Texas Chainsaw 3D Page #4

For years

I suspected something,

but I never knew for sure

about Jed

until about four months ago

when Verna,

who was very sick,

presented him to me.

A grown man, huge,

but mentally stunted.

With emotions of

an eight-year-old.

Frankly, he scared

the sh*t out of me.

Why'd she keep him?

Nobody loves you like your family, I guess.

She preserved you, too.

She investigated everyone

who was involved with the...

August 19th.

Found you right away.

And she let me live

with those people?

You were safer there.

And she knew there would always come a day.

Jed knows

about you, too.

That was some welcome.

He doesn't know

who you are.

And the last time

a girl got away,

Jed lost his whole family.

So, he'll stay after you.

He doesn't know any better.

Burt Hartman, too.

After reading

that police file,

you know this town's

dirty little secret.

Burt. Burt!

Yeah!

Let me through.

Let's go. I'm getting you out of here.

Move!

Hey!

Out of my way!

What's your problem?

Use the back door.

Yeah, take it!

Burt.

I got her, Burt!

She's right here.

You going somewhere,

precious?

Huh?

Oh.

She cut me. Burt!

That little b*tch.

She won't get far,

that's for sure.

Come on.

Get up now!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

What's going on?

Burt Hartman and his guys,

they beat up my lawyer

at the bar.

And they're after me.

Okay, come on.

Let's give you a ride.

We have to stop at the bar.

We have to go back.

Okay.

There he is.

That's Farnsworth.

That's the place!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

That's the bar! Stop!

Let me out!

What are you doing?

Stop the f***ing car!

What are you doing?

Sawyer girl's loose.

She's headed towards town.

Yeah, yeah. I got her.

She's in the back.

What do you want me

to do with her?

Tell you what,

take her up to the

slaughterhouse and hold her.

I'm dealing with Ollie.

She sliced him good.

Just give me

a few minutes.

Okay.

You got it, Dad.

That's your f***ing dad?

F***ing stop the car!

Let me out!

Open the door, you liar!

Okay, Marvin,

do you copy?

We have the girl

from the Carson house.

Come on, Marvin, pick up.

Are you there?

Come on, Marvin.

That you, Marvin?

If you can hear me,

then meet us out

at the slaughterhouse.

Sheriff, I represent

Verna Carson's estate

and her granddaughter,

Heather.

Well, at this very moment,

she's in the back of

one of your police cars

against her will

heading out of town,

out past Johnny B. Red's.

All right, come with me.

She's headed out

Highway 28.

There's nothing

out there.

Oh, sh*t. I know where he's headed.

You know,

I thought you were

pretty cute.

So you're a Hartman, huh?

Yep.

Whoa!

I'm a Sawyer.

Please stop!

Quit it!

Don't tempt me.

You should feel right at

home in this nasty place.

Your family used to

work this shithole.

We'll take it from here.

No place for a cop, son.

It's me!

It's Heather!

It's your cousin!

It's me! I'm Heather!

Please, it's Heather!

Come here.

You remember me?

Come on, Ollie. Let's feed

his ass to the shark. Move!

Hit him, Burt.

Come here!

Move your big ass!

Get up there!

You about to die,

motherf***er.

Move!

I'm gonna end the whole

Sawyer bloodline tonight.

You and your

pretty b*tch cousin.

Atta boy, Burt.

Hit him again.

Motherf***er,

you're about to die, boy.

Go get that chain, Ollie.

All right. I'll get it, Burt.

Grotesque excuse

for a man.

You're not gonna

get off that easy, boy.

I'm gonna enjoy this sh*t,

you hear me?

Hurry up, Ollie.

I got it.

Give me that.

You're about to get chewed

up like a f***ing cow!

Fit for a pig meal,

is what you'll be.

Turn it on, Ollie and

fire it up. Let's go.

All right, Burt.

I'm on it!

Bet your ass, boy.

I'm gonna enjoy watching you get chewed up.

You son of a b*tch.

This is my town,

you f***ing cockroach.

She rolling, Burt!

Out of all you Sawyers,

all you sick fucks,

the only one that gets out of the fire

is a f***ing retard?

How the f***

did that happen?

You remember me?

You got nine lives?

Are you a cat?

You came back.

But you're gonna die today,

you motherf***er,

just like your daddy.

Your day has come!

Hey!

F***er!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh-ho.

Look who's back.

That's right.

Do your thing, coz.

You cockroach.

B*tch, you're dead now.

I will f*** you up,

you hear me?

You piece of

f***ing trash.

Oh, thank God, Hooper!

Shoot him!

Come on, shoot him!

Shoot him!

Don't shoot!

Hooper!

Take him out!

Shoot the f***.

Kill him!

Pull the trigger,

you weak son of a b*tch!

He's gonna kill me!

Oh, God!

Don't shoot him!

Hooper!

Finish what we started!

Can't get around

the Good Book, Burt.

Clean this sh*t up.

Dearest Granddaughter.

This home and all it

comes with, is now yours.

Just know that these gifts

come with certain burdens.

Your real name is

Edith Rose Sawyer.

Farnsworth was

instructed to give you

a set of keys to the manor.

The large key opens the

fortified door to the wine cellar.

There you will discover

a metal door.

Behind it

lives your cousin,

Jedidiah Sawyer,

your only remaining

blood relative.

He's family-bound

and will protect you.

He simply requires

your care in return.

Edith, you are the last

of my line of Sawyer.

My blood runs through you.

The decision to stay

is yours.

Just remember,

you're a Sawyer

and this is home.

Now, it's your time.

Now remember, you tell her

that you love her.

For this kind of money,

I almost do.

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