Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III

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Aah!

...which was at first thought

to be the site

of an old cemetery, but proved

to be a dry pond bed

containing the remains

of several dead bodies.

A special forensic team under

direction of the county coroner

has been helicoptered

to the site

to dig out the mass grave

and to try to determine

the victims' cause of death.

We'll bring you

more details...

Stop hiding

underneath those things.

Ryan.

What?

Radio reception's sh*t.

So's our conversation.

You should be washed

in the blood...

If we beat this thing to death,

we're going to get mad, right?

I don't want to fight

anymore, okay?

Me neither.

What's the point?

Once we get to Florida,

you're off to New York,

then it's Air Britannia

all the way, right?

We're over if we fight,

we're over if we don't fight.

I just need some time

on my own, okay?

I wanted you on this trip

so we could enjoy each other,

we could talk.

You mean talk or tiptoe around

the real issue with chit-chat?

Now you sound exactly like

my father. Great.

Hey, turn it up.

We're getting something.

...checkpoint at the site

of the mass grave

has caused the

first-ever traffic jam

in the history of

the interstate.

So if you're

a curious motorist,

be ready to prove

you're not a killer,

or you have to spend the night

with a bunch of dead people.

Stay tuned...

Could be worse.

At least we're not as bad off

as the people in that body pit.

- They were murdered.

- Mmm.

My God, they had

to have been.

They didn't jump in with big

grins and bathing suits.

They ought to fry that sucker

if the find him.

Violence is no answer

to violence.

Welcome to the real world,

Michelle.

One of these days,

you're gonna have to live in it,

no matter where you run.

Welcome to

the red light district.

Are there people

in those bags?

Jeez, looks like we've died

and gone to hell.

...as soon as we

get the details...

Let's not stick around

to meet any of them.

Get your ass down here. Make

sure you're zipped up tight...

The coroner says

they're all toxic.

Roger, I'm coming down.

Wouldn't want to miss

all the poison pigshit.

Oh, sh*t.

We got more

over here, Scotty.

Well, f*** me running.

Flash it before

you dig it out, okay?

Yeah, right.

Be careful of that crap.

Blood poisoning.

Yeah. Gas gangrene,

the coroner said,

just from touching

this sh*t.

Oh God.

Oh man, I think

I'm going to barf.

Not in front

of those news a**holes.

Far side of those trees.

Should've listened to my old man

and went into real estate.

Looks like a pretty advanced

stage of decomposition.

It's like those body pits

we found up near Dong Tre.

Just counting skulls,

I'd say we got

40 or 50 bodies here.

Jesus.

Oh, man.

This is f***ed.

60 or 70 bodies, yes.

It seems that when corpses

lay around like this

for long periods of time

under conditions like these,

they putrefy into

a substance called a dip...

Excuse me, ladies

and gentlemen,

we seem to be

experiencing...

Adipocere, you idiot.

You would know that,

Mr. Pre-med.

Creamy breakdown

of body fat.

Basically, if you're

buried right,

your skin turns

into poison Crisco.

I want to get

out of here.

Uh-huh.

We'll get out of here soon.

Here comes ole deputy dog.

Coming from?

- L.A.

- Going to?

Deland, Florida.

Something wrong

with the airlines?

No, I'm delivering this car

to my father.

Do you want to see

the papers?

No, that's okay, ma'am.

Just hurry along.

What happened here anyway?

None of your

business, son.

Just move along

and keep moving.

Don't stop for nothing

or nobody.

Okay.

- Didn't wanna be on TV anyway.

- Ryan, please.

Now what's

bothering you, Michelle?

I just want to get

this trip over with.

If I drive all night,

I can.

Do you think whoever

did that is still around?

Nah, whoever did that

is long gone.

Sounded like the bodies

were pretty de composed, too.

- You see, what happens is...

- Ryan, please.

Spare me the postmortems.

Looks like we're about here.

- Where?

- The middle of nowhere.

Aah!

Oh my God.

We can't just

leave him here.

I'll take care of it.

- No, no.

- Michelle.

No, it's my fault.

I'll do it.

I'm sorry, little guy.

Ryan...

I can't do it.

Give it to me.

- Thanks for the ride, mister.

- Sure.

- You drive real careful now.

- You bet.

Que pasa?

Looks like we got

some customers, ladies.

You stay right here.

You first.

See if the bathroom's safe

for human use.

Dream on.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Hi.

I got ya.

I got ya good.

Five bucks. It's only five

bucks. It's a good picture.

What do you say? 3.69

just for you. Give ya... 3.69.

No, we're in a hurry. Could

you just fill it up, please?

You're in

a big hurry, huh?

I'm gonna service you

real good, ma'am.

Don't you

worry about it.

Little California

Daddy's girl, huh?

B*tch says fill up. I'll fill it

up for you, mascara face.

Make you moan.

Make you moan

real good.

You're gonna like it.

Mm-hmm.

You like me, don't you?

What's the matter,

shortcakes?

Don't you

get uppity on me.

It's all right, ma'am.

You ain't giving the lady

a hard time now, are you?

I ain't bothering

nobody, mister.

Uh-huh.

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

He's a little touched.

Been that way ever

since he lost his...

...job over at the old

slaughterhouse.

Sort of the town loony,

you might say.

Well, looks like you had

yourself a little mishap here.

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