The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning Page #2

Look, you do something long enough,

eventually you start to like it.

Hah!

B*tch. Scared the titties right off her.

God damn it.

Broke my mirror.

You think the girls

are gonna be all right

Driving back alone

after they drop us off?

Oh, I'm not worried about them, Dean.

Are you sure you got nothing to tell me?

Can we go?

You all right?

Yeah... let's just go.

You didn't even buy anything, baby.

Yeah, it was... it was nothing

like the one in California.

I guess we'll just have to

go back to that one then.

What are you doing, man?

What the hell are you

doing? I'm not going, Eric.

What do you mean, you're not going?

I'm not going, Eric!

You think I don't

hear you at night, man,

In your sleep, wailing from

what you've done over there?

Now, how could you want that for me?

I'm glad Dad's not here to see this.

What, his son the coward?

Well, guess what,

Eric, I am not like you!

All right?

I am not ready for this

sh*t! I have no problem

With the Vietcong over

in Vietnam or whatever...

What the hell do you think

I'm going back for, huh?

I'm going back for you! Stop it!

You think you're the only

one who's ever been scared?

You think I wasn't scared?

You think I'm still not scared?

Shut up!

What does she want?

Pull over! Pull over!

Oh God. Jesus Christ, don't pull over!

Sh*t, she's got a gun, Eric.

Eric!

Shut up! Stay calm.

What are we gonna do?

Eric, she's pulling...

Oh my God!

Look out!

God...

Chrissie.

Buddy, Dean, Deano...

I'm gonna get you help.

I'm gonna find Chrissie.

Chrissie!

Wow, man, I am impressed.

Y'all are tougher than I

thought. What do you want from us?

Oh... everything.

How about we get this robbery

thing out of the way, huh?

F***.

You play along, and I won't have to

kill this f***ing cop or you. Get up!

I'm glad you're here, officer.

Oh, I just bet you are.

Whoa!

Sir.

You sit down and you stay right there.

You kids okay?

Why don't you step out of

the car, if you don't mind?

He shot her! He shot her! She

can't move, sir. She needs help.

Sir, I can't find my girlfriend.

Get a grip on yourself, son.

Sir, I can't find...

Now, that was for your own good.

Okay, come on kids. Let's

get out of the car now.

Sir, she's... she's really badly hurt.

Right, well okay, kids.

I'm gonna ask you nicely one more time.

Get out of the f***in' car or I'm

gonna blow your f***in' head off.

Come on, you can make it. Ooh-Ee!

You kids must have been hauling ass.

Look at the f***ing mess you made.

Hey....

There ain't no fire in this accident.

Which one of you a**holes

burned his draft card?

Get on over here, boys.

Come on, get over here. No.

God damn it, get over here!

Which one of you boys'

name is Dean Hill?

Honey, you're name ain't Dean, is it?

I am, sir...

I'm Dean.

Well, hey, dean. Good to meet you.

You kids took one

Big, nasty, giant sh*t

Right in my backyard.

Now we do know that you're

a coward, right, Dean?

I'm gonna to give you

a chance to die a hero.

All right, get her

in there, God damn it.

I'm starting to think you

like wasting my time, blondie.

Hurry up!

I saw Chrissie. You did?

She's okay. Just don't say anything.

Where is she? Shut up.

Hey, Monty, come pick

up this damn wreck.

It's about a quarter mile

south of Hodd's place.

There's a motorcycle too.

Is having a dead biker chick ride

shotgun proper police procedure, sir?

Honey, if that was your mama,

Would you want me to stick her

in the trunk like a dead animal?

I just think this is bullshit.

You got something to say about

this bullshit, do you, Dean?

No, sir.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Dean?

Where is the gun?

You look through all

this sh*t on the road?

Is that how we agreed you'd address

me over official FCC airwaves?

No, "Sheriff."

Oh...

Pretty little rascal, ain't you?

And what brings you kids here?

Sir, we were just passing through,

On my way to reenlist, sir.

You look kind of young to me.

Where was you stationed?

Vietnam, sir.

Vietnam. Really?

You kill any commies?

Uh, a handful of gooks, sir.

Where are you taking us?

Where are you taking us, sir?

How was it over there?

Well, it's a... it's

a different culture.

But you'd be amazed at the things

you get used to over there, sir.

You don't say.

This the sheriff station?

No, it's Mama's house.

Oh! Don't even think about it here.

What are we gonna do?

I'm gonna kill this motherf***er.

Hey!

You kids best not be making a mess

in my car or you'll clean it up.

He knows, Eric. What?

He knows you're not me.

No, he doesn't, Dean. Hey, Tommy!

Stay the course. We're out here!

Come on, boy, get over here!

What is that? Get the

lead out of your ass!

Come on, big guy!

What is that?

Go ahead, get her on out of there.

Come on, private!

Oh my God.

I'm gonna get us out of here, okay?

Dean! Stay with me!

I need you to be a soldier.

People are gonna come

looking for 'em, I know it.

You have made a big mistake!

Boy, are you dumb.

Nobody's gonna miss those

creatures, not one person.

Not now, not when they gone.

Let's see. Anything in here?

A bunch of sh*t.

Oh...

You little bastard, I know

you've got more in there.

Come on, Tommy, ain't no

different than the slaughterhouse.

Meat's meat, bones bones.

Get it done.

My daddy always told me

That if you want to be a good farmer

you gotta keep your livestock clean.

Clean goat is a happy goat.

What the hell do you want from us, man?

Are you happy yet?

Hey!

H... hey, help us. Help us down, please.

I don't get involved in his affairs. No.

Please, help me.

Please, please.

I didn't know. Didn't know what?

I didn't know you were

going back there for me.

Let's figure out how to

get out of here, Dean.

By God, I'm gonna make

a soldier out of you yet!

No! Please, please!

Are you ashamed of your country, Dean?

No, please! No!

What do you think, soldier?

What would be the proper

punishment for treason?

Just please let him go, sir. No!

I can't make out a word you're

saying, you know it, a**hole?

You're killing him, sir! Please!

No no no! Please, sir!

Ain't nothing I hate worse than

a draft-Dodging hippie protester.

I'm Dean!

It was my draft card!

It was my draft card!

It was my draft card!

And you'd just stand

here and let him die.

Sir, could you let him breathe, please?

Please, can you let him breathe?

My apologies. Eric!

Oh sh*t!

Well, so now you want to

play soldier. Is that it?

Your brother saved your life.

I'm gonna f***ing cut your head off.

Yeah, you just keep

sweet-Talking me, dumpling.

Help me!

Back in 1952, Korean War,

Yours truly was a P.O.W.

That's "prisoner of war" for you,

And I know what in the

hell I'm talking about.

Back in those days

there wasn't no rules.

No regulations like there are today.

You got captured, you had two choices:

You starve to death or survive.

Now, you had to eat.

Rations were scarce.

So, well, about once a week

Some poor soul was chosen.

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