...has hinted that | it could be only the beginning.
Hi, honey, you're home!
In a seemingly related | story, a Lebanese citizen...
Starting to worry. | I wondered where you were.
Get off my back. | Hear me?
I just wondered | if you had a good day.
Please, get off my back!
Stop screaming!
Fucking shut up!
Fine.
Charlotte!
A Miami jury today | returned a guilty verdict
in the slaying of | abortion doctor Irwin Guffer.
It took the seven-man, | five-woman jury
only a matter | of hours to find...
Mother!
Hey, Charles, I think you're chasing | the wrong tail there, buddy.
Oh, my god! Where have you been? | We've been waiting.
The wedding's going on inside.
We need to put you | on the top tier.
Don't mind the footprints | in the icing.
I'm excited. They look good.
It's like a vest thing. | I fucking hate kids.
Miss Abbott, | did Barry come through here?
Barry? Oh, Barry.
- Didn't you break up? | - No!
Oh, well, never mind. | I just thought... Forget it.
She's doing it again.
Miss Abbott, she just does that | to make trouble, okay?
It is obvious. | It is so...
- What are you talking about? | - Obvious.
Don't even listen to a word she says. | She's just trying to make trouble.
All that... All that...
It's just that | she's such a bitch!
- Sean, hi. | - Hey.
Have you seen Barry?
- Not in a while. Have you? | - No.
She was, like, | completely naked.
Oh, bullshit.
No, she was spit on | all over the place.
It was like a battleship | or something, you know?
So I lay her down...
- A battleship? | - Okay, like a dinghy.
Has anybody seen Barry?
Have you seen Barry?
- Barry! | - Oh, shit!
Heather! Shit!
Don't worry about it, Barry. | She'll be back.
If that's really | what you want.
Heather! | Heather! Heather, stop!
Heather! Stop the car!
Heather!
Damn it, Heather!
Heather, you better fucking | stop this car right fucking now!
Damn it, if we have a wreck, | it's gonna be my ass!
- I don't care. | - Slow down, please.
I wasn't doing anything.
I don't know what | you're so pissed off about.
Barry, I saw you. | You were kissing her.
Once. I kissed her once. | What's wrong with that?
Come on, it's like I can't even | talk to my friends anymore.
I can't believe | how possessive you are.
Oh, right. I guess that's why | you were feeling her up.
Look, guys need sex, | okay? It's bad for you
to get all worked up | and then not get it.
You can get "prostrate" cancer. | Is that what you want?
That's a lie.
Heather, look out!
Heather!
Fuck!
What the fuck | is the matter with you?
I'm dead. | I'm so fucking dead right now.
Oh, man.
You can't get cancer | from not having sex.
Oh, right. | Like you'd know.
You never had a date in | your life, you're so ugly.
- She is not. | - Shut up, Sean.
He's just trying to make | you think it's your fault.
Look, my father's | a doctor, okay?
I think I know what I'm talking | about, so fuck you, Jenny.
It's true. It is my fault. | I won't have sex with him.
That doesn't make it | your fault.
Yeah, but what if | he gets cancer
and all his hair falls out | from all the drugs or something?
It could happen.
Yeah, Jenny, so just shut up, | all right?
No, that's just a line | to get you to have sex with him.
- Ask Sean. | - She's right.
He's never had a hard-on | in his life.
I know all his lines.
He lived across the street | from me till the eighth grade.
Shut up, Sean.
We were even friends | before he got too cool,
so fucking annoying.
It's not my fault you turned out | to be such a little geek.
He used to come over | to my house all the time
and he'd be laughing about | all the girls he'd felt up.
His big line was to tell them | that his father was a doctor...
and that they could get breast cancer | if they didn't get felt up enough.
- Barry! | - Okay, I lied. Big deal.
It's not my fault they're | stupid enough to believe it.
- What a schmuck. | - What's your problem, Jenny?
Just 'cause you hate guys.
He's just trying to | change the subject.
What are you afraid of? | That they might try to fuck you?
No.
It's not like | it's a big secret.
- What? | - Ask anybody.
You never go to parties. | You never go anywhere
unless you're with Sean.
Everybody knows that | he's a little pothead
and all you are is friends.
By the way, I know | what you're doing in my car.
You're getting stoned.
If my dad smells | this shit tomorrow,
I'm gonna kick your ass.
Wait, wait, wait.
I just thought of | something so cool.
What if we got into a wreck
and we crashed into a car | in front of us and we all died?
They could write | a song about it.
Shut up.
- Where the hell are we? | - Oh, great. We're lost.
No, we're not. | All we have to do is go back.
Look for a place | where we could turn around.
Cool dress, Jenny. | What's this?
Stop.
What's the matter?
Afraid somebody | might find out you have tits?
Barry!
- Girls have tits. | - Leave her alone, Barry.
There's no place to turn around.
There's never any place | to turn around. This sucks.
These assholes don't know | how to make roads.
What was that? | Did you all see that?
Watch out!
Oh, no. I'm so dead.
- Is he okay? | - I don't know.
God!
This is gonna leave a scar.
I'm not hurt.
- Oh, shit. | - His head.
Oh, my god! | Is he dead?
Did he die?
No, he's just passed out. | You can tell by his eyes.
Yeah, but he could be in shock. | We need to get him to a doctor.
Yeah, right. | And keep him warm.
- All right. | - How did you know that?
Something bad's gonna happen. | I can feel it.
He's gonna die. | Look at him.
Do you think it'll start?
I'm dead. | Somebody kill me, please.
It's my fault.
If he dies, I'll be a murderer.
We've gotta find someplace | where we can call an ambulance.
- I'll go. | - Okay, come on.
I'm not staying here alone. | What if he dies?
- Fine, then I'll go with you. | - You stay away from me.
This is stupid. Look, I'm gonna go, | and whoever wants to come, come.
- But somebody needs to stay. | - I don't know what to do.
Wait. | Do you have a flashlight?
Is somebody gonna | come with me?
- Stop! I heard something. | - Heather.
I had these dreams about some weirdo | following me through the woods,
- and it's coming true. | - Yeah?
I'm sorry, | but we're all gonna die.
Some murderer, | like that guy in Chicago.
He killed people and put | their hearts in a refrigerator.
He's gonna kill us.
They're gonna show our pictures, | naked...
with our hearts torn out | on A Current Affair.
God. | What was that?
Great. | Now we can't see jack.
I'm sorry, but | someone is following me.
I can feel their eyes | on my back.
- Bullshit. | - No, that's what they want.
For us to go wandering around | in the dark.
We need to stay here | and start a fire.
We need to call an ambulance.
We can't do anything | until we can see.
Thank god. We're saved. | Somebody say a prayer.
Piece of shit.
You might be, but my father | is still gonna kill me.
Call the police. There's been | this horrible accident.
A man's dying.
Prom night.
Somebody bring me | a glass of water, please.
Quick. | I'm think I'm gonna pass out.
Goddamn answering machine.
Don't you worry. | He'll pick up.
Vilmer, if you're there, babe, | pick up the phone.
Vilmer.
Phony as three-dollar bills.
Changed my life, though.
Goddamn it, Vilmer, | button it up, babe.
- Get me some water. | - Stop it.
You know what? The minute | I showed up with these...
every peanut farmer | in the county
thought he was | god's gift to women.
What the hell.
- Doubled my commissions... | - Okay.
in the first six months.
Goddamn it. It's about time. | Vilmer, listen.
Some kids got in a wreck | up the road,
and one of them's hurt.
Wait a second, wait a second.
- Which way? | - Back that way.
- How far? | - About a mile.
About a mile | back up 709 from me.
All right. Bye.
Why do blondes stick their heads | out of car windows?
- Why? | - Get a refill.
I don't get it.
Airheads?
We should get back then | and see if Sean's okay.
Yeah.
- What was that? | - Don't worry about it.
Just some farmer's wife.
Like I'm even interested. | See them and weep!
Or some high school boy.
You know, they are always doing | something to get me to flash them.
- Worse. | - What?
Hey, is there an ambulance | coming? This guy's hurt.
I think he's delirious.
Is he okay?
Boy's dead.
No, he's not. | He's just passed out.
I said he's dead.
But he was just talking, | like talking in his sleep.
Is that right?
Well...
He's dead now.
Boy, don't even think about | running off down that road.
It ain't gonna do you | a damn bit of good,
I can tell you that right now.
What are you gonna do?
Well, first, | I'm gonna kill you.
It ain't no fucking biggie.
'Course, it's different | for every individual.
Sorry I can't give | you all a ride.
That wrecker'll be along | before you know it.
- Thanks for calling for us. | - Yeah, thanks.
Don't you worry about that old boy | that drives the wrecker.
He talks tough,
but you just tell him | how the cows eat the cabbage...
and you won't have | any trouble.
Okay. Thanks a lot.
What about the service station | across the road?
You think maybe somebody there | could give us a ride?
That old man?
He is liable to shoot first | and ask questions later.
We see you, you old fart.
Thanks. Bye.
You tired yet, boy?
Please, mister, | you're scaring me.
No shit.
What did I do?
Let's just say | you're shit out of luck, son.
Just tell me what I can do. | Give me a chance.
We ain't even | having fun yet, son.
Run, run, run!
Swing right.
Come back to Papa. | Now.
All right, racing fans.
Here we go!
Oh, still kicking!
That should have done it.
Yes, that | should have done it.
Barry, | there's somebody out there.
I mean it this time. | I'm not making it up.
Stop. Listen.
I don't hear anything.
Jenny, stop! | My feet hurt.
What am I | supposed to do, carry you?
Carry me piggyback. | Just for awhile.
Lose 20 pounds. Yeah.
Oh, man. All right. | This guy's a lifesaver.
Come on, man. Wait. | Hey, man, want to give us a ride?
All we need is a ride. | We'll pay you.
Jenny!
Barry, wait! We could get | arrested for trespassing.
No.
Heather!
Barry!
Please, come on.
If you guys can hear me,
I'm gonna go back | and see if Sean's okay.
All right?
All right?
No, wait!
Okay, who's there?
Is there anybody there?
Barry, wait. Stop.
What if they're murderers
and they want us | to follow them...
so they can hide behind trees | and stab us?
There could be dead people | buried all around us,
and we'd never know.
They could tie us up in a cellar | and no one would ever hear us.
That's dumb.
There aren't any cellars | in the houses around here.
Okay, that's it. | Don't call me dumb, Barry.
I may not be the smartest person | in the world, but I'm not stupid.
I just act that way sometimes | to get people to like me, that's all.
Yeah, right.
All those stories | about murderers
and people following me. | I know it's not true.
It's better than being bored. | I'll tell you what's stupid...
is that line you gave me | about you and that girl, Brenda.
Not even a little kid | would believe that.
Jenny, that bitch. She started | this whole thing.
It's all her fault.
You'd like to think. I'll tell | you what it is. I'm a bitch.
I'm just like my mother. | She can't stand my father.
But she stays with him because
she wants a | certain kind of life.
I don't care | what anybody thinks.
That's still the best way | to get it.
What's wrong with that?
Forget it.
Okay, fine, but you | should've said something.
It pisses me off that | you let me go on like this.
It's embarrassing.
I told you, I'm a bitch.
If I wasn't such a chicken, | I'd be more like Jenny.
No, you wouldn't.
- You're probably right. | - She's a dog.
- You just don't know. | - What?
Everyone thinks | she's such a wuss, right?
Right.
Her mother gets married | every 15 minutes,
and her husbands are | always hitting on her.
That's why she's the way she is, | but I've had P.E. with her.
- She's got a body to die for. | - Really?
Sean?
Sean?
Great.
Tell them we'll give them 50 bucks | if they give us a ride, okay?
Fifty bucks?
You don't | have to give it to them.
Tell them to send us a bill.
If they get mad, | give them five bucks.
Tell them we'll send | the rest later.
It's no big deal.
Just business. | My father does it all the time.
You are weird.
Hey, is anybody home?
Hello?
Must be deaf.
Hey, is anybody in there?
Maybe they're out back.
Well, go check.
I have an idea! | Why don't I go check?
Bitch.
Damn it!
Hold it right there.
It's okay. We had a wreck. | All we want is a ride.
You better not shoot me, mister.
There was a man that shot | a kid who was robbing his house,
and they got him for murder.
"I propose to fight it out on this line | if it takes all summer."
That's Ulysses S. Grant.
You probably didn't know that, | did you? 'Course you didn't.
'Cause you're a bona fide moron.
Come poking your nose around | here where it don't belong.
Heather!
It's okay. | She's my girlfriend.
Don't trouble yourself.
No! No!
No! Stop!
No!
Please! No!
Please! Please!
No! Please!
If I go in there, | that's kidnapping.
My father's a lawyer.
I know what I'm | talking about, okay?
"Among other evils | that being unarmed brings you...
it causes you to be despised."
That's Niccolo Machiavelli. | Now get!
Okay, okay. I need to use | your bathroom, anyway.
Dumb-ass!
Heather, you in here?
Heather?
Heather?
I need to piss. | Where the hell's the bathroom?
Heather?
Heather, you okay?
There's some crazy guy outside | with a shotgun.
Locked him out, though. | You should've seen me.
Fuck!
Heather?
What's going on in there?
Barry? Who's out there?
Please! No!
No! No! No! No!
You don't need to be walking | these roads alone this time of night.
Why don't you get in?
Are you the one | that moved the cars?
Listen, either you want a ride | or you don't. It's up to you.
Where are you going? | Where's Sean?
- Where do you want to go? | - Where's Sean?
- Is that your boyfriend? | - Yeah.
He was the one that wasn't hurt. | Do you know where he is?
I know exactly where he is. | Now why don't you get in?
Well, where is he?
Goddamn it! | I said get in the truck.
Well, wait a second. | Hang on.
Yeah.
You got to watch getting into cars | with strangers these days.
I heard about | an old man once,
picked up a little girl | on the side of the road...
chopped both her arms off, | stuffed her in a culvert,
left her for dead.
- God, I fucking hate that. | - Yeah.
I mean, that sorry son of a bitch | didn't have shit for an imagination.
How fucking simple | can you get?
- Stop. You're scaring me. | - Scaring you?
You're not scared.
You don't know shit about | being scared, little girl.
Not yet.
You want scared?
Have a look behind you. | Have a look.
Yeah, how about that?
- Look again, goddamn it! | - No!
Go ahead, look again!
No! I think I want you | to stop and let me out.
You think? | Or do you know?
Go ahead and have a look.
- Getcha a better look. | - No.
- You don't want to look? | - No. No.
What's your goddamn problem?
Okay. | If you stop, I'll look.
- You wanted to stop. | - Stop it!
Come on, | have a look at that.
Have a look at that. | Take a look at that.
How about that? | What is that?
What is that?
Oh, god!
Yeah, of course, you gotta throw | in a little something extra...
just to let them know it ain't | Saturday morning cartoons,
if you know what I mean.
What's gonna happen to me?
You think I give a goddamn | what happens to you?
Are you letting me go?
You figure it out. | It's your goddamn life.
I don't understand.
Well, welcome | to the real world.
You don't know | what the hell you're doing.
Just where do you think | you're going?
Okay.
If that's what you want...
it's up to you.
Live and learn.
Oh, shit, no! | Oh, god, no!
No! No! God, no!
Somebody!
Oh, god.
Open this door!
- What in the world? | - Oh, god.
- It's okay. It's okay. | - He's out there.
No, no, it's fine. | It's all right.
Just come here. | Come here.
Just sit down. | Sit down, right now.
I'm gonna go see what's what. | No. It's gonna be all right.
Now just sit there. | I'll be fine. Now, listen.
I'm just gonna go put | a little scare into them.
All right, you got any balls, | show your face.
It's been a long night, boys.
I could use a little action.
It's nothing.
No, he's out there | with a chainsaw.
No, he had a chainsaw. He was | chasing me with a chainsaw.
Listen here. | It's just local boys
trying to give you | a little scare, that's all.
No, the guy with the wrecker | killed Sean.
Hell's bells. It's party time. | What about your friends?
I don't know. | They tried to get a ride.
W.E., what the hell | is going on?
Where's Vilmer? | I don't want to hear it.
You get your butt over here | mucho-quicko. All right.
I tell you, that old man, | his nerves are shot. Now listen.
Don't you worry.
Vilmer does something, | it's for a good reason.
- Who's Vilmer? | - Good question.
You know what? You look real pretty | with your glasses off.
- What? | - Well, what...
You should've brought | a gunnysack or something.
What's this look like to you? | Green eggs?
Well, what the hell | you waiting for? Tie her up!
You sit right down here, little lady. | I got enough trouble.
Goddamn it, W.E. | Now look what you got started.
Wait till Vilmer hears about this. | I swear to god.
Go!
Where's my gun?
It is easier to resist at | the beginning than at the end.
Be sure to tell Vilmer I'm gonna | stop off at the pizza place
and pick us up | some dinner, all right?
Why are you doing this?
"Conversation is | a game of circles."
That's Ralph Waldo Emerson.
What if I was | to turn you loose?
What would you give me?
What do you think | about that?
What do you want?
- What do you want? | - I'll tell you what I want.
W.E., what the hell | are you doing back there?
I tell you what.
Grow up, will you?
And tell Vilmer | I called our order in
so it would be ready | when I got there...
and then I'm | coming straight home.
Okay, we got | one medium deluxe...
one medium pepperoni, | one large vegetarian.
And your drinks'll | be out in a minute.
- Okay. | - Help me!
Lady?
I think you got something | in your trunk.
That's just somebody | I got tied up back there.
Really?
Really, what's back there?
You want to come see?
Sure.
I better not. I might get | in trouble or something.
All right.
Will you shut up | and quit kicking my car.
Okay, but I can't breathe.
Welcome to Bud's. | Can I get your order, please?
What do you want? | Coffee? Black coffee?
Yeah.
- Two black coffees. | - Is that all?
If I poke a hole for you, | you gonna quit?
- Well, somebody's got to do it. | - In your dreams.
Now if I hear any more | kicking or screaming...
I'm gonna come back here
and tape your | mouth shut, all right?
- Okay. | - Okay.
What you got in the car, honey?
Believe me, | you don't want to know.
Oh, come on now, | I'm a nice guy.
Ma'am. | Your drinks are ready.
What are you doing out here | in the middle of the road?
Please, help me.
All right.
But I gotta run and go get a | blanket or something first.
You stay right there.
Please, don't hit me. | Don't!
Don't hit me.
Stop!
Okay.
But don't you go | crawling off.
Get! I said, | get on out there. Move!
Leave him alone.
You run along | and do whatever W.E. tells you.
He even tries to hit you, | you let me know...
and I'll tell Vilmer.
"I have not yet begun to fight." | That's John Paul Jones.
You might can scare him, but you | so much as lay a finger on me...
you'll wish you'd | never been born.
Almost forgot. | One of them got away.
She's crawling off | down the road.
You better get her, too.
Come on. Bring her in.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm not gonna hurt you. See? | I'm not gonna hurt you.
See? I'm right here. | Not gonna hurt you.
Go on. Get in there. Move!
Get! Get!
Hi, sweetie. | How was your day?
Sweetie, would you shut up?
What are you | so pissed off about?
You having a bad day?
Why are my batteries | not charged?
Did W.E. tell you?
That son of a bitch. | I tell you what.
I told him to let you know
that I was on my way for pizzas | on the way home,
and he didn't tell you, | and I'm sick of it.
Look what your brother did | to this door.
Nobody gives a damn | about that door.
Hey, mister, | I have had it with you.
I'm so sick | and tired of you trying
to stir up trouble | between me and Vilmer.
You're the one | causing problems.
Ever since you got here, | you been nothing but trouble.
Nobody gives | a goddamn about the door.
I'm the one who | puts things together here.
- Nobody cares. | - It was fine before you come.
I said shut up.
My god.
What are you gonna do?
You don't fucking | believe this, do you?
Oh, god. What are you | gonna do to me?
You know, I asked you | a goddamn question.
He asked you a goddamn...
You don't think the FBI | has this place
under 24-hour surveillance?
You don't think there's | transmitters in all these walls?
Let me ask you one question.
- Are you having fun yet? | - Oh, god!
Because I promise you...
I promise you, you and I | are gonna have some fun.
Oh, no. No more, please.
- No. | - What's my fucking name?
- What is this? What is this? | - I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know!
You don't know?
- You don't know shit, do you? | - No. No.
Do you think all I want to do | is kill you?
I don't know.
You're goddamn right you don't.
Why don't you just | try to relax a bit, honey.
I know it's hard.
Why don't you mind | your fucking business?
Look at this fucking door.
What?
"The woman's a whore, | and there's an end on it."
That's Samuel Johnson.
Oh, take it on out of here.
Now, now.
Don't you let him get to you, | 'cause that's what he wants.
Will you please tell me | what all this is for?
Well, you'll have to | ask Vilmer that.
But if you ask me,
I think the son of a bitch | is from outer space.
Oh, god. | What are you gonna do?
No, what are you gonna do?
- Don't hurt her. | - Give her a kiss.
How could I hurt | a pretty face like this?
But then, I am | in the mood for love.
There, now.
How's that? | Feel better?
Look at you.
You're really pretty.
You know what? | I have got this dress
that I have never even worn | and it would be perfect on you.
Oh, you're scared.
- I just don't want to die. | - Well, of course you don't.
Will you help me?
Shut up in there.
You just hush up yourself. | It's just girl talk.
I tell you what. He's not near | as bad as he seems,
once you get to know him.
It's just this job. | You know, all the stress.
It's his job to kill people?
Well, I really shouldn't be | telling you this.
But you know how you | always hear these stories
about these people | who run everything,
but nobody knows | who they are, right?
Well, it's true.
I mean, I never would have | believed it, but it's all true.
I mean, who do you think | killed Kennedy?
Government?
No, that government | stuff is bullcrap.
It's these people.
And they've been doing this kind | of thing for, like, a thousand,
or two thousand years, | I forget which.
And nobody, I mean nobody, | knows their names.
And that's who | Vilmer works for.
I told you... goddamn it!
Alone again?
Little desert flower.
I've got a mind...
to slit your goddamn throat.
Give you a count to ten to give | me a reason why I shouldn't.
- Nine, eight, don't be late. | - What?
Seven, six, | you better get it right.
I don't want you to kill me.
Five, four.
Three, two.
Yes, you want me alive | for some reason!
You want me alive | for some reason.
That's a good answer.
That's a good answer.
Smart girl. | We've got us a smart girl.
Well...
it kind of makes you think, | doesn't it, smart girl?
Wrong, wrong.
You're embarrassing me | in front of company!
No, no, no, no, no!
Don't you ever touch me!
Okay, stop!
Nobody move, | or I'll shoot!
What did she say?
"Nobody move, | or I'll shoot?"
You want my advice? | Gut-shoot him.
Poison his insides. | Otherwise, it won't do no good.
He's been shot before. | Lots of times.
Run over. | It don't mean spit.
Oh, shut up, W.E. | Nobody asked you.
You shut up!
All the time, | running your big mouth.
No, everybody shut up!
Why don't you shut up?
Okay, now get down | on the floor.
Everybody get on the floor
and put your hands | in front of you!
- Get down! | - Okay.
You get down, too.
What are you gonna do, | shoot me?
Yeah, if you try something.
What if I do this?
Goddamn it, Vilmer! | That ain't one bit funny!
Stop it!
Now, we're going.
What do you think?
One, two. | Take your fucking chances.
- It's a damn trick. | - Shut up, W.E.
Why don't you | shut up your own self?
Oh, god. | Just forget it, hon.
I tell you, if that | shotgun was anywhere
where you could get at it, | believe me, it's what he wanted.
No. You stop.
You get back down.
"Discretion is | the better part of valor."
That'd be Billy Shakespeare.
You get down too, | or I'll kill you.
- Come on. | - I'm sorry, sweetie.
I got a big mouth. | What can I say?
Okay, maybe it's not loaded.
But maybe it is, so fuck you.
And if you come near me, | or if you try to stop me,
I'm gonna blow | your fucking head off!
Let's not make this | an all-nighter, all right?
I mean, I hate to be | a party pooper,
but it's late and I'm tired | and the pizzas are getting cold.
And nobody asked you | fucking shit!
Heather. Heather, get up. | Get up, Heather.
You have to get up. | We're gonna go.
Five more minutes.
Get up, Heather!
You're gonna kill her!
Heather, come on. Get up.
I can't find my shoes!
Heather, come on. | It's okay. Get up.
No, Heather. | No, you got to get up.
You got to get up now. | We have to get out of here.
Stop it!
Pop goes the weasel.
Oh, my god!
What are you doing in there, | little girl?
What are you doing there?
Oh, god!
Damn shame about | her face, Leather.
Least you can have her shoes.
Look who's coming to visit.
Come on up and have a good time.
We want to see that | that doesn't happen again.
No!
Don't get excited.
That ought to settle her down | for a while.
You better be nice to me.
'Cause I can always go back | to my husband.
Is that all you got?
Better come eat | before it gets cold.
All right, all right, all right.
What took you so long?
Welcome to my world.
I suppose we can forget about | having a nice, quiet evening.
Just go ahead | and breathe into this.
Go ahead.
Breathe. Breathe.
Yeah. Yeah.
I told him once, | I told him a thousand times,
it's gonna end in tears.
You lie down with dogs, | you're gonna get up with fleas.
Any fool ought to know that.
"Common sense is not so common." | That'd be Voltaire.
All right.
- Are you gonna help me or not? | - Are you gonna help me or not?
And don't tell me | any more of your stupid stories.
Hon, you just don't understand.
He doesn't work for anybody.
The only reason | for any of this
is that he's a psycho | and he gets off on it.
Get off. | Now listen. I just can't.
See, he put this little thing | in my head...
and all he has to do is | push one little button, and...
blow my head clean off.
There's nothing in your head.
Girl, you just said | a mouthful.
You get to running | with the wrong crowd,
wind up in the reformatory.
No respect. No discipline. | That's the problem.
Family values have gone | straight to hell.
Now, for why we came.
My brother here is tired | of what's-her-name's face...
and he wants a new one.
It just happens to be | he wants this face right here.
- Oh, no! | - Oh, yeah!
- No! | - Oh, yes!
Yes, it does.
Don't you touch me!
Don't you ever touch me!
If you're gonna kill me, | then do it!
I'm not gonna put up with | any more of your crap.
It's bullshit. | Nobody believes any of it...
except your idiot girlfriend!
It's fucking pathetic!
There is nothing to fear | but fear itself.
Now, I'm gonna leave, | and no one is gonna stop me.
You sit the fuck down!
And shut up.
Are we having | a party or what?
Here we go!
Douse her down!
Oh, please! No, | you can't do that! No!
- She had nothing to do with it! | - That doesn't matter.
- I'm sorry! | - Fire in the hole!
- Burn! | - No!
Watch her burn!
Burn!
Burn!
Now, why'd you have to | do that?
You know I can never get | that smell out of my clothes.
Oh, god.
Oh, god, no.
Well...
what the hell do you want?
I assume that that is | a rhetorical question.
You assume whatever | you goddamn well please.
It ain't no skin off my ass.
Is that what you | want me to think?
That you're a silly boy?
Oh, god. | Oh, god, you have to help me.
These people are crazy. | Please, come on. Let's go.
- Let's get out of here. Please. | - It's all right. Shush. Shush.
There, there. There, there. | Come on, now. Come on.
Come on. There.
That's better.
Come on, now. | Come on.
It's all right. | It's all right.
Just sit down. | There you go.
There. That's all right.
There, that's fine. | You just stay there.
It's gonna be fine, okay?
Come on, now. | It's all right.
It's all right. Come on.
There, see?
What is this?
No?
Can anybody else tell?
Things are gonna change.
I can promise you that.
You just sit there.
- No. No, don't go, please. | - You just sit there.
Fuck!
This is appalling.
You are here for one reason...
and one reason only.
Do you understand that?
I want to hear you say | you understand that.
No?
It's very simple.
I want these people to know | the meaning of horror.
Horror.
Is that clear?
You don't want to be | a silly boy.
Is that clear?
Is that clear?
Fucking A it is.
What...
What... | What are you...
what are you doing?
Why a woman like you has | anything to do...
with this...
cripple...
is a mystery to me.
Bastard, you know | exactly why I'm here.
What are you gonna do?
Oh, god. I don't | want anything! Oh, no!
Oh, god. Oh, no!
What? What?
What are you doing now?
Don't. It's not your fault! | Stop that!
Stop it.
Stop. It's not your fault!
Don't!
Don't! Please don't!
Get her, Leather!
We got some more fun today!
Vilmer!
Get that bitch!
Go!
Thank you, Mrs. Spottish.
It's a beautiful morning.
- Stop! Stop! | - Don't stop! Don't stop!
Stop! Please stop! | Oh, god, no!
There's a monster chasing her | with a chainsaw!
Step on it, Mr. Spottish!
Step on it!
Oh, no, no, no. | You have nothing to fear.
This...
All of this...
It's been an abomination.
You really must accept | my sincere apologies.
It was supposed to be | a spiritual experience.
I can't tell you how...
disappointed I am.
I suppose it's something | we all live with.
People like us | who strive for something...
a sense of harmony.
Perhaps it's disappointment | that keeps us going.
Unfortunately...
it's never been | easy for me.
One of my many failings.
Fuck you.
Would you like to go | to the local hospital...
or to a police station?
You know, this isn't the first time | something like this has happened.
Miss?
We will find out | what this is all about.
This is not the end of it.
Miss?
Do you know | who that is, miss?
Miss?
What the hell is going on | around here?