Boss, I need a bathroom break!
Please.
Dear Lord, help me!
Get the hell out of here.
Well, that's what you get for drinking on the job, Sloane.
Hey, Sloane, take it easy!
Sloane! Sloane! Damn it! Sloane!
You can do it!
Sloane. Sloane.
Uhh...
Dear God help us.
�� Hush, little baby, don't say a word ��
�� Mama's going to buy you... ��
He's so beautiful.
That's the ugliest thing I ever saw.
Don't worry about it, Tommy.
You don't have to look pretty to work down at the slaughterhouse.
What is that diseased freak still doing out here?
We closed for good now.
Uh, I think he likes it here, sir.
Isn�t no reason for that ugly beast to still be here.
Jess, we need to get that oversized retard the hell out of here.
We, sir?
Just you.
Hello, Hewitt.
We're shutting down the place today.
You know that 'cause I done told you.
Shutting down for good.
We ain't packing no more meat.
Isn�t killing no more animals so...
you just leave the equipment. You just get on home now, okay?
You got to go, I said!
You got to get the hell out of here, you dumb animal!
What are you doing?
Shh! Keep your voice down.
This is how you sneak up on 'em,
- how you catch 'em. - Catch who?
Gooks in the swamp.
Eric, the only thing you're going to catch in this water is disease.
- Chrissie, come on. - No, I'm not going in that water.
Consider it the last wish of a soldier.
Oh, no.
No, you've been getting last wishes this whole past week, G.I. Joe.
And you call yourself a patriot.
- You know what I think is patriotic? - What?
Me driving you across state to go to Vietnam. Again.
You going' all the way to Vietnam, baby?
No, honey, base camp's far enough for me, trust me.
Just try to relax, baby,
'cause today I'm going to use my tongue
in ways the Lord never intended.
- How's that sound? - Okay.
�� All right now ��
�� Baby, it's all right now ��
�� Whoa... ��
Mmm...
�� Let me tell you now ��
�� I took her home to my place ��
�� Watching every move on her face... ��
This may come as a shock to you, but most men
are into this kind of thing.
I'm sorry.
I'm just a little distracted, Bail.
I mean, I just keep thinking,
how does a person go back there?
You know, how do you do that?
It doesn't make him any more heroic than you, baby, okay?
Yeah, but he thinks I'm going with him, Bail.
Eric thinks I'm going to Vietnam with him.
Well, he's your brother, he loves you.
You know, he'll get over it, okay?
Just close your eyes.
Let me see your hand.
You're going to love this.
Can I look?
Yeah.
Eric, you got that from a Cracker Jack box!
Wha... I... I had to eat 17 batches to find the one I wanted.
How many?
- Two. - Okay, girls or boys?
One of each.
And what are their names?
- Bonnie and Clyde. - No.
- Come on. - Bobby and Janis.
And where are us and the kids going to live?
California. Right by the water.
Don't leave me.
I ain't never going to leave you, beautiful.
I'll give you everything you want, baby.
Starting with this.
This is what you're going to tell him...
you're going to walk right up to Eric,
and you're going to tell him that you're going to Mexico
and you're not going to join him in this stupid war,
no matter what some draft card says.
Okay?
Get your bony ass ready, soldier! Moving out at 1700 hours.
What's 1700 hours?
You better be getting some, Dean.
What the hell are you still doing here?
Go home. We're out of business.
You and your family are the only ones stupid enough
to still be living in this town.
Your kind belong in this shithole.
Operator.
May I help you?
You're going to have to speak more clearly, ma'am.
I don't understand. You're going to have to speak more clearly.
I'm your friend, Hewitt.
Come on, y'all. Look alive now.
Take one last look at that motel over there
'cause this here's your lodging for the next two days.
What, are you going to put mints on our pillows too?
I'll tuck you in special every night.
We're going on a road trip!
�� Hey well, I'm the friendly stranger in the black sedan ��
�� Won't you hop inside my car? ��
�� Got peaches, got candy, I'm a loveable man ��
�� Take you to the nearest star ��
- �� And I'll love you �� - �� Love you ��
- �� I'll need you �� - �� Need you ��
�� I want you, got to have you, child ��
�� Great God in heaven you know I love you... ��
So what are you going to miss the most?
- Hmm? - When you're gone,
what are you going to miss the most?
Fishing for compliments here?
No, never.
- She is fishing. - I am not.
Come on, tell me.
Besides you?
Nothing.
I mean, family and all, sure,
but Dean's going to be right there with me.
- Right, Deane? - Hoo-ha.
Oh, cool!
Don't you just love a man on a motorcycle?
It's like Peter Fonda in "Easy Rider."
- Hey guys, don't stare. - Coming up fast.
Y'all, don't stare at them.
Baby, they're coming a little too close.
Whoa whoa whoa.
Stop it!
Hey! Fuck you!
Hey, we better get out of here. Get down.
Hey! Get off, asshole.
Drive faster!
Man, what the hell's your problem?
- You okay, baby? - Yeah.
- You're all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Thomas in there? - No, he ain't here.
We got a... we got a situation on our hands here.
I just came back from the slaughterhouse.
That 'traded nephew of yours killed a man.
Now I'm going to have to apprehend him.
I thought you might want to accompany me,
help finesse the situation, as it were.
You know what else Jesse was saying?
Honestly, he tells me that you can bring a horse
to "organism" using your finger.
You believe that shit? No, it's what he said.
Who's the fool that tested that theory out, I'd like to know?
God damn, I wouldn't mind doing it.
But I'm just saying, a bunch of sore horses
running around out in some farm...
Anyway, staying around this town,
there's no more jobs, no more money,
no more food. It's downright suicidal.
And I'm the last bit of law enforcement that's left.
Hell, I'm moving to Michigan next week.
I often ask myself, "What makes a man a killer?"
I don't mind saying: You raised that retard right,
me and you, we ain't taking this drive right now.
You can't have a creature like that around normal folk,
- that's what I'm saying. - He ain't retarded. He's misunderstood.
Oh, shit, there he is! Jesus Christ.
You stay put.
I'll let you know when I need you.
Put down the weapon, boy!
I seen what you did back there, Hewitt.
This doesn't have to be difficult unless you make it so.
Just put the weapon down.
Don't be stupid.
I think we've got a problem, Sheriff.
Shit, I just killed the whole fucking sheriff's department.
Damn, I wondered what that felt like.
You really think you're something in that outfit, don't you?
Here's your pants. Supper's on the table.
Ladies love a man in uniform.
That slaughterhouse meant more to this town than them fools will ever know.
Just a matter of time now
before this town's overrun by bikers and hippies.
Most families have already fled.
Well, I say let 'em go.
Let them flee to the hills and the cities
that pollute our air, and our water and our minds.
Us, we're staying right here.
The ashes of six generations of Hewitt�s
have been tilled into the soil of this farm.
We will never abandon the place of our birth.
We're on our own now, people.
And alone
we will rise above it all.
People may not remember what we say here tonight,
but they sure as shit going to remember what we do.
Thanks to the good sheriff here,
we ain't going to go hungry tonight.
Matter of fact,
we ain't never going to starve again.
Mm-mm-mm.
Charlie, say grace.
Mama, I told you Charlie's dead.
It's Hoyt now, Sheriff Hoyt.
Lord, thank You for all this bounty that You've
provided for us here this evening. Amen.
Tommy, you come on in here and join us for supper.
Come on now, son.
Oh baby, look! Come on, can we stop at that store?
It's just like the one in California. Please?
Yeah yeah.
Come on, Bail, you'll love this.
These places have tons of character.
Y'all have some beautiful things in here, ma'am.
Okay...
It'll take you a little while to get used to things in 'Nam.
The people,
the smells, but...
But what?
You'd be amazed at the things you can get used to.
Um, is everything okay with you and Dean?
Uh, what do you mean?
Bailey, come on. You guys have been exchanging odd glances this whole trip.
Oh...
Excuse me, ma'am, can you tell me where the bathroom is, please?
Through the back.
Pretty.
But pretty only goes skin-deep. Ugly is to the bone.
Leave them be.
Come on, Bailey.
Look, we've been through a lot together.
Whatever it is, you can tell me.
Me and Dean are going to Mexico.
He's not going to go with Eric.
And uh, he's not going to Vietnam.
Chrissie...
- what do you have to say? - I say, go.
Get the hell away from this war, okay? Just cling to what you got.
Then why are you letting Eric go back?
- It's just in him. - What's in him?
- The war. - What do you mean?
Look, you do something long enough, eventually you start to like it.
Hah!
- Bitch. - Scared the tittles right off her.
God damn it.
Broke my mirror.
You think the girls are going to be all right
driving back alone after they drop us off?
Oh, I'm not worried about them, Dean.
Are you sure you got nothing to tell me?
Can we go?
You all right?
Yeah... let's just go.
You didn't even buy anything, baby.
Yeah, it was... it was nothing like the one in California.
I guess we'll just have to go back to that one then.
What are you doing, man?
- What the hell are you doing? - I'm not going, Eric.
What do you mean, you're not going?
I'm not going, Eric!
You think I don't hear you at night, man,
in your sleep, wailing from what you've done over there?
Now, how could you want that for me?
I'm glad Dad's not here to see this.
What, his son the coward?
Well, guess what, Eric, I am not like you!
All right?
I am not ready for this shit! I have no problem
with the Vietcong over in Vietnam or whatever...
What the hell do you think I'm going back for, huh?
- I'm going back for you! - Stop it!
You think you're the only one who's ever been scared?
You think I wasn't scared? You think I'm still not scared?
Shut up!
What does she want?
Pull over! Pull over!
Oh God. Jesus Christ, don't pull over!
Shit, she's got a gun, Eric.
Eric!
Shut up! Stay calm.
- What are we going to do? - Eric, she's pulling...
Oh my God!
Look out!
God...
Chrissie.
Buddy, Dean, Deane...
I'm going to get you help. I'm going to find Chrissie.
Chrissie!
Wow, man, I am impressed.
- Y'all are tougher than I thought. - What do you want from us?
Oh... everything.
How about we get this robbery thing out of the way, huh?
Fuck.
You play along, and I won't have to kill this fucking cop or you. Get up!
I'm glad you're here, officer.
Oh, I just bet you are.
Whoa!
Sir.
You sit down and you stay right there.
You kids okay?
Why don't you step out of the car, if you don't mind?
- He shot her! He shot her! - She can't move, sir. She needs help.
Sir, I can't find my girlfriend.
Get a grip on yourself, son.
Sir, I can't find...
Now, that was for your own good.
Okay, come on kids. Let's get out of the car now.
Sir, she's... she's really badly hurt.
Right, well okay, kids.
I'm going to ask you nicely one more time.
Get out of the fucking' car or I'm going to blow your fucking' head off.
Come on, you can make it. Ooh-ee!
You kids must have been hauling ass.
Look at the fucking mess you made.
Hey hey hey. Come on now.
I'm just here to help you.
Come on now.
- Go on. I ain't going to hurt you. - Sir, sir, please.
I'm not going to hurt you.
You fucking motherfucker!
See there? That didn't even hurt, did it?
There ain't no fire in this accident.
Which one of you assholes burned his draft card?
Get on over here, boys.
- Come on, get over here. - No.
God damn it, get over here!
Which one of you boys' name is Dean Hill?
Honey, you're name ain't Dean, is it?
I am, sir...
I'm Dean.
Well, hey, dean. Good to meet you.
You kids took one
big, nasty, giant shit
right in my backyard.
Now we do know that you're a coward, right, Dean?
I'm going to to give you a chance to die a hero.
All right, get her in there, God damn it.
I'm starting to think you like wasting my time, Blondie.
Hurry up!
- I saw Chrissie. - You did?
She's okay. Just don't say anything.
- Where is she? - Shut up.
Hey, Monty, come pick up this damn wreck.
It's about a quarter mile south of Hood�s place.
There's a motorcycle too.
Is having a dead biker chick ride shotgun proper police procedure, sir?
Honey, if that was your mama,
would you want me to stick her in the trunk like a dead animal?
I just think this is bullshit.
You got something to say about this bullshit, do you, Dean?
No, sir.
You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Dean?
Where is the gun?
You look through all this shit on the road?
Is that how we agreed you'd address me over official FCC airwaves?
No, "Sheriff."
Oh...
pretty little rascal, ain't you?
Don't you have to read us our rights or something, Sheriff?
Who in the hell put you assholes in charge anyway?
You see, that badge is the authority around here.
And I ask the questions.
And what brings you kids here?
Sir, we were just passing through,
on my way to reenlist, sir.
A doughboy. Hot damn.
I was in the army myself almost a year.
Marines, sir.
Six of one, half dozen of the other.
He, don't make no damn difference.
You look kind of young to me.
Where was you stationed?
Vietnam, sir.
Vietnam. Really?
You kill any commies?
Uh, a handful of gooks, sir.
Where are you taking us?
Where are you taking us, sir?
How was it over there?
Well, it's a... it's a different culture.
But you'd be amazed at the things you get used to over there, sir.
You don't say.
This the sheriff station?
No, it's Mama's house.
Oh! Don't even think about it here.
What are we going to do?
I'm going to kill this motherfucker.
Hey!
You kids best not be making a mess in my car or you'll clean it up.
- He knows, Eric. - What?
He knows you're not me.
- No, he doesn't, Dean. - Hey, Tommy!
- Stay the course. - We're out here!
Come on, boy, get over here!
- What is that? - Get the lead out of your ass!
Come on, big guy!
What is that?
Go ahead, get her on out of there.
Come on, private!
Oh my God.
I'm going to get us out of here, okay?
Dean! Stay with me!
I need you to be a soldier.
People are going to come looking for 'em, I know it.
You have made a big mistake!
Boy, are you dumb.
Nobody's going to miss those creatures, not one person.
Not now, not when they gone.
Let's see. Anything in here?
A bunch of shit.
Oh...
You little bastard, I know you've got more in there.
Come on, Tommy, ain't no different than the slaughterhouse.
Meat's meat, bones bones.
Get it done.
My daddy always told me
that if you want to be a good farmer you got to keep your livestock clean.
Clean goat is a happy goat.
What the hell do you want from us, man?
Are you happy yet?
Hey!
H... hey, help us. Help us down, please.
I don't get involved in his affairs. No.
Please, help me.
Please, please.
No! No!
Help me! No!
No!
- No! - Bailey.
- I didn't know. - Didn't know what?
I didn't know you were going back there for me.
Let's figure out how to get out of here, Dean.
By God, I'm going to make a soldier out of you yet!
No! Please, please!
Are you ashamed of your country, Dean?
No, please! No!
What do you think, soldier?
What would be the proper punishment for treason?
Just please let him go, sir. No!
I can't make out a word you're saying, you know it, asshole?
You're killing him, sir! Please!
No no no! Please, sir!
Isn�t nothing I hate worse than a draft-dodging hippie protester.
I'm Dean!
It was my draft card!
And you'd just stand here and let him die.
Sir, could you let him breathe, please?
Please, can you let him breathe?
- My apologies. - Eric!
Oh shit!
Well, so now you want to play soldier. Is that it?
Your brother saved your life.
I'm going to fucking cut your head off.
Yeah, you just keep sweet-talking me, dumpling.
Help me!
Back in 1952, Korean War,
yours truly was a P.O.W.
That's "prisoner of war" for you,
and I know what in the hell I'm talking about.
Used to be Sergeant Major Hoyt.
Back in those days there wasn't no rules.
No regulations like there are today.
You got captured, you had two choices:
You starve to death or survive.
Now, you had to eat. Rations were scarce.
So, well, about once a week
some poor soul was chosen.
Chosen?
You fucking idiot! I just told you we had to eat!
Isn�t you listening to me? Huh?
I'd say that's the ultimate sacrifice for your country, wouldn't you?
Why are you doing this?
Got to get you cleaned up.
We're going to have company.
You don't want to look dirty for company, do you?
Huh?
This is your lucky day!
Now what happens if you kids drive all the way up to Austin
just to find out that you don't even qualify to be in the army?
I'm concerned about your physical fitness here!
Now, doesn't that make you feel special?
Huh? Don't it?
Please.
That would be, "Please, Sheriff."
- You got it? - Please, Sheriff.
Hey, boy, there you go. I knew you could do that.
That wasn't so hard, was it?
How would you like to just stand right up here today
and just walk right on out of here, huh?
I'd like that, Sheriff.
Yeah, well, freedom ain't free. You know that, right?
What you going to do is 20 push-ups.
20 push-ups stand between you and freedom.
This shit is what heroes are made of, you know?
Well, come on, I'm waiting!
Let's get with the program, sunshine!
Come on, you can do it! Get those push-ups now!
No!
Shh, now don't cry.
Don't cry.
No.
No!
You shut your cocksucker, you son of a bitch!
One!
Whoa, that was a really fine push-up there. One...
Two...
We've got ourselves a regular American hero here, ain't we?
Three.
Come on, sweetheart.
�� Hush, little baby ��
�� Don't say a word... ��
Ow!
�� Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird... ��
Eight.
What's it going to be?
You're going to be the motherfucker who eats?
Or are you going to be the poor sorry motherfucker
who gets ate?
�� If that mockingbird don't sing... ��
�� Mama's going to buy you a golden ring... ��
Don't give up, Dean! Show this motherfucker!
Show me that you ain't as fucked up
as the rest of your useless goddamn generation.
Eighteen!
�� If that golden... ��
- Come on! - Nine...
�� ... Is going to buy you a looking glass... ��
Go!
That's only half of one. That don't count, boy!
Don't give up, Dean!
- 20. - Yeah!
Don't cry.
No!
- No. - I never had me a little girl.
Got more guts than I thought you had, boy.
I'm a man of my word. You're free to go.
I'm going to fucking kill you!
My money says he ain't going nowhere.
Stop!
Please, stop!
Stop!
Please stop!
Look... my friends, they...
they have my friends, okay? They're in a house over there through the woods. I...
Look, they have your friend. They took your friend.
I saw you both at the store.
He shot her. The sheriff shot her.
Show me where.
Weather has been so hot lately.
It's important to drink your liquids, you know?
The body needs to hydrate.
I got me some of that breakfast tea... that's what they call it...
and I fixed me up a batch of that
and I had it over a big fruit jar of ice with plenty of sugar.
And I had that breakfast tea for dinner.
Tastes like paradise.
Not a bit of difference.
Iced tea.
Yeah, iced tea.
You know what else is good?
- Iced coffee. - Oh.
Delicious. With them little cinnamon sprinkles.
Dean. Dean!
Dean, you did good. But we got to hide, okay?
Come on! Come on!
Do you have any idea where the hell we're going?
Yes, it's...
it's here somewhere.
Sometimes...
I just can't stop eating the little chocolates.
They're so good.
I put coconut in them.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Hoyt! Hoyt!
Come here! Hoyt!
Hoyt! Hoyt!
Eric!
- He's in here! - Eric! Get me out of here!
- Shut your mouth! - Oh, my!
He's here! He's here! He's here!
Help! Help!
There's keys over there on the counter.
Damn you! A man's home is his fucking castle!
- What the fuck are you doing in here? - Oh no!
Hey!
Find the truck. Go! I'll get Dean! I'll get Dean!
Unlock the door!
Thomas, Thomas, get up here! I need you!
Come on, Dean, come on.
Hey! Get back here, you skinny bitch!
No!
Come on, we're going to get out of here.
Dean, go! Go! Come on!
Shoot me, you asshole!
You're not a soldier! You hold that gun like a fucking girl!
Get out of my way.
You're not a candy-ass, are you, Sheriff?
Pull the fucking trigger!
I ain't finished with you yet.
Well... let's just go see if we caught anything.
Well well well...
it's a good thing you didn't go to Vietnam.
Something like this might've happened.
You don't like playing with me anymore because I'm a pussy.
That's what you said.
Well, my nephew Tommy ain't no pussy.
Maybe you want to play with him for a little while.
That's it.
Okay, so what are we going to do?
We? I'm going to get my girlfriend.
No no, look. What about my friends?
- What? - My friends.
Fuck your friends.
You're on your own.
You asshole!
Shit.
Dean, Dean. Oh fuck. Thank God.
What happened?
- Chrissie. Oh, thank God. - Oh, Jesus Christ.
- No no no. Don't! - I'm sorry.
Just stay still. Okay, are you okay? You're okay.
They're psycho.
Come on, where's Eric and Bailey? Come on.
In the house.
You need to go get help, Chrissie.
Okay?
There's no help to go for.
I have to go in there. You're going to stay here. I'm going to come get you, okay?
Okay.
Don't you think you're going to go anyplace, huh?
I love you.
No! Come on! You don't... you don't have to do this, man, please.
No! No. No!
No!
You don't have to do this.
You son of a bitch!
Fuck you!
Fucker.
Huh?
What the fuck...
Oh shit!
- Uh, he shot me! Uh! - Shut up! Shut up!
Where's the girl?
I'm going to blow your head off. Tell me where the girl is.
I'm shot! Shit!
How many times I got to tell you not to play with guns?
Oh, Jesus, oh...
Now look what you've done to yourself.
- I didn't do it. - Stop your damn whining, Uncle Monty.
Mama, get some towels in here.
Uncle Monty made a mess.
Sheriff.
Who in the hell are you?
- What do you want, boy? - I want my girl.
Take me to her or I'm going to blow your head off.
Okay, all right.
- Where is she? - Thomas!
Hey! Do not fuck around. Where is the girl?
Come on.
Help me!
Thomas!
Thomas, where're you at?
Eric, are you okay?
What are you doing here? You got to get out of here.
- You're... you're going to be okay. - How bad is it? Tell me.
- No! No! - It's all right. I can't feel it.
- I'm going to get you... it's okay. - Did he cut it off?
- It's okay. - I can't feel it.
No! No!
I'm cold.
How... how many?
- Three. - Boys or girls?
All boys.
What are their names?
Paul and Christopher...
and Eric.
Okay. Okay. It's going to be okay.
I promise. I promise, okay?
Take it easy. There she is.
Help me.
That's not her.
Shit, that ain't her.
You don't want to see the other girl.
Just shoot him!
You dumb son of a bitch.
Get him, Tommy, come on!
Damn it! Come on, Tommy.
This is one of those assholes
who used to fuck with you in the schoolyard, Tommy.
Come on, Tommy, get over here! Get that thing going!
Let's go, Tommy! Come on!
Crank it up! Let's go!
What it is, asshole!
Yeah!
You beautiful bastard, you!
You fucking asshole!
You son of a bitch! Coming' in my fucking house...
Oh, God.
You have to get out of here.
- No no no! - Get out of here.
- No! - Yes, Chrissie, please.
Hide!
What are you doing?
Don't. No. What are you...
No!
Thomas! Tommy.
Thomas, quit playing with your fucking dolls and get up here!
I'm glad you brought your little buddy.
Hmm, I like your new face.
Come on, Tommy, get up here.
Please! Please!
Help!
Please, please, somebody help!
Now this will take your fever down, all right?
See what you've done?
You killed that sheriff and you started up a whole whirlwind.
Mama, please stop your damn bellyaching.
Uncle Monty, I love you.
You know that, and I always do what's right by you, don't I?
And you trust me, don't you?
Yeah, I trust you. Just do something.
Take care of you.
Get in here, boy!
- Uh! Ow! - Oh, I'm sorry.
Tommy!
- Now, this ain't going to hurt... - Huh?
...much.
What's that on your face?
Mama, you get over there and hold Uncle Monty.
- Why? - 'Cause he ain't going to like this much,
that's why.
- No! - What the fuck is this?
Surgery. Come on, Tommy.
- No! - Oh my God!
Oh, bullshit. Look at that!
Now, Tommy, that's goddamn sloppy.
That'll get infected. Even him up. Come on.
- Huh? - What?
- Sheriff, no, stop! - No!
There you go. Nice work, Tommy.
What did you do that for?
Balance.
I'll get Tommy to wrap this up.
Please, somebody help.
Okay. Shh.
You're going to be okay, okay?
Shh shh, I'm sorry.
It's okay. You're safe.
They know you're here.
I'll have Mama throw on another plate for supper.
You... you can stay?
I think we need a little more garlic in this one.
Mama, a little more garlic in this one.
I'll go set the table.
Oh, shit!
It's okay, Mama. Just wash it off. It'll be fine.
Don't step on the fingers.
What the hell are they doing on the floor, anyway?
Good thing you keep a clean house.
I wonder whose tongue this is.
That's that fucking' biker.
�� Hush little baby, don't say a word ��
�� Mama's going to buy you ��
�� A mockingbird ��
�� If that mockingbird don't sing ��
�� Mama's going to buy you ��
�� A golden ring... ��
�� If that golden ring turns brass ��
�� Mama's going to buy you a looking glass... ��
Why are you doing this?
No talking until after I've said grace, asshole.
Now...
let's give thanks for the bounty that's been given us.
Bow your heads.
I was hungry and He gave me meat.
I was thirsty and He gave me drink.
I was a stranger and He took me in.
This family has endured through adversity and pain.
- We have endured. - Dean.
We have prevailed.
We will never ever go hungry again.
Amen.
I have a question for you.
One that involves the family tree, the...
lineage, if you will,
So I guess this one's for the table.
You guys fuck all your cousins
or just the ones you find attractive?
You blasphemous bitch!
This is redemption, lady! That's what this is!
Oh, you're all going to pay for your sins. That's right!
And especially you!
Mama... go take care of Uncle Monty.
You know what, Mama?
I don't think this one likes your cooking.
But who gives a shit?
She's going to be sucking her soup through a straw
for some time to come now, ain't she?
Come on, Monty, take a sip.
You got to have something to build up your strength.
Please do it.
Just do whatever you're going to do, you bunch of degenerates!
I will not have you speak ill of this family.
Come on, now, open your mouth.
No. No. No.
Set her free, child.
No! No!
No! No! No! No!
No! No!
Take that one downstairs!
No, you stay away from me, you fucking animal!
You get the fuck away from me! No!
Get your hands off me!
You dirty animal!
No! Dean! Dean!
Can't you see? Your friend ain't with us no more.
No! No! No!
Here we go.
Dean! Help! No!
No!
Hey!
Where in the hell you going, bitch?
She's going to tell them all what we done.
There comes a time when every boy becomes a man.
You motherfucker!
Now we'll see what kind of soldier you are, Sheriff.
One!
That was beautiful form, Sheriff!
Two! Halfway doesn't count, dickhead!
Three! Is that all you got? Is that all you fucking got?
Fucker! You killed my girlfriend!
You fucking asshole!
Fuck you!
My money says you're not going anywhere.
Fuck.
Chrissie!
From 1969 to 1973
the Hewitt family murdered 33 people across the state of Texas.
To this day their killing spree is universally considered
one of the most notorious and perversely sadistic crimes
in the annals of American history:
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.