What the hell? |
Hey... |
You know what side of the border you're on? |
You got a name part? |
Guess ... |
something must have cut your tongue out. |
either that or, |
you got something ... |
to hide. |
It's all I can tell. |
you hear me plain enough. |
You will all be caught with your diapers down! |
That is a promise! |
I make you this promise on my mother's head! |
For right here, today. Standing on the very head of my mother, which is now on God's green earth, |
which everybody who wasn't born in a fucking sewer ought to know and understand |
They will invade you in your beds, |
they will snatch you from your hot tubs, |
they will pluck you right out of your fancy sports cars! |
There is nowhere, |
absolutely nowhere, |
in this God forsaken valley. |
I'm talking about from the range of my voice, right here |
clear out to the goddamn Mojave Desert and beyond that, clear out past Barstow |
None of that area will be called the safety zone! |
There will be no safety zone! I can guarantee you the safety zone will be eliminated. |
Eradicated. You will all be extradited |
to the land of no return! It's a navigation to nowhere. |
And if you think that's going to be fun, you've got another think coming. |
I maybe a slime-bucket, but believe me: I know what the hell I am talking about. |
I am not crazy. And don't say I didn't warn you! |
I warned you! I warned all of you! |
And for the first time, he wished he were far away. |
Lost in a deep, vast country |
where nobody knew him. |
Somewhere without language or streets. |
And he dreamed about this place without knowing its name. |
And when he woke up, he was on fire. |
He ran through the flames His arms were burning. |
And he threw himself outside, |
and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. |
He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. |
He ran until the sun came up, |
And when the sun went down, he ran again. |
For five days he ran like this ... |
until every sign of man ... |
had disappeared. |