Original subtitles

(mellow country music)

♪ Well, life has nearly killed me ♪

♪ And my mind has put me on the edge ♪

(phone ringing)

♪ Life has nearly killed me ♪

♪ And my mind has put me on the edge ♪

- [Maria] Darlene.

(Darlene groaning)

Darlene Whitfield, and I mean now.

- [Darlene] What?

- [Maria] It's Adele.

Sheriff Wopuzer did not come back from her last call.

(dramatic music)

- Goddammit.

My shift doesn't even start until 7:00.

- It's 9:00, you lazy shit.

- Fuck.

- Oh, my God, brush your teeth.

Your breath smells like cock.

(Darlene laughs)

- You'd know.

If you had that amount of sticking outta you

as you did going in, you'd look like a Goddamn porcupine.

- Whore.

(Darlene laughs)

- Really?

That's the best you got?

No wonder dad cheats.

I gotta take this call now, bye-bye.

♪ Well, my cup is nearly empty ♪

♪ I got such a long, long, long way to go ♪

♪ My cup is nearly empty ♪

♪ Got such a, such a long ♪

♪ Long way to go ♪ - Mrs. Whitfield.

- [Maria] Mm-hmm.

- So do you guys have anything planned for tomorrow?

Darlene's birth-

- Bye.

♪ Or I could take another step down that lonesome road ♪

- Mrs. Whitfield.

(lips smacking)

(pot clanking)

♪ This valley is much too deep ♪

♪ Mountain's so very high ♪

♪ I gotta lay down here ♪ - Mm.

♪ And rest, or I can ♪

(Maria sipping)

♪ Take another step down ♪

(footsteps plodding)

♪ This lonesome road ♪

♪ Well, my cup is nearly empty ♪ (door squeaking)

♪ I got such a long, long, long way to go ♪

(footsteps plodding)

- Deputy Whitfield.

- Mayor Whitfield.

- That Dan I saw leaving?

- Yes, sir.

- You been spending a lot of time with that boy.

What happened to Charlie Wainwright?

- Charlie Wainwright?

That boy's pecker has been on and in every damn thing

in Hunter's Ridge, Big Bear, and Cutter's Creek combined.

I ain't just talking about girls.

I think I saw him dunking his dong

in mom's coffee this morning.

(Marion laughs)

(cup clanking)

- Speaking of your mom,

I heard your conversation this morning.

- Yeah, well she started it.

She said that you-

- It ain't my concern. (suspenseful music)

You brought my name into your conversation.

When you sully my name, even in jest,

you've still sullied my name,

and my name is my name.

You understand?

- Yes, sir.

It won't happened again, sir.

- Adele gave us a shout this morning, 6:00 AM,

said Sheriff Wopuzer went

out to the old Talbert house last night.

He never came back.

- Yep. (suspenseful music continues)

- Her husband Mac's been a big supporter of mine

throughout the years, and It'd be a shame

if something happened to her in a Whitfield's town.

Things could get pretty interesting for me.

You understand?

- Yes, sir. (laughs)

(Marion laughs)

- All right.

(footsteps plodding)

(gate squeaking)

(gate clattering) (suspenseful music continues)

(engine revving)

(static hissing) - [Adele] Darlene.

- Mm-mm.

- [Adele] Darlene. (static hissing)

Darlene Whitfield. - Oh, Goddammit.

(radio beeps)

Yes, Adele.

(radio beeps) (static hissing)

- [Adele] You made it out to the old Talbert house yet?

(static hissing)

(radio beeps)

- Yes, Adele, I just pulled up out front,

(radio beeps) you annoying bitch.

(door clattering)

(Darlene grunting)

Fucking one of those days.

(door clattering)

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music)

(jacket rustling)

(leaves crunching) (suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

Hello.

Sheriff's Department.

(suspenseful music continues)

This is Deputy Darlene Whitfield,

Cutter's Creek Sheriff's Department.

(door clattering)

Fuck that shit.

(AC clattering) (Darlene whimpering)

(AC humming)

(dramatic music) (gunshot blasting)

Put your hands up.

Put your hands in the air now, fucker.

Who are you?

- We gotta get here right now.

- What the hell happened here?

- The axeman.

- The axeman?

(door clattering)

(gunshots blasting) (dramatic music continues)

- Son of a bitch.

- I think we're gonna need a bigger gun.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues) (birds chirping)

♪ To be a child ♪ ♪ To be a child ♪

♪ Oh, God, each day ♪ ♪ Oh, God, each day ♪

♪ My life must shine ♪ ♪ My life must shine ♪

♪ Along the way ♪ ♪ Along the way ♪

♪ I'll sing his prayers ♪ ♪ I'll sing his prayers ♪

♪ My ages roll ♪ ♪ My ages roll ♪

♪ And try to help ♪ ♪ My life must shine ♪

♪ Some troubled soul ♪ ♪ Some troubled soul ♪

♪ A few more days ♪ ♪ A few more days ♪

- Good Lord is testing us today, I tell ya.

It is, it is just hotter

than the devil's behind on Judgment Day.

- Irma Jean Manly, the Lord does not allow

for making light of the devil's work.

It allows for the gestation of sin.

Romans 6:23, "The wages of sin is death,

but the free gift of God is eternal life."

- Amen. - In Jesus Christ,

our Lord, amen.

- These motherfuckers, I swear to God.

- How much further, Maureen?

- We just crossed Hunter's Ridge,

and your camp shouldn't be too far off.

- Oh, golly, that's what I'm talking about.

Then, it's nothing

but fishing- - Mm.

- worshiping the Lord's wonders,

and, mm, good, old-fashioned, home-cooked meals.

- Jim Ed, you get good, old-fashioned,

home-cooked meals every night from Fanny Rae.

(Jim Ed laughing)

- Now- - Yes.

- you know what I mean, hon.

God knows I love your cooking.

I do, but one meal

from Crimson Cross Christian Couples Camp,

and you won't think of breakfast the same way again.

(Jim Ed laughing) - Oh, I, I hope not.

- You keep making light of my cooking the way you do,

you won't be able to think about nothing-

- Oh. - ever again.

- Oh, Fannie Rae.

- Careful, Jim Ed, you gonna end up in the dog house.

(suspenseful music)

(birds squawking)

- Please, help me.

- Sweet, merciful Jesus.

(suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

- The fuck?

(gun clanking)

(gunshot blasting)

- Good Lord.

- Was that a gunshot?

(gun clanking)

- There, there.

- Whoa. (ax whooshing)

- No.

(fist thudding)

(body thudding)

No, no.

(axeman grunting) (dramatic music continues)

(Darren gasping)

- I'm not done with you.

(fist thudding)

(body thudding)

(gunshots blasting)

(birds chirping)

- Gunshot came from the west.

We head east and cut through Cordova Peak.

We should make the retreat by 3:00 with her.

- Yeah, what she said.

- 3:00?

Look at her.

We are gonna get her

to the nearest place we can and seek help.

- That's not my job.

- Well, it's ours.

- Look, Mr. Manly, you don't know

what's out there or who.

This is Cutter's Creek.

- Did you say Cutter's Creek.

- Oh, great, another reason to go

in any direction that ain't towards goldarn gunshots.

- (sighs) Jim Ed, watch your language.

- Well, I'm sorry. Fannie Rae, but this here's malarkey.

- David's right.

We will, we will march with the trumpets of Jericho

around this city to get this girl the help she needs

even if it's towards that gunshot.

This girl is in grievous need of the gentle arms

and loving embrace of God.

- Yeah, and you will be too if you head in that direction.

(Fanny Rae sighs)

- Only if you're sure.

- I am.

- [Jim Ed] God gave us more sense

than to walk towards gunshots. (suspenseful music)

- I knew today was gonna be a shit day,

fucking phoning in here.

Nothing ever happens in this shitty piece of shit town.

Why the fuck does- - Hey, can you, uh-

- this have to happen to me?

- Can you hold on for a second?

- Nothing happens

in this town. - Hey.

Can you hold- - I wake up.

- for a second- - It's just-

- Like two seconds? - a shit fucking day.

- [Darren] Hey, can you hold up for a second?

- What for?

- Look, I can't, I can't.

I gotta take a stop for a second.

(Darren groaning)

I gotta stop for a second, this shit.

- Let me check. Come on.

Come on. Move your hand.

Stop being a little bitch.

Let me check.

- All right.

Ow, shit.

- Broke your ribs.

How many, how bad, I can't tell.

Can you breathe deep?

(Darren inhaling)

- Nah.

- All right, well, couple more miles to my papa's cabin.

Call Dr. Blaine.

He'll fix you up.

(footsteps plodding)

- Hey, what the fuck is that? (suspenseful music)

- Okay,

who's the rocket surgeon that's gonna go up there

on that there porch and give that door a knock?

(suspenseful music continues)

- Fine.

(leaves crunching)

(latch clicking)

Hello?

(suspenseful music continues)

Hello?

Anyone home?

(suspenseful music continues)

Ah, shit biscuits, (dramatic music)

you scared the snot outta me.

- Anyone?

(David gasping)

- Just bring her inside.

I can deal with the owners when they get back.

- Doubt that, but sure.

- I'm gonna look for some supplies.

I'll bandage her up as best as I can.

Why don't you bareback it to town and get some help?

- Bareback it?

You mean double-back?

- Sorry, yeah.

- Sure, you have no idea how fast I want out of this place.

- Y'all, are we really going inside that house?

- Yes, we are.

- Irma Jean, I'm about this close

to putting my foot down here.

- Really?

And then what?

- Come on, y'all.

Let's get her inside.

Soul needs saving.

- I'm gonna head back down to town and get help.

I'll send 'em back as soon as I can.

- You take your time and be careful.

I will be praying for you.

- Sure thing.

(footsteps plodding)

(suspenseful music)

Jesus-loving shitheads.

(Darlene groaning)

- About damn time.

(door clattering)

- Marion.

(footsteps plodding)

- [Marion] What is it?

What happened?

- Axeman at Cutter's Creek what happened.

- No, that's not possible.

That's just a local legend.

- Yeah, how 'bout you tell that to Sheriff Wopuzer.

Oh, that might be kinda hard unless you speak dead.

- Wopuzer's dead? (footsteps plodding)

- What's part of that did you not understand?

(drawers clattering)

- So what exactly are you gonna do about it?

- I'm gonna call anyone and everyone

in this Goddamn county that kicks ass.

This motherfucking twat tickler thinks that he can take

a shit on my front lawn and walk it in?

I'm gonna tear open son of a bitch's head,

shit down his throat.

(flashlight clanging)

- My goodness. (suspenseful music continues)

(air whooshing) (Tammy groaning)

(Tammy gasping) (dramatic music)

(flesh squelching)

(Tammy laughing)

- [Liz] Tammy, you up?

- Liz?

Liz? (suspenseful music)

Liz?

(dramatic music)

(Tammy screaming)

(hand smacking) - Daddy dickwater.

Mm, that, that hurt.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

I, I didn't mean to.

Where did you get this?

- From that bag over there.

Fits you like it's yours.

Now, this where you and your friends were staying?

- No, no.

No, what did you do?

We have to get out of here right now.

- You, you need to calm yourself, young lady.

- You don't understand.

- No, no, you don't understand.

Now, I have been through heck to get you back here

and nurse up, and so you're just gonna simmer down.

All right, so what's your name?

- It's Tammy.

- Well, see that's good.

You look like a Tammy.

Now, I'm Dr. David Manly.

So tell me, Tammy, what happened here?

What happened to you?

And where is everybody?

- Dead. (suspenseful music continues)

And you will be, too, if we don't get out of here right now.

(suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

(Maureen gasps)

(twig snapping)

- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,

shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

(footsteps plodding) (Maureen gasping)

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

This sucks, oh, shit.

(branch cracking) (Maureen grunting)

(Maureen groaning)

Ah, come on.

Oh, this is so fucking cliched.

(Maureen groaning)

Goddammit.

Goddammit.

(Maureen breathing heavily)

Goddammit.

Okay.

I'm not gonna be that bitch.

(Maureen groaning)

Goddammit, I didn't even wanna come out here anyway.

(Maureen breathing heavily)

(dramatic music) (Maureen screaming)

(axeman grunting)

(blood squelching) (dramatic music continues)

- [Jim Ed] I don't know what goes

through that head of yours no more, Irma Jean, I swear.

- Jim Ed, language.

- Oh, cut the cheese, Fanny Rae.

We've been running around.

We've been running around Cutter's Creek

chasing gunshots and God knows what

when we should be doing

what we came all the way out here to do.

- Jim Ed, honey, just follow me if you can.

Now, the world knows David Manly can't swim,

so taking him out boating was the best excuse at the time

for doing what Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior,

gave us the intestinal fortitude to do.

Now, maybe everyone believes us.

Maybe they don't, but here in the middle

of infamous Cutter's Creek, we got, uh,

you know, hillbilly hick Maureen,

some half-naked heathen, running around telling everybody

that the axeman is real,

and it killed all their little sinner friends.

Whatever we do to him,

those two gals will sell the story

better than we ever could.

- We're doing it?

- Oh, yes, by God, we are doing it.

Tonight, we bury that blaspheming heathen

for turning God's children away from our Lord

and into the arms of the devil's science.

And we collect a little bit

of insurance money in the process.

- Yeah, don't nobody need none of that psychomolology.

- Psychology, dear.

- Whatever.

Don't nobody need none of that nonsense no how,

just a little bit of God's good grace is all.

- [Jim Ed, Irma Jean, and Fannie Rae] And that prophet

or dreamer of dreams shall be put to death.

For he has spoken to turn you

away from the Lord your God.

Amen. - [Jim Ed] Hallelujah.

(suspenseful music continues)

- What is that.

- Dear sweet Jesus. (door clattering)

- Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Mike, Mike, you left.

You go to the right.

Come on, come on, Shank.

(footsteps plodding)

(hand knocking) (suspenseful music continues)

(door clattering)

- Hi.

- Is this your cabin?

If this is your cabin, we're sorry for intruding,

but the good Lord had us stop in for a moment.

(fist thudding) (Jim Ed grunting)

- We'll see how good your Lord is.

(dramatic music)

(gun clanking)

- Hi, I'm Sunshine, and those are my friends.

This is Shank, Breaker, 8-Ball.

- Don't fucking look at me.

- Guys, please.

(Breaker laughing) (suspenseful music)

Now, do either of you know where Vale is?

- No.

- Denise?

- No. - Paulie?

- No, no - No.

- Is there anybody else here with you?

- No. - Liar,

there is a guy upstairs, David, my husband, and some girl.

(footsteps plodding) (suspenseful music continues)

- Where's the- - My turtleneck.

- Where's the girl?

- Uh, it was a gift.

- Come on. (David grunting)

(suspenseful music continues)

- What?

I, I, I'm not dying for that sinning sack of shit.

(latch clicking)

(suspenseful music continues)

- So?

- No Vale, Paulie, or Denise.

- [Bird] What about them?

- Wrong place, wrong time.

- We sure?

- Mm-hmm.

(fingers snapping)

(lips smacking)

- All right.

Which one?

(Sunshine humming) (suspenseful music continues)

Him.

- What?

(gun clanking) Dadgummit.

(gunshot blasting)

(Fannie Rae screaming) (body thudding)

- [8-Ball] Come on.

(David grunting) (body thudding)

(David grunting)

(suspenseful music continues)

(feet thudding)

(thieves chattering indistinctly)

(suspenseful music)

(Tammy whimpering)

- Ever heard of Russian roulette?

(Bird speaking Spanish)

(gun thudding)

Now, I play this game a little differently than most.

(Irma Jean whimpering)

Instead of putting the gun to your own head,

you're gonna set aim at each other.

Take turns pulling the trigger on the count of three

until the two of you become the one of you.

- (sobbing) No, please.

Please don't make me do this.

- If you fail to pull the trigger,

our boys and girls will pull theirs.

Both guns might be loaded, maybe only one.

Who knows? (laughing)

- I, I, I can't.

I can't. (gun clanking)

- Come on Irma.

- Fannie Rae.

- [Fannie Rae] Come on, Irma.

- What are you doing?

- [Fannie Rae] Come on.

- Now, on the count of three, (Irma Jean whimpering)

squeeze the trigger, or we'll squeeze ours.

(gun clanking)

- You bitch.

(Irma Jean grunting) (gun thudding)

(both grunting) (dramatic music continues)

(gunshot blasting)

- Oh.

- Oh, shit.

- [Mondez] (laughing) Oh, shit.

Motherfucker. (laughing)

(Irma Jean sobbing)

(Darren sighs)

- Stacy?

Viv?

Tammy?

Just us?

Where is she, that officer?

- I don't know.

She's back there calling everybody she knows in this town.

I think they're heading back to the cabin.

- And us?

- Us, we're going home, Liz.

- [Liz] He killed all of our friends, Darren, Viv, Tammy.

- Look, you don't have to tell me like I don't already know.

I'm the one that had to tangle with this motherfucker twice.

He took the only woman I cared about.

- Killed, Darren.

He didn't take her.

He killed her.

And if you could swallow that shit and still turn coat,

I guess Vivian was right about you anyway.

You're a pussy.

Tammy's twice the man you are.

- You know what?

You're angry.

And I get that.

I'm angry, too.

But we're the only two left,

and I intend on keeping it that way.

So you can call me any kind of name you want to from here

on back to LA, but it just means

I did my job and that you're safe.

(Liz sighs)

(Darren grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(knife rasping) (dramatic music)

- Have a seat, hon.

Now, she may feel a little dizziness, a little nausea.

She comes out of it.

Just let me know if you guys need anything.

- Look, we don't know anything

about this Vale or this Kesha woman,

so why can't you just let us go?

- Well, because we're most likely gonna have

to kill you, silly. (laughs)

- Okay.

Irma Jean.

I, I'm so sorry.

- Don't you dare touch me, you coward.

You sat there and pissed your pants

while our friend was getting killed.

- You killed her.

- Oh, that is so not the point.

- And you were planning on killing me.

Don't you try to deny it.

- Oh, bless your heart, David.

I wasn't gonna deny it.

You lead people away from God through science and lies.

You're lucky killing you was all we were gonna do.

Now, Jim Ed, Jim Ed wanted to castrate you,

make you eat your own tallywhacker. (laughs)

But we will finish this later. (suspenseful music)

I promise you.

God is watching

Now, if you don't mind, I go back to pretending I'm crazy,

but I'll have a talk to you later.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Pretending?

- [Bird] We had our guy

on the inside plant trackers in each bag.

- At the bank?

No way you're getting a ping from LA out here.

(Bird laughs)

(chain clanging) (suspenseful music continues)

- All right, over there.

- Yes, they've been pinging each bag.

- How'd you manage that?

- Just know that we did

and that it will lead us to the money.

(bullet clanging)

(bullets clanking) (suspenseful music continues)

- This is it?

- All I could round up without calling Big Bear.

- Um, Adele said you ain't deputizing me.

- Don't need to be deputized to take this boy and this girl

back home to Los Angeles.

- (scoffs) Don't stick me with the short bus kids, Darlene.

Please, I want a piece of the axeman, too.

- I want men that kick ass and not kiss it.

You're soft as baby shit, Dan.

Don't take it personally, hon.

You are.

Now, please do as I say.

Take these good people back home.

- I'm not going.

- Liz. - Save it.

- I cannot let you-

- I'm not asking you.

- Good enough for me, deputized.

- [Dan] Seriously?

(hands thudding)

- You seen my daddy, hmm?

Y'all know my daddy.

Y'all know me.

And we ain't never been much for jaw-jacking.

Sure as hell ain't gonna start now.

My daddy, before he was mayor, sheriff of this county,

and he put down the real axeman like the dog he was.

Well, now some cunt blister wanders his shitty ass

into my motherfucking town, killing our Sheriff Wopuzer,

killing these poor kids' friends,

claiming that he's the axeman?

Well, okay.

Let's show this shit-eating, piece of shit

what we do to axemen in Cutter's Creek.

Adele.

- [Adele] Yes ma'am.

- Pack my Winchester.

- Darlene, I am begging you.

Please call this off.

You're about to destroy everything

that your father has worked so hard to build.

There was never an axeman.

There never was.

It's always been your father.

- Lay off the booze, mom. (scoffs)

- He was losing the mayoral race to Big Roy O'Bannon.

He used an unsolved murder to create that legend.

He used that as his platform to capitalize

on this town's blood lust.

- There were so many murders.

They were connected.

I've seen the files.

Speak.

Everyone else?

There was a truckload of dead bodies before they caught him.

- Detective Polk Talbert was getting very, very close.

We had to create clues,

clues that would point to the axeman.

- To O'Bannon, you mean,

your fall guy, your patsy.

- Darlene, I'm begging you.

Your father's name- - His name?

This is his name, his reputation?

Won't be mine.

- [Maria] Darlene, I'm begging you.

Don't- - Adele.

- [Adele] Yes, ma'am.

- Fuck the Winchester.

Pack my Mossberg.

- Darlene, I'm begging you.

Please call this off.

- That wasn't my pa out there.

Don't mean I ain't gonna do what I gotta do.

He's fucking with my name now.

Let's ride.

(footsteps plodding)

(door squeaking)

(footsteps plodding)

(suspenseful music) (birds chirping)

- [Bird] Mondez.

Ah, you're right on top of it.

- Well, I don't see shit.

You see anything?

- See what you see.

- Fuck.

- Gimme that shit, you simple motherfucker.

Three tours in Afghanistan,

and caught that fucking dune coon Hussein,

and put a .223 through bin Laden's eye socket in one shot,

and Bird's got me fucking following

your stupid slow ass around, shit.

- Fuck you.

Bitch, I almost graduated.

(hand thudding)

- [Dungie] It's over there, genius.

Come on.

(twig snapping)

(birds chirping)

- We're moving in on it now.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(ax thudding) (blood squelching)

(zipper whizzing)

- That the most beautiful shit you've ever seen?

(ax thudding) Vince?

Oh, shit.

(ax whooshing and thudding)

- What's happening?

Somebody tell me what's happening.

Mondez, Dungie.

- A moment alone, please.

- Sure thing, daddy.

- I never thought you would take it this far.

- No?

- Look, Bird, you know everything that I do,

(laughs) and I know that

because I'm the one that told you.

You're really close to finding your money.

You win.

Game over.

- Where's Vale?

- [Kesha] I don't know.

- Tell me where he is.

- Bird, seriously, I don't know.

What else do I have to do to prove to you

that I'm not trying to fuck you?

(Bird laughs)

- You double-crossed your own brother and your entire crew,

going so far as to place GPS trackers in their bags.

You fuck people over, Kesha.

It's what you do, but despite popular belief,

my tight little asshole is exit only.

- So you gonna take these cuffs off me or what?

- Or what.

- Why?

You're not afraid of me, are you?

- Not now, and I like that feeling.

- Most men find it hard to say no to me.

- Most men are morons.

Yes, Vincent?

- Uh, it's Mondez.

He picked up the first bag,

but we lost communication with him.

- Is Vale really your brother?

- Half.

- Great, well, since you've been such a great help,

when I find him, I'll only kill the other half.

(footsteps plodding)

And then nothing else?

You lost the signal?

- We didn't lose the signal, Bird.

We lost them.

Their screams, man.

- Hey, hey, breathe.

It's all right.

I'm here now.

Sunshine.

A water for Vincent.

- Sure thing, daddy.

- Mondez, Shank.

(glass thudding)

- Thank you, Sunshine.

- You two play nice.

Sunshine, please.

Thank you.

- What can I get you?

(David exhales) (suspenseful music)

- About to ask you the same thing.

- Just go back to your wife, David.

- You could do better than this,

better than what you're doing with him.

You are better than this.

- You don't know that.

And you don't know me.

- Well, I know there's goodness in you.

- Goodness? (laughing)

You know, you really had me going there for a second,

but I suggest you leave now

while your insides are still where they should be.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Okay, sure.

(Sunshine laughs)

But I'm still here.

If you need someone to talk to, let me know.

(suspenseful music continues) (birds chirping)

- [GPS] Your destination is 500 meters away.

Turn right.

- Look at this shit.

Look at this shit. (breathing heavily)

(twig snapping)

Mondez.

Mondez, is that you?

(twig snapping)

You got the other bag?

I don't usually get all dramatic and say cliched shit

like come out on the count three, and I ain't gonna start.

- Okay, okay.

- Who the fuck are you?

(laughing) What is up with your face?

- No, no, no, no, no.

(dramatic music)

- What?

(knife clanging)

(Tammy screaming)

(dramatic music continues)

(gunshots blasting) (Tammy screaming)

(footsteps plodding)

(Dan sighing)

- Hey, slick, I'm gonna head out front

to start up the truck.

Get whatever you got and put lefty in front of righty.

- All right, cool.

- Hey, cool, fucker.

(door clattering)

(Darren grunting) (footsteps plodding)

(birds chirping)

(Darren exhales)

(suspenseful music)

- Um, look, we're about to head out.

I just wanted to come up here and say thank you for-

- No problem.

- Hey, are you okay?

Mrs. Whitfield.

- Mrs. Whitfield is dead.

(footsteps plodding)

(feet shuffling)

(footsteps plodding) (keys jangling)

- [Darren] But I, Mrs. Whitfield can't be dead

because I'm talking to Mrs. Whitfield, right?

- Marisol Whitfield, Marion's first wife.

That's why all this is happening.

It's why he wants us all dead.

- What are you talking about?

- Murders in a small town,

they don't ever really go unsolved unless you want them to.

Bernice Walker, 45 years old,

happily married librarian from Cutter's Creek

found diced, and chunked, and left in a mangled mess pile

of meat in the middle of her kitchen

for her husband, Hank, to find,

no clues, so we got us

a big-city detective from Big Bear to help us out.

Problem was, he always had a thing for the sheriff's wife,

Marisol, Sheriff Whitfield's wife.

- What did Whitfield do?

- They got what was coming to 'em.

You can't just take a man's wife and son

and expect everything to be fine.

This ain't no Norman Rockwell.

(dramatic music) (air whooshing)

He did to that woman and her son

(air whooshing)

what he did to so many others.

Polk Talbert.

He came home to find them,

(laughing) pieces of them anyway.

- And then he ran into the woods screaming

that he found the axeman, that he was inside him,

that he was inside us all.

That's the way the story goes, right?

- That's the legend. (suspenseful music continues)

But the truth is, he grabbed his son, Bill.

He grabbed Marion's son, Bill, (air whooshing)

and he disappeared into the night like the thief

and the coward that he was.

And the only thing he left was a note.

- And what did the note say?

- 30 years.

And that was 30 years ago tonight.

(suspenseful music continues) (birds chirping)

(twig snapping)

- Hello, who's there?

Is that you, assman? (laughs)

(dramatic music)

(Dan screaming)

(axeman grunting) (door slamming)

(Dan grunting) (dramatic music continues)

(ax thudding) (Dan screaming)

Ah, no, please.

This shit's not cool, man.

It's not cool.

(Dan screaming)

(ax thudding) (blood squelching)

(Dan screaming)

The fuck?

(Polk grunting)

(ax thudding) (dramatic music continues)

(blood squelching) (ax thudding)

(Dan screaming) (dramatic music continues)

(Dan gasping)

Not cool, dude.

(Dan coughing)

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music)

- Dan?

Sorry.

(dramatic music) (Maria and Darren screaming)

(Darren grunting) (door slamming)

- Come on, go.

(footsteps plodding) (suspenseful music)

- Help me.

Help, help me.

(sobbing) Help me.

I didn't steal anything.

- There's nothing behind you but ass.

(Tammy whimpering)

- Help me.

- [Vincent] You're okay, you're okay.

- No. - Hey, hey, come on.

- I'm not okay.

He's behind me. - Just get up.

- He's- - You're fine.

- He's coming. - Just get up.

- Who the hell is that?

- Come on. Come on.

I want you to calm down. (dramatic music)

Calm down.

- I- - Get up.

(sword slicing) (Vincent screaming)

- Vincent.

(sword slicing) (Bill grunting)

(gun clanking)

(gunshot blasting)

- Mrs. Whitfield. - What?

- [Darren] Come back.

He's not inside.

He's outside.

- Where?

(chainsaw buzzing) (Maria whimpering)

Polk Talbert.

(chainsaw buzzing) (dramatic music continues)

(Maria whimpering)

(chainsaw buzzing) (bones cracking)

(Maria screaming) (chainsaw buzzing)

(Darren grunting)

- I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Just help me up.

(dramatic music continues)

(Darren gasping)

- I'm so sorry, Vinnie.

I'm gonna make him pay.

I swear to God I'm gonna make him pay.

- Daddy, get up now.

(Sunshine sighs)

(footsteps plodding)

(birds squawking and chirping)

- Where is he? (suspenseful music)

Where is he?

Man up.

You come back wearing that motherfucker's asshole

as a cummerbund, or you don't come back at all.

Move out.

Come on. (suspenseful music continues)

Another fucking pain-in-my-ass type of day.

(footsteps plodding)

- Liz?

No, don't.

You're not real.

My sunshine who's touch is gone.

(Tammy whimpering)

(Tammy sobbing)

- Okay, get the fuck inside.

Get him over there.

(floor creaking)

(suspenseful music continues)

You in here alone?

Come on.

(chains clanging)

(hand knocking)

- Go away.

- [David] Sunshine, it's me, David.

- I know.

- Oh.

Honey, I'm sorry. (glasses clanking)

I feel your pain.

I do, but you are much better off.

- Don't.

- Don't what? - Don't do that.

Go back to your wife, David.

- No.

You, you deserve so much more than this life you're living.

You don't even know it.

- You think so?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because

(laughs) you're ungodly beautiful,

a real cutie patootie.

I can tell you're the smart one in the group.

You are warm, and soft,

and kind, and. (suspenseful music)

(knife clanging)

- Go ahead.

Tell me how warm, and sweet, and beautiful, and kind I am.

(body thudding)

I am Satan's whore, you pussy piece of shit.

(hand smacking)

And I only do two things with pussy.

I fuck it, and I eat it.

(Sunshine moaning) (dramatic music)

(panties rustling)

(Sunshine moaning) (dramatic music continues)

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Come and kill me, oh, Satan.

Take him as my gift.

Take him as my gift, as my prize to you.

Take his soul.

Take his body.

He's yours, and I, I am yours, daddy.

Take him. Take him.

Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me.

(Sunshine moaning) (dramatic music continues)

(lips smacking)

Thank you, daddy. (moans)

(chains clanging)

- Can anyone tell me why this girl is handcuffed?

Hey, you.

Fuckhead.

- His name's Bird.

- Bird?

Hey, Bird.

You got a good reason why this woman is in handcuffs?

What fucking sick shit did we walk in on?

(suspenseful music)

- How, how are you still here?

- You, 'cause of you.

- My sunshine.

- My sunshine.

(chains clanging)

(radio beeps)

(static hissing)

- Anybody see anything out there, anyone at all?

(static hissing)

Mac?

(static hissing)

Earl?

(static hissing)

Anybody out there?

- They're all dead, deputy, (static hissing)

just like my guys.

They're all steaming piles of chunked meat.

(static hissing)

- [Irma Jean] Excuse me, I'm just gonna.

(radio beeps)

- Who else we got, Adele?

- Everybody in Cutter's Creek worth having came with us.

We ain't got nobody else.

What?

- What?

What?

What are you looking at?

- I don't know what the fuck is going on with you people.

I don't care.

I'm here to do one thing, one thing only,

and that's put this here size nine

up some pussy fart's hole that calls himself

the axeman of Cutter's Creek.

Now, anyone you got pair of balls

grab something heavy.

Come with me.

Rest of y'all stay inside.

You'll be safe.

We got this whole thing under control.

Come on. (gun clanking)

- [Adele] Sure thing, Darlene.

- Where are you going?

- To end this, that's where.

- Please, Liz, I cannot lose you again.

- You're not gonna lose me.

But I can't let him breathe one more motherfucking breath.

(door clattering)

(dramatic music)

- Motherfucker.

(gun clanking)

(Polk grunting) (foot thudding)

(Liz screaming) (glass shattering)

(gunshots blasting) (Polk grunting)

(Adele screaming)

(blood squelching)

(all screaming) (dramatic music continues)

(Sunshine laughing)

(gun clanking)

(gunshots blasting)

(blood squelching) (Sunshine laughing)

- [Tammy] Hey, wait, wait, you fucking freak.

- What? - You almost got us killed.

- No, I didn't.

I just ran through the door.

Y'all ran through the door.

Don't you, we all ran through the same door, boom, boom.

(dramatic music) (Irma Jean screaming)

(gunshot blasting)

- Get down, get down, no, no, no, no, no.

(gunshots blasting) (Tammy screaming)

(Liz sobbing) (gunshot blasting)

(Irma Jean screaming)

Stay with me.

(both whimpering)

- I, I, love you.

- I love you.

Please, you know you're my sunshine.

- I, I, I know.

- Say it.

- You're my-

(gunshot blasting) - No, no.

(gunshots blasting) No, no, no, no.

(Tammy sobbing) (dramatic music continues)

(screaming) No, no, no, no.

- What the fuck is that?

- [Tammy] No, no, please, no.

- [Polk] Down you go.

(body thudding)

- Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in the green pastures.

- You shut the fuck up before I drop you in your own blood.

(Sunshine laughing)

On your knees, bitches, now.

(Tammy whimpering)

Stay down, sis.

(Darlene grunting) (body thudding)

(Darlene whimpering)

- Son. - Shit's too right, pop.

- Okay, Shank, this is some bullshit.

- What?

- We got the money, 1.4 million right here.

What the fuck are we doing?

We playing heroes now?

We ain't no heroes.

We ain't no saving-the-day type motherfuckers.

- Not usually.

Either follow me, or leave money.

Either way, you cut loose, you cut loose broke.

(footsteps plodding)

(8-Ball sighing)

(footsteps plodding)

- No, no. - Dad.

(Darlene grunting)

- Does she know what kind of a man you really are,

that you'd kill a mother's infant son

in front of her out of jealousy,

kill a man's wife outta spite,

murder your own ex-wife outta shame,

and ruin the lives of everyone

in Cutter's Creek out of greed?

Look at me. - No.

- You left my boy, Bill, here without a mother,

or a brother, or anything resembling a normal childhood.

- Damn depressing, I tell ya.

But we know how you can make it up to me.

Don't we, pop.

- Yep. (dramatic music continues)

Look at me.

30 years, Marion, 30 years.

You killed my wife and newborn son 30 years ago.

Now, I kill yours.

- No, take my life.

- No, we're gonna do that, too, fuckhead,

but only after I make you watch me

beat her skinny little ass to death.

(body thudding)

- [Marion] No.

- Goddammit, just-

- [Marion] Babe, baby, babe.

- Danny.

(Sunshine laughing) (hand clapping)

- [Polk] Okay, move, move.

(body thudding)

(fists thudding) (dramatic music continues)

(Darlene grunting)

- Hey.

(Darlene grunting)

Big man.

Huh, beating a fucking woman?

Big man.

(Darlene grunting)

Fucking coward.

- I just butchered the entire town's sheriff's department.

Killing this one bitch makes me a coward?

Bill, shut her fucking mouth.

(dramatic music continues)

(door clattering)

- What it do, bitches?

Who wanna beef for a dollar bill or dollars, then?

(ax thudding)

(fists thudding) (both grunting)

- You got balls, boy.

(foot thudding) (8-Ball grunting)

(testicles creaking) (8-Ball gagging)

(Bill grunting)

(Polk screaming)

(fist thudding)

(dramatic music continues)

- Really, a vest?

(Bill grunting) (vest rustling)

Waiting on you, big boy.

(gunshots blasting) (Bill grunting)

(fists thudding)

- Time to go night, night, Red.

(knife clanging)

(knife slicing) (Polk screaming)

(Bill groaning)

- I've never lost a fight.

And I'm not about to start.

(gunshot blasting)

- [Bill] Damn.

(Bill grunting)

(Polk screaming)

- Come on. (dramatic music continues)

(ax thudding) (Polk groaning)

(Sunshine laughing) (Polk groaning)

(Irma Jean and Kesha screaming)

(Polk grunting)

- Jesus Christ's cross. (fist thudding)

(Sunshine laughing)

(body thudding) (Polk grunting)

Grab his arms.

- Fucking bitches.

(Polk screaming)

(knife slicing) - The power

of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

- [Bill] You're done.

(fist thudding) (Shank groans)

(Bill grunting) (fists thudding)

- He's gonna kill her.

(Bill grunting) (fists thudding)

- Go. - God.

(dramatic music continues)

- Fucking, fucking bitches.

(Sunshine laughing)

Fucking bitches.

You're all gonna fucking die.

(gun clanking)

(Sunshine laughs)

- Sins of the father, fucks of the mother,

I just like killing sons of bitches like you

in the name of the law.

- Fucking bitch. (dramatic music continues)

(gunshot blasting)

(Bill grunting)

- All right, bitch.

(Bill grunting)

(Shank gasping)

(feet thudding)

- That is right.

Oh, that is right. (Sunshine laughs)

My Lord Jesus Christ hath not forsaken me.

He gave me the strength to drive that, that crucifix

through that big bastard's thick-ass, Goddamn,

oh, I'm sorry, head.

You see that?

That so cool, eeh, eeh.

(hand thudding)

- I ought to get you a gun or something.

Daddy.

- What?

- What is it?

- Nothing.

I see a gun.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, hey.

(gun clanking)

(gunshot blasting)

(body thudding)

- Goddammit, dad, what the fuck?

- I'm sorry, I can't let 'em leave.

They know what I've done.

- I swear to you I will not say anything

by Christ almighty.

I will not say anything.

I will not tell a soul.

- Dad, stop.

- My name is my name, Darlene, and it's your name, too.

If this got out, I can't let that happen.

We can't let that happen.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Dad, don't, don't.

- You'll understand one day.

You will, but for right now.

(gun clanking)

(gunshot blasting)

(Sunshine laughing) (body thudding)

- Goddammit, Goddamn you.

- You go get the other one.

She went around the side of the house.

(hand thudding) (Sunshine laughing)

Now. (suspenseful music continues)

- Fuck you.

(Marion laughing)

(gentle music)

(door clattering)

(Darren breathing heavily)

(birds squawking and chirping)

(engine revving)

(gravel crunching)

(engine humming)

(door clattering)

(Marion laughs)

(Sunshine laughing)

- Why, you got the devil in you, girl.

And it's a beautiful sight, mm-hmm.

Such a damn waste, though.

- It doesn't have to be.

(Marion laughs)

- Unfortunately, it does.

(gunshots blasting) (Sunshine laughing)

(knife slicing) (Sunshine laughing)

(bag rasping)

- You can go ahead stop right there.

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

- Don't speak.

- No, what are you doing?

- I cannot let you leave these woods.

- You're gonna kill me?

- Yeah.

- After everything I've survived in my life,

and you're gonna kill me,

some backwoods redneck PWT?

- PWT?

- Poor white trash.

- Keep talking, you fucking cock warmer.

You are making this so much easier.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Why don't you come a little closer,

get all up on me?

I wanna smell the cunt that kills me,

see if you shit your Huggies.

(Darlene laughing)

- Shit myself?

Listen, crotch rot, this isn't my first rodeo.

Killing is in my blood.

Killing is.

(fists thudding)

(Darlene screaming)

(flesh tearing)

(Kesha sputtering)

- Less talk, more killing.

(blood squelching)

(bag rasping)

(gentle music)

- [Maria] Murders in a small town,

they don't ever really go unsolved unless you want them to.

- [Polk] There ain't never been a time

when Cutter's Creek mud wasn't soggy from blood.

- [Maria] Marisol Whitfield, (suspenseful music)

Marion's first wife.

That's why all this is happening.

That's why he wants us all dead.

- [Polk] No time when it knew good folk neither,

won't till the whole cock-sucking lot of them is dead.

And we'll see it happen by God, me and you, Bill,

for what they done.

- [Maria] They got what was coming to 'em.

You can't just take a man's wife and son

and expect everything to be fine.

- [Polk] Begging for our mercy

and forgiveness won't help him.

- [Maria] He grabbed Marion's son, Bill,

and he disappeared into the night

like the thief and the coward that he was.

And the only thing he left was a note.

That was 30 years ago tonight.

(suspenseful music continues)

- [Polk] The only absolution no more

is the cold blade of my ax.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Oh, praise Jesus.

(dramatic music)

Oh, Goddammit.

(ax thudding) (blood squelching)

(mellow country music)

♪ Well, life has nearly killed me ♪

♪ And my mind is putting me on the edge ♪

♪ Life has nearly killed me ♪

♪ And my mind is putting me on the edge ♪

♪ Though I can barely crawl ♪

♪ I've got to walk where these angels fear to tread ♪

♪ Darkness nearly drowned me ♪

♪ Sunlight low, though it burned my eyes ♪

♪ Darkness nearly drowned me ♪

♪ And the sunlight low, and don't it burn my eyes ♪

♪ This valley's much too deep ♪

♪ And there's mountains so very high ♪

♪ Well, my cup is nearly empty ♪

♪ I got such a long, long way to go ♪

♪ My cup is nearly empty ♪

♪ Got such a, such a long, long way to go ♪