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
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.
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,
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...
in the book proper.
And I thought...
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,
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.
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?
we're going down
the road here.
Those little titties,
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?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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