!|Did you see something or not?
She flew away.
What the fuck|is that supposed to mean?
-What I just said!|-People don't fly away!
Sit down, Scott!
What the hell's going on|out there?
I said sit the fuck down|and shut up, god damn it! Now!
You, too, Jake. Everybody.
Go sit down, Scott.
-You got a problem with me?|-No. You got one with me?
-Do I what?|-You heard me.
We don't have time for bullshit,|Scotty. Go sit down!
Oh, God!
What the hell?
Scotty!
What the fuck?
Get the fucking doors!|Get the fucking doors!
Get the fucking doors!
What was it?
Scotty, what the fuck was it?
-Scotty, come on!|-Scotty, we just want to know.
I don't know what it was,|all right?
It had wings--
big fucking wings.
Central, this is unit 17.
We did a drive-by|in the general area.
Also found no evidence|of forced entry. Over.
for a little coffee and pie.|Copy that, central?
This is central.|Copy that, 0-3-6.
All units,|anybody else getting...
some weird stuff|out Kissel County way?
I just got two calls,|ten miles apart...
both reporting abductions.
All units,|be informed this should be...
strictly 10-36 information.
Someone burning a marijuana|field out there tonight?
'Cause these two stories|are way, way out.
Roger that, 3-6. Come back.
Jacky! Kissel County!
If you ask me,|this is Poho related.
Repeat--Poho related.
You all know|what I'm talking about.
This is Andy Buck.|Can anybody hear me?
Nobody's phone works.|Nobody's fucking phone works.
We are stuck|in a broken-down school bus...
out on east 9,|and we are in serious trouble.
Do you read me?
Fuck! Come on!|Is anybody even out there?
This is Andy Buck!
We're stuck in a broken-down|school bus out on east 9!
Javelins?
We've got spears on this bus?
Sticks.
You want to wait around...
so you can poke at that thing|with sticks?
That thing|shows up here again...
I'd rather have a sharp stick|in my hand than nothing at all.
Hey, guys! Betty's flare gun.
Abunch offlaresforit,too!
Who says we wait around?|I'm serious.
Scotty, you're not talking|about getting off this bus.
You see that?
That means|that there's a farm...
down at the end of this road|somewhere...
and that's as far as|anybody'd have to get to.
With that thing out there?
Scotty,|with that thing out there?
Scotty!
That thing hasn't been|back here in almost an hour.
That doesn't mean it's not|still up there somewhere.
And that doesn't mean|that it is.
Hey, this isn't about|who can run the fastest, OK?
-Or being a pussy.|-What is your problem?
-You tell me, lzzy or isn't he?|-Check yourselves, both of you!
Do I make you nervous?
Thinking you're going|to come onto me...
and every other swinging dick|on this bus makes me nervous.
Yeah, it makes you|fucking stupid, too!
Scotty, stop it!
Stop it!
Scotty, come on.
You get that hand off of me...
or we're gonna have one more|missing person out here.
There's nothing about|any of us on this bus...
that's more important|than sticking together.
It's the only way|we're going to get through this.
You want to play|cock of the walk now, huh?
Now's not the time|for this shit, Scotty.
-Big K, sit.|-I'm serious.
You want to play|cock of the walk, bro?
Why do I think you want|to call me something else?
You want to call me|something else, Scotty?
'Cause I don't think you get...
I can see you thinking it|whether you say it or not.
Just stop it right now.|Both of you, stop it!
You guys all worked together|today to win a ball game.
Now that something|really serious happens...
you can't even be civil|to each other?
You tell him, not me.
Whatever your trip is,|we ain't got time for this shit.
We should all be|looking for ways...
we can defend ourselves|until help gets here.
We have got to move|this piece of shit!
On what, the rim?
Can you drive this thing or not?
We wouldn't get two feet, man!|What do you want me to do?
What the hell does it want?
What the fuck?|Is it looking at me?
Whatever it is,|it's a smell freak, man.
Get that light off him.
Hey, don't shoot|that thing in here, man!
He's right. It'll fill this|place up like a smokebomb.
Holy shit!
Did that just come off the door?
Bucky, get on those front doors|and get ready to open them.
What, you think|we're gonna run outside?
If he fucking comes inside.
Oh, shit!
Oh, my God!
Minxie?
Minxie?
Is she OK?
Minxie. Minxie.
Minxie?
Minxie?
He eats everything.
-He knows no mercy.|-No one is safe.
Every 23rd spring,|for 23 days, it gets to eat.
Eat what?
Eat what?
Eat us.
Minx?
Are you OK?
Look at me.
I thought you were gone, girl.|You passed out. Look at me.
Are you OK?
Your eyes went all the way|in the back of your head.
I think he's gone, man.|I'm willing to bet money on it.
You willing to bet|stepping off this bus?
Because that's the real bet.
How long's it been?
It's gone. It came,|it did its thing, it went away.
It went away,|but what the hell was it doing?
What do you think it was doing?
It was picking people out.
What?
It can smell something|in people, in their fear--
something that helps it|pick people out.
Pick people out for what?
I don't understand how|you would know that, sweetie.
A dead boy told me.
I think|he was trying to warn me.
He was trying to warn|all of us...
that this thing has been around|for thousands of years...
and that nothing|has been able to kill it.
This is a dream you had?
Well, the boy was dead,|so, yes...
I am assuming|that it was a dream, Scotty.
You were waving pom-poms|at people this morning.
Now all of a sudden|you're a psychic hotline?
I don't know!
You want to explain it to me?|Because I can't.
The boy was trying to warn us...
that by morning it has|to go back into the earth.
Oh, come on.
Into the ground|for twenty-three more years.
And then what?|Lives happily ever after? Huh?
Why don't you clean out|your bong, all right?
Scotty, just listen to her.
It is coming back.
This is a dream she had, Rhonda.|Are you going to believe it?
And it doesn't matter|if we're hiding on this bus...
or if we're hiding|under our beds.
It'll find us--
the ones that it picked out.
Minx, take it easy, OK?
The boy told me that...
it can smell in our fear|who it wants...
and what from them...
it wants to eat.
Hello. Is anyone out there?
Hello. We have|a serious problem out here.
We need help right away.|Can anybody hear me?
Is anybody out there, please?
We have a--|This is Andy Buck.
We have a serious situation|out here.
Is anybody out there?
Does anybody hear me?
Dad!
Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?
-226, are you still there?|-I'm so fucking still here.
OK, OK. Just say again|what you just told me.
We're not playing games here,|right?
Just say it, man.
We are trapped in a broken-down|school bus out on east 9...
and something|is going to kill us...
if we don't get help|out here right away.
Where on 9 east?
In Kissel County.|Are you the cops?
What's trying to kill you?|What are you talking about?
Just tell me,|are you the fucking cops?
Look, now listen to me.|I'm already on the 9...
but it's a big highway|and so is Kissel County.
Are there any landmarks|near you?
Are you close to anything?
Yeah, I'm close to peeing|in my fucking pants, man.
Can you just please tell me|that you're on the way?
I can't really judge|the strength of your signal...
but it doesn't sound close.
What does that mean, man?
It means it's going to take me|a while to get to you.
Look, we kind of have|a time-critical situation here.
Roger that.
And please tell me that|you're coming with backup...
because|if you're not the cops...
you got to promise me|that you'll call them...
and you'll tell them|that we're stuck out here.
I'll call them.|I'll call them right now...
but what you've got to do|is hang on.
Can you do that? Hang on.
Keep headed east.
Dad?
Just get us out there.
Do it.
Yes!
It's fucking happening, man!|It's fucking happening!
We're being fucking rescued!
Help me! Get this thing off me!
Help! Help! Get this thing off!
Help me! Get this thing off me!
Look out!
Half its fuckin' head's gone.
Fuck.
-You gotta be...|-Fucking kiddin' me.
Get that door open.|Now's our chance.
It's dead, right?
Don't know. Don't care.
It won't open!
Stop pushin' on 'em!|They open in!
Something got screwed up!
The door opens.
Maybe it only opens|from the outside.
It's an emergency exit, idiot.
Then you fuckin' open it, man!
Get that door open.
How can both fuckin' exits|not fuckin' work?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He jammed it.
We thought|it was trying to come in...
but this frickin' thing|was making sure...
we couldn't get out.
Break the fuckin' doors!
Holy shit, man.
Hey, we can|pry this thing open.
Give me a pole or a bar or|something metal--something big.
Yeah, yeah. That'll work.
Come on, D.|You need to get to this side.
Come on, everybody. Come on.
This thing's like|a fuckin' shower curtain, man.
It's crazy.
Oh, man,|show like you got a pair.
Man, fuck you.
Come on.
Everybody, let's go.
Shower curtain?
This thing's like|a fucking piece of toilet paper.
What's it doing, Minx?
What's it doing, Minx?
What's it doing up there?
It just tore its head off.
It's time to go.
What are you talking about,|man? Help is coming.
The 9 is big. Remember?
What if he's an hour away?
What's if he's going|in the wrong direction?
There are fucking cops|on the way, man.
And you want the rest of us...
to sit underneath|that big hole in the roof...
and hope that thing|doesn't come crashing in here?
What do you mean,|the rest of us?
I mean...
it's time to stop being polite.
There are two classes|of people on this bus now.
It had its pick|of twenty of us back there...
and it picked who?
Dante was one.
Another one was you, Jake.
Oh, god damn it, Scott.|Don't--
And we all saw him|go for you, Bucky.
What the hell|is that supposed to mean, huh?
Two classes of people?
What, the "will be eaten"|and the "won't be eaten"?
Fuck you, Scotty.
Minxie says this thing...
gets anybody it picks out,|no matter what.
Don't put me in this.
She also said|that after tonight...
it goes away,|and for a long time, Scott.
You tell us, Minxie.
Are we safe if we can hide out|till morning...
or is this thing|gonna come after these guys...
with everything it's got|'cause it only has till morning?
Huh?
We're screwed, right?
Yeah.
Scotty, you're not talkin'...
about throwing people|off this bus?
It's funny|you should say that, D...
'cause the only other one...
we know it picked out|for sure was you.
Whoa! Hold on a second!
We all saw the way|it sniffed you out back there.
You were the only one|it gave tongue action, man...
-and we all saw it.|-Scotty!
I don't understand|what you're trying to do.
I'm trying to stay alive.
You're trying to split us up!
We have just dropped a notch|on the fucking food chain, man.
This is about|living or dying now, OK?
And if this bus|is the only thing...
keeping that fucker|away for us...
how safe are we, you guys...
with everybody it's hungry for|sittin' inside it?
I want to see hands.
I want to see hands...
'cause as shitty a deal|as it is...
I gotta say I'd like you, Bucky,|and Jake off this bus, man.
You listen to me,|you piece of shit!
He looked at you, too, bro.
I saw him, and you did, too.
He looked right at you|and smiled.
And when you made Jake|take the lights off it...
he could've looked at you twice|and licked his fucking lips...
but we don't know that.
So you keep|your little blacklist.
'Cause when he takes you out--|and I hope he does--
I'm gonna be the one|gettin' as far away...
from your sorry ass as I can.
"Time to go" is right.
-I'm gonna go find that farm.|-Then I'm going with you.
You know I'm coming.
You want to keep this bus?
Then you sit in it.
Right under that big hole.
See how long you last.
Look, I'm sorry, D.
You are so right about that.
Come on, guys.
Come on, help is on the way.
Why are we splitting up?
He said he was coming.
We're gonna leave,|and he's gonna pull up.
That bus is a deathtrap, Bucky.|Use your head.
You're really gonna|let them go alone?
What, do you want|to go with them?
We don't know who it picked out.
Jesus Christ,|it looked at everyone.
Scotty, let go of me.
-Let go of you?|-Let go of me!
Fuck.
Rho...
tell me you're really|walking away from me.
You used me. You used all of us!
All you care about is yourself.
Rho...
You want to know, Scotty,|what I found out today?
When people get really scared...
it's just like|when they get drunk.
The real person|comes to the surface.
We could've protected|D and Jake and all of us...
if we'd stuck together!
You know, like in a team.
Hey. Hey!
Jonny!
-Open the door!|-Open the door!
Open the door!
You little cocksucker!|I will fucking fry you!
You open these goddamn doors!|You open them right now!
Jonny, open the fucking doors,|man! Open the--
Open the--|This is my bus, too, man!
Run!
Run! He's right behind you, D!
Run! Run!
Get back! Get off! Break off!
Oh, God!
-Shit!|-Hold on, hold on!
Hold still!
Stop moving! Stop!
Come on, Scotty!
You're hurting him!|You're hurting him!
Get me--
-Hold still! Pull it out!|-Hold on!
Stop it! Keep back! Stop moving!
It's in there like it's welded!
Pull that out!|You're hurting him!
Stop it, Scotty!
-Hold still!|-Stop it, Scotty!
Izzy, hold him! Hold him!
Scotty, hold still!
Scotty, hold still!
Get it!
Please fuckin' hurry!
Oh, God!
Oh, shit! Please hurry!
Oh, God! Please hurry!
Oh, D, I'm sorry, man!|I'm so sorry!
Please fuckin' help!
Scotty! Scotty!
Scotty! Scotty!
Scotty! Scotty!
Damn it! Scotty! Scotty!
What is it, boy? What is it?
Papa!
Go. Go!
Where did you come from?
From that bus?
How far up ahead?
Huh?
Come on, answer me.
It doesn't matter.
There's no one on the bus,|and you can't kill it.
Jacky, get the dog inside.
Look, you can't stop it!
You get in the cabin|with Jack Jr.
You stay down till this is over.
This'll never be over!
It doesn't matter what you do.
It'll be back...
twenty-three years from now...
and twenty-three years|from then.
Get us to that bus.
Jonny?
Jonny?
What was that?
Jonny?
Bucky!
What are you doin' here?
What are you doin' here?
You let her in, huh, Jonny?
Have you seen anybody else?
What are you doing?
That thing is after you, Bucky.
Hey, there's no farm|out there, man.
I must--I must've run ten miles|all over this fuckin' valley.
Bucky...
come on, just please go away.
Don't make me|go back out there again, man.
It's fuckin' freaky|out there, man. Please.
Get around the bus!
Jacky!
Get us around this bus now!
Now! Get around the bus!
Jacky, get out!|Get out of there now!
Jacky!
You all right?
Jacky, answer me!
Jacky, answer me!
Are you OK?
I think so.
Jacky, get us away|from the bus!
Come on, let's go!|Get us away from the bus!
Come on, Jacky, go on!|Get us away!
Move it!
Dad?
-Dad?|-Yeah!
Dad!
All you kids, get down!
Jacky!
Jacky!
You gotta get us|away from the bus now!
Come on!
Dad!
Dad, get out of there.
The spool's jammed|in the cradle!
Dad, just get out!
The cradle's welded|to the truck's frame.
Get out, dad!
He'll rip my gun|right out of the truck!
Dad, just get the fuck|out of there!
Dad, dad...
are you OK?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad!
You're not going|to believe this...
but I think|I found a way out of here.
What?
Minxie said it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter|what Minxie said.
Right?
The others might've gotten away.
We don't know that.
Kimball, too.
Hey, nobody gets to decide|we die.
No dream, nobody--|nobody gets to decide that!
That is bullshit!
I hope so.
Come on, I want to go show you|a big ugly bug.
That's the truck|that passed us this morning--
you remember,|with the big bug on top of it?
You think we can just|drive away in it?
No, but I think I know|how to hot-wire a truck.
That's how I got|in my bar fight.
I was trying to steal|somebody's truck.
A gay bar?
Jesus Christ.
Wherever he was going,|I don't think he made it.
Oh, my God.|The keys are in it.
Come on, man,|the keys are in it.
It's not birds.
-Come on.|-Fuck!
Shit!
D!
Go! Go, go!
Go, go, go! Go, go!
Go, man, go!
I'm a sitting duck|back here, lzzy! Step on it!
I've got it floored!
Go! Come on, go!
-Go faster! Make it go faster!|-I can't!
Go, go!
Go, man! Go, go!
Izzy, go!
Go! Izzy!|Move this piece of shit!
Come on! Come on! Move it!
Izzy! Go, go!
Izzy, do something!
Izzy!
Get down!
Izzy!
Come on! Come on!
Izzy!
Izzy, fucking do something!
-Get out!|-What?
Come on! Come on! Come on!
-Get out!|-Are you fucking crazy?
Izzy! Izzy!
-Come on! Izzy!|-Stay down!
Stay down!
It isn't dead.
Its time ran out.
It looks dead to me.
You Taggart?
That's right.
Can we see it?
Can you read?
This something real?
Because I heard|it was a bunch of bullshit.
It's still five bucks.
Where'd it come from?
My dad killed it.
Yeah, but where'd it come from?
It's five bucks from you, too.
How'd he kill it?
Ask him.
Come on, man.
We ought to go get|our money back.
What the hell is it?
What do you think it is?
We don't touch it.
What's the story on this thing?
Whatever you've heard, probably.
You expect us to think|that that thing's real?
Don't really care.
How'd you kill it?
Stabbed it|right through the heart...
with a big homemade harpoon.
When?
About twenty-three years ago.
You waiting for something?
About three more days...
give or take a day or two.