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Take aim.

Fire!

Unprecedented, historic casualties.

More Americans died in the so-called Civil War...

than in the two World Wars combined.

618,000.

Although popular media usually portrays the Civil War...

as a series of epic battles for honor and glory...

the reality is far from either.

General Sherman's march through South Carolina alone...

cost over 8,000 innocent Southerners their lives.

Sparing no women or children...

Sherman reduced the city of Columbia to ashes overnight.

While you're on spring break next week down in Florida...

you might better understand why so many Southerners...

still are angry at the North...

and their rampage of death and destruction.

I get it.

Their fashion might be a little bit out of date.

Rest assured one day in the future...

your grandkids will be laughing at photos of you.

Shit.

All right, all right, settle down.

One of the big problems for the Southerners...

Fucking piece of shit! God damn it!

Nelson!

It's jammed, sir.

What's going on?

Oh, God.

Have a nice break. See you in two weeks.

You, you, you... stay!

It's about respect, gentlemen.

Respect for me...

respect for the subject matter...

but, most of all, respect for yourselves.

Papers like this...

"General Sherman: A Total Badass"...

ain't going to cut it.

Your antics today clearly demonstrated...

how serious you are about your studies.

You, Anderson, you missed class yesterday.

Actually, I didn't miss it at all.

You think this is very funny, eh?

This university won't miss any of you...

next semester when you're expelled.

That is, unless you all turn in...

three new term papers...

by, let's say, the end of spring break.

Let me remind you of an old saying...

Those who don't learn from history...

are doomed to repeat it.

Gentlemen, the party's over.

Vilano Beach, Palm Beach, Palm Coast.

Daytona!

Aw, shut the fuck up.

How much farther are we?

I don't know. It's not even that bad.

Daytona is another eight hours.

It's in Florida. It's heavy-duty.

Dump the fuckin' map. I'll find us a shortcut.

Dude, this is so nice, man.

Why do we even want to go to Florida?

We should just stay right here.

Have you guys taken a moment to look around you?

Look at this place!

Oh, yeah. It's fuckin' awesome.

I love the smell of cow shit in the morning.

Take it all in, boys. Sniff it.

All right, all right, all right.

I know what I'm gonna write my term paper on.

"Cow Shit of the South: The Smell of Victory."

Dudes!

The whole point was getting away from history class.

Fuck! What the fuck is this?!

Who is this guy?

What the fuck?

That was my armadillo.

We've been tracking that all day.

You totally wasted it.

L... I'm sorry, man. I didn't see it.

It was like it fell out of the sky, dude, I swear.

Tell you what. Lf, you know, if you give...

me and Dr. Mambo here a lift...

you know, we'll totally call it even.

Dr. Mambo?

Where you guys heading? South.

Daytona Beach.

Awesome!

Awesome! Let me get my pack, dude.

Yeah, hop in, man.

Go.

Face!

The way I see it...

if we drive through the night...

we'll be quaffing beers by noon...

and boffing chicks by 5:00.

And pushin' up daisies by midnight.

Go, banjo boy, go!

Holy...

fucking...

shit.

Oh, God, man. I could drink her bath water.

Dude, I'd eat the peanuts out of her shit.

She's not your type, dog.

Trust me.

Dude, if she has a pulse, she's my type.

Watch and learn.

Hey, man.

What's up, dude?

Not much. Just going on a road trip with the ladies.

Where are you guys heading?

Daytona Beach.

My brother's got a beach house.

On the beach.

Yeah. Must be fate.

Must be.

We're headed there ma�ana.

Cool.

Well, I was thinking that...

We should all hook up when you guys hit town.

You got a number, hon?

You wouldn't happen to have a pen or paper?

Who needs paper?

You know what, ma'am?

I couldn't agree with you more.

So, what's your name, cowboy?

Anderson.

Whenever you're finished, you can come up for air...

Anderson.

What is your name?

Oh, I'll tell you...

if I call.

Later, boys.

On the beach.

Was that a score?

I can't really say.

She'll call. She wants the house.

OK. We're in "Deliverance" country now.

So, unless you're into squealing...

like Porky Pig's love bitch, Nelson...

we need a shortcut.

You guys have no faith, man.

Let's go.

Nice overalls, dude.

Pushin' up daisies by midnight.

Yep, we're lost.

Great.

Anderson, you got the map?

Of course you don't.

It's in the trunk.

Trunk? Yeah.

Way to stay up with me, guys.

I got to do all the driving while they...

It's midnight, boy.

Man, shut up! Hey, hey, hey.

It's just a dream.

Dream, whatever.

Where the fuck are we?

You took a shortcut, didn't you, Nelson?

Look. I tried to wake you two douche bags, all right?

This is your fault, too, kind of.

Our fault?

Yeah. I mean, no.

Guys, look, sign, all right?

Detour sign.

Enough. Get out of the front seat.

Come on. Get out. Get out.

I'm driving. That's it. That's it.

Later! Shit!

Wait up!

Ass munches.

- Get him. - Ow! Hey!

I can't reach him.

Ow! You cinched my sack.

Ow, bitch!

I just want to go to the beach!

This isn't a real detour.

Where the hell are we?

Check it out.

Looks like it's abandoned.

What the hell is that?

This place is like a ghost town.

Welcome to Pleasant Valley.

Well, don't be a wet ding dong, fellas.

Buckman's the name.

Mayor's my game.

Now, why don't y'all here give us a big howdy do, hmm?

Anderson Lee. Nice to meet you, sir.

Uh, my two partners here go by...

Lee? Lee. Anderson Lee.

My, my, my, what a beautiful surname you...

Y'all ain't from the South, now, are you?

Born and raised, sir.

Lived in South Carolina till freshman year.

Then you crossed over to the other side, I see.

Well, well, we might just save you yet.

You see, y'all arrived...

just in time to be our honored guests...

at the Guts 'n' Glory Jubilee.

Dude, I say we get the hell out of Dodge.

Like, my brother's waiting on us, bro.

Well, good morning, Miss Peaches.

If I supply the peaches...

do you think you boys could supply the cream?

We're staying.

At least for five minutes.

Well, looky here.

Appears we got more guests fresh on the way.

What?

Pussy wagon's here.

Well, don't that beat all?

You all the prettiest damn Yanks I ever seen.

Jesus Christ, it's Toon Town.

Toony Town?

Son, this is Pleasant Valley.

And for the next two days...

it's gonna be nothing but dancing and games.

And best of all...

a mouth-watering... mmm, mmm... barbecue.

Let me guess.

Detour sign?

Detour sign.

What do you think?

I'm game for anything.

Tell you what.

You stay, we'll stay.

Cool.

Judas Priest.

We got ourselves two more Yanks for the jubilee.

What the hell kind of detour was that?

Negro and Chinaman to boot.

That's Chinawoman.

And what a woman!

Well, don't just stand around, folks.

Granny's got rooms waiting on you at the hotel.

Come on!

Come on!

Welcome to Granny Boone's hotel.

'Sup?

I don't think so, Amos.

- I'm Hester. - And I'm Glendora.

Granny Boone said we're supposed to show you to your rooms.

You girls want to burn some blunts?

You know, spleef?

Reefer.

You two are so lucky you're hotties.

Any more luggage, boy?

Boy?

Ain't y'all motherfuckers ever heard...

of the Civil Rights Movement?

Is that anything like a bowel movement?

What, are you out of your fuckin' mind?

Kick back, hon.

Granny Boone done wash out some fresh sheets for ya.

Guess you people aren't wearing those things any more, huh?

Tell me, where do black folks hang out around here?

From off that tree down there yonder, usually.

Oh, you want to get down, huh? All right.

Chill, baby. I don't think our bellhick...

is playing with a full deck here.

Granny Boone say we got to please all our festival guests.

Even you.

Well, we wouldn't wanna...

piss old Granny Boone off, now, would we?

All right then, that's more like it.

Now, remember...

dinner is at seven P.M. Sharp.

And Granny Boone, she hates tardiness.

Well, then y'all best leave us to prepare.

OK, then.

I bid you adieu.

That's German for I'll see you later.

Shit we got to go through for a free meal.

Come on, Malcolm.

A little old-fashioned hospitality might be fun.

Fuck old-fashioned hospitality.

I'd rather fuck you.

Oh, shit.

This sure is a fine reenactment setup they've got going here.

I ever tell you how much I love Civil War tourist attractions?

Don't y'all mind us none.

Jezebel!

Come here, you little mutton chops.

I say to hell with Daytona.

I, sir, am in accordance.

You know, I never knew you were Southern.

I was raised by my Aunt Charlotte.

She was old-school Southern.

She taught me to open the door for the ladies...

say, "Yes, ma'am" "Why, no, ma'am."

You sure unlearned that shit fast.

Right, Cory.

It's still in me in the background.

School's in session!

My misguided spawn.

Now, why in the hell did you let them two devils

in Pleasant Valley, hmm?

Lord knows I don't cotton to waiting on a darky...

and... however, in service to the festival...

Mmm, well, it'll all be over soon.

Looks like Miss Peaches...

done snagged herself a Yankee boy already.

I got my eye on that purty one

with them long legs leading up to them tender buttocks.

Now, now, now.

You leave her to Harper, boy.

That tasty dish don't stand a chance...

once he walk up on her.

Am I right or am I right?

Trouble

Trouble

Came a-knockin'

Came a-knockin'

Trouble

Trouble

Came a-knockin'

Came a-knockin'

Trouble

Is this place a hoot or what?

Can you believe these hicks actually think...

we're gonna sleep in separate beds?

Well, I say we hang, grab whatever we can...

and blow.

The whole town or just those frat boys?

Don't worry, Ricky, I'll save one for you.

What about saving one for me?

Now, which one would that be...

perhaps Mr. "I'll stay if you stay"?

To our door

Hey, handsome.

Hello, everybody.

On behalf of our little town...

I'm here to welcome y'all...

and invite you to taking in some of our sites.

I'll wrestle you for him.

What's that?

Nothing.

Just ignore him.

Dang, Jethro.

You got some muscles there.

It's Harper, ma'am.

Harper Alexander.

I'm Kat...

as in pussy.

This is Joey, this is Ricky.

Perhaps if Miss Pussycat is willing...

the sun sure looks mighty nice...

reflecting on the lake right about now.

Miss Pussycat is more than willing.

Well, then, I guess I'll be seeing...

you other fine folks at the festival.

If you will.

Wait, Kat.

It's my good-luck dog tag.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Is there anything you wouldn't do?

Later, kitty cat.

Welcome, welcome.

Don't tell me. You must be Miss Boone.

It's a real pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Oh, Miss Boone, from the bottom of our hearts...

we thank you for such fine accommodations.

Oh, don't make me blush.

And that's Granny to you, sonny boy.

Y'all like my ladies?

Yes, ma'am.

Y'all ready for a good ole time?

Yes, ma'am.

So...

Gosh dang it.

Kitty's getting away.

Come here, you stupid cat.

Get over here.

Why don't you gentlemen give him a hand?

All right.

See you soon, boys.

Is this some hillbilly reality show type of thing?

You know this is Georgia, Miss Pussycat.

Harper, try just calling me Kat.

Miss Pussy sounds so formal.

Well, Kat...

how could one not but smile whilst in the company...

of such a beautiful Northern sophisticrat like yourself.

You're either the most romantic guy I've ever met...

or you're completely full of shit.

- Come here. - Get back here, kitty.

I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Come on, guys.

Come here, kitty.

My daddy proposed to my mama right here on this spot.

My daddy proposed to my mom in the back of a '69 chevy.

Course that was before the troubles.

Before all that fire done burnt this spot to the ground.

Feels like a fire right now.

You know, life always finds a way of pushing itself...

up through death, Miss Kat.

Feels like something else is trying...

to push its way through now, baby.

You like horses?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on. Come on, you little cat.

Once again, Anderson Lee showing how to get pussy.

Thanks, mister.

Name's Hucklebilly.

Hey, what's up, Huckleberry?

It's Hucklebilly, dumb ass.

Damn. Feisty little fella.

Y'all wanna play a little game with me?

I don't know, Hucklebilly.

We got some ladies waiting for us...

if you know what I mean.

Yeah. Heck with it, then.

Oh, come on.

The little kid has no one to play with.

Poor little circus clown.

How about that roll in the hay you were talking about?

Make me scream that rebel yell.

Well, that, ma'am, I can guarantee.

You just lay right here, OK?

I didn't know my Southern gentleman

had a touch of kink in him.

If a kink means a hunger for you, ma'am...

then that he does.

Hey, look, dude.

We're sorry.

Leave me alone.

Hey, we'll play a game with you, all right?

What do you got in mind?

It's called Kill the Kitty.

- Shit. - See, kitty's been bad.

Real bad.

I'm gonna lynch her.

And y'all can be the witnesses!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. All right.

What would your mother think...

if you hurt that poor little kitty?

My mama?

Mister, my mama give me a silver dollar...

for every broke-neck pussy I bring home.

Harper, honey...

this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

Well, Miss Pussy, it's exactly what I had in mind.

Now, I know you city folk think us country boys naive...

in the ways of love...

but we ain't as innocent as you might think.

I mean...

I think this might be taking it just a little too far.

Frankly, Miss Pussy, I don't give a damn.

Yee-haw!

Ow.

I know it's not etiquette...

to eat without everyone present...

but a little birdie advised me...

that perky friend of yours is gonna be a little bit tardy.

So let us pray.

Dear Lord...

we thank you for the food we are about to eat...

that makes us whole in mind, body, and soul.

Amen.

Dig in.

I'm so hungry I could eat an entire goat...

and not share a single hoof.

Disgusting.

Huckleberry's got the munchies.

It's Hucklebilly, pig breath.

Can't you Northern folks get nothing right?

Miss Boone...

Excuse me, Granny.

You've simply outdone yourself.

Thank you.

Hear, hear.

Sure looks tasty. Mmm.

Speaking of tasty...

it appears that, uh, our Harper Alexander...

has done gone and swept your Miss Kitty Cat here...

off her feet.

Lucky bitch.

Guest or no guest...

I will not tolerate swearing at my table.

Just ignore him.

Jealousy always gets in the way of his manners.

Jealousy?

Kat always bags the fine guys first.

Just once I wish she was the one eating...

sloppy seconds.

May I offer you some fresh milk with your pie?

I... l... I think... I think you just did.

I'll keep my jug handy.

Holy mother of God.

Is this seat taken, miss?

What if I said it was?

Well, I guess I'd have to tell you...

what a mistake you've made...

and what an opportunity you've missed.

I guess I couldn't give you these.

How... romantic.

You ever hear of a sixty-second romance?

Got a minute?

I got all night.

You listen up careful now.

Harper done did his duty for the festival

with that Yankee filly.

Time's now come for you two to do yours.

That's a mighty big noose you got there for a cat.

Who says it's for a cat, jug head?

Why, if you even think of hurting Jezebel...

Shut your mouth now, Lester.

Leave that boy alone.

Been meaning to talk to you about Jezebel.

Is, uh, this mutton chop at least a girlie?

She's a woman to you, Daddy.

Now, if y'all excuse us...

come on, baby.

Now, Daddy. Daddy, don't mind Lester none.

I got full confidence in him.

Son, one time I had full confidence in a fart.

Shit all over myself.

Hey, perv.

Hey, chick with milk jugs walk by?

She was headed toward the cow pasture...

crying your name.

When you're finished with your boyfriend...

you know where to find me.

What?

Gentlemen...

I believe it is time for another toast.

Hit me, bartender.

To the ties that bind...

friendship...

and in this case...

the fine folks of Pleasant Valley!

Three queens.

What?

Nothing.

Bitch.

I feel like we're in a Confederate frat party.

You know what I always say?

The only difference between a frat boy and a gay boy...

is a six-pack of beer.

You know it's true.

Hmm.

And, uh, remind Lester...

that he has to cornhole that sissy boy.

I know... I know it goes against the good Lord.

I'll do it, Daddy!

That's nothing to get excited about, Rufus.

God damn it.

Come on, Rufus, put your weight into it.

That's right, girl.

Get him, Pretty Ricky.

Oh! Miss Angry.

You got angry muscles.

Big-ass muscles.

Come on.

Not you.

See ya, dude.

Come on, Rick.

God damn.

Winner does the pitching, loser does the catching.

Ah, screw that.

Even you're gonna get laid?

That's right.

Don't whack it too hard.

Come on, girl.

God.

And to all, a good night.

Uh-uh. Not yet, boy.

Oh, take it off.

Take it all off.

Get away.

This what you wanted?

Nelson!

Oh, Nelson!

Surprise!

Holy shit.

Oh, my God. I've been thinking about you all night.

You gonna invite me in...

or just stand there polishing your musket?

Damn right I'm gonna invite you in.

Peek-a-boo.

Whoa.

That was fast.

Hey, nice to see ya.

Got milk?

Milk?

So, wanna get to know each other a little bit maybe?

Maybe even tell me your name.

Nope.

Oh, yeah.

Oh... oh, my God.

You know, uh, my mom never had to say to me...

"Drink your milk, poopy."

Poopy?

My mom used to call me poopy.

Long story.

Very long.

Honey, do you want to talk...

or have a little fun?

Have some fun.

That's what I thought.

What the hell is that?

Is that a milk bong?

Silly boy.

This is special moonshine I made just for you.

You gonna suck it?

Look, moonshine is not really my thing.

I'm more into beer and... and things like that.

Are you a boy or a man?

A man, God damn it.

Suck it, mister man.

I prefer a nonsmoker.

The South's gonna rise again

The South's gonna rise again

Hey, Opie man.

I'll give you a dollar if you can get Z.Z. Top...

to play some Hendrix.

So, how'd it go?

Well, it was extraordinary.

Yeah, we talked till 3:00.

Mind sex, bro.

Mind sex?

Miss Ricky don't mind sex, does she?

No, she doesn't.

Looks like Cupid's arrow hit somebody...

in the ass last night.

Wasn't my ass that got hit.

I was the one shooting the arrows.

Well, buttermilk pancakes.

If it ain't our honored guests...

just in time to inaugurate the grandest jubilee ever!

Well, shoot dang, Mayor Bumpkin.

If this ain't the bestest festival ever.

Hee-haw.

I would not besmirch...

the sincerity and efforts of our proud little town here...

if I were you, sir.

A great price has been paid to ensure the success...

of this festival.

Whoa. Excuse me, sir.

We're...

we're just a little hungover, you know...

hair of the dog.

Apology accepted, Mr. Lee.

Well, guess we're staying.

Guess so.

Hey, anybody seen Kat?

Anybody seen Nelson?

Ten to one he's hitting it.

What did you do to Miss Kitty Cat?

Well, I didn't get to do anything with her, mister.

Like he said, that big rough and tumble Connecticut boy

done stoled her from me.

Nelson?

- And Kat? - Sure enough.

I was doing my best to court her properly.

That boy cut right in.

All right, y'all.

Quit your dilly-dallying.

Boys with the boys...

and ladies with the ladies.

Well, now...

let's all get this party started.

Yee-haw

You ever seen a kissing meadow?

Hell no.

You want to see one?

Hell yeah.

Oh, man.

When in Rome.

Come on, China girl.

Let's get you all cleaned up.

Ole Granny Boone done cooked up...

one hell of a roast with this one here.

Yes, sir.

Granny Boone gonna have her hands full for the festival.

Can't wait to taste the rest of her at the barbecue.

You know, like I always say...

two heads are better than one.

What's the deal with these people, anyway, huh?

It's like a damn time tunnel.

Oh, come on. Just admit it.

You guys aren't used to old-fashioned...

unspoiled Southern manners.

Hey, I'm digging it. This place is a trip.

Sure is.

After you done turned a curious country boy...

against all that's right and decent.

He wasn't bad for a beginner.

Oh, shit.

You ever taken a turn at the shoes?

Not since I was a kid.

That's the thing, friend.

You need to get better practice at the manly arts...

hunting and soldiering and whatnot.

That has what to do with horseshoes?

Horseshoes is a military game in origin.

Goes back to French trappers' method of gapping mink...

as they called it.

She's just playing hard to get.

Jezebel!

Now, the good Lord has blessed each one of us...

with distinct virtues.

And it is our responsibility as ladies...

to figure out what they are and how to use them.

I got the gift of tongues.

I got it from my step-pappy...

the Reverend Jonas.

Bet the reverend's a very proud man.

He is.

I hope you all will allow us to share our ways.

You were shy and rough...

but under them Northern exteriors...

I think y'all gonna clean up real good.

Rubba dub dub.

Who wants me in their tub?

Nobody. And get some pants...

on that little ding dong of yours.

Shoot, Granny.

Today's my turn in the barrel.

My, oh, my.

Here we are.

Place where I got my first kiss.

Me, too.

Of course, you, too.

You're the one who kissed me.

You are my first cousin.

Who else was gonna do it?

Whoa. Wait a sec.

- You're cousins? - Mm-hmm.

Cool.

I thought you'd never ask.

The napkin.

You can watch from over there...

if you're quiet.

Fuck, yeah.

You, sir, are a pig!

What?

A pig.

You're boning your cousin and I'm the pig?

Go away, boy.

But you said I could watch.

But you weren't quiet.

So...

What exactly do we do here?

Gap, gentleman.

Refer to the part of the mink that's not there after the toss.

Most usually the head.

Fuck.

Whatever, dude.

'Scuse me.

Let me get that shot there, playboy.

Hold my beer there, Rufie.

Watch the style.

Shit!

Fuck y'all.

Philly ain't exactly, uh...

horse country.

The dog is in the house.

Hey, lucky.

Why don't you try your luck at this.

Maybe it will work out better for you.

Hell is that?

That's a mink or something.

Go on, gap it.

Gap it!

Son of a bitch!

You must've gotten some.

Done real good.

Ooh, my, my, my.

So very pretty.

Don't you make a heavenly Southern belle.

Miss Joey, you're gonna be the next one to steal my heart.

Um, I don't think so.

Think role-playing, babe.

I know my man is gonna want to hit this when he sees it.

Now you're talking like a real Southern lady.

Well, gosh darn it, heck.

Ain't you the prettiest little thing I ever saw?

Easy, Cinderella.

Well, if that ain't the pot calling the kettle black.

By the way, Joey, your...

little boy Anderson is looking for you.

Thank God.

Saved by the bell.

Leah.

Ladies, have fun.

Don't you pay her no mind.

Later, Rick.

Let the hoedown begin.

Whoo-hoo!

Grab your partner and give her a whirl

Whoo, yeah!

Now twinkle your hair and give it a twirl

Whoo-hoo!

Slap your backside, lift your arms

All right!

'Cause the cows and the chickens is returning to the barn

Little china doll, ain't you sweet

Whoo, yeah!

I reckon you'll make a tasty treat

Now dance right up to the podium of honor

Oh, yeah!

And let's bestow the honor upon her

Yee-hoo!

- Golden china girl - What?

Cute butt

Whoo-hoo!

Perky little breasts, yeah

Ooh, I want one

Time has come to do what's right

- Right! - Right!

'Ccause we've only begun to renew the fight

Ooh, yeah!

To avenge the horror that occurred in this place

Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

- It's your maker, now, bitch... - Huh?

You'll have to face.

That Chinawoman...

had a lot of guts.

Need a hand?

Joey.

Now, where do you think you're going?

Where'd you get that?

Your friend gave it to me.

But Ricky gave that to Kat for good luck.

Uh-huh. Be that as it may, it's mine now.

Sorry. That must be a mistake.

Give it back to me.

I'll give it to Kat.

We're getting ready to go.

Oh, you're not leaving.

No, Peaches.

We are.

Good luck.

Back up off me.

You got it.

You right on time.

Well, well...

I see the festivities are in full swing.

Are we enjoying ourselves yet, ladies?

Your son fucking loved it.

Uh-uh, the girl's having so much fun...

he can't stand it.

He squealed like a pig.

See our barb-a-cuties?

Skewering rod raring to go.

Well, are we ready?

I said, are we ready?

One, two, three.

Ramming speed!

Looky-loo.

It's Ricky on a sticky.

I love my meat pink in the middle.

Take him to the slaughter house, boys.

Good job, gals.

They were actually licking pie off each other's tits.

I-it was so wrong, bro, but so right.

Southern style.

Corndog, you have done it. You are the man.

The man?

After taking 20 years to get your first piece of ass?

Whatever.

Think this is all fun and games?

Look around you.

This place is fucked.

I mean, you don't get something for nothing.

When was the last time you been somewhere...

where there's no electricity...

water... cable...

hot black bitches?

Malcolm's right.

This place is fucked.

I just ran into Miss Peaches.

She was wearing Kat's dog tag.

Said she gave it to her.

Kat would never give this away.

And she wouldn't stay gone this long...

without coming back to check in.

It's not like Nelson vanished with all this free beer around.

Wait a minute. You went off with Leah, right?

Well, where is she now?

Square dancing and guest starring on "Hee Haw."

Look, bottom line... this is all bullshit.

I'm tired of being the guest of honor.

She's right.

I say we watch each other's backs.

We're in this together, right?

You got it, bro.

We tight till we all hit the road.

Good.

I'll go check out the ride situation.

Malcolm, you go find Leah.

You two head back to the hotels.

Get whatever stuff they haven't ripped off.

Now everybody act like this is all great here, OK?

We fucking love it.

Nobody let on that we're gonna bail.

- Uh-huh. - Heard that.

Miss Peaches says y'all might be inclining...

to leave town.

Is that so?

Uh-oh.

Y'all don't want us thinking...

that you're insulting our heritage, now, do you?

Of course not.

We're thrilled to be here.

Yeah. That's right.

So, you guys just excuse us.

Shit.

Sweet blade, ain't it?

Mmm. Pretty piece of steel.

Now...

I'm only gonna say it one time.

This is the most important day of the year...

for the good citizens of Pleasant Valley.

So, y'all don't want to disappoint my kinfolk.

Trust me on that.

Yeah, we don't take too well to rejection.

We've been known to react harshly to them that crosses us.

I guess you're right, Mr. Mayor.

I guess we shouldn't be so fast to...

leave your fine festival.

Well...

that's right polite, Mr. Lee.

Right polite.

So, y'all best be, uh, going, huh?

You don't want to miss the barbecue.

What do you think happened to Nelson?

Nothing happened to Nelson.

There's a simple explanation for all of this.

Don't worry, bro.

I always said the South ain't changed a damn.

Leah'd get mad at me for saying that.

You know, Kat, Ricky, and me.

We've done some pretty freaky things in the past...

but nothing beats this.

All for a free meal.

Ain't this a bitch?

Pleasant Valley.

Hmm. More like Death Valley.

OK, kids.

One hour. We'll regroup at the hotel.

Well, all righty, then.

I'll be seeing y'all at the barbecue tonight.

Don't be late.

Like he said, baby...

don't be late.

Later, bro.

Folks.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To us.

Survivors in a spiritual sense...

of the worst atrocity of our times.

A war between the states.

I know you fine people of Pleasant Valley...

have suffered more than seems possible.

But one day... one day we will find rest...

we will find peace...

we will... we will be avenged.

And I tell you now...

each and every one of you sad, searching souls,

as God is my witness...

we will never... never go hungry again.

Hey, precious.

What you doing there?

What the hell... Aw, shit.

They all nasty.

He's got our stuff.

Heads up.

Remind me to thank you later.

At the beach house?

On the beach.

So I left my cell phone in my room.

Maybe they haven't found it yet.

Go for it.

I'll stand guard.

Ricky.

Where you going, man?

Yo. Ricky.

Not this shit again.

There are lessons in this world

Some are easy

Some are hard

To swallow, that is

Fuck this.

I don't even like crackers in my soup.

Ah, the guest of honor.

We ain't expecting you till later.

Oh.

You wouldn't happen to see where...

my friend went through here, did you?

No, I ain't seen nobody come through here.

You see anyone come through here?

No, sir. Ain't seen nobody come through here, sir.

Nobody except us mice.

It ain't polite to go sneaking 'round a kitchen before dinner.

Even if you is the guest of honor.

I'm sorry.

I was just going to get my best suit in my car.

I would hate to show up at the festival underdressed.

You wouldn't know where the cars are parked, would you?

Oh, oh. They parked them things...

out by the barn. Ain't that right?

Oh, yes, sir.

Your car, sir, is parked right down yonder...

by that there barn.

Well, thank you kindly, gentlemen.

I'll be seeing y'all at the barbecue.

Oh, we'll be seeing you, all right.

There once was a lassie

Slant-eyed, kind of sassy

Airs and conceit

Till Granny she did meet

Shut up!

Now, listen...

Tired of this shit.

Either one of you inbred country fucks...

knows where my woman is...

better tell me now.

The boy wants his bitch

Yeah, the boy wants his bitch

Sad, sad thing

A boy without his bitch

Well, it's about time, Leah.

Talk about a sight for sore eyes.

Hey, babe, where you going?

I don't get it. Hold on!

Hey, Leah!

Baby! Hold up!

Oh, my God. No.

Look what...

Come on!

Cory.

Mmm. You looking for this?

Well, here you go.

OK, you win.

Time to go home. Come on.

What the fuck?

What kind of people are you?

Now, now, now, wait a cotton-picking minute here.

We thought you... y'all liked games.

Games?

What kind of motherfucking game is this?

You Northerners may be used...

to uptight ladies like Miss Joey.

One country fuck, and all those city girls will seem like...

nothing more than a hole in your mattress.

What are you doing, huh?

Putting in your retainer, baby?

You could call it that.

Help!

What the fuck?

Well.

Let's see, now. We...

we done took him in...

clothed you, fed you...

give you a place to call home...

and what'd you do to repay our gratitude, hmm?

You done run away.

Motherfuckers!

Need to wake up and smell the 21st Century!

Seems we have to impress upon him...

some good manners!

Got any last requests, boy?

Kiss my black ass.

Next year, no more last requests.

Well, ding-dang-do.

I believe you're trying to steal that colored boy's bike.

Oh, I wasn't stealing, buddy.

I was just borrowing it.

What are you doing with the keys to that bad boy?

Well, I reckon to take a little ride myself.

Granny done said I can't...

on account I gotta guard the barn all day.

Dumb old ugly bitch.

So, uh, what do you say, you and l...

We go for a ride.

We'll find my buddies. We'll play Kill the Kitty.

You mean it?

Sure, just toss me the keys and we'll be on our way.

Shoot. If I go for a ride with you...

how in the heck am I supposed to guard the barn?

Well, I won't tell Granny if you won't.

What do you say?

I say shoot, doggie.

Huh?

Ring the dinner bell.

It's killing time.

You really don't think I'm that much of a moron, do you?

Well, well.

Just in time for our grand finale.

Year after year after year...

it all comes down to this.

Don't it, Granny?

That it does, Bucky.

Too bad his little friends couldn't make it.

Well, that's a matter of opinion.

Ain't it just like you Northern folk...

thinking you can waltz in here and bring us low.

There ain't gonna be no escaping what y'all got coming to you.

So...

who is going to speak our gratitude?

Our grace for what sustains us? Hmm?

My sweet Hucklebilly...

will you do the honor?

To our guests from the North...

spread here at our feet...

thanks for being such tasty meat!

The South's going to rise again

The South's going to rise again

Now, you two gonna be impressed...

when you see the barbecue Granny's done cooked up for you.

Missy, bet you can't eat just one.

Now, y'all like dark meat, hmm?

Now, you might be surprised...

but I have always been partial to Chinese.

Only problem is...

hour later, I'm still hungry!

The South will rise

The South will rise

The South is gonna rise again

The South will rise

The South will rise

The South is gonna rise again

The South will rise! The South will rise!

The South will rise! The South will rise!

The South is gonna rise again!

The South will rise! The South will rise!

The South is gonna rise again!

We was gonna go easy on you, boy!

Being you was a fellow reb... once, at least.

But then little missy done went and turned you.

Now, being that I'm a Southern gentleman...

I'm gonna offer you a second chance.

All you got to do is gut the whore!

Well, what's it gonna be, boy?

What's it gonna be, son?

No time like the present.

Here you go.

It's just like guttin' a possum, honey.

Welcome back, son.

To the glory...

And the honor.

Kill her. Kill her...

I'll take your glory and honor.

And I'll shove it right up your ass.

You OK?

Fuck those maniacs!

Guess that means yes.

Go get that Yankee traitor!

Where the fuck did she come from?

You'll never kill me again.

They're everywhere!

I thought we'd found a way to put yourself up to death.

Think nothing right?

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.

Down into the fiery pits of hell with you.

It burns. Burn, thy sins and the sins of thy father.

No, they did this! Bring back my baby!

Y'all stand back.

They're mine now.

Yee-haw!

Let me go!

This ain't my first barbecue, son!

And it surely won't be my last.

Duel of honor.

Man to man.

Yee-haw!

Anderson!

Please, son!

L... I beg of you!

N-not my good eye!

I'll do it. I swear I'll do it.

You'll be whistling "Dixie" out of your eye socket...

unless you let us go.

Oh, we'll let you go!

I swear it!

W-word of honor!

Word of honor?

Southerner to Southerner.

Gentleman to gentleman.

Word of honor.

Let 'em go. Both of 'em.

Set 'em free.

Come on, boy. Take a ride.

Only one way out, Mr. Lee.

Right this way!

Are you with me?

All the way.

Charge!

An eye for an eye.

Hey, hey, hey!

What's your problem, boy, charging in like that?

Look, you gotta help us.

I know it's crazy, OK...

but the people at Pleasant Valley...

they put this detour sign in the road...

they killed our friends.

They barbecued them and fucking ate our friends.

What in God's name are you talking about?

And then they...

and then they started killing us, one by one.

Pleasant Valley, you say?

Yeah. Yeah, you know Pleasant Valley, right?

Yeah, I know it, all right.

Everything OK?

I think you and me need to take a little ride.

Ought to lock you both up for wasting my precious time.

This here's your Pleasant Valley.

Ain't nothing but a graveyard been here for the last 150 years.

No. There was a town here.

Full of people.

- We saw them. - Lf I had a dollar...

for every drunken college kid come hollering about flesh-eating ghouls...

I could have retired years...

No, you're full of shit!

- Hey! Hey! - All right, all right,

Stop, stop, stop.

We're sorry.

It was... it was a joke.

Right?

I guess the poor souls of these fine people...

who died at the hands of you Northern heathens...

ain't so partial to your joke.

It's called respect, son.

"To 2,001 innocent Confederate citizens of Pleasant Valley...

"laid to waste on this very spot by renegade Yanks...

"in the War Between the States.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

"Never will they rest until, one for one, they are avenged."

It's dated April 22.

That's today.

But they're all dead.

Fuck you, Pleasant Valley.

Eye for an eye, Mr. Lee.

Eye for an eye.

Damn Yankees.