Drifter: Henry Lee Lucas Page #7

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- You ain't my daddy!

And you ain't never gonna be my husband!

All that talk about Venice

and seein' the world!

- You ain't sh*t, Henry

Lee- - - [Henry grunts]

You're just like your mama.

You thought you was

different, but you ain't.

[whimpering]

[grunts]

You said you loved me.

I do love you.

[groans]

[Henry] She had to die in that moment.

I couldn't just let her walk away.

Of course you could.

There's a million

things you could've done,

but you took matters into your

own hands and decided to play God.

I am God, Mr. Farino.

Can't you see that?

I decide when people live or die.

I decide their fates.

That makes me God.

That's a God complex.

You're the devil, Mr. Lucas.

You killed a defenseless girl.

Shouldn't even been

around her to begin with.

- She was my soul mate.

- Young enough to be your daughter!

Age don't matter.

What'd you do with

the body? Where is it?

She's in a lot of different places.

What's that mean?

It means that I chopped

her up into nine pieces

and buried her all over Texas.

No one will ever make her whole again.

I've had enough of you, Mr. Lucas.

See, Mr. Farino, you judges

and policemen, attorneys,

you all are a bunch of pigs.

I already made a farce

outta the Texas Rangers.

Might as well take

everybody else down with it.

Come on, Henry.

You and I both know the only ones

you killed was Becky and your mama.

All the rest are just lies.

You know, I was wondering when

someone was gonna get wise to this.

Mr. Farino, I confessed

to three thousand murders,

seven days a week for

two and a half years.

So you admit to lying?

No, I'm just saying that no

one wants to hear the truth.

You see, I am more

famous than Elvis Presley.

Now he was supposed to be a big

shot, but I think I'm bigger than him.

And I think I'm bigger than-

- what's his name? Adolf Hitler?

I think I was gonna beat him because

every time they brought in a murder case in

I was accepting it no matter what.

You see, I was a king.

I had everything a man could

possibly want. I had that.

I had a color television.

I didn't have that before.

I had a cable TV. I

didn't have that before.

I had all kinds of food

and stacks of cartons,

and that's comin' from nothin'.

And me and Larabie, we was real close.

We was like brothers

who would do things anywhere, anyplace.

Day or night.

I've had enough of this. Guard!

See, Mr. Farino, you boys gonna be

talking about me for a long while,

even when I's gone

from this Mother Earth.

You'll see.

You'll see.

Friday around midnight

Got nothin' to kill but time

Little voices in my head

keep whisperin' "homicide"

And my baby's

driving me to drink

I can't listen to

her I can't think

I steal a police

car but I don't drive

Well, I crash the car

I'm lucky to be alive

Well, I stumble home

Fall through the door

I end up passed

out on the floor

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

Just to watch it bleed

When I come to I'm in

a pool of gin and blood

Oh, I can't remember

what it is I've done

Oh, is this real

Is this a dream

Nightmares in my bloodstream

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

Just to watch it bleed

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

I split my baby's

head wide open

Just to watch it bleed

Just to watch it bleed

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