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(OMINOUS MUSIC)
MAN: Bet you're
gonna like it here.
WOMAN: I intend to.
And you're gonna
write a book here?
My first novel.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(MOTOR BUZZING)
(GUYS CHEERING)
(THUDDING)
What are you guys doing?!
(WHIMPERING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Relax, damn it!
(YELLING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
Suck it!
You're gonna die if
you don't suck it!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Leroy
from Montgomery, Alabama,
what say you?
LEROY: Miss Hills.
MISS HILLS: Hi, Leroy.
You can call me Jennifer.
LEROY: Hi, Jennifer.
You describe in your book how
just two weeks after the
horrible assault on you,
you seduced the mentally
retarded Matthew
to have intercourse
with you in the woods.
Then you lured Johnny,
the leader of the gang,
to have sex with
you in the bathtub.
Those low-lives beat
the hell out of you,
they savagely raped
and sodomized you
and then left you for dead.
How could you chose to give
them, how shall I put it,
the ultimate pleasure of
life before you killed them?
JENNIFER: I wanted them
to be as vulnerable as I was
when they assaulted me.
Naked, defenseless and helpless.
And then, to strike them
at their supreme moment.
LEROY: Supreme moment?
Oh, you mean...
JENNIFER: Yes.
At the peak of their orgasm.
LEROY: And boy, oh boy,
did you make them pay.
(LAUGHING)
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Reverend James Motley,
you're on America's number
one radio talk show.
Go ahead, Reverend.
(PHONE RINGING)
REVEREND: Miss Hills,
(phone ringing)
me and my parishioners
question why,
after all the horrible
things they did to you,
you let your body come again
in touch with those sinners.
JENNIFER: You mean, Reverend,
why was I willing
to desecrate it?
Voluntarily, that is.
(PHONE RINGING)
REVEREND: Precisely.
(phone ringing)
JENNIFER: As you
can imagine, Reverend,
(PHONE RINGING)
I did not have the physical
strength of my rapist.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: We are
here with Jennifer Hills,
discussing her
controversial book...
(STUTTERING)
Hello?
Hey, Herman,
are you listening?
Do you hear me, Herman?
Are you
listening?!
(STUTTERING)
Listening.
Good!
JENNIFER: The only
advantage at my disposal
was by God's given weapon,
my sexual appeal.
So I used it to
entice and trick them.
REVEREND: To their demise?
JENNIFER: Precisely.
REVEREND: In other words,
you were willing to violate
and to dehumanize yourself,
this time voluntarily,
all in the name of vengeance?
JENNIFER: Justice, Reverend.
Justice.
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
YOUNG WOMAN: Wouldn't you
rather see me in the flesh?
That was mean, kid-o.
YOUNG WOMAN: Hi, Mom.
I thought I was
gonna die of starvation
before you showed up.
Sorry.
I was besieged with
fans after the show.
Summer swimsuits, autographs,
couldn't let them down.
Okay, girl, I forgive you.
YOUNG WOMAN: So
what are we having?
Who's paying today?
You are.
That's okay, I got
it for being late.
In this case, I'm gonna have,
let's see, the two
inch filet mignon,
a lobster, a bowl of caviar
and, oh yes, a
bottle of champaign.
Buongiorno, Madame Hills.
Buongiorno, Marcello
Buongiorno,
Senorita Christina.
What will we be having today?
A bowl of mixed garden salad,
lots of garlic.
And for you, Christina?
Just a glass of
sparkling water, please.
She's on a perpetual diet.
You gotta eat, soon enough
you will vanish into thin air.
Lots of garlic?
Ew.
Why, you know
somebody out their
that's waiting
anxiously to kiss me?
No, Mom, actually I don't.
You never have time for that.
Let's face it, you run around
like a chicken without a head.
Doing lectures, interviews,
counseling rape victims.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
it's all really cool,
but I kind wish you'd
just give it all up.
You know, find yourself
a nice balding guy
who doesn't mind kissing you
with that awful stench
of garlic on your breath.
Settle down already, Mom.
I've done pretty good with
you, babe, as a single mom,
and I'm managing
very well, thank you,
without a man, balding or hairy,
telling me what to do with my
life and how to run my career.
Thank you, Marcello.
Bon apptit.
Well.
Well, what?
What is it that you
wanted to talk about?
Mom, it can't go on forever.
What can't?
My career.
I've been doing
it since I was 10.
Getting a little tired of it.
Eat.
You've been blessed, Christy.
You are the most famous
and highest paid model
in the whole world.
Millions of girls out
there would do anything
just to be, for one
day, in your shoes.
So what is there to be tired of?
Tired of the
constant pressure.
Tired of flying.
I'm tired of airplane food.
Tired of sleeping everyday
in a different bed
in a different hotel.
I'm tired of posing in
front of the cameras
and cat walking every
day on a different ramp
and not even knowing what
city, or even country, I'm in.
I'm tired of wondering
what the people
are really poking their eyes at.
Is it the piece that I'm wearing
or it is my ass and my tits?
Let's face it, Mom,
I'm nothing but a
fucking walking mannequin
being used to sell a product.
Who gives a damn, Christy?
You got the look
that sells magazines,
the body that sells clothes.
That's why you're
being paid in gold.
What else do you wish for?
You must be very grateful for
everything you have, Christy.
You never know in life.
It can all suddenly change
before there's time
to appreciate it.
Mom, come on, you know
that I appreciate it.
It's just,
it just doesn't mean
much to me anymore.
You know, I wanna do
something that challenges me,
uses my brains.
And, unlike you, I'd like to
find a nice guy who loves me
and I love too, settle down,
have kids, get married.
Four or five kids.
Make you a grandma.
Thanks, Christy.
You warm my heart.
You made me cry.
Oh.
You were only five
when you said to me,
"Mommy, when I grow
up, can I be a model?"
And I said, "Christy, you can
be anything you wanna be."
And I say that now.
Besides,
modeling has a very
short shelf life.
Thanks, Mom.
Well now, I guess I
can tell you something
that I couldn't before.
Oh?
I was offered half a
million to shave my head
and pose for the cover of
a men's fashion magazine.
And...
(CHUCKLING)
Another half a million
if I do it topless.
Please don't tell me
what I think you said.
I did.
You devil, you.
You turned it down.
I'll be damned.
Go tell them, for
a million bucks,
I'll do it head shaven
and in the nude.
Total nude.
(LAUGHING)
You're so crazy, Mom.
WOMAN: Christy?
MAN: Miss Hills?
WOMAN: Could we
get your autographs?
Sure.
MAN: We're really big fans.
I just bought your book today.
Sure, I'd be glad to.
Well that was nice,
we got to meet in the
middle of the day.
Yep.
MAN: There they are, Scotty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I can take a cab home.
Come on.
I'll give you a ride home.
If you tip me well.
Oh, gosh.
Always full of
jokes, aren't you?
Oh yeah, I try.
Where'd you park?
Excuse me, ma'am, excuse me.
Aren't you Jennifer Hills?
The one and only.
I'll be damned.
See, Scotty, I told
you it was her.
Here, here, hand it to me quick!
Look what we just got.
Oh.
A copy of your new book.
You think we could
get your autograph?
- Say please.
- Sure.
Please!
Pretty please.
Gladly.
Thank you so much.
I can't believe this.
Standing right next to
the famous Jennifer Hills.
To who should
I make it out to?
I'm Kevin,
that there's Scott.
We drove three
straight hours, ma'am.
It's an honor to meet you.
Aw.
Okay.
- (SCREAMING)
- Hey! Hey!
Hey, what're you doing?!
- You want our money?
- Bitch!
Hey, stop it!
- Fuck you!
- Stop it!
(SCREAMING)
Help!
Help!
Christy!
Help!
Christy!
Shut the fuck up!
(SCREAMING)
Shut the fuck up!
(GROANING)
Christy!
Son of a bitches!
Christy!
Christy!
You son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch!
Put a fucking
lid on her, Scotty!
(SCREAMING)
Come on!
(SCREAMING)
You're coming with us.
(SCREAMING)
Shut your fucking face!
(WHOOSHING)
(HORN HONKING)
(FAINT ROCK MUSIC)
What is she doing here?
She was with her.
They came together
out of the rest...
I just wanna know why the
fuck you had to drag her along?!
We couldn't help it,
Becky, she was there.
She's an eye witness.
Her name is Christina
Hills, you assholes.
She's that woman's daughter.
Her hands are clean.
Let's move it!
KEVIN: Let's do it.
Pleased to meet you.
I've seen you in loads
of ads and TV commercials
since you were much younger.
You used to smile then.
And I've been watching you
lately on the runway too.
You looking like a fucking
anorexic, sad walking mannequin.
What did you expect, Becky?
All models starve themselves.
They wanna look like toothpicks.
Yeah, don't you know?
Starving is a way of life
it'll fucking drive
all those smiles away.
Why aren't you
fucking smiling no more?
Getting tired of it all?
I like your eyes.
You ain't got 'em from your
momma, that's for damn sure.
Welcome back, Jennifer Hills.
You ain't as fucking beautiful
as you think you are.
You ain't!
You are getting mighty famous
and filthy rich
on account of my
husband's blood.
And the innocent blood
of my dear brother, Stanley!
And my cousin, Andy.
He was like a big brother to me
and she, she slaughtered him.
Johnny loved me and the kids.
He was a good man.
A church going man.
Andy and Stanley
didn't go to church
but they was good men too.
Matthew did.
Mhmm, he went to church.
Yeah but Matthew was a retard.
He don't fucking count.
Retards do count.
Johnny was always
faithful to me
Until you, like a bitch in heat,
came along and seduced him.
JOHNNY: Oh Jesus.
Oh God
Oh God!
It felt good to
butcher him, didn't it?
I can imagine what a
thrilling fucking moment
that was for you.
But the kick you got
from cutting off his dick
was just the foreplay.
You got hotter
and hotter
as he was crying and screaming
and going into convulsions.
Bleeding to death.
JOHNNY: Oh God!
Oh shit!
(CLASSICAL OPERA MUSIC)
Oh shit!
(JOHNNY SCREAMING)
It aroused you more and more
and more
until you felt in
fucking seventh heaven.
That's why you
killed him, isn't it?
Watching him die made you cum.
Life is a bamboozling journey.
And we don't fucking know
when in how we'll die.
We can just wish it
won't be fucking painful
as the horrible deaths you
inflicted on your victims.
You
made goddamn sure
that each of them
died painfully.
But the way you
let my husband die,
their ain't no fucking way
more painful than that!
Like our Jesus!
Jesus on the cross!
My husband didn't go
willingly to his death
and he wasn't
fucking resurrected!
I waited a whole
week to bury him.
I didn't want him
to go into his grave
without his goddamn dick!
Tell me, what did
you do with it?
I bet she ate it.
I bet she's a cannibal too.
But I say?
I say she dumped it in the
river and the fishes ate it.
You ain't nothing
but a murderer.
A glorified, sexually deranged
mass murderer.
(SMACKING)
(SCREAMING)
Stop it!
Stop!
My mother is not a murderer.
All right?
And the jury released
her of all charges.
Declared her innocent.
Innocent!
Innocent, my ass!
It was a New York City jury.
They spit on us
small town hicks.
How much more misery
does my mom have to endure
from you people?
Endure?
What the fuck is endure?
Does this dumb bitch
speak in American?!
I bet where she comes
from, the big city,
it means "eat shit."
What about all
the misery and shit
that your momma laid on me?
Or maybe I ain't count.
I was every inch the lady
and look at me now.
Your momma made a
hole in my heart.
For plenty nights
I lay lonely
and awake in my cold bed,
just gazing
at the empty space next to me.
Remembering Johnny's body heat.
And I'm crying.
Crying for me and
for our two children.
And all they'll miss.
All they'll miss
growing up without a daddy,
just when the need him the most.
GIRL: Daddy! Daddy!
JOHNNY: Hey!
Yahoo!
GIRL: Daddy, tell him
to give me back my dollar.
He stole my dollar!
BOY: I didn't, she's lying.
And every day,
every day,
I pray to God
to give me the day,
to give me the day when
you fall into my hands.
So I can give you
a preview to hell
until you beg me
to kill you.
This day is here now!
Hallelujah!
Amen!
Amen!
Amen.
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Cut the bitch's feet loose.
Time to start cutting,
you fucking bitches!
I don't care what you do to me
but leave my daughter alone!
Leave her alone.
Oh boy, oh boy.
Watch out, guys.
The bitch is snarling.
Don't mess with her!
Jesus.
Only a woman could
scream that loud.
Only a woman gets to
scream that loud, Scotty!
Please just let my
mom go, all right?
She'll give you money,
if that's what you want.
You can have whatever you want.
Screw her money, missy.
Don't you dare hurt my mom!
Don't you dare!
What do you say, guys?
Shall we?
You guys are gonna
face kidnapping charges.
You guys are going to jail
for life, I'm telling you.
No!
No!
No! No!
You and your fucking people
ain't got the power to
charge us with nothing.
Only the Almighty
can judge us folks
and He's on our side!
It's in the bible.
Read it!
KEVIN: God's word!
Take her back
to New York City.
Let her bring over
the police, the FBI,
the whole fucking
United States Army.
We ain't scared of them none.
(MUFFLED CRYING)
Stop your fucking moving
and wiggling bullshit!
Let's go, bitch!
Come on!
Christy!
Christy!
(CHRISTY CRYING)
Christy!
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Move, bitch!
- No!
- You sit down!
Now you raise up!
You can look
at what the fuck you have done!
This shit
is for you!
(STUTTERING) Matthew. Matthew!
You dig what he's saying?
He says this is his son.
Matthew.
(STAMMERING) He may have
been a bit slow, but he-
He says, "His son may have
been a bit slow in the head
but he was decent boy."
Decent boy!
All them boys!
Why?
Why?
Why?!
You're wasting
your breath, Herman.
It's useless to
ask why, why, why.
Useless!
I know why!
Because you are a
sexually deranged
blood lusting
mass murdering freak!
That's why.
(FAINT JAZZ MUSIC)
Now bitch!
Turn your fucking ass!
Now you fucking dig, bitch!
Dig deep, bitch!
Deep!
(WHIMPERING)
Start digging, bitch!
- Start digging!
- Okay! Okay!
You vented your rage.
You've made your point!
Now bring me my daughter
and let us go home!
We both promise never to say
anything about this incident.
I promise.
I promise.
Vented our rage?
Justice is what
we're raging for.
We're freaking for justice!
And the only just for
a killer bitch, like you,
is a knife through your throat!
A stab through the
evil fucking heart
and six feet
of crushing
dirt!
Bring my daughter back
to me and let us go home.
I picked this piece for you
because I want you to say
good-goddamn-bye to life
and go into your internal
fucking life in hell
like you made my husband go.
Slowly, bit by bit,
to the sound of music.
Now let me chop
this bitch open wide!
Let me chop this bitch wide!
Fucking painfully!
You cunt bitch!
BECKY: Cool it, Kevin!
(LAUGHING)
Die!
Now dig or I'm gonna let him!
(LAUGHING)
(FAINT RADIO JAZZ MUSIC)
(KEVIN SINGING TUNE)
Dig, bitch, dig!
(LAUGHING)
Let me slice this
bitch open, Becky!
Let me fucking opening her
up and let her bleed, Becky!
Come on!
Let me fucking get
in there, Becky!
Go, Kevin, rip her
fucking face off!
Make her ugly!
Time to fix that
makeup, bitch!
Yah!
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
You bitch!
(BECKY YELLING)
JENNIFER: Bitch!
Goddamn you!
HERMAN: Kevin! Kevin!
Now tell me,
where's my daughter?
Were is that scumbag
headed with my daughter?
Tell me!
Fuck you!
You!
Stand up there and put that
noose around your neck.
You
can't say that
to me,
fuck face!
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
My gun says I can.
Fuck!
Jesus Christ, I don't know
where you daughter is.
I swear to fucking
Christ I don't.
I swear!
Becky, tell her where
the fuck she's at.
Tell her.
Fucking tell her, Becky!
I ain't telling her shit!
Go ahead, shoot us!
You, hippo, kick the stump.
(FAINT RADIO JAZZ MUSIC)
Do it!
Herman.
It'll take a dozen bullets
to knock him real dead
and you fucking ain't got 'em!
Go ahead, pull the
trigger on 'em!
Try it!
(GUN CLICKING)
You bunch of moron hicks.
I'll be back for you.
You ain't gonna go
far, Jennifer Hills.
We're gonna catch up with you.
Soon!
And we ain't no bunch of
moron hicks, you old cunt!
You think we ain't
no humans just cause
we ain't no big
city folks like you!
We fear God and we
pay our taxes too.
We are might proud
of who we are!
Mighty proud!
Hey, guys, wait for me.
Wait for me!
(YELPING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(STUTTERING)
We wasted
too
much...
We didn't wait too much
time with her, Herman.
I coulda killed her
right then and there.
I wanted her to
run fucking scared.
But why, Becky, why?!
Ain't we going in
for the fast kill?
No.
We're playing fucking Tom
and Jerry games with her.
Like she did with
my husband, Johnny.
You go fox hunting,
don't you, Kevin?
Then you fucking know that it
ain't the slay that matters.
The thrill of a good kill
is gaged by how exciting
the hunt is.
(LAUGHING)
Yeah!
Come on, Herm.
(WHOOSHING)
(UPBEAT RADIO BANJO MUSIC)
(MOANING)
Sit still and shut up.
(MOANING)
Mmm, Mmm what?
(MUFFLED SPEAKING)
Shut up or I'll smack
you on the kisser.
Jeez!
(FAINT RADIO ANNOUNCEMENT)
(SOMBER RADIO BANJO MUSIC)
CHRISTY: You're gonna
kill me, aren't you?
Oh shit.
How?
How are you gonna do it?
Where?
What are they gonna
do to my mother?
Tell me!
My mother is indestructible.
She's gonna get away.
You'll see.
And she'll be after you
and your friends too.
You know what my
mother's capable of doing
when she gets mad.
Hey.
Hey, can you pull
over, I gotta go.
Go where?
Take a hard guess, dummy.
Holy shit.
I'll scream.
Go ahead.
Scream.
Fine.
I'll go right here.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(KNIFE CLICKING)
Nobody fucking pees in my van.
Don't try anything funny
or I'll break your goddamn neck.
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
Over there.
In the bushes.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Hey.
I ain't stupid.
Mmmm.
You wanna have some fun before
we go back to New York City?
Okay.
Where are you?
(WHISTLING)
Come on out.
You think I've never seen
a naked woman before?
I fucked a retard once.
I get it.
You wanna see me naked too.
Okay.
(YELLING)
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING)
Goddamn it!
Come back!
I'm gonna get you for
this, you fucking bitch!
(YELLING)
(GASPING)
Hey!
Hey, come back here!
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Hey!
Hey, come back here!
Hey!
You and your mother
are both goddamn sluts!
Goddamn it.
Becky's gonna chop my balls off!
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(WINGS FLAPPING)
(HORN HONKING)
(BICYCLE BELL CHIMING)
(HORN HONKING)
(BICYCLE BELL CHIMING)
(RATTLING)
I'll get you my pretty
and your little girl too!
(CACKLING)
(HORN HONKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(DISTANT ENGINE POPPING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Please don't shoot!
We ain't got no money!
But you can take
our old Lucy, here.
MAN: Old Lucy.
You got a phone?
I need to call the police.
No, we ain't got no use
for no phone no more, dear,
because we ain't got nobody
left no more for us to call.
And we ain't got nobody
left to call us either.
Something gone wrong, dear?
My daughter and
I were kidnapped
by these weird, crazy people!
I escaped!
She didn't.
She still being held hostage?
I told you, Henry, we
shoulda stayed home today.
It's the loony's day out.
Look, the moon, it's full.
HENRY: Like a big,
white wedding balloon.
(LAUGHING)
Please, my daughter
is in danger.
Get in.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Here.
Take a swig, hon,
it'll calm your nerves.
Oh, forget it.
Here's a man for you.
First, his sex drive conks out,
then his hearing quit
and finally, when his memory
kisses his ass goodbye,
what do I end up with?
A fucking vegetable.
Right, Henry?
What did you say, Millie?
Vegetable, Henry!
That's what you are.
I Like them vegetables.
But no carrots.
Can't chew on them carrots.
(BURPING)
I'm getting on in years too.
I ain't fucked up like that.
Can't chew on them carrots.
(ENGINE PUTTERING)
(BURPING)
Whoa!
Wait a minute, stop her, Henry.
I reckon I'm getting
fucked up in here too.
This peaceful town
ain't got no police.
You wait here, dear.
We're gonna get you the
sheriff in the next town.
We're on our way there
anyway to buy a load of shit.
Horse shit, you know?
For the plants in our farm.
Thanks but please hurry up.
Help will be coming
your way, dear.
Very soon.
You be careful
with that thing, hon.
(MOTOR PUTTERING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(MOTOR BUZZING)
(WINGS FLAPPING)
(MOTOR REVVING)
(MOTOR PUTTERING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(FAINT ORGAN MUSIC)
(SOMBER ORGAN MUSIC)
(THUDDING)
(ORGAN MUSIC)
Open the door!
Please open the door!
Open it!
(THUDDING)
Let me in!
(MOTOR BUZZING)
Open the door, I beg you!
Please let me in!
Open the goddamn door!
Open it!
(SCREAMING)
You fucking bitch!
Go ahead, cunt face!
Beg me for mercy, beg!
No!
Beg!
Or I will cut you slowly,
piece by fucking piece!
I'm begging for
Christy, not for myself!
I beg you as a mother,
please spare her life, please.
(LAUGHING)
Keep on begging, cock sucker!
Make Johnny smile in his grave!
I spit on Johnny's grave!
(SCREAMING)
Here,
take this from Johnny!
(SLICING)
(BLOOD SPLATTERING)
(GASPING)
(SOMBER ORGAN MUSIC)
(YELLING)
(LAUGHING)
(SQUELCHING)
(GASPING)
(MUFFLED ORGAN MUSIC)
Here, here!
I bring you the head
of Jennifer Hills!
(BLOOD TRICKLING)
(YELLING)
(LAUGHING)
(YELLING)
(HOWLING)
(GROWLING)
(SOMBER ORGAN MUSIC)
(WIND HOWLING)
Ain't no man want
to fuck you no more!
Not even Satan in Hell!
(WIND HOWLING)
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
Mother!
Mom!
(SCREAMING) Mother!
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
(SCREAMING)
Mother!
No!
Help!
Help, somebody, please!
Help!
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
Help me, my mother,
she's been slaughtered!
(MOTOR BUZZING)
Mother!
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
Let me in!
(MOTOR BUZZING)
Open the door!
(CRYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SCREECHING) Stop!
Stop!
Bring my mom back!
Bring her back!
Stop!
(CRYING)
What're you gonna
do with her now?!
(SCREAMING)
Stop!
Stop!
Woo!
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
Woo!
Woo!
(SCREAMING)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(CRYING)
(GASPING)
(CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
Shit!
(SCREAMING)
Shut your fucking mouth!
(MUFFLED YELLING)
Come on, Herman!
She's all yours, big boy!
(CRYING)
She's ready for you!
(SCREAMING)
Stop your fucking moving!
You ain't never done it with
one like her before, did you?
She's gonna feel a lot better
than doing it with a pig.
She's ready for you Herman.
You ain't never had
one like this before.
You're gonna love it, Herman.
(STUTTERING) I
don't know, Kevin.
Come on, Herman.
(SCREAMING)
You're wasting out goddamn time!
You,
hold her for me now!
And I'll show you how it's done!
No!
(SCREAMING)
Yahoo! Yeah, Herman!
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
Yeah, get in there!
Get in there, Herman!
Get in there, Herman!
Get in there, boy!
You stop your fucking fighting!
Stop your fucking fighting!
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
(SCREAMING)
Shut your mouth!
(CRYING)
Shut your fucking mouth!
(SOBBING)
Please, please don't.
Please.
(SOBBING)
What the fuck is the
matter with you, Herman?!
(LAUGHING)
Jesus Christ.
I see, I see you're
fucking impotent!
Just like your dead son,
Matthew, ain't you?!
Matthew?
You, come here
and hold her for me.
Have you gone completely
fucking nuts?!
Come on!
This shit ain't fair!
This is my turn!
You gotta hold her for me!
Now come on!
God
forgive me!
What the fuck for?!
She is getting
what she deserves.
This is payback time!
(CRYING)
For Christ sake,
would you fucking
hold her for me now?!
(CRYING)
Do you see?
Do you fucking see?!
She's fucking walking away!
Do you see?!
Fuck you, Herman!
(CHRISTY CRYING)
- Come here!
- No, no, no.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
(SCREAMING)
Come on.
(SCREAMING)
Come back, you come back.
Yeah, you do, yeah, you do.
CHRISTY: No!
- No, no, no.
- Come here.
Oh, yes.
No, no, please, no.
No.
Yes.
(CRYING)
Yes.
(THUDDING)
(GIGGLING)
(HUFFING)
Oh, fuck yes!
Goddamn, you fucking whore.
(GROANING)
Do you feel it?
You feel it?
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
Yes, yes, yes.
(STUTTERING)
A crooked heart
(STUTTERING)
shall
depart from me.
Evil I will not know.
(GROANING)
Oh fuck. Fuck yeah!
Yeah, yeah.
(GIGGLING)
Evil I will not know!
You got no fucking idea what
you missed out on, Herman.
God put her sweet
ass on this planet
for us to enjoy!
Just like he put those sweet
corns in your garden, Herman.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, fuck.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Hey, sweet juice.
Want some more?
(LAUGHING)
Where to, hon?
There are wild
animals in this forest
and the night is getting near.
It ain't safe in the dark.
She got his eyes, don't she?
Same nose
and same freaking chin.
I see the eyes.
Mainly the eyes.
Just let me go.
Hey, Herman!
Come here, big boy.
See if you can see a little
bit of Matthew in this face.
A bit of Matthew?
Give me a break.
(CRYING)
What's the matter, dear?
I ain't attractive
enough for ya?
Or is it because I ain't belong
to the right kind of people?
My fingernails are
dirty with grease
and my skin smells of gasoline.
I'm a working woman!
I can't afford
Christina's Choice.
Is that a crime?
So don't play hard
to get with me.
Miss world class supermodel,
I read the gossip columns
and you ain't exactly
"Miss Holy Virgin."
You've been banged away
by zillions of celebrities
and billionaires males
and females.
All the way from New York
City to Timbuk-fucking-tu!
All I wanna do
is give you the taste of real
affection.
(THUDDING)
(YELLING)
(GROANING)
(CRYING)
Try that again, I'm gonna
make ya beg me to kill ya!
Well, well, well,
lookie who's here.
Oh, I can't wait to hear
how she out-foxed ya, Scotty.
What did she do?
Let you get a peek at her boobs?
(LAUGHING)
Okay, Scotty, move
that dumb ass!
Hold her feet for me.
(HERMAN SLURRING) Blasph...
What, Herman?
(HOWLING) Blasph!
Blasph what, damn it?
What the fuck is
he howling about?
Shut the fuck up, Herman!
You had your chance and
you fucking blew it!
(SHUSHING)
(STAMMERING) Blasph!
Okay, okay, whatever
the fuck you say, Herman.
Come on, you, don't just sit
there like a drooping prick.
(MUFFLED YELLING)
Let her scream and
give me a kick.
Please, don't.
Promise to be a good girl?
Please, don't.
Your muscles are
mighty tight, honey.
You gotta learn to
relax and enjoy it.
Surrender, honey.
Surrender.
(GROANING)
I'm gonna transport
you to paradise
like no man you've
ever made it with.
(CRYING)
CHRISTY: Stop!
Stop!
Stop it!
Stop!
Please, stop!
(HERMAN GROWLING)
Blasphemy!
(THUDDING)
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(KEVIN COUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
KEVIN: What the
fuck is he doing?!
What the fuck?!
Bring her back, Herman!
Now!
(WHIMPERING)
(GROANING)
Why'd you let her go?
Why?
Did you fucking ask him why
he had to hit so goddamn hard?!
You don't Fucking slug
your friend, you dumb fuck!
Whose fucking side are
you, Herman?! Whose?
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Oink, oink, oink, oink!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
(LAUGHING)
Oink, oink, oink, oink!
(THUDDING)
I ain't no pig!
Whoa.
And you can't talk to me
like no cock-a-doodle chicken!
I'm a human being!
I got f-f-f-f-feelings!
Hear that, boys?
The man can talk.
Congratulations, Herman.
(CLAPPING)
Maybe we gotta bash you on
the head like that more often!
Fucking cry baby,
cry baby, cry baby!
Cool it, Kevin.
Cry baby! Cry baby! Cry baby!
(LAUGHING)
Cry baby! Cry baby! Cry baby!
Cool it, Kevin!
(LAUGHING)
(HERMAN GROANING)
Man's in shock.
Can suddenly fucking talk?
Come here, Herman.
Come on.
(GROANING)
My big little baby.
(THUDDING)
Blasphemy!
Blasphemy!
Don't you give me them
big shit holy bible words!
I ain't seen you in
church lately, have I?!
Sometimes you act just
like a real jackass!
Like you're missing
a few screws up here!
I can't believe he
fucking let her go!
What are we gonna do?!
Shut up, Kevin!
You're goddamn doing too much
worrying for a guy your age!
This ain't New York City.
She'll be running up
blind alleys around here,
even in broad daylight.
Besides, as I said,
the hunt is more exciting
than the kill, ain't it?
Yes!
Hey!
First thing tomorrow,
you are gonna go
hunting for her for me!
You're gonna bring her
back to me, dead or alive,
I do not give a shit!
Or you ain't gonna show your
fat ass around us no more!
Got me?!
(CRYING)
And for God sake,
zip up your fly!
(HERMAN CRYING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(CRYING)
SCOTTY: You blew
it for me and Becky!
You blew it!
We coulda had a good time!
A good time!
KEVIN: Yeah, Herman!
Why'd you have to
hit so damn hard?!
We ain't no match for you!
You big dumbfuck, Godzilla!
(HERMAN GROANING)
Okay, okay,
guys, keep it down!
We got fucking things to do!
Nighty-night and sweet
dreams to you, little missy,
wherever you are!
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(KEVIN HOWLING)
(GUYS HOWLING)
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(CHRISTY CRYING)
(WOLVES HOWLING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(CHRISTY WHIMPERING)
(FOREST COMMOTION)
(WOLF HOWLING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(THUDDING)
Here she is, Johnny.
Sealed and delivered,
like I promised.
But now that it's all over,
there is something
I gotta tell you.
It may wound you but
if I hold it in any longer,
I'll blow out my teeth.
I reckon it was Satan who
sent her to seduce you
and I know how mighty hard it is
to stand up to its
temptations but,
still and all,
the good book says
"thou shall not
commit adultery."
You hurt me, Johnny.
You hurt me real good.
Didn't I always perform
my wifely duties to you?
Didn't I?
And I still do, Johnny.
I still do.
Since you was gone,
I've worked my ass
off at the station
to make some decent dough
so that Johnny Jr. and
Melissa can eat well
and dress well and
get through college.
Because you told me
when they was little,
you said you wished
they wouldn't
have to pump gas for a living.
Here.
Look at em'.
You oughta be proud, Johnny.
Mighty proud.
They've grown up to become
decent and respectable folks.
They live in the big city now.
New York.
Far from me.
But I reckon they like it there.
They're gonna be riding
out here tomorrow
to celebrate Easter
with their ma.
(DISTANT LOON CALLING)
But our joy won't
be complete, Johnny.
It won't.
Because you won't be here
to celebrate with us.
Hey, guys.
So good to see you boys.
You gotta be mighty
pleased with us.
We finally got that evil bitch!
We evened the score for you.
For all of you!
And we're gonna get
even with Satan too.
Goddamn right!
We're gonna destroy her child!
Goddamn right!
The fruit of his
evil temptations!
Goddamn right!
Do it!
(DISTANT TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
Put it in.
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
(SPITTING)
(THUDDING)
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(GROANING)
(DISTANT BIRD SQUAWKING)
(BIRD SQUEALING)
(WATER FLOWING)
(BIRD SQUEALING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(DISTANT DOG BARKING)
(DISTANT BABY CRYING)
(DOG BARKING)
(BABY CRYING)
(THUDDING)
(BABY CRYING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(DOG BARKING)
(WATER FLOWING)
(WATER FLOWING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(YELLING)
(GAGGING)
(SWISHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(GROANING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(MOANING)
(GULPING)
(DISTANT CLANKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(BULLETS CLINKING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DISTANT RUSTLING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(GAGGING)
(GASPING)
(GASPING)
(STUTTERING)
Why me?
Because.
You forgive me, don't you?
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(FLY BUZZING)
(DISTANT HORN HONKING)
Most beautiful day,
ain't it now, Becky?
Ha, beautiful, my ass.
Why the hell ain't you
out there looking for her?
We was already looking
but Scotty, here,
felt like stopping
by your place first.
And guess what he's
got for you now.
Johnny used to
bring me fresh flowers
every Sunday morning
before church.
SCOTTY AND KEVIN: We know.
You're forgiven.
(LAUGHING)
Look at you, you're blushing
like a little school girl.
You little sweet little cupcake.
Has the ink got
into your brain, punk?
Be nice to him.
Shit.
Go, Kevin.
Carnation.
And?
Pom pom daisy.
Button daisy.
Mini carnation.
Statice, that's
the forever flower.
And that's our lemon leaf.
Pretty fucking good for
a public school dropout.
Have you seen Herman?
No.
Oh yes, I must've
hurt his feelings.
And he doesn't goddamn answer
his phone, the dumb fuck.
It's because he probably
can't hear the rings, Becky.
Or maybe he ain't home
because he's already
out looking for her.
Man's getting senile, we
can't count on him no more.
The man was born senile.
Watch your mouth, Scotty.
Herman put up that farm
and made it what it is
with his bare hands.
What have you done
lately with your life?
Early this morning,
somebody snatched clothes
out of Wilma's backyard.
It wasn't me.
Me neither.
Who is blaming you, dummies?!
Maybe it was her!
It could be one of them
drifters passing through.
Oh it could, my ass.
Next thing you know, she'll
be sneaking out of here
right under our
noses and then what?
Get her for me, dead or alive.
Start with the woods
along the creek.
Well get moving, I got
a business to run here!
(VAN ENGINE RUMBLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Fucking big place,
New York City is.
I caught sight of it for
the first time in my life.
It's fucking huge.
Yeah.
One day I'm gonna ditch this
crummy, fucking hick town
and go to New York
because that's where
all the action is, man.
The real action.
What're you gonna do, huh?
You don't know nobody there.
That shit don't matter, see?
Because nobody fucking
knows each other there.
Not even the folks
that was born there.
But that's what I like about it.
You still got a
chance to be somebody.
Yeah.
One day, I'm gonna
go to New York
and I'm gonna be somebody
and everybody's gonna
wanna get to know me.
And I'm gonna get
to know everybody.
Everybody that counts, that is.
You mean, like, folks
with lots of money?
Beautiful women?
Fucking-A right, Scotty!
All those toothpick
skinny model bitches too.
I'm gonna fuck 'em all.
Put back a smile on
those sad, little faces.
Hey, Kevin, can I
go there with you?
Sure, Scotty,
sure, yeah, yeah.
If you wanna be somebody.
Yeah.
On second thought, you ain't
got no business being there.
Unless you plan on
scrubbing out toilets
in those big,
beautiful skyscrapers
for the rest of
your pitiful life.
Why'd you say that?
Because you got
no fucking idea
about what you wanna
do or who you wanna be.
Yeah, you best just stay
here in this shit dump town.
It's a perfect
fucking place for you.
Cause you got that
typical hillbilly,
fucking redneck mentality.
See, you were born here and
you're gonna fucking die here.
And when you do die here,
you know who's gonna care?
Nobody!
Nobody's gonna even give a shit
- that you existed!
- You don't mean that, Kevin!
You're only kidding, right?
We're gonna go together because,
well, because we're
best friends, ain't we?
We're friends.
Best friends.
Yeah.
Hmmmm.
I know what we could do there.
We could open up a flower shop.
Yeah.
You'll manage the shop and
I'll deliver the flowers.
I could throw in my van.
Cost me three grand, you know?
I do love the van.
I do love your van.
Let me think about it.
I will think about it.
Okay.
All right.
(HORN HONKING)
Holy fuck, man!
Herman's car!
Hey!
Herman!
Over here!
(WHISTLING)
I bet the dumb fuck
is trying to give us
some kind of signal
or something.
Yeah.
Let me go see what this butt-fuck
buffoon's up to, alright.
(SCOTTY GRUNTS)
Still fucking hurts, you know?
I ain't talking to him until
he begs me to forgive him.
Fucking-A, right!
My ball's turned blue.
I swear to Christ he
fucking cracked them.
Good, then we
can make an omelet!
I like mine sunny side up.
(LAUGHING)
It ain't funny!
It ain't funny!
All right.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Where's you big ass at, boy?
(RADIO TUNING)
(HORN HONKING)
Hey, Herman!
Come on out!
We ain't mad at you
now more, big boy!
Come on!
(RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
Don't be scared!
(RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
All is forgiven, Herman!
Fucking idiot.
(HORN HONKING)
(FAINT RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
(WHISTLING)
Herman!
Quit fucking playing games!
Bring your ass out here, boy!
(FAINT RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
Herman!
CHRISTY: Herman is dead.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Hey, Scotty!
Guess what!
Yo, Kevin, is he there?
No, man, he ain't!
But guess who the fuck is.
(GUN CLICKING)
Who?
Come on, Kevin, who?
CHRISTY: Tell him.
SCOTTY: Well, come on, man!
Tell him.
It's her!
She's here!
Yeah, what's she doing?
She's pointing
a gun at my face!
Come on, Kevin,
you ain't foolin' me!
Now put it down.
Slowly.
Get down.
Now strip.
What'd you say?
Could you say that
a little bit louder?
Come on.
I can't.
But my gun can.
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
Much
louder.
Okay, okay.
You ain't gonna kill me, right?
Your boots.
Please.
Please, don't kill me.
Please don't fucking shoot me.
It was Scotty,
that sick fucking
jerk over there.
Ever since he laid
his eyes on you,
all he could think about
was getting into your pants.
It was his fucking idea to
rape you in the beginning!
The shorts.
Please don't kill me.
You're not gonna
shoot me, right?
You're not the type.
You're not cruel.
You won't carry out a
cold-blooded murder.
Not like your mother.
Right?
You don't have that
cruelness in your heart.
Please, please.
I'm so fucking sorry
for what we did to your mother
and for what I've done to you.
(CRYING)
I never wanted to get mixed
up in this goddamn thing
from the beginning.
But I was fucking
forced to by Becky!
As soon as she lost her husband,
she went completely
fucking insane!
Insane!
(FAINT RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
(CRYING)
Please, forgive me.
I'm repenting to you.
I beg of you.
I'm not evil.
I'm fucked up.
Please.
Don't cry, okay?
Statice?
A forever flower.
CHRISTY: It's for you.
For me?
CHRISTY: For you.
How did you know?
I know the name of
every single blossom
in this whole forest.
Every tree, every
plant, all of them.
I'm gonna go back to school
and study botany.
It's the whole science
of all these beautiful
plants and flowers.
I knew it. You're
the romantic type.
You don't belong
with those monsters.
No.
No.
I don't, I'm not a monster.
I'm not like them.
They're just a bunch
of fucked up, inbred.
They're just fucking bumpkins.
I was born here but I'm
not fucking like them.
I'm not.
And this whole goddamn
hateful revenge thing,
it never fucking ends!
There's no end to it!
Yeah.
Yeah.
And that is why our good Lord,
he commands us to
forgive the unforgivable.
I'm...
I'm the unforgivable.
An eye for an eye
leaves everybody blind.
Everybody blind.
Thank you.
Will you take me
back to New York City?
I would love to take
you back to New York City.
I know a secret
road out of here.
We could get away tonight.
We could escape.
I'd like that a lot.
Yeah, I love New York City.
It's the coolest place.
I'm saved me up a
couple thousand bucks
doing odd jobs, you know?
I'm gonna go there
and I'm gonna open
the most famous flower
shop they've ever seen.
They oughta love flowers there.
I mean, there's not much
nature there, you know?
It's true, there's not.
There's really not.
Yeah.
I think a flower
shop is a lovely idea.
Lovely idea.
So, so Herman's,
Herman's dead?
He's really dead?
How did you know?
How did you know?
Because I killed him
with a sickle.
I stabbed it deep
in his big fat back
and then as a bonus, I put
a bullet into his head.
You didn't.
Hell yeah, I did.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh my God.
Please,
it was...
it was gruesome.
Please, no more talk
about that, all right?
Yeah.
No more talk about that.
Good.
You're so beautiful.
You're so beautiful.
Remember,
remember when you
called me "sweet juice?"
And you asked me
if I had some more.
I remember, I remember, yeah.
Well I do now.
Do you?
I mean, Christy, I'd be
lying if I said I didn't.
You're so gorgeous.
(MOANING)
SCOTTY: Hey, Kevin!
Oh yeah.
Oh yes.
What the fuck are
you doing out there?
Shut the fuck up, Scotty!
I'm taking a crap, man!
(GIGGLING)
(RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
(MOANING)
Yeah.
Oh, yes.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, please.
Yes, baby.
Yes.
Oh.
Yes.
(HUFFING)
Your hands are so good.
Yes.
Yes, yes.
Oh God, yes.
Oh God, yeah.
(HUFFING)
Oh, yes.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yes.
(RADIO BEAT MUSIC)
(KEVIN MOANING)
Yeah, don't stop.
(LAUGHING)
(HUFFING)
Yeah, yeah, oh.
Holy shit.
What're you doing,
you jerking off?
Oh my God.
Go, go, go, go!
(HONKING)
(HUFFING)
(MOANING)
Yes, yes.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh fuck yes!
Oh fuck yes!
(SQUELCHING)
(GROANING)
(MOANING)
Oh, God, yes.
Oh, Jesus.
It's so sweet,
it's painful, baby.
Yeah.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh my God!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, Jesus!
Jesus!
(SCREAMING)
What have you done to me?!
Oh God!
(KEVIN SCREAMING)
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, God!
Oh, Jesus!
(SCREAMING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
It won't stop!
It won't stop bleeding!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, God!
Oh, God, help me!
My dick!
What have you done to me?!
Kevin?
(KEVIN SCREAMING)
Kevin?
(SCREAMING)
Kevin?
Kevin!
Please help me!
- She cut me!
- Kevin!
(CRYING)
Oh, God!
(KEVIN WAILING)
Oh, God, it won't stop!
It won't stop bleeding!
SCOTTY: Kevin!
(GLASS SHATTERING)
I'm coming, Kevin!
I'm coming!
Kevin!
It won't stop bleeding!
I'll kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Come back here, you bitch!
Come here!
You turn around!
You turn around and you
face your angel of death!
I got my mother's genes
but I ain't got her patience
and I don't resort to trickery.
I got straight for the balls.
(GUNSHOTS BOOMING)
(GAGGING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Why'd you do that?
You didn't have to
do that, you didn't.
It ain't fair, I
ain't got no gun.
Just a fucking knife.
Just a fucking knife!
It ain't no match for
your gun, it ain't!
What're you gonna do to me now?
I did nothing to deserve this!
(CRYING)
I was dragged into
this mess by Becky
and Herman and
Kevin and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, look!
I'm sorry I was too chicken-hearted
not to listen to them.
I know you won't believe this
but I was gonna, I was
gonna drive you back!
(CRYING)
I was gonna drive you back
to New York City in my van
and just take you home, I
was gonna take you home.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for what we
did to your mother.
Please, I'm too young to die!
Too fucking young!
I know it ain't your
fault, you're innocent!
You're innocent, I swear!
(GROANING)
(WHIMPERING)
Don't.
Hey!
You fucking psycho bitch!
(CRYING)
You're fucking sicker
than your mother!
(CRYING)
You're fucking sicker!
(CRYING)
I'm sorry!
(CRYING)
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Kevin!
Fuck you, asshole!
(CRYING)
(WAILING)
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
(SQUELCHING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Fuck.
(MOTOR RUMBLING)
(MOTOR PUTTERING)
(MOTOR BUZZING)
(MOTOR PUTTERING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(GUN CLICKING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Where is my mother?
(GUN CLICKING)
Drop it.
What have you done with her?
Tell me!
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
The next one goes into
your fucking head.
You fucking crazy bitch!
Where is my mother?!
You better speak up
or I'm gonna punch a
whole in every bone
in your freaking body and then
I'm gonna rip off your flesh,
piece by piece!
(GIGGLING)
You don't only got his eyes.
You're fucking bullheaded too.
(GASPING)
(GROANING)
Okay, kid-o, okay!
You wanna know what I
did with your mamma?
You wanna know?
I dumped her in a fucking
grave and then I spat on her,
the same fucking grave
I'm gonna dump you!
(GROANING)
Hear me, dear God!
I'm killing the daughter
of the messenger of Satan!
Kill her to wash away
my husband's guilt!
Die, child.
Die.
So that Johnny's sins
can die with you!
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
What the fuck are you doing,
you dumb moronic assholes!
You gotta get her, her, not me!
Dispatch her to fucking hell!
Fucking hell!
Yes, dear, yes.
This is where we're
gonna dispatch you too.
Fucking hell! Fucking hell!
Here, let me help you, dear.
Johnny's gonna be mad at you.
Mad, he ain't never
gonna forgive you, never!
You goddamn bunch of dopey
senile fucking douchebags!
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
Fucking bitch!
You bitch!
You bitch!
(THUDDING)
(GROANING)
(GROWLING)
Bitch!
You piece of shit!
Whoopee, well done, Henry!
(LAUGHING)
Well done!
(GASPING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(HUFFING)
CHRISTY: Die,
you white trash.
Die!
(SCREAMING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(SIGHING)
(SPITTING)
Johnny's now
smiling in his grave!
We never did like this
fucking grease-smelling bitch!
Nobody does.
Nope.
Hey, girly, girl.
We know where she hid your mom.
She buried her next to
your father's grave.
My father?
Yeah.
Come with us.
We'll show you.
Come on.
(HENRY LAUGHING TUNE)
Come, dear, come before
it gets too late.
(LAUGHING)
Look at this old fart,
dancing like a drunken monkey!
Hey, Henry!
Do a crotch grab!
Make it look like you
got something there.
(LAUGHING)
Come on, sweetie, follow us.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(MOTOR PUTTERING)
Take a swig, hon,
it'll calm your nerves.
Thanks.
Ain't she beautiful, Henry?
I'm what?
Not you!
You look like an old,
rotten baked potato!
She likes baked potatoes?
I do too.
But only them yummy sweet ones.
Nobody gives a shit what
kind of veggies you like.
Just keep your goofy
eyes on the road.
Yes, dear.
I'm getting on in years too but
I ain't screwed up here.
Not yet, anyway.
(ENGINE PUTTERING)
Henry, loud!
What's the occasion, Henry?
Trying to shine up
to the young lady?
Last time this old fart
helped me out of an automobile
was on our wedding night.
Not true, not true.
I still do.
Only when you wanna
get in my panties.
Henry, you ain't gonna fuck
me tonight or any other night.
This pothole is sealed
with rust and dust.
You can't break into it
even with a jackhammer,
let alone your fucking
puny, lifeless prick!
(LAUGHING)
Come, dear.
Come, sweetie.
Follow us.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
It's all over now, Mother.
I made those bastards pay
for what they did to you.
And for what they did to me.
(TRICKLING)
I love you so much, Mom.
I'm gonna give you the
most beautiful funeral
and the biggest that New
York City has ever seen.
With lots and lots of flowers.
Which one is my, my father?
Mom, I uh,
I get the picture now.
I understand why you
never wanted to tell me.
You didn't want me
to feel like dirt.
You were afraid that I would
be obsessed with the fact
that the seed from which
I was conceived was evil.
But, Mom,
I already knew.
I always knew.
But hey, Mom,
I don't want you to
worry anymore now, okay?
Because now that it's
clear in my mind,
I want you to know
that I am yours
and I am only yours.
And I am mighty proud of it.
(CRYING)
I wanna take her home now.
Will you help me?
We sure can, dear.
You can even borrow old Lucy,
here, to take her with you.
Old Lucy, she's been with
us since we got married.
We aint guaranteeing
she'll make it
as far as New York City
but it's all we got.
Well, I'll bring her
back to you, I promise.
Then again, maybe
I'll just junk her
and buy you a brand new pickup.
How sweet of you.
Sweet, sweet.
Very sweet.
Lift the board up, Henry.
Yes, dear.
(YELLING)
(GROANING)
Oh, Mom.
Mom.
Mom.
(MOANING)
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Help me! Help me!
Help me!
Die, child, die, child!
Die! Die! Die!
(LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
Don't you dare!
Die!
(LAUGHING)
Repent, child!
Repent!
(LAUGHING)
(THUDDING)
For the Kingdom of
Heaven is forthcoming!
Repent! Repent! Repent!
(SCREAMING)
I come not to
call the righteous
but sinners to repentance!
(CRYING)
Joy shall be in Heaven over
one sinner that repents.
Repent, ye child, repent or
you shall be doomed in Hell!
Doomed! Doomed!
Doomed in Hell!
(THUDDING) Doomed in Hell!
Who so sheds man's blood
by man shall her blood be shed!
Shall her blood be shed!
Shed! Shed! Shed your blood!
Repent!
Repent!
(THUDDING)
Vengeance is mine, I shall
repay, saith the Lord!
An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth!
(CRYING)
A hand for a hand,
a foot for a foot!
(CRYING)
A life for a life!
Amen!
Amen!
(CHRISTY SCREAMING)
You shall both be doomed!
Mother and child!
Doomed until the end of time!
(THUDDING)
Doomed until the end of time!
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Doomed!
HENRY: Mother and child!
Doomed until the end of time!
(LAUGHING)
(GROANING)
Die! Die!
Die!
(THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Doomed! Doomed!
Doomed! Doomed!
Doomed! Doomed!
Until the end of time!
Doomed! Doomed Doomed!
(LAUGHING)
Hey, Johnny,
Papa's here, speaking to you.
And your momma too.
Mathew, it's your grandma,
you hearing me, boy?
We got her, oh, we got her!
Yes we did!
We got the bitch, boys!
We got her good!
And her daughter too!
We got your daughter, Johnny.
Our bastard
granddaughter, Johnny!
(LAUGHING)
Johnny,
Matthew, Andy,
Stanley!
Oh hear me!
You can now rest in peace
forever and ever, amen!
Amen.
Amen.
Here, fellas, take a swig.
Time to cheer up!
(BICYCLE HORN HONKING)
HENRY: Yay, though I
walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil.
Fear no evil!
Fear no evil!
For though art with us, thy
rod and they staff comfort us.
(GASPING) -They Comfort
us, they comfort us!
And the Lord went before
us in a pillar of cloud
to lead us the way.
To lead us the way,
to lead us the way!
And by night, in a pillar
of fire, to give us light.
To give us light,
to give us light!
My soul shall be
joyful in the Lord,
it rejoices in his salvation.
It rejoices in his salvation!
Yay, though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil.
Fear no evil!
Fear no evil!
For thou art with us,
thy rod and thy staff.
(YELLING)
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
(WHACKING)
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
(YELLING)
Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
(CRYING)
Give us this day
our daily bread.
Amen, Amen!
(SCREAMING)
(CRYING)
The Lord goes before us.
My soul shall be
joyful in the Lord.
It rejoices in His salvation.
Stop that fucked up
Holy Bible crap!
Look what she done to my face.
HENRY: Oh no.
Look!
Oh no!
Oh no!
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
My savor, Jesus
Christ, where are you?
(GUN CLICKING)
What am I to do now without you?
(CRYING) What? What?
Go ahead, child.
Do what you gotta do.
But first let me say a prayer.
A prayer to save you.
To free you of the evil spirits
that dwell in your
body and soul.
Or else, you,
like your mother,
will be lead straight
into Satan's kingdom.
Oh, you say a
pray for yourself,
you goddamn miserable old fool!
Why don't you repent?!
You!
No prayer for you, child.
You ain't deserve it.
Because you're doomed.
Doomed to the
everlasting fire of hell.
(CRYING)
My life ain't worth
no goddamn shit now
without my beloved wife.
Ain't worth no goddamn shit.
Now go ahead.
Pull the trigger.
Pull it.
Keep us together in
death as we was in life.
Dispatch us to the
Kingdom of Heaven.
Oh, I will.
First,
you gotta keep
your promise to me.
(WIND HOWLING)
You be good to old Lucy, here.
She don't need much.
Just dump plenty of
Mobile 1 down her throat
to quench her thirst.
She'll keep on going.
They don't make them
like this no more.
I kept my promise, young lady.
It's your turn to keep yours.
(GUNSHOT BOOMING)
So be it.
Forcing a man to go on living
without his beloved wife
aint but a cruel and
heartless punishment, child.
It's all in these
Almighty's hands, all.
Reckon He wishes
me to go on living
because He wants me to witness
the day His wrath
descends upon you.
The mighty wrath of God.
May God have mercy on you,
my dear grandchild.
(BOOMING)
And may He have
mercy on you too,
dear grandpa.
(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC)
I ain't come to ask you
for your forgiveness.
I did what I did.
An eye for an eye.
That's in your bible.
(DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC)
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
(DOOR CREAKING)
(HORN HONKING)
(HORN HONKING)
WOMAN: Mom?
MAN: Mom?
WOMAN: Mom?
MAN: Is she here?
WOMAN: Mom?
(KNOCKING)
Mom?
MAN: Let me go check
over here on the side.
Mom?
Where could she be?
WOMAN: I don't know.
MAN: She's usually
here at this time.
WOMAN: I don't know.
(TRUCK PUTTERING)
Isn't that grandpa's old Lucy?
(PUTTERING)
(TRUCK PUTTERING)
MAN: That was really odd.
That was definitely his truck.
But who was that girl?
WOMAN: I don't know.
I've never seen her before.
(TRUCK PUTTERING)
(FOREST COMMOTION)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
(FROGS CROAKING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(BULLFROGS CROAKING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(OWL HOOTING)