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[PAGES FLIPPING]

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Stupid asshole!

[HORN TOOTING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[HORN TOOTING]

God damn it.

[TIRE SCREECHES]

[HONKS]

Going my way, baby?

Hmm.

[GRUNTS]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

You God damn stupid!

Fucking asshole! Bitch!

God damn it.

[GROWLING]

[LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

[GUNSHOT]

[LAUGHS WICKEDLY]

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

Huh?

[MAIN TITLE MUSIC]

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Trick or treat.

Hi, Tom.

Morning, Paul, I didn't mean to wake ya.

No, that's all right. I was up, anyway.

You're not sleeping again, Paul.

Nah, I just wasn't tired.

If you wouldn't stay up all night,

watching old war movies and drinking like a fish...

Look!

You want something, Tom?

Oh yeah, you still coming to cook out?

Well...

The last one before the snow flies.

I know, I...

Gonna get real cold, then I have to retire the grill.

Yeah, I know.

Great.

Come over to my place about noon.

That'll give me time to get the grill good and hot.

Oh yeah, the wife's making pasta to go with the steak,

so, uh... leave a little extra room in your gut.

Happy Halloween.

[THUD]

[ROCK 'N' ROLL MUSIC PLAYING]

[HUMMING]

[ENGINE SPLUTTERING]

Ah, horse shit!

I better get this thing over to the side of the road.

[ENGINE HISSES]

God damn piece of Jap shit.

Great, Willard, just freaking great.

Now, how you gonna get home?

Huh?

Bingo.

Easy pickings.

Boy, am I glad to see you guys.

My brand new car ups and takes a shit on me,

out here at butt fuck Egypt of all places.

I know, I should've bought American and all that shit,

but listen, I sure could appreciate a ride into town, ya know?

I mean, I can make it worth your while,

I'm pretty well off with the green stuff, you know.

But I got something better than money, pal.

I got free tickets to Wayne Newton's Las Vegas all-nude review.

Wayne Newton's Las Vegas all nude review?

Ha! Wayne Newton, no kidding.

I hate Wayne Newton.

Oh, sorry.

Hate him with a passion.

Holy fuckin' shit!

Get me the fuckin' out of here!

You stupid, fuckin' shit for brains. Go get him!

But I wanna play!

We ain't fuckin' got time to play.

Go get him, God damn it!

You better go with him, Violet, honey.

Make sure the little priss don't fuck up.

We gonna skin that son of a bitch alive.

[GASPING]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

Stay here, you little dingleberry.

That fuckwad's mine.

[GASPING]

Uh.

Ah.

What's the matter, Phink?

Cat got your balls?

[GROANS IN PAIN]

Where the hell are those two?

Hurry up Phink or I'm gonna rip your balls off

and wrap em' around your head.

PHINK: Quit shoving, you're gonna get blood on my jacket.

VIOLET: Oh, boo-hoo, you big puss.

CRAWLDADDY: Stop it! Shut up and get the fuck in the van.

CRAWLDADDY: Close the God damn door and let's get the hell out of here.

We wasted enough time with you two dingleberries

runnin' around that corn field like it was some kind of playground.

I should've plugged myself before spittin' you two walkin' abortions out of my womb.

A God damn set of mistakes is what you are.

VIOLET: Mommy dearest, drunk again?

CRAWLDADDY: My left one, you syphilis-ridden bitch!

Look at all this wonderful skin.

He'll make a fine leather jacket.

As a matter of fact, he'll make a lot of fine leather jackets.

PHINK: Isn't that right, fatty?

VIOLET: Yeah, let me make a hot little bondage suit out of this one

and a pair of stiletto boots to go with it.

Ooh, let me watch, Momma, let me watch.

Yeah.

CRAWLDADDY: Think, you keep your dick in your pants!

And I told you to call me daddy, you shit head.

Now get me a knife, dick cheese.

CRAWLDADDY: We got some skinning to do.

[GROWLING]

Shit!

Jesus.

[GROWLING]

Don't just sit there, you stupid fuckin idiot.

Do something.

You stupid fuckin idiot. Jerk off!

CRAWLDADDY: Look what you've done.

Look at all of them holes, he's practically ruined.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

We better split before somebody sees us.

Asshole! Dog dick! Shit for brains.

You told me to do something.

Start this God damn thing, will ya?

Fuck you, it's dead.

CRAWLDADDY: Well, try it, anyhow.

Ugh!

Turn me loose!

[car won't start]

We better get rid of this tub o' lard before someone sees us.

You think I don't know that?

Hey, I got an idea.

You throw em' his in car, tip it over and make it look like an accident.

Well, what're we gonna do, huh? What're we gonna do?

If you don't shut up, I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck.

And we still got that hitch-hiker's body.

CRAWLDADDY: What?

I thought I told you to dump that body, boy.

I forgot.

Will you start this fuckin' thing already?

I'm trying God damn it, so just fuck off and die.

Ah, we're screwed, man. We're really screwed.

PHINK: Momma... I mean daddy!

CRAWLDADDY: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

PHINK: You don't want me to shut up... do you...?

Well folks, I hate to say it.

But I think you're gonna be stuck

in our wonderful little town for a couple of days.

She's pretty messed up. I don't see her running, for a couple of days.

Well, that just sucks.

PHINK: We're in kind of a hurry.

You don't say?

Yeah, well, we make and sell leather jackets and crap like that

and if we don't make it to Columbus by tomorrow night...

Yeah, we're gonna be in some shit, you dig?

Dig.

Well, I could work on 'er tonight.

Might have it running by morning

but I can't promise you anything.

1000 dollars?

Well...

Maybe I can have that thing running bright and early for you.

Are there any motels in this rat-hole of a town?

There was the Bates place, out by the old highway.

Eh, that closed down years ago.

Other than that, you're out of luck.

Well, that's just great.

Quit your whining.

You could stay at my place, we've got a guest room.

CRAWLDADDY: We couldn't impose.

Not at all, it's nice and quiet, secluded.

Besides, the wife will be happy to have ya.

We'll be happy to have her, Mr. Miles.

[LAUGHING CUNNINGLY]

Needs a bit of dusting I'd say but all in all,

It's a cozy little place,

if you don't mind a little dampness.

Ain't nobody stayed down here since my Aunt Edna come to spend the summer

and ended up moving in.

Tom found poor Edna dead of a heart attack, on Christmas day.

Stone cold dead.

Oh, you stupid ass-wipe!

Oh, I hope, I didn't scare you, none?

I know death spooks the holy ghost out of some folks.

CRAWLDADDY: Well no, I... WHINNIE: It don't frighten me at all.

I know my friends and family are siting at the pearly gates,

waiting to wave me inside.

Amen.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, woman.

I'm gonna get you one of them Miracle-Ears.

Didn't you hear me hollerin'?

I didn't hear you, Thomas. I got to talk and you know how that is.

Well, what did you want?

You got a phone call, upstairs.

She don't really have a call.

I just knew she was talking your ear off.

Had to get her out of here somehow.

Well, Whinnie's a fine woman, she just talks a bit too much.

Ah, Tom, she's a real charmer.

A real charming douche bag.

In fact, Whinnie reminds me a lot of my own dear mother.

Yeah, that's why you shot her.

[CHUCKLES] That Phink is such a kidder.

TOM: Now you folks think you'll be comfortable down here?

Huh? Oh fine, Tom. We'll be just fine.

Yeah, just like Howard Johnsons.

TOM: Oh good, that's great. I gotta run, I gotta get the grill ready.

Excuse me?

Yeah, we're having a cook out, tonight.

Before the snow falls.

You're all invited, of course.

What about our van, Mr. Miles?

Does 1000 dollars, ring a bell?

There's no need to get huffy about it.

There's plenty of time to fix that van of yours.

TOM: In the meantime, why don't you folks stay down here and be comfortable.

You 'traveling salesman' type are always in a hurry.

Uh, I think we've died and gone to Mayberry.

CRAWLDADDY: This is bullshit.

You! Stop throwing shit at me, Daddy.

[can clinks]

You're gonna join your blabbering grandma,

if you don't watch that God damn mouth of yours.

"That's why you shot her..."

Shouldn't we be collecting more bodies,

while we're still stuck in this shithole redneck town?

You're right, Violet honey.

PHINK: You two have fun, I'm staying right here.

I gotta get my beauty sleep.

Fine, you fuckin' lazy, little turd. Leave your prissy ass behind.

That's the way it always is.

Your sister and I do all the work,

and you sit behind and jerk off.

Bullshitski you fat, crippled butt-fuck.

I'm gonna open up an old fashioned can of whoop-ass boy,

if you don't learn you some respect for your fucking elders.

Violet!

Get me the fuck away from this chunk of shit.

Make me wanna puke, you little bastard.

Fuck the both of ya.

[LAUGHS BOISTEROUSLY]

Clam divers!

Don't hit that chair...

[CHAIR FALLS OVER]

VIOLET: He is as deaf, as he is dumb.

TOM: Best not be gone long girls, supper time's rolling around.

You bet Mr. Miles.

[LAWN MOWER STARTS]

VIOLET: We should take that old fart out now, Daddy.

CRAWLDADDY: Don't be foolish, Violet honey.

What about the van? What're we gonna do?

Walk all over the country?

We can steal his truck. No one would know.

Violet, sometimes I see too much of your brother in you

and that scares me.

[CAR KNOCKS OVER TRASH CANS]

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

Heh!

[HUMMING]

DELIVERY BOY: Good day, sir... Ma'am, hi...

You Whinnie Miles, by chance?

Why, yes, yes I am.

Well, I've got a package for you, miss

I wonder what it is. Let's open it, shall we?

All right, then... uh... I just need you to sign here?

Knives. Sharp ones too.

Look at it.

Uh... Um...

- Oh... - I just-I just need you to...

This is a good one.

Let's see how sharp they are, shall we?

[FINGERS SLICED]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

[SCREAMING]

[CAR STARTS UP]

MAN: Excuse me, are you happy with your life?

Oh, Jesus.

Blargh...

[BODY FALLS]

[MOWER STILL RUNNING]

[MUMBLES IN PAIN]

[CAR HONKS]

[PHONE RINGS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

WOMAN: My lawyer call yet?

Yeah, your lawyer called.

I hope you're ready to fork over more money.

What more do you want?

You got the kids. You got all my money.

- I want the house. - You're getting the God damn house back.

I want your balls, Paulie-Boo.

Can't you just leave me the hell alone?

Well, you just started this whole mess...

[PHONE RINGS]

Paul. Paul! Answer me, God damn it!

That's it, I'm calling Bob and we're coming over right away.

You hear me, Paul?

Paul. Answer me God...

Hey, Tom.

Oh, Paul. Well, come on in.

No thanks, I just came to get those boxes.

I see. Well, how's the moving coming along?

Are y'all packed up yet?

Hm... Not yet.

Do you know where Tom put those boxes?

Yes, oh well, how can I help?

Boxes, Whinnie, I came to get the boxes Tom saved for me.

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

They're in the basement, I think.

Have you heard from Louise?

Well, yeah, unfortunately.

How's the kids? I bet they sure miss you.

The kids are fine, Whinnie. Just fine.

Divorces are just the absolute worst thing in the world, don't you think so?

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh, I gotta get that. I bet that's Mable Garee with that

new spaghetti sauce recipe. You help yourself with the boxes, Paul.

Tom, you down there?

Hey, Tom.

[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]

What the hell is this?

[EERIE MUSIC PLAYING]

What the hell?

Good God!

Boo!

You like it?

Huh?

My sculpture. My art work.

Do you like it?

You mean that thing?

You made that?

Yeah, just this morning.

You didn't think it was real, did ya?

Is it a statement or what?

It sure looks real.

It's sort of religious. Don't you think?

The way it's just... hanging there.

Excuse me?

You wanna touch it?

Uh... I think I'll pass.

Well then...

You wanna touch this?

What's the matter? I don't bite.

Unless, you like that kind of stuff.

TOM: Paul.

I have to go.

Men are such pathetic worms.

TOM: Hey Paul, are you down there?

I wondered where you went, I saw you come up the drive and I...

Hey.

You've got some weird friends, Tom.

Real fuckin' weird.

What an asshole.

Fine time to be scared stiff...

God damn world's just full of freaks.

Lookin' for your bottle, Paul?

Just like a baby. If all else fails, cry to mommy

and she'll ram the bottle in your mouth.

I guess it's true what they say, some things never change.

God damn you.

Calling me wasn't good enough, huh?

You had to come over here and fuck with me, in person.

What the hell do you want now?

Tsk-tsk, Paul, I'd watch what you'd say.

Bob will be over, any minute now.

Bob?

What the hell does he want?

Look, you and your attorney can both go fuck each other

for all I care.

We already have.

The first day I went to see him about divorcing your lame ass.

You're joking.

I wish for your sake, I were.

It'll be funny, if it wasn't so pathetic, you know?

The whole time Bob was fucking you in court,

he was fucking me in bed.

Look.

Why don't you just give me back my bottle

and get the hell outta my life.

Please.

Oh God, yes, I just love it when you beg, Paul.

Just like our wedding night.

Get the fuck out!

Look, this house is soon to be yours, soon enough.

Why can't you just leave me alone?

If you'd have put this much effort into our marriage,

as you put in making my life, a miserable hell,

maybe it wouldn't have ended this way.

Paul, I'm sorry.

Nice of you to stop by.

Sorry you can't stay, Louise.

No Paul, That's where you're wrong.

I have all the time in the world.

Soon, this house will be mine.

The children can hardly wait.

The children? Where are they?

Why aren't you with them?

Who did you leave them with, this time?

Why would you care about our children?

For your information, they're at the old house,

with Stanley.

Stanley?

You tell that slimy, son of a bitch, con artist

to keep his hands off my kids.

- You hear? - Stanley has been more like a father to them

than you ever have been or ever will be.

As far as I am concerned, Stanley's just another

one of your cheap fucks, just like Bob.

Huh-uh, Mr. Hickox, wife beating. That'll get you three to five.

Fuck you, Bob.

I know the laws, I'm a cop, remember?

An ex-cop, remember? Besides, blowing a whole round of ammo

into a Mexican woman in the dead of night, in a junk yard,

hardly follows the laws of this state.

In California, well, maybe but this Ohio.

Ridgway Ohio, to be exact,

This is as backwoods as it gets, except, maybe for Akron.

Hmm.

What can I do for you, Bob?

(Do? Hell, I don't need nothin), I got everythin' I need here,

Ain't that right, Wheezy?

[WATCH ALARM RINGS]

Damn Sam. Good thing I got me one of these here digital deals.

Almost forgot my trip to the airport.

Morton Downey Jr.’s havin' me on his television program.

Tonight's show is for husbands that don't pay

their back alimony. Which reminds me,

I think you owe us three months alimony, ain't that right?

Just make the check out to Robert Hudson, Attorney, as usual.

I'd pay it if I had it, Hudson.

Hmm, I see, I guess, garnishment of your wages

is out of the question then, huh?

I don't even have a job.

Not since I left the force.

You mean, after you were thrown off the force.

What the hell else do you want from me?

This little leech has already taken everything I've ever owned.

Well, if that's so, then explain to me why it's taking you

so long to, um... How should I put this? Get the hell out?

I'm moving as fast as I can.

Well, move faster or I'll have to come in and

put a boot up your ass, pronto, dig it?

Good good.

Now Louise, if you're finished here,

I'd like a ride to the airport and points beyond.

Drinking is bad for your health.

[BOTTLE CRASHES]

Tsk-tsk, Paul.

How will this look in court? Now, blow the fuck off.

[CAR DRIVES OFF]

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Aw, don't they make a cute couple?

Never mind how cute they are.

You just do your womanly duty and clean them up.

Don't you pull that macho, jerk off shit with me.

I'm not your slave.

Kills you do some work, doesn't it, Violet?

My left one.

And top using my Midol!

You two have yourselves a grand ol' time arguing, amongst yourselves.

Where the hell are you going?

I've got a dinner date.

What?

The charming Miles family has invited moi

for steak dinner.

Well, what're we supposed to eat?

You'll can eat shit for all I care.

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

Hope that's enough for you, Miss Crawfish.

That's Crawldaddy, ma'am.

WHINNIE: Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm just the worst when it comes to names.

Crawldaddy.

Now that ain't no fittin' name for a lady, is it?

Maybe I'm not fittin' to be a lady.

WHINNIE: Where's your darlin' little children, Miss Crawford?

Goodness knows, I sure made enough to feed an army.

So, where are the

ohh, youngin's at?

The kids are busy.

You say, uh... busy?

[COUGHS]

[COUGHS]

Yeah, the little darlin's are busy.

God bless em',

Well, that's a shame, I wanted to talk to 'em some more.

You know how it is, ma'am.

All work and no play.

Phink.

Huh...?

It's time to play.

You first.

[EERIE MUSIC]

He's alive.

Comin' to meet you, Jee-zus...

This is gonna be more fun than I thought.

We better gag em.

This ought to keep you quiet.

[GAGS]

Ready doctor?

Ready.

[KNIFE SLICES FLESH]

PHINK: Man...

Woman.

Birth.

Death.

BOTH: Infinity.

Good job, Phink.

Oh, he's dead.

I've got another idea,

if you're man enough.

Cut me a piece of his skin.

Do it!

You are gonna love this.

Your turn.

VIOLET: Now this won't hurt a bit.

Wanna lick the spoon?

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

Would you like some more tatters, Miss Crawltrain?

Crawldaddy, It's Crawldaddy.

Oh, I'm so sorry, like I told ya

I'm just terrible with names.

Oh Tom, I wanted to ask you a little favor.

What's that?

Me and the boy gotta go into town

for some supplies and shit.

We wonder if we can borrow your truck?

I don't see why not, I won't be usin'it.

You run me down to the shop, so I can get that van of yours runnin'

and that truck's all yours.

You know, that's what I like about small town:♪...

You're always treated like family.

What's your problem?

What the hell is with this thing??

Come on with this...

You want me to change your diaper for you now, little baby?

Damn!

I hate men.

This is bullshit. Bullshit! I want out of this place.

What the hell are you bitching about?

I'm tired, I'm hungry, I hate this house, I hate this town!

[SLAPS]

CRAWLDADDY: Watch your mouth, boy. Show your host some respect.

Now, come on.

Where are we goin"?

Just do as I say, come on.

CRAWLDADDY: Can't you how much we appreciate this, Mr. Miles.

Don't mention it. No problem at all. No problem at all.

Awful kind of you to trust us with your truck,

us being strangers and all of it.

Bullshit. I know no strangers.

Well, I know a few.

CRAWLDADDY: God damn it.

Careful, I said.

Don't stuff me in this truck, you little prick

help me in this truck!

[GRUNTING & GROANING]

PAUL: Hey, Tom.

TOM: Paul, where you been? You missed all the food.

Yeah, sorry about that. I fell asleep, lost track of time.

Fell asleep or passed out?

Tom, Don't start.

I'm not starting anything. I'm just stating a fact.

You drink too much.

Well, that's my problem.

Friends of yours?

Yeah, they're from out of town,

they're gonna barrow the truck, for a while.

You think that's a good idea?

What'd you mean?

Look at them for Christ's sakes.

Hey Tommy boy. Can we get a move on?

Sure thing.

[RICOCHET]

Damn Tom, you're so naive sometimes.

[SIGHS]

Forget about him, Tom. He's an asshole.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Don't touch anything.

You know, I don't like that Paul guy, one bit.

Don't trust him.

Where's that guy from, anyway?

He's Tom's neighbor.

I guess, he's really fucked in the head.

Wife and kids left him after he got thrown off the police force.

He's a cop?

Ex-cop.

He got fired for shootin' up some chick in a junk yard.

What?

Blew the hell out of some Mexican chick

for no apparent reason, thought she was a gang leader or something.

Un-fucking-believable.

Maybe we should hire him to do our killin'!

[LAUGHING]

Hey, that reminds me.

What?

I forgot to move that hitch-hiker's body outta the van.

You what? Why I oughta...

Kill yourself, kill yourself, don't rely on no one else...

Kill yourself, kill yourself...

Dick! Dick!

Hrumph!

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[GRUNTS IN PAIN]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[TIRE SCREECHES]

[WALKMAN CONTINUES PLAYING]

CRAWLDADDY: Now you did it!

Now you went and fuckin' did it.

In broad daylight, in the middle of the town,

for everybody to see.

Shut up!

What is that horrible smell?

[SNIFFS]

Must've hit a possum or somethin'

No roadkill.

[SNIFFS]

Ain't me. Gotta be inside.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYS]

Phew!

Smells like a God damn sewer in here.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

Good God!

[MAN & WOMAN SCREAMING]

I hate to see this go to waste.

I'll take this down to Violet.

Poor girl's probably starvin' to death.

All alone in that cold basement.

I bet she could use a little home cookin:

Violet.

Violet.

You in here?

Now, d-don't...

Don't play games with me, honey.

Violet?

[GASPS]

[THUMPING]

Now don't play games with me now.

[THUMPING CONTINUES]

Violet, I'm getting too old for this kind of...

[CLOCK CHIMES LOUDLY]

[THUMPING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS]

[MAN GASPS FOR AIR]

Oh, my God.

[SCREAMS]

Grandma wants to play rough, huh?

[SCREAMS]

[FAINT SCREAMS]

Paul, please, Paul, help me.

Oh Paul, please.

Open the door, please.

[SCREAMS]

[CHOPPING NOISE]

Jesus Christ!

You're next, lover boy.

[CAR HONKS]

Tom! Tom!

Go away.

Shit.

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

Don't just stand there.

Do something!

That mother scratcher is mine.

CRAWLDADDY: No!

Son of a bitch is mine.

[GROWLS]

[LAUGHS CUNNINGLY]

Come on, gramps. You don't want to miss all the fun.

VIOLET: Ha! You can't lock me out, lover boy.

[GRUNTS]

Door knob.

Wanna watch your friend die, old man?

Little pig, little pig, let me the fuck in.

[BANGS DOOR]

What the crap!

Oh, fuck.

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

Hey, Rambo, didn't you mommy tell you not to play with guns?

You're gonna put an eye out with that thing.

So you're goin' to shoot me, are ya?

Well, G.I. Joe, I don't think you got it in ya.

Don't you just love guns?

I don't think you've got the balls.

You know what else I think?

I think you're one...

Big...

Pussy.

[SHOOTS]

Son of a whore.

[SHOOTS]

You God damn son of a bitch!

[KICKS TOM]

[SHOOTS]

[GROANS]

Christ.

Paul.

Where's Whinnie?

Where's Whinnie?

It's all right, Tom.

Whinnie is all right.

Whinnie, Whinnie.

Shh... Tom. Save your breath.

Tom, come on!

Whinnie?

Where's Whinnie?

Whinnie's all right.

Tom. Hey Tom!

Tom, don't die, God damn it!

Don't you die on me, you son of a bitch.

He needs a blanket. Gotta get a blanket.

Gonna go into shock...

Where's the God damn blankets?

I'll be right back, Tom.

Save your strength.

Stay awake.

Call a God damn ambulance.

Ah! Fuck!

Where's the God damn blankets?

Damn thing.

Shit.

Aw, come on, Rambo.

Don't you wanna play war?

You're no fun.

[ECHOING] Good morning,

and good night!

Son of a bitch.

Ha! You loser.

Let's see you do that again...

Fucker!

You dick.

Tom, wake up.

Jesus Christ.

Tom, Tom!

Hell, Tom, don't die.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Don't you die on me, God damn it, Tom.

[YELLS]

Sorry, wrong number.

You think you can shoot down old Iron Head Phink, huh?

Aw, what's the matter?

Did you hurt your little hand?

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

You killed momma.

I mean, Daddy.

[SHOUTS]

You killed my sis... sis... Violet...

And worse yet, you tried to kill me.

[GROANS]

Now, what in the world were you gonna do with that gun, huh?

Do you know what happen the last time you got...

[CLICKS]

This is one, this is for momma, I mean, Daddy.

[KNEE CRUNCHES]

[GROANS]

This one is for my sister.

[KNEE CRUNCHES]

[GROANS]

This one, soldier boy

is for me.

[BITES NOSE]

You bit my fucking nose.

You God damn, crazy son of a bitch, cannibal fucker!

[SHOOTS]

[BODY FALLS]

[GROANS]

[PHINK GROWLS]

[GROWLS]

[CRACKLING] PHINK: Kneecaps...

[GUNSHOTS]

[BODY FALLS]

[GRUNTS]

TOM: Crawldaddy.

PAUL: Tom, it's me, Paul.

Tom?

[CLICKS]

Wait, Tom!

[SHOOTS, BODY FALLS]

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

[ROCK SONG PLAYING]

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