The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

NARRATOR:

The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of 5 youths. It is all the more tragic in that they were young, but had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected, nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day.

For them, an idyllic summer afternoon became a nightmare.

For 30 years, the files collected dust in the cold-cases division of the Travis County Police Department. Over 1,300 pieces of evidence were collected from the crime scene at the Hewitt residence. Yet none of the evidence was more compelling than the classified police footage of the crime-scene walk-through.

POLICE OFFICER:

Test, test, test. OK, uh... this is August 20, 1973. The time is 3:47 p.m. Our location is the Hewitt residence on Route 17.

That's where victim one was found. We're gonna do a walk-through, and we're now descending the stairs into the furnace room.

Uh... There's... Over here. There's scratch marks along the wall. There's some more over here, right along here. And... oh, There's something over here. It seems like... It looks like a clot of hair and an embedded fingernail.

All right, we're gonna go move into the actual furnace room.

NARRATOR:

The events of that day were to lead to one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history... the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

KEMPER:

Hold on! Hold on! Don't let go! Not yet! Not yet!

Yeah! Now! Now! Let go!

ERIN:

Big wheels keep on turning

MORGAN:

Would somebody please make her stop singing?

ERIN:

Carry me home to see my kin

KEMPER:

I think you got a beautiful voice, baby.

ERIN:

Thank you.

MORGAN:

Ha!

MUSIC:

I miss Alabamy once again and I think it's a sin, yes

PEPPER:

Can you believe... we didn't even know each other yesterday?

ANDY:

I know. It's just amazing.

PEPPER & ANDY

Mmm! (Kiss)

MORGAN:

You know what's even more amazing?

Hello?

Hello?

What are you, like at a pause or half-time?

OK, the fact that are infected with a sexually-transmitted disease, and two-thirds of them are just about your age.

ERIN:

Ha ha!

KEMPER:

Hey, Morgan. How are you the expert on the dumbest sh*t?

MUSIC:

Sweet home Alabama Lord, I'm coming home to you

PEPPER:

What are the odds of you guys passing through El Paso

just as I started to hitch?

I mean, it's like... synchronicity.

It's like L.S.D. It's like this sh*t does not just happen.

ERIN:

Oh, baby, they got to play "Free Bird."

KEMPER:

Oh, they have to. We paid a fortune for these tickets.

ANDY:

Yo, Kemp, can you do something about the A.C. back here? I'm melting.

KEMPER:

No.

But if you or Pepper get too hot, you could always

take your clothes off.

ANDY:

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

ERIN:

You are such a perv.

Don't listen to him, Pepper.

PEPPER:

Why not?

I think he's funny.

ERIN:

She's only known you for 19 hours.

I've lived with him for 3 years, and trust me, he is not funny.

KEMPER:

Morgan, hey, let me see that.

MORGAN:

Careful, man.

KEMPER:

Thank you. I think I can manage, college boy.

Here.

ERIN:

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm nauseous.

MORGAN:

Montezuma's revenge. I was like Erin... "Don't drink the water down there."

ERIN:

I didn't.

KEMPER:

And she didn't drink the tequila, she didn't drink the weed... smoke the weed.

PEPPER, ANDY & MORGAN

"Laughs"

ERIN:

Well, maybe I didn't go to Mexico to watch you get sh*t-faced for 4 days.

KEMPER:

That is what people do when they go to Mexico. What did you expect?

ERIN:

I don't know. A tear-cut diamond ring that goes right here on my beautiful little finger?

KEMPER:

You're gonna get your ring someday.

ERIN:

I heard that one before.

KEMPER:

Peace offering.

ERIN:

Oops. Oh...

KEMPER:

That was so not cool.

MORGAN:

Guys, relax. It's not like we don't have two pounds of ...

ANDY:

Sh!

KEMPER:

Oh, right.

ERIN:

What did you say?

MORGAN:

I don't remember. I'm sorry.

I got bad brain cells.

ERIN:

Uh, "2 pounds of pot." Does that refresh your memory?

KEMPER:

Don't listen to him. He's baked, and he's stupid.

ERIN:

Baby, will you please tell me that we did not go to Mexico to buy pot?

KEMPER:

We did not go to Mexico to buy pot.

Hey, come on, baby.

Look at me. I am not a dope smuggler, OK?

Tell me how much you love me.

How much?

ERIN:

That much.

KEMPER:

That much?

That much.

ERIN:

This much. That's it. That's it.

KEMPER:

OK.

Give me a kiss.

MORGAN:

Can you drive possibly, please?

ERIN:

Look out!

KEMPER:

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

PEPPER:

You almost hit her.

ANDY:

What the f*** was she doing walking in the middle of the road?

ERIN:

A**hole.

Hello?

Hey, are you OK?

MORGAN:

Boys, that's a bad acid trip walking right there.

ERIN:

Hello? Can you hear us?

PEPPER:

You're gonna get killed doing that.

ERIN:

Kemp, stop the van. F*** that.

MORGAN:

We got a concert to go to.

ANDY:

We're still 3 f***ing hours from Dallas! Where are you going?

MORGAN:

We're getting there.

HITCHHIKER:

I've got to get away.

ERIN:

Hey...

HITCHHIKER:

Just need to get away.

ERIN:

What?

HITCHHIKER:

Got to get away.

ERIN:

From who?

HITCHHIKER:

I want to go home.

ERIN:

OK, we can't leave her out here like this.

Hey, let us help you, OK? Come on. Come on. It's OK.

PEPPER:

It's OK. It's OK, ma'am.

ERIN:

We'll give you a ride, wherever you want to go.

HITCHHIKER:

I want to go home.

ERIN:

OK, we can take you home.

Um... what's your name?

HITCHHIKER:

They're all dead.

MORGAN:

Oh, my God. I am way too stoned for this.

ERIN:

Baby, let's find a hospital, OK?

KEMPER:

You know what? Give me the vaguest idea where there is one, and we'll go there.

PEPPER:

Um... who's dead?

MORGAN:

Kemper, didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick up hitchhikers?

HITCHHIKER:

No. You're going the wrong way.

Stop! You're going the wrong way!

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Hey, hey, hey!

KEMPER:

Jesus Christ.

HITCHHIKER:

Can't go back there... You can't make me go back there. I won't go back there.

ANDY:

Back where?

HITCHHIKER:

He's a bad man.

He's a really bad man.

He's a bad man.

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Oh, my God. Holy Sh*t

HITCHHIKER:

You're all gonna die.

KEMPER:

Drop it. Drop it.

ERIN:

Ahhhhhhh!

ERIN & PEPPER

AHHHHHH!

PEPPER:

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

Let me out! Oh, my God!

KEMPER:

You ok ?

ERIN:

I'm OK. I'm OK.

PEPPER:

Aah! Aah! Oh, my God!

ANDY:

Let me see.

PEPPER:

It's all over me!

ANDY:

It's gone. It's gone. Look.

MORGAN:

I could have f***ing died out there!

KEMPER:

We all could have, Morgan.

Did that just happen? I've never seen anybody die before.

MORGAN:

Yeah, most people never do.

KEMPER:

I really don't see how that's helping us right now, man.

MORGAN:

I don't know why we had to pick her up. Why the f***

did we have to stop?

ERIN:

She needed help!

MORGAN:

A lot of f***ing help we did her!

KEMPER:

Leave her alone.

MORGAN:

F***!

PEPPER:

I just don't understand. Why did she do it? And why did she have to pick us? Why did she have to pick us? Why?

MORGAN:

What are we gonna do?

KEMPER:

I don't know. We're gonna... We're gonna have to

call the cops, I guess.

MORGAN:

Yeah, on the list of bad ideas, that one goes way up there.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, police officer, please, as you inspect the crime scene, which is now our van, please ignore the colorful piata filled with marijuana you may just happen to come across, because it played no part whatsoever

in the demise of this unfortunate young woman.

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