The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Page #4

SHERIF HOYT:

Take the gun.

Take the gun and show me how she did it.

Come on.

Take the gun.

Take the gun and show me.

Take the goddamn gun!

Is that how she did it?

MORGAN:

Yes. Yes, sir.

SHERIF HOYT:

You're a f***ing liar.

There ain't no hole in the bottom of her chin. I looked.

She stuck the goddamn weapon into her mouth. Didn't she?

Show me how she did it.

MORGAN:

Please...

SHERIF HOYT:

Do it!

Show me.

MORGAN:

Please, please, please, please, please don't...

SHERIF HOYT:

That a boy. There you go.

And then what did she do?

MORGAN:

She shot herself.

SHERIF HOYT:

You ain't lying to me again, are you? Because I have never seen a weapon go off without somebody's fingon the f***ing trigger.

ERIN:

Morgan, what's going on?

You OK?

SHERIF HOYT:

You girls stay in the dirt till I tell you different.

MORGAN:

You mother f***er!

Get on the f***ing floor!

I said get on the floor!

ERIN:

What the hell are you doing?

SHERIF HOYT:

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

ERIN:

Morgan, please, please. Just please put the gun down, OK? Please don't do it.

PEPPER:

Oh, my God. Morgan.

MORGAN:

You lyin' f***!

SHERIF HOYT:

You could kill me right now, get out of here scot-free, couldn't you?

ERIN:

Morgan, please, just put it down.

SHERIF HOYT:

He shoots me, you're accomplices to murder!

ERIN:

Morgan... Please. Please! Come on!

PEPPER:

Morgan! Damn!

F***ing shoot him!

ERIN:

Morgan, put the gun down.

PEPPER:

Morgan shoot him!

ERIN:

Don't f***ing do it please!

SHERIF HOYT:

You don't have the f***ing balls, do you?

Pull the f***ing trigger!

MORGAN:

F*** you!

SHERIF HOYT:

Well, well, well. Looky here.

PEPPER:

Oh, my God, Morgan.

SHERIF HOYT:

We got ourselves a killer, only this time, you killed a Sheriff.

I ought to blow your f***ing brains out right now, a**hole.

Get out of the van.

Get out.

Get out of the van.

PEPPER:

Morgan.

ERIN:

Where are you taking him?

PEPPER:

What are you doing?

ERIN:

Where are you taking him? Jesus Christ!

SHERIF HOYT:

Get the f*** away from me!

MORGAN:

Man, this is bullshit.

I have rights.

SHERIF HOYT:

Yeah, you got rights, OK.

Where was y'all headed?

MORGAN:

Dallas... for a Skynyrd concert.

SHERIF HOYT:

Skynyrd? Hell,

I like Skynyrd.

By God, how about that? We got something in common, don't we?

Ha ha ha.

Well, what are you gonna do with your tickets now, hot shot?

MORGAN:

You can have them.

SHERIF HOYT:

Is that bribery?

Oh, that was really rude, wasn't it?

Oh, look at you.

How about that?

Look at that sh*t.

We got something else in common now.

Ha ha ha. See that?

Get on over to the damn Crawford Mill.

Those 2 fillies are good to go.

ERIN:

Sh*t.

PEPPER:

What do you think he's doing to Morgan?

ERIN:

I don't want to think about it, OK?

Oh, sh*t!

Pepper, I need you to hold that light really steady.

Can you do that?

PEPPER:

Where'd you learn how to do that?

ERIN:

In juvie. They call my youth misspent.

PEPPER:

Oh, thank God.

SHERIF HOYT:

Get out of the car.

MORGAN:

Where are we?

SHERIF HOYT:

That's none of your goddamn business, f*ggot!

Just get out of the goddamn car!

You kids shouldn't have messed with that little girl.

You brought this all on yourself.

Now get the hell in the house!

ERIN:

Come on, please.

PEPPER:

Come on.

ERIN:

Come on.

PEPPER:

Come on, Erin. Come on!

ERIN:

Yes!

PEPPER:

Yes!

Go, go, go!

ERIN:

Aah! Go! Go!

ERIN:

RUN, Pepper!

Pepper!

Run!

No! No, Pepper!

ERIN:

Please! Please!

Please let me in!

Please! Help me, please!

Come on. Come on.

HENRIETTA:

Why don't you have a seat?

TEA LADY:

It's OK. Sit down.

HENRIETTA:

Have a seat.

ERIN:

Turn that thing off!

He's gonna f***ing hear us!

HENRIETTA:

There's nothing a good old cup of tea won't settle.

TEA LADY:

Nobody's gonna come through that door.

ERIN:

I really need to use your phone.

HENRIETTA:

We don't have one.

TEA LADY:

Phones are a hassle.

ERIN:

No! Don't you get it?

He's gonna kill you. He's gonna kill all of us.

HENRIETTA:

Oh, no, he won't.

ERIN:

Yes, he will.

HENRIETTA:

He knows better than to be messing around here.

Everyone around here knows that... poor sweet boy.

TEA LADY:

Sweet boy.

HENRIETTA:

He's no harm. He always keeps to himself.

Skin disease.

He was just a little boy when it started.

Didn't you look at his face?

ERIN:

I couldn't.

I couldn't look at him.

HENRIETTA:

Oh, sweetie. Here.

Here. It's just... just right.

Come drink some before it gets cold.

ERIN:

You have no idea.

HENRIETTA:

Hush now.

ERIN:

I don't want to drink any more tea!

I just need a phone!

HENRIETTA:

Now you see what you've done?

TEA LADY:

Oh. Ha ha... That wasn't a good idea.

HENRIETTA:

Now, drink up your tea. It'll help you relax. I'll be right back.

TEA LADY:

You're a little tense.

You should relax.

HENRIETTA:

I got to go.

You OK, child?

You don't look so good.

ERIN:

I thought you said you didn't have a phone.

HENRIETTA:

It's OK.

It's all right.

ERIN:

That's not your baby.

You stole her!

HENRIETTA:

She's mine.

TEA LADY:

Oh, my. Oh, my, my, my, my, my.

HENRIETTA:

Everything's gonna be fine real soon.

I promise.

LUDA MAE:

Give her some room.

MONTY HEWITT:

Maybe she'd like to stay for supper.

LUDA MAE:

Messed up everything already.

Stop bothering her.

JEDIDIAH:

Grandma!

Let me in now!

LUDA MAE:

You best stay out there with them dogs till you learn how to play by the rules.

SHERIF HOYT:

You're not going nowhere, honey.

ERIN:

Please. Please just let me go.

LUDA MAE:

I know your kind... nothing but cruelty and ridicule for my boy, all the time he was growing up.

Does anybody care about me and my boy?

Huh?

JEDIDIAH:

Don't hurt her!

Please, grandma.

LUDA MAE:

You shut up out there!

ERIN:

Help me! Please!

Make them stop!

SHERIF HOYT:

Looky, mama.

She likes me.

ERIN:

What's wrong with you f***ing people?

SHERIF HOYT:

Nothing wrong with us.

LUDA MAE:

Tommy.

ERIN:

Help me, please!

LUDA MAE:

Thomas Brown Hewitt, you get in here right now!

ERIN:

No! No!

LUDA MAE:

Get her out of my sight.

ERIN:

No! Please! No!

Please!

MONTY HEWITT:

Will you cut out that racket?

LUDA MAE:

Here's your pants.

SHERIF HOYT:

Thank you.

ERIN:

No!

Oh, my God.

ANDY:

Uh... Erin...

I can't...

Erin, no. No.

ERIN:

OK.

Lift your body.

Lift your body up.

ANDY:

Stop!

ERIN:

Push!

ANDY:

Stop!

ERIN:

Lift your...

Lift your body.

ANDY:

AHH:

ERIN:

Sorry.

ANDY:

Erin, I'm dead.

Please finish it.

You can do it.

ERIN:

I can't.

I can't. I can't.

I can't.

ANDY:

There's a knife.

Erin...

Erin...

Do it.

Do it.

Do it!

ERIN:

I can't do it.

ANDY:

Do it!

Do it. Do it.

ERIN:

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

ERIN:

Morgan, it's me!

MORGAN:

Help me!

ERIN:

Morgan, it's Erin.

Morgan, it's me.

It's Erin.

It's Erin.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Morgan.

JEDIDIAH:

Over here.

We got to go.

Go now!

Now!

ERIN:

OK, Morgan, come on.

Morgan, get up.

JEDIDIAH:

Over here.

ERIN:

Let's go. Walk.

We need you to lead us.

JEDIDIAH:

Run! Faster! Hurry!

ERIN:

Let's go!

JEDIDIAH:

Run! Fast!

Run for it!

ERIN:

Come on, Morgan!

JEDIDIAH:

We got to go!

ERIN:

Keep going!

Keep going! Hurry!

JEDIDIAH:

Come on! Don't let him get you!

Come on!

Get up there!

ERIN:

Come on!

JEDIDIAH:

Go! Go! I'll be fine.

ERIN:

Come on, Morgan!

Come on!

Morgan, the couch!

The couch!

No!

Come on!

This way!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Come on.

No!

Aah! No!

Stop! No! Please! No!

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