Motel Hell Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1980
- 101 min
- 397 Views
- Of course I'm all right.
Is it?
Are you and Vincent...
Yeah! We're getting married
tomorrow afternoon.
I don't believe it!
You mean he's not forcing you?
Forcing me?
- I love Vincent.
- Oh, you're sick.
I am not sick!
Well, what about us?
I'm madly in love with you!
You can't marry Vincent!
Bruce, will you listen to me!
I love Vincent,
and he's gonna be my old man!
Get it?
You can't marry him.
The law won't allow it!
- He's insane!
- He is not.
Oh...
Didn't he tell you?
He's got syphilis of the brain!
That's right!
He's not normal at all...
and he's dumb, yeah...
and his pecker
don't work either!
Boy, are you going
to be disappointed...
when he gets out
of those overalls...
on his wedding night...
and there's this
shriveled-up prune!
Let him come back!
What's the matter?
Oh, hi, Vince.
Pretty good joke, huh?
Huh?
Oh, come on, Vince.
Better put that down.
You know, accidents do happen.
If there weren't
a lady present...
you might not be alive
right now.
Well, don't be such a...
Well, I'm sorry to see that
you're taking this so hard.
Vincent.
Don't forget...
I'm the law around here!
Oh, no, Vince! Oh! Don't!
I have a little surprise
for you.
What is it?
Just a little something.
- It's so beautiful...
- Here, here.
Only the best
for my little girl.
All right!
A party! Champagne! Great!
Thank you.
Well...
here's to Terry,
my bride-to-be...
and the sweetest
little creature...
since sugar-cured ham.
And... me?
Well, what for?
For the hell of it.
All right!
Here's to my little sister Ida,
for the hell of it!
Kind of tickles the tummy,
doesn't it?
- Can I have a kiss?
- Yeah.
Oh. Excuse me.
Thank you, Ida.
Are you nervous?
Yeah, I am a little bit.
Well, drink up, girl.
That's what it's there for.
You're right!
- I love champagne.
- It's good.
She's out.
Let's go to work.
Ida, what does
the good book say?
I know:
"Do unto others...as ye would have others
do unto ye," right?
Right.
And no animal should ever suffer
any unnecessary pain.
There, there now.
None of that.
I have a treat for you.
I had a feeling you boys
could get behind this.
Now... as you check out
the swirling colors...
notice how your heads become
more and more mellow.
Each word I say will take you
farther and farther...
Heavier, but smoother than
any trip you've ever had.
You boys know about
astral projection?
All right now, by the time
I count to 10...
beyond Mars!
We're going to send you
to a place...
where people are so far out,
they have wings!
All right, here we go.
10...
9...
8...
Copilot Ida, put the space belts
on our passengers.
Aye aye, Captain Vincent!
Space belts in place, Captain.
7...
6...
5...
Copilot Ida...
secure the hatches
and prepare for takeoff.
Aye aye!
4...
3...
Ready for takeoff!
2...
1...
Takeoff!
Well done.
Oh, sometimes I wonder about...
the karmic implications of
these acts.
I can no more take credit
for the good...
we've done here tonight
than if...
if that great pilot
in the sky...
had blessed each of them...
with a bolt of lightning
through their hearts.
Of course.
Captain.
Oh, yeah.
Strip 'em down and clean 'em up.
Okey-dokey.
Terry?
Oh, Bruce, what are you
doing here?
You're the one who's in danger!
What are you talking about?
planning to kill you!
Oh, Bruce, I can't believe
you're trying...
to pull that number on me again.
No, please!
Look, I did some detective work.
You won't believe some of
What the hell's the matter
with you?
I'm just hungry, that's all.
a piece of...
No, damn it!
You know we're short...
and I'm not going to smoke
any more than these 3 tonight.
All right.
I can't help it!
Well, then go get something
to eat, but make it snappy.
Okey-dokey. I'll be right back.
Terry, come on! Hurry up!
They'll be back soon!
I found some of
Vincent's shotgun shells...
right near where
you had your accident.
So what?
He always goes duck hunting
around there.
Hold out your hand.
I dug those out of the front
tire of your motorcycle.
Are you trying to tell me
that he shot us?
Yeah, I am trying...
and that's not all.
Wait till you hear what I
found in the marsh.
What?
Oh, only about 200 cars
he ambushed...
and sunk in there.
- Come on, let's go.
- I'll be there in a minute.
Terry, what the hell
are you doing?
I'm not going to wait
any longer.
What are you...?
It's time for your lesson.
We're gonna teach you the finer
points of meat-smoking.
Go!
I guess we better
explain everything to her...
so she can give us a hand.
The sooner we pack
all this up...
the sooner we can all
get to bed.
Right?
Let her go.
Look at me.
Look at me, I said.
Now...
what do you see?
Get the hell out of here...
back here right now!
Okey-dokey.
What are you doing here, huh?
Do you need some water?
Come on, my beauties.
That's right.
Oh, come on, girl.
Haven't you ever cleaned a fish?
There's nothing cruel...
in what I'm doing here.
I treat most of my stock...
better than farmers
treat their animals.
I don't feed them
chemicals or hormones.
And when you consider
the way the world is today...
there's no question
that I'm doing...
a lot of them a big favor.
What right do you
have to play God?
I'm not trying to play God.
I wouldn't even know
how to begin.
I'm just helping out.
There's too many people
in the world...
and not enough food.
Now, this takes care
of both problems...
at the same time.
But humans?
Human flesh?
How could you do it?
What are you talking about?
Hell, half the people
in this county...
have been eating human flesh...
that I have smoked
for over 30 years...
and loving it.
You, yourself, said that
my ham was like...
nothing you'd ever
tasted before.
I wish I could
have introduced you...
into my private world
in my own way.
But, oh, no.
Little brother had to
interfere, didn't he?
He's a fool!
And he's the biggest cannibal
in the whole county.
Did you know that?
The biggest cannibal
in the whole county.
Where the hell is she?
Probably stuffing
her face again.
Well...
or I'll be up all night.
It's locked...
from the outside.
Well, I guess Ida was right.
She told me you'd never fit in.
I'm very sorry, Terry.
Terry?
Terry?
Vincent?
Bruce!
Bruce! Help me, please!
Bruce, get me out of here!
Bruce!
Bruce! Help me!
Please!
Vincent?
Bruce!
Help!
Terry!
There you go.
Vincent.
Oh, Lord!
You can have the...
the motel...
and the garden.
What garden?
The secret garden...
at the end of the... dirt road.
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