Hobo with a Shotgun (2011) - full transcript

(train whistle blowing)

(sirens blaring)

Spare some change?

- (glass shatters)
- (car alarm goes off)

- (man grunts)
- Man: Come on!

Hit that fucker
or something!

You boys wanna make my money,
you better get more rowdy than this.

Hey!
Hey you!

You wanna get in on this?
Come on.

$10. $10.

Come on!



Ah, fuck you then!

You'll never make
money without me.

All right. All right,
let's see some blood.

(groans)

That's it.
That's it.

- Man: God damn it!
- (woman screams)

- (gunshot)
- Help me, they're coming after me!

Please!

Lady, please.
Please untie me.

- Get this off me!
- No no.

They're gonna fucking kill me.
You've gotta help me here!

- Please!
- My God, no!

Get this off my neck.
Get back, don't leave me!

- Fuck!
- (tires screeching)



You! Please!
You've gotta help me here.

If you don't help me, my head
is coming off my fucking body.

Please just untie me,
that's it.

(screeching tires)

Oh brother of mine.

Look at you now.
(laughs)

Boys, this isn't
a joke anymore.

You weren't planning on leaving town
without saying goodbye,

- were you?
- Yeah, we've been looking all over for you.

I was getting worried.
(laughs)

I'm your uncle. I've known you since
you were fucking babies!

This cocksucker gave me the shittiest
Christmas presents.

I hate Christmas.

You fucking brats!
Fuck off!

Drake, stop this.
We're family!

It's the rules,
Logan.

You're our lucky contestant.
(laughs)

No, please.
Don't put me in there!

Show him
how to play, boys.

Slick, you were always my favorite nephew,
I swear to God I mean that.

Get your feet in that
fucking death hole!

Fuck!
(yells)

(yells)

(laughing)

Ivan, my boy, I want everybody here
to appreciate this.

Time to get the show
on the road boy-o.

- (gunshots)
- (crowd screaming)

All right,
you fucking androids.

My father's got something
he wants you all to see.

And I swear...

anybody looks away
for even a second,

I'll make them wish
they were fucking aborted.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Drake Show.

Tonight's special episode
is gonna be filled

with thrills and chills

and my own personal
favorite...

lots and lots
of that red shit

that flows inside
all our bodies!

- Ivan?!
- Cheer, you fuckers!

(crowd screams)

- (cheering)
- Thank you.

(Logan groans)

How can you watch
and not do anything?

They're going to
fucking kill me here!

Somebody say something!
Don't just stand there!

- (groans)
- You know,

ever since our mother
brought Logan home from the hospital,

I knew he was
a fucking coward.

(muffled clamor)

I'll leave town!

You'll never fucking
see me again.

Just please. I can't
feel my legs, Drake.

He wants mercy
from the Drake.

From the Drake?!

And he should know
better than anybody!

Mercy ain't my style.

What do you want from me?

Logan is no longer
my brother.

Our relationship
has been severed.

And now he's all alone
in the world,

with nothing but
a barbed-wire noose

around his neck.
(laughs)

You can't let him do this!
It's not just my life he's ruining.

Please!
Help me!

Please!

You should have started
begging a long time ago.

I have never enjoyed
listening to you

as much as I do
right now.

You're a fucking
animal, Drake!

You're a shitty fucking
weird little animal.

The way I see it,

I'm a fucking
miracle worker,

because I am going
to make it rain!

- Gun it, Slick!
- (laughs)

- (screeching tires)
- (yells)

(screams, moaning)

(laughing)

Well, can you feel your legs now?
Can you, huh?

A little something else
you wanted to say to me?

Hmm?
(laughs)

Well, thanks for tuning in,
ladies and gentlemen.

Who knows,
maybe next time

one of you will be
our lucky contestant.

- (crowd clamors)
- Enjoy the ride,

my favorite fucking uncle.
(laughs)

Go the fuck home,
everybody!

And don't forget to wash your dicks!
(laughs)

- (murmuring)
- (woman crying)

(screeching tires)

$49.99.

(sighs)
God!

Ugh.

(coin clangs)

(laughing)

Woman:
I dare you to lick his dick.

- (group laughing)
- (spits)

(woman hollering)
Whoo! Whoo!

(groans, screaming)

You bastards!

Let me go, bastard!
Freak!

Bastard!
(screams)

(car approaching)

- (rock music playing)
- (screaming)

(muffled screaming)

(cheering)

(groans, chokes)

- (shouts)
- (groans)

Hey Slick, you gotta
check this out, man.

It's fucking awesome.
(groans)

(screaming)

Hey, where the fuck
are you going?

Business with Dad.

(laughs)

- (man laughs)
- Ah!

Hey Otis, what
are you playing?

Ah! I-I forgot, Slick.
I spent all my money at the arcade.

You owe me money.

- You're burning me, Otis!
- (whimpers)

Let me call my mom.
I can get my allowance early.

Ooh, that must be some hell
of an allowance, huh? (laughs)

Come on, man,
he's a kid.

- (whimpers)
- Let it slide.

- What did you say to me?
- You heard me.

- Let it slide.
- Shh shh shh.

The only thing
I'm gonna let slide

is my dick
in your pussy.

- (whimpers)
- Hey, Otie.

- Where you going?
- Don't hurt me, lvan!

- Shut the fuck up!
- (rips)

(screams, cries)

- Did that hurt?
- No.

Do you wanna know
how to never feel pain again?

No, I don't want
any more!

- (crying continues)
- Does everybody wanna know

how to never
feel pain again?

Come on, Otis!

- Have at it!
- (groans, chokes)

(screams, cries)

You know how I can tell
I'm making you wet?

(groans)
No.

Because you're
making my dick thirsty.

(grunts, scoffs)

What are you supposed to be?

Some kind of badass
murderer or something?

Why? Does that
frighten you?

If you've got money to spend,
nothing frightens me.

Baby, I've got all kinds of money
with your name written all over it.

Well, what are
you waiting for?

Let's go.

Awesome.

(sighs)

Nobody messes
with you, do they?

Not if they give
a fuck about living.

(snickers)
So how many people have you killed?

What am I?
A mathematician?

- Woman: You're too sexy for that?
- You're fucking right.

Are we gonna
fuck or what?

(grunts)

- (door clanks open)
- (motor running)

- What the hell?
- That's your ride, bitch.

- Come on.
- This was not our fucking deal!

I'm paying you good money.
You're gonna love this!

Let the girl go, punk!

I'm making
a citizen's arrest.

Slick: Huh.

And who the fuck are you?

Put the knife away, kid.

Or I'll use it
to cut welfare checks

from your rotten skin.

Well, you better cut one
to Mother Teresa

so you can give it to her
while she's finger-banging you in hell.

- (yelling)
- Shut your filthy mouth!

Mother Teresa
is a goddamn saint!

Serves you right.

What did you think?

He was gonna put
a ring on your finger?

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Lock him up
with the sodomites

and get me the goddamned
chief of police now.

(sighing angrily)

Good day, sir.

No, please take a seat.

I don't think I've seen
you around here before.

Let me guess...
you rode in on the rail?

- That's right.
- Aha.

So I understand you've been
having a little bit of difficulty

with one of our young men.

(sighs)

I think you're gonna need
a lot of dump trucks.

Dump trucks?

I-I don't follow you.

You get out there, get all the criminals,
put 'em in dump trucks,

take 'em to a landfill
site and bury them.

Put 'em in the ground!

I'm not too sure

I know what you're
trying to say here, sir.

What I'm trying
to say is

that people don't go bad
like they do here.

(whispers)
Yeah.

Look, if I'm
being honest,

I can't argue
with anything you say.

Crime in this city has
become an embarrassment.

I've been suspecting some of my boys
are working with Drake.

Can't see things getting
this much out of hand

unless some of my officers
are giving that maniac

a free rein.

So thank God for honest people
like yourself.

You better get those officers
and send them packing,

and start this whole
operation all over again.

Between you and me,

I'd love to bring a wrecking ball
down on Drake.

And he might as well
be king around here.

Kings fall. You ought to read
a history book, Chief.

Now I gave you this little bastard.
Put him away for life.

Well, we're certainly gonna see
what we can do about that.

By the way, did anybody officially
welcome you to town yet?

- They never do.
- Ah.

Well, welcome
to Fucktown!

(laughs)

- (groans)
- Hold still, you slimy maggot!

(laughs)

(rips)

- (mutters)
- Get off me!

These two are the princes of Fucktown!
(laughs)

- Any idea what we should do to him, Slick?
- Yeah, hold him still.

(yells)
You're a damn kid.

I'm gonna carve a billboard
into his chest.

You better get that
knife away from me!

- (groans)
- Ivan: Easy, Slick.

I think you might be hurting him.
(laughs)

Jesus. God, boys, whatever
happened to delicacy and finesse?

This is so you'll never
forget what you are.

I thought this was
a police station.

Not a fucking circus.

I just wanted to help.

Ah-hh.
(groans)

(laughing)

And don't forget,
you fucking piece of shit,

that everyday
is garbage day

for street trash
like you.

Yes.

(groans)

(chattering)

Man in car:
Hey.

You're so hot you make me want
to cut my dick off

- and rub it all over your titties.
- (snickers)

Why don't you just calm down
and tell me what you're looking for?

I was hoping
to keep it a surprise.

I've had enough
surprises tonight.

Quit wasting my time.
What's it gonna be?

Come on, Abby,
I'm a regular.

Abby: Nothing about you
is regular.

Hey, look, I'm
the one with the money

and you're the one
selling your hole.

- I know that, sweetie,
- Yeah.

I'd love
to take your money.

- Why don't you just tell me what you're after?
- (woman groans)

Fuck it. Just give me
the regular plus 10%.

Okay.

I'm gonna make you
love the taste of my rot!

What the fuck?
Get the fuck off me, you fucker!

(tires screeching)

Oh my God.

(whispers)
Help me.

I could use a drink
right now.

Do you mind?

I really appreciate
you helping me out today.

If it wasn't for you,
who knows,

I'd probably be dead
in a ditch somewhere.

I see you have
an empty picture frame here.

(snickers)

Why don't you put...

a picture of
your family in there,

or a dog or a cat.

I don't really have
anything worth remembering.

(cork pops)

Right.

(groans)

You seem like a smart
and intelligent girl.

You should be teaching,

tell people about beautiful
things and miracles.

You're obviously
not from here.

I'm not from anywhere.

Yeah, well,
I fuck for a living.

And believe me, I don't have a lot
of other options.

Right.

Well, I wouldn't know
about that shit.

Hey, take it easy.

I think
I'm okay now.

I just...

tell my brain

when I know
I'm hurting,

I just say, "I got
nothing for you, buddy.

Nothing
to make it go away,

so just go to hell."

And he goes.

He's like a
brother to me now

and brothers
fight sometimes.

(snickers)

Well,

I think it's time to put you
and your brother to bed.

Abby:
Come on.

No, I'm not
gonna stay here.

I'm gonna go.
It's all right.

No no, it's okay.

I want you to.

It's a good one.

Come on.

Well, I don't even remember
when I slept in a real bed.

I am tired.

I didn't get your name.

It's Abby.

Here.

Put this on so you don't get
blood on my sheets.

Oh, thank you.

Oh,

I like that.

(sniffs)
This is good.

Thank you.

Well, Abby, can I...

tell you something
about bears?

Sure.

(mutters)
All right.

The bear is
a solitary animal.

They like their space.

They live
in a magic circle.

They don't mind
if you're like a mile away,

but if you get
inside their circle,

they will maul you.

If a bear's claw would
ever strike your face,

it would take your whole
face right off your skull...

your eyes,
your nose, your lips,

everything.

And you would die
from it.

Wow.
(snickers)

I didn't know bears
could be so vicious.

They are wild animals.

There's something else
about bears

not many people know.

If a bear
gets hooked

on the taste
of human blood,

he becomes a man killer.

He'll go on a rampage

and has to be destroyed.

(sighs)

And that's...

why you should never
hug a bear.

(snickers softly)

(harmonica playing)

(pop music playing)

(woman shouts)
What?! What?!

Give me my
fucking money!

You give me my money!

You fucking
little bitch!

I'll shove
that money up your...

- Move, bitch!
- (shouting continues)

Do your hustle.

Make you feel it.

- (wicked laughter)
- Boy: Help!

Don't let him take me!

Help me, someone.
Help!

(man laughs)
Beautiful.

Beautiful.
I love your work.

(coughs)

(laughs)

Hey!

Back for that $10,

eh, dirtbag?

(man coughs)

You're right.

(grunts)

Yeah!
(laughs)

Beautiful.

I'm only giving you 20
for that one, buddy.

Now get down
on your knees.

Go on.

- Down you go.
- (sighs)

Now I want you to start
chewing the glass.

What?

I want you to start
eating that glass.

Go on. Don't even bother
looking at this

until you start chewing.

Go on.

That's it.
(laughs)

That's it.

(crunches)

Oh, now smile
for the camera.

(laughs)
Holy shit.

This is fucking gold!

(laughs)

Now...

pick it up
with your mouth.

(whispers)
That's it.

Oh oh oh.

(laughing)

Good dog. You earned
your money today.

Yeah.

(yawns softly)

(sighs)

Ah.

Yeah, you heard me right,
I want four big fucking dogs.

Uh-huh, yeah.
Yeah yeah yeah. And shave them first.

Lady... lady,
I don't trade for babies.

If you're looking for jewelry,
you gotta cough it up.

(snickers softly)

Hmm.

(snickers)

All right, everyone!

This is a goddamn
fucking robbery!

- (man laughs)
- (woman screams)

- (screaming)
- (child crying)

Okay, this guy,
this guy...

he is a great
babysitter!

Don't worry about Junior.

I'll look after him!
(laughs)

Give me the fucking money
or I'll slit her goddamn throat!

- Okay okay.
- What are you waiting for?!

Fucking kill her!
Kill the fucking baby!

Salesman: Here it is, here it comes.
There it is. All right.

(screaming continues)

Old man, you've got five seconds
to give me what I want

or I will end her life.

Put your hands
in the cash register!

Give me more,
you piece of shit!

- That's it. That's it. That's everything.
- One!

- No.
- Two!

- Faster, come on!
- Three!

No!
(screaming)

Come on!
Four!

Just fucking
kill her already!

- (whacks)
- I'm gonna sleep in your bloody carcasses tonight!

- (grunts)
- Jesus Christ!

You vultures...

circle this city

tearing off the flesh from everything
that is innocent.

- (clicks)
- (sobs)

Please don't shoot me.
I didn't even hurt her.

I want you
out of this city...

you and your
grave-robbing friends.

Spread the word.

(pants, screams)

- No!
- (gunshot)

Pay guns!

Keep the change.

Oh fuck!

- (gunshot)
- (screams)

(whimpering)

- Where's the tape?
- Leave me alone, man.

- Take it out.
- (whimpering continues)

Now you put it
in your mouth

and eat it!

(muffled talking)

(screams)

Stupid fucking bitch!

Stop wasting your
time doing homework.

Get up on the block
and make me some money.

Come on, baby.

Show daddy you ain't mad at me
and give me a kiss.

Hobo: Listen. Go home to someone
who loves you.

- Now!
- (screams)

And you...
you're fucked.

- (screaming continues)
- (gunshot)

- (groaning)
- (man laughing)

Man:
Fuck 'em.

Read 'em
and fucking weep!

You can have the fucking bitches.
(laughs)

- Happy Valentine's Day, you fucking sluts!
- (whimpering)

(screaming)

(Hobo pants softly)

(panting continues)

- Kill him! Fucking kill him! Kill him!
- (gun clicks)

(pants faster)

(laughs)

(all laughing)

(cocks gun)

- Hallelujah.
- (women screaming)

- (cocks gun)
- (screaming continues)

(Santa moaning)

I'm gonna come down
both your chimneys

and give you
a big present.

(moans)

Jerk on this, you child-molesting
shitlicker.

Ah!

(gunshot)

Night watches
and other anticrime groups

have been springing up
all throughout the city,

and their inspiration
is this brave,

yet still unidentified
homeless man

who has been delivering
justice one shell at a time.

- (gunshot)
- Man: Fuck!

- (man screaming)
- A shotgun?!

This town is impressed
by a homeless man

- with a fucking shotgun?!
- Ow!

- (women laughing)
- Where's the creativity in that?

So what happened to you?
School bully get your lunch money?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Look, Slick, don't make me mad.
Tell me who did this to you.

I don't know.
Some bum.

Some bum!

Have you been watching
the fucking news lately? Huh?

Don't worry, Dad,
we carved that fucker up.

You carved him up.

Somebody does this
to your brother

and you treat him like a jack-o'-lantern.
Put your head on the table.

Head down now!

- (man yells)
- Don't worry, son.

Everybody gets knocked out
once in a while.

Really?

Have you ever
been knocked out?

- (women laughing)
- Fuck no.

I'm the Drake. Who's gonna fuck with me?
(laughs)

I'm Slick! No one's supposed
to fuck with me either!

Listen, you've got
a lot of potential...

way more
than your brother.

Head down.

Maybe even more potential
than me eventually,

but first you've got
to learn to think bigger.

Bigger?

I'll crucify him
to a homeless shelter.

That's revenge.
Don't look for revenge.

Look for people's fear.

Okay, fear.
I'll cut a hole in his body.

I'll make them watch as I spread his intestines
out all over the street.

Well, you be ugly, you be
hateful when you do that,

some will fear you...

Slick,
I wanna fear you,

but I don't.

You've got to show me

that you can scare the shit
out of everybody!

So why don't you unlock
that imagination of yours

and give them a show
that is so fierce

that everybody
in this town

will remember
your name forever.

What should I do?

Well,

you need to figure
that out for yourself,

but I can give you one
sweet morsel of advice.

When life gives you
razor blades,

you make a baseball bat

covered in razor blades.

Hyah!

(laughing)

- (school bell ringing)
- (kids clamoring, laughing)

(disco music playing)

Do you kids like school?

Hey, I asked you
a question.

Do you kids like school?

- All: Yeah!
- What about ice cream?

- Do you kids like ice cream?
- Yeah!

- Huh? And bicycles! Yeah.
- Yeah!

And hobos?

- Yeah!
- I hate hobos.

(kids screaming)

♪ Burn baby burn! ♪

♪ Disco inferno ♪

♪ Burn baby burn ♪

♪ Burn that mother down... ♪

(screaming continues)

♪ Disco inferno... ♪

Reporter: After a horrific act
of arson this afternoon,

a school bus was
found burning.

There were an undisclosed number
of children onboard.

And there were
no survivors.

Again, we regret
to inform you

that only
the charred bodies

of many many
burnt children

remain.

- (gasping)
- Hey, all you kids out there.

How are you doing today?
Good?

(laughs)
Great. Guess what?

I've got something
very very special

to share with you today.
Are you ready?

Yeah yeah, come on up
to the screen, kids.

Let go of your
mommy and daddy's hands.

- Come, come on, it's okay.
- Get as close to the TV as you can.

- Do you see this?!
- (gasping)

This is what you get if you wanna follow a beggar
instead of the Drake!

Now it's time
to play a new game.

It's called gutter tag.

- (whimpers)
- It's very very easy.

And every single one
of you gets to play!

All you homeless people,
you're it.

Everyone else,
you get to kill them...

all of them.
Otherwise...

We're going to kill
the rest of your children!

Oh, ladies and gentlemen,
one more thing

before you continue on
your busy day:

I want that Hobo's head
on my wall.

And whoever
brings him to me,

gets all my broads!

(laughs)
Oh, you're gonna like 'em!

(moaning)

- (tone)
- (gasps)

Grab your guns, boys!
Grab your fucking guns.

We've got homeless to kill.
So let's go make some dead bodies.

At least he's only
shooting the dirty cops.

We're all dirty cops.

- Man: Get him!
- Man #2: Get him!

- (motor revving)
- (clamoring)

(laughs)

(cheering)

(distant screams)

(slow pop music playing)

You uh...

you ever sleep
with a prostitute, kid?

No, sir.

Fuck, she's so hot.

I'd eat the peanuts
out of her shit.

(laughs)

(laughs)
Come on, what the fuck is wrong with you?

This conversation
is disgusting.

Well, you can't
beat your wife

like you can
beat a whore.

See, that's what
I love about them.

Tell you what, we'll go splits
on this one.

You're joking, right?

(sirens blaring)

Hey, hey, Abby.

Fuck,

I love the smell
of your asshole.

Why don't you get in here
and take me for a ride?

My legs are closed
for the night.

Maybe we should
get back to work.

Yeah, you get back
to the fucking station.

Get the fuck
out of here!

Come here, baby!

(panting)

- No!
- Baby doll.

I am gonna
break your legs off

- to get at your sweetness.
- (sobbing)

- Don't hurt me. I'll do anything!
- (unzips fly)

That's not even
a fucking option.

Now I'll tell you what...
you make sure

that I enjoy
what you give me

and I'll make sure

that you can still crawl home
when I'm done.

(sobbing)

Oh, come on now.
I know you want it.

- No!
- (zips fly)

You little fucking whore.

Step away
from the girl.

I'm a cop!

- Don't do anything fucking stupid!
- Shut up!

Look at her.

What do you see?

I don't know, man.

She's... she's
just a fuck tube.

She is a teacher!

(shrieks)

She despises you.

And so do I!

Stop! Stop!

What are you doing?

Let me walk you home!

Why are you out so late?
It's dangerous!

Why are you
doing this?

- (clamoring)
- Shit.

Man: I heard a gunshot!
Come on, let's go!

- (groans)
- What are you doing? You can't kill them.

I'm cleaning the streets
from the shit.

And the smell
makes me sick.

They're not bad people.
They're just scared.

You're not afraid
of what they'll do to us

- when they come here?
- (pants)

We have to figure
something out.

(all shouting)

He shot him!
The Hobo shot him!

He's back there!

Mom, I need my allowance
early this week.

I just do!

- Okay, come on. Come on.
- (insect buzzes)

You're pretty sick,
you know that?

Come on, we gotta go.

(groans)

(yells)

Damn it!
Ah!

I gotta go, Mom.

Where the hell
were you going

- when you left here?
- When?

Come on, man, I let
you sleep in my bed.

Tell me where you went.

I just wanted
to buy a lawnmower.

Wait,

you wanted to buy
a lawnmower?

Oh, yeah.
After all those years living

in box cars
and on the streets,

I thought I might start up
my own business.

That's what we'll do.

I've got
my own slogan.

You grow it,
I cut it.

You grow it,
we cut it.

We'll get out of this town
and go somewhere

where they have
nice big lawns to mow.

This isn't the only place
grass grows.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

First I gotta wash
this guy's asshole off my face.

(motor revving)

Slick!
Slick!

Slick, they're in there!
Do you need any backup?

- I could join your gang.
- Shut up, Otis. Now fucking beat it!

- You're pissing me off.
- (laughs)

Jesus Christ. Ivan, you're going to
ruin your fucking skates.

I ruin everything!
(laughs)

Let's fuck.

Macaroni, beans,
I don't know.

- What would you take?
- Why are you in such a rush?

You just shot
a fucking cop.

Everybody
wants to kill you.

Oh, all right.

We need a blanket.
It's gonna get cold at night.

- And uh, some matches.
- I don't have much money.

All right.

Don't worry about the money.
We'll hop on a train.

We'll get a job somewhere
and we'll start saving up.

No no. No no no. No TV.
We've gotta travel light.

Right.
Fuck TV!

- (shatters)
- None of this shit.

Just take what you need.

Okay, I think I'm ready.

Okay, I'm ready too.

(footsteps approaching)

Hah, whoo!

It's a beautiful day
for a skate rape!

(softly)
Is there another way out?

Whoo!

(groans)

Do you fucking see me?!

Do you fucking hear me?!

(screams)

Do you fucking...

feel me?

(groaning)

Why don't you
get up, beggar,

and beg me
for your fucking life?

- Hyah!
- (groans)

Do you
fucking fear me?

Fuck you!
(screams)

(grunts softly)

- My face!
- (screaming continues)

Don't kill
that fuck without me.

Turn that whore into a baby factory.
(laughs)

- Ah!
- (groans)

Hit me again, motherfucker!
In my fucking face!

I'm gonna wash this blood off
with your blood.

- Get away from me!
- Yeah?

No!
(sobs)

(screams)

(cries)
Don't kill me. Don't.

But I love murder.

(screams)

Come on, Grandpa,
play with me.

Fucking play
with me, Grandpa.

(gasps)

Fuck.
(grunts)

Yeah! Now we're getting rowdy!
(laughs)

Hyah!

(laughs, gasps)

(groans)

(muffled screaming)

(softly)
Abigail.

(screaming)

Shh shh shh.

You!

Do you know me?

(screaming)

He made me come!
Oh my God!

Slick, what the fuck
is going on in there?

You better be killing
that fucking hobo!

- Get the fuck out of here, lvan.
- Now!

Bro?

All right,
you scum carving fuck.

- I'm sorry. Please.
- I'm gonna make you regret a whole lot of living

and teach you some respect!

All right, man, you win.
You win.

Just tell me what you want.
My dad owns this fucking town.

I bet there's not one human being
in this town

whose life you
haven't ruined.

Please please, don't shoot my dick
off, okay?

I'm young. I've got too
much fucking left to do.

- Please!
- Goddamn it, boy!

No-oo!

(groans, crying)

I'm gonna get you
to a doctor!

(crying continues)

(panting)

- (rings)
- Just give me the fucking phone.

- What?
- Dad.

(groaning)
My bo... my whole body hurts, Dad...

- everywhere.
- Slick?

Where are you?
What happened?

He shot my dick off!

Tell me where you are.
I'll come and get you.

I'm not gonna make it, Dad.

I'm dying.
I'm dying.

Slick boy, you...

you're... you're tough.
I'm... I'm so proud of you.

You're the toughest
kid I know.

Thank you.

Hey Dad...

you were
a pretty rad father.

Slick.

Slick?

Slick!

(screaming)

- Hobo: You.
- (gasps)

Fix this girl.

- Now!
- (gasps)

(alarm blasts)

(grunts)

- Woman: Stop! You can't do that!
- Just fix her!

Shit!

(groaning)

Summon the Plague.

Tell them to bring me
that hobo.

Man:
Check the vitals.

Woman: Blood pressure
declining rapidly.

Stay with us honey.
Come on, stay with us.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be all right.

- (nurse whimpering)
- (rapid beeping)

- (monitor flatlining)
- She's fucking dying!

- Come on! Stay with me!
- (man grunts)

Live! Live,
you fucking whore!

(loud grunting)

(engine starts)

Come on!

(chokes, gurgles)

That's it. Come on.
Stay with me.

- Stay with me.
- (Abby coughs)

(thunderclap)

(respirator hissing)

Hey you.

(softly)
Welcome back.

It's good
to see you.

I wanted to give you
something.

They're beautiful.

Just to make sure
you don't forget me.

Where are you going?

I have to get
back to work.

Please don't.

You should put them
in your classroom.

They'll be good
by the window.

(sighs)

You know I'm not really
a schoolteacher, right?

- (sighs)
- You do,

right?

Yeah.

But everybody...

ought to have a dream.

You can't solve all the world's problems
with a shotgun.

(softly)
It's all I know.

(sighs)

(motorcycles approaching)

(screaming)

(baby coos)

(cooing continues)

(whispers)
Yeah.

(snickers)
A long time ago...

I was one of you.

You're all brand new
and perfect...

no mistakes,
no regret.

People look at you

and think of how wonderful
your future will be.

They want you to be
something special,

like a doctor

or a lawyer.

I hate
to tell you this,

but if you grow up here,
you're more likely

to wind up selling
your bodies on the streets

or shooting dope
from dirty needles

- in a bus stop.
- (baby crying)

And if you're successful,

you'll make money

selling junk
to crackheads.

And you won't think twice
about killing someone's wife

because
you won't even know

what was wrong
in the first place.

(babies crying louder)

Or maybe...

you'll end up like me...

a hobo with a shotgun.

I hope you can do better.

(whispers)
You are the future.

(silent)

That's it!

I am sick and tired

of you fucking junkies!

(both screaming)

Whoa.

(screaming)

(choking)

Oh.
(groaning)

What's going on?

(grunts)

(groaning)

(choking)

(gasps)

(choking)

(gasps)

(babies crying)

(softly)
Abby!

(screeches)

Abby?

(whispers)
Abby, come on.

Ah! Oh!

(muffled screaming)

(screams)

(grunts)

(Hobo groans)

(screeches)

(thunder rumbling)

(shrieking)

Psst.

(shrieking continues)

You got a match?

Mm.
(blows)

Ah, the Plague.
You guys fucking rock!

(low monstrous voice)
Do you want to see him?

(sighs)
No, I trust you guys.

(sniffs)
I can fucking smell him from here.

Take him to the truck.

You know, I almost
feel sad for you.

You're in the shadow
of your brother.

And you're just
a little tiny thug.

A thug?!

Listen, you homeless
piece of shit,

I'm the only son
Drake has left!

And you know
what that means?

That means I run
the fucking show!

I'm gonna show
everybody.

They're gonna fear
the fuck out of me!

In fact, they're gonna
make comic books

out of my hate crimes!

I promise you when
I get out of here,

I'm gonna bite
your face off.

(laughs)

That's funny 'cause
I promised myself

I would bash
your fucking teeth in

and make a chainsaw
out of them.

(coughs)
Fucker.

(grunts)

(people shouting)

Hold it right
there, lady.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

You want to know if I'm homeless
so you can kill me?!

Yeah, are you?

Some people got
a bed to sleep on

where they can crawl under the covers
and have a good night's rest.

But other people,
they don't got beds at all.

Instead, they gotta find
an alleyway or a park bench

where some fucker's
not gonna stab them.

Just 'cause they don't got beds
doesn't mean they're homeless.

'Cause guess what, they've got
the biggest home of any of us.

- (sirens blasting)
- It's called "the streets"!

And right now we're all
standing in their home,

so maybe we should show
them some goddamn respect.

If this is their home,

they've got a right to keep it clean,
don't they?

Sometimes
on the streets

a broom just ain't
gonna fucking cut it.

- That's when you gotta get a shotgun!
- (all gasp)

So if you want
to kill me, go ahead.

But I'll warn you:
From where I'm standing,

things are looking
real fucking filthy!

(drums playing)

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome back

to the Drake Show!

(cheering)

Yeah! That's how you cheer,
you fucking creatures.

- Whoo!
- Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, everybody.

Tonight I have
a special treat

for you all...
the culmination

of one of the bloodiest spectacles
we have ever witnessed.

Everybody, please
a round of applause

for the team
that made this possible...

- the Plague!
- (cheering)

Now

I want you all to meet
our special guest,

a man I'm sure
you've all heard about.

Ladies and gentlemen,
without further ado,

let's bring on
the man of the hour,

the one responsible
for the death

of my favorite son.

And here he is,

a worthless homeless

piece of shit.

Get your hands off me,
demons!

You're crushing
my smokes.

When God lost His son,

He knew He'd get him back
in a few days.

He didn't have to mourn,
not for a single second.

But I know I can't
get my son back.

So what does
that make me,

when I know
more about pain

than the most powerful
being in the universe?

You're a fool

and a shitty father.

Take him
to the glory hole.

(cheering)

Look up
at all those people.

I'm their god.

They fear me
more than anything.

And that fear

is what saves
their lives every day.

If I want something
from them, I take it.

If they try to fight back,
I kill them.

- Fucker.
- They live to please me.

Because if they don't,

I'd cut off
their fucking heads!

- (cheering)
- (yells)

Well, now you look scared.

Drake,

eventually,

evil will turn
against evil.

It'll wipe
itself out...

(engine revs)

...leaving nothing
but wreckage

and fucked-up memories.

- (monster mutters)
- (groans)

Every time I find
somebody like you

who wants to be a hero,

who wants to fuck
with me and stop my show,

I send 'em

straight to hell.

(engine whirring)

What the...

Let him go, Drake,

or I'll chop
your boy to pieces.

Abby.

I mean it!

I'll mulch this fucker
in the ground.

What do you think?

Replaceable.

(chuckles)
Dad,

I'm the only son you have left.
Quit fucking around.

Sorry, boy,

but you've just never had
that much potential.

- (cheering)
- (Drake laughs)

No one upstages
the Drake!

(screaming)

Do you see
what I mean, folks?

I provide you with nothing
but the highest-quality,

adrenaline-filled

family entertainment!

(screaming continues)

- (screams)
- (engine revs)

(laughs)

Okay, Rip, let's get us
some Hobo head!

(cheering)

- Mm. Ooh!
- (screeching tires)

- Ah.
- (booing)

- Let's go home.
- Get this off me.

- (screams)
- You wanna be the star of this show?

Well, I'll
make you shine.

You take your dirty hands
off her, you bastard!

I'd love to just shoot her
but my audience,

they expect more.
(laughs)

- Get your hands off me!
- Settle down, honey.

This will be the best
trick you ever gave.

- Stop!
- Oh yeah.

(screams)

- Let's start with a nose job, huh?
- No!

(screaming)

Bleed, baby baby.

(gasping)

- Whoa. Ah!
- (screaming continues)

- Get me out of this hole!
- How?

- Uh, pull my hair!
- What?

My hair.
Pull it. Pull it!

(Abby groans)

Harder. Harder!

(screaming)

(paints)

- Untie me.
- (sobbing)

(groans)

(rumbles softly)

Demon's coming back.

(Hobo grunts)

She killed Grinder.

Now she must take
his place in the Plague.

She's not going
anywhere, buddy.

Listen to me.

You can't fall
asleep now.

You hear me?

(breathing heavily)

Listen,

there's one more thing
I have to do.

No. I just...

(sobs)
I just wanna go to the zoo and...

and see the bears
with you.

(sniffles)

Don't...
don't leave.

Don't leave.

Bears don't
belong in a zoo.

(Drake groans)
Stupid fucking bitch.

I'm gonna get
to find her.

(mutters, laughs)

I'm gonna come back.
I'm gonna kill her

and I'm gonna cut
his fucking nuts off

and stick 'em up
his fucking mouth!

(groans)

Show's over.

You know,

except for killing
my son,

you made my town
a lot more interesting.

You're so fucking crazy.

I would have been
your biggest fan,

- you worthless street rat.
- (sirens blaring)

(screeching tires)

Drop the fucking gun,

you cocksucking
garbage bag.

Come on, come on,
go, move move.

Flank to the right, sir.

Man:
They're gonna shoot him!

Put it down and walk away.

It's your only chance
to leave alive!

You wanna die
for a town

that never gave
a fuck about you?!

(sighs)

- (snickers)
- You'll never beat the Drake.

This town worships me.

Boys, if he shoots,
kill the fucker.

(all shout)

Whoa, what the fuck
are you doing!

Get back inside,
everybody.

- (shouting continues)
- Put your weapons down!

I said put those fucking
weapons down!

(man yelling)
Back the fuck up!

Okay, get rid of these
fucking animals now.

You fuckers!

You and me are going
on a car ride to hell.

You're gonna miss me.

You're riding shotgun.

(shrieks)
No-oo!

(Abby screaming)

(train chugging)

(train whistle blows)

(pop music playing)

(vocalizing)

♪ When darkness falls ♪

♪ Leaving shadows
in the night ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ Wipe that fear
from your eyes ♪

♪ The desperate love ♪

♪ Keeps on driving you
wrong ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ You're not alone ♪

♪ You can run with us ♪

♪ We've got everything
you need ♪

♪ Run with us ♪

♪ We are free ♪

♪ C-c-c-come
with us ♪

♪ I see passion
in your eyes ♪

♪ Run with us ♪

♪ When the cold wind
blows ♪

♪ Turn your collar
to the cold ♪

♪ Don't be ashamed ♪

♪ If you need someone
to hold ♪

♪ If you're sinking
in quicksand ♪

♪ And it's
dragging you down ♪

♪ And you feel
you're going under ♪

♪ We'll be around ♪

♪ You can run with us ♪

♪ We've got everything
you need ♪

♪ Run with us ♪

♪ We are free ♪

♪ C-c-c-come with us ♪

♪ I see passion
in your eyes ♪

♪ Run with us ♪

♪ We are free ♪

♪ Oh oh oh, run with us. ♪

(music fades)

(electronic music playing)

(music ends)