The Last House on the Left

Hello, Cassie! Hiya, girl. Hello there.

Let's see.

Looks like Mari's getting cards

from half the civilized world.

''Mari Collingwood.''

You'd think she's the only kid

to reach the age of 17.

Of course, she is

about the prettiest piece l've ever seen.

-Mari Collingwood, you hurry up!

-Okay!

Drill sergeant.

Did you call the repair service?

Did you tell them l was a physician

and had to have a phone?

No, actually, l told them

you were an international bookie...

...and l was 10 months pregnant

with quintuplets.

What's new in the outside world?

Same old stuff, murder and mayhem.

-What's for dinner?

-Freezer's full, take your choice.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mari, you be careful tonight.

Your mother tells me the place

you're going is in a bad neighborhood.

l will, Daddy.

No bra?

Of course not!

Nobody wears those anymore.

Nobody except us drill sergeants.

But look, Estelle.

You can see her nipples as plain as day.

Daddy, don't be so clinical.

-But it's immodest.

-l'll get some sandpaper!

Young lady, when l was your age--

You all wore brassieres that made

your tits stick out like torpedoes.

Tits! What's this ''tits'' business?

Sounds like l'm back in the barracks.

All right, then. Mammary glands.

They used to tie them up

like little lunatics in straitjackets...

...and they stuffed socks in their bras.

You told me that yourself, Mother.

lf God had meant women

to go around with their bust exposed...

...he wouldn't have given us clothes!

Who are you gonna see tonight?

-Bloodlust.

-Bloodlust?

-Yeah. What's wrong with them?

-l was just reading about them.

Aren't they the guys that dismember

live chickens during their act?

-They only did that once.

-Don't you feel sorry for the chicken?

l couldn't tell you the nights

l cried myself to sleep over that chicken.

-Have you seen the car keys?

-On the table.

l think it's crazy.

-What's crazy?

-All that blood and violence.

l thought you were supposed to be

the Love Generation.

That reminds me.

-What?

-Here's a little something for you.

-Just a gift to tide you over till tomorrow.

-Daddy!

Mother. lt's nice.

Maybe it'll bring you luck.

By the way, who are you going out with

tonight? Anyone we know?

-Phyllis Stone.

-Phyllis Stone?

l know you don't like her, but l'm safe

with her. She's from that neighborhood.

What neighborhood?

Where the concert is.

You know, from that slum.

l'm sure she does.

Come on! l've got something for us.

-What?

-Come on. You'll see.

-Okay.

-Hurry up.

Who's Phyllis? You make her

sound like the bride of Frankenstein.

She's the girl who takes care of the horses

at the Johnson place, isn'tshe, Mari?

What worries you?

From what Nancy Springer tells me,

that's not all she takes care of down there.

Mari tells me you're from Manhattan.

What does your father do?

My parents are in

the iron and steel business.

lron and steel both together. How unusual.

My mother irons, and my father steals.

Come on, Mari.

-l wish we had some grass.

-lt'd be nice to get stoned.

-You don't have any, do you, Mari?

-No! Of course not. Me?

Maybe we can get some

before the concert.

Yeah, the concert.

l wonder what it would be like

to make it with Bloodlust.

lt would just be really soft.

Like in a whole bunch of cotton.

You know what l mean?

-Cotton?

-Soft and gentle.

-Give me a break!

-Really sensitive, not wild and gory. God!

You're too much, man. Cotton!

-lt's Bloodlust! They're crazy!

-Like cotton candy.

The leaves are beautiful.

Yep! They're really starting to change.

l guess winter's coming on.

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