Hellblock 13 (1999)

[bunniefuu]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

f*ck off.

Scum.

Trash.

[RETCHING]

sh*t.

[GIGGLING]

TARA: Finished!

First time I ever heard of
anyone asking for raw meat

for their last meal.

TARA: First time you ever
heard anyone like me.

Who are you?

Got a newspaper?

This is the same old sh*t.

White Tr*sh witch?

Reputed to be one of Charles
Manson's illegitimate children?

Blah, blah, blah!

Et cetera, et cetera!

Those b*tches in
there look like sh*t!

They wouldn't let me get a
studio photographer in here.

Don't you think I'm hot?

I think you're sh*t.

And I'm gonna love
pulling that switch.

So that's who you are.

I am the right hand of God,
and your gateway to Hell.

You're gonna send
me home, and write

the last chapter in my life.

At midnight tonight,
you'll be past tense.

But I'll live on
in people's heads.

Only in sick people's heads.

Only the sick b*stards
who idolize serial K*llers

who give a rat's a*s about you.

They'll remember
me for my killings.

And for my writings.

They'll remember Poe,
Lovecraft, and me.

Tara.

What's that?

It's my book.

My stories.

Stories that crept
into my dark mind all

these years on cellblock 666.

That's not what
they call this block.

That's what we call it.

Who's we?

I've been in solitary
here for years.

But I haven't been alone.

There's something
in this prison.

It's a force that only us
on the inside can feel.

These walls, they're filled
with death, and energy.

Ah!

Many women have
been ex*cuted here,

and their souls,
and their spirits

are still in these bars.

And I've talked
to these spirits.

And they help me
write these stories.

Those are stories about
the people you've k*lled?

No.

Everyone else is going
to be writin' that book.

My murders were my
contribution to society,

and these-- these are
my contribution to art.

Nobody wants to
read your trash.

Don't say that until
you've heard 'em.

I don't want to hear 'em.

Come on, they're scary stories.

Everybody likes a scary story.

You might be the
first one to hear it.

Well, I've polished the
chair and tightened the straps

already.

I guess I got time to
read one of your stories.

You can't touch it.

I'll read it to you.

Let's see.

Do you have little children?

Maybe.

Why?

This is a story with little
children that I really like.

Hungry, pig?

Excuse me?

Barbecue.

No, thank you.

I don't want to be too blunt
about the possibility, Miss

Simpson, but there
are no child molesters

or rapists in the area out on
parole, or anything right now.

Did you see any suspicious
characters in the park?

Even wandering around
the parking lot, maybe?

Neither did anyone
else, Miss Simpson.

Right now we have no leads.

The childrens' father
is deceased, right?

What about your
current boyfriend?

Bob Simms?

Bob?
No.

No, Bob loves kids.

No.

No.

Listen, Miss Simpson, why
don't you just go on home?

Come back in the morning.

We'll go over a
couple more things.

By then, maybe we'll have
some good news for you.

She's not telling us much.

Neither has anyone else.

But why did she run all
the way to that old woman's

house to report the kidnapping?

There was a payphone
right there in the park.

Two kids are abducted
from a public park,

with more than a dozen
people milling about,

and no one sees anything?

Not one person can even remember
seeing her with the kids

inside or outside the park.

She sure seems to
be holding up strong.

Yeah.

Too strong for someone whose
kids have just disappeared.

She didn't even touch a Kleenex.

Sherry.

Sherry.

Sherry!

What?

For God's sake, think
about what's happened.

Your-- your kids are missing.

Well, then it would be just
you and me, wouldn't it, Bob?

What's gotten into you?

I'm sorry, you know?

I've just been under a lot
of stress since last night.

The disappearance,
the police, the press.

I just wanted to unwind tonight.

That's all.

[GIGGLING]

What's wrong?

I just thought I
heard something.

I thought you said
you didn't like kids.

I thought you said they
cramped your style.

To tell you the truth,
those little b*stards

were starting to grow on me.

Bob.

I hope they find them, Sherry.

Alive and OK.

I really do.

And after that-- I
want you to marry me.

Oh my god.

I mean it, Sherry.

You, me, the kids--
one big, happy family.

Listen, think positive.

Jessie and Jonah will be
running back into your arms

before you know it.

All right?

Later.

[GIGGLING]

Jessie?

[GIGGLING]

Jessie, where are you?

Jessie?

[GIGGLING]

[GIGGLING]

Jessie?

Jonah?

[SHRIEKING]

[GIGGLING]

[SHRIEKING]

Mommy?

Jessie?

Oh my god.

Why, Mommy?

Why did you do it?

Jessie, where's your brother?

Jonah couldn't
get up yet, Mommy.

He's too little.

Give him some time.

Come, Mommy.

No, honey, I can't.

Join us.

No!

Mother f*ck.

Just--

[SHRIEKING]

Ma'am.

sh*t.

I swear, that Hungry Pig is
just the best damn barbecue.

Detective Hyatt said
it was thundering

and lightning something fierce
last night, Miss Simpson.

Says you still had your
kids' clothing on the line.

It reminds me of them, sheriff.

Gives me hope
they're still alive.

Detective Hyatt was
out collecting evidence.

Hope he didn't bother you none.

He says you were
acting kind of strange.

I had a nightmare.

That's all.

A nightmare, huh?

I'll bet it does
get kind of spooky,

living out by that lake.

When I was a kid,
there were all kinds

of stories about it being
cursed, and haunted,

and and everything else.

Is there any word on
Jessie or Jonah, sheriff?

None.

Then why am I here?

I'd prefer to ask the
questions here, Miss Simpson.

How is your relationship
with Bob Simms?

Fine.

Why?

Your kids weren't getting
in the way, were they?

Bob's young, doing
well for himself.

His father owns the biggest
factory in the county.

I'm sure there's a lot
of women around here

that'd be on him like
a rottweiler in heat.

Now, you don't
think you'd lose him

just because you have two kids?

You may have noticed I'm
wearing a ring, sheriff.

Bob proposed to me last
night, kids and all.

Well, lookie there.

That is a beaut.

Miss Simpson, could
you tell me why

you purchased two
lengths of rope

last week from Al's Hardware?

I'm hanging plants.

That was some mighty
thick rope you bought.

You could hang an
anchor with it.

We'll be in touch.

Come on, answer the phone.

Bob.

I'm at the sheriff's department.

They had some more
questions for me.

No.

Listen, Bob, I'm on my way home.

Let's go out to dinner.

I just-- I need to get out
of the house for a while.

And, uh, in fact, I may
want to get out of town.

It's the press.

I just need to get away.

I want you to come with me.

All right.

Thanks, Bob.

I'm on my way.

Where is she?

[GASPING]

[GIGGLING]

Jessie?

[GIGGLING]

[GIGGLING]

Bob?

I went by the bank and
closed down my account.

Let's go ahead and get out
of town as soon as possible.

Is this algae?

Bob?

[GIGGLING]

Bob?

Bob?

Bob?

You b*stards!

What did you do to him?

[GIGGLING]

Did you come to
play with us, Mommy?

[GIGGLING]

Looks like your hunch was right
about this lake thing, sheriff.

I found 'em.

About 30 yards from shore.

Must have drifted out a ways.

So she drowned the poor kids.

Damn this job.

Is that Simms?

Sherry?

Couldn't find
any kids, sheriff.

Searched all around the point.

Nothing else out here
but bottles and branches.

[GIGGLING]

That story must remind
you of the kids you k*lled,

you sick b*tch.

No.

I didn't like to drown kids.

I liked to slit their throats.

Where'd you get
that twisted story?

Someone here told it to me.

But I wrote it down.

With my own little hands.

[GROANING] Damn, that felt good!

Wanna do the other one?

Huh?

You like it rough, huh?

You like it rough?

Why don't you come on in here?

Huh?

Come on in here.

We have a little bit
of time before you

have to pull the switch.

I have a story
about men like you.

Men who like to hurt women.

Yeah, this mornin'.

He said his eggs were too damn
runny, and then I saw stars.

But that's about all I remember.

I don't know.

I have this
porterhouse on my eye.

He's a monster.

I guess he's just going to
have to have a big man dinner.

Maybe I wouldn't be so sad if
I had married someone else.

I'm 19, and an abused housewife.

[BELCHING]

Mama, I gotta go.

Joe Mark just walked in.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'll
talk to you later.

Hey, baby.

Baby, I'm sorry
about this morning.

It weren't them eggs.

It was just early, and
I was in a bad mood.

Look, Joe Mark, I
love ya-- I really do--

but I simply cannot put up
with this treatment anymore.

Mama wants me to move
in with her for a while,

maybe give us a
little bit of space.

Oh, no, baby.

Please don't move next door.

I don't know what I'd do.

I'll change, baby.

I know I've said it before,
but I really mean it this time.

Really.

I don't know why I hit ya.

I just do.

I can't live with
a monster, Joe Mark.

You promise to change
at least once a week,

and after 1,000
of them promises,

I'm starting to think
you don't mean it.

I know, baby.

I know what we need.

What we need is a vacation.

Oh, Joe Mark, don't start.

No, really, baby--
Billy Joe's bringing over

that pound of weed
tonight, and after I sell

that, we'll have enough
money to take us to Pedro

land for the weekend.

Joe Mark.

No, really, baby, I'm serious.

Now, we could renew our
vows by the giant sombrero.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Wouldn't it?

Well, that does
sound romantic, hun.

That's my girl.

How about I get you some
ice for that eye, baby?

Where's my steak?

Heidi Mae, where's
my-- Heidi Mae, baby,

let me ask you one
question-- what

the hell is my steak doing out?

Joe Mark, honey, I-- I'm sorry.

I had it on my eye.

It takes the swelling down.

sl*t, you mean to
tell me that you

put my 18 ounce, $8.32
porterhouse steak

on your f*ck' eye?

I was angry.

And then your sorry a*s
left it out to spoil?

I'll make you somethin' else.

What?

A big man dinner?

b*tch, if you ever, ever
leave a steak of mine

out to spoil again, I will
break your f*ck' neck.

You damn monster!

I can't live with a monster.

God damn!

You b*tch!

You hit me with
a f*ck' shovel!

Baby, I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm so-- oh my god!

[SCREAMING]

Daddy sent me to get the rent.

Well, I'm all out
of checks, Maddie,

so you'll just have
to come back tomorrow.

Daddy said you ain't
got no checkbook.

Bye, Maddie.

Stay here.

[KNOCKING]

Come on, I gotta get the rent.

Hey, Maddie, come here.

What?

Who stays in that house?

You don't know?

She's your neighbor.

I never see my
neighbor come out.

She's a witch.

A real witch.

She k*lled Ima's dog.

That dog got run over.

He was never on a leash.

Maddie, what's a leash?

Hush.

We never found its body.

That witch took him and
used him in a spell.

He probably got runned
over, and the highway people

took him away.

She must have cast
a spell on your face.

What happened?

Don't you worry about it.

Go on.

Heidi Mae, I'll be home at 4:30.

Make chicken fried
collard greens, cornbread.

Joe Mark.

Damn him.

God, the chicken's
not defrosted.

Better get it out
of the freezer.

Come on!

Thaw, damn it.

Thaw!

Now for the cornbread.

Oh, sh*t.

Let me guess--
dinner ain't ready?

It'll be ready in
just-- just a minute.

Why don't you get a
beer, and just relax?

Because I am hungry, Heidi Mae!

I even put a note
in the one place

I knew you'd be sure
to find it before noon.

You just can't get it
together, can you, b*tch?

Look at this f*cking bird.

It's still f*cking frozen!

Don't you hit me with that.

Don't you hit me
with no more food!

I could stick a big man
dinner in the oven myself

and have it ready before
this chicken is done.

You know, I get up
early every morning,

hang drywall all the damn day,
come home beat down and wore

out, and all I ask of you is
to have the house cleaned,

and to have my dinner
ready when I get home.

You keep asking me to
change, Heidi Mae, but

how can I change when you're
just as sorry as I am?

What this marriage
needs ain't change.

What it needs is discipline.

Discipline, b*tch!

Discipline!

[SHOUTING]

[KNOCKING]

Whatcha want, child?

I don't know, actually.

I thought I'd just drop
by and be neighborly.

Ah.

I've been expectin' ya.

Come in.

Have a seat.

My name's Heidi Mae.

I know who you are,
Mrs. Joe Mark Brown.

Y'all think cause I'm up here by
myself that I don't know much,

but I just might know a lot.

You don't even know why you're
here yourself, sweet child.

Why you all of a sudden felt
the need to be neighborly.

But I do.

You came lookin' for a
solution to your problems.

He hit me with a porterhouse.

I just don't think I
can take it anymore.

And so you're here?

The kids all say
that you're a--

I'm a witch?

Yeah.

Sweet child, kids can be
cruel, but I guess I am.

But I prefer alchemist.

What?

Never mind.

Let's just say that I
may have what you need.

My god.

He was a freak in
a carnival sideshow.

And I worked the same
carnival as a fortune teller.

But I've told you too much.

You're the one
with man problems.

Here it is.

Um, this thing in your book?

Spell.

Yeah.

Spell.

Is it a-- a permanent thing?

I mean, final?

Very.

But maybe you don't want it?

No.

No, I-- I have to.

He'll never give me a divorce.

There can be no hesitation.

There-- there ain't none.

Good.

Now, you go find
these ingredients.

And they're simple.

You'll probably find
them in your spice rack.

You drop 'em into boiling
water, and then you

say these words three times.

Noun am--

Non amorous muertos.

Non amorous muertos.

Got it.

You gonna have to scrounge
something off of his body.

Nail clippings, hair,
spit, piss-- anything.

Put it in the water before
you recite the words.

OK.

Now, put about a spoonful
of the brew in a drink,

or something, and get out.

Go away for at least an hour.

Well, what do I do
when I come back?

Clean up.

Well, what do I owe ya?

Not having to hear you scream
at all hours of the night

is compensation enough.

I'd better go.

One more thing--
be very careful.

Don't let nothin' of your
body fall in the mix.

Wear gloves, and pullyour hair
back while you stir it up.

Why?

The spell could reverse itself.

The consequences
could be tragic.

Uh, OK.

What is that?

Time to go.

Sweet child.

Sweet, sweet child.

Scrounge something
off his body.

Oh, Joe Mark, what
happened to you?

You weren't always like this.

I remember our
beautiful weddin' night.

[SPLASHING]

Non amor--

JOE MARK: Heidi Mae!

Damn.

Hi, honey.

How was your day?

What's for dinner, Heidi Mae?

Here's your beer.

I'm tired.

Now, Heidi Mae,
what's for dinner?

Uh, I-- I called us in
a-- a pizza order, baby.

Pizza?

Uh-huh.

OK.

Now, you just sit down
and put your feet up,

and-- and look at some TV.

Here's your beer.

So, um, I gotta go get it,
so I'll be right back, OK?

Yeah.

Hurry up!

I'd better go get a
pizza, just in case.

[COUGHING]

[GROANING]

Heidi Mae!

You b*tch!

God damn.

Joe Mark?

Joe Mark?

[BELCHING]

Honey?

Heidi Mae.

Joe Mark!

Oh my god!

b*tch, what took
you so f*ck' long?

[SCREAMING]

[LAUGHTER]

Pizza.

Deep dish?

I f*ck' hate deep dish pizza.

What you need,
sl*t, is discipline.

Beer.

You said it.

You can't live with a monster.

[BELCHING]

Didn't you think
that story was cute?

We'll see how cute you are when
you're frying in that chair.

Oh, I'm getting goosebumps all
over just thinking about it.

I can't wait to cross
over to the other side.

[THUNDER]

Power's out.

I hope it comes back on soon.

I'd hate for you to get
a stay of execution.

sh*t!

So would I.

What do you think you're doing?

I need to see what I'm reading.

Have you got a match?

What else you got under there?

Just my candles.

You won't tell, will you?

They might increase my sentence.

I bet someone like you
could get anything you wanted

smuggled into this prison.

Not everything I wanted.

The things I couldn't
get, I had to think about.

And write down.

Oh!

Where the hell did that
filthy thing come from?

He lives in my wall.

Thousands of filthy things
live in these walls.

You try to execute
us, exterminate us.

We keep coming back.

Looks like we're
gonna be on schedule.

I gotta get things ready.

Make sure it's all set right.

I love death.

It's been a long time since I've
been able to k*ll something.

I wish I'd been there when
the cops finally caught you.

I hear they beat
the sh*t out of you.

I'll see those cops again.

Cops always get
what they deserve.

Hey, fresh meat,
you gettin' tired?

You call me fresh meat just
one more time, and I'm gonna--

-Or what, fresh meat?
-Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy, easy.

Mr. Knuckles, why don't you call
Carlos and tell him we'll be

arriving tomorrow around noon?

Grab some beer, Mr. Chaney.

Easy.
Easy.

Easy.

Look, Mexico is maybe a half
day's ride at the f*cking most.

What's with this
tomorrow at noon sh*t?

Easy, brother.

We got something to tend to
before we cross to Mexico.

Do you think it's
a good idea to keep

Carlos and our dope waiting?

Man, I know you've made
runs before, but not with us.

Look, Carlos is very cool,
and we're very careful.

Don't worry.

What do we gotta do
besides just get there?

A little, uh,
congregation is planned.

It's something of
a tradition for us.

Oh man, a party?

Hey, Anchor, f*ck that sh*t.

Let's get to Mexico
and get the f*ck out.

Hey, watch your mouth, b*tch.

You ain't talking
to your mama, boy.

Easy, easy.
Easy.

Easy.

He's still green.

It's up to us to teach him.

Be patient.

Listen, man, we do this
run only once a year.

But it's more than a dope run.

On our way across the border,
we stop at this sacred place.

What sort of sacred place?

You ever lose a
friend to the road?

f*ck yeah.

And, uh, ever go to a
funeral for one of 'em?

Hell no.

Cops all over the place.

Our brothers--
our true brothers--

don't go to hell, my friend.

Our brothers don't go for all of
this civilian burial bullshit.

We ride on.

We ride on to a sacred place.

This is where we're laid
to rest, until we rise,

and g*n our engines to Valhalla.

The walking man got his
church-- we got ours.

It's like the walking
man worships his god,

and we worship ours.

This is Big Rhonda.

Our sacred ground
is a resting place,

and Big Rhonda rests there.

Her spirit watches
over, and protects it.

She's our matron saint, man.

Our church.

And today's Sunday.

Nice.

So what's this graveyard
got to do with Mexico?

It's on the way.

We stop and make
an offering to her.

A blood offering.

Like what?

Sacrifice a pig, or something?

Something like that.

To us it's like a
cleansing ritual.

Purifies us.

We do it, and Rhonda
watches over us to Mexico.

She watches over us, our
wheels, our brothes' souls.

And our dope.

You guys don't actually believe
in that voodoo sh*t, do you?

You don't think it's going to
keep us from getting busted?

No.

Keeps others from
getting us busted.

Three cops in
three years tried.

Three cops disappeared.

Look, in time you will
appreciate these things.

But for now, relax.

Go get our beer.

Mr. Knuckles, round 'em up.

What's this?

Shut up!

Let's go.

Light.

Grease guy, light.

A f*cking tunnel?

It's a doorway.

Hoods off.

Hoods off.

All right, follow me.

What the hell is this place?

Shut up.

Come on.

We've arrived, brothers.

The ritual begins.

Let's go.

Big Rhonda!

Speak to me, Rhonda!

All right, all
right, all right.

All right!

Mr. Knuckles, gently lift her.

[LAUGHTER]

Give me some of that.

Hey, man, have a beer.

Open your f*cking mouth.

You f*ck, what
the hell was that?

Rocket fuel, sweetheart.

Rocket fuel.

Open.

Open.

Chill out, man.

[LAUGHTER]

Give me some of
that sh*t, baby.

Get the f*ck up.

Get the f*ck up.

Get the f*ck up!

What are you looking at?

Here.

[LAUGHTER]

Chaney!

Chaney.

Chaney.

[LAUGHTER]

So, brother, what do
you think of all of this?

I was right.

It's a big f*cking party.

What's with those three stars?

Three cops have
tried to bust us,

three cops have disappeared.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

She's-- she's, uh--

Yeah.

Rhonda was the greatest biker
model of all times, man.

She wiped out in a
glorious accident in '73.

There wasn't a biker b*tch
walking that could take her.

sh*t, there wasn't even a
man that could take her.

But back then there wasn't a
man alive that would have tried.

I'm about to pass out.

Not yet.

We're not quite done.

Brothers!

Brothers!

The time has come.

Time for the offering.

Mr. Knuckles.

The chalice.

Come on!

Once again you have brought
us safely here, Rhonda.

And our gratitude,
and loving respect

we offer you-- our soul.

God damn!

Faithful mother,
our gift of blood,

rich with wine and celebration.

Protect us with your embrace.

Hail Big Rhonda.

Hail Big Rhonda.

Hail Big Rhonda.

Amen.

Amen.

-Woo!
-Amen.

Let's get married, baby.

[LAUGHTER]

Didn't hurt too
bad, now, did it?

No, man.

I wasn't expecting this.

Part of the brotherhood.

Consider it an initiation.

Relax and drink.

Tomorrow we work.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, man.

Light this.

[LAUGHTER]

Look what I found now.

Light this.

Woo!

Whoa!

sh*t!

Burn, baby, burn!

[LAUGHTER]

sh*t, yeah.

[BEEPING]

Wake Captain Thomas
up and let him know

Detective Chaney's on the line.

Yeah, I know I should
have checked in sooner,

but they crammed some damn
drug down my throat tonight.

I couldn't get free.

[GASPING]

Well, I almost blew my cover
back in Unionville, calling you

from the f*cking can.

Yeah, we're you're the border.

I don't know exactly where
we'll be crossing back.

Only Anchor knows.

Look, I gotta go.

I'll call you after we hook up.

I'll know our return
route by then.

sh*t.

[SCREAMING]

Hey, yo, man, where
the f*ck's fresh meat?

I don't know.

[SCREAMING]

Yo.

Check this sh*t out.

Pig sh*t.

I f*cking knew it.

You can never be sure.

Not until after the
cleansing ritual.

Well, the vultures eat today.

All right, brothers.

To Mexico.

[CHEERING]

Narcs get k*lled,
cops get k*lled.

That's right, b*tch.

And pretty soon,
you'll get k*lled.

I sure am.

Oh, sh*t.

Get me in there.

Damn.

Get the doctor.

You wanted to take yourself
out this way so you

could get even more notoriety.

But nobody's going
to see these stories.

I'm going to burn 'em.

Sick b*tch.

[LAUGHTER]

No.

[LAUGHTER]

No!

No!

Where'd she get a razor?

I don't know.

She just-- I wonder
where she got it from?

She cut her
[INAUDIBLE] and throat.

What's this?

[SCREAMING]

God damn!

[LAUGHTER]

What the f*ck?

Catch.

Oh, sh*t!

Jesus!

[LAUGHTER]

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