Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D Page #4

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on this mission.

I'm gonna get the bags,

clean up a little.

Yeah, I'm

a regular Boy Scout.

All right. So let's, uh,

let's divide and conquer.

Will you take care

of that for me?

We'll see you in a few weeks, Mr. Mayor.

Burt. Wish I had a swing

like that in my backyard.

Yeah, that's something

all right.

Hello, precious.

Whoo.

Where's your mama?

Where's your mama?

Where's your mama?

I'm gonna get, like, one

more thing and then I'm done.

All right.

I'll meet you outside.

Cool.

There's, like, a carnival

or something going on?

Price check.

F*** are you doing?

Nobody's looking.

Listen, it was one time.

One time. And I had, like,

18 kamikazes. Come on.

Come on.

You begged for it.

And now I'm begging you to

keep your hands off my sh*t.

Okay.

All right.

Beautiful big door

for a beautiful big key.

Oh, I got your stash now,

you old c*nt.

What am I gonna do

with a bunch of wine?

What the hell is this?

Here we go.

Come on.

Come on!

I've dealt with

stubborn b*tches before.

You just need

some kicking.

Now, honey.

I'm coming back here.

I don't quit easy!

You're asking

for trouble.

That wouldn't burn if you

doused it with a fuel tanker.

This here will give you

some good flavor.

But if you wanna unleash

some hellfire,

this here's the stuff.

Good to know.

In town for

the carnival?

Just a little

housewarming.

Well, you best

keep it down.

I'd hate to have

to haul you in.

I'll try to behave.

How much is this?

That'll be $9.

So, whereabouts

is this shindig?

Homestead Road.

Ain't nothing out there

but the old Carson place.

That's the one.

I thought that place

was empty.

Not anymore.

This officer

bothering you?

Say the word

and I'll shoot him.

He will, too.

Go read some meters.

Burt Hartman, proud mayor of

this little slice of paradise.

How're you doin'?

Heather.

Nice to

meet you, Heather.

Now, my ears aren't

what they used to be,

but I swear I could

have heard you say

something about

the Carson place.

I inherited it.

You're a Carson?

No.

You're not a Sawyer.

Yep.

Yeah, you've got her eyes.

You knew her?

Yeah. Me and your family go way back.

to be burdened with that

beat-up old trap.

Tell you what.

I'll take the whole place

off your hands.

Gonna hardball me, huh?

Hell, I like you already.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Give me a number.

Yo!

Oh.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

F***ing thief.

He took my keys.

Wow, he played that smooth. Yeah, he did.

We should've never

picked that guy up.

Yo!

Whoo!

Let's do this right.

What's wrong?

Darryl ripped us off.

So he heisted some ashtrays

and candlesticks.

That shouldn't keep you from

having a good time. Come on.

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