The cause of this?
A bone-white car?
Can you... My son.
Do you see him?
It ain't the night alone
what's dark...
It's the world over.
It ain't the night alone
what's dark...
It's the world over.
You already call 9-1-1?
Come on, Forrest!
Give 'em that
super-truck punch!
Break down that rumble.
502 big block
or something like that.
Look it.
Hoosier drag slicks.
Could be a sleeper.
Sure it's worth a pink slip
to find out?
Another town, maybe.
Another mark.
A lot of "if's" when I got one
in the chute already.
You want me hanging
with the pinks, right?
Better not have a nose full
of nitrous is all I'm sayin'.
He's purely street-legal.
I can vouch for that.
We good now?
Sorry.
Done like dinner, Slick.
It's one flat move to another.
Hey, I could have gone
with one of them.
You know that ain't
what I meant.
You should save
your leg strength,
find a place to bed down.
Looks vacant enough.
It's shelter at least.
Assumin' their ain't no dogs.
You miss it?
The circuit?
That's what you call it, right?
I miss the feel of it.
Look at those stars.
That's what it looks like
nights when I'm goin' at speed.
No road, no horizon.
Just me up against the big
end of the sky.
Just so as you don't launch
yourself into space
from over your own wheels.
Never did like any of those
space shows.
I like my stories
true-to-life.
Dear diary,
the driftin' life teaches you
that no matter your troubles,
there's always somebody
worse off.
Take my travelin' partner:
A natural-born racer
without a ride.
Lost it yesterday
in a grudge match.
He acts steady,
but I know different.
I can tell about people.
Don't know if I'm to blame
for his broken-down luck.
For his sake, though,
I should disappear
down the road.
You writin' about us?
'Bout me, you mean?
You're just incidental.
What are you writin' about...
incidentally?
Where do you figure on goin'?
I don't know.
There's a drag strip...
outside of Boise.
Figurin' on hirin' myself out.
You don't think of nothin'
else, do you?
Everybody's gotta stay true
to their risk.
This is mine.
You got any money
of your own?
Some. Why?
Was wonderin' if...
between the two of us
we got enough to eat for real.
Yeah... probably shouldn't
have had all those marshmallows.
If I remember right...
Comin' in there's a grocery
or cafe not too far up the road.
East to west and back again.
You never know
what you're gonna get,
some of those places.
There's a cafe in Montana,
a couple weeks back...
Let's just say
it wasn't in apple pie order.
The waitress actually had
to run home
to get the ice cream
for my chocolate shake.
One summer...
we went up country to visit
Grandma Hankins,
Our squirrel dog had had like
four pups the day before,
so we took 'em with.
'Course that day was hotter
than a Methodist hell.
Spent the whole time
in the box-seat
rubbin' those pups with ice
just to keep their yippin' down.
They were cute and all,
but I must have smelled like
a wet dog for a week.
Where was this exactly?
Think you're bein' sly?
I told you I ain't gonna make
this personal.
See?
We're edgin' up on civilization.
I sore miss that ride.
You got a pin in that leg?
Pins, staples...
Elmer's, chewin' gum.
Got smashed up so bad
I got bone-chips
the size of baby's teeth.
Lordy...
What a god damn mess
of lives.
What are you doin'?
Miss, are you hurt?
Cursing and crying out...
Can you walk?
Let's get her to the couch.
Let her lie down
and get over the shock.
Cursing and crying out,
our nighted fears made
real...
bound to fall...
Shadow puppets that never
quicken into true flesh...
Wait! Look.
Gunshot.
We need to get her flat.
Miss?
Miss?
Miss?
What the blue hell?
Away from the body, chamo.
You okay?
You know what in the
blue hell's goin' on here?
There's a full howl of
madness over these hills.
As you see,
it is a catching madness.
It has many names:
The Pale Horse,
The Devil-Fetch Car,
Leviathan...
I call it...
La Muerta Blanca.
It brings nightmares,
chaos and carnage.
What you would call
the supernatural.
Yeah, what would you call it?
The world as it is.
This could've been me.
I got black luck that way.
It is the mark
of La Muerta Blanca.
What're you fixin' to do
with that?
Mad science.
You're still talkin' 'bout a
car? That's what I heard you say.
When he passes...
some hallucinate,
others change.
Think of it as a horseman
of the apocalypse...
Detroit-made.
You saw what happened...
La Muerta Blanca...
is always the color of bone.
Tinted windows.
Phantom fast.
All the strange in life
rustles in its wind.
If you see it,
or anything like it...
well... I offer
a generous bounty.
Fair warning...
Do not hope to outrun it,
chamos.
No one is faster than fate.
He is crazy enough to eat
the devil with horns on.
Let's make the 9-1-1 and get.
Excuse me, Mr. El Bi-ter?
El Buitre.
Sorry. That T R E at the end...
We could use a lift
into the next town,
Or farther east
if that's where you're headed.
For your sake, cario,
the roads... are not safe.
Think they'll find
anything of us?
We wiped it down...
and my bullets, untraceable.
That's some pistol.
It's an artifact.
Made special
for this kind of work.
What work is that?
Figurin' the plan for this
world.
Yeah, well, hope shootin' up
demon-headed waitresses
marks the giddy limit.
This is our, uh,
fourth day travelin'.
Picked me up on the coast.
Calls himself
a journeyman racer.
Used to be famous, I guess.
Or coulda been.
My daddy was into cars.
He probably woulda known.
A wheelman, eh?
I'll just get him settled in,
and then text
with the room number.
...Store Cafe, and three others
were killed
at the Scholls Eatery.
Police describe the scene as
a senseless gun rampage.
Kliers, who ran the
restaurant for about 14 years,
was a well-respected member
of the Scholls...
I ain't sleepin'.
Crazy days, huh?
That waitress...
uglier than homemade sin.
Just now sinkin' in I guess.
Makes you wonder what's
possible in this world.
Funny what you said
about luck.
Not ha-ha funny,
just... strange funny.
Here I thought it was my fault.
How's that?
I'm livin' past my time.
By rights, I shoulda gone in
the accident what took my leg.
You out racin'?
Ah, that's the hang of it.
Happened at a four-way stop
in town.
I was just headed
to the corner grocery, and...
a delivery truck crossed
the median
and smashed me head-on.
Stood on the brakes,
but no odds.
Truck rolled me hard
into a parkin' lot.
'Mazin' you weren't more hurt.
There was a boy there
with his mama,
sittin' in a cart.
He spun around...
I looked him in his eyes.
I tried to turn the car away,
but...
It just kept goin'.
He was three year old.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Wasn't your fault.
I know...
I know.
But it happened...
And the fact that it
happened...
and it happened
to somebody innocent...
thought they were safe.
Today... yesterday...
that's proof death's onto me.
Maybe you won't think
I'm crazy then.
I wouldn't think that.
I ain't told you yet.
Don't hardly matter.
Uh-uh. I ain't someone
to tie to.
I'm tellin' ya,
I got black luck.
I get by alright.
It's everyone else gets the
muddy end of the stick.
It's like that...
story from school.
The one
with the monkey's paw.
I'm a danger to you.
Can't hardly believe that,
pumpkin.
You ain't seein' me for real.
It ain't me what's gotta worry.
For whatever reason,
the devil's on my side.
That's why I gotta go,
If I can't get clear
of my black luck...
I need someone
can take the fallout.
El Buitre...
he's as as I ever come.
Hey, man.
Cops liable to roll around
this hour..
dusk.
Hey, chamo.
You holding?
That depends who's asking,
partner.
This is entrapment.
Just a journeyman racer
who needs a boost.
You lookin' to get amped,
that it?
Hey, cario.
He's not himself, your friend.
What'd you say?
I say it is La Muerta Blanca.
Remember the waitress?
Yeah, well, what's your excuse
treatin' me like crow bait?
I thought to keep your friend
out of trouble.
It seemed there was nothing
more to be done for you.
No pulse, no life.
Thank God you were wrong.
What else do you
have for us, Shirley?
Because I'll be honest with
you, I'm a believer in logic.
I'm with you on that, Tom.
But I don't know how else
to discribe 'em
except as demons in disguise.
Ministry workers subdued 'em
after a tussle.
I didn't see
what happened exactly.
Just the afterclap.
And to confirm,
this was at that tent revival?
The one off River Road?
...leaves us to pick
and search out His meaning.
Overwhelm us with your truth,
O Lord!
Mm hmm.
Some here got faith
to take hold of.
For too long now, we've been
sleeping in our faith.
This night... the perversions
of humanity we've seen...
It's all part of the Lord's
awakening fear.
Just as the Lord sent the
Leviathan against Jonah,
He's sent these devils
against us.
These devils... they gall us
to the healing power
of the Holy Spirit.
This night...
the awakening fear of the Lord
done broke in on us.
In all things...
God is a sufficient redeemer.
So my desire for you tonight...
is to know the Holy Spirit
is present
within each and every one
of you.
These devils used to be men,
and can be men again,
I believe,
if they have faith.
'Cause they have to be ready
to receive the healing.
It's their faith that will activate
the power of the Holy Spirit.
Pull the hood on the first one.
The power of the Holy Spirit
is the same yesterday,
the same today,
the same forever!
Do you believe Jesus Christ
is your personal savior?
Do you believe your body is
the temple of the Holy Spirit?
Die, meat puppet!
I'll see you down to the nub
of your wrung soul!
Show me yours, diabolito...
and I'll show you mine.
And we see who scares who.
You had your chance, mosca.
This one is mine.
'Mornin', miss.
You seekin' spiritual comfort?
Actually, lookin'
for a friend of mine got lost.
No one around but the few
folks you see, mostly ministry.
Hard night, huh?
You heard the sirens?
Just generally.
Care to make a donation?
Whatever you could spare
would be a blessin'.
Sorry. Down to about a dollar's
worth of nothin' myself.
Wait, child.
I know it ain't much but...
sometimes, a small kindness
at the right time...
is enough.
Please.
It would do my heart good.
...report several cases
of a new mystery virus
with symptoms similar to
those of...
Patients with the disease,
experience high fevers,
night sweats, severe body
aches, delusional episodes...
Can I borrow your phone?
It's important.
Phone's for payin' customers.
Club soda, then.
Hey, where's the ladies room?
That the last run, then?
Sorry.
Hey, cario.
I just called you.
And here I am
Uh-uh. House rules
is stakes or nothin'.
Come on, man.
Little lady brightens up
the room.
'Specially after last night.
Yeah, sure.
Oh wait, I ordered a club soda.
Can we get back to playin' now?
Any side bets? Moffat?
Damn the weather.
Alright, down to the
shoot-out.
One roll apiece,
top-score get's the pot.
I'll go first.
That's eleven, three, fourteen
total. Fourteen's the point.
Blow.
Got the run on us now,
looks like.
Time to call it in and get.
Yeah, I should cash out too,
'fore my old lady goes bugnuts
like Lou Gaston.
Ain't no gettin' over that, man.
Alright boys, as always,
good playin'.
How 'bout you, amigo?
What's your reckonin'?
As much as I'd like to win
my stake back,
the day's a-callin'.
It's up to you.
How 'bout we speed things up
a little
now that it's just
the two of us.
Keep it between the lines
and dirty side down.
I'll hang for a while to see
this... just outta curiosity.
What would you say to a game
of Miwin's Hazard?
That'd move things along.
What game is this?
Three dice, three cups.
These aren't your usual
six-sided dice, though.
Each die
has just three numbers.
Dice are rolled fairly,
but under the cups.
You pick one, I pick one.
Since each number only comes
up once,
we always have a winner.
Her we go...
just roll 'em in the cups.
A win to start.
This time, I raise you a deuce.
No limit on the raise?
Say a nickel limit?
A nickel, then.
Three in a row.
I gotta admit, amigo..
I'm gettin' a cob on about this.
Your girlfriend here's defyin'
the odds somethin' fierce.
I thought it was
a game of chance.
Sure she's rollin' the dice
in those cups?
I advise you to conduct
yourself in American.
Wait outside while he counts
my winnings.
You think I'm gonna chock
this up to craphouse luck?
I know games of this kind.
The way it works.
It is like
rock-paper-scissors,
but you know my pick
in advance.
Apparently, you cannot win
for cheating.
Stop right there, amigo,
or so help me God, I'll beat
you all hollow.
My money... count it out.
What are you fixin' to do
with that cripple hand?
This hand... it is flesh
and hellfire altogether.
Aagh!
Ugh... ugh... ugh.
Help me with the money.
What was that back there?
Is that some kind of
pro-thesis, or whatever?
This devil-bit hand...
it is a rebuke
to the dead order around us.
Just like La Muerta Blanca.
It is dust and blood...
what you say? A graft?
It's an outward sign
of my faith.
Yeah, what religion is this?
The name would mean nothing
to you.
Just know that, to our eyes,
your Christian God is dead.
The earth and everything else
is part of His slow decay.
We seek out other deities.
Where we goin'?
To gather up our own danger.
you're givin' me a pony.
He could be useful.
No, uh-uh, you keep him
trussed up and far away.
I can protect you.
And you give me a jack handle
or something justin case.
I'm sick at heart at what I
done.
You gotta believe that.
I got an evil spirit ridin'
me now.
Wasn't ever me.
I'm not tryin' to excuse it.
That's just the deadwood truth.
If I turn, don't hesitate...
I can protect you
if it comes to it, cario.
Ever since I come back to life,
it's like I'm bound
to a new fate.
I just don't know
what it is yet.
It's like when you're a kid
and the days stretch on and on.
You can't wait to catch them
up and come into your own.
Time has that kinda weight
now. The weight of a reckonin'.
You gonna tell me how it is now?
Your friend...
to save him, we have to stop
La Muerta Blanca.
Most likely, he will turn again.
That for certain?
Who knows? It is a prophecy
of chaos, this car.
But also your main chance.
If you got your driver,
what do you need me for?
I ain't about to drink
outta the same bottle
as you dirty dogs.
Hey, I already told...
You, okay, I get it.
You were in a bad skin.
But you... you I got some
Old Testament anger for.
Cario, it is impossible
without your luck.
La Muerta Blanca travels a
vast and crookback road.
We could follow its violence
forever and still never find it.
It has been seen on both
coasts- at the same time.
With your talent...
You think it an accident you
find yourself here...
at this moment,
with this choice?
Hungry?
Still touchy as a teased
snake, I see.
You don't hear nothin' else,
I want you to know...
'preciate you doin' this for me.
Is that what you think?
I felt bad for playin' him mean.
But his gratitude
made me ashamed.
As much as I want to save him,
I'm afraid to get too close.
No tellin' what I might have
to do before it's all over.
Cario, now!
Why would it rile us and run?
Here is comes.
Let's go back.
This car...
it is equipped special.
For police, mostly.
Now we see about
La Muerta Blanca.
Almost there.
Almost.
Now.
Hold tight.
What's wrong?
Jammed.
It should come free to blind it.
Here, take the wheel!
For what? From here?!
Put a steady hand on it!
There's someone in there!
Everything just fades away...
Except the dead pitch of night.
The burden
of being conscious...
Knowin' we're men of parts...
We're the only animals with
that foreknowledge.
We know we don't belong.
She looked in pain.
I seen her before...
in a dream the other night.
Back in the sixties,
during Vietnam...
there was a woman
disappeared.
She was said to have
gone with it.
But there are many rumors.
She claimed to ba a psychic,
this woman.
She thought La Muerta Blanca
was a mental projection...
The spirit of la revolucin
made real.
Some say it appears
when the system presses
too much on us.
Who know, cario?
You gotta have some idea.
A means to translate me
out from this corrupt earth.
A final escape,
sudden and solemn.
This is my hope.
Ain't there any relief for him?
It affects the ones
run the ragged edge the most.
The ones with a headful
of doubts.
Nights under the stars,
he was always thinkin'...
Stung again, huh?
Like the deuce.
Now I have repairs.
Chasin' it this way,
on the open road...
You thinkin' to corral it?
Somehow, she draws it out.
I believe she saved me
this time...
her presence.
I need a shot at it.
How well do you know
this country?
If you wanna box it in, there's
a place less than an hour off...
Old lumber mill on the river.
From the highway, looks like
one way in, one way out.
I bring the fire.
Say your car roll
back up the hill.
Supposed to be
a witchy woman
outside of Natural Bridge,
Alabama
after truckers what killed her.
Then there's a stretch
of highway in New Mexico,
US 491...
where cars flat-out disappear.
Used to be 666.
You probably know
most of these.
Some are known as places
where other worlds
show through.
I seen the other side.
When I gone to the bad.
Sometimes I see me there,
movin' fast...
almost peaceful.
Like I'm up above the noise
of the world.
As terrible as they are,
I envy you, chamo,
those visions, the
inspiration.
La Muerta Blanca tries me.
It tests my worth to be
translated out.
I tell you true, chamo,
the sun will lose it's glory,
and the moon is gloss,
before I let it go.
There's no helpin' him,
is there?
Even if we fail,
he could be useful to me.
Yeah, you're a cold bullet,
alright.
Those actual bombs?
Landmines.
Lordy, you did come prepared.
How come they look so weird?
They come special.
I'm ready to activate 'em.
First the radar...
then earth,
water,
air,
fire,
and the control mechanism.
Together, they make
white noise for the mind.
We will see if it disrupts
La Muerta Blanca's defenses.
These go in the first row.
In the second...
anti-tank mines.
You see?
First we confuse
the phantom powers,
then we blow the metal shell.
What happens
to the woman inside?
You see a woman, okay.
I see a messenger...
maybe a chariot.
And that one...
he sees what?
A means to fly the tracks
of the world?
I get it, it's just...
I got this feelin' like she's
the end of my black luck.
Or maybe the only thing
can survive it.
Thanks.
Good as the last coke
in the desert.
Even in a cold glass.
Sorry 'bout this...
'bout everything.
Ain't your fault.
When it happens...
You get these jag snakes.
You can't get your mind
off the fool trick of it...
this life.
Routines, hobbies...
any defenses you got
against your own mortality...
they all just waste away.
I wanna go out
takin' it to the limit.
That race talk?
This is as close to the pure
risk as I'm ever gonna get.
Leastways we lived
by our own lights.
That counts for somethin',
right?
Guess we each have
our own chances to take.
Hold on!
Wai...!
Dear diary, I made up my mind.
I'm goin' after my fate.
By that, I mean this phantom
car, whatever it is.
I think it's what my luck
is for.
Maybe if I make my own ruin,
I'll finally break the curse
of mine.
I never expected life
to be crackerjack sweet.
I'm not fool enough
to think that.
But maybe this will turn
loose my black luck.
I'm not hopin' for much.
Just a chance for the good
in me to shine out a little.
Would you not take me
with you, cario?
Pastor.
Well...
Looks like we're both
dependin' on high charity now.
Where you headed, pilgrim?
To the nearest telephone.
I you're amenable...
Help with the baggage,
please?
You might think this lucky,
but...
in my book, luck is living
under Christ's kindness.
You in town sacerdotisa?
Nope. Out west.
Working vacation.
Are you still hunting
the Leviathan?
It is no good to me now.
Time for other means
of salvation.
I need a car or a ticket.
You lost another one?
I'll wire you a plane ticket.
Can you ask the doctor
to fire up the O.R.?
Are you hurt, too?
Hmm.
No more than usual.
I got some raw material.
Is that really necessary?
Sharp-shooter,
good with a knife,
expert driver,
wields a juju hand
that would turn the devil green.
At what point are we
showing off, eh querido?
The doctor?
I will make the
arrangements...
if you do this next job,
no questions asked.
Hmm?
The target?
An artifact...
that could start a flood that
even Noah could not outlast.