03x08 - The Godfather

[bunniefuu]

[birds chirping]

[water splashing gently]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera buzzes]

[man] Excuse me.

Hi.

My name's Ted.

Sorry to bark. I've got a bum arm.

Trying to hitch a little sailboat
to my car. Give me a hand?

Sure.

[girl] Where are you from?
You sound English.

[Ted] Yeah, England.

Car's right here.

[Velcro ripping]

Hey, where is the sailboat?

[Ted] Yeah, you gotta help me go get it.

[tools rattling]

[trunk closes]

-[girl gasps]
-[dull thud]

[groans]

[sharp pinging sound plays]

[wind howling]

[muffled shouting]

[sharp pinging sound plays]

[girl] Wake up! [sobbing]

[girl keeps sobbing]

Wake up!

[sobbing]

Please! Please!

Please don't hurt us! I'll do anything.

Please. [panting]

-[Ted] Eeny, meeny…
-[girl] No!

-Please! Help!
-[Ted] …miny, moe.

-[girl] Help!
-[Ted] Catch a tiger

-by the…
-[girl] No!

-[Ted] …toe.
-No, please!

-Help me! Please!
-[Ted] If it hollers, let it go.

-Eeny…
-Help!

[Ted] …meeny,

miny…

-No!
-[Ted] …moe.

[whimpers]

-Okay.
-[sobs]

I'm gonna f*ck and k*ll you first.

-She's gonna watch.
-No!

-No! [shrieks]
-[Ted] Shh.

-Don't worry, sweetheart.
-[girls sobbing]

I'm gonna f*ck and k*ll you too.

[screams]

[sharp pinging sound plays]

[wind howling]

[Ted whistling]

Where are you girls hiding?

There you are.

[flies buzzing]

[sighs]

[sharp pinging sound plays]

Hi, girls.

So f*cking sexy.

[belt unbuckling]

[eerie music building]

-[music stops]
-[sharp pinging sound plays]

[car engine rumbling faintly]

[gate closes]

Special Agent John Douglas,
Special Agent Robert Ressler.

We’re here to speak to Jerry Brudos.

[man] Sign in.

[alarm buzzes]

Right this way.

[soft classical piano music playing]

[gate closes]

[prisoner] f*ck you pigs!

[prisoners shouting]

[prisoners whistle]

[prisoners shouting and whistling]

[music stops]

[John] Mind if we record our conversation?

[Jerry] Not at all.

Though I probably
don’t get any say the matter.

[lighter opens, clicks]

[John] Jerry Brudos. March 3rd.

We’d appreciate you being
as candid as possible.

We’re part of the new
Behavioral Sciences Division at the FBI.

We use interviews with men like yourself
to catch other serial K*llers.

Serial K*llers?
That’s what they call us now?

Agent Ressler here coined that term.

[Jerry laughs] Good for you!

What do you want, a g*dd*mn award
for thinking up a word?

[laughs]

So, gentlemen. [clears throat]

What can I do you for?

[sighs] There’s a serial k*ller
in the Pacific Northwest

whose murders are… sexual in nature.

All his victims are women, aged 17 to 25,
mostly college students,

some hitchhikers.

He tortures and r*pes his victims
before he murders them

and discards them in the woods,
often returning to the bodies

to continue violating them.

He also keeps trophies of his victims.

Does he keep their shoes?

-Not to our knowledge.
-[Jerry] 'Cause that’s what I did.

I mean, I k*lled and chopped up
every one of them wh*res,

but that’s not what I really wanted
when you get right down to it.

All's I wanted was the shoes.

So I could jizz in 'em. [exhales]

That was my MO.

No, this k*ller, um…

Well, the trophies
he keeps are body parts.

Oh, boring!

h* hum! I did that.

I mean, I chopped up my share of bodies
once I heard about

the fella in Wisconsin who did it.

Ed Gein.

Mm! Yeah! Ed Gein. [chuckles]

Started when I was young.

My mother… [exhales]

…caught me wearing
a pair of her high heels

and beat the living sh*t out of me.

[laughs]

[sighs loudly] So I'd jizz in her panties.

She'd see the stains and beat
the sh*t out of me all over again.

I’d sneak into
the neighborhood girl’s house,

steal her panties.

Smell 'em, wear 'em.

Clean or dirty.

I'd huff 'em.

[groans]

[laughs]

[inhales and groans]

It was the shoes
that really did it for me.

[inhales]

High heels, red…

I wouldn't stop till I'd filled them up.

Took me days on end
pumping those shoes full of jizz.

But you ever seen what that looks like?

A pair of high heels, fire engine red,

nine and a half narrow, four-inch heels,

and they're filled to the brim with jizz?

Just the front, obviously.

Because, uh, well,
the heel is higher, right?

And, like, at an angle.

Pumps you could fill almost the whole way.

You know, the whole shoe.

Toe and heel.

With the jizz.

That took longer though.

Jerry, if I told you I brought you
a pair of ladies’ shoes as a thank you,

think we could we talk about
something other than shoes?

You brought me a pair?
Are they in my size?

Oh, boy.

Oh, my.

Oh, my. Okay.

-Uh, can I try them on?
-Sure.

Oh.

Whoo.

[shakily] Oh, wow. Oh, wow, I'm…

I'm getting emotional.

[sobs softly]

Um… yeah, I don't think
I'll be able to concentrate with these on.

I might have to jerk off.

Do you guys mind if I jerk off?
I don't mind if you watch.

[piano music playing]

[Jerry] I chopped up my share of bodies
once I heard about the fella…

Did he really dance around in the shoes?

Mm-hm. Yes.

In retrospect, giving him a pair of shoes
was not a good idea.

Brudos is the right direction,
sexually motivated, deep hatred of women,

like the Pacific Northwest k*ller.

Here, though. He forgets the name,
but he mentions Ed Gein.

Yeah, they all do.

They admire his notoriety, they feel...

validated by him, vindicated even.

It’s like Ed Gein started the fan club
they’re getting letters from,

cartons of cigarettes,
pairs of panties, locks of hair.

Then why haven’t we talked to him?
About the Pacific Northwest k*ller?

I mean, of everyone,
he might have the best insight,

understand the psych profile...

Gein? [scoffs]

We tried. He said no.

Nah, that was three years ago.

And they changed his medication protocol,
he’s stable now.

-So do you think he would talk to us?
-[Robert] Hmm.

[recording playing in the background]

Can't hurt.

-[choral song playing]
-[Jerry laughing]

[people yelling faintly]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct yelling]

-How old is he now?
-Gotta be in his seventies.

[music continues]

[Ed] I didn't think there'd be a lady.

It's the 1970s, Mr. Gein,
the world is changing.

Please, call me Ed.

Ed.

How do you do?

So what is it you'd like to ask me?

-[door closes]
-[music stops]

[Robert] So, what's it like to be famous?

I don't know, it's nice to know
that folks are thinking about ya

and taking the time to say so.

I keep all the letters I get.

I reply to some.

Whittle them something,
or send 'em a piece of my leather work.

They don't mean anything though,
the letters.

They might to the people
who send them, but

they don't to me.

And why is that?

Well, all the prayers and the kind words.

They don't come from the people
I wish they came from.

Who is that?

Could I see the photos
of the man you're hunting?

What he did?

[eerie white noise playing]

[Ann] Are they arousing to you, Ed?

No.

Might have been.

When I was younger.

But… my parts don't work the same now.

[soft string music playing]

[Ed] Hm.

What?

I have something in common with him.

He's a loner, this man.

When you're alone too much,

your thoughts can make you
want to do things.

I spent too much time alone
in that house after Mother died.

The neighbors would pester me, but…

No family to speak of.

All's you got is time to think.

I mean, I dug some people up.

There's no doubt about that.
I remember doing it.

And I accept that that's wrong.

Or, like, people believe
you shouldn't do that.

Let the body rest.

I accept that.

I was just searching for my mother.

-[emotional clarinet music playing]
-She's left me now.

She left me entirely.

Hey.

This guy…

He keeps trophies of the women he kills.

What kind of trophies? Body parts?

Heads. He removes their heads.

Hm.

-That's a lot of work.
-[music turns eerie]

It's real messy.

Hard to get a skull off a neck.

I tried all manner of saws.

Chainsaw's too messy.

Wood saw, it'll get stuck.

I find the best way to cut off a head,
and God as my witness, it's the truth,

is a hacksaw
with a high-speed steel blade.

Fine-toothed.
Tooth per inch is what they call it, TPI.

You need a high tooth per inch.

Hand saw won't work.

Jab saw don't feel right
cutting up a body.

No, you want a hacksaw
with a super fine grade.

TPI of 30 or more
gives you a nice, clean cut.

Stanley makes a nice one.

It's much better.

If I were you, I'd be looking into folks
that are buying saws like that.

You mark my words, he'll be buying one.

I'm tired.

Might need to get some rest.

I don't know if I've been any help to you.

You have, Ed.

We appreciate your time.

Hm.

[upbeat piano music playing]

[man singing]

[scissors cutting]

-[man] Shut up!
-[singing continues]

[man continues singing indistinctly]

♪ Oh wrap it up baby ♪

Shut the f*ck up!

[whistling]

[sharp pinging sound plays]

["Gimme Shelter"
by The Rolling Stones playing]

[flies buzzing]

[groaning]

[continues groaning]

[song continues playing]

♪ Ooh, a storm is threatening ♪

♪ My very life today ♪

♪ If I don't get some shelter ♪

♪ Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away ♪

♪ w*r, children ♪

♪ It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away ♪

♪ w*r, children ♪

♪ It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away ♪

[guard] Hey, Birdman.
You got a gentleman caller.

Well, let's see him.

♪ Our very street today ♪

♪ Burns like a red coal carpet ♪

♪ Mad bull lost your way ♪

♪ w*r, children ♪

♪ It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away ♪

♪ w*r, children ♪

♪ It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away ♪

[prison gates rattling]

[gate buzzes]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[man] Holy f*ck.

They weren't joking.

For a carton of cigarettes,
you can feel my t*tties.

And they’re a nice set of t*tties,
just ask anybody.

For a carton of cigs and 20 bucks,

I’ll give you
the best blowjob of your life.

I could suck the chrome
right off a trailer hitch.

Cigarettes and fifty,
I'll let you in the back door.

[man] I don't got any cigarettes.

All's I got is rock.

[rattles]

Oh, that'll be fine.

Yeah, that'll get you whatever you like.

I wanna f*ck that a*s.

My kind of Saturday night.

Whip is out, Kemosabe.
Let me see what I'm up against.

[zipper unzips]

Hello.

[music continues]

[honking]

Stop doing that!

Come on!
Don't you wanna f*ck this goose, huh?

[honking]

Tell me I look like the 4th of July!

-[man] What?
-Come on, f*cking say it.

-You look like the 4th of July.
-No, I don't.

I look like Halloween.

[grunting]

[music stops]

I heard rumors about you.

-I didn't believe it.
-[chuckles]

Well, f*cking believe it, b*tch.

[man] Hm.

I ain't never seen nothing like you.

That’s 'cause I’m the smartest
m*therf*cker ever been born! [giggles]

I learned how to beat the system.

I learned that from Ed Gein.

Who?

-My f*cking idol.
-Hm.

-[soft orchestral music playing]
-Yeah, I read all about him.

There were these comic books about him.

Magazine articles,
I was... I was obsessed.

Then one day…

I was tripping on acid
and tried to rob a house,

guess what?

It was full of nurses.

Then one spit at me, and I thought,

"f*ck, now I gotta k*ll all these nurses."

But one hid.

That's why I'm in here.

Because of one little
smart f*cking wh*re who hid.

Hm? And they gave me the death penalty,

and then Illinois... got rid of it.

[giggles]

Now f*cking look at me.

I'm getting more sex and drugs
than I ever was out there.

I'm out of the rat race. Hm?

I run a business.

I smoke crack and f*ck. Hm?

But I'm gonna get parole, mark my words.

'Cause my lawyer says
I keep trying to k*ll myself.

That's all you gotta do.

No, and like what Ed Gein did,
just pretended he was crazy.

Now he's in a f*cking spa?

No. He’s my...
He's my black devil god.

He's who I wanted to be,
and he's who I became.

[choral song playing]

You line me up again, Kemo?

I think I got round two in me.

[hammer banging]

[woman] Mail for you, Ed.

Oh, thank you.

[people shouting]

[choral song continues]

[woman screaming]

[woman roaring]

-Ah!
-[thuds]

[woman shrieking] You m*therf*cker!

You son of a b*tch!

You f*cking as*h*le!

[music continues]

[knock on door]

Can I talk to you?

Of course. Have a seat.

[song fades]

I don't know how else to ask this.

I can't stay here.

Ed.

-We've talked about this many times.
-I know.

Judge said I was crazy,
so's I gotta be in a hospital.

But he also says I can't stand trial,
which means I can't be guilty.

What am I doing in a place like this?

Ed, I know.

And you're preaching to the choir.

Funding for mental health
in this country has been slashed

and slashed and slashed again.

And I voted for Nixon.

But not for him to do that.

And President Ford only made it worse.

This place is no better than a human zoo.

I feel for you, Ed.

I truly do.

A mental hospital used to be
a place of compassion and rehabilitation.

[screaming from the hallway]

[metal crashes]

I'm trying to be good.

[man groaning]

Ah! No, no.

I mean, I do everything
you ask of me, right?

I'm helping the authorities
catch this k*ller.

You know, everybody talks
about me being here to get better.

That's a lie, isn't it?

It doesn't matter if I get better
or if I get worse.

Nobody cares.

It's just punishment.

That's part of the punishment, isn't it?

It's not just that you're locked up.

It's that you're locked up with this lie.

That there's a purpose to it.

There isn't any purpose to it, is there?

There's no purpose to any of it.

[soft orchestral music playing]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[Richard] Hey, Ed.

-It's your friend, Richard Speck.
-[soft piano music playing]

I haven't written in a while,
so I thought I'd drop you a line,

send you a snapshot of my t*tties

in case you need something
to choke your chicken to. [chuckles]

They're nice t*tties, ain't they?

Bet you wish you had a pair.

But maybe you were right.

I should have just cut off a pair
from a dead body and worn those,

'cause these girls,
they get sore as sh*t after my injections.

Maybe if I kick the bucket before you,

they can chop these off
and send 'em to you.

I'd feel good knowing my role model
was strutting around the asylum

wearing my t*tties.

Speaking of role models,

you know how I idolized you,
well, some guy idolizes me.

[people chatting]

Wrote me a letter saying
how much I meant to him.

Says me k*lling that house full of nurses
gave him an idea.

He's planning on cutting up
a whole house full of college girls.

-[grunting]
-[bones cracking]

[struggling]

[grunts]

Says he wants to quit fighting the frenzy

that comes over him
after he's k*lled a woman.

Wants to see what he does
when he's got a lot of girls he can k*ll

and just lets that frenzy take him over.

It's q*eer, huh?

I'll send you the letter he sent me.

See, you inspired me,
and I inspired him now.

Choke you chicken to these t*tties. Hmm?

All the best, Richard Speck.

[Ed sniffs]

[sniffs]

-[sniffs]
-[piano music fades]

-Picking up for Ed Gein.
-Yeah. Sign here.

Right this way.

[steps approaching]

[Will] Mr. Gein?

Deputy Will Stanton,
Leon County Sheriff’s Office.

-[door closes]
-Violent Crimes Unit.

-You got my letter.
-Yeah, sure did.

Gotta say, just about fell out of my chair

when I heard Ed Gein thought he had a tip
about these murders down in Florida.

Well, I, uh...
I talked with the FBI a while ago.

That got me thinking.

You know, I always liked detective novels.

Stories about tracking down
criminals and whatnot.

So I started taking clippings
out of the newspapers

and started piecing it all together
and I send it all to them,

but nothing ever comes of it.

-I think those FBI fellas think I'm crazy.
-[scoffs]

Deputy, I tell you,

the folks they lock up here nowadays,
they're getting crazier and crazier.

Yeah, well, it's no surprise to me.

You see what I see every day,
you'd think it's just as crazy out there.

[machine whirring]

Anyhow, his name is Ted.

Uh… I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, it's short for "Theodore,"
which is my middle name,

but he goes by "Ted" or "Teddy."

Who?

Well, the man you're searching for
who's k*lling all those young girls.

Now, he drives one of them Volkswagens.

A Beetle.

He has one of his own, but he also says
that he knows how to hotwire one,

so, well, I'm thinking he wouldn't
be driving his own, would he?

He's too smart for that.

He'd be driving a stolen one.

Ed, uh, wait. Uh… [chuckles]

How... How do you know this?

Well, he sent a letter
to my acquaintance, Richard Speck,

and Richard sent it to me.

[Ted] I'm thinking of cutting up
a house of coeds.

It rains all the time where I am,
I might light out for some place sunnier.

Doubt my car can make it across country,
only makes 50 horsepower.

Keep a lookout for my work.
I'm just getting started. Teddy.

[people shouting]

A Volkswagen Beetle
only makes 50 horsepower.

That much I know. 1.5-liter engine.

And there was that k*ller in Washington,
wasn't there, that they could find?

I think it's him.

I mean, it rains there all the time.

But now those girls
are showing up dead in Florida.

And they all look the same.

I mean, they got the same
part to their hair, don't they?

Deputy,

I'd put dollars to donuts it's Ted.

["Morocco" playing]

♪ I once met a little maid in Morocco ♪

♪ In far away old g*y Morocco ♪

♪ We spent many happy hours together ♪

♪ In far away old g*y Morocco ♪

♪ It was summer, the roses… ♪

[coughing]

-♪ When I found the lover divine-- ♪
-[music stops]

[news anchor] Residents of Florida
and the Pacific Northwest

are breathing a sigh of relief today

after the arrest
of a sadistic serial k*ller

who has terrorized several states,
if not the nation, for years.

The suspect, identified as Theodore Bundy,
was taken into custody yesterday…

Would you look at that.

…a tip from a yet identified informant,

who gave police
a very accurate and thorough…

Louise! Louise!

…of the r*pist and m*rder*r

-who authorities believe is responsible…
-I helped catch that fella.

I gave the police the big break
they were looking for.

No you didn't, you c*cksucker.
All you do is suck c*ck.

-I did, Louise, God as my witness.
-[Louise] c*ck!

["Morocco" resumes]

I solved the case.

I gave something back to the world.

Okay. Come on.

Enough cursing and doing
the hoochie-koo, Louise, come on.

You okay, Ed?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

But I helped catch a k*ller today.

What… [chuckles] Well, congratulations.

I think I might rest my eyes a bit.

-Louise, come on.
-[Louise] Suck c*ck!

c*cksucker! c*ck. c*ck.

Hm… Enjoy my accomplishments.

[disturbing white noise playing]

[music distorts]

[wheelchair squeaking]

[gentle piano music playing]

[breeze whistling]

Hey! I'm Charles Manson.

k*lled a whole bunch of m*therf*ckers.

I dig you, man. Big fan.

I think you're outta sight!

-You caught Ted Bundy, f*ck!
-[men laughing]

Hello Ed, I’m also Ed, Ed Kemper.

I m*rder*d seven women, one girl.

I k*lled my mother with a claw hammer,
and I also m*rder*d my grandparents.

And just like you, Ed Gein,

I engaged in decapitation,
dismemberment and necrophilia.

You're very much a role model for me.

Hi, Ed. Jerry Brudos here.

Uh… I only k*lled four women,

but I did cut off
their t*tties and their feet.

-[laughing]
-Oh, here he is!

Do you want to squeeze them? Huh?
Just kidding!

Richard Speck,
I can't believe I'm finally meeting you.

Give me a hug, goddamnit.

[music intensifying]

[music fades]

[clock ticking]

[woman] Ed?

Ed?

Ed?

You have a doctor's appointment today,
remember?

[sniffs]

Doctor?

Hm...

I don't remember.

[Ed coughs]

[sniffs]

Ed, I spoke with the doctor
about your tests.

Okay?

And…

He thought I should be
the one to tell you,

since I'm a friend.

And…

Well, Ed, it's not good news.

No, I know already.

You do?

Yeah, Alfred Hitchcock died.

Louise clipped me some articles.

You know, Roz,
I never made a penny from that movie.

And gosh darn it.

I don't think that skinny fella
seemed a bit like me.

No sense of humor.

Ed, you've got lung cancer.

It's stage four,

which means it's spread
to your other organs too.

You don't say.

That's why you're so sore.

The rheumatism, hard for you to walk,
why you can’t put on weight,

all the sleeping you do.

And unfortunately, Ed,

it's past the point of the doctors
being able to do very much about it.

And how much time do I have?

Probably just a couple of months, Ed.

Okay.

[Roz] Ed.

there've been so many folks
who have taken your story.

Folks who don’t understand you
the way I do.

Taken your story and twisted it.

Used it for their own devices.

Added things that weren't real.

Taken out things that… were horrible.

So I think you ought to think
about telling your own story.

Sitting down and spending
these last couple of months

writing it yourself.

Setting the record straight.

I think enough people have told my story.

Don't you think?

[soft piano music playing]

They seem to know it better than me.

[coughing]

["I’ll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time"
playing]

♪ I'll be with you… ♪

[Ed coughing]

[woman] Ed?

You've got a visitor.

♪ I'll come and stay ♪

I read about you in the paper.

♪ That the sun shines on today ♪

Why did you never write to me?

It would have been nice
to have a person care about me.

Instead of all those k*ller guys.

I could have used a friend.

But you never did.

You never phoned either.

You told the newspapers
that you barely knew me.

And that we'd just talked a few times.

Once went roller skating together.

After a while, I started to think…

maybe I was just confused.

And that I'd made it all up.

Do you know how much that hurt inside?

Thinking that you weren't real.

It was very confusing to someone like me.

I'm sick too, Eddie.

Not with cancer like you.

But in the head like you.

That's what every doctor is saying.

[sighs]

I have these episodes.

Mania, they call it.

-[Ed coughs]
-And then...

these deep, deep depressions
for years at a time.

But you know what?

I realized that that's who I am.

The dark one.

And I can feel another episode coming,
of darkness.

Reading about you
is what triggered it, I think.

Could you take some medicine?

Eddie, they put poison in the medicine.

They slap a label on you,
so you're this or that,

so that they can keep you
on medicine that makes you sick.

Don't you see?

Look.

Last night I came to
in the middle of the night.

When I woke up,
I was at a desk writing this list.

[Ed] Hey, what is it?

People I gotta get rid of.

I don't like thinking
of you doing those things.

You can't go k*lling people.

It isn't who you are.

Who says it isn't?

You and me have always been
the same, Eddie Gein.

Two peas in a pod.

You and me.

I think maybe we were one and the same.

[emotional music playing]

I'm gonna go now, Adeline.

I sure do love you.

[advertisement playing on TV]

I want my MTV!

["Owner of a Lonely Heart" playing]

Turn that garbage off.

That MTV will rot your brain, Ed.

Hm.

[song continues]

[music distorting]

♪ Prove yourself ♪

♪ You are the move you make ♪

♪ Take your chances, win or lose her ♪

♪ See yourself ♪

♪ You are the steps you take ♪

♪ You and you, and that's the only way ♪

♪ Shake, shake yourself ♪

♪ You're every move you make ♪

♪ So the story goes ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Much better than a
Owner of a broken heart ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Say, you don't want to chance it ♪

♪ You've been hurt so before ♪

-♪ Watch it now ♪
-[honking]

I hope to burn in hell with you one day.

♪ …dancin' one and only ♪

♪ You, lose yourself
No not for pity's sake ♪

You're a truly special human.
Love you. Thank you.

-You're the best.
-Thank you!

-Love you, pal.
-Put it away for me!

-You're a truly special human.
-Sleep easy, you f*ck.

♪ You've got to want to succeed ♪

I knew you'd make it, Ed.

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Much better than a
Owner of a broken heart ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ After my own indecision
They confused me so ♪

♪ Owner of a lonely heart ♪

♪ In the end you've got to go ♪

♪ Look before you leap
And don't you hesitate at all, no no ♪

You finally came.

Oh, of course I did.
I thought you'd be happy.

[uplifting orchestral music playing]

I am.

You sure did make
something of yourself, didn't you?

All those motion pictures
they made about you,

and all those K*llers
who thought you were just the bee's knees.

In the end,
you actually accomplished something.

You changed the whole world.

The only one
I ever wanted to impress was you.

-Eddie, stop! Eddie!
-[laughing]

[both laughing]

[music continues]

[Augusta] Eddie.

You really made a name for us Geins,

and I couldn't be more proud.

Couldn't be more proud.

I think it's time.

You go to your rest now, darling boy.

Rest.

[rasping inhale]

[music fades]

[clock ticking]

["Owner of a Lonely Heart" playing]

[man 1] Hey, man! Help me with this rope!

-[man 2] Let's f*cking do this.
-[engine roaring]

[man 1] f*ck this guy.
He gets what he deserves.

Adam, take a sh*t on his mother's grave!

Let's go!

[howling]

-[man 2] All right, let's go!
-[man 1] Come on, let's go!

Hit the gas!

-[engine revving]
-[man 3] g*n it!

Let's go, let's go!

[people cheering and clapping]

Wait up, guys.

Guys, there's somebody over there.

Somebody's watching us.

Are you... you doing alright?

We were just playing around. [chuckles]

[wind whistling]

[emotional choral music playing]

[man] I'd f*ck me.

I'd f*ck me so hard.

What the f*ck?

Let's get the f*ck out of here!
Go! We gotta go!

[chainsaw roaring]

[Leatherface yelling]

[music continues]

[chainsaw roaring]

[chainsaw continues roaring]

[chainsaw idles]

[music continues]

[chainsaw roaring]

[music continues]

[music stops]

[birds chirping]

[cow moos]

Only a mother could love you.

[Ed chuckles softly]

[chirping continues]

[chirping continues]

[chirping fades]