(insects chirping)
(train rumbling)
(insects chirping)
(uneasy music)
(insects chirping)
(cicadas whirring)
(Crusher huffing)
(uneasy music)
(tense music)
(head squishing)
(blood pouring)
(uneasy music)
(insects chirping)
(woman screaming)
(man grunting)
(uneasy music)
- What in the hell happened?
Did she get out?
Well,
take her out back, I guess.
(Crusher grunting)
(uneasy music)
(woman screaming)
(uneasy music continues)
(engine rumbling)
- [Eric] You need to slow down.
(uneasy music)
- f*ck.
- What is it?
- Need gas.
(uneasy music continues)
- Hey, remind me, I
gotta get some taters.
Taters woulda been good.
I long for somebody who
- Hey.
Hey, you best go wash
your hands for breakfast.
Go on,
this hot iron gonna make short
work of this liver and onion.
Chop chop.
I lie awake all
night and cry
Nobody loves me, that's why
(engine rumbling)
- 10 Bucks.
Go pay for it, now.
Where you going?
- Gotta take a piss.
(cicadas whirring)
Rise up
That's what I always do
Rise up
- [Clerk] Yeah,
washroom's in the back.
Rise up
Rise up
(old timey music)
Rise up, rise up
Every single day
(uneasy music)
- Wilbur, how you doing?
- Sheriff.
- [Sheriff] Hot enough for you?
- [Wilber] Oh yeah,
she's hot enough.
Smells like Mother Nature
might get moody today.
Cicadas be out in full force.
- Aristotle referred to them
as symbols of resurrection.
- Did he, now?
- [Sheriff] He surely did.
- [Wilber] Huh?
- Gonna be like this
all month, they say.
- Yeah, that's what they say.
- Well give love to the misses.
- [Wilber] Graveyard, you mean?
- Did she die?
- Yeah, yeah, she did.
Cancer finally took her.
- [Sheriff] Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that, Wilber.
- [Wilber] It's
alright, sheriff.
We all gotta go sometime.
- Ain't that the truth?
(uneasy music continues)
- How you kids been?
- What?
(uneasy music continues)
(sheriff speaking quietly)
- What the f*ck are
they doing, man?
- I don't know.
(uneasy music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(uneasy music continues)
- What did he want?
- He's just asking me...
- Shut
up.
What did he want?
- He was just
making conversation.
- Making conversation?
- Yeah.
He's a cop.
They talk to everybody.
- Let's go.
Brian, let's go.
- Don't
say
my name.
- Let's go.
(engine rumbling)
- What did he want
exactly?
- He asked how we were doing
today and where we were from.
- And where we're headed.
- [Brian] And what did you say?
- [Josh] Spencerville.
- [Brian] Where's that?
- [Josh] It's a couple
miles down the road.
- [Brian] How do you know that?
- There are road signs.
(uneasy music)
- Where are we headed anyways?
- You'll know when we get there.
- Being pretty extreme, dude.
- Yeah, don't worry about it.
And everybody just needs
to stop asking me that
and shut the f*ck up.
Especially you,
little pecker head.
- f*cking knew it.
You know, what the f*ck
is your f*cking problem?
- You
almost f*cked this all up!
You're lucky we're
not in jail right now.
It's just been too convenient
those cops showed
up when they did.
- And what the f*ck is
that supposed to mean?
You think I called them?
- Of all the moments
in all the places
for cops to be,
they happened to be right there?
- Sarah,
would you please
talk to your paranoid
f*cking boyfriend here?
- I said no f*cking names.
- Watch the f*cking road!
- Oh f*ck!
- Brian!
(insects thrumming)
(birds singing)
(whistling)
- No, no, no, no.
Brian, oh my God.
- Jesus Christ.
(soft music)
(uneasy music continues)
- Help me.
(uneasy music continues)
- Get
it off.
- You two,
pull its feet.
I'm gonna pull the head.
(uneasy music continues)
Everybody ready?
Okay, pull.
Pull!
(Brian screaming)
Pull.
- We're hurting him!
- Pull for f*ck's sakes.
- No.
- Pull it out.
(dramatic music)
- God.
(elk groaning)
m*therf*cker!
(g*n shots firing)
(Brian groaning)
(uneasy music)
- All right, where
were we going?
Where we going?
- Get
this off me.
- Tell me where we were
going and then I'll do it.
- f*ck
you.
I know
about you two.
(uneasy music continues)
- Whatever.
You're gonna die
in this f*cking car
if you don't tell me
where we were going.
Adios m*therf*cker!
- Ricky!
(g*n shot fires)
- No names.
- What the f*ck did
you do that for?
- Well, stop pretending
like you give a sh*t.
He's dead.
- I don't give a
f*ck about that.
He was the only one who
knew where we were going.
- [Eric] He wasn't
gonna tell us.
- [Sarah] Are you
f*cking kidding me?
I could've gotten it out of him.
- He knew, okay.
I don't know how he
knew, but he knew.
And I've known him
much longer than you.
He wasn't going to tell us.
- You two are?
- Yes, Josh, we are.
- I said no f*cking names.
- What f*cking
difference does it make?
- We're not done.
This is not over.
- Yes, it is
because we don't know
where the f*ck to go.
And even if we did,
we can't get there.
- Stay the f*ck away from there.
Back the f*ck off.
- Don't.
We are in the middle
of the f*cking road,
in the middle of
the f*cking day.
You just shot our
entire plan in the face.
I think you need to give it
a rest and f*cking chill out.
- Stay away from there.
(insects thrumming)
- It's not gonna be long
before somebody comes and,
and finds this.
We can't just be
standing here waiting.
What are you doing?
- He's gonna have
something on him.
An address,
a phone number,
something.
- All right, I'm not
gonna say it again.
Get over there.
(insects thrumming)
- Here we go.
- What is it?
- It's a phone number.
- Is there a name?
- No.
- Of course.
It's probably your
contact down the road.
- Yeah, and so what?
How the f*ck are we
gonna call it, huh?
Payphone back at
the gas station?
(truck approaching)
(uneasy music)
f*ck.
(uneasy music continues)
- Hey!
- What are you, nuts?
What are you doing?
- What does it look like?
Hey, help!
- Hey, help!
(uneasy music continues)
- [Randy] Holy sh*t.
You folks all right?
- No,
my boyfriend, he's.
- Oh Jesus, Mary,
God damn to hell.
- We need to get to a phone.
- Yeah, no problem, but
I can only take two of you.
- That's fine.
I'll stay here.
- No, I'll stay here,
you go with her.
- Is he dead?
- Yeah.
The elk k*lled him.
- Don't you think we should
call the police or something?
- Yeah, we should.
(uneasy music)
- Hey, how far up the
road is the phone?
- Gas station's backed
that way a couple miles.
I'm sure you passed
it on the way here.
- Okay, I'll go with you.
Me and my cousin.
Get outta here.
- Josh!
(g*n shot fires)
(tense music)
Are you f*cking kidding me?
What the f*ck are you thinking?
- We said no k*lling.
- f*ck!
(tyres screeching)
I'll f*cking k*ll you,
you dipshit m*therf*cker!
- Don't you f*cking sh**t him.
- If you had just let me ride
to the gas station with him,
you could've been long gone
before anybody got here.
- Oh yeah.
And have you rat us out?
- I'm not gonna rat
on my own cousin.
- You are gonna
take her with you.
- You're as paranoid as he was.
I wouldn't rat you out.
- Oh yeah, right?
- That was so f*cking stupid.
Why did you do that?
- We all agreed.
No k*lling.
- Well, I'd say that
the plan has changed.
- No, it hasn't.
Open the f*cking trunk.
(uneasy music continues)
- We're not gonna hurt you.
- Get the f*ck outta the trunk
before I blow your
f*cking head off.
- Just get her outta the
f*cking trunk, please.
(cicadas whirring)
- All right, we need
to get off this road.
Let's go.
I'm serious, let's go.
(cicadas whirring)
(uneasy music)
- Just relax for a second.
(uneasy music)
(engine rumbling)
(horn honking)
(uneasy music continues)
- Crusher.
Hey Crusher.
Hey, come on.
We got interestin'
developments at hand.
Grab the shackles.
- [Crusher] No.
- Hey, come on.
Don't be moping around here
lower than a doodle bug, okay.
That girl weren't never
gonna be your friend.
Now we got some
unexpected guests
that I reckon gonna
make you happier
than a dog with two peckers.
So grab the shackles.
(uneasy music continues)
- Where exactly are we going?
- We're gonna find another
road, find another driver,
get to a phone and finish this.
- What do we do with the driver?
- Whatever we need to.
Keep your cousin in check.
- If this phone number
gets us nowhere,
then all of this was for
nothing and we're on the run.
- We're probably gonna be on
the run after this anyway.
We just have nothing
to show for it.
- Were you always
planning on k*lling Brian?
- No.
I meant what I said
when I said let's grab his
share and leave together.
But like you said,
the plan changed.
Let's hope it
doesn't change again.
- [Sarah] I'll make
sure it doesn't.
(uneasy music continues)
- [Eric] What are you doing?
- Don't worry about it.
Just relax.
Okay.
- [Eric] Are you
f*cking kidding me?
- This is what happens
when you snatch somebody.
They don't grab their shoes.
- Are you sure you don't wanna
just give her your shoes?
- [Josh] Come on.
There you go.
(uneasy music continues)
- [Sarah] Rather than
sweeping her off her feet,
why don't you just try and
keep her off the ground?
(uneasy music continues)
(cicadas whirring)
(gravel crunching)
(uneasy music continues)
- [Josh] Watch out.
- All right, that's it.
Get away from her.
- She needs my help.
- No, she does it.
None of us do.
- What are you doing?
- You shut up.
Get away from her.
- Don't hurt her.
- She's perfectly safe, Romeo.
But you ain't.
- Don't you f*cking sh**t him.
- I'd be worried about
yourself if I were you.
You see we're in an "all bets
are off" kind of world now.
- You f*cking as*h*le.
(chuckling)
- Oh baby.
I kidnapped some
Rich Daddy's girl.
f*cked my best
friend's dirty sl*t,
and then I shot him in the face,
all without a
moment's hesitation.
f*cking as*h*le doesn't
even begin to describe me!
Now stand next to him.
- On clever sh*t, man.
Play along for a little while.
Get us to walk
ourselves out here.
Were you, were you
planning this all along
or did you just
come up with it now?
- What f*cking
difference does it make?
(g*n shot fires)
(tense music)
- Whooo-weee!
Well that was a close one.
Wouldn't you say?
Gotta admit though, I liked him.
He was my kinda hombre.
- Thank you so much.
He grabbed us on the road.
He crashed into us.
He had this girl in his trunk.
He he was gonna...
- Honey, I can respect
a ruthless kidnapping.
I can admire a
coldblooded k*ller.
And I can even see my way to
appreciating how you worked
that slick little
poontang of yours
to twist man's dicks up worse
than spaghetti on a Sunday.
But I ain't got no
time for your bullshit.
Back to where you was.
Now.
Hmm.
Who in the hell
dressed this girl?
Oh g*dd*mn.
We could see clear on
to the promised land.
I do like the bag though.
(chuckling)
It gives her a bit of mystery.
- Hey!
(dramatic music)
- Now you ain't going
want none of this boy.
We's lower than a snake
belly in a waggon rut.
- Who's we?
- Oh, you going to
find us soon enough.
Now.
Get up
and get on.
- Where are we going?
- Oh, you all done left a
genuine prize on that road.
I aim to collect it.
(clicks tongue)
(uneasy music)
You ain't gotta worry
about her, Casanova.
She going to be just
fine where she is.
(uneasy music)
(engine rumbling)
- Gonna have to use your phone.
(rotary phone spinning)
(old timey music)
Yeah, this is Wilbur Jenkins.
You'll wanna send
Sheriff Hill down here.
(uneasy music)
(Crusher grunts)
(uneasy music continues)
- Go on.
(frogs croaking)
(insects thrumming)
Ankles and wrists.
It don't matter who goes first.
(uneasy music)
(chuckling)
All right.
You,
cut 'em just over the shoulder,
bottom of the neck.
And you keep as much as you can.
- You want me to
hack its head off?
- Oh, that is why we're here.
(chuckling)
g*dd*mn it, boy.
He ain't going to buck you.
He's deader than Jesus.
Stop diddling and
cut his f*cking head
off like I told you.
(Josh grunting)
(flesh squishing)
All right.
Toss the blade towards me.
Now get on up and get it out.
(uneasy music continues)
There you go.
All right,
boy get on down and take
it from your girlfriend.
- It's not my girlfriend,
she's my cousin.
- Same difference around here.
(uneasy music continues)
Let's get a move on.
- You don't want
any of the meat?
- Nah, we don't eat them.
- Where are we going?
- That way.
And you can just die
right here if you want.
I took your boy down
at 50 yards, princess
and he wasn't
wearing no shackles.
Anytime you want to
make a run for it,
you be my guest.
(uneasy music)
(insects thrumming)
(cicadas whirring)
(engines rumbling)
- [Dispatcher] All
units, all units,
be on the lookout
for four suspects
in a green, late
model four door sedan.
Three males, one female,
early to mid-20s.
Wanted for questioning in a
kidnapping early this morning,
most likely headed
towards Spencerville.
- Hey sheriff, sounds a
little familiar don't it?
- The very definition
of the word.
(uneasy music)
Wilbur, do me a favour.
- [Wilbur] Sure thing.
- I'm gonna radio
deputy to come on down.
I'd like you to wait
until he gets here.
- I ain't got
nowhere else to be.
- Much obliged.
(uneasy music continues)
(Crusher grunting)
(uneasy music continues)
(hostage gasping)
(loud thudding)
(tense music)
- [Josh] Where's our friend?
- [Clyde] Friend?
What?
Kidnap all your friends.
- You know what I mean.
- [Clyde] It's like I told you.
You're gonna find
out soon enough.
(uneasy music continues)
- Dispatch, this
is Sheriff Hill.
Come in.
- [Dispatcher] Sheriff
Hill, this is dispatch.
Go ahead.
- I'm Southbound Rural Road Four
about 11 miles outta
Silver Seven station.
Pretty sure I found that
car we're looking for.
- [Dispatcher]
Roger that sheriff,
be advised it's confirmed
they did kidnap a young woman
from the city college campus
dormitory this morning.
They're likely
armed and dangerous.
- They are most certainly that.
I'm guessing they're the
ones Randy Hallbrook ran into
before meeting the maker.
One of 'em dead here on site.
Looks like a raghorn
went through the
windshield, impaled him.
But cause of death
appears to be a g*nsh*t
pointblank to the face.
No sign of the other three.
Or the girl they grabbed.
And for some reason,
they took the elk's head.
- [Dispatcher]
Well that's nuttier
than a squirrel turd, Sheriff.
- Leave whatever deputy
you sent to Wilbur Jenkins
and send someone else out here.
I wanna follow the blood trail
westbound into the woods.
- [Dispatcher]
Roger that, Sheriff.
Be careful.
- Thank you, I will.
Over and out.
- Crusher.
Did you get the girl?
- Yeah.
- Alright, show him
where he put the head.
Boy, if your brains was leather,
you wouldn't have enough
to saddle a junebug.
Go with him.
Is he always that stupid
or just on Sundays?
Girly, you best put
a smile on that face
'fore I cut one into it.
Well that'll do for a start.
Let's go.
(birds singing)
(insects thrumming)
(birds singing)
(Crusher grunting)
Have a seat.
I said sit the f*ck down.
Good god, girl.
You sure do make it a lot more
difficult than needs to be.
(Crusher grunts)
Now you must be parched.
So where were y'all headed
with that little
lady friend of yours?
- If I tell you, I lose
my bargaining chip.
- Bargaining chip?
You're looking to make a deal?
(uneasy music)
- She's worth a lot of money.
You let me go, you keep her.
I call you with
the where and when
we were going to
pick up the ransom.
You do it,
you're rich.
- And what about your cousin?
- Him too.
Let him go.
- And how much is this ransom?
- Quarter million.
(whistles)
- But you ain't
touched your lemonade.
- Not thirsty.
(uneasy music)
- Well now, you ain't had
much house training have you?
A cold drink on a hot
day is a kind gesture.
Some would consider it rude
to turn your nose up at it.
- I don't take drinks
from strangers.
(uneasy music continues)
- That's right.
We are still
strangers, ain't we?
Now that is my fault.
(chuckling)
Who's the rude one now, huh?
My name's Clyde.
- Sarah.
- There.
Now that we've been properly
introduced, you may drink.
- It's poisoned, isn't it?
- Sarah, I am on sick,
sadistic, twisted m*therf*cker.
But I ain't stupid enough
to spoil that meat.
- You're like those people in
the "Texas Chainsaw m*ssacre".
- Nah.
This ain't Texas.
Now be a good little
guest and drink up.
I am just trying
to be neighbourly.
You best do the same.
(uneasy music)
I like you,
but I don't think I'm gonna
take you up on your offer.
I think you
and your cousin
and that sweet little
peach you got with you
are gonna stay right here.
(tense music)
Oh, I was out of
a*mo a while ago.
(uneasy music)
Oh.
(uneasy music continues)
(Sarah's body thuds)
Bye for now.
Oh, you must have been
a bad little girl.
Hmm.
Bag is a nice touch.
Wish I thought of that myself.
Hey.
Hey.
(uneasy music)
Well now,
that is interesting.
Well ain't you the clever one.
And you so pretty, you can
make a hound dog smile.
What's your name?
Oh, you ain't gotta
be scared little lady.
I ain't never, it's hurt
something as pretty as you.
Well, not by choice anyway.
Now you are gonna be
our guest for a while.
So we're gonna move
you somewhere a little
more comfortable,
a little more private.
I understand this has
not been your lucky day.
Oh, it does seem to be mine.
So I'm going to give you
a little time to yourself
while I deal with your friends.
Now you've already
met my brother,
but you ain't seen him yet.
He ain't sensitive about
his appearance or nothing.
But it would be best if
you kept yourself calm,
which don't seem to
be a problem for you.
And just go along with him.
He ain't going to
do nothing to you
that I don't tell him to.
Can you at least nod that you
understand what I'm saying?
Good.
Crusher.
You definitely going to
be the star of the show.
Take her to the shed.
(insects chirping)
(uneasy music)
(blues music)
(flies buzzing)
Well, I'm gonna
have me a little fun
with this one before
we hang her up.
Go put a loverboy in the chair.
(uneasy music)
Hey.
Hey.
Well there you go.
Now you don't wanna miss
your own demise do you?
Not much fun being all
bagged up, is it now?
Mind you,
this does seem to be
a fitting predicament
for a little c**t like you.
- [Sarah] f*ck you.
You f*cking piece
of sh*t hick f*ck.
- Oh, bless your heart, darling.
It's a little late
to sweet talk me now.
But by all means,
you keep on trying.
I said keep trying.
You g*dd*mn f*cking wimps.
Y'all just give in, don't you?
(Clyde whistling)
(uneasy music)
If I were in your position,
I'd be yelling and cussing,
fighting and kicking.
But you best believe
if I'm going to die,
I ain't going out
all quite like.
But you all,
you all just shut
up and give up.
Some of you try to appeal
to my softer nature,
my humanity,
as if that were
there to begin with.
Now maybe you could
talk me out of it, huh?
As though there was some
alternative to you just
ending up in pieces
on my barbecue.
And here you got your ribs
and your round
and your loins.
(whistles)
All the meat you's got to offer.
Now, normally we'd hack you
up for meat after you're dead.
But today,
'cause you're a
particular kind of b*tch,
we going to do
while you're alive,
or at least carve
into you a little bit
here and there.
I like to ask,
what is it that's going
through your mind right now?
Hmm?
Am I bluffing
or if not,
will it hurt?
Will you survive?
Is that it?
You think you might
have live through it?
(chuckling)
Oh, you heard about this
happening to other people?
But you ain't never thought
it could happen to you.
- [Sarah] Why are
you doing this?
- Oh god.
That's what you're going with?
The reason?
Well, everybody's always
looking for the reason.
Oh, there must be some reason
you're doing all of this.
Well, sometimes
there ain't no reason.
Sometimes
evil just is.
(dark music)
(Sarah screaming)
(tense music)
(frogs croaking)
(insects thrumming)
(uneasy music)
- sh*t.
(uneasy music continues)
- What are you doing?
- Setting the stage.
Now I gotta ask,
you cute little ransom,
what's her name?
- What have you done with her?
- Last thing you ought to
be worried about, loverboy.
I asked the name earlier,
but she didn't say it.
- If she didn't
you, why would I?
- 'Cause I'll cut your
f*cking d*ck off if you don't.
Now I'd ask your cousin,
but the last time we had a
conversation about your rans,
she tried to make a deal
and f*ck off outta here.
She didn't mention taking you
until I brought it up.
Your decision, of course.
But if I was you,
I wouldn't trust
that little minx.
- Where is she?
- Oh, she's hanging
around here somewhere.
(uneasy music)
- Sarah.
Sarah.
Sarah!
- Now she's all but
dead, little man.
I wouldn't pity her though.
Compared to what you got coming,
she's getting off easy.
Crusher,
go get this boy
something to bit down on.
He's gonna need it.
(uneasy music)
See me,
I don't mind the
yells and screams.
Crusher there ain't big on 'em,
and he has a tendency
to shut people up
by turning their heads
into smashed tomatoes.
So you might want to keep
the volume to a minimum.
I'd ask him to leave but,
but he likes to watch.
Now boy, if it's any
consolation to you,
even if you told me your name,
I'd still be cutting
your d*ck off.
(uneasy music continues)
Probably right right about now,
you're wishing you'd made
some different
choices in life, huh?
Now where's that
little pecker of yours?
(uneasy music continues)
Must be hiding in
here somewhere.
Oh, there we go.
I'm thinking we should go
with something little more
elegant.
(uneasy music continues)
Well this one feels right.
Wouldn't you say?
I mean, I'm no surgeon
but I'm going with this one.
(tense music)
Here we go.
(Josh screaming)
(uneasy music continues)
(Josh continues screaming)
Well that wasn't so bad was it?
On to the ba*ls!
(uneasy music continues)
(Josh screaming)
Well, I am impressed, boy.
Most guys would've
passed out by now.
Maybe you ain't such
a Nancy after all.
Nah,
you are.
One down and one to go.
(Josh screaming)
(g*n c*ck)
Almost done.
You are doing great.
(uneasy music)
(Josh screaming)
Now.
We can't have you die
from blood loss can we?
(tense music)
(Josh screaming)
(tense music continues)
Well done.
(tense music continues)
(g*n shot fires)
- Let him go.
Now.
(uneasy music)
- [Josh] f*cking k*ll him.
- Take those shackles,
put them on him.
He's gonna show us
how to get back.
- I know how to get back, just
f*cking k*ll him.
- I'll k*ll him
as I have to.
(uneasy music)
- Ain't you a piece of work?
This poor creature you
kidnapped and treated like trash
just saved your hide.
And you ain't even got
the manners to thank her.
(tense music)
- Thank you.
Where's my cousin?
- She's strung up side.
- Is she dead?
- Who f*cking cares?
- Like I told you,
she ain't dead.
I don't k*ll no one
unless I have to neither.
- All right, smart a*s,
move.
You too.
- I'm getting my cousin.
- Whatever.
Just go.
(uneasy music)
- It is that way.
Get going.
- Nah, I ain't doing
nothing of the sort.
If you won't k*ll me,
I'm gonna make you do it
right here, right now.
You only got one
shot in that g*n.
That means after you
pull the trigger,
maybe take me down.
You ain't got
nothing between you
and your kidnappers right there.
Cat's outta the bag now.
And they know if you live
they're done for,
which means it's going
to be you against them.
And without no a*mo
in your pocket,
you ain't got nothing
between them and the horizon.
- Keep moving.
(uneasy music)
Come on.
(uneasy music continues)
(insects thrumming)
(frogs croaking)
I am so unhappy.
What'll I do
I want for somebody who
Will sympathise with me
I'm grown so tired
of living alone
I lie awake all
night and cry
Nobody loves me, that's why
(tense music)
- I told you I ain't going
down without a fight.
You want me,
you best take me down quick
'fore I k*ll this
little shitbag.
- sh**t him.
- Do it.
Just sh**t him.
- Oh boy.
Will you shut the hell up?
- No.
- f*cking k*ll him.
(Clyde laughing)
- Yeah, come on.
Do it.
You f*cking p*nsy.
sh**t me down.
Cold blood.
f*ck' do it.
- f*cking k*ll him!
- What's the matter, girl?
Ain't you never looked
the devil in the eye?
- f*cking k*ll him!
- sh**t me!
Do it.
(tense music)
- Give me that f*cking thing.
(g*n shot fires)
Jesus f*cking Christ.
I'm getting
that money.
Go.
I am getting
that f*cking money, b*tch!
(g*n shot fires)
(tense music)
- You the one they kidnapped?
Where's the other one?
- [Ashley] He's dead.
- Where is he?
- [Ashley] He's
back at their shack.
- Show me.
- Can I just go home?
- I'll get you there,
don't you worry.
But you need to show me
what's been happening here.
Alright?
This is a right mess
and I'm fixing to clean it up.
Now I know you've been through
a bit of an ordeal here,
but you're safe
now you understand?
- Let me go home,
please.
- Soon as you show me
what I need to see,
I'll do precisely that.
You have my word.
All right?
Now,
let's go.
It's not a request.
(uneasy music)
Go on.
- [Ashley] You don't
need me to go in there.
- You're staying with me.
Now go on.
(uneasy music continues)
- He's through there.
(uneasy music continues)
(suspenseful music)
He's gonna k*ll us.
- Whoa, whoa.
Where you going?
- He's gonna k*ll us.
He's gonna k*ll us.
- You're gonna wait
right here
until I get to the
bottom of this.
- You're at the bottom of this.
(uneasy music continues)
They're psychos.
(uneasy music continues)
(flies buzzing)
(uneasy music continues)
(tense music)
(blood squishing)
(tense music)
- [Crusher] You're mine.
(uneasy music)
(tense music)
- You f*cking little c**t!
(g*n shot fires)
Crusher!
(tense music)
(g*n shot fires)
(tense music)
(Crusher grunting)
(tense music continues)
(soft music)
(cicadas whirring)
(sombre music)
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Butchers Book Three: Bonesaw (2024)
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