Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III Page #3

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What the hell's

going on?

What's going on?!

Hey, girl, I need

some questions answered,

and I need them

answered right now.

Do you understand me?!

Hey.

Oh god.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you

were hurt that bad.

The party's

still cooking.

They're still out there.

You some kind

of soldier or what?

Just on the weekends.

Wrong weapon, wrong war.

They got us a week ago.

I'm the only one left.

Me and my sister.

Sisters.

We go together.

Week, maybe five days ago.

A week?

What the hell are you

still doing here?

Keep your voice down!

They watch the road.

They hunt people.

They really hunt them.

They trap them

and they kill them.

I haven't been able

to get out of the woods.

We just stopped

to help this guy.

We thought

he'd been run over.

Day before yesterday, I

had to eat a f***ing rat raw...

and some berries

that tasted...

tasted like they'd been

thrown up once already.

It's just...

I mean... it...

Thanks for what you did.

Thanks.

Where is the road?

I don't know.

I heard some noises.

Maybe it's

that guy Benny.

Nah, he took off

a long time ago.

Who knows how long

we were out.

- Benny!

- Shh!

Thanks.

Benny!

- I got to go.

- They'll be dead soon.

Maybe I can bring

the bad guys out in the light.

You coming?

All right, you stay here.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

Hold up.

Keep it.

Thanks.

Eee!

Nice neighborhood.

Damn.

- Come on.

- Aah! Aah!

Oh my God.

Ryan.

Ryan!

Go! Get the f*** out of here!

F***!

No! God!

Please, no!

Ohh!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?!

Wait, wait.

Hey.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm not going

to hurt you.

What's your name?

This is Sally.

Owww!

Yakkety-yak,

don't talk back.

Girls, sorry to butt in,

but looks like you had yours elf

another little mishap.

You know, you're late.

Hmm?

Boy, the y just get

dumber and dumber.

Don't they?

No!

I ain't no runt

of the litter,

and I'll prove it

to you one day.

What, you think I'm some sort

of a piece of sh*t?

There's gonna come a time

when you're going to find out

just what kind of human being I

am. I'm a human being.

Bone patrol

for stupid fuckface, eh?

I'll show you

motherfuckers.

That's the way it is.

Aah!

So...

how you like Texas?

More little nails

if you don't stay put.

Why are you doing this?

Be cause if you don't poke 'em,

then they don't leak.

And if they don't leak,

we can't feed Grandpa.

Silly.

Ruckus, ruckus.

My nap is just a goner.

I certainly hope you children

are pleased with yourselves.

Where's Junior?

He's mopping up, Mama.

That's what you

always say.

Mopping up,

which means you ain't

caught 'em all yet,

just like last time.

Please.

What have we done?

Can't you stop this?

You best shut on up,

or I'll do your tongue first.

That's right.

Best not to get

Mama's dander up.

Brought home

the bacon, Mama.

Come on, Tex.

Give me a hand here.

Pull him around.

Get that trap off.

Fancy sneakers.

All right now...

Okay, don't bruise him.

Pretty good size one,

ain't he?

Yeah, he's a keeper.

We got some dark meat

coming in, too, Mama.

Junior'll be trotting it

in any minute.

If he minds.

Junior's been getting

out of hand lately,

but I got

a present for him.

I got a fine present, going

to keep him in line, yes, sir.

He liked that last

present you got him...

that electronic

thingumajig.

Of course he did.

That's progress, boy.

Technology is our friend.

He might even

learn something.

Ain't that right,

Mama?

What do you think

of our little lady?

Uncertain.

She looks to me like

she might go

all screamy on us, Eddie.

I wish you'd

call me Tex.

I told you.

Oh, I'm sorry, boy.

God damn it, I'm sorry.

Say, how'd you like

to do us the honor

of plugging

that whore up?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Tink,

this one's still kicking.

Yippee-yi-ay.

Well, I'm going to go

get Junior's present.

Say, Tex, you want

to give me a hand?

That thing's

so damn heavy.

Thank you.

? Clean that trap out, Fred?

? Clean it good?

? So you motherfuckers?

? Don't tell me

what I should do.?

Take your little

motherfucking face, Tex,

and ram it up your butt

is what I'm going to do.

It's an eye for an eye,

it's a tooth for a tooth,

it's a hand for a hand,

and an arm for an arm.

What you got in here,

Santa Claus?

I see something.

You betcha.

I see something.

Somebody's little puppy dog,

aren't you, motherf***er?

Sweet.

Little Alfredo does this,

he does that.

He cleans,

and he does housework.

Here we got

a little pretty one, yeah.

I liked you a long time ago,

you know that.

Is it soupy et?

Hey, Junior.

Got something special

for you.

Tink did it.

Chromes every damn thing.

You like it, don't you?

Well, looks like

you just got a present

for a job

you didn't finish.

You lost the darky,

didn't you?

Well, didn't you?

Oh, fine.

Another toy.

Well, you got to learn.

I'll tell you one damn thing,

by God if...

Junior.

Junior,

haven't I told you...

Wait, Mama.

Wait.

Okay, okay!

It's okay, now.

It's okay.

Hey, now.

Hey!

Now, now,

don't you fret.

What do you think?

Do you want to go

for a head shot or what?

Huh?

Let me see a smile.

- Let's do it.

- All right.

Why don't you

go and do your lessons?

And get that thing off

my cutting board.

Who's been dinkin'

around in this thing?

Trap's sprung.

Somebody's on the loose.

That's for sure.

Shh!

This makes

a very loud bang

and an awfully

big hole.

Do I know you?

Shut up and move it!

Now I am very scared

of guns, mister,

so please do not

point that at my face.

- How many?

- How many what, O.J.?

How many bent, sick fucks

like you are there out here?

Hey, baby, I only got one

thing to say to you.

I don't like

the tone of your voice.

What the hell's

wrong with you?

What is this?

Booby traps,

camo netting...

What are you people

doing out here?

Big surprise.

F*** you, mister!

One down.

Please choose

an activity.

What is it?

F- o-o-d.

No, try again.

F- o-o-d.

No, try again.

F- o-o-d.

No, try again.

What kind of

sick sh*t is this?

F- o-o-d.

No, try again.

Always had a problem with this

hit to the head business...

till Tink here

genius ed up a new way.

Look here, Mama.

Colored drawers.

California.

Honey, you go get

washed up for supper now.

We get this 'un skinned,

dress ed out,

we'll have enough

sowbelly for a while.

Yeah, I guess

that's right, huh?

All we need now is

a good mess of greens.

Appears we get

to wait a spell on you.

Maybe we could, uh...

Let Junior play some.

He does make the sweetest

damn babies, you know.

Junior likes them

private parts.

We knows what to do

with them parts.

You got that right, Mama.

Cut my own out

years back.

I did.

Took care

of Papa's, too.

It'll be your turn soon,

little gal.

Hey, Tex, come help me

skin this 'un.

All righty.

Junior.

Motherf***er!

Get down!

Mama!

Aah!

Tink!

Get the b*tch!

She stuck me!

She stuck me!

B*tch!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey!

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