[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
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[RADIO STATIC HUMMING]
[BOMB EXPLODING]
♪ And my world was red
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [NARRATOR] [INDISTINCT] was selected king, 1958.
[BOMB EXPLODING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [MAN] Today is the day they run [INDISTINCT] in Rome.
- [DJ] You're listening to K-LOST, home of the apocalypse.
The call-in question of the day is
who will be the new King?
I'm sending in an ICBM across the wasteland
for all of you on the yellow brick road to Vegas
looking for a hero.
If you find one, send him my way, baby.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- David.
[MAN GRUNTING]
[WOMAN GASPING]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[BUDDY SCREAMING]
[SWORD CLANGING]
[BUDDY GRUNTING]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC RUMBLING]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
[UMBRELLA SQUEAKING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[KID GROANING]
- What?
Float away, little butterfly, just flutter away.
I got a gig in Vegas.
And the wastelands ain't no place for kids.
[WIND RUSTLING]
[KID GRUNTING]
[KID SHOUTING]
- You still there?
[SWORD CLINKING]
Cross that line, kid,
I'll cut your little teddy bear in half
Last kid that crossed that line,
had to summon up the spinach monster
with my rock and roll magic.
Spinach monster grabbed him, pulled him underground,
made him eat spinach all day.
Rumor has it, kid.
He's still there.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
♪ I was so nice
♪ This morning
♪ Because [INDISTINCT]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[EAGLE WHISTLING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- All right boys, we kill him now or later?
- Kill him now.
- Later?
- No, we'd better wait till he's drunk.
[ALL LAUGHING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Nice shoes.
[COINS FLIPPING]
- Don't touch my guitar, man.
Don't even touch my guitar.
- Hollow body six-string 1957.
A good year.
See those cats over there?
Those cats are king material.
Going all the way to Vegas
- The only one going to Vegas around here is me.
- I know your type, buddy.
You ain't going to Vegas
Where you go, death follows like a blown out '52 Plymouth
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- Top Hat's put a big price on that guitar, Buddy.
But maybe you give it to us.
We forget we ever saw you.
Come on guys, pulling night isn't till Tuesday.
- Who are you fooling?
Maybe you were good once.
What are you looking at?
But now, everybody knows you're just a washed up rocker,
who can't tell a six-string from a shot glass.
You're probably not even worth killing.
But maybe we kill you anyway.
Nice tuxedo.
Nice tuxedo to die in.
- Nobody messes with the Pinpals
and gets away with it, nobody.
- Yeah, nobody.
[UPBEAT MUSIC BEGINS]
[MEN SHOUTING]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES]
- Pick up the spare.
- Should've waited till I was drunk, Gutterball.
[MAN GRUNTING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- I don't think he's drunk yet.
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
- Nice car.
Thanks.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
- Tag, you're it.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- You gotta be kidding me?
Well, what are you waiting for?
[GUN FIRING]
- Damn.
Guess it's not my day.
- You're it.
[BOY GRUNTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
- Beware of the Spinach Monster.
See you in hell, boy.
- It was him.
He was here.
- They were my best bowlers.
The one with the four eyes will be hard to defeat.
- What's the matter, comrade Death?
- You.
I asked you to kill one simple guitarist,
and what do I get?
Dead bald guys.
You four have failed me for the last...
Nice shoes.
[MEN GRUNTING]
- Another caller, can you dig it?
We're rockin'n'rollin ourselves to death
- Yeah, Werewolf?
I just saw death and he's looking for your number.
- Well you just tell that dark ugly dude
that my number is
[CARE ENGINE ROARING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC BEGINS]
[MEN GRUNTING]
- Not bad.
[UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
Thanks for the ride, kid.
- [REPORTER] Here we go, you're on the air with the Werewolf
the topic is [INDISTINCT].
Who will be the next king of rock'n'roll?
[KID SHOUTING]
[BUDDY SHOUTING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
Swell.
- [REPORTER] Listen up baby for a word from our sponsors
Are you a busy rock warrior?
Are you constantly plagued by small annoying animals
on the path to Vegas?
Call us to round up all your stray cats,
dogs and other furry creatures.
Can you dig it?
- Sounds like we need a ratchet, stray cat.
- Four.
Why, Harriet Look who's come to dinner
Why, it's Wally Fishbinder.
and his little boy Jed.
How the hell are you boy?
- So I suppose you don't have a ratchet in that bag, right?
- How the hell are you boy?
You've finished paying off that new Plymouth of yours?
I tell ya, I sure hope to hell
you didn't go to one of those boys on the lot.
They see you coming a mile away, ready to eat you alive.
Those Plymouth dealers will tell you
they're cutting you a break,
when all they're doing is just fattening you up
for the slaughter.
- All little Rusty can talk about
is riding in the Fishbinder's new Studebaker.
Oh my, Jeddy, you're just a little weed is what you are.
You're just getting plumpier every time we see you.
Come up here sweetie.
- You ever try a pink golf ball Wally?
Why, the wind shear alone on a pink golf ball
can take the head clean off a 90 pound midget
at over 300 yards.
- So, you don't have a ratchet.
- Can I get you anything?
Some coffee?
Would you like some candy?
Here, would you like some candy?
Can I get you anything at all?
Here, have some candy.
[HARRIET LAUGHING]
- Don't you think this is a nice family, kid?
Look, they're a little strange
but they're better than what's outside.
- Hey, Rusty's been looking for a new third base man.
You play, Jed?
- Have some candy.
Here you are.
It'll put some meat on your bones, slugger.
♪ My darling Lorraine
♪ You dance insane
♪ And happy like bubbles in A Champagne
♪ You're rocking the floor
- Bye Bye
- Bye Bye.
- [ALL] Bye bye.
- He looks nice and marinated, dear.
Slice me off a thigh, honey bunch.
Windmill people.
I hate those guys.
- Phooey, no breakfast again.
- Aha Ratchet.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Nice kitty.
- Hurry daddy, the wind's picking up.
Hurry daddy, they're getting closer
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
- Hurry home Jed, or you'll be late for school.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[BUDDY SNORING]
Watch your back Buddy, there's a storm coming in.
[WIND BLOWING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC BEGINS]
[KID SHOUTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]
[BUDDY SHOUTING]
- What are you looking at?
You look up at the sky, you look down at the ground,
but you don't look at me kid, got it?
And don't think this means we're still together kid,
cause we're not.
[UPBEAT MUSIC BEGINS]
[BELLS JINGLING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[KID SHOUTING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[MOTORBIKE ENGINE ROARING]
- [NARRATOR] Who you be [INDISTINCT]
tell me about the new king.
This is Death.
Hello, I'd like to make a dedication, please?
- Yeah, yeah, go ahead baby, you're connected with the Wolf
- To all the rock'n'rollers out there
whose guitar picks shall litter my path to Vegas
to claim my throne.
Soon, Vegas will be destroyed,
and a new song of darkness will fill the airwaves.
Hello?
- Yeah, let me blag this one out
for the duke of the dark side.
Watch out all you rock 'n roll mortals,
Death is on the line.
You got me trembling baby.
- Dropped something?
[MOTORBIKE ENGINE ROARING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[KID CRYING]
Wonder where I could trade the kid for a ratchet.
[KID CRYING]
What?
What, kid?
[KID LAUGHING]
[KID CRYING]
[KID LAUGHING]
[KID CRYING]
[KID GRUNTING]
- [REPORTER] Listen up callers, if you're still out there
on the road to Vegas,
you better get your butt in gear before it disappears,
cause Vegas is still looking for the king.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Well good luck, baby, cause you're gonna need it
If you're not fully stocked on your guitar strings,
ratchets and other valuable things,
take a ride out down to little man's warehouse.
He's got everything from plutonium to toilet water...
Located in the town of Fallout, 200 miles from Vegas.
- Please.
Please.
- Arrival
Arrival.
New arrival
Arrival.
New arrival.
- Got a ratchet, little man?
- Ain't no more ratchets here, homie.
Only paradise, you got a problem?
[MEN GRUNTING]
- I don't wanna rumble with you, little man.
I just want to drink off that nasty ass
toilet water you're trying to sell.
- Man, you didn't come out here for toilet water.
- Good point.
How are you with kids?
- Terrible.
- Great, you're hired.
Now, where can I get a real drink?
- Follow the yellow brick road, homie.
See you around, kid.
I got a gig in Vegas.
[KID GRUNTING]
- Do you think it'll be better in Vegas?
All the same, wherever you go,
it'll always be the same.
♪ Take me
♪ To the land of [INDISTINCT]
♪ When men take vodka shots and women are free
- So, heard everybody's after that guitar of yours.
What's it worth these days?
Free and a box of Crackerjacks?
Prom tickets?
A trip to Disneyland?
A hundred bucks?
You know, we don't get too many new guys around here.
A lot of King wannabees, on their way to Vegas.
Of course, not you.
You're the king, yeah
Exit, stage left.
♪ My love is killing me
♪ I can't forgive you
♪ The damage to my life
♪ I can't forgive you the bite mark from my heart
♪ But there is only one thing I can sense
♪ Don't call me Chris
♪ My name is Elvis
♪ I can't forgive you
♪ The bruises and guns
♪ I can't forgive you the scars from my nuts
♪ But there is only one thing I can't stand
♪ Don't call me Chris
♪ My name is Elvis
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[KID SNEEZING]
♪ I can't take anymore
♪ Do you know how it feels
♪ I am scared of her
♪ She loves me too much
♪ When she [INDISTINCT]
[KID SNEEZING]
♪ It sounds fucking loud
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[MEN GRUNTING]
[KID SHOUTING]
♪ My love is killing me
- Do you know who I am?
- No.
- - Buddy, Death.
Well, what do you know, it talks.
Wait a minute.
What's the rush?
Let's savor this rare moment, kid.
- Hey, four eyes.
They say you can kill 200 men and play a mean six-string
at the same time.
Is that really true?
Hey, I'm talking to you, old man.
What's the matter?
You scared?
You don't wanna be like me, kid.
Go home, start a family, get a picket fence.
And get a real guitar.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[DEATH LAUGHING]
- Stop playing around.
Now I know how to defeat the four eyed one.
His heart is his weakness.
- The boy.
- The boy makes him very uncool.
- Do you like the beach, kid?
Build sandcastles,
go surfing, get a tan.
I used to love the beach when I was a kid.
If you see any sea shells, kid, let me know
- What's a beach?
♪ Siberia
♪ Land of [INDISTINCT]
♪ Siberia land of [INDISTINCT]
- How much further?
- Hey four eyes.
I don't have a family.
This is it.
Hey, hey turn around.
You're a coward.
[MAN SHOUTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
I gotta get a new gig.
Let somebody else be king.
[KID SHOUTING]
- You can still be a good king.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
♪ Last night
♪ I dream about you
♪ And he says
- A '56 Chevy Bel Air can kick a '47 Buick Roadmaster's ass
any day, at least on the first quarter mile that is.
- You come all this way without saying squat,
and now you're trying to tell me a '56 Chevy
can beat a '47 Buick in a dead quarter mile?
I liked you better when you weren't saying squat, kid.
Go to bed.
- Buddy.
- What?
- I'm afraid of that Spinach Monster thing.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
- Hollow body, six-string 1957.
I know that sound.
[DEATH LAUGHING]
Good shooting, boys.
- Who are you?
- Death.
- Cool.
You here for me?
- You and every other rock'n'roller out to claim my throne.
Give me the guitar and I'll let the child go.
I hope you guys can play.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[MEN GRUNTING]
- Stop him.
[ARROWS SWOOSHING]
- Swell.
[KID SHOUTING]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[ARROWS FIRING]
[KID SHOUTING]
Spinach monster.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[KID SHOUTING]
- Let's hit it.
There are others left to kill.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[WATER DRIPPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
[KID SCREAMING]
- Welcome to hell, boy.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Tag you're it.
How do you like hell?
Loser.
I hate kids.
I really hate kids.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]
- Loser.
- Who do you think you are, a windmill?
Just clock the creep.
- Get up.
Hit me I dare you to hit me.
Come on.
- Cool.
- Child.
You are the victor.
You have been chosen by the windmill god.
And now you will be sacrificed to him.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- If I were you, I'd run.
- If you were me, you'd be good looking.
- That's not nice, get him.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
- Oh goody, another sacrifice.
Bow down before the great and powerful windmill god.
What, you're expecting someone bigger?
Hurry it up, I'm hungry.
- Yes oh mighty windmill god.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]
Bring in the other one, I'm still hungry.
- Swell.
Well I'll be.
Looks like I'm gonna make my gig in Vegas after all.
[WHEEL SPINNING]
- [REPORTER] Caller 22, you're on the air with the Werewolf.
- [CALLER] Hey, Wolfie I can't believe I got through
I never call these shows.
- Well you only have to get picked by the Wolf once, baby,
then you're hooked for life.
- Yesterday, I was out cruising,
these ruskie cats stopped my ride,
and asked to see my papers,
and made me sing the ruskie national anthem.
And I thought that was [INDISTINCT].
By the way, I think the King should-
- Yeah baby, this one's going out
to all you freedom fighters holding back the red plague
on the rock'n'roller's frontline to Vegas.
Keep the faith, baby, we're waiting for the king.
Don't let us down, you king.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- Here we go again.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
I'll handle this.
How much further to Vegas, comrade?
- No one goes to Las Vegas without papers.
No one, four eyes
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Okay.
Comrades, comrades, comrades.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- So this isn't going to be as easy as I thought.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
We skin you Americanski.
[MEN SHOUTING]
- This is my road, you are in Soviet territory.
No one goes through.
No one.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- The war is over, baby.
It's been over for years.
I'm the new rock'n'roll king of Vegas.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- So all you commies, step aside.
- I do not like rock'n'roll music.
It is too loud.
I like folk music.
Soft, nice music, uh?
Polka?
What?
Anything.
- I don't do polka, baby.
- No one rock'n'roll in Las Vegas
Papers, no papers.
Understand?
No one.
[GUITAR MUSIC]
- Come on.
[MEN CHEERING]
- Float away, little butterfly, just flutter away.
- Don't go.
- If you scratch my guitar, I'll kill you
- Don't go.
[MEN SHOUTING]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
- Why don't he just shoot him?
- [INDISTINCT] we haven't had bullets since '57
- Tiger claw, tiger claw, go, go.
[MEN SHOUTING]
[KID SHOUTING]
[SWORDS CLANKING]
[BUDDY SHOUTING]
[KID SHOUTING]
- Kid?
Kid?
- Buddy.
Buddy?
[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]
[KID GRUNTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
- It was him.
- He was here.
- Only one man could kill this many Russians.
Bring his guitar to me.
This time, no mistakes, or it'll be your heads.
Hit it.
- He's really pissed off.
- Pissed off.
- Don't let the four eyes reach Vegas alive.
- Vegas.
[KID CHUCKLING]
- Congratulations, kid, we made it.
- Vegas.
Vegas, Vegas.
- Freeze, sucker.
- Surrender the sword.
- And hand over the guitar.
- Or the kid gets it.
- Get him.
- Yeah, get it.
- You have an appointment with Death.
- Four eyes.
- Keep going, kid.
- Congratulations, you've been the only one
to escape my grasp.
- Swell.
- I heard you were an excellent player,
but you are much too naive.
You surrender too easily.
Relinquish what is mine.
- Looking for this?
Take it, it's yours.
- You disappoint me.
I only take what's valuable to you.
- You can't have him.
- Oh, really?
Then perhaps if you won't play for yourself,
you will play for the boy's soul.
[UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC]
Enough.
Stick him, boys.
[ARROWS WHOOSHING]
[KID SHOUTING]
[DEATH LAUGHING]
- It stopped.
Buddy.
[SHOES JINGLING]
They're coming.
[KID GRUNTING]
[SLOW MUSIC]
- Yeah.
- I've got an appointment with Death.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SWORDS CLANGING]
- Admit it.
You are weak and you've been defeated.
Now, bend before the ways of heavy metal.
[SWORDS CLANGING]
You were the last.
Soon Vegas will be all mine.
- Leave him alone.
- Is that blood?
Stupid child.
Stay back.
What are you doing?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
- He killed Top Hat.
- Top Hat?
- Nobody kills Top Hat.
- You've killed Death
- Killed him.
- Yeah.
- If you ever need a band.
- Call us.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪ On my way to Vegas
♪ It's the land of the free
♪ And will be rocking it all night long
♪ For all the world to see
♪ [INDISTINCT] you can just stay away
♪ And if you listen real closely
♪ You can still my [INDISTINCT]
♪ A looking around here
♪ And tell me what you see
♪ I've got a group of banbitos
♪ That are constantly following me
♪ And just I try to run and hide
♪ So I could get away
♪ Then I think about trusty Tod
♪ Just wait till you're hearing me
♪ You hear that six string player
♪ That's what we call one [INDISTINCT]
♪ So you better get out of it's way
♪ All right
♪ Some people call me a nomad
♪ But I don't care what they think
♪ I'm coming here to rock your town
♪ I'll be crowed the Rock 'n Roll king
♪ When the day becomes the night
♪ We can dance till the light of day
♪ So bring your dancing shoes along
♪ When you're here you might get your play
- That's a wrap baby.
[UPBEAT MUSIC]