Deliverance Page #5

We don't know what you're talking about.

You said something about makin' whiskey.

Ain't that what you said?

We don't know what you're doing,

and we don't care.

That's none of our business.

That's right,

none of your goddamn business.

We've got quite a long journey

ahead of us, gentlemen...

Hold it.

You ain't going no damn where!

This is ridiculous. Excuse me.

Hold it, or I'll blow your guts out

all over these woods.

Wait, we can talk this thing over.

What is it you require of us?

Well, we require that you get

your goddamn ass up in them woods.

- All right, now, look.

- Right now! You get up there now.

Okay, all right.

- Get up there.

- All right.

Faster, boy.

- Move your ass.

- Easy with the weapon!

You shut up.

- Come on.

- Okay.

- Back here.

- What's the trouble?

- You're in trouble.

- Just don't argue with 'em, Ed.

- See that saplin' over yonder?

- You heard him.

Back up against this.

Is this a matter of money?

If we want money, we'll take it.

- Back up against the tree.

- I'm pretty far back against it now.

Now, stay just there. Now, be real still.

If he tries that again, shoot that one there.

I'll blow his damned balls off.

You ain't a big boy.

Be still now.

Now let's you just drop them pants.

Drop?

Just take 'em right off!

I mean, what's this all about?

Don't say anything, just do it.

Just drop 'em, boy!

You ever had your balls cut off,

you f***in' ape?

Lord.

Look there, that's sharp.

I bet it'd shave a hair.

Why don't you try it and see?

Lord. Deliver us from all...

Pull off that little bitty shirt there, too.

Is he bleeding?

He bled.

Them panties, take 'em off.

Get up, boy!

Come on, get on up there.

No, no, no.

Oh, no. Don't.

- Don't.

- Hey, boy.

- You look just like a hog.

- No, don't.

Just like a hog.

Come here, piggy, piggy, piggy.

Come on, piggy. Come on, piggy.

Come on, piggy, give me a ride.

- Get up and give me a ride.

- All right.

- Get up and give me a ride.

- All right.

- Get up! Get up there!

- All right.

Oh, no, no.

Looks like we got us a sow here

instead of a boar.

Don't!

Don't!

What's the matter, boy?

I bet you squeal.

I bet you can squeal like a pig.

Let's squeal. Squeal now.

Squeal.

Squeal.

Squeal louder. Louder.

Louder.

Louder.

Louder!

Louder! Get down now, boy!

There, get them britches down.

That's that.

You can do better than that, boy.

Come on, squeal. Squeal!

What's you wanna do with him?

He got a real pretty mouth, ain't he?

That's the truth.

You're gonna do some prayin' for me, boy.

And you better pray good.

Here, hold that on him.

You better run, you son of a b*tch!

Can't we do anything for him?

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