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They're trying to kill me. They are crazy.

Just calm down, Sally. You're safe now.

Can you tell me what happened?

We ran out of gas.

Kirk went for help.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Kirk.

Kirk?

Jerry.

Jerry.

Sally, I hear something. Stop. Stop.

No. Please. Please.

Please. Please stop.

Give me that hammer.

Sheriff, we have got the victim's statement.

She's en route to the hospital.

What's your 20?

On Quick Hill Road. Headed out there now.

Call for an ambulance, in case there's any others still alive.

Hey, Sheriff. This is Marvin.

I am only 2 minutes behind you and I am closing.

All right, step on it, Marvin.

Sheriff, that family is likely armed.

You going to wait for backup?

I can't wait. I am going in now.

- I swear to God. - Come on, let's go.

Shit.

Sheriff wants an ambulance to 647 Quick Hill Road.

You copy?

Drayton?

You know why I am here.

Come out and bring your son, Jed.

Hands high above your heads.

I ain't leaving, Drayton.

I have a girl says you butchered her friends.

No one's turning a blind eye to this.

He's protecting the house and the family.

Yeah, well that ain't the way I heard it.

Oh, damn it. Come on out here.

Look, I ain't waiting out here all day.

I will call in the Staties, if that's what you want.

Send the boy out, Drayton.

Look, this don't have to get no uglier than it already is.

Fuckers ain't getting anybody in this family. You don't want to make it worse.

I ain't leaving without the boy, Drayton.

We're Sawyers.

- Hell, yeah. - What's it going to be?

You do what you have to do, Sheriff.

Send the boy out.

Give him the boy. He's simple anyway.

He's family.

We're going to send out Jed.

All right. Send him.

Hold it up, Marvin.

And he gets a good lawyer.

Agreed.

You did it now, boy.

You let that bitch meat get away.

Oh, shit.

- Come on out, Sawyer. - Give us that retard.

There's more. Them ain't cops.

Get back here, Drayton.

We got trouble.

All right, just stay back now, Burt. I got this.

- We're here to back you up. - Yeah, you can start....

...by getting everybody back in their cars and high-tailing it out of here.

Yeah, that ain't going to happen.

Let's go, boys. Lynch these son of a bitches.

I have got control of this.

He's bringing the boy out, okay?

What are we doing there, Sheriff?

Kick his ass out.

Look, he's bringing his son out here.

Bring him out.

- Light them up, Ollie. - Special delivery.

- No. - Motherfuckers.

Hell, yeah. Sawyer bonfire.

This is on you, Burt.

Eye for an eye, Sheriff. Can't get around the Good Book.

Hell of a job, boys.

Whoo.

Keep looking. When they're charred, they're hard to find.

Ah, hell. Hey, Burt.

- Yeah? - Looky here.

I am hanging this bad boy over the bar.

- This baby's coming home with me. - We going to be heroes.

Son of a bitch.

Help us.

Yeah. Yeah. Come here.

Come on. Come here. Come on.

Come on. Let her go. Let her go.

Come on. Yeah. Yeah.

I got her. Everything's okay.

Shh. Shh.

It's okay.

Hey, Gavin, where have you been? What is...

Oh, my God. It's a baby.

Found her. Brought her out through the woods.

Gavin. Come on, man, we're going to be in the paper.

Yeah, man, I will be right there.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on now, you're going to miss it.

- Gavin... - Come on.

She's been burned.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, brother.

Be right there, my man.

We're going to keep her, right?

I got her for you, Arlene.

You never know how you look till you get that picture took.

I will be right back.

Come on, what were you thinking?

Hey. He was Ryan's idea. I warned you.

Well, next time your raunchy-ass boyfriend

tries to stick me with one of his high school band buddies,

kiss him for me. What?

I like him. He was pretty cool.

We started talking and he made these incredible crepes.

Amazing.

He's got this thing about becoming a chef.

And there's actually a lot more to him than meets the eye.

So, do you think you can handle this 4-day road trip with him to New Orleans?

I am way ahead of you, girl. He even volunteered to drive.

- Seriously? Wow. - Hell, yeah.

- I was talking to... - Hey, Nikki.

Bobby wants you back at your register.

All right. I am going to go work on my Halloween costume.

And I don't mean scary.

Nikki digs your old high school friend.

- Something about crepes? - That's Kenny's signature move.

Nikki had no chance.

I thought we weren't going to bring our work home with us.

You think I am cracked?

No. But you might want to broaden your extracurriculars.

Get over here and tear this up.

I am not up for a bruising.

I wasn't talking about the bag.

Neither was I.

I love your crazy little birthmark.

Fuck.

Who is that?

Shit. That, it might be my contract.

I am coming.

- It's for you. - Me?

Some law office in Dallas, yeah.

My grandmother died 3 weeks ago.

I thought all your grandparents were dead.

So did I.

I just wanted to have a child.

Enough. I wanted to have a child so... Enough.

Enough. I wanted to have a child so... Enough.

...bad and I couldn't. Enough, Arlene. Enough.

Why couldn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Your mother has a defective uterus?

She wanted a kid. End of story.

So what? We're not good enough for you now?

I didn't say that.

I just want to know where I came from and who I came from.

Well, we're the ones that raised you.

And you were damn lucky, I'd say.

Those people were...

I can't even put that into words.

- There are no words... - Shut up, Arlene.

...for that, Heather. Shut up.

You came from a shit heap.

There. Now you know.

If I'd had half a mind, I'd have left you there.

I am out. I am done.

Don't even think about going down there.

Heather.

Heather.

Heather. You go down there you're going to bring trouble on us.

What are you talking about?

Trust me.

Newt, Texas is the last place you want to be.

- How'd it go? - Like shit.

It sucks when you find out

your parents have been lying to you your whole life.

Baby, I am sorry.

I was adopted.

I never felt right about them.

I am going to go pack.

- For Texas, not New Orleans. - Wait.

- Hold on. - No, Ryan. I have to go.

- Forget Halloween. - Wait. Wait, just listen to me, please.

Hey.

Oh. Ryan called us.

- Kenny. - That's really cool art.

See, I kind of figured you'd want to deal with your grandmother's stuff so...

So, knowing how hard-headed you are, we have decided to come with you.

Really? You guys would do that?

Are you kidding me?

Come here. Of course. Come on. You're our girl.

Listen, I wasn't going to send you to some cousin-fuck town all alone.

I don't mind driving to Texas.

I hear they got great barbecue.

So, maybe so, maybe no?

All right. Sounds like a plan.

- Let's do this. - Oh, yeah.

What. What.

What. What.

Texas here we come.

Oh, my God. Are you kidding me?

Jesus Christ.

Go, go.

Fuck.

- What'd you get? - All this.

You like? Because it was, like, 25 bucks.

Get out. That's a rip-off.

Don't worry about it, honey. It's on your credit card.

Oh, yeah? Well, that's okay. You know why?

Because...

- Kenny paid for the gas. - What?

What the... Give me that.

- How'd you get that, man? - Oh, Kenny.

- Don't cry. - It's okay. Let's go, baby.

- Ready? - Baby, let's go.

What was that?

Jesus, dude, you all right?

Oh, my God.

- Yeah, it's all right. - You hit him, Kenny.

Sorry, I didn't see you, man.

It's all right.

I should probably sue.

But I will settle for a stick of that jerky.

Say, where you all headed?

New Orleans.

You're kidding. That's great.

- That where you going? - No, no.

Shreveport? It's on the way.

Did your car break? Where's your car?

Uh, that's a bit of a long story.

Short of it is my lady dumped my butt and I have been thumbing my way back from Tulsa.

I sure could use a ride.

Ain't got no problem paying my way.

60 bucks.

You will be doing a guy a favor. Help a fella out.

Rain?

- Okay. Come on. - Yeah?

We have to stop in Texas on the way.

Well, sure beats walking.

All right.

You okay?

Yeah. I am good.

- You scared at all? - No.

I am just wondering where I fit, you know?

Yeah.

So, what's in Newt?

One-sided family reunion.

My grandmother died. I got to sign some papers.

My condolences. Were you two close?

I just learned about her yesterday.

But family's family.

Amen, sister.

Family is a messy business.

Ain't nothing thicker than blood.

So, do you know anything about this place?

Just the address.

We're just in and out, right?

That's the deal.

We'd never find this at night.

What the hell? We wouldn't be able to see anything.

Hey, this is it.

This is Homestead Road. Make a left.

This can't be it, right?

He said a big gate.

Wow.

Wow.

Well, there's got to be something behind there.

Like a castle or something.

All right.

Mr. Farnsworth? I am Heather.

I could tell from the car. Dead ringer.

Thank you for coming all the way from Dallas.

Anything for Verna.

She was a good woman. Salt of the earth.

Though not the most popular in these parts.

I didn't know you were bringing friends.

Is that okay?

Well, it's your house, if you want it.

Just so you know...

Verna's trust forbids you from selling it.

It's all described in these papers.

Okay. Thanks.

You can't quite see the house from here.

But it's just up beyond those trees.

These keys, they open everything inside and out.

Verna was big on security.

"0"-"8"-"19".

Best to remember it as a date.

August 19th.

Right. And the gates work automatically from the other side.

I have a house. And a whole list of assets that I will be forwarding to you

as soon as the accountants sign off.

Oh. I almost forgot.

The most important thing.

It's from Verna. Make sure you read it.

Okay. I will.

And call me if you have any questions.

You're not coming in?

Uh...

No. I promised some other folks I'd stop by.

Don't forget to read Verna's letter.

Hey.

How did you find me?

Find you? Honey, you were never lost.

It's a mansion. Oh, my God.

- Wow. - Sweet.

No way. Oh, my God, girl.

- Wow. - Are you kidding?

This is nicer than the outside.

- I don't know where to start. - How about here?

What is going on here?

Wow.

Some fine dining.

- Heather, can I open this one? - Yeah.

- Wow. - Wow.

This is definitely worth coming home to.

Want some tea?

It's all set up.

So, Heather.

What exactly did Granny do for a living?

I have no idea.

Hey. Check this out.

Look like Granny liked to play a little pool.

- Who want to play? - I do.

- Got money, bitch? - Okay, I am a bitch now.

Yeah, you're my bitch.

Okay, rack them up.

- What'd you say about my rack? - Rack them up.

- Oh. - Whoo.

Now it's a party.

- Nice. - Oh, I scratched.

Oh, too bad.

Ouch.

All right. You want to see me?

I am going to dominate you. Where's the white one?

Thank you.

Hey. What's going on?

This house is insane.

God, we got to stay the night. It's too cool.

That kitchen is so amazing.

You all have to let me cook for you tonight.

Yeah. And you can thank Darryl.

He's the one splurging on the steaks, ain't that right?

Hey, Shreveport can wait.

I needed something like this for a long time.

Thanks, you guys.

God, is he a Boy Scout or what?

- Come on. - No, I am overkill on this mission.

I am going to get the bags, clean up a little.

Yeah, I am a regular Boy Scout.

All right. So let's, uh, divide and conquer.

Will you take care of that for me?

We will see you in a few weeks, Mr. Mayor.

Burt. Wish I had a swing like that in my backyard.

Yeah, that's something all right.

Hello, precious.

Whoo.

Come on, baby.

Where's your mama? Where's your mama?

Where's your mama?

I am going to get, like, one more thing and then I am done.

- All right. I will meet you outside. - Cool.

There's, like, a carnival or something going on?

Price check. Fuck are you doing?

Nobody's looking.

Listen, it was one time.

One time. And I had, like, 18 kamikazes. Come on.

Come on. You begged for it.

And now I am begging you to keep your hands off my shit.

- Okay. - All right.

Beautiful big door for a beautiful big key.

Oh, I got your stash now, you old cunt.

What am I going to do with a bunch of wine?

What the hell is this?

Here we go. Come on.

Come on.

I have dealt with stubborn bitches before.

You just need some kicking.

Now, honey.

I am coming back here. I don't quit easy.

You're asking for trouble.

That wouldn't burn if you doused it with a fuel tanker.

This here will give you some good flavor.

But if you want to unleash some hellfire,

this here's the stuff.

Good to know.

In town for the carnival?

Just a little housewarming.

Well, you best keep it down.

I'd hate to have to haul you in.

I will try to behave.

- How much is this? - That will be $9.

So, whereabouts is this shindig?

Homestead Road.

Ain't nothing out there but the old Carson place.

That's the one.

I thought that place was empty.

Not anymore.

This officer bothering you?

Say the word and I will shoot him.

He will, too.

Go read some meters.

Burt Hartman, proud mayor of this little slice of paradise.

How're you doing?

- Heather. - Nice to meet you, Heather.

Now, my ears aren't what they used to be,

but I swear I could have heard you say something about the Carson place.

I inherited it.

- You're a Carson? - No.

- You're not a Sawyer. - Yep.

Yeah, you have got her eyes.

- You knew her? - Yeah.

Me and your family go way back.

And I know they wouldn't want you to be burdened with that beat-up old trap.

Tell you what.

I will take the whole place off your hands.

No, thanks.

Going to hardball me, huh? Hell, I like you already.

Come on, let's go.

Come on. Give me a number.

Yo.

Oh.

- Oh, shit. - What?

Fucking thief.

He took my keys.

- Wow, he played that smooth. - Yeah, he did.

We should have never picked that guy up.

Yo.

- Whoo. - Let's do this right.

- What's wrong? - Darryl ripped us off.

So he heisted some ashtrays and candlesticks.

That shouldn't keep you from having a good time. Come on.

- Cheers, you guys. - Yeah.

To happiness.

- To the queen. - Yeah.

- To the Sawyers. - To the Sawyers.

Sawyers. All right.

Hey, there's a butler's pantry in here.

Darryl?

Darryl?

Yo, Darryl.

Darryl.

Oh, my God, you have got to see this.

What?

- It's so fucked up. Come on. - Whoa, what's wrong?

Come on.

- It's right down there. - Where?

- It's right down there. - Where?

It's in that stall, right there.

- In here? - Oh, God.

Nikki, I don't see shit.

It's right under that bucket. It's under that bucket right there.

It's right under that bucket.

Okay.

What the hell, Nikki?

What are you doing?

I told you it was fucked up.

Ryan.

Ryan.

You guys.

Kenny?

Dude, what the...

What is that? What the... What is he doing?

Who is that?

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

- Go. - What?

- Oh, my God. - Go.

- Move. Move. - Close the door.

Welcome to Texas, motherfucker.

Did you hit him?

I don't know.

- Did you hit him? - I don't know.

Something's coming. Back up.

Back up. Back up, Nikki.

- Get in the van. - It's Heather.

Move over, move over. Let me in. Hurry and get us out of here. Go.

Move over, move over. Let me in. Hurry and get us out of here. Go.

Go, go, go, go.

Go......

Go. Go.

Go, go, go.

What the hell was that?

Where's Kenny?

He's dead. They're fucking dead.

Ryan, slow down. Slow down. The gate, the gate needs to open.

Ryan, slow down. Slow down. The gate, the gate needs to open.

- Give it time to open. - We got to go.

Fuck the gate. Buckle up.

- What happened? - The car stopped.

Why?

Okay, back it up. Back...

- Ryan. - Back it up, back it up, back it up.

- Back up the car. - What's wrong with it?

- Ryan, go. - I am fucking trying.

- Back up the car. - It won't start.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Back up. Here we go. - Here we go. Back up. Back up.

Wait for the gate to open.

- Fuck. - Ryan.

Ryan. Start it.

- Go Ryan, go. - It won't start.

Now, go, go, go.

- Ryan, go. - Ryan, go.

- Ryan, go. - Come on.

- Go, go. - Please, go.

Come on.

Here he comes.

Ryan. Ryan.

Heather, what happened?

What?

Quiet. Quiet.

We got to get out of here now.

We got to get out of here right now.

Get away, get away, he's coming over here.

My leg.

My leg. No, Nikki.

Hey. Hey, you country fuck.

Run, run.

Hey, want to play a game?

Call the police.

Get out of the way. Call the police.

- Go. Get out of the way. - What the hell?

What is going on?

Hey. Hey.

Drop the fucking saw.

I said, drop it.

Put it down.

Where's the girl?

Carl is tending to her in the back.

All right.

Sheriff? This is Marvin. I am at the crash site.

- You copy? - Go ahead, Marvin.

Approaching the vehicle now.

Late model VW bus on its side.

It's a real mess.

- Do you need an ambulance? - Checking now.

That's a negative. No one. No victims on the scene.

Sheriff? There's blood everywhere.

Seat's all sawed up. Somebody died out here.

All right, stay where you are, Marvin. I will get back at you.

Roger that.

- Hey. - They find her?

We will.

- Got you a shirt here. - Thanks.

At least it's clean.

I should have never brought them here.

Look, this town ain't much, but we take care of our own here.

He will be a sack of meat scraps by dawn.

You can count on it.

Carl.

- Take your time. - Okay.

Sheriff Hooper? This is Heather.

Hi.

You the girl that guy was chasing?

Yeah.

He killed my friends, but Nikki...

She was still alive after the crash.

Yeah, we're on it, but there was no one at the site.

No, she was there. I left her there. He must have moved them.

Do you know who he is?

No. He was in the house, he was...

- What house? - The Carson Estate.

My grandmother left it to me. Verna Carson.

We just got here a few hours ago.

I am a Sawyer, if that's your next question.

Sheriff, I dug through the evidence room.

Pulled out what we had on Verna Carson.

Also pulled a big file on the Sawyers.

You get a good look at him?

He was wearing a face.

A mask?

A human face.

Carl, we're a little short-handed.

I am going to need you out on the street. Get going.

Sheriff, the mayor just got here.

He's looking for you.

Thanks.

Take a seat. I will be back in a minute.

Some fucking crazy just tore up the carnival.

I need to know what the police are going to do about it.

My office.

I think it may be Jed.

Jed Sawyer?

No way.

We burned that place to the ground years ago, Hooper.

You were there. No one escaped.

Well, maybe he crawled out through the back. I don't know.

You telling me he's been holed up all these years

and now he's running around on the loose?

I am telling you a 6'5 man

came out of Verna Carson's house wearing a skin mask and wielding that.

Sheriff?

I am at the Carson place.

Gate's busted open.

There's a broken side mirror that looks like it matches the van.

Marvin, I told you to stay at the van.

Now, that's an order. Do you copy?

Hell, no. That's not how we play this.

There's a blood trail on the pavement.

Sheriff, no disrespect, but I think I need to move on this.

That's not your call, Officer.

Marvin. This is Mayor Hartman. You got your Eagle?

You know it, with an extended clip.

Just looking for a reason, sir.

Then what the hell are you waiting for?

Marvin, stand down.

Now, we believe Jed Sawyer may be alive.

And he may be in that house.

Copy that, sir, but a chainsaw don't make you bulletproof.

Door's wide open.

This is a mistake.

Now, stop it now before you get him hurt.

- It's hot pursuit, Hooper. - I am going in.

Police.

Yeah.

- Give me a visual. - You got it.

Moving.

This is on you, Burt.

Eye for an eye, Sheriff.

Can't get around the Good Book.

Entering the kitchen.

Proceed.

What the hell?

Following the blood.

Jesus.

You seeing this?

Shit.

Looks like it leads to this door.

Push it open.

What the hell is this?

Proceed, Officer.

I don't know about this, Burt.

God damn it. Do I got to come down there and hold your hand?

So, where are you now?

I am in the wine cellar.

There's an opening to some kind of...

I don't know.

Going through.

Looks like some kind of crazy catacomb.

Still following the blood.

Getting a bad feeling here.

Jesus Christ. What is this?

It's a haven?

Dresses.

High heels.

Little farm toys.

Bones.

Man.

Ladies makeup? What a fruitcake.

This is the most disturbing place

that I have ever been.

What's that to your left?

It's a door.

Marvin, keep your hands on that gun.

My fucking God.

How many?

You tell me.

What fucking human does that?

Shit, this is fucked up.

What's in there?

What's in the freezer?

Be careful, Marvin.

Oh.

Shit.

It's okay. It's okay. Didn't happen.

Marvin. You get the hell out of there right now.

That sick fuck will be back out there tonight.

We rally the boys,

we torch that place to the ground.

End this. Finish what we started years ago.

Not this time. Not on my watch.

- What happened that day was a travesty. - It was justice.

I want to see the Sawyer girl.

She's a victim, Burt. She hasn't done anything.

She's breathing, ain't she?

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, Burt.

You have no idea.

Nothing better happen to that girl, Burt.

- Hello, Farnsworth here. - Hi. This is Heather Miller.

My friends have all been killed.

I just found out about August 19th.

How could you leave us alone in that house?

Okay. Where are you?

I am at the bank on Main Street.

Uh, meet me at Johnny B. Red's.

It's a bar about a quarter mile,

east on Fifth and Main.

I will be there in 20 minutes.

I want your Halloween candy.

Come on and party with us.

Why didn't you warn me?

All my friends are dead.

My family was wiped out by this crazy town.

- Did you read Verna's letter? - No.

Well, I asked you to, right?

Verna was very particular. I am sure she laid it all out.

But you knew about him.

You knew about this town. You knew everything.

Oh, okay.

Okay, so who is he?

Well, the person in the basement

is Jedidiah Sawyer.

Goes by Jed.

He's your cousin.

For years I suspected something,

but I never knew for sure about Jed until about 4 months ago when Verna,

who was very sick, presented him to me.

A grown man, huge, but mentally stunted.

With emotions of an 8-year-old.

Frankly, he scared the shit out of me.

Why'd she keep him?

Nobody loves you like your family, I guess.

She preserved you, too.

She investigated everyone who was involved with the...

August 19th.

Found you right away.

And she let me live with those people?

You were safer there.

And she knew there would always come a day.

Jed knows about you, too.

That was some welcome.

He doesn't know who you are.

And the last time a girl got away, Jed lost his whole family.

So, he will stay after you. He doesn't know any better.

Burt Hartman, too.

After reading that police file,

you know this town's dirty little secret.

- Burt. Burt. - Yeah.

Let me through.

Let's go. I am getting you out of here.

- Move. - Hey.

- Out of my way. - What's your problem?

Use the back door. Yeah, take it.

Burt.

I got her, Burt.

She's right here.

You going somewhere, precious?

Huh?

Oh.

She cut me. Burt.

That little bitch.

She won't get far, that's for sure.

Come on. Get up now.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

What's going on?

Burt Hartman and his guys,

they beat up my lawyer at the bar.

And they're after me.

Okay, come on. Let's give you a ride.

We have to stop at the bar. We have to go back.

Okay.

There he is. That's Farnsworth.

That's the place. Stop the car.

Stop the car.

That's the bar. Stop.

Let me out. What are you doing?

Stop the fucking car.

What are you doing?

Yep?

Sawyer girl's loose. She's headed towards town.

Yeah, yeah. I got her. She's in the back.

What do you want me to do with her?

Tell you what, take her up to the slaughterhouse and hold her.

I am dealing with Ollie. She sliced him good.

Just give me a few minutes.

Okay.

You got it, Dad.

That's your fucking dad?

Fucking stop the car.

Let me out.

Open the door, you liar.

Okay, Marvin, do you copy?

We have the girl from the Carson house.

Come on, Marvin, pick up.

Are you there? Come on, Marvin.

That you, Marvin? If you can hear me,

then meet us out at the slaughterhouse.

Sheriff, I represent Verna Carson's estate and her granddaughter, Heather.

I know who she is.

Well, at this very moment, she's in the back of

one of your police cars against her will heading out of town, out past Johnny B. Red's.

All right, come with me.

She's headed out Highway 28.

There's nothing out there.

Oh, shit. I know where he's headed.

You know,

I thought you were pretty cute.

So you're a Hartman, huh?

Yep.

Whoa.

I am a Sawyer.

Please stop.

Quit it.

Don't tempt me.

You should feel right at home in this nasty place.

Your family used to work this shithole.

We will take it from here. No place for a cop, son.

It's me.

It's Heather.

It's your cousin.

It's me. I am Heather.

Please, it's Heather.

Come here. You remember me?

Come on, Ollie. Let's feed his ass to the shark.

- Move. - Hit him, Burt.

Come here. Move your big ass.

Get up there.

You about to die, motherfucker.

Just like your gammy, your sick cousins and your damn horrible brother.

Get down. Move.

I am going to end the whole Sawyer bloodline tonight.

You and your pretty bitch cousin.

Atta boy, Burt. Hit him again.

Motherfucker, you're about to die, boy.

Son of a bitch.

- Go get that chain, Ollie. - All right. I will get it, Burt.

Grotesque excuse for a man.

You're not going to get off that easy, boy.

I am going to enjoy this shit, you hear me?

- Hurry up, Ollie. - I got it.

Give me that.

You're about to get chewed up like a fucking cow.

Fit for a pig meal, is what you will be.

Turn it on, Ollie and fire it up. Let's go.

All right, Burt. I am on it.

Bet your ass, boy.

I am going to enjoy watching you get chewed up.

You son of a bitch.

This is my town, you fucking cockroach.

She rolling, Burt.

Out of all you Sawyers, all you sick fucks, the only one that gets out of the fire...

is a fucking retard?

How the fuck did that happen?

You remember me?

You got 9 lives? Are you a cat?

You came back. But you're going to die today,

you motherfucker, just like your daddy.

Your day has come.

Hey.

- Fucker. - Hey.

Hey.

Oh-ho.

Look who's back.

That's right.

Do your thing, coz.

You cockroach.

Bitch, you're dead now.

I will fuck you up, you hear me? You piece of fucking trash.

Oh, thank God, Hooper.

Shoot him.

Come on, shoot him. Shoot him.

Don't shoot.

Hooper. Take him out.

Shoot the fuck. Kill him.

Pull the trigger, you weak son of a bitch.

He's going to kill me.

- Oh, God. - Don't shoot him.

Hooper. Finish what we started.

Can't get around the Good Book, Burt.

Clean this shit up.

Dearest Granddaughter.

This home and all it comes with, is now yours.

Just know that these gifts come with certain burdens.

Your real name is Edith Rose Sawyer.

Farnsworth was instructed to give you a set of keys to the manor.

The large key opens the fortified door to the wine cellar.

There you will discover a metal door.

Behind it lives your cousin,

Jedidiah Sawyer,

your only remaining blood relative.

He's family-bound and will protect you.

He simply requires your care in return.

Edith, you are the last of my line of Sawyer.

My blood runs through you.

The decision to stay is yours.

Just remember, you're a Sawyer

and this is home.

Now, it's your time.

Now remember, you tell her that you love her.

For this kind of money, I almost do.