The Last House On The Left
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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 .
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 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.
l changed. l changed this winter.
-What do you mean, you changed?
-l mean, my breasts filled out.
Didn't you notice? Look.
-They were nothing last summer.
-l didn't know you last summer.
-l know. They have.
-Congratulations!
Come on. l feel like a woman
for the first time in my life.
Yeah?
Rodney Johnson!
Crazy!
The police have spread
their dragnet over five states...
...to catch the fugitives
and their accomplices.
Far out! This is gorgeous.
According to reliable sources...
Leave that on, Phyllis. l want to hear it.
...the daring daylight escape
of the two convicted murderers...
...dope pushers, and rapists
cost the lives of two prison guards...
...and surprisingly,
the life of a German shepherd.
According to eyewitness reports,
the animal...
...which was sent after the two men,
was kicked to death...
...by a young, animal-like woman
who leaped from the getaway car.
The alleged driver of the car
was Junior Stillo.
Junior Stillo is the illegitimate son
of the leader of the two escapees...
...Krug Stillo, who was serving
a life sentence for the triple slaying...
...of a priest and two nuns.
Krug Stillo is reputed to have hooked
his own son on heroin...
...to control the youngster's life.
The man is armed
and considered extremely dangerous.
The second escaped convictis identified
as Fred ''Weasel'' Podowski...
...who has a long police record
for child molesting, peeping Tom-ism...
...and assault with a deadly weapon.
The three men were accompanied
in their escape by an unknown woman...
...described only as young, strong,
and animal-like.
Police believe the four may still be
in the New York City area...
...but expect them to try to leave
the state within the next hours.
Thanks. Sounds like good advice.
''l'm singin' in the rain''
Sadie!
-Yeah?
-Hurry up! l want to take a bath, too.
Okay! What do you think
of your new clothes?
l handpicked them at Korvette's.
Wonderful.
-Who is it?
-lt's J. Edgar Hoover.
-Any trouble?
-No.
-Where's Sadie?
-Taking a bath.
ls Junior back yet?
Yeah, and l'm here, too.
-Send him with my beer.
-You heard her.
Go to the icebox and get a beer.
There's a lady in there, man.
Here's your beer.
There he is. The man of the hour.
Thank you.
-You glad your old man's out of the clink?
-Sure.
You know, it's really a shame
you don't get along better with Krug.
You got to change your head around.
Become someone else altogether.
l've been thinking about names
and everything.
How does ''Agatha Greenwood'' grab you?
Like something out of Brighter Day.
You're probably right.
What do you want to be?
-A frog.
-You look like a frog.
lf l was a frog, l'd have my own lily pad.
l could sit there all day long, just....
l could do that, man,
nobody would bother me.
l could watch the flies.
Better watch him, Krug!
Leave Sadie alone, you little toad,
or l'll squash you flat as a lily pad.
-Do we have time before the concert?
-Don't worry about it.
Goodie! l want to have
at least two scoops.
l know what l'm going to have.
Mint chocolate chip.
-Mint chocolate chip?
-Yeah.
No, l don't like that.
-What's this yellow stuff right here?
-Lemon sherbet.
Sherbet. l don't want sherbet.
-Can l taste yours?
-Make your own. What do you want?
l don't want that. l want....
What else do you have?
Banana Royal, Neapolitan,
Maple Walnut, Tutti-Frutti--
-Nuts!
-Nuts for the nut.
Big goon, put me down!
l hate you!
Let me up.
Forget it! You've got the cream
of American manhood here.
The cream of American manhood.
That's good, Krug!
Shut up! And get away from my woman.
Your woman?
l thought she was our woman.
Just a minute! Buzz off!
l'm not neither of yours woman.
l am my own frigging woman!
-She's right, Krug.
-You shut up!
What have you been doing?
Reading them creep women lib magazines
while l was up in the jug?
Maybe.
Why don't you just lay back
and enjoy being inferior?
Zing off! You male chauvinist dog!
Pig, Sadie.
-What?
-Male chauvinist pig.
Okay, you male chauvinist pig!
-She's right.
-You shut up!
l ain't putting out any more until l get
a couple more chicks around here.
-Couple of more chicks?
-Yeah. Equal representation.
-What, are you crazy?
-She's right.
Get out of here!
God! This neighborhood's awful.
lt's so dirty. My mother was right.
lt's not awful, it's just funky. That's all.
Dirt all over.
Keep your eyes open
for someone who might be dealing.
-Want me to ask him?
-Go ahead.
Hey, man.
You don't know where we could score
on some good grass, do you?
-l don't know that stuff.
-Thanks.
-Bummer.
-Come on.
Oh, man! Lady! Come on back here.
Let's get together.
Yeah?
l do happen to have in my possession...
...an extra ounce of good stuff.
-What kind?
-Colombian.
Colombian? Far out!
-How much?
-$ .
$ and it's Colombian?
l need the money, but if that's too high--
No! That's great. We'll take it.
How do we get it?
-This is my roommate, Sam.
-Hiya, girls!
This is my sister, Martha.
These girls want to buy some grass.
Come on in.
-Gotcha!
-Shit!
Stick around a while. How about a bite?
l'd like a little something to eat.
Nice going, junkie. Here's your yum-yums.
So much for him.
l don't want you girls to worry.
l mean, we just wanted some company.
That's all, you know.
lt wasn't that expensive at all.
Looks good.
-This room belongs in a magazine.
-Not bad, if l do say so.
l feel like a bridegroom. l'm hearing bells.
l have a cake in the oven. Come on.
A cake?
You wanted some grass?
What do you want with some grass?
You guys ain't cows, is ya?
Little cows looking for some grass?
Let me hear you moo. Come on.
But they got those
cute little udders on them.
You guys let us the hell out of here,
or l'm going to start screaming!
You're gonna scream?
Listen.
Let me give you a little bit of free advice...
...if you make one peep....
Cockeyed as hell.
l should have bought one at the bakery.
They have such pretty ones there.
Nonsense. lt's truly remarkable.
Come on in the living room.
l want to attack you.
Listen. Why don't you guys let us go?
We know you were just kidding around.
We'll split, and we won't say
anything to anybody. l swear.
You must think we're pretty stupid.
No.
We ain't stupid.
We might be...
...horny old pigs...
...but we ain't stupid.
-Get your hands away.
-Come on. l had her first. Please.
l said get your hands away, bitch!
Chicken breast.
Phyllis!
Do that again, and you're dead.
Easy, Weasel.
We don't want to off somebody
the first night out.
Be a shame to get this floor
all messed up with blood.
Be so messy.
There are other ways to do things.
No!
Stop it.
Castle's ready. Here's to the princess.
To the princess!
To her queen.
Come on!
Okay, sweetheart,
l'll put you right on top of your friend.
-Take it easy, you could hurt 'em.
-They're okay.
Okay, the both of you settle down,
you got a long ride ahead.
l'm outta here.
Yes.
-It's pretty common, you know?
-Yes, l understand.
-Sure she hasn't called?
-No, she hasn't.
-Sorry I couldn't have been of more help.
-Thank you very much. You're very kind.
Goodbye.
Nothing?
The theater manager said the concert
was over at : this morning.
lt's dawn now.
We'll wait an hour,
then we'll call the police.
Come on! Things are not that bad.
At least we have our phone again.
She's all right. Staying out all night.
lt's classic.
lt's a kid's way of saying she's grown up.
lt's that damned Phyllis Stone's fault.
Don't! She'll come home.
Let her have her fling.
Taking them girls, that's the kind of crime
people never forgive you for.
Sex crime.
Shut up! You're disturbing my rhythm.
How did we get into
this sex crime business, anyway?
My brother Sol, the plumber,
he makes twice as much money as me...
...and gets three weeks vacation, too.
Shut up, shithead!
You think the cops is closing in on us?
l just got this feeling
at the back of my neck.
Maybe you got crabs.
l wonder what the meanest, foulest,
rottenest, raunchiest sex crime ever was.
Sadie! What do you think
the sex crime of the century was?
Shit!
l'm serious!
l ought to kill you.
How 'bout the Boston Strangler?
l always admired him.
-Bush league!
-l've got it!
-You sure?
-Yeah! Frood!
-Frood?
-Sigmund Frood!
Do you remember when a telephone pole
was just a telephone pole?
-Yeah.
-Not anymore, sweetheart.
lt's a giant puh-hay-lis.
Puh-hay-lis?
l can't even look at the Grand Canyon
anymore without crossing my legs.
That's bullshit.
This icing is delicious.
You must get a lot of hysterical parents
calling you now, Sheriff?
-lt's not that unusual, Mrs. Collingwood.
-Oh?
We've gotten lots of calls like this
in the past few years.
Kids running off to the big city
for a few days.
Our chances are that Mari will be back
before supper.
Still, it's wise of you to call us.
At least all our phones are working.
That's just great!
We're a million miles from nowhere, too!
King car of the road!
-All right, what's the matter?
-lt stopped!
l think l've found the trouble.
This thing pulled out,
and it's all covered with oil.
Christ, didn't they teach you nothing
in reform school?
Take it easy on him, he's just a kid.
l know, but when l was his age,
l could fix any car in two seconds.
Hey, Krug. Where the hell are we?
l just have the strangest feeling
we should be doing something more.
Now, hold on.
My deputy Harry,
he's down there in the radio car.
He's calling New York right now.
And if we hear anything....
Here he is right now.
What did you hear?
New York police don't have
anybody of her description...
...in jail or on ice.
lt's their term.
Guy in the morgue says
he hasn't had a kid on ice all day.
First time in five years.
ls that the last of the cake?
There's a tool kit in the trunk.
l want you to start this goddamn car.
Bitch! She bit me!
This ain't getting us out of the state.
She bit me! That bitch bit me!
Weasel, we're gonna have a little fun.
Car's on the blink, Weasel.
-No.
-And while we've got you brats along....
What are you gonna do?
We ain't going to be able to call
a mechanic, go to a gas station, nothing.
We'll get the phone in service
so we can get a call from her.
lt'll be all right.
Kids get ants in their pants sometimes.
She's just letting off a little steam.
Come on, there!
Dig these crazy woods here.
Come on, Junior.
Move it.
Go to the right, down by the water.
-Who do you suppose that is?
-l don't recognize it.
-Looks like someone got stuck.
-Want to go have a look?
No. Come on, let's go, kid.
We've got more important things to do.
That ain't going to find us
Mari Collingwood.
Weasel, take out your knife.
l'm gonna tell this little lady here
to do something.
And if she doesn't do exactly
what l tell her to...
...l want you to cut her...
...friend.
Oh, brother!
-Untie them.
-Come on.
He's talking to you.
Come here.
Piss your pants.
Piss your pants!
l said, piss your pants.
You sick mother!
Phyllis, he cut me.
Piss your pants.
Do it!
Watch her pee.
She's doing it.
Look at that!
Oh, God! Hell!
That's beautiful.
Now, take them off.
l said, take them off!
You're so sick!
Yeah! Take them off!
-l told you about her.
-She's got lovely legs.
This is really a riot, man! l dig it!
-Take them off! Take it all off.
-She got her little panties all stained.
Can we get Weasel a pair of those pants?
Do you want a pair of those pants, Weasel?
How about some
with a couple of hearts on them?
-She's got a good-looking ass on her.
-Come on, we're going to play. Up we go.
Hit her.
Hard!
Sock it to her, baby.
l said, hit her.
l'm sorry, Mari.
-ln the stomach with all your might.
-Stop it!
You're gonna kill someone
if you're not careful.
-What the hell are you doing?
-Oh, shit!
You guys got to be crazy, man.
lf you're not careful,
you're gonna kill someone.
Make them make it with each other!
-That's a good idea!
-Make it with each other.
Too sick, man.
Loosen her up a little bit. Wait a minute.
Come on. Don't worry about it.
You'll have plenty of time to feel the pain.
Weasel here is a specialist with a twist.
Do it!
Get it off!
Leave her alone!
Come on.
-We've got to do it.
-l can't.
l know it's sick.
But it's okay.
lt's sick. But it's okay.
lt's just you and me here. Nobody else.
Just you and me, okay?
-lt's all right. We're not going to hurt you.
-You already hurt her!
What do you think you're doing!
No, Doc Collingwood,
still no word on Mari.
But we'll let you know just as soon
as we hear something.
Yes, sir.
l'm glad you got your phone fixed.
You just stick right by that phone
'cause she might call.
-I'm holding you personally responsible.
-Yes, sir.
-Call me if anything comes up.
-Okay.
-Goodbye.
-Bye.
Hot damn,
l wish l was something else sometimes.
You mean, like a duck or something?
No, you damn fool! l mean something else
besides being a policeman.
Doc Collingwood again?
l bet she shacked up
with Wilbur Cranshaw.
That shows what you know.
Wilbur's gone up to Coopersburg
with Sweet Lily.
-Who the hell is Sweet Lily?
-lt's his pig. He went up to Coopersburg.
He's gonna enter her in some fair up there.
Wilbur always was a little strange.
l remember he left town real sudden
once before.
Just before his collie came down
with a litter of pups.
l'm going up to the car...
...to see if l can find something
to cut some firewood with.
Firewood?
You know. Heat things up a little bit.
You can handle things while l'm gone,
can't you?
Sure.
Listen. l'm really cold.
Would it be okay if l put on my clothes?
Just till Krug comes back. l'm really cold.
Okay?
Go ahead.
Listen. l'm gonna make a run for it.
When they go after me,
you go and get help. Okay?
Okay.
You want to play? Junior!
Watch that other girl.
Don't let nothing happen to her.
l'm going to get you!
Man. l've got to give up cigarettes.
-Shut up!
-Junior? ls that your real name?
l told you to shut up, or l'll slap you silly.
l'm gonna give you another name. Willow.
Willow.
Because you're kind of beautiful,
and you shake when the wind blows.
-Krug is the wind.
-Let me alone.
Krug's gonna really be pissed off
we lost her.
Split up, okay? Go that way.
You bitch! Slow down!
Willow, do you have a girlfriend?
Sure, l've got lots of girlfriends
just waiting to get me.
-l don't think you do.
-You're right.
-l want to give you something.
-l don't want that.
-lt's worth a lot. See?
-l don't want it.
-l want to be your friend.
-You want to get free.
-l want to be your friend.
-Where'd she go?
l want to be your friend.
l can get you a fix.
-You can get me a fix?
-You'd like that.
-l'd like it.
-Sadie! Over there!
My father, he works with addicts.
He's got it in his house.
lt's here. l can get you methadone.
Just as quick as that.
Really! Come on, let's get out of here.
-What, are you crazy?
-l live over there.
l live across the street. Come on, please!
-l can't leave! Krug will kill me.
-Not if you're not here.
Row, creep!
Son of a bitch.
Attention all townships.
We got a late bulletin on the fugitives...
...Krug Stillo and Weasel Podowski
and their two accomplices.
State police got
a gas station attendantin Riverdale.
Says he gassed them up
and gave them directions to Corrington.
-They're up our way!
-Boys downstate reckon they...
...might be coming our way,
heading for Canada.
Once again, description of that
escape vehicle as follows...
...dark green Cadillac convertible...
...bearing license plate number E .
Repeat, Edna ....
How long does it take to get to there?
-About minutes.
-Make it .
lf you would just relax, listen,
l can help you. l'll get you out of this.
-You stupid dyke!
-Sadie!
l'm gonna kill you.
-You all right?
-l'm okay. Let me up.
Come on! There she is!
l'm gonna kill that bitch.
-Feel better now?
-l'm okay.
-How did she get so close to the road?
-She threw some dirt in my face.
We caught her.
What are you worried about?
Goddamn car stopped.
You're out of gas, you idiot!
Out of gas?
God damn!
See. l told you she wasn't going far.
How's your back, baby?
-Phyllis!
-Oh, Christ.
Junior!
-You said my name was Willow.
-Willow, then!
You've got to be a man
and do something for once.
What would you do if you were me?
Fuck!
They're coming after us.
Going somewhere?
Phyllis?
Did she get away?
-Pigs! Get outta here.
-We hate cops!
God damn!
Damn hippies!
What do you think?
''K-R-U-G.
''Krug.'' That's really nice.
You're gonna get yours.
You are really gonna get yours.
Little woolly.
''Now l lay me down to sleep
''l pray the Lord my soul to keep
''lf l shall die before l wake
''l pray the Lord my soul to take''
Junior!
Go up to the car and get the suitcases.
Let's get washed up
and the hell out of here.
Let's do that.
Good grief. We've been walking
for nigh on an hour now.
lt's : and we've still got
a good miles to go.
lf you've got any better ideas,
you just come right out with them.
'Cause l can't think of any other way
to get from here to there...
...or any other place either,
without riding or walking.
And since riding is out, thanks to you,
you lame brain...
...then walking is the only thing that's left.
Listen.
-What?
-l hear something.
All l hear is you, you damn fool.
Who the hell do you think you are? Tonto?
lt's a truck.
And some chickens, too.
Chickens?
l only tell you what the road tells me.
Listen, Ada, we've got a problem here.
This is serious business.
We've got to get to
the Collingwood place right away.
This is police business,
and this is an emergency, you hear?
-Can you help us out?
-Have to ride on the roof.
-On the roof?
-lt's the only place l have any room.
Fasten your seatbelts!
Proceed. Now listen, Harry...
...if you tell any of the boys at the lodge
about this, l'm gonna fix your wagon.
God damn.
-What in thunder's goin' on here, Ada?
-lt's got its maximum load.
l couldn't get another chicken on here
without it stalling.
And now l've got you two on here,
and you two ain't chickens!
This truck won't start with us on it?
-You said it!
-Listen.
You're gonna have to take some
chickens off that truck and let us on.
-How much do you weigh, Deputy?
- . Why?
-How much you weigh, Sheriff?
-About .
Bullshit.
Maybe .
l don't weigh myself every morning.
That's crates of chickens.
And that ain't hay.
Now look.
You know l'm a solemnly sworn officer
of the law? l got the law on my side.
And l got the chickens and the truck!
Water!
You found water, chief.
-Still got some in your eye.
-You get it.
How's that?
Did l get everything?
-Am l clean?
-Help me out of here.
-Am l clean?
-Yeah.
Atta girl!
-Have a look, Sadie. ls my tie okay?
-Beautiful, baby!
-Gee, thanks!
-You're welcome.
-John!
-l'm in here!
We've got guests.
-l'm sorry.
-Guests! Who is it?
Get your foot off the table!
Being in this house
makes me wish l was a lady.
This place is in the middle of nowhere,
you know that?
-What are you doing with the Holy Bible?
-''Dearly beloved, we are gathered here....''
-Weasel. What are you doing?
-Nothing.
Who in the world is it?
l didn't know anyone was coming over.
John, l want you to meet Harvey Wilson
and his wife, Dorothy.
-How are you?
-Sam Hardy.
-And Dave Rizalski.
-David.
Do you know their car broke down
right out front?
-Anything serious?
-l'm afraid we blew a rod.
-Oh no.
-Willie's Esso station is the only garage...
...l know, and they close at : .
lt wouldn't make any difference.
The phone is still dead.
They wanted a ride to a motel, but l said...
-...that would be up to you--
-Mari still has the car.
lt's okay, we've got plenty of room.
Why, we have a perfectly good guest room.
And there's Mari's room, l suppose.
Are you sure
we're not a bother to you folks?
Nonsense! Our home is yours.
Let me get your bags.
No! Jun-- Frank, here, is...
...younger. He can handle it.
Why don't l show you to your rooms?
Come on.
Here, and through there. Okay?
l'll put some towels in the bathroom
for you, and you can wash up if you like.
-Bacon and eggs in the morning?
-Thank you. Marvelous.
Well, we'll be in the living room,
and you can join us if you like.
-Just make yourselves comfortable.
-Much obliged.
Come on!
Very nice.
The lady of the house is nice, too.
-Krug. l want my fix, man.
-Go jump!
-Krug?
-Yeah?
Look at this.
What?
Guess who lives here?
l wonder what the odds are on that.
Feel like playing ''Three-Thirds of a Ghost''
or something?
How would you like me to put
my boot up your ass sideways?
l'm sorry l don't have anything better
to offer you, but....
-lt's been such a confusing day.
-Hell, you've got a lot to offer.
This food is impeccable.
Are you folks on vacation?
-No. We're sort of on a business trip.
-What sort of business are you in?
-Plumbing.
-lnsurance.
Well, which is it?
You see, we're actually in both.
We sell insurance to plumbing companies.
You know, in case they steal
some toilets or something.
Junior....
Stop it!
WillowI
You're gonna kill someone.
Willow....
l'm sorry.
You don't mind if l smoke, do you?
l'm sorry!
Shut up, you little creep!
l should've killed you at the lake!
Shut up!
You're worse than your goddamn mother!
You see, Dave upstairs, he lost
one of our biggest accounts last week.
lnternational Bathtub and Sink.
$ account,
down the drain, so to speak.
He kind of takes all the blame on himself.
Hasn't got over it yet.
Any more spaghetti left?
Goddamn high-class, tight-ass freakos.
All that goddamn silverware.
Who do they think they are, anyway?
People in China eating with sticks...
...and these creeps got utensils
for every pea on the plate.
Take it easy.
lt don't make no matter,
one way or the other.
Where's that goddamn son of mine?
He's taking a piss, or something.
Did you get him his fix?
Screw him.
ls there anything l can do in there?
-Are you all right?
-Yeah.
l'm fine.
Let me call my husband. He's a doctor.
No, lady, please!
l'm all right.
Easy does it. You okay?
Nuts!
-What the hell you been doing?
-Nothing.
Look, man! l've got to have a fix!
After breakfast.
-Krug.
-Yeah?
l want my fix, man.
Look, man! Cut it out!
-l've got to have a fix!
-Screw off.
Krug, we gotta get out of here!
-lf they find out we killed their kid--
-You shut up!
Or you'll wind up in the lake with her.
-God, John.
-Jesus Christ!
lsn't there anything we can do for her?
Nothing.
She's dead.
My baby!
Baby.
Don't move. Open your mouth, please.
Don't move.
Open your mouth, please.
-Light.
-Light.
-Chisel.
-Don't move. Chisel.
Hammer.
Hammer.
Wider now.
Wider.
Don't move.
No good.
Hello.
What are you doing up so late?
l thought l heard noises.
But it was just a dog
in the garbage can outside.
l got a little hungry.
Thought l might raid the icebox.
l must say, you....
You do look like a man
with a huge appetite.
All that spaghetti tonight and everything.
That's true.
Where's your husband?
l couldn't help noticing
that your room was empty.
He's there.
He somehow finds me too hard to....
-Well, he's afraid of me.
-You're kidding.
l only wish l was.
l could make love to a looker like you
with my hands tied behind my back.
Let's go over to the couch.
No!
John might hear us and come in.
-Why don't we go outside?
-Outside?
Please.
l want you.
Let's go outside.
l've always dreamed of a man
who could take me easily.
Almost like you said...
...with your hands tied behind your back.
Baby, believe me, l can literally do that.
l'm so super.
Goddamn it.
Here.
Tie me up.
l couldn't!
l thought it was just some girlish fantasy.
l know no man could do that.
l said, tie me up.
Well....
Now you just unzip me,
and that's all l'll need you for.
Okay.
You got it caught.
On your little thing! How did l do that?
Shall l just give it a little yank?
Don't do that! Just ease it down.
Nice and easy.
That's it.
Poor little fellow.
lt's not little.
You just scared it, that's all. Just wait.
lf you don't watch it, l'm gonna come.
Please come then, sweetie.
Don't you want me to do you
good and proper?
You can do both...
...can't you?
Hell, yeah!
l can come five or six times
if you want me to.
You bitch.
l think l'm gonna come.
Are you sure, my love?
Sweet mama!
Here l come!
-What's going on?
-l don't know. Shut up.
lt's Weasel.
What the hell has happened to him?
-What's the trouble, Doc?
-Shut your filthy mouth!
Now, take it easy.
Don't do anything l wouldn't do.
Put the lights on!
Son of a bitch.
Boy.
You can do better than that, come on.
Right here.
You're almost as good as Sadie.
Why don't you get something to help you?
Maybe one of the andirons or something.
You know?
Let's even up the odds.
Who's this? Hello, there.
You remember me?
Come on.
We're just playing games, now.
We're just beginning.
And what did you do with Weasel?
What did you do with him?
Hello.
What's your name, little angel?
Mari.
She was a lot tougher than you were, Doc.
She took a while to kill.
She was really tough.
We had a hard time with her.
But you're just a pussy!
A real pussy.
Come on, now.
You can do better than that.
Just a couple more.
Maybe one more for me.
What the hell are you doing?
You wanna kill me.
-l'll do it.
-Let me help you.
l really will.
l want you to hold the gun out
just like that, see?
You see that little notch in the back?
That little bump in the front?
l want you to kind of get them lined up.
That's right.
You're not shaking that much.
l know you can aim the gun.
Just get them lined up,
and pull the trigger.
Come on. Pull the trigger.
-l'm gonna kill you.
-You always were a loser.
Junior...
...l wanna talk to you.
Listen to Daddy. Come on.
l want you to take the gun...
...and l want you to turn around...
...and l want you to put it in your mouth...
...and l want you to blow...
...your brains out!
-No!
-No. Not at me.
l want you to take the gun,
and l want you to put it in your mouth...
-...and l want you to blow your brains out!
-No!
-Blow your brains out!
-No!
Blow your....
Sorry, Krug.
But l could only find one shell.
-Get that guy out of here!
-Sadie!
Get away from me!
You're not going to get away from me!
Get off of me!
Let's just get it over with!
John! For God's sake, don't!