Original subtitles

(peaceful music)

(moves into funky rock music)

(dog barking)

(engine humming)

- Fill her up.

- Yes, sir.

(clacking)

(bell clinging)

- How far is Agua Dulce?

- It's right down the road a piece.

You going to the contest?

(grunting)

- Looking for a friend.

(engines roaring)

- [Biker] Tequila.

Tequila.

Hey hey, mamacita.

- How about a little service, eh?

(laughing)

We all need a ride like crazy,

what do you say? (laughing)

- Mamacita, that's not very nice.

(laughing)

Mamacita, that's not very nice.

Hey, relax, Pancho,

we were just being friendly.

- What about the bottle?

- What bottle?

- That bottle.

(gasping) (shattering)

(grunting negatively)

- Are you brain damaged, you taco vendor?

You and your putrid refried bean breath,

did you see what you did?

(crying) (grunting negatively)

- That was Spyder's personal bottle.

He brought it in with him,

I say you owe us for it.

- I saw him pick it up.

- Are you calling me a liar?

(engine revving)

- Look out.

- We was just having a conversation,

and you interrupted us.

- Yeah, that ain't very polite.

- Ain't polite at all.

- Don't touch me, unless you love me.

(bluesy rock music)

(shouting)

- Hey, go!

- Don't move.

(engine sputtering) - Dag nabbit.

(crashing)

- Saying sorry makes a man feel better.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. (engine sputtering)

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. (yelling)

- Not to me, to them.

Come on.

- I'm sorry.

(pounding)

(engine revving)

(screeching)

(engine roaring)

(laughing)

(engine humming)

(melancholy harmonica music)

(chattering)

- Hi, Fran.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

- Hi, how are you?

- Fine.

- Hey, Willard.

- Hi Mr. Joe Bob.

- You know Willard,

you're supposed to have adoption papers

to have one of them kids.

- No, no, Andy's my friend.

Willard takes real good care of Andy.

Nothing bad ever happens to Andy.

- Well, no papers,

I'm gonna have to throw you in the slammer.

- Again?

- Yeah, you can clean out

them slop buckets real good.

(laughing)

- And we'll just sort of forget about them papers.

(engine revving)

- Where can I find Tick Rand?

(laughing)

- Well, looky what we got here, boys.

I mean, this must be one of them psycho cycles

that we see in the moving pictures.

You come here to tear up our town, boy?

Or maybe get lucky with one of our women, eh?

- Yeah, maybe get lucky with one of our--

(lips smacking)

- Katie.

- Stryker.

- I don't believe it.

(giggling)

The last time I saw you,

you were like like a-- - A little kid.

(laughing) Kids grow up.

- I can see that.

Oh, you're smokin'.

(moaning)

Yeah, I can see that.

- Uh, guys, this is Ben Stryker.

A dear friend of my father's.

- Well any friend of yours, Miss Rand,

is a friend of mine.

We're having us a little celebration this afternoon

at the Tom Cat Bar.

I'd really like you to come there.

- Maybe.

- I'm really looking forward to it.

I mean, I'd really like you to be there.

- Hey, there's a big, juicy steak waiting for you at home.

(engine revving)

(engine humming)

- Looks like a real nice home.

- Yeah, I guess it does.

It's still missing one or two things, though.

Stryker, are you coming home?

- Where's Tick?

- Him and Danny are up at the gold mine.

So, why don't you run up on there

while I put on some lunch?

(engine revving)

- Hi, Danny.

- How you doing?

- You remember me?

- Sure,

and Dad talks about you.

Sometimes.

I've never seen a bike like that.

- The Dutchess?

- Yeah, I mean, I've got magazines and stuff, but, uh...

- I'll give you a ride later.

Is Tick inside?

- Yeah.

Come on, he's been waiting for you.

(sizzling)

- Are you still at it, Tick?

- Oh, Stryker, you old son of a bitch.

You don't write, we get one lousy phone call.

Where you been, Beirut?

El Salvador?

- No, it's all behind me now, Tick.

- Yeah, me too.

Danny, take Stryker's jacket so he feels more at home.

- Sure, let me take that for you, Mr. Stryker.

- Just Stryker.

- Okay, Stryker.

- Go on down the hill and help your sister with lunch.

- But, Dad, I was just gonna hang around.

- I'll give you a ride later, alright?

- Right.

- Okay, how long you staying?

- Can I let you know?

- Well, hell, you can stay here just as long as you want to,

you know that.

- Nah, I'll stay in town.

So, it looks like you really dug in here, Tick.

- Well, it's a little different than

designing weapons for the company.

- You were the best there was.

- And the best there is.

That's live.

(groaning)

(laughing)

- You remember Mugamba's headquarters

when we blew that guy up?

Tin cans and nails

stuffed in pig dung. (laughing)

- We hit that mother with the Tick Rand special.

- The ol' shit bomb. (laughing)

- That was a time.

- Yeah, so what are you doing here?

- Well, my pension from the government

is enough to make ends meet.

This is what really keeps me going.

- Gold?

I didn't know you were interested in this.

- Well, I'm not, really,

the spring that fed this town dried up about five years ago,

and you can't get to the gold without water,

so the mine closed up about two months later.

For the last several years this town has been

dying a slow and miserable death.

- And you care?

- And I care.

- What are we looking for, absolution?

- I don't know exactly what I'm looking for.

Whatever you want to call it,

meaning, the reason for living, I don't know.

I do know that you and I brought flaming hell

to a lot of towns over the years.

(somber music)

Just once I'd like to bring a town some hope.

What are you looking forward to, Stryker?

- That nice, juicy steak that Kate's gonna cook for me.

(laughing)

(rock music)

(cheering) (engines roaring)

- You know, Mr. Packer,

at this rate we're not gonna get to Vegas

'til it's real late.

I mean, are we gonna see the good shows or what?

- I'm doing the best I can, Becky Sue,

the very best I can.

We'll get there in plenty of time,

the convention doesn't start until noon tomorrow--

- Screw your convention.

(engines roaring) (rock music)

You know Floyd, this is really a dumb-ass idea.

I mean, if your wife didn't suspect from the beginning--

- Suspect?

Suspect what?

This is a business trip, Becky Sue.

You're my secretary.

- Secretary? (laughing)

Floyd, the woman is not a complete moron.

I type one word per minute,

and then it's usually misspelled.

(cheering)

(engines roaring)

- Oh my God, oh my God.

- Down, down, down.

Back, back, back.

Now, I'm sure you've observed

the southern migration of the sperm whale

because I think I see one of their species

looming on the horizon,

and I think he's just about ready to blow,

and so are you.

She's all yours, Meatrack.

- Floyd.

- Well, that's nice.

Real nice.

- Hey, pal, you better save her for Pigiron, you jerk.

(laughing)

- Zero.

- Floyd, do something.

- Shut up, Becky Sue.

- Yeah, Floyd.

Do something.

(groaning)

- Oh, Floyd would like to help you out,

but he's in a little pinch right now.

(groaning)

- Well, you look like a man with a problem, Floyd.

Well, then again,

I guess a man's got to know his limitations.

(engine revving)

- Hey.

So why are we stopping?

(shushing) - Wait, hold on.

(cheering)

- Come on, man. - Stay here.

(cheering)

- Floyd, if you'll permit me,

maybe I can help you solve your problems.

Floyd, if you'll pay attention,

watch, I'll give you a little instruction.

The most important thing

is to be subtle.

(cheering) (screaming)

- No, stop, no.

Floyd, help.

- Don't maul her too bad,

save a little for Pigiron.

- He ain't even here.

- Stop, no.

Please stop.

(crying) (all talking)

No, stop.

Stop, Floyd, stop.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Nothing.

- Oh, come on, what about that girl?

Hey, you can't leave her.

- There's 25 of them and one of me.

- Well what about me?

- You do it.

- Funny.

(screaming)

(all yelling)

- Knock his head off the wall, kill him.

Get him, get him.

Knock his head off, kill him.

(thumping)

Winner by a knockout in the first round,

deputy Joe Bob.

(cheering) (applause)

(all talking)

Rachel, what would you say to a little fuck?

- I'd say, hello, little fuck.

(country music)

- To the company.

- And all the stinking little wars

that you and I are not stuck in anymore, Tick.

- Amen.

- Hi, Tick.

How's it hanging?

- Rachel.

Rachel, this is Ben Stryker.

Real good buddy of mine.

- Well, welcome to the Tom Cat Bar, Mr. Stryker.

This place is kind of a local legend, you know.

- [Tick] Tonight the legend comes alive.

- Every tom cat in the county comes down here

to prove he's the toughest son'bitch around.

I'm looking forward to seeing you in there tonight.

(applause) - I ain't enough to prove.

(whistling) - Hey, Kate.

- Well, I'm sorry I'm late.

- You are?

I thought you was just plain sorry.

See you later, sugar.

- Deep down she's a real sweet girl.

Way deep down.

- Hey Danny, how you doing?

- [Danny] Hey Dad.

- What brings you into town?

- I took Katie for a ride on my bike.

- Yeah, it was wonderful.

- Beer.

- Oh, we're real democratic here Mr. Stryker.

Well, just about anybody can climb into that ring

and see what kind of a man he is.

- Don't need no experience.

No entry fee, just a little guts.

(laughing)

- And I'm gonna save the next dance for you.

- I don't dance.

(country music)

- Why, they're playing our song, sweetie.

- Like I said, I don't dance.

(tense rock music)

(engines roaring)

- Danny.

What are you doing here?

- Well, I came to check out the scene.

- Are you going to enter the contest?

" Me?

Nah, I think I'll wait 'til next year.

It's kind of hot in there

so I thought I'd watch the action from out here.

- Oh.

- Want to watch?

- My parents are waiting up for me.

- Ah.

Uh, I was thinking you might want to go

for a ride on my bike?

- I'd like that.

How about tomorrow?

I'll be out in front of the church at seven.

- Alright.

Okey.

(crowd applauding)

- Alright.

Which one of you cowboys is gonna

get on out there and go for the gold?

(cheering)

Nah, don't you want to feel your muscles snap?

(cheering)

You want to slap somebody's body down

and completely overwhelm them, huh?

(tense music) (engines revving)

You know that you do.

(engines revving)

(people shouting)

- I hope you don't mind us crashing your little soiree.

Hey, what do you say?

All day, (grunt), all day, (grunt)-

Kemosabe, what's up?

(cheering)

- Hey, listen up,

listen, quiet down now.

I want to tell you something.

I've got here $500, count 'em.

For anybody who wants to stay in the ring

with a certain dude in this room.

(cheering)

Deputy Joe Bob McEwan.

- $500 for stomping on a deputy.

Shit, lady,

my boys here got cause just for the fuck of it.

And of coarse to please a pretty woman like you,

if you know what I mean.

(laughing)

You want to kiss me, deputy,

is that it? (laughing)

(tense music)

- Well, looky what we get us here.

- We oughta learn that boy some manners.

- You boys don't want to fuck with him.

- Pigiron, that's a piss hander.

- Look, I just got finished telling you,

you boys do not want to fuck with him.

You know what I mean?

Y'all came here to party, right?

My buddy Zero over here,

he be mighty pleased to stomp on that deputy

you got over there, what's his name,

Smooch Bob, or something?

He likes doin shit like that.

- I do like doing shit like that.

(laughing)

Hell, I could stomp him real good.

Til their face gets all red and squishy.

(laughing)

And they always start to cry and beg

for me to stop, but I don't stop.

(laughing)

And you know why, my man?

Because that is the best part.

(laughing)

(cheering)

- Katie, let's go on home, I'm tired.

(cheering)

- Come on shitkicker, I want your ass.

- Do it Joe Bob!

(all yelling) (cheering)

- Get over here, come on.

(all yelling)

- Come on, Zero.

- The rules are real simple.

Last man standing wins.

Now, I want to see a good, clean fight.

None of this biker shit-- (yelping)

(punches thudding) (crowd yelling)

- I'm Reverend Romano.

I happen to be the shepherd of Agua Dulce.

- A preacher, in here?

- Oh, well, yes.

I also am the mayor, you see.

I go anywhere.

My people need me.

And what might be your name, my child?

- Her name is Lip Service,

and she belongs to the Savages.

- And she got a brand on her ass as proof.

- Uh oh, he don't believe us.

(punches thudding) (crowd yelling)

- Tell this sacred man with his tit-sucking eyes

how you found heaven on the back of a Harley.

Therefore, a taste of the forbidden fruit.

(crowd yelling) (punches thudding)

- What's your name?

- Rachel.

- What're you doing here?

- Stuck.

- Stuck?

(punches thudding) (crowd yelling)

- The Savages never lose.

- I guess we kicked his ass, huh?

- We came, we saw, we conked-ass.

- Hey, everybody,

we got a new champion.

Finally! (cheering)

And I am pleased and honored

to present him with...

500 smacaroos. (cheering)

- Whoa.

One on one.

He cheated.

You lost, ain't that right, Tom?

- That's right.

- That's bull.

Hey man, Savages don't lose.

(all yelling)

- Alright, let him go.

- Hey sheriff, why don't you back off

for five or 10 minutes man,

and go take a piss or something, eh?

- God damn it, I said now.

- Fuck off, old man.

- I'm telling you one time, asshole.

Call off your ape.

- [Rachel] He won't pull the trigger.

He never has,

and he never will.

- You really tough man,

just like the deputy over there, huh?

That what you are?

You gonna shoot me?

Go on, shoot me then.

Because if you ain't gonna shoot me,

I'm gonna take that little gun away,

and I'm gonna shove up your big fat ass,

and I'm gonna pull the trigger,

that's what I'm gonna do.

Maybe you like that, huh?

Maybe you'd like me to make your day.

(coughing)

(gun bangs)

- Where do you want it?

The eyes?

The belly?

The balls?

- Looks like ol' uh,

Joe Bob, or Jim Bob,

or Reed Bob done recovered, huh?

My, my-

Looks like all the local mice clone got

themselves fire arms now, boys.

(mock-scared groaning)

What the hell you think we all to do, huh?

You gonna pull our asses out of here?

Yeah, I think we ought to retreat too,

old Joe Bob's got a shotgun, huh?

That's what we ought to do.

Yeah, I'm scared to death, myself.

C'mon, we better get out of here Savages,

this town's folk, they got themselves some firearms.

- Ain't nothin' shakin' but the leaves on the trees, Jack.

(cheering) (all yelling)

- [Pigiron] OI' Reed's got himself a gun now.

- As mayor of Agua Dulce,

I'm ordering you all to leave this town immediately.

And we'll retain your friend here

just to show you how serious we really are.

(tense music)

- Now that's a bad move there, mayor.

OI' reverend, or whatever the fuck you are, man.

I just hope you know what the fuck you're doing.

Tell you what man, I'm gonna be back.

I'm gonna be back for you,

and I'm gonna be back for you,

and I'm gonna be back for every one of you motherfuckers!

(all yelling)

Let's go. (all yelling)

(engines revving)

- Take me with you.

- Bitch, you think you're good enough to hang with me?

- I can suck start a Harley.

(laughing) (cheering)

Please?

- Get on.

- Don't forget about me.

- Be seem ya.

(engines roaring)

- You look good.

Real good.

- Thanks.

- Come on.

(engine humming)

(engines roaring) (suspenseful music)

- So, how'd you both like to make it with a real man?

- Run, Fran, get out of here.

(screaming)

- I'll handle this, I'll handle this.

- Let me go.

- And this greater man himself

shall perform the sacred ceremony.

(all shouting)

- Bad news, boy.

- Let her go, man.

(screaming)

- You stupid little shit.

(crashing)

(screaming)

(engine humming)

(screaming)

(painful moaning)

- Who loves you baby?

Come on, what're you doing?

- Bad.

Real bad.

I'm gonna have to hurt you, you know?

But just a little bit.

- Stryker!

(mysterious music)

- Hey, good morning there, Mr. Stryker.

Hey, we's just having ourselves

a little old party down there,

and we thought maybe you'd

like to come out and play, huh?

(laughing)

Come on, drag him, boys.

(engine revving)

(screaming)

- I'm okay, help Fran.

(screaming) - Danny, Danny!

Danny!

- Look at that son of a bitch go,

man, he's good.

(yelling)

(pounding)

(somber music)

- Got to go now, Mr. Stryker.

But now it's personal like, you know?

Between you and me.

So, I'll be seeing you real soon,

you know what I mean, boy?

(engines revving)

- Danny, oh my God.

Danny?

- I'm alright.

Help me get inside.

(gasping)

(grunting)

- Easy, easy.

I got to take the jacket off, okay?

- [Katie] Slow.

- [Stryker] There you go.

- [Katie] Hot water's on the stove.

Kit's on the top shelf.

- IS this it?

Here. - Yeah.

Great.

Okay. (shushing)

- Here.

You got it?

Shit hit the fan, Tick.

(somber music)

(engines revving) (ominous music)

You really keeping your hands busy, Tick.

- It's nice and light, and it's got good balance.

Here, you try it.

- That's plenty.

(engines revving)

Boy am I glad to see you.

- Glad to be here.

- Especially you.

(grunting)

(mechanical whirring)

- He killed Blood, get him with that.

(suspenseful music)

(laughing) (cheering)

(squishing) (screaming)

- Alright, get him, come on.

(groaning)

(all yelling)

(engine revving)

- Hey, fucker.

- Come here.

(cracking) (screaming)

(clattering) (screaming)

- Leave.

- Whoa, she's cool, huh?

Oh, look, all the girls are here. (laughing)

- We'll be back.

You know who I am?

I'm your worst nightmare come true.

(laughing)

Alright, let's roll.

- Give me the gun.

- Don't baby me.

(engines revving)

(cheering) (rock music)

♪ Wild long night

♪ Get together in hell

♪ And hit the town

♪ Ride in the night life

♪ Right in the night

♪ We get together in hell

♪ How I love the town

♪ They get to blow up

♪ Wild dawn

♪ The fire flows

♪ Feel it in my veins

♪ My brain

♪ Wild dawn

♪ The blood is streaming

♪ Down your face

♪ Can't you fight against the wild dawn knights

♪ Can you make it with the wild dawn knights

(all cheering)

- Hey, Iron, man, you'd kill to see this.

- I want you to take me out of Agua Dulce.

I want to forget it.

I want to forget I ever worked there.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Well, I got a little bit of unfinished business

there in Agua Dulce first, baby.

- Maybe we should,

maybe we ought to just roll in there, okay?

What if just roll in there and we just,

just destroy that town completely?

How's that?

- You want me to blow it up, I'll blow it up.

I like to fight.

- But see, then you don't have to have a fight.

Because I know this area very well,

and I know where we can get an edge on that town.

- Oh yeah?

- Yes, I tell you what I want.

- You want an edge, I can give you an edge.

- Yes, I tell you what I want!

I want you to ride into that town

like a general, I want you to be a god damned general.

I do.

And I want to ride in there at night and throw 'em.

(laughing) - You are an asshole,

you know that?

(cheering) (rock music)

- The big man would kill to see this.

(laughing)

(honking)

- What's that sound like to you, Francis?

- It might be a car pick, Purdue.

- No shit, Einstein.

It sounds like a flat tire to me.

- Yeah, maybe some old guy with a hard luck story

wanting to talk to us.

- Yeah, which we don't need.

- No, not at all.

- Better him than us though, huh?

- Yeah.

- Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

- Oh no, we're not gonna shoot.

- You can't see that we're not

carrying any concealed weapons.

A bunch of bikers drove us off the road.

- Aw. (clicking)

Isn't that a shame?

- Hey, is this candid camera?

Are we on camera?

- Hey, Francis, come on.

They might be telling the truth.

I saw them motorcycle freaks on the highway this afternoon.

- If you guys could help us out,

we'd be real grateful.

- Well, it's against regulations,

and there's no way--

- I mean, like, we can't afford to pay you,

but I'm sure we could work something out.

- Francis, come here.

Francis, we got us an obligation here.

- We do?

- Look, come on,

the whole battalion's on maneuvers.

All we've got to do is cover for each other.

- Yeah, but Colonel Edwards is gonna have our ass.

- Ain't nobody gonna have our ass.

Unless of course we want them to.

- Come on, guys.

What do you say?

- I mean, you can't just leave us

out here to freeze to death.

- Just a minute.

- What's this, Katie?

- I want to show you something special.

(distant laughing)

- Well, it looks harmless enough from up here.

- It used to be a hell of a lot nicer down there, too.

Now it's just another town waiting to die.

- Francis, look.

You see that motto on that sign there, Francis?

- Yep.

- To serve and protect.

- Right.

- Well, those young ladies are in urgent need of protection.

- Yeah.

- And maybe a little servicing.

- Oh, okay.

- Come on, open the gate.

- I'll do it, I'll do it.

(playful marching music)

- Is this your special place?

- Yes.

I come here sometimes.

To paint.

Usuallyjust to be alone and to think.

- To be alone and to think,

that's the story of my life.

You know what I don't know?

Who are the good guys,

who are the bad guys?

I don't know what the fuck it's all about.

Oh, Jesus.

- You are the good guys.

You and Tick, and all the guys who give a damn.

And you don't need to be alone.

- Oh, boy.

(sighing)

(moaning)

(engine revving)

(cheering)

- Olly olly oxen free.

Hey, sheriff.

- What the hell?

- Hey, can my buddy Zero

come out and play?

Uh-oh.

Doesn't look like Mo, Larry,

and Curly done got me covered again. (mocking grunt)

- Can I tell you what a pleasure

it is to have you back again?

- Joe Bob's known for his down home hospitality.

It's gonna be a real privilege having

a man of your stature as our guest.

(laughing)

- Hey, bro.

Am I glad to see you.

Shit, man, I knew you wouldn't leave me behind.

- You are my main man,

I wouldn't leave you behind.

- You may be a bit of a psychopath,

but I didn't figure you for stupid.

- What made you come back?

- Well, you know sheriff, I got to tell you,

I took a real liking to your town, you know.

I thought maybe I'd come back here and party a bit.

I mean, I've seen all your women

giving me the eye something fierce,

and I just thought,

maybe I'd come back and service them all,

you know what I mean?

Let them get a real man for a change.

- Move, asshole.

Before I squeeze this trigger

and pretty up your face.

(laughing)

- Hey Zero, looks like we're gonna be

hanging out in there for a while, babe.

We're gonna have a little party now.

- Shit, I knew you wouldn't leave me behind.

- Hey, sheriff.

You mind if I use your telephone?

I feel like calling up my mommy.

- Don't worry about this garbage.

I'll take care of him real good.

(laughing)

- Joe Bob's gonna trash the trash.

- Give me a little head while you're down there, shorty.

- Ease off, Joe Bob.

There's something wrong here.

I'm gonna give a call over to the state police,

see if they can keep an eye on the rest of that gang.

- You feel real good there, asshole, huh?

(sputtering) You feel good, man?

- Ease off, Joe Bob.

Line's dead.

- You alright?

- Got a little surprise Zero, bro.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, tough man.

Come on you redneck son of a bitch.

Come on out here, boy.

I got a little surprise for you.

Hey, chump man.

Come on shitkicker, you dumb motherfuckin' ass.

Do it again, asshole.

Do it again, motherfucker.

Do it.

- Christ.

Vergil, get your ass out there and shoot that boy.

- Right, sheriff.

Fuck.

- Where's the sheriff?

(cheering)

- This is my town.

I rule.

The Savages fucking rule, baby.

I see you all you mice hiding out there.

And I told you asses I'd be back.

And I'm back.

(booming)

(screaming) (engine roaring)

- Where's my Billy gone?

(engines roaring)

(booming)

- Get over here, out of the way.

(engines revving) (screaming)

- Let's go fuck this town together, baby.

Let's move it out.

You all having a good time?

Nobody fucks with me.

Nobody.

(engines revving)

Move it out.

Point that son of a bitch right over there, let's do it.

We're gonna blow that god damn tower

to god damn kingdom come.

(screaming)

- Get out, get out!

(menacing music)

Ring that god damned bell.

Ring it!

(booming)

(screaming)

Hey preacher man.

(cheering)

Hey, I told you I'd be back, bro.

I'm terribly sorry about your tower over there.

It just kind of got in my way,

you know what I mean? (laughing)

(cheering)

Hey, citizens.

Y'all listen up.

I just want to invite you to the biggest

party in the history of the Savages.

(cheering)

But I've got a couple rules for this party.

They're real simple,

I don't want nobody leaving it,

and nobody inviting any god damned outside guests,

you know what I mean?

(cheering)

(all yelling)

So let's party! Let's fucking party.

(booming)

(cheering)

(somber music)

(gasping)

- Don't be frightened, my holy child.

You see, you're in the house of the Lord.

- Oh, I'm not frightened.

Not of you.

- You seek comfort, my child.

You see, God sent you to me,

to comfort me in my war against sin.

You know that power?

It's the power that made you stray

from the path of righteousness.

To wallow in lust and sin.

- I have sinned.

(snorting)

- Well,

contact with a sacred vessel

will purify you.

- Now you understand, I want a trim on my beard.

I don't want you to mess with my hair,

I just want a trim on the beard.

- Alright.

What's your name?

- I'm the Big Zero.

- The Big Zero?

Well, Mr. Zero, I'm a born again Christian.

People come into my shop,

I like to tell them about Jesus

and how that he can change their lives,

and make them happy.

I know you boys caused a lot of trouble around town,

and you know, if you just give your

heart to Jesus, you know--

- Let's get one thing straightened, man.

You don't want to fuck with me.

You understand?

- I won't upset you.

If anything, I want to put more love in your life,

because God loves everybody, and you're no different.

And I know you got a heart,

I don't care what you've been through,

no matter how much pain, he can heal it,

because he's the healer.

The word says that he's closer than a friend--

- You're getting right on the edge.

Just a little off the side.

- No, no,

no, no, no, come here my child.

- You weren't that good.

- I said, come here.

(laughing)

- I just did the preacher.

(panicked breathing)

- No, no, no, you don't understand,

you see, I was ministering to this child.

- He ministered the hell out of me.

- No, no, no, you don't understand.

(panicked breathing) You don't understand.

- You done real good there, Billy.

We'll call you, alright?

- It weren't no big thing.

(panting)

- Relax, preacher man.

Eh, you in hell, boy.

It's a natural thing.

Ain't nobody got to know about this.

Now, I know that you're a respected man in the community.

I wouldn't want to go messing that up for anybody.

- Course not, wouldn't want to mess that up at all.

(laughing)

- Why don't you shut the fuck up, man?

- [Reverend] Oh, God, no.

(panting)

Jesus.

- I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what, man.

I promise you, alright,

I won't tell no one.

(gasping)

- Thank you.

- Of course, you know,

you're gonna have to pay the piper.

(chuckling)

You know what,

I'll have you do a little thing for me, alright?

Know what I mean, hm?

Know what I mean, hm? (laughing)

- Yes.

(laughing)

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch--

- That's it.

That's it.

(Crunching) (gurgling)

(booming)

- Thanks a lot, man.

I wanted a fucking hair cut.

(engine humming) (crickets chirping)

(sighing)

- Good evening, Katie.

Mr. Stryker, I didn't see you.

- You weren't meant to.

- How can we help you, reverend?

- Well, as a matter of fact--

- They're back.

- Now look, this isn't easy.

We've come to ask for your help,

before somebody else gets hurt.

- Now you want our help.

What's happened to Agua Dulce's finest?

(somber music)

- Look, just for tonight.

By late tomorrow we can count on the Guard,

if we have to.

- These guys are slick,

they wouldn't come back unless they had an edge.

- Tick, please, before someone else gets hurt.

(dramatic string music)

He had a gun, he made me do it, Tick.

- Enjoy it, enjoy it my friend.

Enjoy it, this is gonna be your last victory,

because we possess the weapon.

A 90,000 pound, armor-plated, green killing machine.

No, come on.

I'm sure a warrior of your considerable experience

who's led so many other men to death

is prepared to fight his final battle.

So join me, all of you join me.

This night in Agua Dolce,

join me in hell.

(pounding) (groaning)

- Mr. Stryker,

Tick, I'm sorry, I...

Mr. Stryker.

Tick. (melancholy music)

Mr. Stryker.

(engine sputtering)

(engine revving)

- We'll be back.

(ominous music)

- They're talking about a green killing machine,

that's a tank.

And you sit here in a wheelchair,

talking about taking your daughter and your son

down there for a firefight

with 30 pyschopaths.

It's insane, it's suicidal.

- That mine shaft goes clear through the mountain

to the center of town.

We've got the element of surprise.

With my weapons and your fighting skills we can--

- Do nothing.

You're not part of the real world.

You've been isolated too long.

I'm not taking people I care about into a fight.

I'm not leading anybody into a

fight to the death ever again.

Not ever.

I won't do it.

(rumbling)

(cheering)

(mysterious music)

(engine sputtering)

- Dad.

- Ah, don't worry, it's a piece of cake.

You know the plan.

- Out of the way!

(cheering)

- You've got everything you need?

- Yeah.

I've got it.

- Go get 'em.

♪ His truth is marching on

(chuckling) - Look what we got here.

We got us Mr. Stryker's pretty little sweetheart.

How's your boyfriend, dear?

(groaning) (harmonica blowing)

- Hey, when you're through with this lady,

keep me in mind, huh?

- You woman enough to party with me?

- You bet.

- Get out, bitch.

Get out, bitch.

- Look out, here comes trouble.

(harmonica blowing)

- Just keep me in mind, huh?

- You fucking asked for it.

I will, I'll show you.

- [Katie] You ain't showin' me nothing.

- I love a good cat fight, don't you, boys?

- Kick her ass. (all cheering)

(engines revving)

(ominous music)

- What are you doing?

- We're fighting back.

- Hey, can I help?

- Yeah, give me some gasoline.

- Alright.

(all yelling)

(engines revving)

- Willard.

Willard.

- Tick, what are you doing in here?

- It's alright, you and Andy can come on in.

- They hurt Andy real bad.

- Yeah, I know, Willard.

They hurt Andy real bad.

Andy's gonna need an operation.

- Huh?

- Don't worry.

It's gonna be just fine.

(ripping)

- Alright, that's enough.

Tie that up.

- Now remember, Willard,

first you pull this cord right here,

then you start counting.

When you get to 10,

I want you to be far away,

you understand?

When you get to 20,

Andy is gonna go boom,

and kill all those bad men.

You understand?

- Willard understands.

They hurt Andy real bad.

Now Andy will get 'em good.

- You betcha.

Andy's gonna get 'em good.

(ominous music)

(clattering) - One,

two, three, four. - What the hell?

- He's a fuckin' nut, man.

- Five, six,

seven.

(cheering)

(thumping)

(screaming)

(ominous music)

-13, 14,

15,16,17.

(blasting)

- Aw, they blowed it to shit, shit.

- What the hell happened?

- They're dead. (laughing)

- Casey, shut the perimeter.

(suspenseful music)

(hissing)

(fire sizzling)

- Show yourselves.

- Come on out, you motherfuckers.

- Casey, check the perimeter. - A little of this.

(laughing)

(strings crescendoing)

- Suck on this, faggot.

(blasting)

- What the fuck?

(booming)

- Spread out, spread out assholes.

- You're gonna get yours, man, you understand?

(fire roaring)

- Fuck.

God damn it, this shit.

- Fuck, come on out you motherfuckers.

Bitch.

(gasping)

(speaking foreign language)

- Come out, the Savages want to play.

(speaking foreign language)

(engine revving)

- By Lord, the preacher man, come on.

- Get him.

Time to repent, my man of God.

(laughing)

(engines revving)

(clanking)

(fizzing)

(whooshing)

(booming)

(yelling)

(crashing)

- Judgement day, preacher man.

- Don't stop, keep going.

- No, no, oh God, no, no, please.

- Tell him to go forward.

- [Reverend] Wait, no, please.

- You god damned cripple, man, you...

Well you just wait there,

I got a little surprise for you,

just wait right there.

(engine sputtering)

- No wait, wait. - Hey, reverend. (laughing)

- No, no, no, no, please, stop.

Please, please.

- God damn cripple.

- You told me I deserved the wrath of God.

Feel my wrath.

(laughing)

- Turn this son of a bitch around.

(suspenseful music)

- I said turn this son of a bitch around.

Let's kill the motherfucker.

" Dad!

- Get down!

- Hey, your time's over old man.

Fire.

(booming)

(groaning)

(triumphant music)

My, my-

(engine humming)

Alright, back off boys.

- Let's do it to him.

- [Pigiron] Hey, back off me, Rat.

Everybody back off.

Back off.

This boy's mine.

(engine revving)

(booming)

- Fuck you, idiot.

(tense music)

(speaking foreign language)

(engines roaring)

- Go to the back,

and get me that flamethrower.

- Okay.

- Been having yourself a real good time, ain't you?

Well, that's good. (blasting)

- Rockets and cannons and bombs,

and that guy gets me

with a bullet that big.

(somber music)

(screaming)

(explosion booms)

- Help-

Help me.

(ominous music)

(menacing music)

- You're dead.

(tense music)

- Like the way that feels, boy, huh?

You like the way that feels?

You like that?

(somber string music)

(engine revving)

(upbeat string music)

(engines humming)

(tense music)

- Dog.

Get that dog.

(screaming)

(engine revving)

(metal squealing)

(wind whistling)

(ominous music)

(tense music) (engine revving)

- Surprise.

(laughing)

(engine revving)

(booming)

(grunting)

- Stryker.

Stryker.

This one's for you.

- Stryker!

- Stryker, we're exhausted,

you wounded my friend, the end is near.

Come out, Stryker,

come out my man.

You're gonna die.

Stryker.

(whimpering)

No, no.

(screaming)

(ominous music)

- You're a dead man, Stryker.

(laughing)

(screaming)

(engine sputtering)

Now, Stryker.

You took my Spyder,

you've got to play.

And after I play with you

I'm gonna stick it to your old lady.

Yeah, I think she loves me.

I'm gonna stick it to your old lady!

- Meatrack?

- Right, Spyder?

- Guess what?

- Right, I thinks he loves me--

(groaning)

You smart ass son of a bitch.

What are you gonna do, Stryker?

What are you gonna do, Stryker,

leave me here to die?

I'll be back.

(booming)

I'm gonna get you.

Just like we got that cripple.

(booming)

We'll be back.

(screaming)

Your nightmare's just begun--

(screaming)

No, no!

(screaming)

(wind whistling)

(peaceful music)