Twisted Metal

- I'm adopting you, son. - What?

Gotta keep your eye on the head.

Hey, Quatro.

You really do know how to drive.

I hope that we can team up again in the next round.

Acknowledged.

Quiet, I messed up real bad.

We can fix this.

Quiet made a wish, and I came back,

and I made another wish.

It was a simple mistake,

so I'm here to undo my wish.

I gave you instructions. One wish per car.

Drink from the well.

Everything will be taken care of.

Let's party!

And then one day, I got a job.

Eliminate everyone.

I'd never kill a kid.

We went on the run.

Vultures knocked me out. The kid was gone.

Where'd you get that? The thing in your hair?

I don't really know. I've had it ever since I was a baby.

Dave, you still eat people?

"Dear bros and brahs..."

Harold.

We're being fumigated!

- Aah. Quiet. - John.

Wakey, wakey!

Welcome to the afterparty!

Please pardon the low visibility,

but in the animal kingdom,

the most elite hunters work in darkness.

So finding your quarry won't be easy.

Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Before you is an envelope.

Inside your envelope is a name.

Eliminate that target,

and you automatically move on to the final round.

Mm-hmm.

I'm going to squash you like a bug.

Oh, fuck yeah.

We're going to kill the insider.

Acknowledged.

Don't let it be her.

Please don't let it be her.

Easy.

I'd move quickly,

because you are being hunted as well.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

Warning,

barometric pressure dropping,

radiation levels rising.

There are six drivers left.

But how many will survive?

This is the lightning round.

Oh, goody.

Quatro, go! Drive!

Quiet!

Quiet, please tell me you can hear this.

I can hear you, but I can't see you.

Are you okay? Where are you?

I'm in Roadkill. Where the hell are you?

I'm in Roadkill, like, an exact replica.

I knew he was going to pull something like this.

He's trying to turn us against each other.

Well, it's not going to work.

You heard what he said.

We take out our targets, which...

shouldn't be that hard.

John, I got the kid.

Oh, shit.

I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do.

Fuck.

There you are.

Suck it, John!

Shit!

John? John!

I'm coming!

You good?

I-I think so.

My head has an owie.

Grimm, you son of a bitch! You killed Harold!

You're not going anywhere, mate.

Relax!

We'll get to you two.

Aw, why am I the only one chained up?

Because you're the only one stupid enough to try anything.

Well, when you put it like that, yeah, of course,

To say I'm disappointed would be an understatement.

I've plotted out a beautifully wicked round,

only to end up here conducting a trial

for you ingrates,

simply because you broke my rules,

an infraction for which there will be

delicious consequences.

We didn't break any of your rules, man.

I'm talking about the blood spilled

in our dormitory.

Blood?

Whose blood?

Yeah. What could you possibly be talking about?

Dave.

Dave?

Dave!

Oh, no. Dave!

Dave!

What the hell happened to him?

- Nobody cares. - Well, I see a rope.

Seems like a classic suicide.

That just makes sense, right?

Case closed.

No.

You killed him.

No, I didn't.

- What? Stu? - No.

I didn't think you had it in you, kid.

You've been eating people in secret,

and when Dave discovered your flesh stash,

you killed him to cover it up.

- Stu! Goddamn. - Wait.

No, I am not a cannibal.

Then how do you explain this?

I didn't do that. I-I swear.

One way to find out.

If the teeth fit,

you're guilty as shit.

Open wide.

Aah!

A perfect match.

Stu, a murderous Cinderella. Who would'a thunk it?

Okay, yes.

I bit Dave.

But I didn't swallow, I swear.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I've got eyes on Raven. Get me closer!

Acknowledged.

Electromagnetic interference.

System error... error-error-error.

Hola, me llamo Quatro.

System rebooting.

Hello, where can I drive you today?

Target the bitch!

Pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew pew!

That's one persistent roach.

Where's a boot when you need it?

I see you, John. Back up's coming.

Axel power!

Oh, shit.

So that's when I went into the locker room.

And I saw it. He was going down on himself.

You know, S-ing his own D.

But it wasn't a D. It was an L.

A leg. Frostbite's leg.

I swear, Dave is the cannibal.

You can ask Mike.

He knows I don't eat people.

I don't know what to say.

Tell them I don't eat people.

Whether or not you found pleasure

in the taste of man is irrelevant.

Dave's blood is on your hands,

literally and metaphorically. That's murder.

And that's against the rules. No, no, no, no, no.

He was trying to kill me. But then he slipped,

and he fell face first into a hook.

A hook?

Well, bless your heart.

Yeah, like, for jackets and hats and...

Whoa, are we talking about a coat rack here?

A coat rack? Because I don't see a coat rack doing that.

No, just a hook on the wall.

You can go check yourselves if you don't believe.

That would be more convenient

than a coat rack, I suppose.

It was an accident, I swear.

Then why plant the suicide note?

Hmm? That's the action of a guilty man.

B-because...

Because Dave was Mike's friend.

And he was there for Mike when I couldn't be.

When I first met him, I wanted him gone.

And then when I saw how happy you were, Mike,

I didn't want to ruin your memory of him.

I believe him.

I do, too.

He's very convincing.

Same. When it comes to creative kills,

Forgive me, but they're not really your forte, Stu.

Honestly, it would explain why I found that finger

under Dave's pillow yesterday.

Yeah, I guess that would explain it. What?

Fine. Stu...

I clear you of all charges.

Oh, thank God.

And you!

Had you revealed that Dave was a cannibal,

we could have avoided this farce.