♪ I used to be a swan
♪ Cloud top I sing on
♪ There's no waiting for me
♪ Follow endlessly
♪ I better run, I better run
♪ Got to catch them up
♪ Like a refugee
♪ It's number four and my heart starts to breathe ♪
♪ Now I'm not explaining
♪ Just need to sit anywhere
♪ Somewhere to feel whole
♪ I better run, I better run
♪ Got to catch me up
♪ Separated from myself
♪ What I'm looking for, it's another love ♪
♪ There's a bug in the system ♪
♪ Won again and won again
♪ I need your flesh, you're feeling warm ♪
♪ There's a bug in the system ♪
♪ Won again and won again
♪ My problems land
♪ It's another one
♪ I used to be a swan
♪ I better run, I better run
♪ Got to get them up
♪ I'm not explaining
♪ Just need to sit anywhere
♪ Somewhere to feel
The search continues for five missing members
of the church of our only saviour, Jesus.
Foul play is suspected,
since the members were part
of a controversial age-rebirth program.
Local law enforcement and civilian volunteers
have been scouring the tri-county area
where the group was last seen.
Why do you listen to this shit, Alma Jean?
Ain't got nothing to do with nothing.
Now, Clyde...
The world's a much bigger place than here.
You of all people should know about that.
Besides, this is my link to the outside.
Don't you begrudge me that.
It's all nonsense and propaganda, I tell you.
Them kids probably just got sidetracked
to a heroin-shooting gallery
or decided to head on down to Panama City
to spread their filthy disease in the name of God
to all the kids down there, or something.
Just you hush your mouth, Clyde Arbuckle.
Ain't no sense talking like that.
Just plain rude is what it is.
Just calling it like I sees it, is all.
Well, I suppose that's your God-given right as an American.
But you could keep thoughts like that to yourself.
I hope them kids are all right.
Whatever.
How's about ringing me up
instead of talking about the damn news?
Howdy, Sheriff!
Alma Jean.
Clyde.
You got a case of D batteries in the bank, Alma Jean?
A case? Don't rightly know.
I could take a look.
Oh, it'd be much appreciated.
Got to have extras.
Looks like the search is going to last into the night.
You're doing night searches now?
Well, the longer they go missing,
the less the chance we're going to find them alive.
That'll be $53.27, Clyde.
You going to need a box for that stuff?
I reckon so, if you don't mind.
No problem at all.
Let me go fetch you a box.
I'll look for those batteries too.
What kind of work you got going on?
Just doing some work in the barn.
On the barn?
No, in it.
Working on a special project, guess you could say.
Ah, it's just a damn waste of time looking for these girls,
if you ask me.
Yeah, that's just what I was telling...
her.
They'll show up wherever they are somewhere.
Well, speaking of young split-tails,
how's that little wife of yours treating you, Clyde?
Well, the accident ain't the only thing
got me walking with a cane these days,
if you catch my meaning.
Yeah, them girls down at Fro's have really got the skills.
Hey, I ever tell you about the time
me and Billy Watkins went down there?
It was right after the big fire at Anderson's Grocery.
Well anyway, it was just after the fire, see,
and well, me and Billy,
we was all riled up from the excitement,
so, well, we decided to go on down to Fro's.
Of course, it was called the Crappy Beetle back then.
Well, anyway, they had just hired this little gal.
She couldn't have been more than 18 and a day.
Well, it was her first night, see?
Well, she decided she needed her a gimmick, right?
In order to stand out from the other girls.
God damned if she doesn't come traipsing out onstage,
wearing nothing but a hard hat and a pair of work boots.
Then the next thing...
How's Jody doing?
Jody's fine.
Good.
Good to hear you're taking such good care of your woman.
Sheriff, I got your batteries.
I'll bring them with me tonight, okay?
That'd be fine.
Afternoon, Sheriff.
He's an odd one, that Clyde.
True.
Oh, ain't no law against strangeness though.
You mind billing the office for these batteries?
Oh, no problem.
Hope you find them girls.
Oh, and one fella.
Can't forget about that.
I thought that was just something they made up on TV.
Oh, afraid not.
Afternoon, Alma Jean.
Sheriff.
Sheriff, we've got another urgent call
from Angus Moorehead,
complaining about Mexicans again.
Call Lynn at home and have her deal with it, Teri.
Remember, it's Lynn's day off, Sheriff.
Goddamn it! I know that, Teri!
That's why I told you to call her at home!
I got more important things to deal with
than phantom Mexicans, all righty?
You don't get to get all snippy, Sheriff.
Over and out.
I don't want the damn watch!
Oh, quit your whining!
You sound like a little baby!
I can't stand it!
Starlene!
Hush, Clyde!
I'm watching the TV. Joanne and Ricky are on.
Shit.
You can watch them two fight.
All you gotta do is go down to The Empty Mug any Friday night.
I said shut the fuck up, Clyde!
Bitch!
That ain't no way to talk to your goddamn husband!
Now, damn it, Starlene.
I'm about at the end of my ropes with you, you understand?
You're going to start showing me some goddamn respect!
What about my goddamn respect?
I give you plenty of respect, darlin'.
I bought you a darn car and a place to live.
Oh, yeah, and this place is a shit hole,
if you ain't noticed.
And whose fault is that, huh?
What'd it take to get you
to clean up around here a little bit?
Why the fuck should I?
I'm not the one who made the fucking mess!
These aren't my little piles of shit
lying all over the goddamn place.
Of course they ain't.
You got to know how to read and shit.
See, Clyde? Right there.
Why should I respect you when you don't respect me?
And you've got to be kidding yourself
if you think I'm going to clean up these piles of shit
your crazy-ass mother left lying around.
Ugh!
You leave my mother out of this!
Ain't you got any respect for anything, Starlene?
Not even the dead?!
Look, baby.
I'm sorry I hit you.
Fuck you, Clyde Arbuckle!
Ugh!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
Who the fuck cares?
You need me to stick around
to be your fucking punching bag some more, big man?
Oh, goddamn it, Starlene. I said I was sorry.
I got to work late. Don't wait up.
Hold on, Starlene!
Starlene! Starlene!
Starlene!
What are we doing here, Sheriff?
Oh, I think you get the idea, sweetie.
And you don't got to whisper.
My wife sleeps like the dickens.
I don't...
I don't know about this, Sheriff.
Oh, now.
You don't want to spend the night in one of my cells,
now do you?
Besides, this ain't any more strange
than taking it in the ass from a fucking scumbag trucker.
Right?
Now, get down on your knees, sweetie.
Could you lean your head a little to the left?
Did she just...
Don't you stop now.
She just talks in her sleep sometimes.
Back to work.
Mmm...
Ooh!
He likes it when you suck on his balls.
Okay, this is really fucked up!
If you're going to arrest me, arrest me!
Go on.
Go on!
Get on out of here.
I'm sorry, darlin'.
It's okay, sweetheart.
I just get so upset when they don't do it right.
I know, Jody.
You're the best I ever had.
But you just can't expect every girl
to do the things you used to do to me.
Maybe I could try it, just a little?
Let me suck you off real nice.
Sweetie!
You know that'd be tantamount to suicide.
With your breather and all.
You can just jack off on my face, if you want.
Honey, I love you,
but I got to get back to work.
I'll be home in time to fix dinner, all right?
Hi, Starlene!
Hi!
Hey, Archie. Is your brother home?
Yeah.
You sure look pretty today, Starlene.
You're sweet.
I don't feel all that pretty today, though.
Well, you are!
You're the prettiest girl in the whole world.
Archie Crider, are you already drunk?
It's not even 5 o'clock in the afternoon!
God, Griffin should not let you drink,
and if he does, he should...
Archie, what is that?
What's what?
Don't play games with me, mister. What is it?
Cat on a stick.
Archie, you get rid of that thing right now!
Lord knows what kind of diseases is in that!
Throw it away right now!
Sorry, Starlene.
Archie, sweetie?
You ain't told nobody about our little secret, right?
No!
Okay.
See you later, Archie.
Okay.
Hey, baby!
What are you doing here?
Griffin, I can't take it!
The goddamn cripple hit me again!
How much more of this do I have to take?
Come on, baby. We've talked about this.
We've gone over it 100 times.
All you got to do is find out
where that fucker keeps his stash,
and then we can cut out of this shit hole.
I know!
I know he keeps it in that barn of his.
It's just...
and he won't let anybody in there.
And he keeps trying...
Keeps trying what?
What's he keep trying to do, baby, huh?
Does he keep trying to do this, huh?
Stop it!
He creeps me out!
Shit, baby, he is your husband.
Tell you what?
How about I do a little something
to take your mind off things, huh?
No, I'm serious!
So am I, baby.
Huh? You need it.
Mmm...
God, I wish you could just kill him.
Chop up his fucking face!
You are sick, sick!
Yeah, and then...
You chop up his face.
I'll take a blowtorch to his cock,
and burn the mother-fucker!
Yeah, and then...
and then we'll cut open his chest.
Sweet, sweet doggie!
Whoo!
Where did you find this one, Grif?
She's a hellcat!
Mother-fucker! What the fuck?
Who the fuck is that?
Shit.
Hell, baby, that's just Punch.
You remember me talking about Punch, right?
Punch? I thought he was still in the joint.
Well, he was.
He just got out yesterday.
He'll be spending some time with me for a while
until he gets back on his feet.
Yeah, well, Griffin, you could have told me
there was somebody else in the house.
Well, honey, I am sorry,
but your hot ass got me so horny, I just plain forgot.
And he was in the shower so damn long...
Come on now!
My first solo shower in three years.
I had to enjoy it!
Griffin, get up. You're on my shirt.
Aw, come on, baby.
It's not like people can't see those beautiful titties
every night at Fro's.
I said, get up, damn it!
Aw, come on!
Now, Punch ain't even seen a pair of titties in years, huh?
Why don't you give him a little peek?
Punch'd like that, wouldn't you, Punch?
That's for damn sure.
Although the truth be told,
I'd like a lot more than a quick peek,
if you catch my drift.
Griffin, I'm your girlfriend, not your fucking whore!
Okay, baby.
I suppose he could just watch.
Ugh, you're a fucking pig, Griffin!
Hey, Starlene, come on, come on!
What?
Hey, you're my girl, huh?
You're my girl.
Hey...
Got something for you.
There we go.
You still love me, don't you, baby?
I was teasing, all right?
I was teasing.
Still mad?
I guess not.
So, Punch can go ahead and see those sweet titties.
Fuck you, Griffin Crider!
Starlene! Starlene!
Hey, Starlene!
Starlene, I was kidding!
Hey, tell you what?
Me and the boys will come down later tonight and see your show.
Fucking bitch!
Women!
Can't live with them,
can't cut off their arms and legs and leave them for dead...
without spending the rest of your life in lock-up.
Don't I know it!
Damn it, Archie!
How many times do I have to tell you about smoking in the house?
This shit is a nasty... Hey, here!
This shit's a nasty habit!
Huh, I tell you this every goddamn day.
Now, put it out. Put it out!
Sorry, Grif.
Why's Starlene mad?
Archie, it's just the way bitches are.
There's only one thing you can do about it,
and that's put 'em in their place and not back down.
I don't like it when she's mad!
She's too pretty!
I don't like to see her cry!
Aw, the retard's in love, Grif!
Come on, Archie!
Don't be a homo!
Shit, now the faggot retard's going to cry?
Goddamn it, Punch.
Why are you calling him a faggot, huh?
Huh? Retards can't be faggots.
They're too goddamn retarded
to know what fucking is in the first place,
let alone fucking a man in the can.
Great, good job.
You pissed him off.
Now, he's going to spend the rest of the day
killing cats in the tool shed.
I can't help it if the retard
can't fucking take a little ribbing.
Fuck you, man! That's my brother!
Hey!
Save some of that for me, girl.
What are you doing here so early, anyway?
Trying to make a career out of this shit?
Hey, what happened to you?
What do you think, Andrea?
I'm sure it had a dick, whatever it was.
You know, I don't even know how you deal with men
in the first place after working here.
It's enough to put me off it for good.
Men are dogs, Starlene.
Crotch-sniffing, back-stabbing traitorous lying dogs.
You can't trust them to do anything
except for eat, fight and fuck,
and they don't even do a good job at the last one of those.
Yeah, well, it's...
It's nothing that won't take care of itself soon enough.
Mm-hmm, that sounds real mysterious.
But um, since you're here early,
you mind taking my last couple dances?
I got to go get Jimmy from my mom's
before she gets drunk and starts beating on him again.
Last time I took him to the hospital,
they asked too many goddamn questions.
Sure, yeah.
I appreciate it.
But um, you better hurry up,
because I'm up in about two songs.
Thanks again, Starlene.
Goddamn it, Punch.
I swear to God, between you and Archie,
you're fucking killing me.
You know that smells like ass.
In the house, Punch.
So, who's the meth-head broad you're fucking?
Starlene.
What can I say about Starlene?
She's a stripper.
Fro's Hideout was the first place I went to
when I got out of the joint,
and Starlene was the first whore to approach me for a lap dance.
You know how I am and all, so that went all right.
But what I didn't realize
was that the most interesting thing about Starlene
was who her old man is.
What the fuck's her old man got to do with shit?
Clyde Arbuckle is about the closest thing
we got in this area to a celebrity,
which ain't much.
See, I guess Clyde up and decided
he was going to go to New York
and work in movies or some shit years back.
Big news for a deadbeat town like this.
The locals always used to talk about Clyde's mama,
about how beautiful she was when she was younger.
What a shame it was she let herself go when she got old,
especially considering the fact
that she was filthy frigging rich.
What the fuck is your point?
My point is that the old broad was a fucking nut job, right?
One of her many admirable qualities
was the fact that she didn't trust banks for shit.
So, according to all the old farts in town,
she had like a couple hundred grand
stashed in that shit hole of a house of hers.
You're just fucking with me, right?
So, fast-forward.
Clyde's mama drops.
Clyde comes back into town, only he's all fucked up.
He's like in a wheelchair and shit.
Whatever happened, he's walking with a cane to this day.
Rumour has it, he got injured on some movie set somewhere,
but nobody really knows for sure,
'cause in addition to not having the best of luck in the world,
Clyde ain't actually the most talkative of fellas, either.
Hell, I don't think even Starlene knows the real story,
not that I think she gives a shit.
The first night I met her,
hell, when I was banging her on the hood of her car,
I asked her why the fuck
she married that son of a bitch for in the first place.
She didn't even know herself.
He asked, and she thought he had money.
So, your boring-ass story's point
is that there's a shitload of cash
just sitting at that bitch's house?
That's what I hear.
Do you believe it?
What's not to believe?
So, why don't you just go in there
and hit that cock-sucker upside the head with a lead pipe,
and find the cash yourself?
No, no, and kill him?
That's your big plan?
I'm telling you, he's got a house full of shit.
He's got this big barn out back.
He's got like 80 acres of land, all right?
Starlene's already been over every place it'd be obvious.
I'm telling you, we'd never find it.
Besides, I know you're just crazy enough
not to care if you go back to the joint, but me?
Uh-uh, hell or high water
if I ever go back to that place again.
Okay, we don't kill him.
We tie him to a chair,
and we cut off his fingers one by one
until he tells us where the money is!
Jesus Christ, Punch!
And leave him alive to finger us?
Oh, no, he won't be fingering nobody with no fingers.
No, Punch, not funny, man. Not funny.
Look, look, seriously, listen to me here.
I've thought this out,
and my thinking is sound, all right?
Starlene keeps at him.
She keeps watching him, finds out where the money is,
and then we go in when he's out or asleep,
or what-the-fuck-ever.
And then, you, me and Archie, we cut town with the dough,
leaving Starlene holding the bag.
And the genius part of it is, no dead guy.
You think you're smart, don't you?
Griffin, how long you been working on this angle exactly?
Since you got out of the joint, right?
And what's that?
Eight months now.
Yeah, well, she's not exactly
the brightest crayon in the pack.
Well, how much longer you planning on waiting
for Little Miss Meth-head to come through?
Well, fuck, I don't know!
Listen, just listen.
Just let me deal with the who's and the how's on this one,
and we'll walk out with that money.
Ugh! Goddamn bitch!
Why the hell'd she marry me in the first place?
Won't fucking fuck me, no goddamn respect!
I'll teach her respect.
You with me, boy?
Ahhhh!
Fuck you, you redneck piece of shit!
Mother-fucker!
Mother-fucker, if you just gave me AIDS, I swear to God!
I hope you burn in hell for eternity!
Arghhh!
Ugh!
What happened to Richard? Where is he?
I think y'all know too goddamn well
what just happened to your faggot friend.
He's not gay!
Richard is my boyfriend, you piece of...
Shut up right now!
Richard ain't nothing but dog food now, girlie.
You animal!
You murderous stinking animal!
Don't you start getting pissed off at me, you stupid bitch!
You should have told him not to try and escape!
Now he's dead, and it's all your fault!
Now, ain't that a sin?
I guess I'm going to have to kill all of you!
Damn you!
You were going to kill us anyway!
Oh, yeah?
You that goddamn smart?
You think if I was going to kill you,
I would have done it already?
Shit! Stupid whore!
Electric heat.
I gave you food and water.
I let you keep your pills and shit!
You stupid bitch!
Do you think I wear this mask because I fucking like it?
No!
I wore it so you wouldn't know who I was if you got away!
Shit...
You stupid bitches just made me do it.
I can't trust you no more,
so I guess from now on, it's going to be hard.
I'll make this easy.
Stick out your arm, girl.
Stay away from me, you sick fuck!
♪ Every night, she goes to heaven ♪
♪ Every night, she talks to God ♪
♪ She's worried she's been too honest ♪
♪ She told him that he got it all so wrong ♪
♪ And it's all his fault
♪ Just leave it alone
♪ I'm an exile
What you having?
Two beers.
Bourbon for my brother.
And a vodka and Thrive.
Wait, are you sure it's okay to give a...
a special American a shot of bourbon?
Well, gee, honey, I don't know,
but I guess we're going to find out.
Just get us our goddamn drinks, all right?
What the fuck?
Yes, sir.
Stupid bitch.
All right, guys. Let's give a warm welcome for Panda!
What are you all doing here?
I told you we was going to come by to see you, baby.
Hi, Starlene.
So, uh, you look like
you could use a dance, big boy.
That sounds mighty tempting, little lady,
especially with you being so pretty and all.
But I tell you, my buddy over here,
he just got out of the joint.
He needs it a lot more than I do.
Sure.
What's your name?
Name's Earl,
but folks call me Punch.
Ugh!
On account I like to smash mother-fuckers in the face.
Whoa now, girlie!
Where you think you're going?
My money's as good as anybody else in here.
Can you feel what you've done to me.
You know you like it.
Just can't hop off now.
You're really going to let your asshole friend
touch me like that?
Gee, Starlene, I'm sorry, but he's right.
He paid you.
Okay.
You know, I would rather lap dance Archie
than your goddamn friend.
Now, Starlene, not only is that insulting to Punch,
it's also downright disturbing.
Archie is retarded.
Yeah, I know, but at least he's sweet,
not an asshole.
I told you not to come here anymore.
Yeah, well, we got to talk,
about the thing with Clyde.
See, Punch had him a brainstorm, baby.
We're going to get you away from that cripple,
and get the money tomorrow.
You got your 20 bucks.
Whoa!
What are you... I want to see some tits!
Fuck!
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't worry, we'll get you a dance.
In the meantime, I want one of those dances too.
But I'm going to have to insist on some naked titties.
What the fuck?
Fucking drink orgies.
Hop on up here so's we can talk.
I'll give you a little something
for that little head cold you've got going there, huh?
You're an asshole.
But I love you.
I love you too, baby.
Now, listen.
Is she cool?
What the hell difference would it make if she wasn't?
That's my boy, Grif!
That's my boy.
You know what, Griffin?
What's that, buddy?
I like boobies.
Join the club, my man.
Hey, Sheriff.
Bill Carson just arrived.
It's a mess down here.
You're going to have to walk down.
All right, Lynn.
I'll park on the road and walk down in.
Out!
You feeling okay this morning?
Yes.
Thank you for cooking, darling.
I'm just not that hungry this morning.
Sure you'll be all right for a couple hours?
Till Tawanna comes.
I'll be fine.
Don't worry about me.
I just hope you find them poor kids.
You had your nightmare again last night, didn't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
You know I don't blame you, don't you?
And I love you.
I know, honey,
and I love you like no other.
I know.
Starlene.
Morning, Clyde.
What's going on?
When'd you get in?
Just now.
I, uh, I went over to Andrea's after work.
You, uh... you all right, Starlene?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
Long night?
Of course.
But it's more than that.
I'm tired of everything.
Tired of dancing down there at that club,
and tired of being strung up all night.
I told you,
that stuff ain't no good for you.
I know.
But mostly,
I'm just tired of fighting with you.
You know?
I thought a lot about what you said yesterday,
about us respecting one another,
and uh, how I've been acting.
I haven't been the best wife material.
And um, you're right,
about everything.
About yesterday,
I didn't mean to hit you like that.
I disrespected your mother, Clyde.
And I disrespected you.
See...
I want to make things right.
You know?
You understand?
I don't...
Whatever happened to...
Hmm?
Never mind.
I don't want to know.
What?
I thought that...
Listen, we've got all sorts of time for that.
I'm tired, and uh,
I still smell like all those men from the club.
Listen, why don't you let me nap?
I'll be up in a few hours.
I'll make us some lunch,
and then...
Hmm, all right.
I got some work to do in the barn
for a bit, anyways.
Morning, Bill.
Thanks for coming up here.
How're we doing?
Well, not real happy, Sheriff.
I've got a crime scene almost destroyed by civilians,
and then I find your deputy sleeping in her truck.
Well, we were out here most of the night
after we found the missing van.
Lynn was nice enough to stay on the scene till you arrived.
Lee, I'm sure you can handle this little town and all,
but this is a real crime.
People are watching. Important people, Lee!
Lynn, why don't you head on home?
I'll take care of this from here.
No, no, I'll stay, Sheriff.
All right.
It's going to take me a few days to run prints, Bill,
and odds are they're from the kids, anyway.
Sheriff, this is my investigation
from this point forward.
We'll handle all of this.
What are you saying, Bill?
Sheriff, will you come over here with me for a second?
If you don't mind?
I've known you for a long time now, Lee,
and I know things haven't been the same since...
Since what happened to Jody.
But if you can't handle the job anymore,
you need to start thinking about retirement.
I mean, let's be honest here.
This crime scene is a mess,
and it's on your shoulders if it doesn't get solved.
I don't know any other way to say this.
I'm fine, Bill!
Let's just get this solved.
You sure about that?
Okay, this is all pretty simple stuff.
It hasn't snowed since last Thursday.
It's melting pretty fast.
Well, it's Kansas, Bill.
Well, it gives us a timeframe to work with.
That van was put in the creek no more than a week ago,
on the outside.
Okay, but the kids were reported missing last Wednesday afternoon
when they didn't show up at the school
they were supposed to be in.
And the last time anyone saw them was Tuesday morning
when they checked out of their hotel.
So, we've already got that aspect all figured, Bill.
You know, it doesn't really help.
Lee, this is exactly what I'm talking about.
This entire thing was done by one person.
Only one set of prints, all the same size.
It's pretty easy to tell.
And that van was intentionally dumped here.
There's two sets of tracks
that split on the shoulder of the creek,
which makes me think it was towed in.
So, it's a man owns a tow truck.
Had access.
And there's dog prints all over the other side of the creek.
Dog prints?
Two big dogs, if you want to get specific.
So, we're looking for a male suspect
who has access to a tow truck,
and who owns two large dogs.
Now, Lee, is there anyone in your county
that fits that description?
Pack your pretty deputy and go on home, Lee.
We'll handle this.
You will call me first if you think of anything,
right, Lee?
It's going to be okay.
Just try and take it easy, all right?
We'll pray with you.
She's getting worse.
It's pneumonia, I know it.
What are we going to do, Christina?
I don't know!
He's not going to let us go.
He's gotta kill us.
No, don't say that!
We got to escape.
We gotta kill him first.
Are you going to do it?
Because I can't!
I can barely do anything!
I'm so weak and tired,
and it hurts like hell to move!
I just pray he does it soon.
Shut up!
My God, Christina, look at you!
You're just giving up and you can't!
You just can't!
I'm already dead, and so are you!
You might as well admit it!
Look, he's already killed Richard!
He has to kill us now.
If only your god had abandoned you, but He didn't!
We can't just give up hope!
If we'll keep our faith, He'll answer us.
If...
If only we hadn't met!
If only we hadn't tried to save lives!
If only we didn't have AIDS!
Amy!
Can't you see is killing you?
We could have avoided being here,
but here we are!
Faith won't change that!
That sick, perverted bastard is going to kill us,
and there's not a damn thing we can do about it!
Prepare yourself to meet whatever god there is,
and just hope he makes it quick, okay?
That's the most sensible thing I've heard
coming from any of you cunts.
Oh, God, Mister, please!
You got to let us go!
Yeah?
You think that's a good idea for a man in my particular position?
At least let our friend out of her cage.
Let her get cleaned up.
Give her a blanket or something!
She's really, really sick.
Please!
You're right.
She ain't looking so hot.
Must be that filthy AIDS you caught.
Come on! Come on!
Stop!
I'll take care of you!
Stop!
Come on, Amber!
Shut up!
Oh, God! Oh, God, Amber!
I said shut up!
Enough of you, now!
Oh, God!
I just did your goddamn friend here!
Ugh!
I just did her...
Did this favour ending her miserable life right now.
But I did it as swiftly and as painlessly as I could.
Amber!
Shit!
You just don't get it.
I picked you and your goddamn friends!
Waited on you!
Shot out your tires on purpose, you know that?
I figured what the fuck, you know?
I needed somebody to train my hounds,
and you're all about halfway dead anyway, right?
What good are you going to do, travelling around,
talking to kids about how there's nothing wrong
with you and your disease.
Shit!
And how the good Lord'll save you?
I figured I was doing the world a favour.
What the fuck do you care anyway,
since you're all about half gone in the first place?
You know, back in the day,
I left town, went to the city.
Was gonna be famous!
Be in the movies.
Got me some work too!
I was what they call an "extra."
You see, an extra's job
is essentially standing in the background
and pretending they're doing something while...
the camera listens in on what Burt Reynolds
or whoever has got to say.
You can't even really talk when you're being an extra.
You just got to pretend,
because the character ain't really important.
You're just there to make it all seem real.
You're gone as soon as the scene's done.
Nobody was watching you, could care less.
You know, some folks call extras "atmosphere."
Whatever, the point is I always knew my place
when I was being an extra.
And what your little fucking friend here
doesn't seem to realize is that you girls are my extras,
and your scene's done.
Well...
I know what y'all think of me.
And I swear,
I ain't as sick a fuck as y'all think I am.
This is a necessity.
You got to understand.
Now, look, I'm not a sadist.
I got me a gun,
and I'd be happy to shoot you both in the head,
and make it as quick and painless as possible.
But my wife's asleep in the house,
and I don't want to have to explain the noise.
This-here puppy will shock the holy shit out of you,
till you're out cold
and then I can chop your fucking heads off
with an axe real quick-like,
and you won't even know it's coming.
Sorry, but that's the best I can do!
All you got to do is grab it,
and your pain will all be over.
Amen!
Gun's in the glove box.
Fuck yeah, ha, ha!
Give me the gun.
No!
She's your girlfriend.
You hold her hostage, I do the talking,
I hold the gun on him.
I can't do it just as easily with the gun.
Yeah?
Well, I couldn't.
And what the fuck difference does it make anyway?
Ha, ha! It's a pellet gun!
Besides, you have that sweet blade
to slice that fucker up with.
More fun!
Still...
Jesus Christ!
Let's just get going, okay?
What the fuck, man?
What do you want me to do, Grif?
Archie, I want you to stay here.
Eat these.
Read this, and we'll be back.
Sheriff, you copy?
I'm here, Teri.
I know you're busy with the Christians case, Sheriff,
and I wouldn't bother you,
but Angus Moorehead's called here
about 15 times in the last 1/2 hour,
and he's tying up the phone lines
with his crazy-ass complaints,
and I don't know what else to do about it.
Oh, for God's sake!
It's all right, Teri.
I'm only about half a mile from Angus's place.
I'll pop by there and take care of it real quick-like.
Copy that, Sheriff. Guess who's calling right now?
Tell him I'll be there in a minute!
All right, thanks, Lee.
Over and out.
Starlene, you up here?
Move, cock-sucker!
And drop that goddamn cane, you fuck!
What the fuck's going on?
Shut up, moron!
I'm the one asking the questions here, got it?
Go get that bitch!
I don't want there to be no problem.
Just tell me what you want.
Ow!
What do you think we want, mother-fucker?
We know you've got a stash of cash somewhere!
Tell us where it is, and we're out of here!
Go on, mother-fucker!
Ow!
Let's go, man!
Let's go!
You can take us to your money,
or we can slice your wife's throat up nice and slow,
and splash her red-hot blood all over this fucking place!
Or we'll torture you until you give it up!
Either way, we ain't leaving empty-handed!
You hearing me?
Let's go! Okay!
Please, Clyde! Don't let them hurt me!
You all right, Starlene?
I think so!
I'm scared!
Clyde, please just give them what they want!
Wise words, bitch!
Let's go, man!
You tell us exactly where that money is!
I'm going to show you where it is!
Well, let's go! Lead the way!
Those hounds of yours better be locked up.
Otherwise, they're going to get a bone each!
Don't worry, the dogs ain't going nowhere.
Let's go, man!
You lead the way! No time for bullshit!
Let's go! Don't try to pull any bullshit!
Hold it, fucker!
You touch that dog's chain, your wife's a goner, you got it?
Come on!
You think I'd just hide the fucking money?
That's what the dogs are here for.
To protect what's hidden.
Nice and easy, mother-fucker.
You hear me? Nice and easy.
Toss that bag over here right now!
Don't move, mother-fucker!
Don't move!
Where the fuck's the money at?
There ain't no fucking money, shit-head!
That bullshit town rumour has been around since I was a kid.
Your pellets versus my bullets.
Let's see who wins.
Damn.
Drop the fucking gun!
I'll cut her fucking throat!
Yeah? Okay.
Oh, my God, Clyde!
They were going to kill us!
It's okay, darling.
It's all over.
You saved me!
It's okay, honey.
I wouldn't let anybody hurt you.
I've been waiting to hurt you for a long time.
Nobody's going to take that away from me!
Ugh!
About goddamn time.
I didn't hit you that hard.
You know, you almost had me there for a minute.
Oh, my God!
Clyde, what are you doing?
You one hell of an actress.
Missed your calling!
I came out here to kill them good Christians.
I wasn't going to have to use the dogs on you,
'cause you finally came to your senses
and decided to be a wife.
I have no idea what you're talking about!
Should have known better.
You're not making sense!
God, just let me go!
Enough of this sweet, innocent horse shit, you fucking whore!
Your boyfriend's dead.
He ain't going to save you.
I can't believe you went to all that shit
just for that bullshit damn rumour!
I mean, look at this fucking place!
You think if I had a ton of cash,
I'd still be living in this shithole, huh?
Argh!
I'm kind of glad my work wasn't wasted.
I'll do whatever you want!
You want to fuck me? Is that it?
I know that's why you have me tied like this!
Oh...
you're going to get it, all right.
You going to get it good.
Well, come on!
Do it!
You're finally going to be the wife I always wanted you to be.
Don't you go nowhere.
Clyde!
Get back here right now!
Clyde!!
Oh, get back here right now!
Clyde!!
Clyde, no!
Hold on, now. Hold on.
Atta boy.
You smell the pussy, don't you?
Good boy.
Been waiting for it.
What the boys have been training for.
I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this, I tell you.
Clyde, you don't want to do this!
Look at me!
I can't do anything!
You can do whatever you want to me!
I know, baby.
And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
All these months you've been ignoring my come-ons,
and fucking scumbags behind my back,
and showing every mother-fucker
in this shitbag town what you've got
while you slam the door in my face when you take a shower.
I guess you're ready.
Let me tell you, so am I.
Seeing you suffer like the cunt you are makes me...
so hard.
I guess sometimes it's hard
It's not much to look at, but it works.
Just flares out like that now,
ever since the accident.
Never even made it to New York.
Car broke down in Scranton, Pennsylvania.
I spent the next 10 years there
working in a food-processing plant.
And one Friday night, went out to a bar
on the fucking wrong side of town.
Folks around here think I got injured on a film set,
but that's just another goddamn town rumour, like the money.
I ain't never been in no movies.
After that, I had to come home.
Goddamn hospital bills damn near broke us,
and I've had to live here
with what you see between my legs ever since.
Ah, but enough of my intimate confessions, huh?
I don't think you're going to enjoy this as much as I am.
You hold on.
I got something special for you!
Move!
Yeah!
Good boy!
Kill, boy! Kill!
Kill her!
Starlene?
Who the fuck are you?
You killed her!
You killed my Starlene!
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, buddy.
She was my wife!
You killed her!
She was so pretty!
Come on now, son.
I don't want to have to kill the retard.
You just stay right where you are.
She was my friend!
My only friend!
She made me feel...
Shit.
You got to be fucking kidding me.
Clyde!
Starlene!
We were going to go away!
Just me and Starlene, and nobody else!
And you killed her!
Good lord in heaven!
What wrong, darling?
It's a horrible, horrible goddamn world out there, Jody.
Ain't nothing right!
Ain't never going to be right,
no matter what anybody does or says.
I could have done something!
It's too late for anybody.
Oh, honey.
Our love is the only thing
that's pure and good in this world.
I destroyed that too.
Don't say things like that.
I can still love you,
if you just let me.
I love you.
I love you too.
Uh!
♪ Oh, life was a glimmer
♪ Just a string of pearls
♪ Oh, new life is blind
♪ I was your girl
♪ All the time
♪ You were burning
♪ On the meat of my mind
♪ Oh, oh, yearning
♪ Colour me wild
♪ Oh, new life is blind
♪ New life is blind
♪ Oh, new life is blind
♪ New life is blind
♪ Oh, new life is blind
♪ New life is blind
♪ Oh, new life is blind
♪ New life is blind
♪ I had two hands
♪ on your shoulders
♪ And my knees were squeezing
♪ at your waist
♪ And time was teasing
♪ Freezing in the frame