Sawney: Flesh of Man Page #3

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God, what a day.

Where are ye?

Right.

North, south or east...

and west?

East it is.

Standing in the middle of...

Clootie Well.

Small stone steps...

lead, uh, into the forest

to the right of the crime scene.

An old wreath marks the spot

where they found her.

This is a person, or persons,

who commit savage acts

and does so repeatedly.

Predatory killers often do

far more than commit murder.

Some have

sexual desires,

humiliation.

They create gruesome rituals

as much for pleasure

as for any other reason.

This killer is not merely deranged,

but evil.

Evil in that they're habitual,

deliberate, savage,

defying any

psychological explanation

or moral judgment.

They know what they're doing.

Hamish. Help me.

- Bill.

- Hamish?

You sound startled.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah. I'm at the site

where Charlotte's

remains were found.

It's fairly rugged here.

There's nothing much to report.

Well, it's official.

You can go ahead

and print your story now.

Okay, will do.

I'm heading

to the next site now.

Look, can we meet up later?

I'll have more pictures

to show you.

I think my theory on taxis

has some substance.

- I'll call you.

- I look forward to it.

The location has, uh,

dramatically changed.

The forest has...

overgrown everywhere.

I'm going to go look

for a high point.

What's that smell?

Oh sh*t.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Help! Help!

Help!

Please! Help me!

Someone help me, please!

No no no!

No! No! No!

No! No!

What in the name

of God is this, huh?

Where did you find him?

Have you checked the tunnel?

Did he come with anyone else?

Did you search him?

A waterboard man.

Get him in the chair!

Okay, get his car,

take it round the back,

make sure no one sees you.

We'll dump it later.

Clean up the mess!

Leave no trace!

Nothing!

You're a sweet

little waterboard man.

Yum.

He's a sweet

waterboard man.

We're gonna have

some fun with him later.

Tie him up.

I've got a job to finish.

F***.

F***.

Oh God.

Wendy.

Hello? I need your help.

Our intrepid journalist

is awake, huh?

You f***ing maniac.

Hey, you save your profanities

and characterizations

for your news article, yeah?

Oh yeah. I read your column

with the greatest of interest.

Yeah.

I know who you are.

You've made me,

so to speak, an icon.

Who the hell are you?

And what do you want with us?

Well, the answer to that,

you have to go back

over 500 years

and follow my bloodline.

To the time

when food was scarce,

life was cheap and only

the ferocious survived.

Well, then my forefathers,

they found succor

in the good book.

The Lord will provide, yes.

"Any man who eats of this bread

shall have everlasting life,

and the bread that I give

shall be my flesh for

the life of the world."

"And the unbelievers,

they said,

'Why would Jesus give us

his flesh to eat?'

And Jesus said, 'Amen.

Amen.

But I say unto you,

eat the flesh of the son of man

and drink of his blood

and ye shall have everlasting life."

Jesus! F***. F***.

"'My flesh is meat indeed,

and my blood is drink indeed."

You're f***ing crazy.

Sweet!

"This is from heaven."

You bloodthirsty bastard!

Thirsty? No.

Hungry?

Yes...

Which brings us to the second part

of your question.

You're just food.

You are a gift from God,

which is who we are.

And what godly end did

you plan for Charlotte, huh?

Charlotte?

Oh yes, Wendy's sister, huh?

Wendy? Wha...?

You didn't know

I knew Wendy, did you?

Yeah, but first,

to answer your question,

we thought Charlotte was

really sweet, really cute

and we also found

her blood tasty as well.

So what I did was

I made a really nice stew

out of her ears, out of her nose,

out of the flesh

of her face and her belly.

Oh, threw them in some oil,

some cloves of garlic and chili.

She was... mwah!

...utterly delicious.

You see, anyone can eat

human flesh,

you just have

to make sure you wash it

and garnish it well to avoid disease.

Now I particularly like

the thighs and the calves.

They're my favorites-

the muscles.

I prefer the taste

of women to men

and I never eat hands

or feet or testicles.

Ugh.

I mean, there was a time

when food was scarce...

- ...and I nearly had to try it.

- Shut up, you maniac!

Shut up!

Ah. Mother's hungry.

Judd!

What the f***?

You're all deranged.

Take this to Mother.

Fu...

Oh, I forgot to ask...

are you hungry?

Bad men do what good men dream.

Im going to show you

a little delicacy-

the sweetest part

of the human body

that I make the most delicious

and nutritional soup from.

It is utterly utterly delicious.

It is the human head.

No! F***.

No. Wendy.

Wendy! Bastard!

F***! No!

I take it you don't want soup then?

No!

The music.

Mother of God,

this is going to get ugly.

Come on.

Oh f***.

What the...

I'm sorry.

What are you looking at?

Get the power on!

Hamish.

It's Bill.

Give me the gun.

Give it to me.

Put it down, mate.

It's okay.

Give it to me.

Come on, Hamish. That's it.

What are you doing here, Bill?

They're down here.

Th-they're down there.

It's okay. It's okay.

I know.

How did you find me?

Hamish, you best...

you... you'd better sit down, eh?

They killed them.

They killed them all.

Bill?

Sawney!

It's me. I'm here.

You're in on this?

From the beginning, Hamish.

You set Wendy and Charlotte up.

- You murdered them!

- Sit down!

Now.

Why them?

What is it they say?

"Keep your friends close,

but your enemies closer."

No, that's not why.

I'll tell you why.

Because I hate

your f***ing guts.

That's why.

The problems you've caused me

and my family are tenfold.

But you just couldn't stop meddling

and coming up with new ideas.

Hmm?

This is not looking good, brother!

Brother?

What, that f***ing lunatic?

It's okay.

It's okay. Leave it.

My brother dislikes swearing.

Who gives a sh*t?

You're all f***ing crazy!

- She's loose.

- Sh*t! Where is she?

- I don't know.

- Where's Judd?

He was feeding her!

Torch this place

and get out of here now!

- Jake!

- You're all a bunch of sick c*nts!

I think it's time our friend

joined the food chain.

No!

No! Bastard!

Hamish!

Hamish, please...

let's talk.

Come on, Hamish!

Let's go for a drink.

We can talk about this,

talk about Wendy.

She was the...

sweetest of the two sisters.

What else can you say

about Wendy, Hamish?

Well...

she had great head.

Does that hurt, Hamish?

Do you know

how much Wendy hurt?

Come on, Hamish.

What, no fight left?

Come on!

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