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(train rumbling)

(insects chirping)

(uneasy music) (insects chirping)

(cicadas whirring)

(Crusher huffing)

(uneasy music)

(tense music)

(head squishing)

(blood pouring)

(uneasy music)

(insects chirping)

(woman screaming) (man grunting)

(uneasy music)

- What in the hell happened?

Did she get out?

Well,

take her out back, I guess.

(Crusher grunting)

(uneasy music)

(woman screaming) (uneasy music continues)

(engine rumbling)

- [Eric] You need to slow down.

(uneasy music)

- Fuck.

- What is it?

- Need gas.

(uneasy music continues)

- Hey, remind me, I gotta get some taters.

Taters woulda been good.

♪ I long for somebody who ♪

- Hey.

Hey, you best go wash your hands for breakfast.

Go on,

this hot iron gonna make short work of this liver and onion.

Chop chop.

♪ I lie awake all night and cry ♪

♪ Nobody loves me, that's why ♪

(engine rumbling)

- 10 Bucks.

Go pay for it, now.

Where you going?

- Gotta take a piss.

(cicadas whirring)

♪ Rise up ♪

♪ That's what I always do ♪

♪ Rise up ♪

- [Clerk] Yeah, washroom's in the back.

♪ Rise up ♪

♪ Rise up ♪

(old timey music)

♪ Rise up, rise up ♪

♪ Every single day ♪

(uneasy music)

- Wilbur, how you doing?

- Sheriff.

- [Sheriff] Hot enough for you?

- [Wilber] Oh yeah, she's hot enough.

Smells like Mother Nature might get moody today.

Cicadas be out in full force.

- Aristotle referred to them as symbols of resurrection.

- Did he, now?

- [Sheriff] He surely did.

- [Wilber] Huh?

- Gonna be like this all month, they say.

- Yeah, that's what they say.

- Well give love to the misses.

- [Wilber] Graveyard, you mean?

- Did she die?

- Yeah, yeah, she did.

Cancer finally took her.

- [Sheriff] Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Wilber.

- [Wilber] It's alright, sheriff.

We all gotta go sometime.

- Ain't that the truth?

(uneasy music continues)

- How you kids been?

- What?

(uneasy music continues) (sheriff speaking quietly)

- What the fuck are they doing, man?

- I don't know.

(uneasy music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(uneasy music continues)

- What did he want?

- He's just asking me-- - Shut

up.

What did he want?

- He was just making conversation.

- Making conversation?

- Yeah.

He's a cop.

They talk to everybody.

- Let's go.

Brian, let's go.

- Don't

say

my name.

- Let's go.

(engine rumbling)

- What did he want

exactly?

- He asked how we were doing today and where we were from.

- And where we're headed.

- [Brian] And what did you say?

- [Josh] Spencerville.

- [Brian] Where's that?

- [Josh] It's a couple miles down the road.

- [Brian] How do you know that?

- There are road signs.

(uneasy music)

- Where are we headed anyways?

- You'll know when we get there.

- Being pretty extreme, dude.

- Yeah, don't worry about it.

And everybody just needs to stop asking me that

and shut the fuck up.

Especially you,

little pecker head.

- Fucking knew it.

You know, what the fuck is your fucking problem?

- You

almost fucked this all up!

You're lucky we're not in jail right now.

It's just been too convenient

those cops showed up when they did.

- And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

You think I called them?

- Of all the moments

in all the places for cops to be,

they happened to be right there?

- Sarah,

would you please talk to your paranoid

fucking boyfriend here?

- I said no fucking names. - Watch the fucking road!

- Oh fuck!

- Brian!

(insects thrumming) (birds singing)

(whistling)

- No, no, no, no.

Brian, oh my God.

- Jesus Christ.

(soft music)

(uneasy music continues)

- Help me.

(uneasy music continues)

- Get

it off.

- You two,

pull its feet.

I'm gonna pull the head.

(uneasy music continues)

Everybody ready?

Okay, pull.

Pull!

(Brian screaming)

Pull.

- We're hurting him!

- Pull for fuck's sakes.

- No.

- Pull it out.

(dramatic music)

- God.

(elk groaning)

Motherfucker! (gun shots firing)

(Brian groaning)

(uneasy music)

- All right, where were we going?

Where we going?

- Get

this off me.

- Tell me where we were going and then I'll do it.

- Fuck

you.

I know

about you two.

(uneasy music continues)

- Whatever.

You're gonna die in this fucking car

if you don't tell me where we were going.

Adios motherfucker!

- Ricky! (gun shot fires)

- No names.

- What the fuck did you do that for?

- Well, stop pretending like you give a shit.

He's dead.

- I don't give a fuck about that.

He was the only one who knew where we were going.

- [Eric] He wasn't gonna tell us.

- [Sarah] Are you fucking kidding me?

I could've gotten it out of him.

- He knew, okay.

I don't know how he knew, but he knew.

And I've known him much longer than you.

He wasn't going to tell us.

- You two are?

- Yes, Josh, we are.

- I said no fucking names.

- What fucking difference does it make?

- We're not done.

This is not over.

- Yes, it is

because we don't know where the fuck to go.

And even if we did, we can't get there.

- Stay the fuck away from there.

Back the fuck off.

- Don't.

We are in the middle of the fucking road,

in the middle of the fucking day.

You just shot our entire plan in the face.

I think you need to give it a rest and fucking chill out.

- Stay away from there.

(insects thrumming)

- It's not gonna be long before somebody comes and,

and finds this.

We can't just be standing here waiting.

What are you doing?

- He's gonna have something on him.

An address,

a phone number,

something.

- All right, I'm not gonna say it again.

Get over there.

(insects thrumming)

- Here we go.

- What is it?

- It's a phone number.

- Is there a name?

- No.

- Of course.

It's probably your contact down the road.

- Yeah, and so what?

How the fuck are we gonna call it, huh?

Payphone back at the gas station?

(truck approaching)

(uneasy music)

Fuck.

(uneasy music continues)

- Hey! - What are you, nuts?

What are you doing?

- What does it look like?

Hey, help! - Hey, help!

(uneasy music continues)

- [Randy] Holy shit.

You folks all right?

- No,

my boyfriend, he's.

- Oh Jesus, Mary, God damn to hell.

- We need to get to a phone.

- Yeah, no problem, but

I can only take two of you.

- That's fine.

I'll stay here.

- No, I'll stay here, you go with her.

- Is he dead?

- Yeah.

The elk killed him.

- Don't you think we should call the police or something?

- Yeah, we should.

(uneasy music)

- Hey, how far up the road is the phone?

- Gas station's backed that way a couple miles.

I'm sure you passed it on the way here.

- Okay, I'll go with you.

Me and my cousin.

Get outta here. - Josh!

(gun shot fires)

(tense music)

Are you fucking kidding me?

What the fuck are you thinking?

- We said no killing.

- Fuck!

(tyres screeching)

I'll fucking kill you, you dipshit motherfucker!

- Don't you fucking shoot him.

- If you had just let me ride to the gas station with him,

you could've been long gone before anybody got here.

- Oh yeah.

And have you rat us out?

- I'm not gonna rat on my own cousin.

- You are gonna take her with you.

- You're as paranoid as he was.

I wouldn't rat you out.

- Oh yeah, right?

- That was so fucking stupid.

Why did you do that?

- We all agreed.

No killing.

- Well, I'd say that the plan has changed.

- No, it hasn't.

Open the fucking trunk.

(uneasy music continues)

- We're not gonna hurt you.

- Get the fuck outta the trunk

before I blow your fucking head off.

- Just get her outta the fucking trunk, please.

(cicadas whirring)

- All right, we need to get off this road.

Let's go.

I'm serious, let's go.

(cicadas whirring)

(uneasy music)

- Just relax for a second.

(uneasy music)

(engine rumbling)

(horn honking)

(uneasy music continues)

- Crusher.

Hey Crusher.

Hey, come on.

We got interestin' developments at hand.

Grab the shackles.

- [Crusher] No.

- Hey, come on.

Don't be moping around here lower than a doodle bug, okay.

That girl weren't never gonna be your friend.

Now we got some unexpected guests

that I reckon gonna make you happier

than a dog with two peckers.

So grab the shackles.

(uneasy music continues)

- Where exactly are we going?

- We're gonna find another road, find another driver,

get to a phone and finish this.

- What do we do with the driver?

- Whatever we need to.

Keep your cousin in check.

- If this phone number gets us nowhere,

then all of this was for nothing and we're on the run.

- We're probably gonna be on the run after this anyway.

We just have nothing to show for it.

- Were you always planning on killing Brian?

- No.

I meant what I said

when I said let's grab his share and leave together.

But like you said, the plan changed.

Let's hope it doesn't change again.

- [Sarah] I'll make sure it doesn't.

(uneasy music continues)

- [Eric] What are you doing?

- Don't worry about it.

Just relax.

Okay.

- [Eric] Are you fucking kidding me?

- This is what happens when you snatch somebody.

They don't grab their shoes.

- Are you sure you don't wanna just give her your shoes?

- [Josh] Come on.

There you go.

(uneasy music continues)

- [Sarah] Rather than sweeping her off her feet,

why don't you just try and keep her off the ground?

(uneasy music continues)

(cicadas whirring) (gravel crunching)

(uneasy music continues)

- [Josh] Watch out.

- All right, that's it.

Get away from her.

- She needs my help.

- No, she does it.

None of us do.

- What are you doing?

- You shut up.

Get away from her.

- Don't hurt her.

- She's perfectly safe, Romeo.

But you ain't.

- Don't you fucking shoot him.

- I'd be worried about yourself if I were you.

You see we're in an "all bets are off" kind of world now.

- You fucking asshole.

(chuckling)

- Oh baby.

I kidnapped some Rich Daddy's girl.

Fucked my best friend's dirty slut,

and then I shot him in the face,

all without a moment's hesitation.

Fucking asshole doesn't even begin to describe me!

Now stand next to him.

- On clever shit, man.

Play along for a little while.

Get us to walk ourselves out here.

Were you, were you planning this all along

or did you just come up with it now?

- What fucking difference does it make?

(gun shot fires)

(tense music)

- Whooo-weee!

Well that was a close one.

Wouldn't you say?

Gotta admit though, I liked him.

He was my kinda hombre.

- Thank you so much.

He grabbed us on the road.

He crashed into us.

He had this girl in his trunk.

He he was gonna--

- Honey, I can respect a ruthless kidnapping.

I can admire a coldblooded killer.

And I can even see my way to appreciating how you worked

that slick little poontang of yours

to twist man's dicks up worse than spaghetti on a Sunday.

But I ain't got no time for your bullshit.

Back to where you was.

Now.

Hmm.

Who in the hell dressed this girl?

Oh goddamn.

We could see clear on to the promised land.

I do like the bag though.

(chuckling)

It gives her a bit of mystery.

- Hey!

(dramatic music)

- Now you ain't going want none of this boy.

We's lower than a snake belly in a waggon rut.

- Who's we?

- Oh, you going to find us soon enough.

Now.

Get up

and get on.

- Where are we going?

- Oh, you all done left a genuine prize on that road.

I aim to collect it.

(clicks tongue)

(uneasy music)

You ain't gotta worry about her, Casanova.

She going to be just fine where she is.

(uneasy music)

(engine rumbling)

- Gonna have to use your phone.

(rotary phone spinning)

(old timey music)

Yeah, this is Wilbur Jenkins.

You'll wanna send Sheriff Hill down here.

(uneasy music)

(Crusher grunts)

(uneasy music continues)

- Go on.

(frogs croaking) (insects thrumming)

Ankles and wrists.

It don't matter who goes first.

(uneasy music)

(chuckling)

All right.

You,

cut 'em just over the shoulder,

bottom of the neck.

And you keep as much as you can.

- You want me to hack its head off?

- Oh, that is why we're here.

(chuckling)

Goddamn it, boy.

He ain't going to buck you.

He's deader than Jesus.

Stop diddling and cut his fucking head off like I told you.

(Josh grunting) (flesh squishing)

All right.

Toss the blade towards me.

Now get on up and get it out.

(uneasy music continues)

There you go.

All right,

boy get on down and take it from your girlfriend.

- It's not my girlfriend, she's my cousin.

- Same difference around here.

(uneasy music continues)

Let's get a move on.

- You don't want any of the meat?

- Nah, we don't eat them.

- Where are we going?

- That way.

And you can just die right here if you want.

I took your boy down at 50 yards, princess

and he wasn't wearing no shackles.

Anytime you want to make a run for it,

you be my guest.

(uneasy music) (insects thrumming)

(cicadas whirring) (engines rumbling)

- [Dispatcher] All units, all units,

be on the lookout for four suspects

in a green, late model four door sedan.

Three males, one female, early to mid-20s.

Wanted for questioning in a kidnapping early this morning,

most likely headed towards Spencerville.

- Hey sheriff, sounds a little familiar don't it?

- The very definition of the word.

(uneasy music)

Wilbur, do me a favour.

- [Wilbur] Sure thing.

- I'm gonna radio deputy to come on down.

I'd like you to wait until he gets here.

- I ain't got nowhere else to be.

- Much obliged.

(uneasy music continues)

(Crusher grunting)

(uneasy music continues)

(hostage gasping)

(loud thudding)

(tense music)

- [Josh] Where's our friend?

- [Clyde] Friend?

What?

Kidnap all your friends.

- You know what I mean.

- [Clyde] It's like I told you.

You're gonna find out soon enough.

(uneasy music continues)

- Dispatch, this is Sheriff Hill.

Come in.

- [Dispatcher] Sheriff Hill, this is dispatch.

Go ahead.

- I'm Southbound Rural Road Four

about 11 miles outta Silver Seven station.

Pretty sure I found that car we're looking for.

- [Dispatcher] Roger that sheriff,

be advised it's confirmed they did kidnap a young woman

from the city college campus dormitory this morning.

They're likely armed and dangerous.

- They are most certainly that.

I'm guessing they're the ones Randy Hallbrook ran into

before meeting the maker.

One of 'em dead here on site.

Looks like a raghorn

went through the windshield, impaled him.

But cause of death appears to be a gunshot

pointblank to the face.

No sign of the other three.

Or the girl they grabbed.

And for some reason,

they took the elk's head.

- [Dispatcher] Well that's nuttier

than a squirrel turd, Sheriff.

- Leave whatever deputy you sent to Wilbur Jenkins

and send someone else out here.

I wanna follow the blood trail westbound into the woods.

- [Dispatcher] Roger that, Sheriff.

Be careful.

- Thank you, I will.

Over and out.

- Crusher.

Did you get the girl?

- Yeah.

- Alright, show him where he put the head.

Boy, if your brains was leather,

you wouldn't have enough to saddle a junebug.

Go with him.

Is he always that stupid or just on Sundays?

Girly, you best put a smile on that face

'fore I cut one into it.

Well that'll do for a start.

Let's go.

(birds singing) (insects thrumming)

(birds singing) (Crusher grunting)

Have a seat.

I said sit the fuck down.

Good god, girl.

You sure do make it a lot more difficult than needs to be.

(Crusher grunts)

Now you must be parched.

So where were y'all headed

with that little lady friend of yours?

- If I tell you, I lose my bargaining chip.

- Bargaining chip?

You're looking to make a deal?

(uneasy music)

- She's worth a lot of money.

You let me go, you keep her.

I call you with the where and when

we were going to pick up the ransom.

You do it,

you're rich.

- And what about your cousin?

- Him too.

Let him go.

- And how much is this ransom?

- Quarter million.

(whistles)

- But you ain't touched your lemonade.

- Not thirsty.

(uneasy music)

- Well now, you ain't had much house training have you?

A cold drink on a hot day is a kind gesture.

Some would consider it rude to turn your nose up at it.

- I don't take drinks from strangers.

(uneasy music continues)

- That's right.

We are still strangers, ain't we?

Now that is my fault.

(chuckling)

Who's the rude one now, huh?

My name's Clyde.

- Sarah.

- There.

Now that we've been properly introduced, you may drink.

- It's poisoned, isn't it?

- Sarah, I am on sick,

sadistic, twisted motherfucker.

But I ain't stupid enough to spoil that meat.

- You're like those people in the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

- Nah.

This ain't Texas.

Now be a good little guest and drink up.

I am just trying to be neighbourly.

You best do the same.

(uneasy music)

I like you,

but I don't think I'm gonna take you up on your offer.

I think you

and your cousin

and that sweet little peach you got with you

are gonna stay right here.

(tense music)

Oh, I was out of ammo a while ago.

(uneasy music)

Oh.

(uneasy music continues)

(Sarah's body thuds)

Bye for now.

Oh, you must have been a bad little girl.

Hmm.

Bag is a nice touch.

Wish I thought of that myself.

Hey.

Hey.

(uneasy music)

Well now,

that is interesting.

Well ain't you the clever one.

And you so pretty, you can make a hound dog smile.

What's your name?

Oh, you ain't gotta be scared little lady.

I ain't never, it's hurt something as pretty as you.

Well, not by choice anyway.

Now you are gonna be our guest for a while.

So we're gonna move you somewhere a little more comfortable,

a little more private.

I understand this has not been your lucky day.

Oh, it does seem to be mine.

So I'm going to give you a little time to yourself

while I deal with your friends.

Now you've already met my brother,

but you ain't seen him yet.

He ain't sensitive about his appearance or nothing.

But it would be best if you kept yourself calm,

which don't seem to be a problem for you.

And just go along with him.

He ain't going to do nothing to you

that I don't tell him to.

Can you at least nod that you understand what I'm saying?

Good.

Crusher.

You definitely going to be the star of the show.

Take her to the shed.

(insects chirping)

(uneasy music)

(blues music)

(flies buzzing)

Well, I'm gonna have me a little fun

with this one before we hang her up.

Go put a loverboy in the chair.

(uneasy music)

Hey.

Hey.

Well there you go.

Now you don't wanna miss your own demise do you?

Not much fun being all bagged up, is it now?

Mind you,

this does seem to be a fitting predicament

for a little cunt like you.

- [Sarah] Fuck you.

You fucking piece of shit hick fuck.

- Oh, bless your heart, darling.

It's a little late to sweet talk me now.

But by all means,

you keep on trying.

I said keep trying.

You goddamn fucking wimps.

Y'all just give in, don't you?

(Clyde whistling) (uneasy music)

If I were in your position,

I'd be yelling and cussing,

fighting and kicking.

But you best believe if I'm going to die,

I ain't going out all quite like.

But you all,

you all just shut up and give up.

Some of you try to appeal to my softer nature,

my humanity,

as if that were there to begin with.

Now maybe you could talk me out of it, huh?

As though there was some alternative to you just

ending up in pieces

on my barbecue.

And here you got your ribs

and your round

and your loins.

(whistles)

All the meat you's got to offer.

Now, normally we'd hack you up for meat after you're dead.

But today,

'cause you're a particular kind of bitch,

we going to do while you're alive,

or at least carve into you a little bit

here and there.

I like to ask,

what is it that's going through your mind right now?

Hmm?

Am I bluffing

or if not,

will it hurt?

Will you survive?

Is that it?

You think you might have live through it?

(chuckling)

Oh, you heard about this happening to other people?

But you ain't never thought it could happen to you.

- [Sarah] Why are you doing this?

- Oh god.

That's what you're going with?

The reason?

Well, everybody's always looking for the reason.

Oh, there must be some reason you're doing all of this.

Well, sometimes

there ain't no reason.

Sometimes

evil just is.

(dark music)

(Sarah screaming)

(tense music)

(frogs croaking) (insects thrumming)

(uneasy music)

- Shit.

(uneasy music continues)

- What are you doing?

- Setting the stage.

Now I gotta ask,

you cute little ransom,

what's her name?

- What have you done with her?

- Last thing you ought to be worried about, loverboy.

I asked the name earlier, but she didn't say it.

- If she didn't you, why would I?

- 'Cause I'll cut your fucking dick off if you don't.

Now I'd ask your cousin,

but the last time we had a conversation about your rans,

she tried to make a deal and fuck off outta here.

She didn't mention taking you

until I brought it up.

Your decision, of course.

But if I was you,

I wouldn't trust that little minx.

- Where is she?

- Oh, she's hanging around here somewhere.

(uneasy music)

- Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah!

- Now she's all but dead, little man.

I wouldn't pity her though.

Compared to what you got coming,

she's getting off easy.

Crusher,

go get this boy something to bit down on.

He's gonna need it.

(uneasy music)

See me,

I don't mind the yells and screams.

Crusher there ain't big on 'em,

and he has a tendency to shut people up

by turning their heads into smashed tomatoes.

So you might want to keep the volume to a minimum.

I'd ask him to leave but,

but he likes to watch.

Now boy, if it's any consolation to you,

even if you told me your name,

I'd still be cutting your dick off.

(uneasy music continues)

Probably right right about now,

you're wishing you'd made

some different choices in life, huh?

Now where's that little pecker of yours?

(uneasy music continues)

Must be hiding in here somewhere.

Oh, there we go.

I'm thinking we should go with something little more

elegant.

(uneasy music continues)

Well this one feels right.

Wouldn't you say?

I mean, I'm no surgeon

but I'm going with this one.

(tense music)

Here we go.

(Josh screaming)

(uneasy music continues)

(Josh continues screaming)

Well that wasn't so bad was it?

On to the balls!

(uneasy music continues) (Josh screaming)

Well, I am impressed, boy.

Most guys would've passed out by now.

Maybe you ain't such a Nancy after all.

Nah,

you are.

One down and one to go.

(Josh screaming)

(gun cocks)

Almost done.

You are doing great.

(uneasy music) (Josh screaming)

Now.

We can't have you die from blood loss can we?

(tense music)

(Josh screaming)

(tense music continues)

Well done.

(tense music continues)

(gun shot fires)

- Let him go.

Now.

(uneasy music)

- [Josh] Fucking kill him.

- Take those shackles,

put them on him.

He's gonna show us how to get back.

- I know how to get back, just

fucking kill him.

- I'll kill him

as I have to.

(uneasy music)

- Ain't you a piece of work?

This poor creature you kidnapped and treated like trash

just saved your hide.

And you ain't even got the manners to thank her.

(tense music)

- Thank you.

Where's my cousin?

- She's strung up side.

- Is she dead?

- Who fucking cares?

- Like I told you, she ain't dead.

I don't kill no one unless I have to neither.

- All right, smart ass,

move.

You too.

- I'm getting my cousin.

- Whatever.

Just go.

(uneasy music)

- It is that way.

Get going.

- Nah, I ain't doing nothing of the sort.

If you won't kill me,

I'm gonna make you do it right here, right now.

You only got one shot in that gun.

That means after you pull the trigger,

maybe take me down.

You ain't got nothing between you

and your kidnappers right there.

Cat's outta the bag now.

And they know if you live

they're done for,

which means it's going to be you against them.

And without no ammo in your pocket,

you ain't got nothing between them and the horizon.

- Keep moving.

(uneasy music)

Come on.

(uneasy music continues)

(insects thrumming) (frogs croaking)

♪ I am so unhappy. ♪

♪ What'll I do ♪

♪ I want for somebody who ♪

♪ Will sympathise with me ♪

♪ I'm grown so tired of living alone ♪

♪ I lie awake all night and cry ♪

♪ Nobody loves me, that's why ♪

(tense music)

- I told you I ain't going down without a fight.

You want me,

you best take me down quick

'fore I kill this little shitbag.

- Shoot him.

- Do it.

Just shoot him.

- Oh boy.

Will you shut the hell up? - No.

- Fucking kill him.

(Clyde laughing)

- Yeah, come on.

Do it.

You fucking pansy.

Shoot me down.

Cold blood.

Fuckin' do it.

- Fucking kill him!

- What's the matter, girl?

Ain't you never looked the devil in the eye?

- Fucking kill him!

- Shoot me!

Do it.

(tense music)

- Give me that fucking thing.

(gun shot fires)

Jesus fucking Christ.

I'm getting

that money.

Go.

I am getting

that fucking money, bitch!

(gun shot fires)

(tense music)

- You the one they kidnapped?

Where's the other one?

- [Ashley] He's dead.

- Where is he?

- [Ashley] He's back at their shack.

- Show me.

- Can I just go home?

- I'll get you there, don't you worry.

But you need to show me what's been happening here.

Alright?

This is a right mess

and I'm fixing to clean it up.

Now I know you've been through a bit of an ordeal here,

but you're safe now you understand?

- Let me go home,

please.

- Soon as you show me what I need to see,

I'll do precisely that.

You have my word.

All right?

Now,

let's go.

It's not a request.

(uneasy music)

Go on.

- [Ashley] You don't need me to go in there.

- You're staying with me.

Now go on.

(uneasy music continues)

- He's through there.

(uneasy music continues)

(suspenseful music)

He's gonna kill us.

- Whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

- He's gonna kill us.

He's gonna kill us.

- You're gonna wait

right here

until I get to the bottom of this.

- You're at the bottom of this.

(uneasy music continues)

They're psychos.

(uneasy music continues)

(flies buzzing)

(uneasy music continues)

(tense music)

(blood squishing)

(tense music)

- [Crusher] You're mine.

(uneasy music)

(tense music)

- You fucking little cunt!

(gun shot fires)

Crusher!

(tense music)

(gun shot fires)

(tense music)

(Crusher grunting)

(tense music continues)

(soft music)

(cicadas whirring)

(sombre music)