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(tense music)

(bag rustles)

(bags rustling)

(man sniffles)

(man sniffles)

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(man sniffles)

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(man sniffles)

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(man sniffles) (door scrapes)

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(man grunts) (boxes clattering)

- [Group] Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it!

Do it!

- You've violated the oath.

We manufacture drugs for other people.

We don't use ourselves.

In doing so, you have jeopardized the whole operation.

You know the rules and now, you must be punished!

(dramatic music)

- [Group] Do it, do it, do it.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it! Do it!

- Come on, look, man.

Listen to me.

I can stop any time I want to.

Mongo, I can stop any time!

Look, it was all Rodney!

(Mongo screams)

(skull cracking)

(unnerving music)

- We must protect our lab from traitors and intruders.

One more week and we'll disband,

and we'll have all the money we ever need.

- [Group] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

- Well, Ms. Morris, if you're ready,

I have everything I need to show you

that nice little piece of property.

- Yes, I'm ready.

And please, call me Susan.

(tense music)

(door creaks)

- So, Susan, you said your husband passed away?

- Yes, two years ago.

- That's too bad.

I am sorry, but may I be so forward as to ask,

is this the way you're gonna purchase the property?

With insurance money?

- Well, yes.

Some insurance and some savings.

It's what my husband and I

always talked about doing someday.

Buying a piece of property out away from everything.

Away from the rat race, then...

Then he was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver.

- I'm sorry, Susan.

I didn't mean to sound so...

Well, what I mean, I was just trying to see how

we could get the best deal for you.

I hope you understand.

It really does help if I know how much money

a buyer has to work with.

- Sure, I understand.

- Well, anyway, this property sounds like

what you're looking for.

It's been on the market quite a while

and I think I can get you an excellent deal.

But, like I said, it's out in the sticks

and we're in for quite a drive.

- It sounds real nice, Cecil.

Exactly what I'm looking for.

(ominous music)

- Now, Susan, don't let the width of the road frighten you.

Many times, I've been on this road and haven't seen a soul.

And the times I have, they've all been courteous.

Real nice people live in this area.

- I consider myself a good driver.

It doesn't bother me.

(ominous music cont.)

(tire pops)

- Oh, geez.

I don't believe this.

(ominous music cont.)

- You do have a spare, I hope.

- Of course I do.

I should have.

Better have.

I do.

Ah.

It's even got air in it.

(tense music)

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- What do you think?

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- I don't know.

(dramatic music)

- Ow! Damn it!

(Cecil sighs)

- [Susan] Cecil, let me help, please.

Okay?

- [Cecil] Fine.

- You know, every time one of my three brothers

ran outta gas, or got a flat tire,

they'd make me go to the gas station or change the tire.

They said because I was a girl, I needed the experience.

(Susan laughs)

Now, I know exactly what they mean.

- [Cecil] Huh. You seem to have the touch, all right.

- Thank you.

All right.

Let's go.

(hubcap clanging) (ominous music)

(tire thuds)

Let's go.

(engine revs)

(ominous music continues)

Jesus!

What the hell was that?

That guy coulda killed us!

- Now, Susan, relax. Please.

Probably just a couple of kids out having fun.

No big deal.

- I don't think so, Cecil.

That looked like the truck I saw back at the ranch

where we had the flat tire.

- I don't know what ranch you're talking about.

Nah, just some kids.

- Well, okay, Cecil.

But I don't like this.

Don't you think we should turn around and go back?

- Now, Susan, you're here to see a nice piece of property.

And that's what I'd like to do for you.

This could be your dream house.

I think you ought to have the opportunity

to have a look at it.

Now, wouldn't you agree?

Those were just a couple of punk kids.

Nothing to be frightened about.

Besides, I'm here.

(engine revs)

(ominous music)

(cars rattling) (engines sputtering)

- They're back! God damn, these dipshits.

What the hell do they want?

- I don't know,

but they're messing with the wrong guy!

(tires screeching)

Aw, man, this is screwed!

- I agree. Let's get the hell outta here!

(ominous music cont.)

(tires screeching) (cars clattering)

- Oh, shit! We've had it!

- Don't say that!

(tires screeching)

What do you want from us?

- They wanna kill us, that's what they want!

(dramatic music) (car thudding)

(tense music)

(Susan coughs)

- Cecil! Oh, geez.

Are you all right?

- I'm not dead.

(Cecil chuckles)

God damn, I'm not dead.

Hell of a ride.

Oh...

- Cecil, my legs are stuck.

I can't move.

- Look at my car!

All right, I can get out!

- No, Cecil, wait!

Help me out of here.

- I'll get help!

- Wait!

Please, help me out!

God damn you, Cecil! Let me outta here!

(tense, ominous music)

- No truck again.

Getting the hell outta here.

Trust me, Susan.

I'll get help.

Trust me, trust me.

IWill.

(Cecil grunts)

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- No, don't leave me here, Cecil.

Please!

Help me out!

Cecil, God damn you, come back!

Help me out!

- I can't believe this has happened to me.

- Cecil! Where are you?

(tense, ominous music)

What kinda person are you?

(tense, ominous music)

Shit.

What the hell is this?

Oh, shit!

(engine rewing)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

There's that son of a bitch!

Cecil!

Cecil!

Cecil, it's Susan!

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Cecil, you bastard.

How can you leave me like that?

I could've died in that damn car!

- How do you like my jacket?

I tried to be friends with him,

but I don't think he liked me.

(door slams)

(Apples laughs)

- I never liked that stupid jacket anyway!

(dramatic music)

Shit.

(Susan screams)

(Susan yelps)

(Susan screams)

(Apples knocks)

- Yoo-hoo!

Is anyone home?

(Apples knocks)

I need you to come out and play!

- I'm afraid of the dark.

(Apples knocks)

- Come out and play!

(door slams)

(Susan yelps)

Let go of the door and come out and play!

- Is there a light in here?

(ominous music)

(Susan screams)

Cecil, is that you?

(Susan yelps)

(door clatters)

(tense, ominous music)

(Apples groans)

- Let go of my hand, you bitch!

(Apples grunts)

You're hurting me!

Please, you're hurting me!

Please, my hand.

Please!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

You bitch!

You bitch!

(tense ominous music continues)

Let me go and I'll be nice to you.

Please, nice little girl!

I can help you get out of here!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

Let go of me and get me out of here, you bitch!

Shit, no way.

I swear, I'll be nice to you.

Bitch!

(Susan screams)

You bitch!

- Oops.

- You get over here and help me!

(tense, ominous music)

- Going someplace?

- Now, wait a minute!

I don't know what the problem is,

but I didn't do anything to any of you people.

- I'll kill you!

Get me outta here! Don't you leave me here!

- And as for you, girl, there is no more problem.

Not for us, anyway.

- You bitch!

Get over here!

- Somebody get Apples!

- What do you think Mongo's gonna want us to do with her?

- I know what to do with her.

- I know what to do, too.

(tense, ominous music)

- What do you think you're doing?

- Yeah, what do you think you're doing?

- I'm going to take care of the problem.

- What problem?

- She's mine!

She's mine.

She's mine! I'll kill the bitch!

(Susan screams)

(Apples grunts) (Susan screams)

(Susan coughs)

(hand slaps) (tense music)

(hand slaps)

(Susan grunts)

(tense, ominous music)

' MOngol

Mongo.

I saved her for you.

I saved her for you.

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- Hey, you're the son of a bitch that ran us off the road.

- You are in my territory!

You're ruining my fucking operation!

Tie her up in the barn.

The rest of you, get back to work.

How can we make any money?

No drugs, no money!

And tie her up now!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(water bubbling)

What's going on here?

- Should I dump it?

- Nah, use it.

(hands scraping)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

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(Susan grunts)

- You should be nice to me.

I can make your short life a lot easier.

- QW! Shit, that hurt!

(tense music)

(Star yells)

(tense music)

(Susan grunts)

(Susan and Star screaming)

(Susan grunts)

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan grunts)

(Susan groans)

- I'm going mad! Bitch, don't fuck with me!

(Susan grunts)

(Star yelPS)

(Susan and Star grunting)

- Wow!

(Susan laughs)

Oh, shit!

- Terk, get the people and get her.

Get 'em and get her!

- What about Star?

- What about Star?

(tense, ominous music)

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(tense music)

(Susan exhales)

(Susan gasps)

(tense music cont.)

- You won't get fuckin' shit

if you don't do exactly what I say.

Just so you know, you keep your fucking mouth shut,

or I'll cut your fuckin' throat.

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan yelps)

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(man yells)

(man screams)

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(man yells)

(man screams)

- Get the bitch!

(man yells)

- (chuckles) Oh, man!

She did you! She really did you!

- What?

What?

- Hang on. - Oh, what?

(man screams)

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- Help me! Please, help me!

Help me.

I don't know where I'm at, or what I'm doing.

- Let's do inside and we'll call the Sheriff.

(tense, ominous music cont.)

What are you doing? What's wrong?

I need your help!

Please, I need your help!

- Here, girl.

Look what you sent, Mongo.

Take care of it. Now!

" Ha!

The silly bitch ran to the wrong ranch for help.

- Huh? Huh?

What?

- What did I do to you?

- You didn't do anything.

You're just a game.

- Game's over, Mongo.

Take her back to the old ranch and kill her.

- Kill her?

- Shut up, bitch.

- You're dead.

You died when you did this.

When you did...

You're fuckin' dead!

- And do it now.

- What'd you say?

- What did he say?

- Mongo, she's a problem for us.

We stand to make lots of money on these next two shipments.

We should be making drugs, not chasing this bimbo around.

- Bimbo?

- The San Francisco shipment is ready.

All we're waiting for is you.

The super shipment to LA will be ready

when you get back with the cash.

As far as the girl's concerned,

I'll deal with her as I see fit.

And remember, don't forget to come back without the cash.

- Okay, Mongo.

I just wanna make sure everything is all right.

We all stand to make some quick money.

- And after the LA sale, we'll disband this operation,

and we'll all live happily ever after.

Right, Mr. Wilson?

- Yeah, right.

- The game's not over.

When we get back to our ranch,

tie her up in the bar and take her shoes.

If she gets away again, she won't get far.

Let's go, move it!

- Yeah, the game's not over.

- What did he say?

- You heard the man. Move it!

Let's go, come on!

(tense, ominous music)

- Okay, listen up.

You three, put the shipment in Mr. Wilson's car.

Come on, let's go.

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- I'll be one or two days in San Francisco.

- Good.

When you get back with the cash,

the LA shipment will be ready.

- Take care of that woman.

She's trouble.

- Don't worry, she's no big deal.

- That's what makes me so good at selling drugs.

Because I worry about detail.

- She's no problem.

(engine revs)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(switchblade flicks)

- Me and Mongo are like that.

Tight, man. Tight.

I'm the only one he trusts.

So he sent me in here to check up on you.

(Susan grunts)

Ooh, Jesus.

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan yelps)

Now, you be quiet.

- (muffled) Fuck me.

- What?

- (muffled) Fuck me.

(Susan grunts)

- Now, what's the problem?

- (muffled) Take the tape off.

- I can't do that.

And you're getting me out of the mood.

- Take the tape off and I'll get you back in the mood.

(tense music)

Shit!

I hate that.

- You scream and I'll cut your eyes out.

- If I did that, I'd have a barn full of men

beating me and slapping me around.

I wouldn't want that.

All I want is you.

Kiss me.

(dramatic music)

(Susan grunts)

- Now what?

What the hell's the problem?

- Untie my hands.

- I can't do that.

Oh, you think I'm stupid or something.

Oh, you're fuckin' with me.

Don't fuck with me!

- No, I don't think you're stupid.

You've got a knife and my feet are tied.

And you're much stronger than l.

All I want is you.

Kiss me.

(tense music)

(Susan grunts)

Untie my hands and I'll really show you how to make love.

- Oh...

(Susan grunts)

(tense music cont.)

- You see? Isn't that better?

- Oh, shit.

- Kiss me.

I want it all.

(skull cracks)

(knife clatters)

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(Susan grunts)

(Susan grunts)

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan grunts)

- Gone.

Let's go, let's go!

Fuck!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

Come on, get that bitch.

Let's get her!

(dramatic music)

Terk, take the men and get her.

Bring her back, dead or alive.

I'll pay 5,ooo alive, 1o if she's dead!

(tense, ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit.

(Susan grunts)

(suspenseful music cont.)

- Hey, watch out where you're going!

- Watch what you got!

(suspenseful music cont.)

- There she is!

(suspenseful music)

(boots crunching)

(suspenseful music cont.)

(suspenseful music)

- God damn.

Shit. Fuck.

(Susan exhales)

(suspenseful music cont.)

(man shouts) (can rattles)

What have I got to lose?

(man chattering)

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

(suspenseful music)

Wait! Wait!

(Geno laughs)

- No matter where I go, women case after me.

(men laughing)

Go get her, Billy.

- Come on! Go, go, go!

(Terk grunts)

- Hi.

- Hey!

Hey, hey!

- Oh, God, thank you.

- Hi, my name's Geno.

- Drive, damn it!

They're trying to kill me, please!

Get the hell outta here!

(tense, ominous music)

Drive! Get in the car!

Let's go!

- All right! A chick!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- Okay, okay, Billy.

Get your ass in here, dude.

Hey, hey.

Damsel in distress.

Geno to the rescue.

(all laughing)

- Get the hell out of here! Drive!

(men grunting)

(men cheering)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- Okay, oK8)'-

Come on, let's go.

- Yes, yeah!

They're trying to kill me!

- Shut up!

- Hey, beer here, dude.

- Come on, over here, over here.

Come on, crack me one, crack me up.

- Here, take it. - All right.

(Billy laughs) ' oh, party hardy!

- What are you doing? Why are you slowing down?

- Because he can't drive worth a shit

while he's been drinking.

- Get off my case, or I'll kick your ass!

- Let me outta here! Just, please, let me outta here.

(Geno laughs)

Oh, look, the Sheriff's car.

He'll save us. Please, stop.

- No, no, no, no, I can't stop.

Get her outta sight.

Sit on her if you have to. Get her outta sight, man.

(Susan yelps)

- Geno has two DUls.

If he gets one more, he's looking at a year in the can.

- Sorry, lady.

(tense music)

- [Susan] They're out there!

They have to be stopped!

- All right, We did it!

Hey, we did it!

(Billy chuckles)

You go, fuckin' cop!

(Geno chuckles)

"Geno, you're just one smooth dude!"

' 9h, baby!

- Mhm.

Yahoo!

- You dumb son of a bitch!

- Shut up!

- Hey, Geno! You didn't have to do that!

- Shut up, Billy!

(tense music)

- What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna kill us! Get us back on the main road!

' [Man] Oh, shut up, lady!

(tense music cont.)

Woo! (men laughing)

- All right! Yeah!

It's time!

(Geno laughs)

- Time for what?

- Time to dip your wicket, dumb fuck!

(Geno laughs)

- I can't do that to her.

- Oh, come on. What do you mean you can't?

You get firsties.

- Hurry up, or I'll take firsties!

- Hey, we can't do this, man.

We can't!

- Oh, what do you mean?

You're nothing but a wimp, Billy!

(man grunts) (glass shatters)

(people shouting)

- [Man] Let me outta here! Let me out!

(panicked screaming)

(Geno grunts)

- No! What the hell are you doing?

(window shatters)

(man grunts)

(Susan screams) (man yells)

(Susan screams)

(Susan sobs)

(Susan and Billy screaming)

- ls this the shit you've been talking about?

- This is what I've been trying to tell you

and your dumbfuck friends!

- Shit.

- Get outta here!

- Shit!

Jesus Christ!

Come on!

(tense, ominous music)

They pulled the ignition wires.

(Billy grunts) (Susan screams)

(Billy yells)

(tire pops) (bones crunching)

(Susan screeches)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- I bet you never listened to your mothers, either.

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(Susan whimpers)

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

What the fuck do you want?

- Mongo will be here soon.

You ask him.

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(Susan panting)

(clasps rattling)

Oh, geez. Afucking unicorn.

- [Man] What did she say?

- She said a --

(tense, ominous music)

- Now, you die.

- Not so fast, Spike.

Crap.

(Mongo grunts)

(Susan grunts)

- How the hell did she do that?

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Get her!

Get her, God damn it!

What are you waiting for?

Move!

Move!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(group grunting) (truck humming)

(tense, ominous music)

(boots thudding)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

' Go, go!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- [Susan] Shit.

(guns firing)

- You stupid son of a bitch!

You almost shot me!

- Who are you calling a stupid son of a bitch?

You asshole!

Fuckin' idiot!

- Don't call me an idiot!

Stupid!

- God damn it, we got a job to do!

Let's go get her!

Let's go! Come on!

" Go!

(tense, ominous music)

- Hello? Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Shit.

It started, damn it! It started!

I'm outta here!

(tires screeching)

- You left the key in the fucking car!

- It was Frankie's fault.

He pushed me into the trees, made me forget.

- I oughta shoot your ass and leave you here for the bugs.

- Why don't both of you shut the fuck up?

- Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

It's no big deal.

I got a plan.

- I've gotta hear this, you asshole.

- We know this road.

We know what direction she's going.

So what are we waiting for?

We cut across that way and her ass is ours.

- Well, then, let's go. All right?

Come on!

(suspenseful, ominous music)

(tires screeching)

(suspenseful, ominous music cont.)

- You fuckin' idiot!

- You're the one that fell first!

- Fuckin' asshole.

- I lost my gun.

(gun cocks) - Ah...

(gun fires)

(Frankie grunts)

- I'll kill you!

- Unless I get my hands on you first.

- Oh my God.

Oh, shit.

(tires screeching)

- I'm losing my temper, Buck.

I want her real bad.

- Let's get her.

This way.

(tires screeching)

(tense, ominous music)

Wait, she's coming this way.

Here she comes.

(tires screeching)

- Shoot the tires!

- Yeah, sure.

(tires screeching) (gun fires)

Shoot the fuckin' tires, huh?

- Let's go!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- We got her.

We got her in the Sheriff's car.

We got her. It was my idea, too.

- So where's the car?

- That's the problem.

She's driving the car.

- She's driving the car.

She's driving the fucking car?

What do you mean?

- It's no problem.

She's heading for the canyon.

We take a shortcut through there, boom, we got her!

No big deal.

- Okay, fuckhead.

But you better be right.

I'll be back at the ranch.

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- What the hell is she doing, Terk?

- How the hell do I know?

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- This fuckin' woman. Changing her mind.

Come on.

We're doing it again.

- I told you it was a stupid idea of yours, Buck.

Fucking idiot.

- Who you calling an idiot?

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- She's coming back, she's coming back.

Let's go, come on!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on.

Good idea now, eh, Terk?

(guns firing)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(car clattering)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(group cheering)

(group cheering)

- Woohoo!

- She's in there. There she is.

We got her. I told you it would work.

I told you it would work!

- It's not her.

It's the Sheriff, you dumb bastard.

- Yeah, but Terk...

- Shut up, man!

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(Susan panting)

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(lamp rattles)

(ax clattering)

(tense music)

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- Looks good, Jake.

- Open it.

- This shows a lack of faith in your fellow brother.

- When it comes to money, I don't have any brothers.

_ Qkay.

- Word on the street is...

Someone's been selling some bad shit, man.

Couple of kids died.

This makes me look bad.

- Makes you look bad, huh?

Cut 'em off, then you raise the price.

They just OD'ed, man.

What the fuck?

You lost a couple of kids.

Big deal.

(tense music)

Keep 'em.

They ain't mine.

- Get that shit outta there.

White motherfucker stole that car.

Fuckin' thief.

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan screams)

(headbutt thuds)

(suspenseful, ominous music)

(Mongo grunts)

(Susan screams)

(Susan breathing heavily)

(tense music)

(ax thuds)

(tense music cont.)

(metal clanging)

(tense music cont.)

(saw rustles)

(tense music)

(Fag rustles)

(machine whirring)

(tense music cont.)

(tense music cont.)

(Fag rustles)

(tense music)

(tense music cont.)

(tense music)

(tense music cont.)

(ax clatters)

(metal clanging)

(tense music)

' He)', Mongol

Mongo, come here, man!

Look at this!

Buck!

Come here, man! Get over here!

- Nice of you to drop by.

Saved us a lot of time.

Nice outfit.

- You can push me, but you can only push me so far.

Now, it's my turn.

(tense music)

(Chang yells)

(wood clatters)

(Chang grunts)

(tense, dramatic music)

(Chang grunts)

(Chang shouting)

- Karate, black belt, 15 years.

(bones crunching)

- Ballet, 6 months.

(Chang yells)

- Get her!

Get that bitch!

(man yells)

(Susan screams)

(dramatic music)

- You have disgraced me!

Now, let's fight to the death!

(dramatic music)

(Chang yells)

(Chang groans)

(Chang yells)

- What the fuck was that?

- What?

Huh? What?

- Get her!

- Oh, shit!

(dramatic music cont.)

- Go, go, go!

Come on!

Get the bitch, man! Get her, get her!

Forget her, man.

Let's split.

Dump this whole operation, man.

We got enough money.

- No way, she's gonna die.

- Listen to me!

- She's gonna die, Terk.

- Listen to me, she's gonna die.

You understand? She's gonna die!

(tense, dramatic music)

(tense, ominous music)

(tense, dramatic music)

(rope whooshes)

(man yells)

(bones crunching) (man groans)

- Hey, assholes.

(ax clatters)

(nails clattering)

(man screams)

(ax squelches)

(tense, ominous music)

(axes whooshing) (axes clanging)

- That bitch.

That fuckin' bitch is dead.

- Oh, damn, man. She's pissed.

Damn, she's mad.

She's gonna do us all.

I told you, Apples.

- Shut up, Georgie.

- Both of you shut the fuck up.

She's just one woman.

How can she do this to us?

- Because she's pissed, man.

That's how she's gonna do that to us.

- Shut the fuck up. I'll kill you myself.

- Oh, she's pissed, man.

She's gonna do us all.

- Let's get the bitch before she gets us.

That's the way that game is played.

Let's go.

- Yeah, watch your feet, though.

She's had ballet lessons.

- [George] Let's go, go, go, man.

(tense, ominous music)

(rope whooshes)

(Susan grunts)

(tense, ominous music)

(Buck chuckles)

- You're mine now.

Easy 1o grand.

(knife whooshes)

- Why share her three ways?

- I'm gonna cut her ear off.

I'm gonna cut the bitch's ear off.

- No, not yet.

We're going to take her back to the ranch

and hang her, right in the middle of the courtyard.

I'm gonna cut her ear off first.

I don't give a fuck what you say!

You see this?

She's gonna P83'!

She's gonna pay for this!

- Back at the ranch, she can pay for that!

Georgie, listen to me.

If we cut her ear off now, she's going to get sick,

throw up and pass out, and we'll have to carry her.

Do you want to carry her back to the ranch?

Fuck no, you don't!

Get that rope.

(tense, ominous music)

(metal clanging)

I don't know what the big deal was,

because she ain't that tough.

- What?

What did you say?

- I don't know what the big deal was, she ain't that tough.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Susan grunts)

- [Apples] What the...

- It's a trick.

It's a trick!

She's gonna do something, that bitch.

Tricky.

(Apples groans)

I knew it, I knew it!

(Susan grunts)

(tense, dramatic music)

She hurt me.

Damn it, I knew something like this was gonna happen.

I knew it, I knew it!

(Apples sighs)

Well, well, little lady.

You know what time it is? (axes scraping)

It's time to die.

- I wouldn't come any closer, if I were you.

- Why? Are you going to scratch out my eyes?

(Apples laughs)

- No.

This place is booby trapped.

And you're gonna die.

- She's gonna do us...

She's gonna do us all, man.

(tense, ominous music)

- You're lying.

It's time for you to die, lady.

Say your last words.

- Do you squat when you pee?

(Apple yells)

(neck squelches)

(tense, ominous music)

- I knew something like this was gonna happen.

Apples.

Man, you okay?

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(Georgie grunts)

Shit, man.

We're supposed to be the bad guys.

(tense, ominous music)

Oh, shit.

I ain't doing too good.

- Not too good at all.

- Bitch!

(axes clattering)

(Mongo panting)

- Okay, Terk.

You're right.

Get back to the ranch and pack up.

- Yeah. I had enough of this crap.

- House.

Get Mr. Wilson, split the money, and we're outta here.

- That crazy broad did one good thing for us.

There's less people we have to share the money with.

- Yeah.

The less survivors, the more money we get.

That's the way the game's played.

- Yeah.

We win, they lose.

- Yeah, Terk, come on.

Terk.

Go to the lab,

pack up the rest of the drugs that are ready for sale.

- Yeah. We don't want to cut us short of any money.

- I'll go to the house, pick up the rest of the cash.

- Oh, Mr. Wilson will be here soon

with the rest of the money.

Let's do it.

- Let's go.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic, tense music)

(boxes clattering)

(tense, ominous music)

(boxes clattering)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

(tense, ominous music cont.)

- What's going on here?

Where's everybody at?

- They're dead, man.

She killed them all.

Except for me and Mongo.

- You're stupid, man.

You're all fucked up.

All of you.

I told you to get rid of that bitch.

I did my job.

I got the cash, now you do yours!

- It's too late, man.

- It's not too late.

I need my share of the LA sale.

Get rid of that bitch now.

- I said, forget it, man! It's too late!

" No!

Get rid of her now, damn you.

- How about I get rid of you, asshole?

(Terk grunts) (Mr. Wilson grunts)

(box clatters) (dramatic music)

(Terk grunts)

(Mr. Wilson thuds)

(cash scraping)

- I'm back.

- So what?

(whip whooshes)

(Terk grunts)

Ah!

You bitch!

(Terk grunts)

(buckets clattering)

(Susan screams)

(Susan yelps)

(Mongo and Susan grunting)

(teeth crunching) (Mongo screams)

(Susan grunts)

(Mongo grunts)

(Susan yells)

(buckets clattering)

(Mongo groans)

(tense, ominous music)

(Susan yelps)

(Mongo grunts)

(Mongo grunts)

(Susan screams)

(skull cracks)

(dramatic music)

(Mongo grunts)

(Mongo groans)

(Susan yells)

(Mongo and Susan screaming)

(tense music)

(tense music cont.)

(Susan screams)

(Mongo grunts) (briefcase clatters)

(Mongo groans)

" No!

(Mongo groans)

(Susan grunts)

(dramatic music)

(Mongo grunts) (aX squelching)

(dramatic music cont.)

(Mongo chuckles)

(Mongo gasps)

(Mongo yells)

(Susan screams victoriously)

(tense, ominous music)

' Yes!

Woo!

(suspenseful, dramatic music)

(suspenseful, dramatic music cont.)

(tense, ominous music)

(catchy funky beat)