R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned

I know you ain't done yet.

You say you're all used up,

but I know you still got some gold left in ya.

What in tarnation...

Howdy, Sheriff.

Uh-oh! You got me.

Morning.

Daddy!

Look at you, sweetheart! All bright and shiny, like a living doll.

Give us a twirl.

Whoo! Is this the wedding dress? Can I have a sneak peek?

Don't be a cheat, Daddy. You'll get a full preview on our big day.

Very soon now.

Can you at least try and make an effort?

Angus, I see you made the return trip as well.

A wedding generally is between a woman and a man, Sheriff Pulsipher.

Yes it is, and I can't wait to meet that young man.

Okay, Daddy.

Listen to me.

In five days, Angus will be a part of this family

whether you like it or not.

What I'd like to see is he's man enough

to take over the reins in protecting you.

I mean, is he any good with a barking iron?

I want a husband, Daddy. Not a bodyguard.

You've taught me how to take good enough care of myself.

He's taught me how to dissect the words of Dostoyevsky

and he's introduced me to Dickens and Poe...

You're not even married yet, and you're already meeting with lawyers?

Daddy, stop it.

Angus is a good soul who does make me feel safe and secure,

but most of all, happy.

You're just afraid you won't be the number one man in my life anymore.

You got him well-trained, Charlotte, that's for sure.

I'm right here.

Inside.

Go get 'em, boys! Round them up!

It's the Samuels.

Hurry it up, ladies. I ain't got all day.

Anybody other than me comes through those doors, you shoot 'em.

Move it, move it!

Move it!

Daddy? Angus.

How happy does he really make you? Daddy,go!

You can come out now.

Go, go!

Move it! Come on, let's go.

Keep moving!

First time I made it on a poster.

Hey! I'm handsome!

Hands up!

Come here.

Stay down. Go!

Don't mind. Happens to everyone.

It's a crazy ride getting here.

See?

I just saw the most...

Beautiful, bright light you ever did see? That'd be Heaven.

Heading towards it is a good sign for your future.

But you haven't made it there yet.

Hold on! Hold your damn horses.

Did you say Heaven?

I've read your file, Roy.

I know everything about you

and none of it says you're hard of hearing.

I'm dead?

Mmm-hmm.

Charlotte? What about my daughter, Charlotte?

Uh, hmm... Negative.

She's dead. She's dead. (SOBS)

No, no. Negative is positive.

Negative means "not dead."

Negative means "not dead"?

That is very confusing. Change that.

But good.

She's got her wedding at the end of the week.

It's in two days, actually.

Come again?

You've been dead for three days.

It takes a while for upstairs to ratify judgement

and send a soul to where it belongs.

You got sent to us.

Welcome to the RIPD.

The "RIP..." What?

“D Stands for “department.“

The "RIP" is your standard "Rest in Peace."

I'm the captain of the West American division.

Name's Hano.

See, we generally only get soldiers, warriors and sheriffs

who dearly depart shuffled in here to us.

At least the ones deemed worthy enough

to serve on God's own police force in the ongoing fight against the deados.

The what—cs?

The deados.

Souls that escape their judgment and hang around Earth

like the bad smell they are.

Our job is to find them

and send them to where their ticket got punched.

Hmm?

Hell, Roy. We send them to Hell.

Heaven and Hell?

Whoo!

So these souls that escape their judgement in Hell

are what you call "deados."

Not yet. A soul, by its very definition,

is a spectral energy.

Disembodied, it's ineffectual.

To sow the havoc a rogue soul desires it needs a body.

Wait. A human body?

Exactly.

And once it takes one over, possesses it, if you will,

then it becomes a problem.

Our problem. It becomes a deado.

The more deados on Earth, the more unbalanced the natural order,

threatening all human life.

I think you're really gonna like this.

Whoo-wee.

It's quite an impressive candy store you got here.

Oh, hello.

Ain't you purdy.

That's a very nice choice.

Oh... No, no, no. I can't be unfaithful.

When it comes to What I wear on my hip, I'm a one-gun man.

Nothing comes between me and my Susie.

That's my gun.

I call her Susie.

I call her useless.

Especially against deados.

It'll stun them for a moment or two, kind of like a nasty snake bite.

This, however, more than does the job.

With a head shot, these bullets can exterminate a deado's soul.

And your own,

should the barrel end up being pointed in your direction.

Whoa. Good to know.

What's with the, uh, hungry snake?

The Uroboros signifies life, death and rebirth.

Deados may look like real humans, but after possession,

that symbol is branded on their torso.

This is a reminder to all officers

of the constant threat we're up against.

Right. Cut to the chase. Why am I here?

Roy, do you remember that total eclipse about a month ago?

Well, there was an abnormal rupture at a gateway near Red Creek,

an old mining town in Utah.

"Abnormal," because it registered with us as a kind of

hellish discharge.

I know an old quack back at home

who has a remedy for "hellish discharges," if you know what I mean.

Duly noted, but not What we're looking for.

You, however, know that terrain better than most.

You sign up, we'll get you back to Earth right away

to check it all out.

Now, that's a carrot worth the dangle.

If I get to go back to Earth, sign me up and count me in!

I know what's going on in that noggin of yours, Roy.

Everyone in your position thinks the same thing.

But revenge for your murder is not the mission.

Getting to Red Creek is.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

You're a dead man. Nothing we can do can change that.

Now, before you read and sign,

you should know the standard service term...

I already said I'm in. Let's seal the deal.

Oh.

Send me back.

You branded me like a damn steer.

Moo.

Now giddy up, cowboy. It's time to move.

Oh! Watch the bread box.

Sorry. People got taller over time.

We'd like to replace it but, you know, budgetary constraints.

The clock's ticking, Roy.

In two days, a blood moon will rise.

And in the Bible, when that follows a blue moon eclipse,

it can only mean one thing.

A hoot of a time for astronomers?

The end of times.

Hmm.

What the...

Oh, fancy.

OW.

That's the good thing about dying.

It can only happen once.