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Body Bags Page #5
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- Year:
- 1993
- 91 min
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Mine enemy sharpened
his eyes upon me.
They have gaped upon me
with his mouth.
They have gathered themselves
together against me.
God hath delivered me
to the ungodly
and turned me over
into the hands of the wicked.
He hath also
taken me by my neck
and shaken me to pieces
and set me up for his mark.
roundabout.
and doth not spare.
He poureth out my gall
upon the ground.
He breaketh me
with breach upon breach.
He runneth upon me
like a giant.
I have sewed sackcloth
upon my skin
and defiled my horn
in the dust.
My face is foul
with weeping
and on my eyelids
is the shadow of death.
Therefore rejoice...
The sky were darkened
by the smoke from the abyss.
I told you to leave me alone!
Why can't you do
what I ask you to do?
Please, Brent,
go see the doctor.
Yes, will he help?
Will he help me?
Will the doctor help me?
I'll drive you.
No, the keys.
Where are the keys?
Downstairs on the table.
What have you done to me?
Oh, uh, Brent, aren't I supposed
to see you this afternoon?
What have you done to me?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
What's happenin' to me?
Are you outta your mind?
Calm down.
This eye, this eye!
Where in the hell
did this eye come from?
Wh-- wh-- wh--
what does it matter?
Tell me!
Well, it, uh, from a man--
a man who died.
How did he die?
He-- he was executed.
He died in the gas chamber.
Well, who was he?
Tell me!
Uh, Randall-- John Randall.
Here we are--
John Randall.
Just move this
Let me know
if you need anymore help.
Apparently,
Randall had attempted
to get rid of the bodies
in his kitchen garbage disposal.
Ultimately, the dismembered remains
were discovered
in shallow graves.
All the victims had died
as a result of stab wounds
administered by a pair
of garden shears.
Each of the women
had been sexually molested
after death.
Subsequent investigation
into Randall's past
uncovered a childhood
marked by physical abuse
at the hands of an...
alcoholic mother.
Police were struck
by the fact that
Randall's mother, like all the victims,
had blonde hair.
In conversations with police,
Randall referred to himself as...
the Devil.
Brent?
Brent?
I'm out here.
What did the doctor say?
Oh, nothin' to worry about.
Could you please stop diggin'.
I need to talk to you.
I can't.
I have to finish
diggin' your grave.
Whore!
What are you doing?
No, get off me!
Get off me!
This is the John Randall, dear.
John Randall.
John Randall.
John Randall, John Randall,
John Randall, John Randall!
Randall, Randall,
John Randall.
He cut 'em up, you see?
I have his eye, you know.
I see what John Randall saw.
And it's so damn satisfying.
Brent, the bible,
look at the bible.
He makes 'em soft.
They're hair is soft, but it-
They're whores!
So, we have to make 'em soft.
And then we can have 'em.
But then they get cold and, uh--
Oh, John, he doesn't like that.
Grind 'em up.
That's what we do.
But they're too big.
Big and ugly.
And so we dig.
Put 'em in the ground
and make 'em quiet.
Oh, John, he knew
what was good.
Brent, the bible,
look at the bible.
What is in the bible?
- John Randall's in the bible.
- John Randall's not in the bible!
That Brent, Brent's in the bible!
That's right, Brent's in the bible.
No, I-- I-- I mean that--
That's right, you said
Brent's in the bible.
No, that's not what I mean.
Yes, look, it says it
in the bible.
From Cathy to Brent,
our faith in thee.
Shut up!
Whore!
No.
To Brent from Cathy,
may we always
walk together with God.
I got my eye on you baby
Oh yeah.
Oh, sorry, I couldn't resist.
So, what do you think?
Myself, I love stories
about our national pastime--
violent death.
Ooh.
What I don't understand is,
why was he so upset
about losing his eye?
You could have become
an umpire.
Uh-oh, better get movin'.
Oh!
Oohoo,
it's freezin' in here.
Mighty-night.
Oh, man it looks like we got
our work cut out for us tonight.
Man, you ain't lyin'.
Might as well get started.
Another John Doe, huh?
Ooh, severe, uh, trauma
to the abdomen, I'd say.
Really, what's your first clue?
Here, give me that saw.
Ooh, hey, I'm gonna get
some coffee, man.
- Hey, get me some too, buddy.
- You bet.
You know,
these guys crack me up.
You gotta love 'em.
Oop, gotta run.
That's not good.
Well, look at your liver, buddy.
What the hell you been drinkin',
formaldehyde?
How's it coming?
Give me the head saw.
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