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AUGUST, 1939

Boss, I need a bathroom break!

Please.

Dear Lord, help me!

Get the hell out of here.

Well, that's what you get for drinking on the job, Sloane.

Sloane, take it easy!

Sloane! Damn it! Sloane!

Sloane.

Dear God help us.

CLOSED

This property is condemned by the authority of the Texas Health Department

What is that diseased freak still doing out here?

- We closed for good now. - I think he likes it here, sir.

Ain't no reason for that ugly beast to still be here.

Jess, we need to get that oversized retard the hell out of here.

- We, sir? - Just you.

Hello, Hewitt.

We're shutting down the place today.

You know that 'cause I done told you. Shutting down for good.

We ain't packing no more meat. Ain't killing no more animals so

you just leave the equipment. You just get on home now, okay?

You got to go, I said!

You got to get the hell out of here, you dumb animal!

What the hell are you still doing here? Go home. We're out of business.

You and your family are the only ones stupid enough to still be living in this town.

Your kind belong in this shithole.

Operator.

May I help you?

You're going to have to speak more clearly, ma'am.

I don't understand. You're going to have to speak more clearly.

THE HEWITT FAMILY

Directed by

- Thomas in there? - No, he ain't here.

We got a situation on our hands here.

I just came back from the slaughterhouse.

That 'traded nephew of yours killed a man.

Now I'm gonna have to apprehend him.

I thought you might want to accompany me,

help finesse the situation, as it were.

Oh, cool!

Don't you just love a man on a motorcycle? It's like Peter Fonda in "Easy Rider."

- Hey guys, don't stare. - Coming up fast.

Y'all, don't stare at them.

Baby, they're coming a little too close.

- Stop it! - Hey! Fuck you!

Hey, we better get out of here. Get down.

Hey! Get off, asshole.

Drive faster!

Man, what the hell's your problem?

- You okay, baby? You're all right? - Yeah, I'm good.

Staying around this town, there's no more jobs, no more money,

no more food. It's downright suicidal.

And I'm the last bit of law enforcement that's left.

Hell, I'm moving to Michigan next week.

Holy shit, there he is! Jesus Christ.

You stay put. I'll let you know when I need you.

Put down the weapon, boy!

I seen what you did back there, Hewitt.

This doesn't have to be difficult unless you make it so.

Just put the weapon down.

Don't be stupid.

I think we've got a problem, Sheriff.

Shit, I just killed the whole fucking sheriff's department.

Damn, I wondered what that felt like.

You really think you're something in that outfit, don't you?

Here's your pants. Supper's on the table.

Ladies love a man in uniform.

Oh baby, look! Come on, can we stop at that store?

It's just like the one in California. Please?

Come on, Bail, you'll love this. These places have tons of character.

Y'all have some beautiful things in here, ma'am.

Okay...

It'll take you a little while to get used to things in 'Nam.

The people,

the smells, but...

But what?

You'd be amazed at the things you can get used to.

Is everything okay with you and Dean?

What do you mean?

Bailey, come on. You guys have been exchanging odd glances this whole trip.

Excuse me, can you tell me where the bathroom is, please?

Through the back.

Pretty.

But pretty only goes skin-deep. Ugly is to the bone.

Leave them be.

Come on, Bailey.

Look, we've been through a lot together.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

Me and Dean are going to Mexico.

He's not going to go with Eric. And he's not going to Vietnam.

Chrissie,

- what do you have to say? - I say, go.

Get the hell away from this war. Just cling to what you got.

Then why are you letting Eric go back?

- It's just in him. - What's in him?

- The war. - What do you mean?

Look, you do something long enough, eventually you start to like it.

- Bitch. - Scared the tittles right off her.

Goddamn it. Broke my mirror.

You think the girls are going to be all right

driving back alone after they drop us off?

I'm not worried about them, Dean.

Are you sure you got nothing to tell me?

Can we go?

- You all right? - Yeah, let's just go.

You didn't even buy anything, baby.

Yeah, it was nothing like the one in California.

I guess we'll just have to go back to that one then.

What are you doing, man?

- What the hell are you doing? - I'm not going, Eric.

- What do you mean, you're not going? - I'm not going, Eric!

You think I don't hear you at night, man,

in your sleep, wailing from what you've done over there?

- Now, how could you want that for me? - I'm glad Dad's not here to see this.

What, his son the coward?

Well, guess what, Eric, I am not like you! All right?

I am not ready for this shit! I have no problem

with the Vietcong over in Vietnam or whatever.

What the hell do you think I'm going back for, huh?

- I'm going back for you! - Stop it!

You think you're the only one who's ever been scared?

You think I wasn't scared? You think I'm still not scared?

Shut up!

What does she want?

Pull over! Pull over!

- God. Jesus Christ, don't pull over! - Shit, she's got a gun, Eric.

Eric!

Shut up! Stay calm.

- What are we going to do? - Eric, she's pulling...

Oh my God!

Look out!

God...

Chrissie.

Buddy, Dean, Deane.

I'm going to get you help. I'm going to find Chrissie.

Chrissie!

Wow, man, I am impressed.

- Y'all are tougher than I thought. - What do you want from us?

Oh... everything.

How about we get this robbery thing out of the way, huh?

Fuck.

You play along, and I won't have to kill this fucking cop or you. Get up!

I'm glad you're here, officer.

- Sheriff. - You sit down and you stay right there.

You kids okay?

Why don't you step out of the car, if you don't mind?

- He shot her! - She can't move. She needs help.

- I can't find my girlfriend. - Get a grip on yourself, son.

Sir, I can't find...

Now, that was for your own good.

Okay, come on kids. Let's get out of the car now.

- Sir, she's really badly hurt. - Right, well okay, kids.

I'm gonna ask you nicely one more time.

Get out of the fucking car or I'm gonna blow your fucking head off.

Come on, you can make it.

You kids must have been hauling ass. Look at the fucking mess you made.

Come on now.

I'm just here to help you. Come on now.

- Go on. I ain't gonna hurt you. - Sir, please.

I ain't gonna hurt you.

You fucking motherfucker!

See there? That didn't even hurt, did it?

There ain't no fire in this accident.

Which one of you assholes burned his draft card?

Get on over here, boys.

- Come on, get over here. - No.

Goddamn it, get over here!

Which one of you boys' name is Dean Hill?

Honey, you're name ain't Dean, is it?

I am, sir. I'm Dean.

Well, hey, Dean. Good to meet you.

You kids took one big, nasty, giant shit

right in my backyard.

Now we do know that you're a coward, right, Dean?

I'm gonna give you a chance to die a hero.

All right, get her in there, Goddamn it.

I'm starting to think you like wasting my time, Blondie.

Hurry up!

- I saw Chrissie. - You did?

She's okay. Just don't say anything.

- Where is she? - Shut up.

Hey, Monty, come pick up this damn wreck.

It's about a quarter mile south of Hood’s place.

There's a motorcycle too.

Is having a dead biker chick ride shotgun proper police procedure?

Honey, if that was your mama,

would you want me to stick her in the trunk like a dead animal?

I just think this is bullshit.

You got something to say about this bullshit, do you, Dean?

No, sir.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Dean?

Where is the gun?

You look through all this shit on the road?

Is that how we agreed you'd address me over official FCC airwaves?

No, "Sheriff."

Oh...

pretty little rascal, ain't you?

This the sheriff station?

No, it's Mama's house.

Don't even think about it here.

- What are we gonna do? - I'm gonna kill this motherfucker.

You kids best not be making a mess in my car or you'll clean it up.

- He knows, Eric. - What?

He knows you're not me.

- No, he doesn't, Dean. - Hey, Tommy!

- Stay the course. - We're out here!

Come on, boy, get over here!

- What is that? - Get the lead out of your ass!

Come on, big guy!

What is that?

Go ahead, get her on out of there.

Come on, private!

Oh my God.

I'm gonna get us out of here, okay?

Let's see. Anything in here?

A bunch of shit.

You little bastard, I know you've got more in there.

Come on, Tommy, ain't no different than the slaughterhouse.

Meat's meat, bone's bone.

Get it done.

My daddy always told me

that if you want to be a good farmer you got to keep your livestock clean.

Clean goat is a happy goat.

What the hell do you want from us, man?

Are you happy yet?

- I didn't know. - Didn't know what?

I didn't know you were going back there for me.

Let's figure out how to get out of here, Dean.

By God, I'm gonna make a soldier out of you yet!

No! Please, please!

Are you ashamed of your country, Dean?

No, please! No!

What do you think, soldier?

What would be the proper punishment for treason?

Just please let him go, sir. No!

I can't make out a word you're saying, you know it, asshole?

You're killing him, sir! Please!

No, no, no! Please, sir!

Ain't nothing I hate worse than a draft-dodging hippie protester.

I'm Dean! It was my draft card!

And you'd just stand here and let him die.

Sir, could you let him breathe, please? Please, can you let him breathe?

- My apologies. - Eric!

Oh shit!

Well, so now you want to play soldier. Is that it?

Your brother saved your life.

I'm gonna fucking cut your head off.

Yeah, you just keep sweet-talking me, dumpling.

Help me!

Please, help me.

Please, please.

Back in 1952, Korean War, yours truly was a P.O.W.

That's "prisoner of war" for you,

and I know what in the hell I'm talking about.

Used to be Sergeant Major Hoyt.

Back in those days, there was no rules.

No regulations like there are today.

You got captured, you had two choices:

You starve to death or survive.

Now, you had to eat. Rations were scarce.

So, well, about once a week

some poor soul was chosen.

Chosen?

You fucking idiot! I just told you we had to eat!

Ain't you listening to me? Huh?

I'd say that's the ultimate sacrifice for your country, wouldn't you?

Why are you doing this?

Got to get you cleaned up.

We're gonna have company.

You don't want to look dirty for company, do you?

This is your lucky day!

Now what happens if you kids drive all the way up to Austin

just to find out that you don't even qualify to be in the army?

I'm concerned about your physical fitness here!

Now, doesn't that make you feel special?

- Huh? Don't it? - Please.

That would be: "Please, Sheriff."

- You got it? - Please, Sheriff.

Hey, boy, there you go. I knew you could do that.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

How would you like to just stand right up here today

and just walk right on out of here.

I'd like that, Sheriff.

Yeah, well, freedom ain't free. You know that, right?

What you gonna do is 20 push-ups.

20 push-ups stand between you and freedom.

This shit is what heroes are made of, you know?

Well, come on, I'm waiting! Let's get with the program, sunshine!

Come on, you can do it! Get those push-ups now!

- No! - Shh, now don't cry.

Don't cry.

No.

You shut your cocksucker, you son of a bitch!

One!

Whoa, that was a really fine push-up there. One.

Two.

We've got ourselves a regular American hero here, ain't we?

Three.

Come on, sweetheart.

♪♪ Hush, little baby ♪♪

♪♪ Don't say a word ♪♪

♪♪ Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird ♪♪

Eight.

What's it gonna be?

You're gonna be the motherfucker who eats?

Or are you gonna be the poor sorry motherfucker

who gets ate?

♪♪ If that mockingbird don't sing ♪♪

♪♪ Mama's going to buy you a golden ring ♪♪

Don't give up, Dean! Show this motherfucker!

Show me that you ain't as fucked up

as the rest of your useless goddamn generation.

Eighteen!

♪♪ If that golden... ♪♪

- Come on! - Nine.

♪♪ Is going to buy you a looking glass ♪♪

Go!

That's only half of one. That don't count, boy!

Don't give up, Dean!

- 20. - Yeah!

Don't cry.

No!

I never had me a little girl.

Got more guts than I thought you had, boy.

I'm a man of my word. You're free to go.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

My money says he ain't going nowhere.

Stop! Please, stop!

Stop! Please stop!

Look, my friends,

they have my friends, okay? They're in a house over there through the woods.

Look, they have your friend. They took your friend.

I saw you both at the store. He shot her. The sheriff shot her.

Show me where.

Weather has been so hot lately.

It's important to drink your liquids, you know?

Dean. Dean!

Dean, you did good. But we got to hide, okay?

Come on! Come on!

Sometimes

I just can't stop eating the little chocolates.

- They're so good. - I put coconut in them.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Hoyt! Hoyt!

Come here! Hoyt!

Eric!

- He's in here! - Eric! Get me out of here!

- Shut your mouth! - Oh, my!

He's here! He's here!

Help! Help!

There's keys over there on the counter.

Damn you! A man's home is his fucking castle!

What the fuck are you doing in here?

Hey!

Find the truck. Go! I'll get Dean!

Unlock the door!

Thomas, get up here! I need you!

Come on, Dean, come on.

Get back here, you skinny bitch!

Dean, go! Go! Come on!

Shoot me, you asshole!

You're not a soldier! You hold that gun like a fucking girl!

Get out of my way.

You're not a candy-ass, are you, Sheriff?

Pull the fucking trigger!

I ain't finished with you yet.

Well, let's just go see if we caught anything.

That's it.

- Okay, so what are we gonna do? - We? I'm gonna get my girlfriend.

No, look. What about my friends?

- What? - My friends.

Fuck your friends. You're on your own.

You asshole!

Shit.

Don't you think you're going to go anyplace, huh?

I love you.

No! You don't have to do this, man, please.

No! No. No!

No!

You don't have to do this.

You son of a bitch!

Fuck you!

Fucker.

What the fuck...

Oh, shit!

- He shot me! - Shut up!

Where's the girl?

I'm gonna blow your head off. Tell me where the girl is.

I'm shot! Shit!

How many times I got to tell you not to play with guns?

Oh, Jesus...

Now look what you've done to yourself.

- I didn't do it. - Stop your damn whining, Uncle Monty.

Mama, get some towels in here. Uncle Monty made a mess.

- Sheriff. - Who in the hell are you?

- What do you want, boy? - I want my girl.

Take me to her or I'm gonna blow your head off.

Okay, all right.

- Where is she? - Thomas!

Hey! Do not fuck around. Where is the girl?

Come on.

Help me!

Thomas!

Thomas, where're you at?

Eric, are you okay?

What are you doing here? You got to get out of here.

- You're gonna be okay. - How bad is it? Tell me.

It's all right. I can't feel it.

- I'm gonna get you, it's okay. - Did he cut it off?

- It's okay. - I can't feel it.

No! No!

I'm cold.

Take it easy. There she is.

Help me.

- That's not her. - Shit, that ain't her.

You don't want to see the other girl.

- Just shoot him! - You dumb son of a bitch.

Get him, Tommy, come on!

Damn it! Come on, Tommy. This is one of those assholes

who used to fuck with you in the schoolyard, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy, get over here! Get that thing going!

Let's go, Tommy! Come on!

Crank it up! Let's go!

What it is, asshole! Yeah!

You beautiful bastard, you!

You fucking asshole!

You son of a bitch! Coming in my fucking house

- Oh, God. - You have to get out of here.

- No! - Get out of here.

- No! - Yes, Chrissie, please.

Hide!

What are you doing?

Don't. No. What are you...

No!

Thomas! Tommy!

Thomas, quit playing with your fucking dolls and get up here!

I'm glad you brought your little buddy.

I like your new face.

Come on, Tommy, get up here.

Please! Please!

Help!

Please, please, somebody help!

Now this will take your fever down, all right?

See what you've done?

You killed that sheriff and you started up a whole whirlwind.

Mama, please stop your damn bellyaching.

Uncle Monty, I love you.

You know that, and I always do what's right by you, don't I?

- And you trust me, don't you? - I trust you. Just do something.

Take care of you. Get in here, boy!

I'm sorry.

Tommy!

Now, this ain't gonna hurt...

much.

What's that on your face?

Mama, you get over there and hold Uncle Monty.

- Why? - 'Cause he ain't gonna like this much,

that's why.

- No! - What the fuck is this?

Surgery. Come on, Tommy.

- No! - Thomas, no!

Oh, bullshit. Look at that! Now, Tommy, that's goddamn sloppy.

That'll get infected. Even him up. Come on.

What?

- Sheriff, no, stop! - No!

There you go. Nice work, Tommy.

What did you do that for?

Balance.

I'll get Tommy to wrap this up.

Please, somebody help.

Okay. Shh.

You're going to be okay. Shh, I'm sorry.

It's okay. You're safe.

They know you're here.

I'll have Mama throw on another plate for supper.

You can stay?

You know what, Mama? I don't think this one likes your cooking.

But who gives a shit?

She's gonna be sucking her soup through a straw

for some time to come now, ain't she?

Come on, Monty, take a sip.

You got to have something to build up your strength.

Come on, now, open your mouth.

No.

Set her free, child.

No! No!

No! No! No! No!

No! No!

Take that one downstairs!

No, you stay away from me, you fucking animal!

You get the fuck away from me! No!

Get your hands off me! You dirty animal!

No! Dean! Dean!

Can't you see? Your friend ain't with us no more.

No! No! No!

Here we go.

Dean! Help! No!

No!

Hey!

Where in the hell you going, bitch?

She's going to tell them all what we done.

There comes a time when every boy becomes a man.

You motherfucker!

Now we'll see what kind of soldier you are, Sheriff.

One!

That was beautiful form, Sheriff!

Two! Halfway doesn't count, dickhead!

Three! Is that all you got? Is that all you fucking got?

Fucker! You killed my girlfriend! You fucking asshole!

Fuck you!

My money says you're not going anywhere.

Fuck.

Chrissie!

AUGUST, 1973 4 YEARS LATER

- Look out. - Shit.

- Oh, shit. - Oh, fuck.

You almost hit her.

What the fuck was she doing walking in the middle of the road?

Hello? Hey, are you okay?

Hello? Can you hear us?

You're gonna get killed doing that.

- Kemp, stop the van. - Fuck that, we got a concert to go to.

We're still 3 fucking hours from Dallas. Where are you going?

We'll get there.

I've gotta get away.

- I just need to get away. - What?

- Gotta get away. - From who?

I wanna go home.

Okay, we can't leave her out here like this.

Hey, let us help you, okay? Come on.

- Come on. It's okay. - It's okay.

It's okay, man, we'll give you a ride wherever you wanna go.

- I wanna go home. - Okay, we can take you home.

What's your name?

They're all dead.

My God. I am way too stoned for this.

Baby, let's find a hospital, okay?

You know what? Give me the vaguest idea where there is one, we'll go there.

Who's dead?

Kemper, didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick up hitchhikers?

No.

You're going the wrong way.

Stop. You're going the wrong way.

- You're going the wrong way! - Sit down!

- Jesus Christ. - I can't go back there.

You can't make me go back there. I won't go back there.

Back where?

She's all fucked up.

No. He's a bad man.

He's a really bad man.

He's a bad man.

- Oh, shit. - Oh, God.

- You're all gonna die. - Grab it.

Oh, my God!

- Let me out! - Oh, my God!

- You all right? - That's too much. I’m okay.

- Oh, my God! - Take it easy. Let me see it.

- It's all over! - There's nothing there.

- It's gone. Look. - I could have fucking died out there!

We all could have, Morgan.

That didn't just happen.

I've never seen anybody die before.

Yeah, most people never do.

I don't see how that's helping us right now.

I don't know why we had to pick her up.

Why the fuck did we have to stop?

- She needed help. - A lot of fucking help we did her.

- Leave her alone. - Fuck!

I just don't understand.

Why did she do it? And why did she have to pick us?

Why did she have to pick us?

What are we gonna do?

I don't know. We're gonna...

We're gonna have to call the cops, I guess.

Yeah, on the list of bad ideas, that one goes way up there.

Are you kidding me?

"Officers, as you inspect the crime scene, which is now our van,

please ignore the piñata filled with marijuana you happen to come across."

It played no part whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate young woman.

Listen, keep your goddamn voice down.

- Easy, easy, easy. - Goddamn it.

You're not gonna listen to him.

What the fuck are you doing?

Well, I’ll be damned.

- Ma'am, we need to report a suicide. - Something like this comes along

makes folks realize how crazy the world is out there.

- Right. - Would you mind calling the sheriff?

It's gonna cost you 10 cents.

You want some pig?

Shit.

Big brothers.

I just feel so disgusting.

There's about 6 of them altogether counting the dead one.

Poor thing. It's awful.

Well, why don't you ask them yourself? Right.

Where'd you say you found her again?

Ma'am, I already told you. About 10 minutes west of here.

About 5 miles west.

Sheriff said he's headed over to the old Crawford Mill.

- I'm sorry, the what? - The old Crawford Mill.

He wants to know if you wouldn't mind driving over there to make your report.

Come on.

Get in.

- I just wanna go home, okay? - That's fine.

Oh, my God.

Guys.

You see our Lone Ranger anywhere?

Maybe this isn't the Crawford Mill.

It's unbelievable.

This is a joke. There's nobody here.

There's no sheriff here.

Is anybody home?

- Hello? - What do you want?

- Are you the sheriff? - Do I look like a sheriff?

- I don't know, I can't see you. - Stand back from the door.

Sheriff don't live here. You can call him if you want to.

Thanks, we'd really appreciate it.

Wipe your feet. I like to keep a clean house.

I said she could call him.

- You wait outside. - Okay, chief.

- I ain't looking for trouble. - Don't shoot.

Terrible.

I'll dial him for you.

- Hello? - Hi, is this the sheriff's office?

Sheriff's gonna be there in about 30 minutes.

30 minutes? Believe me, we will be there.

Thanks. I'm all set.

Wait, wait. Can you help me out back here?

Are you okay?

- Could you just...? - Okay.

Excuse me. Erin?

Excuse me.

Erin?

Okay, you can just relax, because you're not helping.

Good girl. Good girl.

What the hell was that?

Kemper?

Kemp?

Kemper?

Kemp?

Something wrong?

- Where is he? - I don't know.

But he's not in my house.

Thanks.

Kemper?

Kemp?

Goddamn him.

Oh, thank God.

It's just an educated guess,

but my money says your dead body's right there in that van.

Excuse me, you mind getting the fuck out of my way, son?

We picked her up on the side of the road, like...

Wow. Look at that mess.

Who does this belong to?

- She had that on her, sir. - You don't say.

- Had it on her? - Yes, sir.

Well, let's get her wrapped up.

Oh, pretty little thing.

How about giving me a hand here, asshole?

You don't expect me to do this by myself?

I need some help.

Always getting yanked into this shit. What am I doing?

Lift her up and just kind of pull her over your way there.

She ain't gonna bite you. She's deader than a doornail.

- Get a hold of her and pick her up. - Yes, sir.

Yeah. There you go.

You're getting fucking her blood all over your goddamn arm.

You know, back when I was a young patrolman,

I used to love wrapping up these young honeys.

I'll bet you did.

Cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know?

Oh, shit.

Look at that. She's kind of wet down there.

What you boys been doing with this dead body, anyway?

Can we please finish this?

- Don't break my stuff. - Get the legs.

Put the legs in.

Y'all gonna be able to find your way out of here?

- Yeah. Yeah, we'll be fine. - All right, then.

Protect and serve. That's what we do.

That you did, sir.

Poor Kemp. He ain't ever gonna get the stink out of this van.

You think we should try to clean it for him?

Be my guest.

Are you okay?

It's too much. I'm gonna be sick.

Okay, good news. Sheriff's on his way.

- Sheriff already came. - He took the body.

- Where's Kemper? - Wasn't he with you?

- I know Kemp's in there. - Wonderful.

All right, keep him busy.

Hi, it's me again. I'm really sorry to bother you,

but I can't find my boyfriend, Kemper, anywhere.

- I thought I would just come and... - Ain't you supposed to meet the sheriff?

Kemper.

Kemp, don't mess around.

Wow, what a wonderful garden you have.

It's just so plentiful.

Andy?

Hey, you can't just go in my house.

Andy.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

What the hell are you doing in my house?

We're just looking for our friend, then we'll be out of here.

You ain't running things, boy, except your mouth.

- He sounds crazy. - You little turd.

You're so dead, you don't even know it.

Oh, shit!

Shit!

Erin!

- Come on! - Andy!

Get the fuck out of here! Run!

Shit! God!

Please. Please. Stop.

No, please. Please!

Stop!

Shit. Erin! Erin!

Erin!

Kemper really owes us for this.

- What's wrong, Erin? - Are you okay?

Where's the gun?

- Come on. - Erin, what's going on?

- Where's the gun? - The sheriff took it.

Shit.

Erin, what the fuck's going on? Calm down.

- Erin. - Fuck!

- What? - What?

- Oh, thank God. - Take it easy.

- Thank God. - Take it easy.

My friend needs help.

My friend, right now. My friend's dying. My friend's being hurt.

Settle down. Take a couple of deep breaths.

- There's some guy... - Just quiet down.

- Please. - What's wrong with your car?

There's nothing wrong with my car. It's my friend.

Please help him. I don't know where he is anymore.

Somebody wanna explain this?

- It's not mine, sir. - You kids taking drugs?

- No. - No.

It's not our van.

I smell bullshit.

No.

- My friend... - Get out of the van.

Out.

On your faces. All three of you.

Get on the ground!

No. No.

Arizona.

Colorado.

- New York. - Please, you've gotta help him.

He's fucking killing him.

- Now we're getting someplace. - Come on. Please.

Who's killing who?

There's a fucking guy with a fucking chainsaw.

Get your sweet little ass back in the dirt until I say otherwise.

You know what I think?

I think your boyfriend shot that little girl and then he ran off.

He did not. Some fucking guy with a...

- Stop! - We're all gonna die!

You girls better get yourselves under control or I’m gonna have to do it for you.

Why won't you listen to her?

Get on your feet.

Man, this is bullshit.

I have rights.

Yeah, you got rights. Okay.

Oh, that was really rude, wasn't it?

Oh, look at you.

How about that?

Look at that shit. We got something else in common now.

See that?

Get on over to the damn Crawford Mill.

Those two fillies are good to go.

- Shit. - What do you think he's doing to Morgan?

I don't wanna think about it, okay?

Oh, shit.

- Get out of the car. - Where are we?

It's none of your goddamn business, faggot!

Just get out of the goddamn car!

You kids shouldn't have messed with that little girl.

You brought this all on yourself. Now get the hell in the house!

- Come on, please. - Come on.

- Come on, please. - Come on, Erin, come on.

- Yes. - Yes.

Go, go, go.

Go! Go!

Get out, Pepper, now!

Pepper!

Run!

No! No, Pepper!

Please, please! Please, let me in!

Please. Help me, please!

- Why don't you have a seat? - It's okay. Sit down.

Have a seat.

Turn that thing off. He's gonna fucking hear it.

There's nothing a good old cup of tea won't settle.

Nobody's gonna come through that door.

- I really need to use your phone. - I don't have one.

No.

- Phones are a hassle. - No. Don't you get it?

He's gonna kill you. He's gonna kill all of us.

- Oh, no, he won't. - Yes, he will.

He knows better than to be messing around here.

Everyone around here knows that poor, sweet boy.

- Sweet boy. - He's no harm.

He always keeps to himself.

Skin disease.

He was just a little boy when it started.

Didn't you look at his face?

I couldn't. I couldn't look.

Oh, sweetie.

Here.

Here, it's just right.

Come drink some before it gets cold.

You have no idea.

- Hush, now. - I don't wanna drink any more tea.

I just need a phone.

- Please. - Now see what you've done?

That wasn't a good idea.

Now drink up your tea.

It'll help you relax. I'll be right back.

You're a little tense. You should relax.

I better go now.

You okay, child? You don't look so good.

I thought you said you didn't have a have a phone.

It's okay. It's okay.

That's not your baby.

You stole her!

She's mine.

Oh, my.

Oh, my, my, my.

Everything's gonna be fine real soon.

I promise.

Please. Please, just let me go.

I know your kind.

Nothing but cruelty and ridicule for my boy.

All the time he was growing up.

Does anybody care about me and my boy?

What's wrong with you fucking people?

- Nothing wrong with us. - Help me, please!

Thomas Brown Hewitt, you get in here right now!

No!

- No! - Get her out of my sight.

No, please, no. Please.

- Will you cut out that racket? - No! No!

No!

- Here's your pants. - Thank you, Mama.

No!

Oh, my God.

Erin.

I can't... Erin, no. No.

- Okay. - No.

Lift your body. Lift your body up.

- Stop! - Push.

Stop!

Lift your... Lift your body.

Please, forgive me.

Please, forgive me.

Morgan, it's me.

No!

Morgan, it's Erin. Morgan, it's me. It's Erin.

It's Erin. Come on.

We gotta go.

Let's go. Walk. I need you to lean on me.

Come on, Morgan. Come on.

Morgan, the couch. The couch.

Come on.

Quick.

Shit.

Come on.

Shit.

Come on.

No! No!

Morgan! Run! Run!

Erin!

Morgan!

Get off him!

Stop!

Please, stop!

Hey there. You all right?

Are you okay?

Here. Come on, let's get in my truck over here.

No.

No. No.

- No. - Hey.

- I can't go back there! - Get off of me!

- Keep going! - Stop it.

No! Keep going!

- What the hell...? - Please, don't stop.

I don't know what your problem is, but I can't take this.

Don't get out. Don't get out!

Hello in there. Help.

- Ma'am, help. I need some help out here. - What is it?

- What do you want? - I picked up a girl.

She's bloody. She's out here in my truck.

Junior, come on out here.

Come on.

Henrietta, get me my raincoat.

I need some help out here. Let's see.

Henrietta?

I gave her a ride. I found her right down the highway.

I don't know her name.

Well, she grabbed the steering wheel and dang near ran me off the road.

She nearly caused us to crash. She grabbed it while I was driving.

She's out there. She's out there in the truck.

Well, I think she's there. She's out there in the truck.

The baby's gone!

Come on, come on. Come on.

Come on, you little bitch, start.

Fuck you!

You asshole!

Test, test, test. Ok, this is August 20, 1973.

The time is 3:47 P.M.

Our location is the Hewitt residence on route 17.

That's where victim one was found.

We're gonna do a walk-through,

and we're now descending the stairs into the furnace room.

There's... over here. There's scratch marks along the wall.

There's some more over here, right along here.

And there's something over here. It seems like...

it looks like a clot of hair and an embedded fingernail.

All right, we're gonna go move into the actual furnace room.

Watch yourself. Look out.

Oh, man.

Look out. You got it?

All right. This is the actual furnace room.

We're going into where they are suspected to have perpetrated.

Got a bit of a jump there.

- Got it? - That's ok. Don't worry.

Come on back here. Follow me.

THE HEWITT FAMILY

Edited by MANIAC

Music

English subtitles by ZAGADKA

Directed by

Special thanks to ZAGADKA

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