Texas Chainsaw 3D

They're trying to kill me! They are crazy!

Just calm down, Sally. You're safe now.

Can you tell me what happened?

We ran out of gas.

Kirk went for help.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

Kirk!

Kirk?

Jerry!

Jerry!

Sally, I hear something. Stop! Stop!

No! Please! Please!

Please! Please stop!

Give me that hammer!

Go!

Sheriff, we've got the victim's statement.

She's en route to the hospital.

What's your 20?

I'm on Quick Hill Road. Headed out there now.

Call for an ambulance, In case there's any others still alive.

Hey, Sheriff. This is Marvin.

I'm only two minutes behind you and I'm movin'.

All right, step on it, Marvin.

Sheriff, that family is likely armed.

You gonna wait for backup?

I can't wait. I'm going in now.

Prick's coming to hurt us.

-Don't worry, I got it. -Come on, let's go.

Shit.

Get in!

Avery, Sheriff wants an ambulance to 647 Quick Hill Road.

You copy?

AMB be at their house about 20 minutes, mile marker 246.

Drayton?

You know why I'm here!

Come out and bring your son, Jed.

Hands high above your heads.

I ain't leavin', Drayton.

I have a girl says you butchered her friends.

No one's turning a blind eye to this.

We's protecting the house and the family.

-Yeah, well that ain't the way I heard it. -God, I can get him from here.

Oh, damn it.

Come on out here!

Look, I ain't waiting out here all day.

I'll call in the Staties, if that's what you want.

Send the boy out, Drayton!

Look, this don't have to get no uglier than it already is.

-Fuckers ain't getting anybody in this family. -You don't wanna make it worse.

I ain't leaving without the boy, Drayton.

We're Sawyers!

-Hell, yeah! -What's it gonna be?

You do what you have to do, Sheriff!

Send the boy out!

Give him the boy. He's simple anyway.

He's family.

We're gonna send out Jed.

All right.

Send him.

Hold on, Marvin.

And he gets a good lawyer!

Agreed.

You did it now, boy!

You let that bitch meat get away.

Oh, shit.

-Come on out, Sawyer! -Give us that retard!

There's more! But them ain't cops.

Get back here, Drayton!

We got trouble!

All right, just stay back now, Burt. I got this.

-We're here to back you up. -Yeah, you can start

by getting everybody back in their cars and high-tailing it outta here.

Yeah, that ain't gonna happen. Let's go, boys!

Lynch these son of a bitches.

Hey! I've got control of this.

He's bringing the boy out, okay?

What are we doing there, Sheriff?

Kick his ass out!

Look, he's bringing his son out here.

Bring him out!

-Light 'em up, Ollie! -Special delivery!

No!

Motherfuckers!

Hell, yeah. Sawyer bonfire.

This is on you, Burt.

Eye for an eye, Sheriff. Can't get around the Good Book.

Helluva job, boys!

Whoo!

They're extra-fried now!

Keep looking. When they're charred, they're hard to find.

Ah, hell.

Hey, Burt!

-Yeah? -Looky here.

I'm hanging this bad boy over the bar.

-This baby's coming home with me. -We gonna be heroes.

Son of a bitch.

Help us.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll help you.

Come on. Come here. Come on.

Come on. Let her go. Let her go.

Come on. Here, yeah. Yeah.

I got her. Everything's okay.

Shh! Shh!

It's okay.

Hey, Gavin, where've you been?

What is...

Oh, my God. It's a baby.

Found her. Brought her out through the woods.

Gavin! Come on, man, we're gonna be in the paper.

Yeah, man, I'll be right there.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on now, you're gonna miss it!

-Gavin... -Come on!

She's been burned.

Okay. Yeah, yeah, brother!

Be right there, my man!

We're gonna keep her, right?

I got her for you, Arlene.

You never know how you look till you get that picture took.

I'll be right back.

Come on, what were you thinking?

Hey. He was Ryan's idea. I warned you.

Well, next time your raunchy-ass boyfriend

tries to stick me with one of his high school band buddies,

-kiss him for me. -What?

I like him. He was pretty cool.

We started talking and he made these incredible crepes.

Amazing.

He's got this thing about becoming a chef.

And there's actually a lot more to him than meets the eye.

So, do you think you can handle this four-day road trip with him to New Orleans?

I am way ahead of you, girl. He even volunteered to drive.

-Seriously? Wow. -Hell, yeah!

-I was talking and he was... -Hey, Nikki!

Bobby wants you back at your register.

All right.

I'm gonna go work on my Halloween costume.

And I don't mean scary.

Nikki digs your old high school friend.

-Something about crepes? -That's Kenny's signature move.

Nikki had no chance.

I thought we weren't gonna bring our work home with us.

You think I'm cracked?

No.

But you might wanna broaden your extracurriculars.

Get over here and tear this up.

I'm not up for a bruising.

I wasn't talking about the bag.

Neither was I.

I love your crazy little birthmark.

Fuck.

Who is that?

Shit.

That, it might be my contract.

I'm coming!

-It's for you. -Me?

Some law office in Dallas, yeah.

My grandmother died three weeks ago.

I thought all your grandparents were dead.

So did I.

-I just wanted to have a child. -Enough.

-I wanted to have a child so bad... -Enough! Enough, Arlene.

-...and I couldn't! -Enough!

Why couldn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Your mother has a defective uterus?

She wanted a kid. End of story.

So what? We're not good enough for you now?

I didn't say that.

I just wanna know where I came from

and who I came from.

Well, we're the ones that raised you.

And you were damn lucky, I'd say.

Those people were...

I can't even put that into words.

-There are no words for that, Heather. -Shut up, Arlene.

Shut up!

You came from a shit heap.

There. Now you know.

If I'd had half a mind, I'd've left you there.

I'm out! I'm done.

Don't even think about going down there!

Heather!

Heather.

Heather. You go down there you're gonna bring trouble on us.

What are you talking about?

Trust me.

Newt, Texas is the last place you wanna be.

-How'd it go? -Like shit.

It sucks when you find out

your parents have been lying to you your whole life.

Baby, I'm sorry.

I was adopted.

I never felt right about them.

I'm gonna go pack.

-For Texas, not New Orleans. -Wait.

-Hold on. -No, Ryan. I have to go.

-Forget Halloween. -Wait. Wait, just listen to me.