The Devil's Rejects Page #3

Oh... hi.

Hi. I'm gonna have to

be taking your car today.

See, I have some

top-secret clown business

that supersedes any plans that you

might have for this here vehicle.

What's that about clown business?

Do I stutter, b*tch?

Jamie, get in the car.

Lock the door.

Where the hell you going?

Damn it.

Don't you never turn your back

on a f***ing clown

- when he's talking to you!

- Get your f***ing hands off of me!

What's the matter, kid?

Don't you like clowns?

Why? Don't we

make you laugh?

Aren't we f***ing funny?

You best come up with an answer

'cause I'm gonna come back here

and check on you and your mama.

If you ain't got a reason

why you hate clowns,

I'm gonna kill your

whole f***ing family.

All right, now get

your f***ing ass out the car!

Go on!

Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Sh*t! Woo!

Chinese, Japanese,

dirty knees, look at these.

Chinese, Japanese,

dirty knees, look at these.

Chinese, Japanese,

dirty knees, look at these.

Hoss, are you staring

at my sister thinking bad thoughts?

No.

Why not? You a f*ggot?

No.

Well, what are you?

I mean, you got this hot piece of ass

shaking her sh*t right

in front of you

and you're not getting any ideas?

What do you call that?

I'm a married man.

A married f***ing man.

Hey, that's just great!

Let's give him a big round

of applause, folks, for the married man!

- Come on!

Woo! Married man!

All right. Wow.

Okay, Mama,

front and center, on your feet.

Don't hurt her.

Get on your feet.

Come on.

Let's go.

Please, mister,

this is insane.

Boy... the next word

that comes outta your mouth

better be some brilliant

f***ing Mark Twain sh*t,

'cause it's definitely getting

chiseled on your tombstone.

Okay, come on, Mama.

Take that sh*t off,

let's see what's been holding Hoss's

balls at attention all these years.

What?

What? Take off your clothes,

or one of these a**holes

is going to die.

Come on, come on.

Sh*t, way to go, Roy!

She ain't too bad.

She got a tight

little ass on her!

And she got some

child-rearing hips.

Huh, yeah, hey.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Here, ooh, Jeez.

Roy, beginning to see what you mean.

Whoa.

Please don't hurt me.

You like this, don't ya?

Say "Yes, I do. "

You like that, don't ya?

Say "Yes, I do. "

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do.

Yes, I... I do.

Okay.

Okay, now.

Give me some sugar.

Make it sweet.

Don't want me to tense

up my trigger finger.

My finger's getting tense...

I want you to say,

"You're the almighty devil,

and I want you to make me

my filthy whore. "

Come on, say it.

I know it.

I know you're

feeling it. Say it.

You're... the...

almighty... devil

and I want you...

to make me your... f***ing whore.

You make me sick.

Woo-hoo!

I feel like we're all really getting

to know each other now.

All right, ladies.

Me and the boys have an errand to run.

We'll be back

in a little while.

Come on, Hoss,

move it.

Come on, sh*t stain!

Gotta go!

Come on!

God damn it!

Authorities struggle to

comprehend the grizzly remains found

in what is now being called the most

heinous crime in American history.

The group responsible

for these murders

is now being referred to as "The Devil's

Rejects" by the local media.

A woman known only

as "Mother Firefly"

was taken into

police custody today

after a violent

gun battle with police

that left four officers

dead and seven wounded.

I'm Derek Sanderson

bringing the world

to your doorstep.

Open the gate.

Ma'am...

my name is Sheriff

John Quincey Wydell.

Let's see

who we got here.

Miss Gloria Teasdale,

alias Eve Wilson,

alias Southern Betty Woods...

Betsy Woods.

And of course,

alias Mother Firefly.

You can read.

Congratulations.

Four counts,

grand theft auto.

Five counts,

armed robbery.

What's this?

Looks like your specialty...

17 counts, solicitation

and prostitution.

You've been one busy whore.

I bet them old farmboys love you.

Everyone loves me.

Don't you pretend...

you don't fancy me.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I find you quite irresistible.

- Dobson.

- Yes, sir.

- Put them books over there.

- Got it.

Ma'am, you recognize

these books, here?

Yeah.

Oh! Ain't she an angel?

Well, she gonna be one dead angel

when I catch up to her...

you, your whole clan,

you dead already.

You're just ghosts,

just waiting to expire.

The way I figure it,

only choice you got

is to cooperate

and tell me where they are.

That way your little

angel over there

don't have to die like no dog

in the streets when I catch her.

- Are you done trying to scare me?

- No, ma'am.

With God as my witness...

I have only just begun.

Oh... Sheriff...

can I show you something?

I'll need this book here.

I did never...

get around to putting these

in the book proper.

And I thought...

you might enjoy them.

Oh... you know...

he was a real sweetie pie.

Tall...

big moustache...

bald head...

You know,

I feel contrite

about blowing

his brains out,

'cause he seemed

like such a nice man.

I think...

he said... his name

was also Wydell.

Was he kin to you?

Listen to me,

you gonna listen to me good.

I'm going to kill every

member of your family.

I am gonna hunt them down

like animals and skin 'em alive.

They are gonna feel the pain

and suffering of every last victim.

They're gonna crawl on their hands

and knees and beg me for mercy,

but all I'm gonna

have for 'em is pain.

You're dead!

You go get 'em, Sheriff!

Go get your ghost!

Them ghosts is gonna

crawl right up

in your h-e-e-e-ead!

You found yourself into something

you ain't never getting out of!

We'll get ya!

We'll... get ya!

We'll get ya!

You're dead, Sheriff!

You're dead!

I'll see you

in f***ing hell!

Hey, Hoss,

you like this song?

Do you like this song?

I don't know.

Yeah, I guess so.

Oh, really?

- Which way?

- Take a right.

You like that Top 40 sh*t?

I thought you

were like some kinda

true-blue-balls-earnest-kill-'em

country f***er.

You're nothing but a city f*ggot

with a cowboy hat.

Stop here.

Okay, get out.

This way.

Follow the yellow brick road.

That's right.

Go on.

You know, Hoss,

if I'm not mistaken,

I think I can smell your wife's

p*ssy-stink on my gun.

Hope it doesn't rust the barrel.

Oh, man.

You know, the stress

of the day is really setting in on me.

You guys happen to know how a guy

like me could relieve some tension?

Ah, maybe... I think

your wife Wendy, boy,

looks like she could

relieve some tension.

- Mister, where we going?

- Those little titties...

we're going down

the road here.

Those little titties,

she's got a tight little ass.

Does she like it

when you puke?

Is that part of your deal?

Where you taking us?

Well, I guess, it wouldn't

do no harm to tell you none.

We're gonna go dig up some guns

I buried out here a couple years ago.

- Then what?

- Well, there ain't no "what. "

That's the end of the road.

What?

- You're not gonna kill us, are you?

- Killing sounds so permanent.

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