Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D

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They're trying

to kill me!

They are crazy!

Just calm down, Sally.

You're safe now.

Can you tell me

what happened?

We ran out of gas.

Kirk went for help.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Kirk!

Kirk?

Jerry!

Jerry!

Sally, I hear something.

Stop! Stop!

No! Please! Please!

Please! Please stop!

Give me that hammer!

Sheriff, we've got

the victim's statement.

She's en route

to the hospital.

What's your 20?

- On Quick Hill Road.

- Headed out there now.

in case there's

any others still alive.

I'm only two minutes

behind you and I'm closing.

All right,

step on it, Marvin.

Sheriff,

that family is likely armed.

You gonna wait for backup?

I can't wait.

I'm going in now.

I swear to God.

Come on, let's go.

Sh*t.

Sheriff wants an ambulance

to 647 Quick Hill Road.

You copy?

Drayton?

You know why I'm here!

Come out and

bring your son, Jed.

Hands high

above your heads.

I ain't leavin', Drayton.

I have a girl says you

butchered her friends.

No one's turning

a blind eye to this.

He's protecting the house

and the family.

Yeah, well that ain't the way I heard it.

Oh, damn it.

Come on out here!

Look, I ain't waiting

out here all day.

I'll call in the Staties,

if that's what you want.

Send the boy out, Drayton!

Look, this don't have to get

no uglier than it already is.

F***ers ain't getting

anybody in this family.

You don't wanna

make it worse.

I ain't leaving

without the boy, Drayton.

- We're Sawyers!

- Hell, yeah!

What's it gonna be?

You do what

you have to do, Sheriff!

Send the boy out!

Give him the boy.

He's simple anyway.

He's family.

We're gonna send out Jed.

All right. Send him.

Hold it up, Marvin.

And he gets a good lawyer!

Agreed.

You did it now, boy!

You let that

b*tch meat get away.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on out, Sawyer!

Give us that retard!

There's more!

Them ain't cops.

Get back here, Drayton!

We got trouble!

All right, just stay back

now, Burt. I got this.

We're here to back you up.

Yeah, you can start by getting

everybody back in their cars

and high-tailing it

outta here.

Let's go, boys!

Lynch these son of a b*tches.

I've got

control of this.

He's bringing

the boy out, okay?

What are we

doing there, Sheriff?

Kick his ass out!

Look, he's bringing

his son out here.

Bring him out!

Light 'em up, Ollie!

Special delivery!

No!

Motherfuckers!

Hell, yeah.

Sawyer bonfire.

This is on you, Burt.

Eye for an eye, Sheriff.

Can't get around

the Good Book.

Helluva job, boys!

Whoo!

When they're charred,

they're hard to find.

Ah, hell.

Hey, Burt!

Yeah?

Looky here.

I'm hanging this bad boy

over the bar.

This baby's coming home

with me.

We gonna be heroes.

Son of a b*tch.

Help us.

Yeah. Yeah.

Come here.

Come on. Come here. Come on.

Come on. Let her go. Let her go.

Come on.

Yeah. Yeah.

I got her.

Everything's okay.

Shh! Shh!

It's okay.

Hey, Gavin, where've you been? What is...

Oh, my God.

It's a baby.

Found her.

Brought her out through the woods.

Gavin!

Come on, man, we're gonna be in the paper.

Yeah, man,

I'll be right there.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on now,

you're gonna miss it!

Gavin...

Come on!

She's been burned.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, brother!

Be right there,

my man!

We're gonna

keep her, right?

I got her

for you, Arlene.

You never know

how you look

till you get

that picture took.

I'll be right back.

Come on,

what were you thinking?

Hey. He was Ryan's idea.

I warned you.

Well, next time your raunchy-ass

boyfriend tries to stick me

with one of his

high school band buddies,

kiss him for me.

What?

I like him.

He was pretty cool.

We started talking and he

made these incredible crepes.

Amazing.

He's got this thing

about becoming a chef.

And there's actually a lot

more to him than meets the eye.

So, do you think

you can handle this

four-day road trip

with him to New Orleans?

I am way ahead of you, girl.

He even volunteered to drive.

Seriously? Wow.

Hell, yeah!

- I was talking to...

- Hey, Nikki!

Bobby wants you

back at your register.

All right. I'm gonna go work

on my Halloween costume.

And I don't mean scary.

Nikki digs your old

high school friend.

Something about crepes?

That's Kenny's

signature move.

Nikki had no chance.

I thought we weren't gonna

bring our work home with us.

You think I'm cracked?

No. But you might wanna

broaden your extracurriculars.

Get over here

and tear this up.

I'm not up

for a bruising.

I wasn't

talking about the bag.

Neither was I.

I love your

crazy little birthmark.

F***.

Who is that?

Sh*t. That, it might be my contract.

I'm coming!

It's for you.

Me?

Some law office

in Dallas, yeah.

My grandmother died

three weeks ago.

I thought all your

grandparents were dead.

So did I.

I just wanted to

have a child.

Enough. Enough! I wanted

to have a child so bad

and I couldn't!

Enough, Arlene. Enough!

Why couldn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Your mother has

a defective uterus?

She wanted a kid.

End of story.

So what? We're not

good enough for you now?

I didn't say that.

I just wanna know where I

came from and who I came from.

Well, we're the ones

that raised you.

And you were

damn lucky, I'd say.

Those people were...

I can't even put

that into words.

Shut up, Arlene.

There are no words

for that, Heather.

Shut up!

You came from

a sh*t heap.

There.

Now you know.

If I'd had half a mind,

I'd've left you there.

I'm out! I'm done.

Don't even think

about going down there!

Heather!

Heather.

Heather.

You go down there,

you're gonna bring

trouble on us.

What are you

talking about?

Trust me.

Newt, Texas is the last place you wanna be.

How'd it go?

Like sh*t.

your parents have been

lying to you your whole life.

Baby, I'm sorry.

I was adopted.

I never felt right

about them.

I'm gonna go pack.

For Texas, not New Orleans. Wait.

Hold on. No, Ryan. I have to go.

Wait. Wait, just listen to me, please.

Hey.

Oh. Ryan called us.

Kenny!

That's really cool art.

See, I kind of figured

you'd wanna deal with

your grandmother's

stuff so...

So, knowing how

hard-headed you are,

we have decided

to come with you.

Really?

You guys would do that?

Are you kidding me?

Come here. Of course!

Come on. You're our girl.

Listen, I wasn't gonna

send you to some

cousin-f*** town

all alone.

I don't mind

driving to Texas.

I hear they got

great barbecue.

So, maybe so,

maybe no?

All right.

Sounds like a plan.

- Let's do this.

- Oh, yeah.

What! What!

Texas, here we come!

Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me?

Jesus Christ.

Go, go!

F***.

What'd you get?

All this.

You like? 'Cause it was, like, 25 bucks.

Get out.

That's a rip-off.

Don't worry about it, honey.

It's on your credit card.

Oh, yeah? Well, that's okay. You know why?

Because...

Kenny paid for the gas. What?

What the...

Give me that.

How'd you get that, man? Oh, Kenny.

Don't cry. It's okay. Let's go, baby.

- Ready?

- Baby, let's go.

What was that?

Jesus, dude,

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