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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 appétit.

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)

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