Leatherface Page #3

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That one took three months

to get!

Then I advise you

to get on it quick!

Jed is eighteen soon.

I'll recommend

he be transferred to prison.

You're a bastard.

Even though

you married into money

and hired yourself

a snot-nose shyster,

you are still hillbilly trash.

I have a friend,

a country clerk,

maybe he can push it through.

It don't matter!

It's all bullshit!

- Whoa!

- Lavatory.

That way.

I warned you, bud,

but you wouldn't listen.

Come on, man up, bud.

This is for your own good.

Go get her.

Office hours are over.

I can't go into

the ladies' room.

- Ma'am?

- It's Mrs. Carson.

Goddamnit, she's gone!

Get... get... Off me!

Get out...

Jed, I'm coming!

Jed! Jed!

- What in the hell is that?

I'm here for you!

- You hear me?

- What is it?

You're next, Isaac.

Are we ready?

What the hell is that?

Jed! Jed!

You can't be here!

Damn that woman.

I'll be back.

Jed!

Jed!

Lizzy. Come quick.

The kids are loose in the halls.

Help me.

Jed? Jed...

Get your hands off me!

No way, she...

My client was acting

in self-defense.

- Get out. Get out.

She was...

That's it. Lock it down.

I can't believe you did that.

Want to give me a hand?

I saw you with him.

And you know

that Ike is my soul mate.

There's an emergency exit

in the basement.

Come on, follow me!

I told you a thousand times

we're understaffed.

Just get here before they...

Ah... just hurry.

Who's there?

Don't be stupid, bud.

Bud?

They'll never let you go.

Think about it, bud!

Let's get the f*** out of here,

y'all!

Ike, where you at?

Ike!

- Let's hide.

- Hide.

Right here.

Come on.

Jackson's got a hostage.

Hey what's up!

Hey, doc has a nice ride.

- Don't touch him!

- -Let go of me!

- Be quiet!

- Let go!

You f***!

They'll think twice

about shooting us down

with her along.

They will!

Hey.

Hop in, stupid.

I owe you one.

F*** you, Gorman!

Well, don't you look nice.

You just had to bring the prettiest

nurse along with us, didn't you?

Well, I didn't pick her.

No, Jackson did.

You got no reason to be jealous.

Why'd I be jealous of someone

who's about to die?

Everything at the proper time.

Jackson!

Oh, here we go.

Hey, where do you think

you're going, b*tch!

Unhh!

Put me down, put me down.

F*** you!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Do that again, I'll turn you

into strawberry pie.

I'm gonna kill him,

I'm gonna kill him,

right before your eyes.

And that goes for you two,

as well.

Anyone bolts,

and everyone dies.

- You son of a b*tch.

- Jackson, wait.

We're all gonna look out

for each other. It's okay.

Change.

No, you ain't makin' her

get undressed.

Oh, ain't I?

You got clothes underneath?

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