The first 200 lines.
And his 7-year-old, Jessica.
Firefighters were able to stop the blaze
just before dawn.
In more local news, the mayor has made
a formal announcement on the upcoming
homecoming festival to be held in the county park.
Local police have not found any leads
on the missing Amy Fletcher,
the local 19-year-old that went missing two weeks ago.
Looks like it's gonna rain.
Yeah, we could be in for some nasty weather.
Do you still want me to order those feed buckets?
Yeah, the large ones, with hangers.
Metal or plastic?
Uh, metal.
You have a good day.
Good to see you again.
Yeah, I just got here.
Well, I'll be in my office.
So when you get 'em, just send 'em on.
Okay, I'll see you then.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, cheer up, okay?
There's gonna be a party tonight.
Might be some guys there.
Yeah, just what I need...
Another guy.
You know, they say the best way
to get over someone is to get under someone.
Great. Wise words of wisdom
from my so-wise brother.
Does that word bother you?
Yeah, it actually does.
Oh, my God.
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, my God.
You have got to be kidding me.
So, do you think, uh,
sex will be this exciting once we're married?
Better be.
Oh, shit.
What?
Come on, come on, come on.
Missed call. Fuck it.
All right.
Oh, fuck it.
I'll be out in a minute.
Shit.
Oh, man.
What?
Tera?
What the fuck?
What the fuck, man?
Who locked the fuckin' doors?
Do you mind? Open the door.
It's not funny anymore.
Thank you, Erin.
I don't know.
How do you unlock this thing?
Look, just let me in.
I'm trying. I just need a light.
Run! Run!
Run!
It's me. It's me. Shh, shh.
Where is he?
I don't know what's going on.
We gotta get help, okay?
Look. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Ahh!
What the fuck? What the fuck?
No! No!
Come on.
No. Come on!
Please...
Fucking go.
You know, you can yell all you want to.
The only thing you're doing is getting under my skin,
and that's not a good place to be right now.
Now, y'all hear this.
You belong to me now.
You're my property.
But you're no good to me wild.
Just like a horse,
each one of you needs to be broken.
Now, something I've learned is
when you're breaking horses,
you have to break each one individually.
But with people,
it's different.
You pick one
and make an example.
So
do you think anybody cares
what you have to say?
That is, anybody within hearing distance?
Fuck you!
I suggest you shut the fuck up, boy.
You're starting to piss me off.
Edgar, get the ratchet.
Leave him alone!
Nick, what's going on?
Hey, you! Don't fucking hurt him!
Hey!
Nick!
What it is?
What are you doing to him?
I can't see, y'all. Please tell me what's going on.
Fuck you!
Ahh! Fuck you, motherfucker!
Last chance.
Fuck you, you motherfucker!
Let me go!
Your call.
Ahh!
All right.
All right. Look, guys.
Let us go, all right?
I didn't mean anything. All right?
Ple...
I'm sorry.
Fuck!
Please, just let us go.
We've done nothing to you.
I'll shut up, I promise. All right?
Josh!
Just let us go. Let me go.
You will learn.
And this goes for all of you.
When I say something, I mean it.
No discussion.
What you have to say
means shit.
Let me out!
Now listen up.
You can make this easy on yourselves,
or you can make it hard like your friends here.
The choice is yours. I'd think about that tonight.
I can think of things a lot worse
than removing a tongue.
Gonna head on home.
Mind if I, uh,
take one of the new ones home with me
and, uh, have a little fun?
I don't care. Don't hurt her.
Oh, the one on the end,
don't feed him.
Right.
Edgar.
Yeah?
Oh, payday.
Thanks, boss.
Put her fucking down! Hey! Hey!
Leave her alone!
Hey, leave her alone!
Nick?
Nick, where's he taking her?
Please, we have to do something.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
Are they gonna kill her?
What the fuck is going on here?
Edgar's gonna do it with her.
Who said that?
It's me.
Kathy, Kathy, Kathy.
You know Edgar, the big guy?
He likes to do it with us.
It's not so bad.
You just pretend you're asleep.
So, do you know why we're here?
So they can take care of us.
They love us.
At least Edgar does.
What is he gonna do?
What is he gonna do?
No! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Josh?
Are you okay?
Fuck him. What about me?
No, stop!
No!
Face me, bitch.
No!
Stop! Stop!
Here's your clothes.
Wouldn't want ya to catch a death of cold.
Hey, Edgar.
Stop!
He's bleeding.
Did you burn his tongue like I told you to?
Stop!
Aw, what's the matter, son?
Cat got your tongue?
Oh, you sure have had a bad few days.
Why don't you leave him alone?
Leave him alone?
And what are you gonna do?
Ah!
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