Skinned Alive

Stupid asshole!

God damn it.

Going my way, baby?

Hmm.

You God damn stupid!

Fucking asshole! Bitch!

God damn it.

Huh?

Trick or treat.

Hi, Tom.

Morning, Paul, I didn't mean to wake ya.

No, that's all right. I was up, anyway.

You're not sleeping again, Paul.

Nah, I just wasn't tired.

If you wouldn't stay up all night,

watching old war movies and drinking like a fish...

Look!

You want something, Tom?

Oh yeah, you still coming to cook out?

Well...

The last one before the snow flies.

I know, I...

Gonna get real cold, then I have to retire the grill.

Yeah, I know.

Great.

Come over to my place about noon.

That'll give me time to get the grill good and hot.

Oh yeah, the wife's making pasta to go with the steak,

so, uh... leave a little extra room in your gut.

Happy Halloween.

Ah, horse shit!

I better get this thing over to the side of the road.

God damn piece of Jap shit.

Great, Willard, just freaking great.

Now, how you gonna get home?

Huh?

Bingo.

Easy pickings.

Boy, am I glad to see you guys.

My brand new car ups and takes a shit on me,

out here at butt fuck Egypt of all places.

I know, I should've bought American and all that shit,

but listen, I sure could appreciate a ride into town, ya know?

I mean, I can make it worth your while,

I'm pretty well off with the green stuff, you know.

But I got something better than money, pal.

I got free tickets to Wayne Newton's Las Vegas all-nude review.

Wayne Newton's Las Vegas all nude review?

Ha! Wayne Newton, no kidding.

I hate Wayne Newton.

Oh, sorry.

Hate him with a passion.

Holy fuckin' shit!

Get me the fuckin' out of here!

You stupid, fuckin' shit for brains. Go get him!

But I wanna play!

We ain't fuckin' got time to play.

Go get him, God damn it!

You better go with him, Violet, honey.

Make sure the little priss don't fuck up.

We gonna skin that son of a bitch alive.

Stay here, you little dingleberry.

That fuckwad's mine.

Uh.

Ah.

What's the matter, Phink?

Cat got your balls?

Where the hell are those two?

Hurry up Phink or I'm gonna rip your balls off

and wrap em' around your head.

Quit shoving, you're gonna get blood on my jacket.

Oh, boo-hoo, you big puss.

Stop it! Shut up and get the fuck in the van.

Close the God damn door and let's get the hell out of here.

We wasted enough time with you two dingleberries

runnin' around that corn field like it was some kind of playground.

I should've plugged myself before spittin' you two walkin' abortions out of my womb.

A God damn set of mistakes is what you are.

Mommy dearest, drunk again?

My left one, you syphilis-ridden bitch!

Look at all this wonderful skin.

He'll make a fine leather jacket.

As a matter of fact, he'll make a lot of fine leather jackets.

Isn't that right, fatty?

Yeah, let me make a hot little bondage suit out of this one

and a pair of stiletto boots to go with it.

Ooh, let me watch, Momma, let me watch.

Yeah.

Think, you keep your dick in your pants!

And I told you to call me daddy, you shit head.

Now get me a knife, dick cheese.

We got some skinning to do.

Shit!

Jesus.

Don't just sit there, you stupid fuckin idiot.

Do something.

You stupid fuckin idiot. Jerk off!

Look what you've done.

Look at all of them holes, he's practically ruined.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

We better split before somebody sees us.

Asshole! Dog dick! Shit for brains.

You told me to do something.

Start this God damn thing, will ya?

Fuck you, it's dead.

Well, try it, anyhow.

Ugh!

Turn me loose!

We better get rid of this tub o' lard before someone sees us.

You think I don't know that?

Hey, I got an idea.

You throw em' his in car, tip it over and make it look like an accident.

Well, what're we gonna do, huh? What're we gonna do?

If you don't shut up, I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck.

And we still got that hitch-hiker's body.

What?

I thought I told you to dump that body, boy.

I forgot.

Will you start this fuckin' thing already?

I'm trying God damn it, so just fuck off and die.

Ah, we're screwed, man. We're really screwed.

Momma... I mean daddy!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

You don't want me to shut up... do you...?

Well folks, I hate to say it.

But I think you're gonna be stuck

in our wonderful little town for a couple of days.

She's pretty messed up. I don't see her running, for a couple of days.

Well, that just sucks.

We're in kind of a hurry.

You don't say?

Yeah, well, we make and sell leather jackets and crap like that

and if we don't make it to Columbus by tomorrow night...

Yeah, we're gonna be in some shit, you dig?

Dig.

Well, I could work on 'er tonight.

Might have it running by morning

but I can't promise you anything.

1000 dollars?

Well...

Maybe I can have that thing running bright and early for you.

Are there any motels in this rat-hole of a town?

There was the Bates place, out by the old highway.

Eh, that closed down years ago.

Other than that, you're out of luck.

Well, that's just great.

Quit your whining.

You could stay at my place, we've got a guest room.

We couldn't impose.

Not at all, it's nice and quiet, secluded.

Besides, the wife will be happy to have ya.

We'll be happy to have her, Mr. Miles.

Needs a bit of dusting I'd say but all in all,

It's a cozy little place,

if you don't mind a little dampness.

Ain't nobody stayed down here since my Aunt Edna come to spend the summer

and ended up moving in.

Tom found poor Edna dead of a heart attack, on Christmas day.

Stone cold dead.

Oh, you stupid ass-wipe!

Oh, I hope, I didn't scare you, none?

I know death spooks the holy ghost out of some folks.

Well no, I... It don't frighten me at all.

I know my friends and family are siting at the pearly gates,

waiting to wave me inside.

Amen.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, woman.

I'm gonna get you one of them Miracle-Ears.

Didn't you hear me hollerin'?

I didn't hear you, Thomas. I got to talk and you know how that is.

Well, what did you want?

You got a phone call, upstairs.

She don't really have a call.

I just knew she was talking your ear off.

Had to get her out of here somehow.

Well, Whinnie's a fine woman, she just talks a bit too much.

Ah, Tom, she's a real charmer.

A real charming douche bag.

In fact, Whinnie reminds me a lot of my own dear mother.

Yeah, that's why you shot her.

That Phink is such a kidder.

Now you folks think you'll be comfortable down here?