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- Hello?

Damn it, Maggie!

Hello?

Hey, Tiny.

Damn, it's been a long time
since I've talked to you.

I'm getting ready
for a date right now

if you can believe it.

Yeah, it's a blind date
that my mom set up.

Some square from
her church I'm sure.

I mean, yeah, sure he's
a great guy and all,

but probably can't
juggle for shit.

I mean, when is she going
to realize that I ran away

and joined the circus
for a fucking reason?

- Breaking news.

A routine prisoner transport
has gone missing tonight.

Authorities became concerned

when the scheduled
transportation van

never showed up to the
mental health facility,

resulting in the suspected
escape of one dangerous inmate

from St. Mary's Maximum
Security Correctional Institute

for the Criminally Insane!

Oh my God, are we
even safe here?

- Yeah, at the very least

I can have some fun
fuckin' with him, right?

And who knows?

If he's cute, maybe I'll
even twirl the baton

or juggle the old
balls.

I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, I gotta finish
getting ready.

Bye, Tiny.

Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Stop.

- Once again, the
baddest of the bitches

are back on the road!

Coming to a town near you to
burn the motherfucker down!

What are we gonna do, Laurie?

- To rock and
fuckin' roll, bitch!

- What
are we gonna do, Nancy?

- I just pulled the World card

and Mercury just
went into retrograde.

That's a double whammy of
positive cosmic energy.

- Whatever that
means, Stevie Nicks.

What are we gonna do, Pam?
Pam, what are we gonna do?

- Fuck off, Alice!

- Someone's on the
fuckin' rag today.

- I told you I don't want
your camera all up in my face.

- I told you I was gonna be
doin' this for the band tour.

- Yeah, but I don't want
a camera shoved in my face

while I'm jammin'.

- Hey, do you guys know
what road we're getting on?

- You're gonna
wanna get on to 77,

but it'll be a little while.

- Oh, shit! I think this is
about to be our best tour ever!

- What the cards fuckin' say?

- I just pulled all
four Major Arcana cards.

I got the High
Priestess, the Devil,

the Lovers, and the Hung Man.

- Hell yeah.

- What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?

- The High Priestess
represents the band obviously.

- All right.

- It's a band full
of hot-ass chicks.

- That's right.

- The Devil is rock and
roll, motherfuckers.

- That's right.

- The Lovers are all
the people at our shows

who are gonna fuckin' love us.

- Oh!

- That's fucking right.
- Fuck yeah!

- And for Alice, the Hung Man.

- Represents all the dick
we're gonna get!

- I forgot to tell you,

the girls get a little
crazy on the road.

- What happens on the
road, stays on the road.

- I know that's right.

- Hey, I thought you
weren't doing drugs anymore?

- Weed isn't drugs.

- Whoa, whoa, hold on, man!

Who the fuck is this guy?

Hey, close crime scene,
buddy. What are you doin'?

- Dr. Loomis, Head of
Psychiatrics at St. Mary's.

You called me.

- Where the hell you been, man?

You see what I'm
dealin' without here?

- Officer, it's going
to get way worse

before it gets better.

Believe me, I'm his doctor.

Oh, my God! Vince?

Jeff? Fuck!

Smitty? Did you
draw a dick on him?

- It's stickin' out, so I
thought I had to draw it.

- The man who escaped from that
van is extremely dangerous.

- Yeah, no shit.
These guys are dead.

- Yeah, no shit. They are dead.

He's an unredeemable
homicidal maniac.

Now he's on the loose,

and I guarantee you there's
already been another murder.

- There's been another murder.

- No shit.

- Susan Sosebee,
55 Blueberry Lane.

- Ask dude
is she missin' ears?

This guy over here
don't have any ears.

- She still have her ears, Kev?

- Um, that's a negative.

- Negative like you
don't know, Kevin,

or negative like she
doesn't have ears?

- Oh, she has her ears.

But that is the least
of her problems, honey.

- Then say that! She
still has her ears, sir.

- Copy that. Come on, man.

We gotta go. We gotta go.

Come on, right now.

- You guys leaving?

- Hey, is anybody comin'
to get these bodies?

- We can't do
this by ourselves, man!

My son's got a youth
league basketball game.

- It's my first day.

- Fuck yeah.

Yeah.
- Cool.

- You're gonna be
all right, right?

- Pam, yeah. Hey,
I'm gonna be fine.

I'm done with that shit, okay?

- All right. I hope so.

But we don't need another
repeat like last year.

- Pam, I swear, I'm
staying clean, okay?

Why do you think my sister's
here to run merch and shit?

She'll keep an eye on me, okay?

- Cool.
- Yeah.

- Alice
had a great idea.

We should all go get
matching tattoos.

- All right,
what we got here?

- You're not gonna believe
this, sir. It's bad.

It's the worst thing
I've ever seen.

- 15 years on the job, man.

Nothin' gonna surprise me, bro.

Oh, shit!

Oh, man, what the fuck is that?

- That's a, um, dead lady, sir.

- Doof, get this fuckin'
rookie outta here!

Ugh! Oh, shit!

Oh my God!
- I've seen worse.

This is child's play.

- Um, worse, how much
worse can it get?

She's got a curlin' iron
in her fuckin' eyeball!

- Would you pull
yourself together, man?

- I'm all right. I'm all right.

Give me a second.
Give me a second.

I gotta, gotta find every
available unit I got

to get out and try to find
whoever did this shit.

- Listen to me.

The last thing you wanna do is
get a bunch of cops out here.

You're gonna scare this guy off.

You're gonna drive him
into a psychotic rage.

- What the fuck do you
mean, a psychotic rage?

Did you not see this shit?

How can he go into any
more rage than this?

- You don't understand what
this guy is capable of. I do.

I've studied him for years.

He's gonna eat you small-town
cops for breakfast.

Eat you, and then shit you
out, and eat you again.

- Hey, at this point, we
gotta, we gotta shoot to kill.

- No, we need him alive.

- Alive? Why?

H-he's killing people
with electronics!

What are you
talkin' about alive?

- Listen, you can't just
shoot unarmed people.

You're a police officer.

You don't think people are
gonna investigate that?

You have an election coming up.

- I don't give a shit
about none of that, man.

- Officer, you don't understand.

He has a troubled mind.

A mind unlike any other
mind ever written about

in all of psychiatric
literature.

We need him detained,
but I need him alive.

I've been writing
a paper about him

ever since he showed
up in my life.

Case study mapping
out the intricacies

of his unique sickness.

His name is Edward Greens.

When he first showed
up at the institute,

he was rushed directly
into the operating room.

He had 20 bullet
wounds on his body.

The local police department
had gunned him down,

or at least tried to.

They found him walking down
the highway covered in blood,

carrying two severed ears

from two different
very recent murders.

When the police saw him,
they opened fire immediately.

He was able to kill six officers

before they could restrain him.

- Dude, what kind of sick
show are we dealing with here?

- Billy Taylor, four years old.

Tommy and Nicky Smith,
eight and four years old.

Jamal Gregory, six years old.

Amanda Morton, five years old.

Lisa McDonald, eight years old.

And Timmy Brown, two years old.

Two! The list goes
on and on, friends.

It's time for a change.

Our children's lives are
in jeopardy every day.

And children are the future.

People don't realize
that every minute,

15 children are involved
in a fatal accident

that involves a gun.

15 a minute!

That's 21,600 children a day!

And those are real numbers.

- Psst,
psst! Now, now, come on.

- This is nothing new. It's
America's number one threat.

We need to make the
government pass a bill

that will clean
up this epidemic.

We're gonna need to
raise some money.

A lot of money to do that.

If you would just excuse
me for one moment.

- All right, sorry about that.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our keynote speaker had
to leave unexpectedly,

but, uh, it's okay.

I can, uh, finish the
rest of her presentation.

So let me see.

Uh, uh, guns are bad.

- Yeah, they are.

- Um, dead kids,
nobody likes that.

But what we do like is
money. We need donations.

And I've donated, and
I don't even have kids.

- Another one
down, one more girl to go.

How you feelin', Nancy?

- It's not that bad.

- Yeah,
show me your tattoo.

- Oh. We're The
Abortions, bitch!

- You're sittin' like
fucking shit, bro.

Let's take a break.

- You want a pull?

- Uh, no, I'm good. I
don't really like drinking.

Plus, I'm driving.

- Shit, bitch!

You've got to toughen up if
you plan on rollin' with us.

- I don't really see
what the big deal is.

I just really hate
the taste of liquor,

and I'm not getting a tattoo.

- It's not about the tattoo.

It's about grabbin'
life by the balls.

This is only week one.

You got about six weeks of this.

The road has a way of
chewin' off soft bitches

that can't handle it.

There's gonna be
a lot of fucktards

that's gonna be tryin' us,

and I don't mind doin'
most of the dirty work,

but I need to know the
bitches I'm rollin' with

can stand on their own two.

You feel me?

- Why don't you like me?

- That's the shit
I'm talkin' about.

To gain some confidence.

This shit isn't cute. And
loose that ugly-ass teddy bear.

- All right, you're all
set. You ready, darlin'?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

Where the fuck is Alice?

- Should I be wearin' a condom?

- Nah, it's cool. I
took the penicillin.

- Fuck it.

- Why do we have to go to
your aunt's place every year?

- What is your
problem with my aunt?

- She's a horny old
bitch. For one, she sucks.

- She is a sweet old lady, Bill.

- Every, every year
we go over there,

she tries to pinch my ass.

It's ridiculous. I hate it.

She has claws, babe. It hurts.

- It's called
rheumatoid arthritis.

- It's called pterodactyl
hands, and it's ridiculous.

- Wow.
- Remember that one year

she asked me to change
that light bulb?

- Yeah?

- As soon as I get up
there on top of the ladder,

talons straight through
the back of the jeans,

she drew blood out of my ass.

- No.
- It was terrifying.

- There's no way she did that.

- That light bulb, by the
way, was not even busted.

She was bullshitting
the entire time.

She just wanted to
get me up there.

- Okay, first of all, she's
been single for, like, 30 years.

- Why is that an excuse
for sexual assault?

- Just let the lady have
a little bit of fun.

Plus, you've got a nice ass,
all right? It's a compliment.

- You remember
last Thanksgiving?

- Mm-hmm.
- I didn't wanna say anything,

but since you're goin' there,

last Thanksgiving, she
tried to grab my balls

with her foot right
under the dinner table.

- No, she didn't.
- Yes, she did.

I didn't wanna say anything

'cause you guys
were saying grace.

You were having a
beautiful moment for Jesus.

Meanwhile, here came the devil
right underneath the table.

She slid her fat foot
out of those cheap pumps

right into my balls.

She has bunions, babe.
- Yeah, I know.

- You know what it felt like?

It felt like another guy's balls

rubbing up against my balls.

It was, it was incredible.

- What, for, how
would you even know

what another guy's balls

rubbing up against
your balls feels like?

- Just please say
something to her.

- Okay, we'll see.

Is that a hitchhiker?

- Where?
- Up there.

- What are you talking about?

- Up there. That's a lady.

She needs our-
- That is not a lady.

- Yeah, I
think she needs our help.

We should probably stop.

- That's a dude
in a dress, babe.

- No.
- You need to get

your eyes checked, that's a man.

I'm not stopping. It kinda
looks like your aunt.

Maybe we should hit her.

- Really?

- Take the wheel, babe.

- Mm, gotta take the piss.

Whoa!

Never had to take a
piss like this before.

God damn it!

Oh God!

- All right, doc,
where you got us goin'?

- Well,
I have a suspicion

that he's headed to
his family's property.

It's just a few more
hours down this road.

- Few hours?
Boy, you got a license.

- Shh.

- Let's stop
and get some coffee.

- Is this the right place?

- Yeah, this is it.

- No one else is here, though.

- Promoters and sound
guys are never on time.

- Where are the
other bands, though?

- They'll be here. Chill.

- No, no!

We got, we got Pam, dude.

Not only does she
shred on the guitar,

but I think she might've
killed somebody one time.

- Alice!
- What, what?

- Don't talk
about that shit.

- Oh! All
right, all right!

Let me see
what Nancy's up to.

Why don't you give
the camera a reading?

- Okay.

Let the spirits hear me and
answer these questions of mine.

What wisdoms of the future
can you reveal this time?

- Spooky
rhymes, Stevie Nicks.

- Hey, dude, that's not fair.

I haven't burned a hole in
my nose with cocaine, yet.

Um, this is weird.

It's not good, dude.

- Uh, excuse me?

- Jesus.
- Who the fuck are you?

- Um, I'm your
big, I'm your biggest fan.

I'm your fan.
- Name a song.

- Uh, the, it goes...

Uh, what, what, what
time do you guys go on?

- I don't know, we're
second or somethin'.

Go buy a ticket or some shit!

- Good job, Pammy.

You almost beat up a retard.

- Hey, what the fuck you
guys doin' back here?

Loadings to the front!

- What's with the
freaking gun, Laurie?

- It's for protection, Sally.

You never know what
could happen out here.

- I mean, you definitely don't,

like, need a gun
for that, though.

- God, you sound
like fucking mom.

- I mean, you know
how I feel about guns.

- What if someone tries
to rape or murder us?

What are we gonna
do? Talk at them?

Not everybody is a
badass like Pam, okay?

- Is that a neck tattoo?

Oh my God, mom is
gonna kill you!

- Mom knows half my
back is done, okay?

I got it
for J.R., all right?

It just makes me
remember not to do dope.

I know the key to your heart.

- You must be The Abortions.

- Yeah, we're The Abortions.
Are you with Dick Hammer?

- No, I'm William. I'm
with the opening band.

Dick Hammer's headlining.

Our band's name is Heaven
Couldn't Find a God

the Same Way Grass
Knows Where It Grows.

We're an electronic,
didn't-know-our-stepdad,

synth, indie, sort of pop-punk,
who-gives-a-shit type band.

- Cool. Well, we
do rock and roll.

Take this.

- Don't drop it! Use
both hands, motherfucker!

- Sorry.

- Take it on stage.
I'm gonna change.

- All right, we're here at
the first gig of the tour.

How are you doin'? Are
you here to see the show?

- No, I own the joint.

- Oh, awesome.
Might fuck that guy.

Let's see. Oh, might
be a townie here.

How you doin'?
- Ma'am.

- Would fuck that guy.

This must be the
opening band, yeah.

Uh, I don't think anyone
has ever fucked them.

Let's see. Oh, hey, this
must be the bartender.

How you doin', sweetie?

- Good, darlin'. How are you?

- I'm doin' all right. Oh,
I'm definitely gonna fuck him.

We're gonna need a bigger cunt.

- That fuckin' bitch.
Uh, fuckin' bitch.

Stupid fucking bitch.

- So, what seems
to be on your mind?

- Well,
I've been sleepin'

with my neighbor's husband,

and I just wanna know
if I'm goin' to hell.

- Oh, we hope so.

That's a tricky one, though.

- Well, his wife is always gone.

I know he gets bored
up in there, bitch.

- It's nice of you to
offer your services.

I'm gonna need you to blow.

- Glad to.

- Strong.
- I'm good at that, girl.

What the hell am
I supposed to do?

What the fuck?

Oh, you some real shit.

- Split the deck.

- Okay. I love
splittin' the deck.

- Oh!
- There you go.

Girl, don't put no voodoo on me.

- The Emperor. You're pregnant.

- What? Are
you playing with me?

- Girl.

- Inside of you right now is
the new baby Jesus Christ.

- Girl, I don't play
like that, girl.

I don't want that one.

- Oh, and this is wonderful!

- What's that one?

- He's gonna die, and you're
gonna take all of his money.

- Oh, I like that.

Oh, you're good! Good.

- Thank you.

- Did it say when?

- It's me. Yes, they're here.

I'm taking care of it.

I'm taking care of it!

I'm gonna make you real
proud. See you tonight.

- All right, we
got one more song,

and then we'll be seeing The
Abortions and Dick Hammer.

We wanna thank the bar
for havin' us tonight.

Our next song is called
"Napalm Pussy Juice."

First, we'd like
to bow our heads

and take a moment of silence
for our old lead singer,

Nikki Knockers.

We miss you, slut!

- How'd this shitty
band end up on the bill?

- This band?

This band used to
be fuckin' awesome.

Their old lead singer,
Nikki Knockers,

she'd take a propane tank,
stick it in her snatch,

and shoot fire out her pussy.

- You're fucking
kidding me, right?

- Oh, no, no.

Real crowd pleaser, too,
until, uh, there was a mishap.

- What kinda mishap?

- One night while performing,

the bottle sucked the fire back
in, and her pussy exploded.

- No fucking way.

- Yes, fucking way. I
was workin' that night.

Where do you think the
eye patch comes from?

Her pussy exploded,

the room's covered in
blood, vag shrapnel.

She quit playin' music. We
book them out of respect.

The band used to be a
legacy at this club.

- Pussy blew up?

- Pussy blew up.

- And she survived?

- She's alive, but different.

- I wish my pussy would blow up.

- Oh, fuck.

Baby.

Jim?

God, you're cold.

- You guys wanna
do a little blow?

- I'm cool.
- I just had one.

- No blow before the show, bro!

It fucks up my vocal cords.

We'll do another shot,
though, for the fuck Cyclops.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for
coming out tonight.

Coming up to the stage next,
hear it up for The Abortions.

- Oh, shit, we're next.

- So, uh, we gonna
finish this later or?

- Um, I don't know. Do you
want some of the penicillin?

- Why would I need penicillin?

- Um, uh, I don't know.

Have you seen this bathroom?

- Choo! Choo!

- Where the fuck is Alice?

Yeah. Dick Hammer, baby!

- So, what about you,
detective? What's your story?

- What do you mean by that?

- You know, a story,
like your life story,

how long have you
been a detective?

- Oh! Too damn long.

- Any aspirations of
higher positions or-

- Of course.

Nobody joins the force to
make detective and tap out.

But I made a couple
of bad decisions,

so, unfortunately, I
fucked that up already.

- What happened?

- I got a domestic
call one night.

Got reports from the neighbors.

They heard a man and
a woman screamin',

fightin', glass breakin'.

I show up to the scene, and,
uh, just to take the edge off,

let's just say I tapped my flask

before I went inside
to handle the call.

- You were drinking?

- Look, man, this shit
is stressful bein' a cop.

It's one of the most thankless
jobs you can ever have, man.

Everybody's ungrateful. Nobody
appreciates your service.

Matter of fact, it's
"Fuck you, officer"

until somebody needs some help.

So, excuse me if I take,
take a little drink

every now and then, you know,

just to take the stress
off the day, man.

- You're right. I
can understand that.

- You can?
- Of course.

- So, basically, what happened,
man, I get to the call.

I didn't hear any more
screamin', no more shoutin',

and the house was, matter
of fact, completely black.

What do I do? I'm thinkin',
"It's a homicide, maybe."

So, I go inside.

All of a sudden, I
hear a loud noise.

I see a sudden movement.

So, I pull my service
weapon, fire a shot.

Man, I didn't even hit the guy

who was doin' all the damn
screamin' in the house.

- Did you hit his
son or his wife?

- Yeah, that
would've been a little easy.

I shot his dog.

- His fucking dog.

- It wasn't even
the right house.

Man, I mean, here I am
executin' a full B&E in uniform,

and I take out the
wrong neighbor's dog.

They put me on
probation after that.

You know that, right?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, man, and
ever since then,

I've been tryin' to get back

in the good graces
of the bosses.

- Well, that's very
unfortunate, detective.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you mind pulling
off again at this exit?

I need to use the phone.

Also, this coffee is doing
a number on my stomach.

I need to drop a deuce as well.

- Got to get these
bitches back to the house.

- Huh! Already have.

- Who's that?

- That's that bass player bitch.

Yeah, gave her some blows.

She banged me right
in the bathroom.

- Rock star shit.

- Didn't even see
us play or nothin'.

I thought we'd have to
be on the road with 'em

for a couple of weeks
before we're gettin' fucked,

but, uh, nope.

They're definitely gonna
come back to the house.

- Jay, baby, I'm gonna
be fuckin' amazin'!

Tonight, we're gonna
make Caligula blush.

- Yeah, we are.

Wanna lick?
- No.

- Okay.

- We now have four
confirmed murders

that are suspected to
be in direct connection

to our escaped psychopath.

If you have any information,
please call 1-800-MURDER.

That's M as in murder.

U as in understand you
might get murdered.

R as in, "Really, dude,

you're gonna let
yourself get murdered?"

D as in don't get murdered.

E as in everyone
might get murdered.

And R as in Romeo.

- That was hot.

- Thanks.

- Wanna step outside and
smoke? I've got a joint.

- Oh, I gotta go sell merch,

'cause, like, I actually
wanna make money on this tour.

Your band next anyway.

- Oh yeah, yeah, but
wait. I'm the lead singer.

Dick Hammer?

That's me.

- Oh, you're Dick Hammer, huh?

Well, in that case, I'm
here to get sloshed.

- I like
joints and dicks.

- Can I help you?

- I know mom didn't give
you that locket back.

- It kinda hurt.

What's, what's lube?

- I heard everything,
you little whore!

You have ruined
this for yourself!

- Mom!

You know what? Don't
you worry about it.

Why don't you go over
there and run the merch?

Aren't you supposed to be
running the merch table?

Isn't that why you're here?

Chill!

- Excuse me.

Hey, man, can I get
you to mic these drums?

- Mic the fuckin'
drums, this fuckin' guy.

I hate my fuckin' job.

- Uh, mister, Mr.
Soundman, excuse me. Hey?

- Mr. Fuckin' Sound. What, what?

- I'm just wonderin' if
you're gonna mic these drums.

- Mic the drums, mic the
drum, look around you, bro.

What, are you gonna be playing

with feather dusters, princess?

I'll get right to it when
I separate your brown M&M's

in the green room.

Is there anything else in your
rider? Mic the fuckin' drum.

I fuckin' goddamn roadie
for The Nudes for 10 years!

Here I am with this
fuckin' bullshit!

- Hold on, let me handle this.

Hey, he says you're not
gonna mic the drums.

- Yes, we've been over it.

We're not mikin'
the fuckin' drums.

This is a small
room. Get over it.

Let me run the sound.

- What about just,
like, a kick drum?

- Dude, I'm fuckin' tellin' you.

We do not mic the drums!

Just let me do my
job. You do yours.

- Look, I just think it'd
be a little bit better if-

- Swear to God.

- You gettin',
like, a fuckin' time over here,

what's the fuckin' problem?

- He wants the
fuckin' drums miked.

- We don't mic
the fuckin' drums.

- There's nothin'
we can do to get a,

just, just a kick drum miked?

- Not today, not tomorrow,
not ever. Fuck no.

We don't mic the fuckin' drums.

- Let me try to work
this out, all right?

I'm a reasonable guy,
hold on a second.

- That's
real cute and all,

but I guarantee you
ain't got shit done

that's gonna make me wanna...

Mm.

Mic the fuckin' drums.

- There it is.

- There, you're miked, princess.

- Yeah, I like a girl
with a little bush.

- Yeah, the
only problem is the crabs.

It's all right, I
took the penicillin.

- Okay, that's gonna be $5.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- The record, I'll
take one. How much?

- That's gona be 10, yeah.

- Oh. Uh, uh, uh, damn it.

- That's a quarter, dude.

- Uh, okay.

- Nice mustard stain, bitch.

Bunch of creepy
fucks out here today.

- What the fuck did
that creep want?

- I guess he was, like, tryin'
to buy a record or something.

- He buy one?
- No.

- Ugh. Did we sell any?

- Yeah, one. Yeah.

- That's gas money.

- So, did you hear
what the band guys

were talking about
earlier at the bar?

- Mm.

- They said something about
us going back to their house,

and they were gonna try to have,

like, premarital sex with us.

- No,

I definitely did
not hear about this.

- Oh!
- I hear the baby girls

are comin' out to fuck!

- Oh, yeah, dude.

Smell my fingers.

- Oh, no, I will take
your word for it.

Give me some more of that shit.

- Ooh! Where did you get this?

- Oh, one of the
Dick Hammer dudes.

- This coke ain't no joke.

- Yeah, there's way more
where that shit came from.

- Wooh!

With a band name
like The Abortions,

you know we're not gonna have,
like, wear rubber, right?

- Motherfucker,
you wear rubbers?

- No.

- I mean, I just kinda have,

like, a really bad
feeling, though.

So, if we could just
not go back to the house

that would be-

- Hey, listen. We're gonna
be staying with them a lot.

So why not tonight, you know?

- I mean, we could, like, I
don't know, get to know them,

and then maybe, like, not
stay with them tonight,

but stay with them
tomorrow night,

and then, I just, I don't know,

I just don't wanna go out
to some, like, creepy house

with, like, a bunch of
guys that we don't know.

- Okay. Okay!

I'll go talk to the girls

about skipping staying
with them tonight.

Just tonight, okay?
- Okay.

- Why don't you go get
our cut from the door?

- I can't feel my fuckin' face!

- Oh, fuck, who
gave you the coke?

And who the fuck gave it to her?

- One of the Dick Hammer dudes.

- Nancy.
- More like baby Dick Hammer.

- Alice, you
fuckin' know better.

Hey, how would you guys feel

about staying in
a hotel tonight?

- Girl, what? Fuck no.

You heard about this house?

- Yeah, but we
can stay with them

in the next stop, you know?

Just first night on a tour,

have a girls night, or whatever.

- Hit this shit.

- I don't know if I should.

- It's not H, you know we
wouldn't let you do that shit.

- Fuck it.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck it, let's go to
fuckin' stabbin' cabin.

- Hey!

- Hey, um, excuse me?

Um, did we, did we
make any money tonight?

- Uh, come again, who are you?

- Oh, I'm, I'm Sally.
I'm with The Abortions.

I'm, like, their manager,
merch girl, that kinda thing.

- Oh, okay, yeah,
yeah, I recognize you.

I-I thought you were gonna
be a giant pain in my ass.

- Oh.
- Um, what you want?

- Um, just checking
on our money.

- No, no.

- Oh, okay.

Hey, sorry, can you,
like, check again?

Because it's not like
it was empty in there.

So, if you can just
check one more time?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

- Let me, uh, let
me start over here.

Um, you know, we
got production fees.

You know, pay the
sound guy. Let's see.

And then we got the
guys in the kitchen.

That's another one.

And then, and we gotta
keep the water runnin'.

So girls like you gotta
go tinkle, you know?

Be sure that's all workin'.

Uh, you know, I-I think
I got you somethin'

at the end of the budget here.

One, two, it's two bucks.

Now, listen. You earned this.

You earned this.

Don't spend all that in
one place, all right?

- What production fees are
you talkin' about, man?

No one did shit, what the
fuck are you talkin' about?

- Ah, oh, I said, we,
we turned the fans

on for you guys, and, uh...

- I saw you pay the sound guy.
There wasn't a light show.

He didn't even turn on
the fuckin' drum mic.

- All right, you know
what? I never do that.

Right here, in my
own pocket, 20 bucks.

You happy now?

- That's not enough.

Why don't you give her
a little more, huh?

- All right, you know
what? Here, here.

Take it, take it, take it.
- There we go.

- 40 bucks, go. Go on, go.

You, too. You, too, bigfoot.

Come on, it's enough.

You know what the fuck is it

with bands these days, you know?

It's all this political
bullshit nonsense.

It used to be about
the rock and roll, man.

- You want a shot?

- Oh, yeah,
give me a fuckin' shot.

The fuckin' Abortions.

I don't have to hear about
your fuckin' menstrual cycle

and all that fuckin'
bullshit up there.

You remember the good old days

when women would just
wander off into the woods

for about a week.

And just start bleedin'
all over everything,

and just leave you the
fuck alone, you know?

- Yeah, you can't say those
kinda things now, though.

- Fuck that.

Ridiculous.

Mm. Mm.

You wanna know rock and roll,

you remember that
band Hot Twatty?

- I do.
- Those guys

were fuckin' rock and roll.

Watch the bass player take
a line off the lead singer's

big, beautiful,
glistening, glorious cock

in the middle of a fuckin' set.

That's fuckin'
rock and roll, man.

- That's rock and roll.
- Goddamn.

- Uh, uh...
- Mm.

- Okay. You all right, man?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.

- Uh.
- Mm.

- Uh.
- Hmm.

- Y-you're not
drivin' home, are you?

- No, I'm fuckin' flyin'.
- Oh, okay.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, have a nice night.

- Stupid,
fuckin' lousy bitches.

Fuckin' goddamn thing.

- Uh, oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

- What are
we doin', Nancy?

- Dude, first show
of the tour is over

and the cards were right!

It was fuckin' dope, man!

I'm a fuckin' witch, bitch!

- Okay, calm
down, Stevie Nicks.

- Damn, dude, I'm
not Stevie Nicks,

'cause I haven't fucked
every member of the band.

- Fucked me once.

- Hey, man, we don't
talk about that shit.

Cut that shit out.
Start the scene over.

- All right,
all right, all right.

- Dude, first show
of the tour is over,

and it was fuckin' dope!

Now we're heading to our first
after-party with Dick Hammer!

- Baby Dick Hammer!

Baby Dick Hammer!

- Hey!

- Baby Dick Hammer!
- Hey!

- Baby Dick Hammer!
- Hey!

- Baby Dick Hammer!

- Yeah, we're gonna
party and shit tonight,

but I, like, might keep it
really chill, though, so...

- Oh, sure.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

What are you bitches up to?

- Huh, doin' what we do best,
conquerin' the world, bitch.

- Hell yeah!

Huh, I'm tryin' to make a
fuckin' band video here.

What is your problem?

- Whatever.

- Seriously,
what is your problem?

- I just don't wanna go
back to the house, okay?

- You do realize that
there will be coke

and dudes at the house?

- Yeah.
- You do like dudes,

don't you?
- Yeah.

- Oh, shit.
Are you a lesbian?

- No!

- Oh my God!

Laurie's little sister
is a carpet muncher!

- No, I'm not!

- Alice.

- There's no shame in the game.

I've had my fair share of bush.

- I'm not a lesbian.

- Then what is it?
- Yo, leave her alone!

- No, fuck that. You
can't fight her fights forever.

You wanna know what
your problem is, Sally?

You're too uptight.

- She ain't lyin' about this.

- You wanna
know what you need?

You need to get laid, and we
can make that happen tonight.

Which one do you think is cute?

- Yeah, which one
do you wanna bang?

- I bet it's
that big dumb one, huh?

- Dude! Alice!

- What?

- Probably the Black guy.

- Ooh, he's fuckin' sexy.

- He was fuckin' sexy.
- He is.

- You know, we're gonna
get you laid tonight.

Get her laid.

- Get her laid! Get her laid!

Get her laid! Get her laid!

- Get her laid!

- Hey, uh, welcome
to Pump and Dump.

- Hey, how much longer 'till
we get up the mountain?

- Not far at all.
About five more miles.

Just gonna stop here,
get some party supplies,

and be on our way.

- All right.

- We're gonna raise
so much hell tonight,

the devil might show up.

- Wooh.

- Sounds like fun. Can I come?

- No.

Wait a second.

You're gettin' the cheap shit?

- Cheap shit for cheap bitches.

- You want me
to get some rubbers?

- Nah!

Choo-choo!

- Wooh!

- Look at that
big dumb fuck over there.

I mean, he has those
big gorilla hands.

Can you, like, imagine
him using 'em on you?

- Pam, stop.

- I mean, come on. You
know you'll like it.

- I guess he's cute in, like,
a lumberjack sort of way.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, how you doin'?

Let me get a pack of
smokes and a titty mag.

- Which kind, man?
- Uh, let's get a full flavor.

- No, no, no, which
kinda titty mag?

- Uh, somethin' with
all-American tits.

- Listen, America's a big place,

and this is the Pump and Dump.

We got a lot of titty mags,

so let me ask you
a few questions.

You gonna, you like,
like, big titties?

Uh, you into the
smaller titties?

Uh, you into Asian girls?
Uh, you into Black chicks?

- Uh, sure, man. I'm just
looking for a titty mag.

I-I don't even care.

- I mean, like,
big, flappy titties

or the tater tot
nipple, tinier titties?

We got, uh, got the
newest jailbait in

if you're into the
younger titties.

- Listen, man, I, um, this
is gettin' a little personal.

I-I-I just want a titty mag.

- Listen, I got the
good stuff in the back,

if that's what you really want.

- Look, I'm not going to a
second location with you.

I mean, just surprise me. Just
give me whatever you want.

Titty mags and smokes,
man. Where are my smokes?

- All right. You know what?

We just got the newest taint
in. You look like a taint guy.

We'll put that right there.

And then, uh, you know what?

I'm gonna throw in some,
uh, chicks with dicks.

- Uh-uh.
- No, no.

I don't wanna touch that
again. That's yours.

Uh, your total's going
to be $6 and 66 cents.

- Unfortunately,
we have no new information

about this bloodthirsty
homicidal maniac.

If there is no breach-

- Hey, what the fuck is that?

Y-You can't turn on a
goddamn chainsaw in here!

This is fuckin'
Pump and Dump, man!

Fuckin' Pump and
Dump!

- Welcome to the
Dick Hammer Slammer.

Temple to debauchery
and sin, y'all.

Come on in. Come on in.

- Hey, I told you guys I had
more where that came from, huh?

Yeah! Now who's gonna buy that?

- Oh shit!

- 19, 20!

- So good!

- Oh, my God.

- Try it.
- Yes!

- Cheers.

- Hey!

- Mushrooms!

- Oh!
- That's the real shit.

- All right.
- That's real shit.

- What's going on?
- Hey!

- Oh, yeah!

Oh, shit.

- Wooh!
- Oh shit.

Oh, damn. What a party.

- Nah, dude. You
need to calm down.

You're startin' to
freak everybody out.

- Yeah, dude. I think you
got a fuckin' problem.

- I know the key to your heart.

- Always stay pure.

- Baby, wake up.

Wake up!

- Always stay pure.

- Get your shit
together.

- Comin' at you live with
the first after-party,

The Abortions and Dick Hammer

are here to burn the
motherfucker down.

Say hi, everybody!

- Hey, these chicks aren't
no lightweights, man.

- That's right!

- Oh, yeah. We're not a
bunch of little bitches.

- Nah, we're whiskey
drinkin', guitar playin',

punk slayin', tough as nails,
ass kickin', bad ass bitches!

- Hey, here, you wanna hit this?

Oh, come on! Be cool!

- Oh, come on.

- It's just a
little bit of weed.

- She's just our
Miss Goody Two-Shoes.

Don't worry.

We're gonna break her in
by the end of this tour.

- I'm not a Goody Two-shoes.

- Are you kidding? Yeah,
you're a Goody Two-shoes.

You in, uh, editor
of the newspaper,

archery club, chess club.

Wait, weren't you even a
Girl Scout 'till senior year?

- And that's some
Goody Two-shoes shit.

- What's wrong
with that, though?

I was in chess club, too.

- Really?
- We really wish

you wouldn't tell people
that shit, Bobby Fischer.

- Hey, I'm just sayin',

I can't wait to see her
break out of her shell.

That's all.

- Mm, yeah.

- Like, archery?

Like, bows and arrows
that kinda stuff?

- Oh, yeah. She
kicked ass at it, too.

She's really fucking good.

- That's fuckin' cool.

- You should get her to
teach you sometime.

- Yeah, I'd love that.
- Ooh, ow, ow!

- No, I-I haven't
done it in a while,

and I didn't bring my bow.

- You don't have
a bow and arrow?

Go get one out of the old
cabin over there, man.

There's ton of shit
over there, man.

That place is creepy as fuck.

I went over there one time,
man, like, middle of the night.

It was just like a presence in
this place. It was chilling.

- I was once there, too.
This shit was scary as fuck.

I had nightmares
for fuckin' months.

- What?
- But I'm not, like,

a pussy or anything, you know?

- You know it's a
murder cabin, right?

- What?
- What?

- A murder cabin?

- Oh yeah! Crazy stuff.

I don't wanna
freak you guys out.

- Don't y'all live here?

How do y'all not know this?

- I had this house.

So, I said, "Guys, quit your
jobs. Leave your girlfriends.

Move in with me and become
fucking rock stars!"

- Yeah! Rock stars!

- Hold on, hold
on. What about the cabin?

- I'm getting to the cabin.

My meemaw gave me this house.

I used to come
here in the summer.

She would always tell me,

"Don't go up to the
cabin on the mountain."

So, obviously I did.

- You
made it sure to go.

- It looked like just another
rickety old shack to me,

but over the years,
folks around the mountain

started to let bits and
pieces of the story slip out.

- Some sorta lover came in,

saw some dude bangin'
his old lady, shot her?

- Crazier than that. A massacre.

The most savage mass murder

that has ever occurred
on this mountain.

- What? A mass murder?

- Yes. You guys sure
you wanna hear all this?

- Yes!

- We're not pussies.

- All right.

You ever heard of the Crowleys?

They were a biker gang.

So, the cabin was
their clubhouse.

They were into some real
dark, occult-type shit, okay?

People said they
had sex rituals.

People said that they
sacrificed animals.

People on the mountain
were outraged.

They were terrified.

The rumor is, one night, some
good old boys went up there

and slaughtered them
all with a pickaxe.

Cops would have never
even found out about it,

except some city
guy on a hiking trip

was goin' by the cabin,

he could smell the rot
coming from inside.

He just came up on the cabin
and saw blood on the porch.

And when he opened the door,

he found a biker impaled through
the chest with a pickaxe.

Well, he ran right
down the mountain.

The police said it was
the most heinous crime

that has ever happened
in this county's history.

The newspapers called it
The Blood Mountain Massacre.

That cabin's been
empty ever since.

Folks around here,
they won't go near it.

They say that it's haunted

with the demon ghosts
of those satanic bikers.

- We should have a seance, and
try and contact the bikers.

- Calm
down, Stevie Nicks.

- I'm not Stevie Nicks.

I've never had anyone blow
cocaine at my asshole.

- I could
do that for you.

- Oh my God! What the fuck!

- What the fuck!

- Relax! Relax, relax, everyone.

It's an old house, okay?

This happens all the time.

Jay, go fix that for us.

- Yeah.
- Jay.

- Yeah, go, Jay.

- Jay.

- Uh, you want me to go fix it?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.

- You want me to
get out in the dark

after that scary murder story?

- Yes, you pussy!

- Yeah, yeah.
- Pussy!

- Come on, pussy!

- Yeah, pussy! Come on!

- Oh, I'm not a
pussy. Fuck you, guys!

Fuckin' asshole!
- Got you!

- Dick!
- Oh, I got you.

- All right, guys, I'm
getting outta here.

- We're
just getting started.

- Yeah, sorry. I'm
gonna take a shower.

- There's towels
and shit in the cabinet

if you need one.

- Night!

- Where the
fuck are you goin'?

- I'm going to get a
beer, fuckin' dick!

- What's his problem?

- Gross!

- Peekaboo!

- What the
heck are you doing?

- Hey, chill out, baby. You
know you want me, come on.

- No! Get
the heck outta here!

- What the fuck?

You know what your problem is?

You're a self-righteous,
stuck-up bitch!

- Get the
heck outta here!

- Dumb bitch!
- Yeah.

- Fuck you,
Danny! Fuckin' asshole.

- Oh my God! Oh!

- God damn it. This
is Ed strikin' again.

- Doc, I don't give a
shit about an arrest.

Whatever the fuck report
you're workin' on,

all I know is whenever I see
Ed or whatever his name is,

he's gettin' a bullet right
between the fuckin' eyes.

- Yeah, fine, blow him
away. Just shoot him away.

Where is the justice in that?

This guy needs to be put
in a cage and studied.

It's the only way that we can
prevent a condition like this

from happening to another
child in the future!

- Man, I don't care about
the kids or the future.

- What if you were the guy to
bring him in? Single-handedly.

Save everybody. Think of what
that'll do for your career.

- Hm, that would get me back

in the good graces
of the captain.

- Yeah, it's just the
big opportunity you need.

In front of your captain,
in front of the mayor.

Make the news, the headlines.

I can see it now.

"Small-town cop single-handedly
saves town from madman."

- Hey, look, you gotta with
that small-town cop shit!

How do I know you just
ain't tryin' to use me

to help you so I can
bring in this guy

and get your ass a recognition?

- Because I don't care
about any of that stuff.

You can take all the glory.

I-I'm gonna get famous
off my research.

I'm writin' a book about
him, for God's sake.

Look, you might even make
a Medal of Valor for this.

They'll give you
the key to the city.

- They'll give me
the key to the city?

- I'd be surprised
if they didn't.

- How, how far do
you think they got?

- Come on, let's go.

- Pump and Dump!

- Wait.
- Um, okay,

is something wrong?

I thought you wanted to fuck.

- Oh, I do, just
not in the hot tub.

Last few times I had hot
tub sex, I got gonorrhea.

- Don't worry, I
took a penicillin.

- Mm, okay. You wanna
take this upstairs?

- Just so you
know, I like it rough.

- Oh, shit.

- Get outta here, virgin.

We're gonna need a couple hours.

- 10 minutes at least,

but you can always stay if you
want, this is one big party.

- Yeah, I think I'm good.

- Aw, boo!

Mm.
- No, wait, hold on.

Let me put on my fuck track.

- Hey, cherry bomb.
- Hey.

- You bored with
the party, too, huh?

- Yeah, that's why I'm,
uh, readin' this book.

- I'm readin' a book,
too! Look at that.

What are you readin'?
- "Moby-Dick."

- "Moby-Dick?"
- Yeah.

- I'm readin' that same book.
- No, you're not.

- I am.

- Ooh, what
do you got there?

Oh, shit, you are kinky.

Oh, you got the key, right?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I've got a surprise for you.

- I'm not tryin' to fuck you.

- I couldn't
get it up if you wanted to.

- Hmm?
- No, this is better than sex.

- What is it?

- Come with me.

- Just tell me, what is it?

- I know the key to your heart.

Come with me.

- Mom!
- You don't deserve this!

- Mom, that's mine.

Babe, you're so cold.

Somebody help!

Please!

What was that?

- Mm, nothing.

- I thought I heard
something break.

- Well, maybe
somebody broke something.

- What's in the box?

- This is pretty
challengin' for me,

but I'm kind of an
idiot, you know?

"Moby-Dick" is hard.
Like, real hard.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Pam, I'm startin'
to get freaked out.

- I ain't scared of shit.

- Do you like big books?

- I actually love big books.

- Yeah?
- The bigger, the better.

- Has anyone ever told
you you're real pretty?

- Sweetheart, you okay?

- Do you know what this word is?

- Antelope?

- Like the fruit?
- No, like the animal.

- Like the rabbit
with the horns?

- Uh, no, that's actually
not a real thing, but-

- Huh.
- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah.

- Um, you don't really seem
like the rest of those guys,

so why are you in
a band with them?

- I just play
drums. I don't know.

I guess I just like to
hit stuff with my stick.

- No, uh.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay.
Just, just wait.

Um, I just, I really like you

and I just kinda wanna
take things slow, so...

- I'm sorry.

- It's-it's so cool, it's fine.

Um, yeah, have you, uh, you
seen where everybody went?

Um, you know where they're at?

- They're probably upstairs.

- Oh, uh, what about Laurie?

- She's probably with Freddy.
- Oh.

- That'd be my guess.

- I should probably
just go check on her.

- No.
- It's okay.

I'll be right back, so.

- Oh, he's, she's in good hands.

- Definitely not, I'll be back.

- Okay.

- Laurie,
are you serious?

It's the first night, and
you're already messed up.

- Mm.

- What would mom say?

- What the fuck is
goin' on out there?

Oh, hell no!

- What's goin' on in there?

- There's some
psychopath out there!

He's got Laurie!

- But where's Sally?

- I don't give a fuck
about that bitch!

- Who the fuck you
think you fucking with?

- Sally, get
behind me. I'll handle this.

- Sucker.

- Hey, buddy,
I don't know who you are

or what you're doin' here,

but you're about to
have a Manimal problem.

- Fuckin' right.

- Welcome to the Manimal
house, motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Who are you, dude? What
are you doin' here, man?

Listen, we can talk-

- Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You ladies okay?
- No.

- Talk to me, ladies.
What's goin' on?

- He killed Manimal!

- Who is Manimal? Is that a dog?

- Get a hold of yourself, girl.

- It's the big-ass
dead motherfucker.

- In here?
- Yeah!

- Is the
killer right here,

right now?
- He is dead.

- Shit!

- He was right fuckin' there.

Right in front of-
- So, this is not him?

- No! What the-

- Oh, shit. Hey,
look, we gotta get outta here.

Come on, hurry up,
hurry, hurry up.

- You'll be much safer
in here, trust me.

- So, you're just gonna
leave us in this cop car

when there's a
killer on the loose?

- It's for the best, ladies.

You wanna be safe or
what? Just sit tight.

Give us a few minutes.

Okay, it's boom-boom time.

- I think I saw
him go towards those bushes.

- Which bushes?

There ain't nothin'
but bushes back here.

What are you talkin' about?

- The one by the
shed. He's attracted to them.

I told you he was
raised in a shed.

- Raised
in a shed? What?

- Keep going.
- Raised in a shed?

- The fuck.

- This
shed, right here?

- Right here. On the
other side of that bush line.

- All right, stay
on my hip. Stay on my hip.

What the fuck?

- What are you
doing with that fucking gun?

We do not use guns!

- Right! We only
use knives, don't we, mom?

- Out! Get
your dumb ass out of here.

What is wrong with
my baby? My boy.

Did that stupid
whore do this to you?

Where is she?

Stupid!

- Holy fuck!

- Hail Satan.

We obediently gather today

to summon your dark
wisdom and power.

It is here where the
prophecy will be fulfilled.

Let the ears of the dead bear
witness to our blasphemies,

let the tongue of the dead
speak of your wicked glory,

let the eye see what cannot
be seen by the living,

let the hand pull you
up from the pits of hell

and make your heart beat again.

Hear our call to
summon you, my master.

Bring me the locket.

Lord Lucifer, as a
relic of true evil,

I present your
unholiness with a locket

worn by the wives of Henry VIII.

May all the evil
energy attached to them

be used in conjuring
your malevolent glory.

Oh, great master of darkness,

it is with the
dagger of the dead

that the first
blood will be drawn,

made from the stone on which
Cain slew his brother Abel,

the same blade that shed
the first innocent blood

on God's forsaken earth.

So, it shall shed my blood

to serve as a broth
for the offering.

As it was written in
the Book of Isaiah,

since thou wast
precious in my sight,

thou hast been honorable,
and I have loved thee.

Therefore, I will
give men for thee,

and people for thy life.

Surrender to darkness,
rebuke the light.

Surrender to darkness,

rebuke the light.

- Surrender to darkness,

rebuke the light.

- Surrender to darkness,

rebuke the light.

- Rebuke the light.

- As it was in the beginning,
so it shall be in the end.

May the dark cast the light

and let the unholy
fill the room.

Lord Lucifer, bless this blood

so we might baptize
your unholy womb.

With the power of the
seven seals of hell,

I baptize you in the name
of the unholy trinity,

the father of life,
the sins of the flesh,

and the unholy spirit!
- Fuck you, motherfucker!

I'll fucking kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

- Drink the
blood of the dead.

- Fuck you!

- Prime her for
the seed of your wickedness.

- No!

Mom, what the heck is going on?

- You have nothing
to fear, my child.

Today is a very
special day for you.

Think of it as like
your wedding day.

- My what?

- You are the chosen one.

- Chosen for what?

- You will be the unholy
mother of the Antichrist.

Isn't that exciting, honey?

- Who are these people?

- They are your brothers.
They are my children.

You see, Sally, we are just
small pieces of a bigger puzzle.

I had your brother here
when I was a young girl

because my father was a
horrible, horrible man.

He raped me for years, and
eventually I got pregnant.

After the birth, I was
sent to boarding school,

but I ran away.

I wandered aimlessly until I
was welcomed into a new family,

the family of Satan.

I was to be the chosen one!

I was to be the mother
of the Antichrist,

but unfortunately, I wasn't
suited for that role.

The prophecy says
that the mother

is an untouched woman, a virgin.

I was far from that.

The ceremony was
attempted anyway.

The devil was
conjured into a man

who would lay with me
and get me pregnant.

- And that man was me.

And the child to be
born was Freddy, my son.

And it's now into his
young and virile body

that we will summon the devil.

- I'm psyched about it too, dad.

- Of course, the original
ritual was ruined

by this bastard child of yours.

He's not even a part
of this fucking family.

He massacred the original clergy

'cause of his poor conditioning.

- It was after that I got
pregnant with you girls.

Laurie turned out to be
a nasty little whore,

so now she will die and you
will fulfill the prophecy.

And I will become the
grandmother of the Antichrist.

- You're insane!

- Silence! Kneel
before me, my son.

For you.

- No,
no, no, no, no, no.

What are you doing now?

- You fool! What have you done?

- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?

- Ed, Ed, remember who's
your little brother, man?

Who loves you, huh? Ed, Ed, no.

Ed, Ed, put me down.

Ed, Ed, put me down! Ed, stop!

Ed, stop!

Mommy, mommy, help me-

- You fucking ruined everything!

- No, what
are you doin' to my boy?

- Doing something I should've
been done years ago!

Getting rid of this
fucking mongoloid!

- What the fuck!
- What the fuck!

I can't, I don't know what to-

- And what the fuck do
you think you're doing?

- Oh, no!
No, no, no, no, no!

- What are you doing?

- Can't you see the
seal has been broken?

I don't fucking need
any of you anymore!

Just you and me
now, little piggy.

Where the fuck do you
think you're going?

You ruined my entire plan.

There's nowhere to run.

What are you gonna do with that?

- Mom!

You're alive.

Mom, you-

- Put pressure on it.
Put pressure on it.

I'm so sorry I put
you through this.

I truly do love you. Even
though you ruined everything!

A gun? You don't have the guts.

You whiny little pig!

- It's gonna be all right.

I promise. We got you.

- Fuck!

- Goddamn.

That went hard last
night.

Well, let's see what the
gang's up to.