Escape from Cannibal Farm Page #4

and begin again.

But I promise you this,

I will never stop wishing

we could just go back.

About f***ing time.

Mom, Mom.

What happened?

Where's Wesley?

They let him out.

Oh God what are

they gonna do to him?

Where's Wesley?

Nothing Mom.

Don't you get it?

They let him out.

I think he set this

whole thing up.

Toby I know you don't like him

but he would never

do that to us.

Then where the

f*** is he then Mom?

I don't know.

But it can't be what you're

thinking it just can't be.

Why not?

It was his idea to bring

us here in the first place.

He got rid of all our phones,

all ways of communication.

He just wanted peace

and quiet Toby.

He wanted to make sure that

we couldn't call for help.

He's f***ing in on it.

He's got some kind of deal.

Look I know we're all

scared and we're all hurting

but these accusations

are just paranoia.

It'll only make things worse.

It's not paranoia!

I watched him f***ing

dart out of here.

Enough!

It makes sense Mom.

For once can you

just listen to Toby?

I can't believe I'm hearing

this from my own children.

I swear if you're right

then Wesley's a dead man.

You don't know him like I do.

Haven't spent those long summer

evenings drinking fine wine

at Chateau La Villatade.

You didn't catch him watching

you from across the bar

on Seven Seas Mariner.

He smiled and well with

that look in his eye

as he took my hand in his.

He's tried to do his

very best by this family.

When your dad could do nothing

but run away from our problems.

Funded an education

for you Toby.

The way I even

have to defend him

is like a stab in my heart.

Then where is he now then Mom?

Wherever he is I,

I hope to god he's alright.

I just wish you'd feel the same.

Nice to see you

again Mr. Wallace.

I am not part of that

family you dumb f***.

You branded me, you shot me

with salt sh*t you

f***ing prick.

And as for you,

you ugly spastic.

Now now Mr. Wallace

that's quite enough.

Hey who the f*** are

you supposed to be?

If you'd care to calm

down and contain your temper

than I am the

Reverend Hawksworthe

and I have your payment.

My arrangement was the

meat eater, where is he?

Well the meat eater

does not set foot

on Hansen Farm under

any circumstance.

Therefore he has sent me

to perform this most

delicate of transactions.

And who exactly

are you Reverend?

A loyal and dedicated

customer you might say.

One with first orders

on the new batch

that we are paying you

ever so handsomely for.

Well you tell the meat eater

the deal was to bring

the kids to the farm.

It was not to be

locked in a cage,

shot with rock salt and

branded like cattle.

I'm gonna look a

right f***ing wally

with my shirt off on the beach.

Even in Benidorm I couldn't

get away with that.

Well I'll, I'll pass

on the complaint.

I want double.

I want double what

he's paying me.

Better the poor who

walks in his integrity

than he who is crooked

though he be rich.

It's in the Bible Mr. Wallace.

Well you can shove your Bible

up your f*ggot ass

sideways you silly prick.

The meat eater believes

that a deal is a deal.

Yeah?

Well these aren't sweaty curry

eating greasy faced Pakis

and big nosed monkeys

off the street corner.

I brought you a clean

middle class white family.

This is gourmet flesh

compared with the sh*t

you've been keeping in there.

Bloody council estate

chippos and homeless scum.

You'll get your money.

Oh I know I'll get my money,

every last f***ing penny

and I want it now so I can the

f*** out of this sh*t hole.

Oh.

Well well, maybe

you're right Reverend,

maybe I should read

the Bible more often.

Well here's to a

happy retirement.

Sunny skies in Hawaii

and sipping Pina Coladas

on Harpooner Beach.

Reverend f*** you very

much, enjoy the flesh.

Dumb f***ing a**holes.

Let me go you f***ing freak

or I'll rip your ugly head off.

No no, we had a deal you

a**hole, we had a deal.

Let me out of here.

Let me go, I want my money.

It's mine you thieving prick.

Give me my money!

I f***ing

told you it was him.

Kathy, listen.

You know when you're

with the people

that you're supposed to love

and well they're

driving you so mad

that you wish something bad

would happen to them all

or you wouldn't care

if it did happen

or they're pissing you

off, they deserve it right?

But as soon as you're away,

even for a moment you think

differently about them,

you realize how much you care.

Well I had that with my sister.

Well growing up it was

always shouting and arguing.

I'd think why don't

you just f*** off.

I don't care if you

get hit by a bus.

And as soon as something

bad happened,

say her and Dad had an argument,

he was a miserable

git his old life,

you guess how much Kathy,

you care and you worry

and I don't know how or why

this feeling is so extreme

because really you just

care about your family.

It's no good you

saying all this now,

now that you're back in

here with us you dumb c*nt.

Maybe if I were to survive

this despicable situation

you put my family into I

would feel like I care,

but probably not.

Right now I only feel

that extreme feeling

you're talking about.

I would see the skin

torn off your bones

and have your rolled in salt.

Katherine please.

And if I ever get out

of this cage Wesley

I swear to God I'll kill you

with my bare f***ing hands.

Do you understand me?

I tried to give you

a quick death Kathy.

I made my tent damp with

petrol before we came away.

Should've been all over

in a few blazing moments.

Do you understand

what you have done

to my family you sick

little man, do you?

Yes I do.

I have sold your

flesh by the pound

to farmer Hansen and his

very wealthy customers.

They have paid me very

handsomely to bring you here

and now, now they

are going to eat

every digestible inch of you

and your ungrateful brat kids.

Then thank God for

the small comfort

of knowing that you're

getting eaten too.

Don't, don't.

Toby don't.

Don't!

Toby!

No!

No.

Toby.

No, no Toby no, no, no.

Toby, Toby listen to me.

This might be the only chance

you get to get out

of this place.

Listen you know what

you've got to do.

- Jess no.

- Mom shut up listen.

Any place is better than

being stuck in here.

Don't do it.

Please no.

No.

No.

Toby, Toby no.

No, no.

Sammy!

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t.

Come on you.

Sleep well my son.

This will all be over soon.

We're gonna get

out of this hell.

You and me, we're gonna

get a fresh start.

We have your mother's

blessing now.

Tomorrow we leave Hansen Farm.

Sleep well my son.

Mom Mom.

You have a bowl right?

- What?

- A bowl, a bowl Mom.

Yes I have.

Okay listen to me.

We need his blood.

Oh, Jess, I can't.

Jess, Jess I can't, oh no.

You can do this.

- Oh god, oh.

- Listen, listen.

Oh Jess I can't.

No.

- Oh my god.

- Come on.

One.

Two, ready?

Three.

Mom that's great.

Come on you f***ing.

Trust me Mom.

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