All language subtitles for Christine Remastered - Horror 1983 English

Christine Remastered - Horror 1983 English

Holy shit!

Come on, Arnie.

He's coming! He's changing his shirt.

That's noise pollution, what you're doing.

You might as well be dumping
toxic waste on our lawn.

Hey, Dennis. I'll be right there.

Just leave it. It's okay.

Go on, it's okay.

Arnie! Your lunch.

- Keep it cold, there's yogurt in there.
- Right.

Slow down!

- You guys having a war?
- She's pissed

I'm taking Shop,
like it embarrasses her. My dad too.

It won't embarrass them when their Volvo
breaks down, you fix it for free.

- What?
- We were playing Scrabble.

It was between me and her.
We blew my dad away early.

At the end, I had this choice
of putting down "ratio",

for like five lousy points, or...

- Or what, Arnie?
- "Fellatio."

- For 24 points and the game.
- What'd she do?

She wouldn't let me. She won by seven.
She said obscenity's not allowed.

- I looked it up, and it's in the dictionary.
- You jerk, Arnie.

Jesus.

You know, Arnie, I was thinking...

No, seriously.

Now that we're gonna be seniors,
I figured it's about time

that we got you laid,
you know, like this year.

You need a girl to get laid.

What about Gail Justin, huh?

Oh, Gail "Just In Case"?
I don't like her moustache.

Fuck you. What do you care if you get
a little hair in your mouth, huh?

Okay.

- How about Sally Hayes? She's cute.
- She's a sophomore.

So what? She's a walking sperm bank,
Arnie. I know. Come on.

I don't think I have the minimum deposit
to open an account.

Are you kidding? You carry
your life savings between your legs.

Come on, Arnie.

I think maybe I'll just beat off.

Guilder, you playing football this year?

Yeah. Somebody's gotta pick it up
when you fumble.

- Hey, Terry.
- How's your gimpy knee?

- Better. Coach wants me to practice.
- It's about time.

I've been eating dirt with your name on it
for the past three weeks.

Hi, Dennis.

Oh, hey, Roseanne. How you doing?

I'm okay. They gonna
let you play football this year?

Yeah. Doc says I'm as good as new.

Then I guess I'll be seeing you out there.

I hope so.

Well, TTFN.

Yeah, ta-ta for now.

I wouldn't put that in my mouth.
Don't know where it's been.

- Get out of here.
- We know where it hasn't been.

Hasn't been with you, huh?

- Having trouble with your locker?
- No.

- Did you see the new girl?
- I just got here.

I'm in love. She's perfect.

- You know how fussy I am.
- I never noticed you were fussy.

- Drop dead, Cunningham.
- What's her name?

I don't know. She's in the office.
She looks smart.

But she's got the body of a slut.

Oh, shit.

- Here she comes.
- I think you'll like it here, Leigh.

Give me something for my lap.

We have a good marching band.
Went to the Rose Parade last year.

Not a bad way to meet boys.

I'd like to get involved
with the yearbook.

We have a terrific yearbook staff.
It won a prize last year.

So, what do you think about
admitting Red China into the U.N.?

- I think we already did that.
- Yeah,

but do you think it was a good idea?

She smiled at me.

I wanna have deep,
meaningful sex with her.

- Go get her, Bemis.
- Think I should?

Yeah. You've got nothing to lose
but your virginity.

Dennis, can you give me
a hand with this? I can't...

Yeah.

He doesn't have a chance.

I don't think so either.
She's much too classy for him.

- There you go.
- What did you do?

Lucky. See you at lunch.

Okay.

Hey, Charlie, have you seen Arnie?

- Yeah, he's still in the shop.
- What's the matter?

- Buddy Repperton has his lunch.
- Buddy Repperton.

Hi, Dennis.

- Come on, pizza-face.
- Look at him.

Come on, pizza-face.

You want it? Come get it!

If it's yours, why doesn't it have
your name on here anywhere?

Arnie "Cunt-ingham."

- Why doesn't it say "Cunt-ingham"?
- Just take it, Arnie, and let's go eat.

Yeah, that's all you gotta do. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

That's funny, Buddy. Real funny.

Go get Mr. Casey.

You wanna go for it?

- Put the knife down and I will.
- Put down the knife.

You wanna make me?

You got a knife, and he doesn't.
That makes you a chicken shit.

- Yeah, that's chicken shit.
- Oh, yeah?

- Put it down, Buddy.
- Yeah, put down the knife.

Just put down the knife, okay?

Just put it down.

Boy took a feather on that one.

- Come on! Come on!
- Get it, man! Get it, man!

Come on, Buddy, stick him.
Stick him, Buddy.

How do you like that, dick-face?

All right, break it up!
Break it up right now.

You kids, take a walk. Take a walk.
Get lost. Not you, Moochie.

- I ain't been doing nothing.
- You all right, Dennis?

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Real cute, huh? Three on one.

- They started it.
- Yeah.

- That's not true.
- Shut up, cunt-face!

Hey, you wanna shut your mouth?

I don't have to listen to garbage
like that coming from you!

What were you saying?

Repperton's got a knife.

You fucking liar.

It's a switch blade.

That's bullshit, Mr. Casey.
He's lying. I swear to God.

Cunningham

did Repperton here pull a knife on you?

Yeah.

Empty your pockets, Buddy.

Fuck I will. You can't make me.

If you mean I don't have the authority,
you're wrong. If you mean...

Try it, you little bald fuck,
and I'll knock you through the wall. Fuck!

You two go up to the office. Stay there.

Don't go anywhere else,
you got enough trouble without that.

Now, if you don't empty your pockets
right now, I'm gonna call the cops.

Go to the office, Buddy.

I'll fix you!

You're gonna wish
you were never fucking born!

So, all in all, it wasn't a bad first day.

Yeah.

- Think Repperton will try to get even?
- No, he's a douche bag.

He'll find somebody else to pick on.

- They kicked him out, you know.
- Good.

They kick Moochie out?

Probation.

Those assholes.

Stop the car, Dennis. Quick. Go back!

- What's the matter?
- I wanna look at her.

- All right. Calm down.
- Just go back.

Jesus Christ.

What is it, huh?

Do you know someone who lives here?

What?

Jesus.

Hey, careful, Dennis.

This is a piece of shit.

Well, she could be fixed up. She could.

- Yeah.
- She could be really tough.

Forget it, Arnie.
This baby's got 93,000 miles on it.

Probably 193.

I don't care.

I bet it won't even start.

She'll start.

You need these.

How much do you want for her?
I mean, whatever it is, it's not enough.

Jesus, Arnie.

Sonny, you ever owned a car before?

- Yeah, he owns a Mustang...
- No, I just got my license.

Name's George LeBay.

Arnie Cunningham.
What are you asking?

Start her up.

Really?

Jesus.

Her name's Christine.

I like that.

Come on, we gotta get going.

My asshole brother bought her
back in September '57.

That's when you got
your new model year, in September.

Brand-new, she was.

She had the smell of a brand-new car.

That's just about the finest smell
in the world. Except, maybe, for pussy.

When he got her,
she had six miles on the odometer.

God damn Roland went through hell
and back with Christine.

If your brother loves this car so much,
why is he selling it?

He's stone-cold dead, that's why.

Died six weeks ago.

So, Mr. LeBay

how much do you want for her?

I've been asking 300.

I'll make it 250 for you.

Two-fifty?
Arnie, this thing isn't worth 50 bucks.

The money's not important.
And no bringing her back here.

I'm selling this shithole
and buying me a condo.

You got a deal.

I'll get the pink slip.

Arnie, will you stop and think about this
for a moment?

- Where you getting the money?
- I've been saving.

For college.

- Easy for you to say. You have a car.
- He's screwing you.

You could get a decent car
for that money.

Oh, Christine is decent.

The guy's weird, Arnie.

He's fucking weird.

- So that was 300?
- Yeah, that's it.

- You said 250.
- Two-fifty would do it.

If this is such a good idea,
let's just come back tomorrow.

Do you realize she's 20 years old?
That makes her officially an antique.

Great. Great, Arnie, Darnell's junk yard
is full of official antiques.

Look, I'm buying her.
I don't care what you say.

Hey, your funeral, man.

Hey. Look, mister,
would you give Arnie a break?

He's a stupid kid.
He doesn't know what he's doing.

You don't know half as much
as you think you do.

Shitter.

You did what?

You did what?

She's outside.

Well, you're kidding, right?

You can't buy a car.
What are you talking about?

You're 17 years old.

Oh, boy.

Well, actually, you're wrong.
I couldn't finance it,

but buying it for cash
is no problem at all.

Registering a car at 17
is something else again.

For that, I need your permission.

Arnie, you know how we do things.

You could've consulted with us.

I've consulted with you
about everything I've ever done.

Everything here is a committee meeting,
and I get outvoted 2-to-1.

This is no meeting. I bought it, that's it.

It most certainly is not it.

And how could you have let him do this?

I didn't let him.
He wanted the car, and he bought it.

I tried to talk him out of it, in fact.

I doubt that you tried very hard.

- Yeah, well, I'm going home.
- I think you should.

I'm getting the fuck out of here.

- Arnie, what kind of language...?
- What did you say?!

What did you say?

You wanted me
in college courses, I'm there.

You wanted me in the chess club,
I'm there too.

Now, I've managed 17 years without
embarrassing you or landing in jail.

I'm telling you,
I'm gonna have this one thing.

You are not keeping any car
at this house.

Fine.

Thanks for the milk.

- What's the problem?
- Could you honk your horn for me?

- Christine's doesn't seem to work.
- Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Stall 20.

Stall 20!

Get it over there and shut it off

before we all choke to death.

Kiddo, you sold him that,
you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I didn't sell it to him,
I tried to talk him out of it.

You should've tried harder.

I knew a guy had a car like that once.

Fucking bastard killed himself in it.

He was so mean, you could've
poured boiling water down his throat

he would've pissed ice cubes.

Okay.

That's the last time you run that in here
without an exhaust hose.

I catch you doing it one time
and you're out. You understand?

Yes.

I'm gonna tell you something else
right now.

I don't take any shit from you kids.
This place is for working stiffs.

Gotta keep their cars running
to keep bread on the table.

It's not for rich-ass, snot-nosed kids
who wanna go dragging.

I don't allow no smoking in here neither.

You want a butt, go out in the junk yard.

- I don't smoke.
- Don't interrupt me, punk.

Don't interrupt me. Don't get smart.

- Sir?
- What?

Those men are smoking.

Better tell them to stop.

You trying to help
your buddy right out of here, Chuck?

No.

Then shut your pie hole.

I know a creep when I see one.

I think I'm looking at one right now.

You're on probation, you get it?

Screw around one time, I don't care
how much money you've paid

I'll throw you out on your ass.
You got it?

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
- Come on.

Good.

Now, get the hell out of here.
We're closed.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, you gotta find yourself some
other charity besides me and Christine.

What is it about that car, huh?

I don't know.

Maybe, for the first time in my life, I've
found something that's uglier than me.

And I know I can fix her up.

You're not ugly, Arnie.

I know what I am.

Queer, maybe, but not ugly.

Fuck you.

Arnold?

Bug out, Dennis. You don't need this shit.

Where have you been?

You had us worried sick.
You don't just drive off whenever you...

He's done all this shit in three weeks.

Look how cock-eyed he works, Pepper.

He's got fucking
brand-new wind shield wipers,

for a busted wind shield.

Well, the boy does have good hands.

Good hands.

Bad taste in cars.

You know, Pepper

you can't polish a turd.

You know

when I said you could scrounge
through the shit pile out back

I didn't mean you could build
your whole fucking car with my stuff.

What do you care? I mean,
you're not doing anything with it.

Hey, don't think you got
the gold key to the crapper.

Nobody takes advantage of me,
you understand?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

If it wasn't for me, it'd cost you a shit
pile of dough to put this heap together.

I know. I know.

Look

I know you ain't exactly got money
falling out of your asshole.

If you did, you wouldn't be here.

Maybe we could work out
some kind of a deal.

You

pick up around the place.

Do a few lubes.

Put the toilet paper on the little spools.

Shit like that.

Do that and you can...

You can raid my junk pile
for whatever you want.

I might even throw in a few bucks.

I'll have to think about it.

Well, don't think about it too long,
I'll throw you out on your fucking ass.

I'll bet you a dollar she says no.

Just because she shot you down?

She says no to everybody.

Look what she's doing to that pencil.

I wish I was an eraser.

- Go on, studly, ask her out.
- Mind your own business. Just read.

Yeah, come on, Guilder.
Just don't tip the table over.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, what are you reading?

History.

It's pretty boring, huh?

Yeah.

Listen, do you like music?

What about dancing?

Yes.

You think maybe, you might...?

You might wanna
go out dancing with me

like, maybe this Friday night,
after the game?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Why not?

I have a date.

Mr. Guilder, are you lost?

No, ma'am.

Why don't you return to your own seat
and get back to work?

Yeah.

Arnie, stay here so we can talk this over.

This isn't a hotel you can drop in
and out of whenever you feel like it.

- I don't need this.
- What do you need?

- I need to leave. I'm late.
- You come back here this instant! Arnie!

- Hey, Arnie.
- Oh, shit.

Greetings to you too.

Hey, man, no glasses.
You're looking good.

I can't make it.
I meant to call you, but I forgot.

- Okay.
- Ls Dennis going with you?

Are you going with him?

- Am I?
- No.

Gotta do an errand for Darnell.

- You need a ride?
- Got his car. Thanks, though.

Look, I'm sorry about the movie,
but this is work. Gotta go.

Don't worry about it.

Did you have plans with Dennis?

Arnold Cunningham, you're going
to find yourself with no friends

- if you keep treating people this way.
- Get off my back!

You're his best friend. What's going on?

I don't know.
I mean, I hardly see him any more.

Neither do we.

Yeah.

Ever since he bought that car,
he's been obsessed with it.

And you know what else?

When we signed
the registration papers at town hall

they told us

the man who owned that car last

died in it,
of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Jesus.

Does Arnie know?

Arnie doesn't know anything any more.

What the hell do you want?

I know about your brother.

I know he died,
choking on exhaust fumes.

You don't know shit, kid.

My brother died because he wanted to.

He ran a rubber hose
from the exhaust pipe.

Arnie would've never bought that car
if he'd known somebody died in it.

Either you're dumber than you look,
or you don't know your friend well.

He had the same look in his eye
my brother always had.

Probably the only thing my brother ever
loved in his whole rotten life was that car.

No shitter ever came between him
and Christine. If they did, watch out.

His 5-year-old daughter choked to death
in her. He wouldn't get rid of her.

Just rode around, the radio blaring,
not a care except for Christine.

Only time I interfered with it
was when Rita killed herself.

- Who's Rita?
- His wife.

He didn't care a rat's ass about her.
She died the same way he did.

Then I made him get rid of it,

for decency, you know?

- The car came back three weeks later.
- What do you mean, "came back"?

All right, 50 pass on go.

- Fifty pass on go. Ready?
- Break!

Hey, Brian, you want me to go...?
You want me to go deep or flat?

Hang out in the flat, and I'll hit you
on the second shot coming around.

Hey, Trelawney

- is that Cunt-ingham's car?
- Yep.

I know where he keeps it.

Set! Go!

Yeah, son of a bitch, yeah!

- Shit.
- Yeah!

Get a stretcher! Come on.

Hey, Arnie.

Five thousand dirty limericks.

Ought to keep you busy for a while.

This is the third time I've come by.

Must be dynamite drugs,
you're always asleep.

It doesn't quite kill the pain.

You know, Rockbridge hasn't won
a game since you got hurt.

Guess that makes you
some kind of hero, right?

They tell you that I'm not gonna be
playing football again? Ever.

Doctor said that one...
One centimetre more,

and I would've been paralysed
from the waist down.

Shitters did some job on you, huh?

So, what's this about...?
About you and Leigh Cabot?

We like each other okay.

Listen to Mr. Cool.

She happens to be
the most beautiful girl in the school.

Well, it's not what you think.

You know, I really respect her mind,

and she lusts after my body.
What can I say?

Fuck you.

Yeah.

I saw you guys at the football game.

How'd you ever get that car
fixed up like that?

Oh, just plain, old-fashioned hard work.

I still can't keep her at home.

Mom says it makes
the yard look crowded.

- I'm surprised they let you register it.
- Told them if they didn't

I'd drop out of school.

You serious?

They just don't want me to grow up.
Then they'd have to face getting old.

Has it ever occurred to you

that part of being a parent

is trying to kill your kids?

See you around, pal.

I'm sorry, Arnie, I can't. I'm sorry.

What's the matter? What's wrong?

I can't. Here.

In that car.

What are you talking about? Why not?

Because I hate that car.

I mean, you care more about that car
than you care about me.

That's crazy, Leigh.

Who do you spend more time with?

Look

you're gonna get a cold. Come on.

Come on.

I thought girls were supposed
to be jealous of other girls, not cars.

This car's a girl.

Oh, please.

Cut it out. Don't.

What?

Don't like me slapping your girl?

It seems like nobody likes my car
these days.

Oh, shit.

Leigh. Leigh!

Leigh!

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

You get your god damn hands off her!

Hey.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, I'm fine now.

You scared the hell out of me.

Then get rid of that car.

I'm not going in that car again.

Wait a minute. Don't you blame
your choking on Christine.

It happened, Arnie.

When I choked, something happened.

The radio came on.

- Everything got bright.
- So, what are you saying?

I could've died
and you didn't even help.

- My door was locked.
- You didn't want that man to help me.

I thought he was attacking you.
I could've done the Heimlich manoeuvrer.

But you didn't!

And there are other things.

That radio

all it gets are those old songs.

And sometimes when we're making out,
it just stalls.

As if the car were jealous, Arnie.

A god damn car!

Leave it alone. I'll get it.

You know what I think?

I think you're just sexually frustrated.

Look, Leigh

I'm sorry. Okay?

Can I at least call you tomorrow?

I don't know.

Come on.

Come on, Christine.

Come on, baby, please.

It's all right. Everything is the same.

Okay.

Check this out!

Come on.

Now, I'll just be a second.

I just gotta get my
wallet out of Christine.

You wanna come in with me?

Please.

Okay.

You know, I've been thinking.

Maybe we should apply
to the same colleges next year.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, that way, if we get accepted
by the same schools

we could take it as a sign of fate.

You'd have me to help you through
the maths courses and, you know, if I

Arnie, what's wrong?

Arnie.

Arnie.

Who did this?

Arnie?

Don't touch me, shitter!

This is just what you wanted, wasn't it?
Get away from her! Get away from her!

Arnie, I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Yes.

L5'

- That is, we...
- It's your fault.

If you hadn't been so selfish,
you wouldn't let me park my car

in your precious driveway,
this never would've happened.

Arnie, that's not fair.

Oh, it's fair.

Can't we even talk about this

like rational human beings?

One of them took a shit
on the dashboard, Ma.

Now, how's that for rational, huh?

Why don't we...?

Your mother and I have decided
to help you buy a new car.

Well, that's what everybody wants,
isn't it?

Well, fuck you.

I'm fixing up Christine.

Listen, you've been disrespectful to us
once too often!

You go apologize to your mother.

Hey, take your mitts off me,
motherfucker.

I'm hitting the sack.

We'll make it better, huh?

Can't hurt us any more.

Not if we work together.

We'll show those shitters
what we can do.

Okay.

Show me.

Hey, Cunningham.

Is that you, Cunningham?

Hey, you ain't mad, are you?

Oh, shit.

You're a dead man now.

Where have you been, asshole?

You hear about what happened
to Moochie?

Yeah.

Almost makes you feel sorry
for the little bastard.

- How's Christine coming?
- Oh, cherry.

I spent a shitload of money on her
and she's perfecto now.

That's funny, you know,
because I heard she was totalled.

Well, after I cleaned up
the broken glass, it wasn't so bad.

Bet you a hundred bucks

it was Buddy Repperton.

Maybe.

So, what if you...?

You fix it up and he just does it again?

He won't do it again.

What does that mean?

Man, I gotta go.

I hope you didn't think
I could hang around here all day.

Yeah, that's you, Arnie,
always in demand.

Stay loose.

You know it.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Lean machine.

They let you out early?

Yeah, that's right.

Arnold Cunningham.

I'm Rudolph Junkins,
state police, detective.

I'm just missing a study hall.
I gotta get to work.

No, I don't care about that.
I wanna ask about your car.

You do nice bodywork, Arnie.
I thought this thing was totalled.

- Who told you that?
- Why, hell, everybody.

Local police, your mum and dad,
your girl. Cute girl, by the way.

It wasn't anywhere near as bad
as it looked.

No?

The report said
they punched holes in the body.

Damned if I can see the fill.

Well, you can if you look.

It's... It's right over there.

And back here.

I've been lucky with parts.
I replaced the entire door on this side.

- Oh, yeah?
- See where the paint doesn't match?

Nope.

A hell of a job.

- Hell of a job, Arnie.
- Well, thank you very much.

Okay. So, what do you want, huh?

I really like this shade of red.
Didn't think they made this any more.

- They still make this shade?
- Well, they must.

- I mean, I bought it, didn't I?
- Where?

- Baker Auto, out on Route 5. Okay?
- You still got the receipt?

Tossed it out.

You know, it's funny... Cigarette?

No, thanks.

Usually, when somebody trashes a car,
we get photos.

Wait, wait, wait.
They didn't really trash it, okay?

Well, that's not what Leigh said.

She was so shaken up
giving me all the details

she broke down crying.

I understand

one of the perpetrators defecated
on the dashboard.

I would've thought
you'd be madder than hell.

I would've thought
you would've reported that.

Shit wipes off.

Moochie Welch kind of got wiped off too,
didn't he?

I don't know.

- You don't know?
- No.

Scout's honour?

I'm not a Scout.

The kid was cut in half. They had
to scrape his legs up with a shovel.

Isn't that what you're supposed
to do with shit

scrape it up with a little shovel?

Don't get smart with me, son.

Your girlfriend is a lot more convincing
than you are.

She's not my girlfriend.

And since when is it against the law
to fix up your own car

when somebody else busts it up, huh?

Since never.

Then you get off my back.

Okay.

Hello.

Hi, Leigh.

Look, I need to talk to you.
I need to see you.

Arnie, I care about you.

Look, I love you, Leigh.

I think we deserve one more try.

Don't you?

Will you give me a fucking yes or no?!

Arnie, please don't do this to me.

Just be straight with me, okay?
You've had it, right?

Well, fuck you, bitch!

Leigh? Leigh? Leigh...

Wanna do the honours, Monsieur?

- I'd love to bring her along.
- Sure.

- She can earn her way.
- Bullshit.

Let's get Vandenberg.

Baby.

Asshole.

Watch this.

Let's give this asshole
some of his own medicine.

He's backing up too.

Some shithead's following me!

I just hope he comes in here!

- Is that Cunningham?
- Can't be.

Look at my car.

Come on, prick! We're not finished yet!

Come on!

Hello, Henry, this is Will.

Listen, Cunningham get there?

Is the order okay?

Good.

Listen, he was driving my Caddy,
wasn't he?

Good. Yeah, take it easy.

Okay, Jack

come on out.

The ride is over.

If I'm gonna have to come in
and get you

I'm gonna get you.

Now, why don't you do us both a favour?

Come on out.

All right.

All right.

- What's going on?
- You tell me.

- Where were you last night?
- Home. What are you doing to my car?

You didn't go out at all?

Of course I went out. I got Darnell's car
out front, with a load of parts.

- You want the receipt?
- Yeah.

How come you're showing up just now?

Why didn't you unload the stuff
last night?

Because I was tired, that's why.

If you don't believe me,
you can ask my mother.

Why do you keep butting into my life?

Because we found your boss,
Will Darnell, dead, in your front seat

with a shotgun by his side.

- Why?
- I was hoping you could answer that.

Somebody saw your car cruising
behind Buddy Repperton last night.

He's dead too.

So are Don Vandenberg
and Richard Trelawney.

Guess nobody will be trashing
your car any more.

Well, all I know...

All I know is, I got a Cadillac full of
parts, and I'm supposed to be at school.

We'll take care of the Caddy.
I don't want you touching it.

Honest, Mr. Junkins, I don't know
what's going on. I swear, I don't.

May I please speak to Dennis?

It's a girl.

Hello.

Hey, Leigh. Happy New Year.

Can I come over there?
I need to talk to you.

What, about Arnie?

About Christine.

Okay.

You first.

I'm afraid for Arnie.

I thought this was about Christine.

What do you know about that car?

I know that the guy
who owned the car before Arnie...

Yeah?

His daughter choked to death
in Christine.

How do you know that?

LeBay's brother sold Arnie the car.
The guy's a jerk.

- He just came out and told me.
- I think I was supposed to be next.

Come on, Leigh.

Arnie would never do that.

Not in a million years, okay?

I don't think he's Arnie, Dennis.

It's that car.

I swear, it's the car.

Maybe.

I'm going to Arnie's for New Year's

- Dennis, I wouldn't.
- No, it's okay.

We do it every year.
His folks are gonna be there. I just

I just figured that if I get him alone,
he'll talk to me.

- What if he doesn't?
- What do you mean?

I don't know. I mean, what if...?
What if that car doesn't let him?

Then we destroy it.

Hey, my man,
you're really operating those babies.

Yeah, I manage.

I see we got the old rust bucket tonight.

You wanna watch what you call my car?

She's real sensitive.

Is she?

Sorry, Christine.

Good boy.

Let's motivate.

Well, have a beer. Don't be shy.
My car's your car.

A toast.

Death to the shitters of the world in 1979.

Come on, Arnie, I can't drink to that.

What can you drink to?

What about to us?
You know, to friendship?

Friendship. Right, that's good.
That's real good.

Hey, Dennis.

- Come on!
- I want you to see this.

I want you to see this.
This is great alignment.

You just don't see this any more.

Don't be scared.

I'm scared for you,
for what's happened to you.

It's this fucking car.

I know you're jealous.

We'll always be friends,
as long as you stick with me.

And you know what happens
to shitters who don't.

No. What does happen?

Well, let's not kid each other, Dennis.

Who are the shitters?

All of them.

Arnie

Leigh is on your side.

- Oh, yeah?
- She cares a lot about you.

She does.

Yeah.

Don't you like this beer?
Thought you liked beer.

Did you hear what I just said?

Let me tell you
a little something about love.

It has a voracious appetite.

It eats everything.

Friendship, family.

It kills me how much it eats.
But I'll tell you something else.

Feed it right, it can be a beautiful thing,
and that's what we have.

When someone believes in you,
you can do anything in the universe.

When you believe right back
in that someone, watch out, world!

Because nobody can stop you.
Nobody, ever!

And you feel this way about Leigh?

What? Fuck, no.

I'm talking about Christine.

No shitter ever came
between me and Christine.

Now, you watch this!

Oh, shit.

Chicken shit!

Oh, man, there is nothing finer

than being behind the wheel
of your own car.

Except, maybe, for pussy.

Hey.

It's kind of spooky in here, huh?

Looks like they cleaned out
the whole place.

Jesus.

That's where he used to keep it.

Down there.

Yeah.

We better get started.

Yeah!

What do you think?

Let's try it.

Christine's gonna come through the door.

You better get in the office
and stay out of sight.

Once she gets inside, hit the button
and bring the door down.

Then we'll have her trapped.

What if he doesn't come?

Christine will.

You better get in the office.

Keep your head down.

When you hear me start this thing up,
reach out and hit the button.

Leigh!

Leigh, don't move! Stay where you are!

You shitters!

God damn it.

Fuck, what a mess.

Arnie's dead.

Leigh!

Hey, are you okay?

I think so.

No.

I wouldn't feel so bad if I were you.
You two are heroes, you know.

Yeah.

A real hero could have saved Arnie.

We didn't do so hot.

Hey, some things can't be helped.

Some people too.

Yeah.

God, I hate rock 'n' roll.