The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning Page #3

I'm going back for you! Stop it!

You think you're the only

one who's ever been scared?

You think I wasn't scared?

You think I'm still not scared?

Shut up!

What does she want?

Pull over! Pull over!

Oh God. Jesus Christ, don't pull over!

Sh*t, she's got a gun, Eric.

Eric!

Shut up! Stay calm.

What are we gonna do?

Eric, she's pulling...

Oh my God!

Look out!

God...

Chrissie.

Buddy, Dean, Deano...

I'm gonna get you help.

I'm gonna find Chrissie.

Chrissie!

Wow, man, I am impressed.

Y'all are tougher than I

thought. What do you want from us?

Oh... everything.

How about we get this robbery

thing out of the way, huh?

F***.

You play along, and I won't have to

kill this f***ing cop or you. Get up!

I'm glad you're here, officer.

Oh, I just bet you are.

Whoa!

Sir.

You sit down and you stay right there.

You kids okay?

Why don't you step out of

the car, if you don't mind?

He shot her! He shot her! She

can't move, sir. She needs help.

Sir, I can't find my girlfriend.

Get a grip on yourself, son.

Sir, I can't find...

Now, that was for your own good.

Okay, come on kids. Let's

get out of the car now.

Sir, she's... she's really badly hurt.

Right, well okay, kids.

I'm gonna ask you nicely one more time.

Get out of the f***in' car or I'm

gonna blow your f***in' head off.

Come on, you can make it. Ooh-Ee!

You kids must have been hauling ass.

Look at the f***ing mess you made.

Hey....

There ain't no fire in this accident.

Which one of you a**holes

burned his draft card?

Get on over here, boys.

Come on, get over here. No.

God damn it, get over here!

Which one of you boys'

name is Dean Hill?

Honey, you're name ain't Dean, is it?

I am, sir...

I'm Dean.

Well, hey, dean. Good to meet you.

You kids took one

Big, nasty, giant sh*t

Right in my backyard.

Now we do know that you're

a coward, right, Dean?

I'm gonna to give you

a chance to die a hero.

All right, get her

in there, God damn it.

I'm starting to think you

like wasting my time, blondie.

Hurry up!

I saw Chrissie. You did?

She's okay. Just don't say anything.

Where is she? Shut up.

Hey, Monty, come pick

up this damn wreck.

It's about a quarter mile

south of Hodd's place.

There's a motorcycle too.

Is having a dead biker chick ride

shotgun proper police procedure, sir?

Honey, if that was your mama,

Would you want me to stick her

in the trunk like a dead animal?

I just think this is bullshit.

You got something to say about

this bullshit, do you, Dean?

No, sir.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Dean?

Where is the gun?

You look through all

this sh*t on the road?

Is that how we agreed you'd address

me over official FCC airwaves?

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