Machine Gun Preacher

(DOOR BUSTING OPEN)

(MEN YELLING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(BOY WEEPING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SPEAKING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(YELLS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(WHIMPERING)

(MAN YELLING)

(WOMAN PLEADING)

(SPEAKING SOFTLY)

(WOMAN WEEPING LOUDLY)

(MAN YELLING)

(MAN YELLING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Here you go.

Y'all go f***

yourselves now, okay?

(WOMAN MOANING)

Give me a smoke.

I don't got any.

What? You quit?

Sh*t. That ain't gonna last.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Daddy!

Hey, bug. How you doing?

Did you see our sign?

Grandma and me made it this morning.

[SAM]:
Yeah.

It's really nice.

Welcome home, son.

- Excited? Want some juice?

- [PAIGE]:
Yup.

All right, then you

help me set the table.

I made you all a meat loaf.

Hope you'll stay for supper.

[DAISY]:
Oh, I don't know.

What time you gotta work?

[DAISY]:
Want me to warm

up the corn for you?

Yeah. That'd be great.

I ain't on tonight.

What?

Friday night, you ain't on?

What the hell is that?

[LYNN]:
Baby, why don't you go

bring out the chair, huh?

That cocksucker Mark better

be givin' you your time

or I'm gonna go over there

and bust in his teeth.

Why ain't there no beer?

[LYNN]:
I ain't dancing

no more, Sam.

Quit a couple of weeks ago.

Got a job over at Freemont.

Are you telling me the

truth or is this a joke?

Pick up a second shift every now

and then, weekends if I want 'em.

It's good money.

Good money?

What, are you stupid, woman?

You quit stripping?

To pack f***ing

mushrooms at Freemont?

- [DAISY]:
Sam.

- Ma, keep your mouth shut!

They're good to me over there, Sam.

They got daycare for Paige...

- [SAM]:
No.

- medical at the end of the year.

I'll tell you what

you're gonna do.

You're going back

to the Bunny Hop,

and you're gonna get that cocksucker

to give you your old slot back.

You wanna go outside

and ride your bike?

- No, Sam.

- The f*** you ain't.

You're gonna get your ass back

up there and make your tips.

- It ain't right.

- F*** are you talking about?

I ain't dancing no more because it

ain't right in the eyes of God.

- He don't want me doing that no more.

- Oh, you've found God now?

- That's what this is?

- He found me.

- Don't give me that bullshit!

- He's there for you too, baby.

You're a f***ing junkie

stripper and you know it.

Not no more. God helped me

change while you was away.

Get your hands off of me.

You can't keep going the

way you've been going!

(BIKE ENGINE REVVING)

(SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL PLAYING)

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey, Big Dave, how's

it going, buddy?

What the f***?

Crazy horse, there he f***ing is!

- Donnie.

- It's about time, man.

[WOMAN]:
Holy sh*t.

Figured you must be rollin' out

sometime soon.

- Man. How you doing, boy?

- Look at you.

- I'm doing.

- Yeah? I get you.

You look no worse for the wear.

- I'm all right.

- Yeah?

You make any new

friends in there?

- Funny f***er.

- (LAUGHS)

Hey, your old lady ain't at the Bunny

Hop any more. What's going on?

- B*tch found Jesus.

- No way.

Better him than the

milkman, right?

- Not so sure about that.

- Ah, yeah, right?

Glad to have you back.

- That's sweet.

- That's Jackie. Let's go.

Hey, here's to you.

Quit f***ing around.

What, you want a taste?

F***, yeah.

All right. Get moving.

Come on, let's go.

Careful.

- Crazy horse.

- [SAM]:
Crazy horse!

Crazy horse. (CHUCKLING)

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(VOMITING)

Down at the cross

where my Saviour died

God's righteous

nature was satisfied

There to my sin was

the blood applied

Glory to his name

Glory to his name

Glory to his name

There to my sin was

the blood applied

(GARGLING)

- (ALL CHEERING)

- Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Cold.

It's right up here.

Open up, man! You there?

- Come on, man, open up.

- (POUNDING ON DOOR)

F*** are you, man?

It's just me, man. Come on, let me in.

It's f***ing cold.

- I don't know you.

- Yeah, you do.

We were hanging out the other day.

I'm Bobby's friend.

F*** is Bobby?

Man, get your crack ass...

Okay, have it your way.

- (C*CKS SHOTGUN)

- (GUN BLASTING)

Sh*t!

(GUN FIRING)

[DONNIE]:
F*** that.

Where you going?

What the f*** are you running

from, p*ssy? Huh? Huh?

Piece of f***ing sh*t!

You wanna f*** with me?

- I'll smash your f***ing skull in!

- I'll give you whatever you want!

- I'll smash your f***ing skull in.

- I'll give you whatever you want, man.

Tell me where the

f***ing sh*t is

or I'll blow your n*gger brains

all over the f***ing floor!

It's in there! It's in there!

Get it! Get a f***ing move on!

Piece of sh*t!

- Get a f***ing move on!

- All right. Okay.

- Hurry the f*** up!

- Be cool.

F***, here's...

here's the sh*t, man. F***.

Be cool, man. Be cool.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, that's nice.

Give me the cash.

Give me the f***ing cash!

You piece of sh*t.

All right!

F***ing n*gger b*tch.

All right!

- Be cool, man!

- Piece of sh*t.

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

- Whoo!

Yeah! That was some crazy sh*t.

- That was pretty fun, I have to admit.

- Where'd the f***ing ashtray go?

Sh*t, Donnie. Your car is a mess.

You gotta clean this sh*t up.

Yes, stick me, baby.

I'm ready to take off.

Get a wake up?

I want to hit this.

I'm going 100 miles an hour.

- [SAM]:
This is some good sh*t.

- F***ing levitate!

Okay. Be still now, baby.

I'm still.

I'm still as a cucumber.

[DONNIE]:
Yup. Find it?

We good? Yeah?

- Get the wheel, get the wheel.

- [SAM]:
Got the wheel.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

(WHOOPING)

You got it! You got it.

I feel the need.

The need for f***ing speed.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Whoa, whoa.

Look at this sorry f***er over here.

[DONNIE]:
I see him.

- Should we pick him up?

- Yeah.

[DONNIE]:
This is my good deed

for the day, right'?

- Come on, bro!

- Come on.

F***ing cold as hell.

[DRIFTER]:
Sh*t.

Ah, f***.

Cold enough for you out there, boy?

[DRIFTER]:
Yeah.

Where you going, man?

Dushore.

That's up there

past Muncy, right?

Yeah.

We can take you as

far as McClure.

Take me to Dushore.

We ain't going to Dushore.

We said we can take you as far as...

(DONNIE GASPING)

What the f***!

Keep driving.

I'll cut his f***ing throat.

Take that f***ing blade off him!

Dushore or I cut his

f***ing throat.

Take that f***ing blade off him!

- (CAR SPEEDING)

- No! Sh*t!

(ALL CLAMOURING)

(KNIFE STABBING)

(DRIFTER SCREAMING)

[DONNIE]:
What are you doing?

[SAM]:
Pull over!

(WATER SLOSHING)

(SAM PANTING)

Help me.

[LYNN]:
Good.

Wanna try it again?

Okay.

Let's try it one more time.

- I pledge allegiance to the flag...

- To the flag...

- of the United States of America.

- Of the United States of America,

and to the republic

for which it stands.

[LYNN]:
One nation...

[PAIGE]:
One nation...

[LYNN]:
.. Under God...

[PAIGE]:
... Under God,

indivisible, with liberty

and justice for all.

He coming or ain't he?

I don't know.

Honey, you ready?

I don't got no good shoes, Lynn.

Oh, baby, He don't care what

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