[ "Shame on You" by Timbuk 3 plays ]
> Shame »
2 Shame, shame.
> Shame ».
I Gunshots I > Shame, sh-shame.
I Shame I - Whoo!
I on you I - [ Laughing hysterically]
2 Shame on you, you haven't got a dime
I Shame on you, for havin' such a good time I
I Shame on you, you're a disgrace to everyone I
I Shame on you, you're havin' too much fun I.
I You're havin' too much fun I.
- Oh, yeah! - Yo! Hook 'em, 'Horns, baby!
We are on our way to the biggest party of the world.
Yeah!
I K-O-K-L-A I -[ Phone ringing ]
Red River rock 'n' roll request line. This is Stretch.
WOMAN: That's for Glen.
And could you tell the girls at Messy High
just to leave him alone?
[ Stretch laughing ] - STRETCH: Got it, and I believe it!
Glen is off-limits now.
This is Stretch on an open request line on K-OKLA in Burkburnett, Texas,
Red River rock 'n' roll from the tiptop...
of the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex.
[ "White Night" by Torch Song plays ]
Let's give Stretch a call and see what she says.
- What kinda name is Stretch? - Who knows?
[ "White Night" by Torch Song continues to play ]
[ Phone ringing ]
Red River rock 'n' roll request line. This is Stretch.
BUZZ: Yo, Stretch! This is the one and only Buzz.
And Rick the prick!
And from all the senior boys at Wheeler High to all the senior girls...
who are so stuck-up, boy, you're on the road to nowhere.
Oh, you mean we're on the road to nowhere?
No, baby.
We're on the road to Texas/0.U. weekend in Dallas!
- [ Giggles ] - You're on the road to nowhere.
- Hook 'em, 'Horns, baby. Whoo! - RICK: Whoo!
Hmm. Real funny, guys.
Okay, you wanna hang up now? Tyin' up the line. Hey, come on.
- No way, baby! - RICK: We got a lot more to travel!
[ Rick laughing ]
Hey, check it out, dude. Let's play a little chicken with the farmer here.
[ Laughing ]
- Whoo! Come on, baby. Come on. - Whoo-hoo! Come on!
[ Shrieking and whooping ]
- Come on, man. - Whoo.
[ Horn honking ]
[ Boys laughing over the phone ]
- [ Laughing continues ] - Come on!
- Whoo! Whoo! - [ Cackling ]
[ Horn honking ]
- Whoo-hoo! - Hot damn!
[ Laughing ]
Whoo-hoo! That was great! That was great!
- You got that, babe? Hot line? - BUZZ: You better stick with us, baby!
Yeah. Later, sports. Just hang up, okay?
- BUZZ: No way! - [ Laughing ]
Hook 'em, 'Horns! Whoo-00!
LG -Damn 1, I'm tr yin', darln'.
Don't call me "darlin", damn it.
[ Laughing, chattering ]
[ Gunshot]
[ Laughing, screaming continue ]
I And when the sun goes down and the moon comes up I
"1" Goo Goo Muck! By The Cramps playing I.
S 1 turn Into a teenage goo goo muck -
I You better duck when I show up 7
I The goo goo muck I.
Yeow, it's 8:11 Texas time on a Friday night.
I know nobody's listening because y'all are all zooming,
But I got a shot of hot rock 'n' roll for you anyway.
[ Phone ringing ]
[ "No One Lives Forever" by Oingo Boingo plays ]
K-OKLA, Red River rock 'n' roll request.
[ Cackling ]
What is, Stretch? This the Buzz again.
I am... not again. Hang it up, lame-o. Go call your mother.
Yeah, yeah. Talk dirty. But this is for Rick the prick.
He wants to hear, "Bright Lights, Big Titties."
Wrong! I don't want to hear it, I want to see it!
"Bright Lights, Big Titties!" Yee!
Damn. LG.7LG, get in here, please.
RICK: Yeah!
[ "No One Lives Forever" continues to play ]
RICK: Whoo!
[ Shrieking, laughing continue]
Ohh.
[ Truck horn honking ]
The fuck?
Are you crazy?
Back up, pig fucker!
[ Tires screech I.
Come on. Hurry up. Get out of here!
- RICK: Oh, my God! - They gotta hang up.
STRETCH: Come on, hang up! Hang up!
Shit! What the fuck?
[ Shrieking ]
- What the hell is that? - Some kind of geek.
- BUZZ: The geek's got a... - Come on. What is that?
BUZZ: Holy shit!
Come on. Get out of here. Where'd he come from?
I don't believe it! Shit!
RICK: Just keep driving. Come on.
- Hey, let's go. Come on. - BUZZ: What the hell is that?
- Go on! What's he doing? - BUZZ: Goddamn it!
- RICK: What's he got there? - [ Chainsaw motor revving ]
RICK: Keep it moving!
- What? - Come on. What is that?
I don't believe this shit... [ Continues, muffled ]
RICK: Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh!
- Oh! Come on, get out of here. - Holy shit!
RICK: He's got a chainsaw! He's got a fuckin' chainsaw!
- [ Screaming ] - [ Chainsaw revving ]
- That sounds like a buzz saw. - Buzz saw?
- [ Screaming ] - Hey, hang up, man.
Hang up. Hang up, hang up, hang up, hang up, hang up, hang up, hang up,
hang up, hang up, hang up!
Get him. Shoot the bastard. Get him. Shit!
I'm gonna shoot that motherfucker, yeah!
[ Laughing, hollering ]
[Yelling]
Shit! Keep back! God!
[ Screaming ]
[Yelling]
Son of a bitch! Shit!
[ Screaming on telephone ]
Missed us, assholes.
[ Screaming ]
I You make yourself sad I
I You can't change fate I. - [ Continued screaming ]
I But don't feel so bad »
I Enjoy it while you can I
I It's just like the weather I
2 So quit complaining brother »
2 No one lives forever -
[ Car crashing ]
[ Dead air buzzing ]
What? It just cut off.
Did you do that? What happened?
It's like super feedback.
Just put the underwoofer across the over flap per.
I don't know.
Just went dead air.
[ Tow truck winch moving ]
[ Workmen chattering ]
MAN: You go get some pictures...
MAN 2: Watch out...
MAN: All right, keep the tension on that line.
MAN 2: Hey, loosen that chain. We need some slack.
- [ Siren whooping ] - MAN 3: Easy! Easy!
You, get out of there!
Cowboy, get away from there. This is an accident scene.
The area is restricted. Not gonna tell you again...
It's all... it's all right, Wendell.
Lieutenant Enright, sir. We heard you might be headed this way.
Uh, did you come over for the big game?
You know why I'm here.
Yes, sir, something about the chainsaw Killers.
Your brother's kids killed...
But that was 14 years ago, sir, way down in South Texas.
Now, these are other kids.
This is just an accident. Just a couple of wild punks, out raising hell.
Yup.
One of those boys so wild, sawed his own head off going 90 mile per hour.
[ Chuckles ] Hell.
Hell's exactly what they raised.
[ Workmen chattering ]
[ Engine starting ]
Uh, no, sir. That information's off the record.
You know, sir, this is always a pretty hairy weekend for Dallas.
Whole lot of folks come to town, don't give a damn about football.
You know, they just want to go blood crazy for a few... riot.
You know what riot means, you were a ranger.
Can't hardly keep 'em down by law, and if...
If you go around promotin' this chainsaw...
Try to speak plain.
Saves time.
[ Groans ]
I have authority from the D.A.'s office to put you right back on the next plane
to Amarillo.
Well, you just do that, son. I'd like to see that authority.
[ Flicks lighter on ]
All right, Lieutenant Enright, what's your deal?
All right.
I'm gonna ask some questions.
Put it in the press. Get it in the news.
Any information about this accident,
and maybe, uh, some witnesses.
Yes, sir, I, uh... I know some old boys at the paper.
We'll get your story out for ya.
Brazos.
Bra-zos.
[ Engine starting ]
ENRIGHT: Bra-zos!
Remember the Alamo, cowboy.
[ Clicks tongue ]
[ Whooping and hollering ]
[ "Over Your Shoulder" by Concrete Blonde plays ]
MAN: Look, Ma, a whore! Wanna fuck!
- Asshole. - [ Knocking continues ]
You need a witness? I'm a witness.
Uh, this Mercedes? I think I was talkin' to those kids when it happened.
- No way was that an accident. - You saw it.
No, but I heard it. You can listen. It's here on tape.
- Oh, shit. - Come on!
[ "Over Your Shoulder" by Concrete Blonde continues]
MAN: Whoo!
Regulations. We gotta record all the call-ins.
End of the night we wipe the tapes, but I kept this one...
Just 'cause... it just got to me.
We got professionals...
I didn't know exactly what I'd heard, but I read your story,
and I think what you're lookin' for is on this tape.
You can just not fool with it.
You can slow it down now.
Um, you're just a joke in this morning's paper.
"Cowboy Chases Chainsaws."
"Dallas Police Refuse Comment."
Like you're... you know, hung up on somethin' crazy.
But I believe you. I might be the only believer you got.
"Cause it's right here. What is?"
Right on here, those Kids gettin' killed.
Now, this is evidence, sort of, right?
Yeah, it's time for you to go home.
No, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Look.
I came here because I could help you. I deejay this dumb show
on K-OKLA up in Burkburnett...
But people listen to me all across North Texas...
Now, I could put you on the radio.
Get people to believe you. Get you some help.
You're gonna get in my way.
Don't you get in my way.
No, I'm already right in the middle of this.
"This is my chance to stop playin' head-bang in" music
and do something real.
Well, I don't need anybody to stand with me.
- All right? - You can't do it alone.
[ Sighs, chuckles ] I got a perfect willingness to die.
That gives me a moral on this bunch of mad dogs.
They live on fear. They thrive on it.
I ain't got no fear left.
- Adios. - [ Loud partying in the hallway]
I ain't got no fear, Lord.
[ Country music plays ]
[ Mumbling ]
[Crowd murmuring ]
- Hard ass. - Hard ass? Me?
Well, maybe a semi hard ass, but I got a soft heart.
Looky.
- Built you a little fry house. - L.G.!
- What, darlin'? - Oh, L.G.
[Triangle clanging ]
Okay, everybody. Hush up. Listen up, y'all.
The Texas/O.U. chili cook-off champion is from...
- WOMAN: Norman, Oklahoma? No. - CROWD: No!
- Waco, Texas? Mm-mm. - [ Crowd booing ]
- Tulsa? Nope. - Pardon me.
WOMAN: Austin? Uh-uh.
He's Dallas's favorite caterer... I think he's kinda cute...
The Last Round-up Rolling Grill chef,
Drayton Sawyer!
[ Crowd applauds ]
CROWD: Drayton! Drayton! Drayton! Drayton! Drayton! Drayton!
[ Chanting continues ]
It's the second year in a row.
This year, Drayton,
you've got to tell the secret of that fabulously tasty chili!
No secret. It's the meat.
Don't skimp on the meat.
- I-I got a real good eye for prime meat. - [ Crunching ]
- Runs in the family. - [ Chuckling ]
Whoop, whoop. One of those hard-shell peppercorns.
[ Crowd laughing ]
I gotta say, I love this town.
This town loves prime meat!
[ Crowd cheering ]
So, there's the big story. Texas clobbers Oklahoma in chili.
This is Stretch, your fearless reporter,
live from Dallas.
[ Drums beating ]
[ Brass band playing ]
[ "The Eyes Of Texas" plays ]
[ Man on car radio, indistinct]
- [ Tuning radio] - [ Man shouting ]
STRETCH: Now, be sure to watch your drinkin' and drivin'...
on this wild and woolly Texas/O.U. weekend.
- This is Stretch, on K-OKLATra... - I Turns Off Radio |
[ Band continues ]
- [ Band ends ] - [ Telephone ringing ]
Cut-Rite.
Naw, 'Cell, I ain't seen Fletcher.
Well, last Friday.
Well, hell, he's on the road, then.
[ Band resumes "Eyes of Texas" ]
Well, don't believe me, then. Fine.
'Cell.
No.
I'll be with you in just a minute, sir.
[ "Life is Hard" by Timbuk 3 plays]
Now, you're as good and mean as a sting bat, 'Ceil.
CUT-RITE MANAGER: No, hell, don't call back.
No, don't you call back. I got a business here,
and Fletcher ain't none of my business.
- [ Hangs up phone ] - CUT-RITE MANAGER: Damn!
[ "Life is Hard" by Timbuk 3 continues to play ]
What can I do you for?
But don't you want to test 'em? There's gas in them.
[ Insects buzzing ]
Give them suckers a time or two.
[ Chainsaw motor revving ]
- [ Chuckling ] - Oh, my achin' banana.
Damn, what is he doing?
[ Laughing ]
[ Car approaching ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Now, this...
Is very hard to believe.
I'd like you to play that tape, missy.
Come all the way up here to Burkburnett, no shit!
Yeah.
- Oh, you wanna hear it now. - Iwanna hear it on the radio.
- On your show. - Uh-uh.
I don't think it'd be legal to do that.
F.C.C. regulations... those things.
Well, you just figure out how to do it, and do it.
You bend the rules, I don't know.
[ Clicks tongue ]
[ Chuckles ]
- Why? - Because the killers are here.
Kill sites have been clustered all over Northeast Texas the last two years.
[ Sighs deeply ]
The laws, they shy away from piecin' it together as murder.
They call it accidents, disappearances.
You got that last slaughter on tape. You play it on the radio.
Maybe then the laws will stop trying to shut me up and start helping me.
Besides, it'll give you something real to do.
You said you were gonna do this alone.
[ Sighs]
I need your help, missy.
Well, you can call me Stretch, Mr. Enright.
Well, now, you can call me Lefty.
It's mighty nice doin' business with you.
- Thanks. - All right.
You have a nice day, now.
You, too.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Drayton laughing ] - DRA YTON: Number one again!
Drayton did it again. Number one. [ Laughing ]
2 Number one, the Sawyers are number one -
[ Cackling ]
Number one.
[ Cackling continues ]
[ Bass, drums ]
K-O-K-L-A
So here's a special request we're doing this afternoon and tonight.
You steady listeners know we're playing this every hour.
This is for Lefty.
- [ Chainsaw revving ] - BUZZ: Hog fucker! Son of a bitch!
- [ Laughing ] - [ Phone Ringing ]
Last Round-up Rolling Grill. We're still number one.
I told you, boys, and I told you.
Don't call on this phone. Now damn it, get off.
What? What's on the radio?
Ah, now, don't bullshit me. I can't...
I won't... All right, what station?
- [ Tuning stations ] - This ain't no joke, boy?
- Then, I'm tunin' it in. - [ Stations changing ]
- [ Screaming ] - [ Chainsaw revving ]
You-you nap-haired idiot.
You-you've done it again!
Ah, you coon shits. You-you fudge packers,
You'll be the death of me yet! [ Screaming, buzzing continue ]
- [ Phone ringing ] - RICK: Missed us, assholes.
- [ Screaming ] - RICK: Buzz!
- K-OKLA. - RICK: Oh, God!
- Come on, Lefty. Where are you? - [ Car crashing ]
This concludes the broadcast day for K-OKLA, in Burkburnett, Texas,
Red River rock 'n' roll.
In New York, it's 1:00 a.m., still, fun city.
In LA, 10:00 at night, party time.
But deep in the heart of Texas, It's 12:00 midnight.
Ain't nothin' goin' on.
- [ "Star-Spangled Banner" plays ] - That's another cussing caller.
Your little ass gonna be IN big trouble over that tape, girl.
Nope.
[ Door opening, closing ]
[ Star-Spangled Banner continues ]
[ Sighs]
[ Hawks, spits ]
[ Sighs ] Sure got a lot of complaints, darlin'.
[ Sighs]
L.G., it was a request, right? It's listed in the logs as a request.
People complain about the request every night, right?
Uh-huh.
[ Last chorus of "Star-Spangled Banner" ]
[ Pencil scratching ]
Want to go for coffee at the Big Steak?
Nope.
[ "Star-Spangled Banner" continues ]
Huh, I guess you're waitin' on this guy Lefty?
LG...
- [ Sighs ] - Good night, L.G.
Good night.
Goddamn it!
[ Hawks, spits ]
[ "Star-Spangled Banner" ends ]
[ "Mind Warp" by The Lords of the New Church plays ]
Shit!
I Mind warp I -[ Phone Ringing ]
K-OKLA, this is Stretch.
Hello?
> Stop -
Hello, Lefty?
[ Phone hangs up, dial tone] I You hear that too I.
I I lit a cigarette last loneliness I
I I left her body a mess I.
I You can get away with murder out here I.
I Did you ever run out of gas I. - [ Metallic Banging]
[ Metal Scraping ]
L.G.? I Mind warp I
[ Banging, rattling ]
Lefty?
2 Ooh, wild, wild West they're like a pal to me -
I Hear that big stereo sound of that... I.
I Don't beat around the bush »
I 'Cause you don't know what's hidin' there now I.
JDovya??'
[ "Mind Warp" by The Lords of the New Church ends ]
Lefty?
[ Grunting, growling ]
I-I wanna...
I want to buy some, uh, radio ad time.
Are you fuckin' crazy? We are closed!
Off the air till tomorrow. You'll have to just... come back...
MAN: No, but... but yeah, but...
Whoa! So, this is radio land, huh? The infinite turtle?
The waves through the ether fuzz roll on forever?
R-roar-r-r!
Can't close that. Hi, I know what you're thinking.
"This is weird. Hopin' I can handle it." [ Laughing ]
You know?
You're my fave.
Me and "Bubba', my little brother, we listen to you every night."
Music is my life.
You know, you're my fave.
But I get too embarrassed to phone in my request.
It's too disembodied, you know?
- But, uh... ahh! - [ Sizzling ]
Now that we're here in flesh and blood,
I could maybe make a request, and it'd still count, huh?
Uh-huh, sure. Mm-hmm.
Well, what about, uh...
Iron Butterfly? [ Laughing ]
You know, like uh, "In-A-Vida-Da-Gadda, Baby"?
Oh, it's heavy! You know, I've never been...
to a r-r-radio station before.
Do you think you could do me a tour, huh?
[ Clicks lighter ]
- Tour? - [ Muttering ]
All right.
Tour? Sure. Mm-hmm, sure.
But seriously quick. And it ends at the exit sign.
Oh, boy! Okay. Yeah, sure!
Okay, your tour. Here's your tour. Here's your tour.
- Here's a lamp. - Yeah, a lamp.
- Here's a typewriter. - Whoa!
- Rubber man. - Uh-huh. Rubber man. I like him.
Armadillo. Here's Mr. Shark.
MAN: Oh, Mr. Shark! [ Laughing ]
Here's some flowers.
- Rolodex. - MAN: Oh, very nice.
- Here's a lamp. - Oh!
And there's the exit sign. Tour's over.
Ahh.
[ Laughing ]
"E-X..."
LT.
Exit! [ Laughing ]
- Good night. - Oh! Good night!
Good night!
Good night. [ Chuckling ]
[ Sizzling ]
Good night.
Good night!
[ Chuckling ]
Hey, what about my request?
You know.
That Lefty request record?
Th-that you honked out today?
I loved that!
Let's see, uh...
[ Makes noise like a chainsaw ]
[ Imitating gunshots, screaming ]
[ Chuckling ]
Wh-what was it, anyway? The Rambo Ill soundtrack?
[ Grunts ]
Gonna play it again?
[Scraping wall ]
[ Breathing deeply ]
Sure would like it.
Hey! Maybe I could get a copy!
And-and you could autograph it!
To, uh, uh, "A far-out fan"!
- What's in here? - Record vault.
Oh, where you keep the "golden oldies"?
And, uh... And maybe, uh... Maybe the new music's in th...
[ Chainsaw revving ]
- [ Stretch screaming ] - Ow, not me, you dumb-ass!
Get the girl! Get the girl!
[ Screaming ]
[ Leatherface screaming ]
[Yelling]
[ Screaming ]
Ow, OwW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, Ow!
He dented my plate! Ow, my brain is burnin'!
'Nam flashback! 'Nam flashback! Ohh.
- [ Chainsaw revving ] - Owww!
Leatherface, you bitch, I'll...
Look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig 'do!
Oh, goddamn, I can't believe it.
You got to buy me a new plate cover!
You got to buy me a new plate cover, Leatherface.
- Ohh! - [ Chainsaw continues ]
Oh.
Oh, he's going to send me back to the V.A. hospital,
with this dent in my plate.
[ Groaning ]
Well, at least he didn't mess me up. [ Chuckles ]
[ Chainsaw continues ]
Dog will hunt. Get that bitch, Leatherface!
Get that bitch! [ Laughing ]
Dog will hunt.
[ Grunting, screaming ]
[ Screaming ]
Go away!
No-0-0-0!
Shit. Humble Pie! [ Laughing ]
Hurry up, Leatherface! Hurry up! Get that bitch!
[ Screaming ]
Go away!
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain!
[ Chuckles ]
Music is my life!
[ Stretch sobbing ]
[ Chainsaw motor stalls ]
[ Chainsaw motor revving, sputtering ]
[ Frustrated screaming ]
They live on fear. They live on fear. They live on fear.
They live on fear. They live on fear.
[ "Haunted Head" by Concrete Blonde plays on car radio ]
[Turns engine off, radio ]
[Humming]
I The ghost inside your haunted head I.
[ Stops singing ]
[ Crickets chirping ]
[ Hawks, spits ]
[ Crickets chirping ]
Stretch, darlin', you know the door's unlocked?
- [ Metal clanging ] - Hey!
- What the shit? - Hey!
L-lick my plate, you dog dick!
What the fuck you think you're doin' in here,
you crazy-lookin' little son of a bitch?
Get out of here!
[ Chainsaw revving ]
Shit!
[ Screaming ]
Time for incoming mail! [ Hammer thudding ]
[ Laughing, whooping ]
Ho Chi Minh! [ Laughing continues ]
- [ Thudding ] - [ L.G. groaning]
A-one, and a-two, and a-three!
[ Cackling ]
Go, young Leatherface!
[ Screaming ]
[ Chainsaw revving ]
[ Metal being cut ]
- [ Motor shutting off] - [ Screaming ]
Go away! Leave me alone!
[ Sobbing ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Continues screaming ]
[ Laughing ]
No, no, no, no, no, please, don't!
Incoming mail!
No, no, no, please, don't! No!
No, no, please, God! Stop it!
[ Screaming continues ]
No, no, please, God!
Stop it! God, no!
No, no, please, God! [Whimpering ]
Are you mad at me?
How mad at me are you?
You're not really mad at me.
How good are you?
Huh?
[ Shuddering ]
CHOP-TOP: Get that bitch, Leatherface! Get that bitch!
How... good...
are... you?
Oh.
Really?
Oh. Are you really, really... good?
[ Shuddering ]
You're really, really good.
You're really good.
[ Shuddering ]
You're the best.
[ Continues to shudder ]
Oh, no!
- [ Screams ] - [ Chainsaw sputters, stops ]
[ Screaming ]
- [ Chainsaw starts ] - [ Yelling ]
[ Screams I No, no!
[ Yelling continues ]
No, God!
No, please, God!
[ Continues to yell ]
STRETCH: No, God!
[ Screaming ]
- Oh, God, oh, God! - [ Yelling continues ]
Leatherface. [ Chuckles ]
Did you get her, "Bubba'? Did you get that bitch?"
[ Chuckling ]
She... she was my fave.
But she knew.
And now nobody knows.
[ Chucklin Oh! 9!
Look what you did to my plate, you bitch!
You got her? Did you get her good?
Hey. Slap me five.
I got one, too.
A bonus body!
[ Cackling ]
Look at that beef.
Help me get it out of here.
[ Continues to cackle ]
Whoa!
Ooh!
- Giddyup! - [ Horn honking ]
No. They'll get away.
[ Whispering ] No, no. They'll get away.
They can't get away.
[ Truck engine starts ]
Goddamn it, Lefty. You're late.
Damn it, Lefty.
[ Frogs croaking ]
[ Bird screeching ]
[ Owl hooting ]
[ Bird screeching ]
Oh!
Ugh!
[Whimpering ]
Ugh!
Stretch!
Lefty?
[ Rumbling ]
- [ Screams ] - Stretch!
- [ Screaming ] - Hold on!
Grab onto something! Hold onto it!
Lefty, they came! Where were you?
I had to do it. Damn, I used you, girl.
I'm here now. Grab hold of this.
Grab hold of this. Now, don't you cry, little sister. I'm here now.
Come on. I'm here now. You can get it. Come on, now.
- You got it. Come on. - [ Shuddering ]
- Aah! - Come on! Grab it!
[ Screaming ]
[ Continues screaming ]
Oh, my God.
[ Bird screeching ]
Oh Lord...
Help me beat this stranger that walks beside me...
and takes away my strength.
Lord, you show me the end.
Show me what I fear, so I don't fear it no more.
[ Screaming ]
[ Bats squeaking ]
[ Kicking wall ]
It's the devil's playground.
[ Chainsaw revving ]
I'm bringin' it down! Down to Hell!
[ Revving chainsaw ]
Bring it all down!
[ Shouting ]
[ Bats flapping ]
[ Water dripping ]
[ Faint chattering ]
DRAY TON: Hate to say it, but that hillbilly hog
you boys got earlier
is the top catch tonight!
CHOP-TOP: That's mine, my hit! Not Bubba's. Me! Me!
DRAYTON: Oh, bust it up!
CHOP-TOP: Wanna go to the movies? No crowds.
Everybody's at the football parties. Huh?
- [ Flies buzzing I. - DRAY TON: Tonight's a washout.
Biggest meat-eater weekend of the month,
and we're gonna lose money on it.
Damn it all. Maybe just ought to quit.
CHOP-TOP: Oh, yeah? Kiss my plate, Mr. Big Shot.
Maybe you forgot. This chromedome bankrolled this little business.
No lucky gook with a machete, no head wound.
No head wound, no fancy rolling grill and go-go.
Ain't no fool. Kiss it. Don't forget it.
[ Electric knife revving ]
Peel that pig and slice him thick.
- That's my sweet pea. - Get them hogs on the grill.
Big pre-game brunch tomorrow means a ton of croissant sandwiches.
Oh, I love this town.
Hey, you nitwit. Get back in here and get this grill goin'.
[ Electric knife revving ]
[ Shuddering ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Electric knife revving ]
[Humming]
[ Continues revving knife ]
[ Flies buzzing ]
[ Shuddering ]
[Humming]
[ Continues shuddering ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Crying quietly]
- [ Metal clanging ] - Oh! Oh!
[ Gasps, sobs ]
- [ Leatherface screams ] - No. No. No good.
No good.
[Whimpering ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Grunting ]
Come on, Bubba. The Cook's out here,
and he's chewin' ass like it was steak!
You gotta run for that money now. Chase that dollar. Go fast to catch it.
You dumb baboozer. Too dumb to even close...
I'm tired of kicking your asses.
What are you doing? You trying to hide something?
[Whimpering ]
Well, get that eyeball pate workin'.
Hey, you coon shit, where you goin'? We need the club sandwiches...
Help. Help me. Please.
Please help me.
Can you help me get out of here?
What is... put that down. Put that down.
Put that down! What is that?
Is it wet? It's wet. Put it down.
[ Sobbing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Shuddering ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Chainsaw revving ]
[ Both gasp ]
[ Stretch continues gasping ]
[ Sobbing ]
[ Groaning ]
- [ Grunting ] - [ Gasps ]
[ Grunting continues ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Screaming ]
[L.G. groaning]
[ Hawks, spits ]
My darlin'.
[ Sobbing ]
Darlin'. Darlin'.
Don't be scared, darlin'.
[ Screaming ]
STRETCH: Oh, no, L.G.
[ Groaning ]
Oh, no! Oh, no!
LG!
Oh, my God!
L.G., they got you, too?
Oh, L.G.!
[ Hawks, spits ]
We got to get you all loose.
[ Groaning ]
I guess I'm fallin' apart on you, honey.
No!
Naw!
[ Sighs]
Shit.
[ Sobbing ]
LG.
I love you.
[ Rumbling ]
[ Laughing, chattering ]
DRAY TON: Hey, get me those lawyers.
Legal meat, yum!
CHOP-TOP: Legal meat, yeah!
DRAY TON: Bubba, you idiot! Get your ass over here.
- DRAY TON: You fucked up again. - CHOP-TOP: You fucked up again.
He says, "Hey, you get me those lawyers. Legal meat, y'all."
[ Chattering continues ]
DRAY TON: Our valuable Kill time wasted
runnin' down them coked-up pencil necks.
And not a good chop on the whole bunch.
I pick the vittles. Get it?
I. Me. Nobody but me.
Bubba, you home wreckin'...
Busted again, huh? That's the main support beam...
Fuck, you idiots! You're fucked...
[ Muttering ]
Look what your brother's done now. You coon shit.
You cut the main support beam. And this is what happens.
Of course this is what happens.
- [ Maniacal laughing] - That pig's ruined!
Dirty meat don't cut it.
Family standards only require the best meat in town.
More money lost.
I never, never, never get a break.
Work. Work night and day...
Presenting myself to the people, selling, selling.
You pair of prima Donnas fool around here and listen to the radio all day...
And... sawing down your own house.
[ Revving chainsaw ]
Take it all down!
Bring it all down!
Bury the devil!
[ Revving chainsaw ]
May the Lord have mercy on our souls.
[ Shouting ]
Get that thing out of here.
Maybe it cracked the main butane tank.
It's up there. Go look at it.
Taxes, taxes.
Damn property taxes fuck up everything.
Crooks don't pay taxes. Politicians don't.
Movie stars don't.
It's the little guy that can't make a dime. He pays the taxes.
Small businessman gets it in the ass every time.
I ought to quit.
CHOP-TOP: Right, it's, "junk, quit, dump this, cook show."
Sell off this turkey. It's time. It's in the air.
It's what the public wants.
I don't wanna hear that again.
It's 'Nam land!
[ Revving chainsaw ]
- [ Stretch squeals ] - Yeow!
Well, what the hell was that?
I don't know, boy. It looked like a big, big fireball.
[ Laughing maniacally]
Whoo! [ Cackling ]
'Nam land.
CHOP-TOP: Napalm.
Fire in the hole. Whoo!
That's the main butane tank up there, Bubba.
Go look at it. Get your butt movin', boy.
Go up and look at it. Go look at it.
- I'll kick your little ass again. - Not now. It's 'Nam land.
- It's a hit. It's a bang. It's a smash. - Shut him up, Bubba!
Did you see it?
Well, did ya? Didn't ya?
Did ya? Didn't ya?
Go check it out, boy.
- 'Nam land! - Oh, shut up.
I told you to go check it out, boy, before I start kickin' your ass.
Some kind of crazy booger just skipped through here.
Nah! A booger? How big?
A big crazy booger. Let's haul butt, bro.
[ Chainsaw revving ]
[ Chainsaw winds down ]
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Franklin.
Don't you cry, my brother.
I'm here now.
They can't do this.
- They can't do this! - [ Chainsaw starts ]
They can't do this! They can't do this!
[ Chainsaw revving ]
I'll take you back to Hell!
I'll take you to hell!
[ Bats squeaking ]
[Whimpering ]
[ Chainsaw revving ] [ Screams |
[ Screams |
[ Chainsaw revving ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Yelling ]
[ Screaming ]
- All right, all right! - [ Chainsaw winds down ]
Let's talk about it.
Okay, what, are you pissed off? What about me?
Listen, this is not gonna work out.
[ Sobbing ]
I'm trying to be open with you. It's nobody's fault. I just can't do this.
Let me go.
What the hell's going on here?
Bubba, you nap-haired idiot.
Get out of here.
[ Shuddering ]
Who's this?
I get it.
Are you the saboteur that's fuckin' up our house?
Trying to put me out of business?
Thousands of dollars lost.
- You got that kind of money? - CHOP-TOP: No!
It's the deejay. My fave.
That dirty thing?
DRAY TON: You told me you boys got her.
CHOP-TOP: Well, yeah.
Leatherface killed her once already tonight.
But look. She's red-faced.
Bubba's been playing with her. Bubba likes her.
Bubba's got a girlfriend.
Bubba's got a girlfriend Bubba's got a girlfriend.
Bubba's got a girlfriend Bubba's got a girl...
[ Shouts, laughing ]
Is that what this is, Bubba?
The ol' cock and cunt swindle, huh?
S-C-E-X. Sex.
Hey, ya had to find out about it, didn't ya? Ya just couldn't leave it alone.
If you wanted to know about it so bad, why didn't you ask me?
Oh, you wanna know about it? You wanna know about it?
Ask me. Ask me!
It's a swindle, that's all. So don't get mixed up in it.
Help me. Help me.
Help me.
- Please help me. Please help me. - "Help me."
Please help me.
All right, Miss Pries, cut that out.
Leave him alone, damn it!
Bubba, you were supposed to finish her. Finish her now.
- Burn her like a rat. - Finish her.
- Burn her like a rat! - Finish her now.
Burn her like a rat! Burn her like a rat-rat-rat!
- Burn her like a rat! - DRAY TON: Finish her now!
Finish her now, Bubbal! Finish her!
CHOP-TOP: Finish her!
Give me that.
Turn traitor for a piece of tail.
You got one choice, boy... sex or the saw.
Sex is, well, nobody knows.
But the saw, the saw is family.
- It's family. - Wait till granddad hears about this.
Take her away.
- She's in the garbage now. - Oh, no.
- Oh, no! - A-one...
And a-two...
And a-three!
[ Screaming ]
Dinnertime, damn it! Let's go.
Eat and run. Eat and run.
There's a lot of hungry football fans to feed.
Hurry it up. Grandpa likes to go fast.
He always did. Come on. Come on.
Time eats money. [ Chuckling ]
Those damn coon shits.
Oh, the weight of the family.
I stoop my shoulders taking care of my younger brothers.
It squashed the young years out of my life...
Like a can of cheese whip.
I wouldn't wish this rotten life off...
on a one-eyed ferret with mange.
You're the first girl Bubba's brought home to dinner.
She's a real special occasion.
Oh, Grandpa sure looks forward to meeting you.
He's 137 years old, but still as fast as Jesse James.
So don't you worry none.
- Here comes Grandpa now. - [ Screaming ]
God bless you, Grandpa.
Oh, it's playtime, it's dinnertime,
Your little boys have some left here for you,
[ Brothers in unison ] Yes, no, yes no, yes, we do,
We love you, We love you,
[ Screaming continues ]
Take it easy now. Take it easy with Grandpa.
- That's right, easy. - Get him over here easy.
That's right, boys.
[ Stretch screaming ]
Easy with Grandpa, now.
CHOP-TOP: Oh, easy with Grandpa.
STRETCH: Oh, please, no.
Don't rattle him like that, damn it!
You're balling up his shit.
[ Screaming ]
Grandpa's strict liquid diet keeps him as fresh as a rose.
Every spring the Atlas Rendering Company...
used to throw a big barbecue for Grandpa.
Oh, he was the master.
He was the one and only.
He showed us all the business.
We was raised in meat.
But then after the glory, here comes the shame.
Atlas went for automation.
The electrified cages, the cold steel chutes,
the air-powered head hammers.
It drove Grandpa crazy seeing things done like that.
Let me go! Let me go!
Oh, that's all right. That's all right. It be over soon.
Get the hammer.
The crunching and the grinding...
He just couldn't stand it, no way.
So, that was all she wrote.
One morning, Grandpa just quit going in.
It was the shame.
It was the shame. The shame.
There's more work to do. Let's get on with it.
Right. Let's get on with it. Bingo!
Give me that. Get that tub over there in a hurry.
Do I have to do every damn thing around here?
You just sit...
Bubba, she's ready. Bring her on down.
[ Rodent squeaking ]
- Oh, no! - Bring her on down, damn it!
STRETCH: No! No!
Bring her on down!
Ah! No! No, no, no!
- No! No! No! - Shh.
Help me. No, no, no!
Let me go! You gotta let me go! Please, help me!
- This will be one you won't forget. - Please, help me!
It's a real honor.
Grandpa, he's a one-hitter.
And it's just like goin' home.
[ Screaming ] Please, help me! No!
No, no, God!
Help me! Let me go!
Let me go! Let me go!
Help me, please!
Please, help me!
Let's go see Grandpa, boy!
- STRETCH: No, God! - Come on, bring the bitch down.
[ Screams I No, no!
No, no! Let me go!
Let go!
Let me go! No! No!
No, no, no!
[ Chuckles ]
Here come the judge. Here come the judge.
- [ Chuckles ] - No!
All right, now, don't ruin Grandma's favorite rug.
Be careful of the splatter. You gotta be careful of the splatter.
Oh, great Grandma...
- In chainsaw heaven. - No!
Oh, God!
Please, don't hoodoo the boy.
Hey, Grandpa, here's the big boy.
Look what Bubba brought ya.
Hey, Grandpa, Bubba's got somethin'to show ya here.
Look, a slurpy booty.
Hit her, Grandpa.
Let's see you do it now. Come on, Grandpa. You're the best.
- Hit her, Grandpa. - Come on.
Remember those beaves. Come on. One-hitter.
CHOP-TOP: Hit her, Grandpa.
Come on, you...
[ Groaning ]
[ Muttering ]
[ Screaming ]
Hit her. Hit that bitch. Hit that bitch.
Come on, Grandpa. You can do it. You're the best.
[ Shouting ] [ Screaming ]
Ah, come on, Grandpa. You're the best.
Hit her Grandpa! Come on, Grandpa!
CHOP-TOP: You're the best, Grandpa!
[ Screaming continues ]
CHOP-TOP: Hit that bitch, Grandpa. Hit her.
[ Chuckling ]
Come on, Grandpa. Hit her. Come on, Grandpa, you're the best.
Yeah!
Oh, that's good, isn't it, Grandpa?
[ Hammer falls in tub]
Aw, Grandpa!
- That a boy, Grandpa. - Get that bitch now, Grandpa.
- Come on, Grandpa, you can do it. - Get her now, Grandpa!
[ Screaming ]
- STRETCH: No! No! - [ Chuckling ]
[ Grunting ]
Hit that bitch. Hit that bitch.
Come on, Grandpa! You can do it!
[ Laughing ]
Come on, Grandpa!
Oh, Grandpa, Let's get on with it.
Oh! All right. Slurpy booty time.
[ Chainsaw revving ]
LEFTY: I Bringing in the sheaves I
2 We shall come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves 7.
CHOP-TOP: I Bringing in the sheaves I.
I Bringing in the sheaves I.
Oh, Shut up! 2 We will come rejoicing ».
What the hell's going on here? I Bringing in the sheaves I.
LEFTY: I Sowin' in the mornin' I
I Sowin' seeds of kindness I
I Sowin' in the noontide I
I And the dewy eve I.
I Waiting for the harvest I.
I And the time of reaping I.
I We shall come rejoicing I
I Bringing in the sheaves I.
[ Drums ]
Boys, boys, boys.
What the hell's goin' on here?
DRAY TON: That the American way of entering a man's home,
singing like that?
Oh, I get it. The old pressure game, huh?
Boys...
Ya never should have been doin' this.
Who sent ya? Those sissies over at Delmar Catering?
That chickenshit Burrito Man bunch?
[ Cackling ]
Well, I don't care, ya hear? Yeah, that's right.
It's a dog-eat-dog world.
And from where I sit, there just ain't enough damn dogs.
If you can't stand the heat, get out of the damn kitchen.
[ Cackling ]
Hey, how much, huh? Let's make a deal right here.
Real cash money.
Just you and me, huh? I don't care who sent ya.
I'm the lord of the harvest.
Who's that? Some new health food bunch?
Come on. Come on.
Is there any money in it, you wanna know?
Yeah, right here. How much? Huh? How much?
- Lefty. - Sister.
Lefty!
- Brazos! - [ Revs chainsaw ]
- [ Muttering ] - [ Screams ]
Run, sister, run!
[ Grunting ]
[Yelling]
[ Screams |
[Yelling]
[ Cackling ]
[ Maniacal laughing ]
[Yelling]
Small businessman...
always, always, always gets it in the ass!
Sure... sure took care of my "hams."
Saved a trip to the hospital.
Ah, looks... looks bad.
Sure burned my beans bad on that one.
[ Shouting ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Screams I.
Maybe it's time to just shut down.
Time to shut down the show, yeah.
Yeah, pull the plug. Come here, Nubbins.
[ Chainsaw revving ]
Where... where's that old "fuck you, Charlie," huh?
[ Screaming ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Leatherface groaning ]
That... that little "just in case," baby.
Where'd you put it?
Ah!
Yeah, there it is.
Man... man builds a good, sturdy trade...
by hookin' and crookin'.
And then... kerplooey!
The gods just kick him right in the balls.
Oh, no. Not this time.
[ Maniacal laughing ]
- No! No! - [ Laughing continues]
[ Gasping ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Sign buzzing ]
I got the last laugh right here.
[Yelling]
[ Screams |
[ Grenade going off ]
CHOP-TOP: Goin' down now.
[ Screams |
[ Chop-Top screams I.
CHOP-TOP: Goin' down! Goin' down now!
Whoa!
[ Grunting ]
Here I come, you hog bitch!
You hog bitch!
Dead end, girl. Dead end now.
Dead end city.
Look at my face.
Look. Look!
[ Laughing ]
It's like death eatin' a cracker, idn't it?
Huh? Huh?
No!
Get away from her! Get away!
Yeow! Don't touch her! No!
- [ Screaming ] - Grandma!
No-0-0-0!
Grandma! Grandma!
Grandma!
You killed her, you hog bitch!
[ Screaming ]
[ Maniacal laughter]
[ Chainsaw starts ]
Die!
[ Screaming ]
[ Screaming continues ]
[ "Strange Things Happen" by Stewart Copeland ]
I Strange things happen to a man on the road -
I Strange things happen to a man who's alone -
J Doesn't matter where you come from 7
I Doesn't matter where you wanna go I.
I Doesn't matter if you're on your way home I
I Doesn't matter who you know I.
I Strange things happen to a man on the road -
I Strange things happen to a man who's alone -
I Back home you got a solid life I
I That life don't mean a thing out here 2
I Back home you got a loving wife I
2 She can't hear you calling out here ».
J Strange things happen ».
J Strange things happen »
I That you never heard about at home I.
J Doesn't matter where you come from 7.
I Doesn't matter where you wanna go I.
I Doesn't matter if you're on your way home I
I Doesn't matter who you know I.
I Strange things happen to a man on the road -
I Strange things happen to a man who's alone -
J Strange things happen ».
J Strange things happen »
I That they never told you about at home I.
J Strange things happen ».
J Strange things happen »
I That they never told you about at home I.
[ Chainsaw revving ]