Freeway (1996) Script

(Multicom Jingle)

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

Okay, we've got a four-word sentence here for you.

What is it, Vanessa?

Vanessa, come on.

Here we go.







[Teacher] Perfect, you got it.

Now let's continue to the third word.

[Vanessa] Dren...

[Teacher] Think K, kuh, followed by S.

Think kuh-S.




[Teacher] You got it.

That's it.


[Teacher] You did it.


The cat drinks


(teacher laughs)

[Teacher] That's right, very good.


Great, Vanessa.

(funky music)

Vanessa, Chopper!

Fully rewarded now?

(people chattering)

[Ramona] Hey, mister!

I've got my own place. Mm-mm.

It's right over there in the motel.

You can turn right here and get in, it's cooler.

Then can I get in the car with you?

Please sir?

I'll go wherever you wanna go.

I'll go wherever you wanna go.

Come on, sir, sir!

Well, screw you too, fuckin' nigger.


What are you doin'?

[Ramona] What are you doin' home so early?

It's not so early, Mom.

How you doin', Ms. Lutz?

Don't even talk to her, Chopper!

Vanessa, I'm out of here.


Will you give your mom my regards?

[Chopper] Will do, Ms. Lutz.

You said you weren't gonna do this no more, Ma.

Listen, I've had enough crap from your father all day.

I am real stressed out--

Larry is not my dad.

Listen, if you're gonna smart-ass me, you can just go on home right now.

Get out of my face right now.

Go on, get out.



You don't know nothing' about nothin'!

You don't know a goddamn thing about nothin'!

[Vanessa] Larry, just let me through.

What's the magic word?

Fuck you, you piece of shit.

Fuck you? (chuckles)

How was school?

Like you really fucking care.


Hey, me and your mama, we spent the whole day in line securin' rent vouchers, and we could both use a little consideration.

You know, don't it bother you, your own wife bringin' off all them strange guys for money?

I make her use mouthwash after.

Oh, you like that minty-fresh taste, huh, Larry?

You know something, Vanessa Lutz, I'm gettin' ready to take a seriously big shit right on top of that pointy little head of yours!

Don't be a smart-ass.

Hey, motherfucker.

You want some company?


[Ramona] Oh, let me get in.

You get the luckiest breaks.

And I mean lucky.

What else could it be?

[Reporter] We interrupt this program to go live to LA County Sheriff's headquarters, where a press conference is now in progress regarding the grisly find yesterday morning along San Diego Freeway in Torrance.

The two females have been identified as 19-year-old Tempest Mueller of Downey, and 16-year-old Corky Poindexter of Bellflower.

Both females have extensive arrest records for prostitution, and we are now considering them as victims of the individual that we call the I-5 Killer.

I'll take a few questions.

I happened to be watchin' that, Larry!

Forget it.

You just don't want me hearin' about that killer out there.

What if he drove up right this second and snatched up Mom, huh?

What would you have to say then, smart guy?

First of all, your mama would kick his ass.


And second of all, that killer is all the way up in LA, okay?

♪ My dog's better than yours ♪

(light music)

♪ My dog's better than your dog ♪

♪ My dog's better than yours ♪

♪ My dog's better 'cause he gets Ken-L Ration ♪

♪ My dog's better than yours ♪ Larry, get your goddamn hands off of my anatomy!

Or I swear to fucking God--


What are you gonna do?

I'll tell Mom.

Oh yeah, like she's really gonna believe you.


You know, I'm really not up to your shit today, Larry.

In fact, I'm mad as hell at you now.

Aww, come here.

God dammit, Larry!

Get your fuckin' hands off me, you shithead!




You hit hard!



Now you just behave.

Fuck, you hit hard.

You know, I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is you want.

Well maybe we'd better just forget the whole thing.



I bet you like havin' your wiener sucked.


Don't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

How come that doesn't surprise me?

What would a thing like that cost?


Sheriff's Department, you're under arrest.

Let go!

Come on, guys, I didn't do anything.

I did nothing wrong.

Take it easy.

Come on.

Where do you think you're going?

Ow, you're hurtin' me, you're hurtin' my arm!

You're hurtin' me, you're hurtin' my arm.

What's your name, Miss?

Ramona Lutz.


Staying at this motel?



I never saw that before in my life, and that's God's truth, sir.

You're telling me this brown residue isn't narcotics?

That doesn't belong to me.

What is that, speed?

You look like a speedy kinda gal.

Oh come on, Officer, please, listen to me, please.

My little girl, she's home with me now, and she just got out of Children's Services, and I cannot afford to be busted again because they'll take her away from me.

They'll just take my baby away.

You know this pipe constitutes probable cause, so we're gonna have to take a look inside your motel room.

Oh, you can't do that.

My husband's asleep.

Your husband know you're soliciting?

Yeah, give us a fuckin' break.

[Deputy] Your husband own a firearm, Ramona?

My Larry is on parole.

He hasn't had a firearm for a long time.

We're gonna be real unhappy if you're not telling us the truth.

I am tellin' you the truth, okay?

Come on, let's go.

You guys are makin' me wish I was dead.

You fuckin' happy about that?!

Are you fuckin' happy about that?!

You cut that out right now or you're gonna be hogtied!

But if you just listen to me!

Shut your mouth now!

Not another word!

(woman moaning on television)

Sheriff's Department, Larry.

Oh yes!

We need to talk to you a minute.

Hey, hey, what the fuck?

Oh shit!

[Deputy] Who's the girl, Larry?

Tryin' to take my baby away.

You're diddlin' the daughter, Larry?

What kind of question is that?

You mean--

Get her outta here!

Hey, hey, hey, come on now.

She ain't my real daughter.

And besides, nothin's goin' on, right?

Ow, ow.

[Deputy] Just who is this man to you?

He's my stepfather.

Take him into the other room and I'll talk to the juvenile.

I got a pin in my shoulder, and if you don't cuff me in front, I swear to god, I'm gonna sue the fuckin' police department until there's no fuckin' tomorrow!

You son of a bitch!

What's your name, Miss?

Vanessa Lutz.

Well kid, I sure don't envy your situation here.

My parents is just goin' through a hard time is all, with the finances and everything.

Well, I see they still got enough money left over to buy drugs.

I wouldn't be comfortable talkin' about that sort of thing, ma'am.

I'm gonna ask you a question, okay?

And don't get upset either, it's important.


Is there some sort of sexual activity going on between your stepfather and yourself?


Elevator up.

Come here, baby.

We are so fucked.

What are you laughin' at!


We are so fucked.

Oh, don't take my baby away!

Oh, please!

If you love her so much, how come you don't clean up around here once in a while?

I do clean up, sir.

It just happens that I'm under a great deal of stress.

My sister happened to die three months ago in Washington, and I'm tryin' to get off methadone!

[Officer] You're on methadone?

Will you please give me a cigarette?

I told you to keep quiet.

Please give her a cigarette.


Are you mad at me?


I'm not mad, Mom.

Please don't be mad.

Come over here, give me a big hug.

Come on.

I ain't gonna see you for a long time, baby.

Come on.

Oh, baby.


I am so sorry, Pooh Bear.

I'm so sorry.

You still love me?

I love you, Mom.

I love you more.



Tell this piece of shit to get his knee out of my neck!

Bye Ramona!


I love you!


I love you!


Ow, ow!

Ow, ow, ow!

[Deputy] Watch her head.

(Ramona shouting)

I'll go in the other car.

Get her outta here.

[Larry] Bye Ramona!

(Larry laughing)

Children's Services are on their way.

[Vanessa] Oh, that's just great.

No offense, kid, but anything's an improvement over this.

Well what do you think we ought to do here?

Just leave you here?

I could stay with you for a couple weeks.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm serious.

I mean, I could do all sorts of chores while you was out messin' people up.

Well we're not allowed to do things like that.

You're lyin'.

[Deputy] No, I'm not.

Yeah you are, if you don't want to, all you had to do was just say it straight out.

I don't want to.

Okay then.

Hey Mrs. Sheets.

Guess you heard the news.

Hello Vanessa.

I heard your mother might be away for a while.

Yeah, this is her third arrest this year.

She's lookin' at six months mandatory.

We're holding the stepfather on multiple parole violations.

Oh, I am so sorry about all this, Vanessa.

I can take over here now, Officer.

Good luck, kid.

Yeah right.

Come on over and ruin my life again real soon.

You don't have to be so hard on the officer.

She just took my whole family off to jail, okay?

I hate pigs so much, Mrs. Sheets.

Well, come on now.

Let's go gather up some of your things.

You're puttin' me in foster care again, aren't you?

Honey, I'm willing to consider any alternative you'd like to suggest, but, I don't know.

My grandma would be an alternative.

This is the first I've heard of any grandma.

Yeah, on my father's side.

My real father.


She'd take me in, most likely.

You don't sound too sure.

Actually, she don't know about me yet.

That's not gonna do us much good for tonight.

Why haven't you been in touch with her before now?

Because before I was born, there was this bad blood between her and my mom, and there must've been some harsh words spoke, because my mom' supposed to have thrown this chemical on her face that burned her skin a little bit.


I tried gettin' her on the phone once, but she ain't listed.

If I can just get up to that Stockton place, I know I'd find her.

Just like that, huh?


Vanessa, Vanessa.

Oh my god.

I know what I need.

Mrs. Sheets, could you come in here and fold up my blanket?

[Mrs. Sheets] This one?

[Vanessa] Yeah, that one.

What do you want with this old thing?

[Vanessa] My mama gave it to me.

[Mrs. Sheets] What are you doing?


Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!



Let me get you turned around.

Vanessa, this is not funny!


I'm not laughin', Mrs. Sheets, I promise.

Now, if you yell loud enough, Mr. Wong will come and set you free.

He's the day manager.

And I'll leave the keys on top of the TV.

Vanessa, don't do this, you come back here!


(faint Latin music)

(light rock music)

Where the fuck are you, Chopper?

Whoa, we gonna sell this shit?

Yo, hold this for fuckin' reals, bitch.


The fuck outta here, you stupid--

(horn honking)


Chopper, we're fucked.

We're totally fucked.

Just after you left, the pigs came and pinched Mom and Larry both.

Then my parole officer showed up like the motherfuckin' plague to take me off to foster care again, just like last time.

So how did you get here?

I cuffed her ankle to the bed.

That wasn't very smart, Vanessa.

I know, I know.

I'm goin' up north, and unless you never wanna see me again, you better get in this car right now and come with me.

I gotta be in court next week for sentencing.

If I don't show, I'm gonna get a year at Camp Gonzalez for sure.

I guess I'm on my own.

Where up north are you goin'?

My grandma's up in Stockton.

You got any money?


Sell that when you get where you're going.

It's from Spain.

I love you so much, Chopper.

I love you too, baby.

(Vanessa moaning)

Oh, here.

Take this.


I gotta go.

(light rock music)

Bye Chopper, my beloved boyfriend.

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(Chopper groans)

(novelty horn honking)

(dissonant music)

Fucking car.

Didn't know that today it would pass.


(eerie music)

You havin' some kind of trouble?

The fucking cocksucker won't even fucking turn over!

Excuse my bad language, sir.

It's all right.

Would you mind if I take a look at it?

Yeah, go for it.

Why don't you get behind the wheel there and step on the gas for me.

Try it.

(engine turning over)


(engine turning over)

Well, I hate to break the news to you, but this car's had it.

I knew it was only a matter of time.

Where you headed?

My grandma's up in Stockton.

Well, I'm goin' as far as LA, you're more than welcome to ride with me if you'd like.

Really, mister?


Why don't you grab your stuff and let's go.


I guess we oughta call a tow truck, huh?

Nah, Cal Trans will take care of it.

My mom used to work part-time for them.

So what do I call you?

I'm sorry, my name is Bob Wolverton.

Hi, I'm Vanessa Lutz.

Well it's nice to meet you, Vanessa.

Why don't you put on your safety belt and we'll get goin'.



What's this all about?

It's a psychological manual, I use it in my work.

I'm a counselor at a school for boys with emotional trouble.

Just boys, huh?

No girls at all?

I'm afraid so.

So how does your family feel about this trip of yours up to Stockton?

I don't got no family just at the moment.

Vanessa, everybody's got family.

Shows how much you know.

You wanna talk about it?

Not really.

I'm sorry.

It's an unfortunate habit of mine, sticking my nose in where it doesn't really belong.

That's a bad habit.

Well, don't rub it in, okay?

It's just my work.

I see a kid who looks like they're in trouble, and I start askin' all kinds of questions.

I guess it's just become second nature.

It's that obvious?

What is?

Me being in trouble.

Look, the offer's still open if you want it.

You know, I've always found it amazing how much easier it is to really share something with a perfect stranger, stuff that you couldn't even talk to with your best friend or your family.

Yeah, I noticed that, that's real funny, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Most of the kids I work with, I don't even have to press them to talk about themselves.

I just let them know I'm there, and that they can talk about themselves if they want to.

Well I guess my biggest problem right now is my mama's in jail.

Vanessa, that sounds like a pretty bad situation.

Yeah, but that's why I'm goin' to see my grandma.

Would you mind me asking why your mother's in jail?

It's pretty embarrassing.

Vanessa, why would you be embarrassed about another person's acts?

I don't know, it's just, I mean, I don't feel comfortable talkin' about stuff like that, 'cause I mean, I think it makes me look like a low-type person.

Well, I can understand that.

You know, most of the boys I work with, even the most troubled ones, all they really need is just someone to listen to 'em.

Yeah, but you probably get so sick of hearin' them sad stories, day in an day out.

I don't.

I really love my work, I really do.

I couldn't imagine myself doing anything else.

Not ever.

Guess I wouldn't mind talkin' to someone.

I just wouldn't know where to begin.

Why don't you begin with your mother?

I mean, if you want to.

My mama's a whore.


Thanks, mister.

I mean Bob.


I can't believe I'm tellin' you all this stuff.

My mama's in jail.

It looks like my stepfather's next parole officer ain't even been born yet.

Vanessa, you really don't have anyone, do you?

That's terrible.

Oh, that's just terrible.

My real dad was this merchant marine out of Texas, but he got stabbed to death on one of them container ships by this man from Pakistan before I was born.

You wanna see his picture?

I got it right here.

[Bob] Absolutely.

That's my daddy.

He looks very interesting.

You think?

[Bob] Absolutely.

I think so, too.

Vanessa, your grandmother's gonna be very proud when she finds out what a wonderful granddaughter she's got.

But I have to be honest with you.

I think given your present situation, maybe foster care would be the way you should go right now.

Oh Bob, you don't know.

You know, sometimes them places are okay, but most of the time, them people are just in it for the check that the state sends for your upkeep.

I take it you've had some bad experiences.

The last one I was in, there was this old man there that everyone called Grandpa, and he had this disease called Wisenheimers, I think it was, where your brain cells run out into your pee.

Yes, it's a form of senility.

[Waitress] Your check, sir.

Thank you.

Thanks Bob, that's the best fuckin' dinner I've had all month.

I wouldn't mind stretchin' my legs before I got behind the wheel, do you mind?


No, sure, I got all the time in the world.


So them foster parents, the Moraleses, you would've thought a check from the state would've been enough.

But no, they figured on me helpin' out with Grandpa, too.

You actually had to provide care for this man?

Get crucial.

This guy was pissin' his sheets nearly every night.

Just bein' near him made me want to puke my guts out.

So what happened when you refused?

They just started treatin' me like I was the biggest bitch who'd ever been born.

And then this one night, just a couple weeks after I'd been placed there, I woke up to see Grandpa standin' over me with his cane in one hand and his you-know-what in the other.

My god, what happened?

I told him to get the hell out.

I take it he didn't.

No, that's when he tried to slip in under the covers with me, and I just went crazy on him.

What do you mean, you went crazy?

I was pissed off 'cause I couldn't see my mom, and just havin' this perv standin' over me waggin' his thing in my face just was like the last straw.

So what did you do?

Well, I got up on my knees, and just slapped his dentures half out of his face, and then I dropped down on his chest and just started wailin' on him, beatin' him up so hard, and swearin' so loud.

My god.

Yeah, so then the lights went on, and Mr. Morales showed up in his pajamas.

Well, thank god he was there.

Yeah right.

Hit me so hard, I had to have my jaw wired shut for nearly three months.

Broke my nose too.

That's how come it's so big.


Your nose is not big.

It's pretty damn big.

Was this man ever punished?

Are you kidding?

A pillar of society like Mr. Morales?


But my mom got out of rehab a couple days later so I didn't have to go back or nothin'.

You were telling me a little while ago that your stepdad was on parole.

Oh yeah.

Larry's been in lots of pens, like this one federal place up in Illinois, Marion.

It's just mostly for drug shit.

Manufacturing methamphetamines, stolen property, nothin' real, real bad.

Vanessa, please don't be offended by my next question, but,

did your stepfather molest you?

Oh my god.

You know, this lady policewoman just asked me that very same question just a few hours ago.

And how did that make you feel?

Like I got Daddy's Fuckhole tattooed on my forehead.

Maybe this is an issue you should explore.

I never even told my fiance about this stuff.

Vanessa, if you keep something like this bottled up inside, it could wreck your whole life.

Now you're scarin' me.

That's not my intention.

I just think you have a very good opportunity now to get through some of the trauma and anguish you've been suffering from for a long time.

I do got trauma, huh?

Let's not kid ourselves, Vanessa.

I've been so anguished, I can't even remember bein' happy.

Vanessa, you have to look this pain in the eye.

Otherwise it could rule over every aspect of your life.

Now, I think I can help you, but you're going to have to trust me.

You're going to have to let me in.

My god, you're cold.

Just thinkin' about my fucked-up life is all.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

Here I am, blubberin' like a big old baby, and you're just tryin' to help me.

Vanessa, Vanessa, just take your time.

Take your time.

I was 11 when Larry first held me.

Where was your mother?

Stupid halfway house.

How did the abuse begin?

With my mama gone, I had all these extra chores that I had to do, like the laundry and the groceries and things like that.

So in effect, you became the woman of the house.


Yeah, and I was so proud of myself.

And then this one night, we were just watchin' TV after dinner like we always do, and that's when Larry told me that one of Mama's chores had always been to massage his you-know-what.

Did Larry expose himself to you?

All through the show.

Did Larry have an erection?

That's puttin' it mildly.

Did he ask you to perform oral sex for him?

At first, I mean, he just had me hold on to his you-know-what durin' whatever happened to be on TV.

He didn't get around to the other thing you just mentioned for a while.

I guess he figured if he went all slow-like, I wouldn't freak-out and get him in trouble.

But back then, I didn't even know that stuff we was doin' was criminal.

Vanessa, victims often blame themselves.

It's a common occurrence.

But make no mistake about it, you are the victim.

Really, Bob?


I mean, I was such a baby back then, I didn't even know why men wanted that stuff done to them in the first place.

Vanessa, my god, you were a child.

You must have been so confused.

You know, and when he did that thing that you mentioned for the first time, I swear to Christ, I thought he was goin' to the bathroom in my mouth.

Vanessa, do I have your absolute trust?

I guess I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone in my whole life, Bob.

And I really mean that.

(sinister music)

Thank you.

The reason why I'm asking, there's this powerful new psychological technique that I'd like to try on you.

I think it could really help you.

What do you think, would you like to give it a try?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, it consists of a battery of questions that are designed to trigger certain elements of your subconscious.

I've gotta warn you, Vanessa, this technique, it can be uncomfortable.

Go for it, Bob.

I mean, if you think it's gonna help me.



Let's get started.

Are you ready?


A few moments ago, you were telling me that you felt like Larry had gone to the bathroom in your mouth.

Those were your exact words, do you remember?

Now at that exact moment, when Larry ejaculated in your mouth, did you feel as though somehow you were being transformed into some kind of a human urinal?

What kind of fucking questions are these, Bob?

Vanessa, you have to answer with the first thing that comes into your mind.

It's very important.

I knew I was flesh and blood.

I understand that.

But you have to tell me exactly how you felt.

You have to learn how to express your feelings out loud.

I felt just like you said.

Say it out loud, Vanessa.

I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal.

That's very good, Vanessa.

Very good.

Now tell me this, and this is absolutely crucial.

Are you ready?



Did Larry try to fuck you?

Oh god.

He tried, later on.


Did you like it when Larry fucked you?

You piece of shit!

Vanessa, I told you this can get very uncomfortable.

Pull on over right now!

We're not finished yet.

Oh yes we are.

We are definitely finished.

Now you pull on over.

Vanessa, you can suffer irreparable damage if you break it off like this.

I don't give a goddamn!

Jesus Christ!

Piece of shit! Son of a bitch!

[Vanessa] Fuckin' pervert!

(tires squealing)

Jesus Christ!

Where's the door handle?

You lookin' for this?


Now you just settle down!

[Vanessa] I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna slit your fuckin' throat right now.

Is that what you want me to fuckin' do?

[Vanessa] Okay, okay, I'm stoppin', okay?

Now you get down there on the floor and you get my fuckin' car keys and you put them in the ignition.

[Vanessa] You know, you wouldn't like it if someone was doin' that to you.

You're probably right, Vanessa, I doubt I would like it if someone was doing this to me.

[Vanessa] Then stop it!

[Bob] I will stop it if you promise to behave.

I promise I'll behave.

Are you that guy on the news?

I'm sorry?

Are you the guy that's been killin' all them girls on the freeway, Bob?


Why are you killin' all them girls, Bob?

'Cause I've absolutely reached my fucking limit with people like you, Vanessa.

What kinda people am I supposed to be?

The alcoholics, the drug addicts, the fathers who fuck their daughters, the drug-addicted motherfuckin' whores with their bastard--

Hey, I ain't no trick baby!

Vanessa. I call them garbage people, and I assure you, you are one of them.

I am not.

Look at you.

You're already a master at the manipulation of men.

I didn't run nothin' on you.

It's so intrinsic to your fuckin' nature, you're not even aware of it when you do it.

Stupid bitch.

(dissonant music)

What, you think it's okay to do all sorts of bad stuff to me now?

Well that's an open-ended discussion, Vanessa, dealing with deep philosophical ramifications, something you could hardly grasp.

In fact, take it from me, a professional, Vanessa, you're an absolute fucking moron.

You know, maybe I ain't smart like you, and maybe I haven't finished school, but at least I ain't a fuckin' hypocrite.


Vanessa, please indulge me.

Tell me why I am a hypocrite.


You act like you's all on some sort of mission, but all you wanna do is just get off in a sex-type way.

Are you gonna do sex to me now?

Vanessa, I promise you, if we get really, really intimate, you're gonna be way past being offended.

What, are you gonna fuck me when I'm dead?


Mister, I'm a person!

I'm a human being!

Yeah, like that drug addict fuckin' whore of a mother of yours?

I sure wouldn't want to meet your mom, Bob.



What, you can talk about my mom but I can't talk about yours?

We are not here to talk about me, Vanessa!

We are here to talk about you, so get your fuckin' pants down!

Please just let me go, Bob.

God dammit!

Get your fuckin' pants down, you fuckin' cunt!

What'd you call me?

I said get your fuckin' pants down, now!


Okay, but look, I got these boots and I got all them laces and stuff, so gonna have to give me a minute.

Hurry up.



Fucking bitch!

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Vanessa.

You just settle down, Bob.


You just settle down right now!


Drop that razor out the window.

If you try anything, I'm gonna shoot you so many times!

You know, you should've just let me out of the car when I asked you to, Bob!

You see where bad manners get ya?

You see?

Listen Vanessa, look.

I just--

Look, I've heard all I'm gonna hear outta you.

[Bob] Ow, fuck!

So there!

[Bob] Ah, Jesus Christ!

And that's for trickin' me into tellin' you all them things I never even told my fiance!

Ah, Jesus Christ, we're gonna get into an accident!

And that's for cuttin' off all my hair, you fucker!

Vanessa look, you're upset, okay?

You have every right to be.

Look, something dark and terrible came over me, I don't know what, but I swear to you, I wasn't gonna hurt you, you gotta believe that.

Yeah right, I'm so sure!

I'm serious, I just wanted to scare you.

I don't even know why.

Look, Vanessa, it's obvious to me right now I'm a profoundly sick man.

You know, I won't argue with you there.

Anyone who'd do sex to a dead person is definitely sick, mister.

You see?

You just admitted it there, I'm a sick man, you can't--

Shut up!

Shut up!

Okay, okay, okay.

Son of a bitch.


What are you thinking right now?

You wanna hear more of my innermost fuckin' secrets?


Fuckin' asshole.

No, I was just wondering what you were planning on doing.

I'm gonna turn you in to the fuckin' pigs, that's what I'm gonna do!

You know what'll happen then, don't you?

Yeah, you'll end up suckin' gas at San Quentin.


You just might.

Vanessa, people like me, we don't go to the gas chamber.

Then you'll go to the penitentiary, where the mighty Aryan Brotherhood will make you wish you'd never been born.

Vanessa, the likelihood of someone like me going to prison is absolutely nil.

You think they're just gonna let you walk?

It'll be like that time Mr. Morales broke your jaw.

You think so, huh?


They won't take me for a killer, they'll let me go free.

They'll send you to some new foster home, probably make Mr. Morales' place look like some pleasant dream to you.

Unless, of course, you wanna play it smart for the first time in your life.

How do I go about doin' that, Bob?

I got some money on me.

I got an ATM card, we can go get some more.

You can go your way, I'll go mine.

I swear to God, you'll never see or hear me again.

What do you say?

I say, turn off on that exit up there!

Jesus Christ, Vanessa, we're in the middle of nowhere.

Well you wanna get shot a whole buncha times?

Now do like I tell you, dumbass!

Okay, okay, I'm turning.

You think this is a game?

(somber jazz music)

What are we gonna do, Vanessa?

Drive around for three or four hours looking for a cop?

Keep flappin' your gums, Bob.

Who cares if no one's listenin'?

Pull up on that dirt road over there.

Now Bob, I know there's a lot of sick guys out there that get all hard thinkin' about messin' women up.

Hell, that's all you ever see on TV.

But when a guy goes and does that for real like you was plannin' on doin' to me tonight--

Vanessa, I was just trying to scare you.

Look, you had your turn to talk!

Okay, I think it's only fair to let me get my two cents in.

You're absolutely right, I'm sorry, please go on.

But when a guy goes and hurts someone who never hurt them, that makes him a criminal first and a sick guy second.

It's like being sick has to take second place to being crooked.

And Bob, you're crooked.

You proved that to me tonight.

Am I making any sense?


There's so much I wanna tell you--


Look, there's more to me than what you saw tonight.


Bob. Please.

The time for talk's over now.

I'm gonna ask you a question and it's real, real important, okay?


Do you accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal Savior?

Oh my god.

Vanessa, you're really scaring me.

Tell me now, Bob.

I need to know.

Do you believe that Jesus Christ is your Lord and personal Savior?

Yes I do.

I swear.


That's really good.

(gunshot bangs)

(insects chirping)



Oh god, not like this.


(gunshots banging)

(gunshot bangs)

Oh God.

Dear God, that was so fuckin' bad.

But I was at a loss, so I left it up to you.

I love you with all my heart and I hope you don't hate me more than you already do.

Please bless Mama, Larry and Chopper.


(light country music)

(woman singing drowned out by chattering)

I think I'll have the Double He-Man Breakfast and a large size cherry cola.



I must look a fright.

Got a washroom?

[Woman On Intercom] Dr. Barnes, 4721.

Dr. Barnes, 4721.

Dr. Kenseno to ICU.

Dr. Kenseno to ICU.

(man coughing)

One moment, please.

(glass shatters)


Call the police.

Help me.

Call my wife, please.

[Police Officer] Freeze, police!

Hi Officer, what's up?

Let's go!

Come on.

Sir, I did nothin' wrong.

[Police Officer] Shut up.

I did nothin' wrong!

We got a gun!

We got a gun.

Big wow.

[Police Officer] Back inside, sir.

God, you know half the goddamn world's got a gun.

You're gonna throw me in the back of this--

[Police Officer] Enough!

[Vanessa] Give me a goddamn break.


What, you're not even goin' to speak to me, Mr. Oink Man?


I bet you like snatching girls.

[Police Officer] Back it up.

Mr. Wolverton.

Mr. Wolverton.

Mr. Wolverton's just learned that he's gonna have to undergo a radical colectomy.

That's rough.

(Bob wailing)



There's a couple of detectives here from the sheriff's department who need to speak to you.

[Doctor] As soon as we finish our neurologic test.

Mr. Wolverton?

Mr. Wolverton?

Mr. Wolverton, can you hear me?

I'm Garnet Wallace from the sheriff's department.

I know you're in a lot of pain, but can you take a moment?

I wanna show you a photograph.

Tell me if this is the person that shot you.

Is this the person that shot you?


You're sure, this is the person that shot you?


You'll be all right.

[Bob] Oh god!


Give me the fuckin' morphine!

Oh, please!

Mrs. Wolverton, your husband gave a positive identification.

What happens now?

Well, you have to keep in mind, this is a juvenile we're talking about.


You telling me you're just gonna let her go free?

I didn't say we're gonna let her free.

She can be incarcerated up to the age of 25.

For that?

Look at him.

10 years?

My husband is in there with God knows how many bullets in his head and in his back.

She deliberately shot him over and over and over again.

I want her held responsible.

Mrs. Wolverton, I assure you that whoever did this isn't just gonna walk away.

What if he dies, huh?

If he dies, I think that she should be put in the electric chair.

[Garnet] Gas.


We use gas in California.

I think you know what I mean, Detective.

I certainly hope that the people that are responsible for prosecuting this case can muster just a little bit more sensitivity for the rights of the victims than you appear to have.

I didn't mean to sound uncaring.

I want that little monster to pay for this.

For me.

For my husband.

For the next person out there that she'll end up hurting or killing if, God forbid, she's allowed back on the streets again.


Vanessa Lutz.

Yes sir?

My name is Garnet Wallace, and this is my partner, Mike Breer.

We're with the LA Sheriff's Department.

You're that guy on TV, aren't you?


Investigating the I-5 murders.

Well y'all can all just take a big old fuckin' cruise, 'cause I took full-out care of that piece of shit.

Mr. Wolverton's in critical condition, but he isn't dead.

Oh yeah, right.

I shot him so many times.

Aren't you concerned about being tried as an adult for murder?

Vanessa, the reason that we're here is to give you an opportunity to change your story.

Well that would just make me a big fat liar, now wouldn't it?

Look kid, cooperate, 'cause right now, we're the best friends you've got.

Yeah, I'm so sure.

You don't believe we're your friends?

I believe you're out to ruin me.

Look, I never said I wouldn't talk.

I might not happen to say what y'all wanna hear.

So you want me to talk, that's fine, but you gotta let me call me fiance right afterwards.




No problem.

Now talk.

What do you wanna know?

Did Mr. Wolverton say he was the I-5 Killer?

He didn't say he wasn't.

I haven't said that I'm the I-5 Killer.


And you haven't said that you're gonna slash me dead with a razor, and do sex to my dead body neither.

[Garnet] Mr. Wolverton said that to you?

Yeah, right after he cut off all my hair.

And then he called me one of them garbage people.

And then I asked him if he was that I-5 killer, and he just started smilin' all proud-like.

You have an opportunity now to clear your conscience.

I told the truth, and truth is eternal.

Vanessa Lutz.

You still haven't told us why you were walking around with a loaded pistol in the first place.

I was gonna sell it to finance my trip.

Yet you ended up shooting some poor slob who had the decency to give you a ride instead.

Yeah, except for the decency part.

When did you decide to rob him?

Was it before or after you shot him?

Look, that perv owed me for pain and sufferin', so yeah, I took his money.

Why didn't you turn him in?

I wanted to.

But he kept sayin' that it would be his word against mine, and that he'd just get off and I would go to foster care again.

And aside from that, I just knew that if I let him go, he would go out and kill some other girl, and that would've been my fault, and I couldn't have lived with that.


No way.

Why were you so convinced we wouldn't believe you?

'Cause I've been in the system, and once you've been in the system once, ain't no one never gonna believe you again.

That's just how it goes.

Tell us about your past legal problems.

It's all in my file.

I want to hear it from you.


All right, when I was younger, I used to have this problem with shoplifting.

And I got caught and the judge sent me to this group therapy session for all these little girls who are supposed to be klepto.

How many times were you arrested for shoplifting, Vanessa?

Seven times.

[Mike] What else?

Okay, now this is gonna sound bad, but it's not as bad as it seems, okay?

But I learned later that I had this problem with anger.

But I don't have that problem no more.

Just answer the question.

Back in Texas, these cops said that I lit this shed on fire.

You were arrested for arson?

Yeah, but nobody got hurt.

It was no big deal.

And the judge even said I could get it expunged from my record if I was to go to these group therapy sessions with all them teenagers who are supposed to be firebugs or somethin'.

But that judge got switched, so that's why it's still there.


How many times were you arrested for arson?

Three times.


What else?

[Garnet] Come on, Vanessa, tell us.


Just doin' what came natural, huh?

Hey, Mike.

What's that supposed to mean?

[Garnet] Let's get back to the questions.

No, uh-uh.

What's that supposed to mean?

You think prostitution comes natural, like bein' a nigger?

Oh what, you don't like bein' called a nigger?

Well I don't like being called a natural-born whore.

So there.

[Garnet] Sit down.


He's talkin' to me the way that fucking guy did!

Is that why you shot him?

Or was it because you wanted what was in his wallet?

I already told you why I shot him, you shit-skinned motherfucker.


Fine, you fucking coon!

I'll kick your black ass all over this fuckin' station!


You okay, Mike?

Why'd you call him those names, Vanessa?

'Cause he didn't say he was sorry, and I knew it would piss him off.

Now, how 'bout that phone call?

Come on, come on, I need another quarter.

Come on!

Hey, Mrs. Wood.

Is Chopper there?

(phone thuds)

Holy shit!

Look who got beat with the ugly stick!

Is that you, Bob?

I can't believe such a teeny weeny little gun could make such a big mess out of someone.

Are you out of your mind?

You are so ugly, Bob!

You know it's gonna cramp your style big-time.

You know that, huh.

Especially with little Miss Priss over there.

And hey, I heard you have one of them big poop bags that's like attached to your body and all your shit comes out and lands in it.

You just a big old shit bag, ain't you, Bob?

You just think of me every time you empty that motherfuckin' thing, motherfucker!

Quiet, quiet!

Stay there.

All right.

One more word, young lady, and you're going to be gagged.

The People versus Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Your Honor, due to the heinous nature of this crime and the defendant's obvious lack of remorse, the state moves that Vanessa Julia Lutz be tried as an adult.

[Lawyer] Your Honor, my client is an illiterate child.

One only has to look at her to see--

Oh, I've had my look, counselor.

And I've been listening too.

And I'm going to direct Youth Authority to prepare a report on the defendant's suitability to be tried as an adult.

(gavel bangs)

(blues music)

(alarm buzzing)

(door closes)

Hello there, ladies.

Welcome to Bridgewater.

I'm Mrs. Cullins, and if you follow me, I'll show you to your beds.

♪ Who am I, am I the type to leave you where you're standing ♪

♪ Damn right so watch the way you're acting ♪

♪ Put you under a microscope and watch you from afar ♪

♪ Rattle up your nerves in every type of war ♪

♪ Staring out the window 'cause you're paranoid thinkin' ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya ♪

♪ I got your mind playin' tricks on you ♪ Venus, this is yours, number eight.

And Vanessa, number 12.

Hello, Rhonda.

[Rhonda] Hey, Mrs. Cullins.

[Mrs. Cullins] Say hello to Vanessa.

Vanessa, this is Rhonda.

How you doing?

I was hoping that you could show Vanessa around the craft shop later.

I can't.

See, I'm on restriction.

Rhonda, what did you do this time?

Mrs. Joiner said that I was touchin' Wanda Z all inappropriate.

(Mrs. Cullins laughs)


I swear.


So, who'd you kill?

What makes you think I killed somebody?

'Cause they got you wearin' one of them orange murder suits.

Only the shooters wear them things.

Actually, I left him for dead, but he pulled through.


I'm here for huffin' paint.

They put you in here for that?

Durin' the strip search, they found this gram of tar in my cooch.

You like tar?


Heroin's way too gnarly for me.

I don't get how a person could go through their whole lives never bein' into girls.

I just, I love girls.

You can keep 'em.

You don't know what you're missing.

(rap music drowned out by chattering)

Chola alert.

How many?


But you only gotta worry about one.



They got you to cheat school or what?


I'm fuckin' talkin' to you, man.

(Vanessa screams)

My name is Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Say it!


(distant alarm blaring)


415, inmates only, module 1700.

Say my name before I break your goddamn neck!



Stick it in her.

Stick it in her!

[Guard] Break it up!

This isn't going to hurt a bit, sweetie.

And afterwards, you can have a nice little nap.

(Vanessa screaming)

We can remove those pesky restraints now.

Get off!

(accordion music)

Hi honey.

Grandma? Here I am.

Hi honey.

[Vanessa] Grandma?



[Vanessa] Grandma?



(footsteps thudding)

(keys jingling)

Vanessa Julia Lutz.

Inmate shows no remorse for her crimes.

Inmate is combative.

Refuses to accept responsibility for her actions.

Recommendations, this inmate appears to be a sophisticated criminal, and an extreme danger to society, and should be required to pay the penalty for her actions in a facility for adult criminals.

Diagnosis, antisocial personality disorder.

Prognosis, very poor.


this individual is probably too far gone to benefit from corrective behavior modification of the kind offered in a setting for juveniles.

(blues music)

Hello Vanessa.

Do you think you can join the rest of us now?

If nobody gives me no more problems.

We need to put an end to the system that lets dangerous, violent thugs be prosecuted as juveniles, rather than as adults, even when they have committed the most vicious crimes.

Hi, this is Janice Miller of Inside View.

We're here with Mr. Robert Wolverton and his wife Mimi Wolverton at their home in Orange County.

Would you describe some of the hardships you've had to endure since this ordeal began?

My husband's been permanently disfigured.

How can he ever work with children again?

His appearance, well, it frightens them.

He's unable to have sexual relations.

You're saying your husband is no longer capable of achieving an erection?

That part of our lives is over now.

What makes me so angry is how that little monster ridiculed us during her preliminary hearing.

And the media.

How dare the media talk about how horrible her life is.

What about us?


She's been locked up, nine, 10 times?

Why was she ever let back out on the streets again in the first place?

If the teenager who allegedly shot your husband were here, what would you say to her?

Was it worth the $300 she stole from my husband?

[Interviewer] Are you bitter, Mr. Wolverton?

Well Janice, after all the wonderful letters that we received from across the country--

My neck may not function, but I have not lost my smile.

No, I'm not a bitter man.

I know there's a lot of people looking for some real-life heroes and I think I found a few.

Their courage is a real inspiration.

And now, stay tuned for an unusual story about a couple of sweltering polar bears in Texas.

(people laughing)

(gunshots banging)

Holy shit.


Want me to go get you some party punch?


No, I ain't thirsty.

You're all wigged out, huh?

I get all these bad nightmares once I get out of isolation.

(girl coughing)


I am so happy to get out.

I mean, I can't...

I can't even sleep at all, let alone have nightmares.

For me, it's like I get all shrunk down.

I don't get what you mean.

It's like I get like a cat or a dog or somethin'.

You can tell I'm just like they all are.

If I get in the hole much longer, I'm just gonna be like this hermit, shunning all human contact.


It's like that song says, Vanessa.

People need people.

I ain't so sure about that, Rhonda.

What is it that you think that you need?

I'll tell you.

Back in the hole, I decided all I need to live was my will.

And a knife's good too, you don't feel so at the mercy of events.


You made this?

Yeah, my stepfather Larry showed me how.

It's pretty cool, huh?

What are you gonna do with it?

Get the hell outta here.

You might have to mess up some of the staff.

What, you really feel sorry for them people?

You think normal people just wake up one morning and just decide they're gonna work in prison?

They're perverts, every last one of them.

Any of them fuckos get in my way, I'm gonna make them wish they hadn't.

[Rhonda] Do you like that?

[Vanessa] I'll make out with you, but no fucking.

I'm straight.

(Rhonda laughing)

Okay, you two.

Your Honor, it's obvious my client is a child and very unstable.

It says right here, "nearly illiterate, "emotionally immature, prone to impulsivity, "unpredictable--"

[Prosecutor] Your Honor, she is charged with a gruesome crime.

[Lawyer] Counselor, please.

Then it goes on to say she should be tried as an adult.

[Judge] And stand trial as an adult she will.

[Prosecutor] Thank you, Your Honor.

[Judge] Jury selection will commence on June 8th at 10 a.m.

(gavel bangs)

Are we leaving?

What are y'all lookin' at?

Fuck all y'all.

Fuck you, chipmunk face, and your fuckin' skipper wife.

I see here that you and Vanessa were arrested together twice in a period of two years.


We needed the money.

We thought it'd be all grown-up turning tricks on Warren Avenue right outside the Snack-N-Shop.

Except we got pinched in like five minutes.


You two were engaged in acts of prostitution in the sixth grade?

We was only gonna jack 'em off is all.

Did you ever see Vanessa act in an overtly hostile way to an actual human being?


You mean like blow somebody's brains out all over the place?

Oh, you think that's funny?


(Cherry laughing)

What about her boyfriend who passed away?

It was pretty exclusive.

Okay, Cherry, that'll be all for now, thank you very much.

I know she's blowing it over him.

Well, what do you know?

She's a coal-burner.

What's a coal-burner?

It means her boyfriend's black.

Are you surprised?

Aren't you?

You know, Mike, every kid we've spoken to about this Lutz girl seems to hold her in very high regard.

Well Wallace, look at her friends outside.

They're the most fucked-up bunch of kids I've ever seen in my damn life.

Still, something just doesn't--

[Garnet] What?

I gotta go back to the crime scene.

[Garnet] It's two-and-a-half hours away.


Go, go go.

Get it out of your system.

(distant siren wailing)

Go on.

Diamonds on the back, ladies.

Diamonds on the back.

Gonna get me some jerky.

Stay in line!

Don't forget to wash your hands now, ladies.

Do you think that little guard's cute?

I guess.

Yeah, sort of punky.

Better watch out, 'cause it's gonna get pretty crazy in here in a second.

[Girl] You gonna cut up that cute little guard?

[Vanessa] If he gets in my way I will.

You're stupid if you think you can get past both them two.

What the fuck do you care what happens to me?

I'm here on double murder, okay?

In two years, I'm gonna be 18.

I'm gonna be sent to Frontera for 20 fuckin' years, so why the hell shouldn't I help you?

Because two heads, a lot fuckin' better than one head.


Hurry up in there, ladies.


Come on now.

All right.

Don't you fucking breathe!


I'm dead serious.

What did I say?

[Mesquita] Where'd the hack go?

He went to get a beef treat, Mesquita.

And he'll be right back.

Shut up.

You can't get by the both of us.

Shut up!

Think about it.

Shut up!

My sister Brenda thinks you're cute.

I do not.

You do too.

That's good, where's Mrs. Cullins?


(suspenseful music)

[Vanessa] Who told you you could fight?

[Guard] You didn't have to kill me.


[Guard] You didn't have to kill me!

I didn't kill you, you dirty little pervert.

Gimme your goddamn car keys before I cut your pecker off.

That won't feel very good, will it?

He sure is bloody.

I still think he's cute.


[Mesquita] Move the fuckin' leg, man!

Move your fuckin' face!

Mesquita, I'd really like to go now.

Good night, everybody!

My homeys are here, Vanessa.

I missed you so much.

You smell the same.

What happened?

I was playing with ketchup.

This is my little bunkie, Vanessa.

(speaking foreign language)

And don't you worry, Cacahuete.

Everything gonna be all right.

All right.

(funky music)

You look pretty.

[Vanessa] Thanks.

So, you gonna think I sound all feminist and shit.

It's like, the one thing that I learned in jail is that

girls gotta help out other girls, you know?

Especially convict girls, 'cause, if they don't, they oughta be fucking dead.

Know what I mean?

I hear what you're sayin'.


Need me to drop that off anywhere?


The owner, he won't mind.


You're gonna need this, girl.

Oh, Mesquita, you already done too much for me.

This ain't even $20.

This bomb's a total gas hog.

Don't be stupid.

You know what I really need is a gun.

You gonna give her my ((speaks foreign language)?

I'll get you another one, (speaks foreign language).

I'll get you a cellular too, and a beeper.

I'll get ahold of your ass.

Watch out for the pigs, Vanessa.

Yeah, I'm sorry for busting your nose that time.

I was just real upset that day.

Oh, that hurt.

I'm all trying to work it so I can get you to put out with me later on.

I guess I went about it pretty dumb, huh?

Mesquita, I'd put out for you any day of the week.

I only do that in lockup.


Come here.

(doorbell ringing)

Good morning, Mrs. Wolverton.

Well, have you found her?

No we haven't.

I really don't think you're in any danger.

Oh really.

Well your life hasn't been ruined by this little monster, has it?

Is your husband here now, Mrs. Wolverton?


He's at St. John's doing his physical therapy.

Now what the hell are you doing here?

Go over to the hospital and escort Mr. Wolverton back here, please.


Mrs. Wolverton, I have a search warrant here.


If you would just sign anywhere.

I'm not signing anything.

Steve, make note that Mrs. Wolverton refused to sign the search warrant.

I don't believe this.

[Mike] So noted.

Okay, take care of the downstairs.

And make sure you check out the garage, backyard, everything thoroughly.

[Mrs. Wolverton] What's this all about?

Mrs. Wolverton, certain evidence has come to light, which we are duty-bound to investigate.

What sort of evidence?

I would prefer to discuss it in the presence of your husband, if you don't mind.

There's a storage shed out back, I'm gonna take a look.

You wouldn't happen to have the key, would you?

Fuck you.

Didn't think so.

(dissonant music)

Robert Wolverton.

Correct, age 32.

Yeah, forensics is on its way.

Tony found some remains.

Human, animal, who knows?

Mrs. Wolverton, were you aware your husband had mental problems?


Those were...

Those were chil--



Just like the Lutz girl we've been dying to see get strapped down in the gas chamber.


Will you ease up on her?

Fuck her!

(crying) (dissonant music)

(gunshot bangs)


(tires squealing)

(speaking foreign language) (festive music)

Hey ladies!

(speaking foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)



Yeah, muy beuna.

Want to score, baby?

Come on.

Fuck you too.

Hey, babe.

Ooh, me so horny. (man mumbles)

Yeah, what about now?

Fuck you too.

Back again, huh?

Wanna fuck?

How much?

Depends on what you're into.

Do you suck cock?


I can do that.

[Man] I just wanna get sucked.

All right.

You just find us an alley and I'll take care of you right where you're sitting.

I'll pay $25.

I can live with that.

Let's go.

You're underage, aren't you?

What, is that a problem?


Young people gotta live too.

Sure got that right.

Now get 'em all down, okay?

Makes it a whole lot easier that way.

And gimme all your money!

All of it!

God dammit!

(gunshot bangs)



Hey, I'm sorry, okay?

I was aimin' at your head, mister!

Okay, I'm sorry.

If you get this over quick, we'll both be a lot happier, okay?

My money's in my briefcase in the back seat.

Don't move it!

Just lean over and open it up where it's laying.

And keep your pants where they are, Mr. Dirty Mouth!




Don't swing that motherfuckin' thing at me, or I swear to God you're dead!

Believe me?

Why are you doing this?

Because I'm pissed off and the whole world owes me.

Now gimme your goddamn money!

Where's the rest of it?

That's all I got.

You was just gonna give me five dollars!

Please, please, please.

Just take it, okay?


Get out of the goddamn car right now, you little pecker snot!

Right now!

No, uh-uh!

You get all them panties off before I get really pissed!

You think I'm kiddin'?

(gunshots banging)

Now get your ass in the trunk.

(dogs barking)

Please, I'm claustrophobic.

Yeah, well I get claustrophobic suckin' strange dick.

Get in there!

Please, please, I gotta pee.

Well pee in there, motherfucker!

I ain't kiddin'!



[Flo] I'm sorry, sir, this is a no-smoking restaurant.

You really are a dear, Flo.

Would you care for a warm-up?

No thank you.

I'd like to order.

What would you like?

Some chicken soup, with a fucking straw.

(suspenseful music)

[Man] Let me out, I'm dying in here!

Oh, you are?

Well, do it now.

Will you slow down, for Christ's sake?

You're gonna get us killed.

There, there's the exit.

[Vanessa] Grandma!




(tires squealing)

(dissonant music)

(suspenseful music)

[Man] Let me out.

I'm dying in here.


Hey, hey, hey!

Grandma, it's me!

It's me, Vanessa!

Hey, Grandma.

It's me, Vanessa!

Hi Grandma.

Grandma, wake up.

It's time to wake up.

I'm your granddaughter.

I'm here to take care of you forever and ever and ever.

Why are you hidin'?

Here, let me see.


Them's some big ugly fuckin' teeth you got, Bob.

How do you like that, Vanessa?

You like how that fuckin' feels?

What did you do with my grandma?

Do you want to see your grandma?

What do you think of grandma, kid?

You fucker!

You killed my grandma!

That's not all I did to grandma.


Naomi, listen, I brought you an extension cord--

(gunshot bangs)


(frenetic rock music)

(gunshot bangs)

Die, you piece of shit!


(gunshots banging)

Die, you fucker!

(gunshots banging)

Back inside!

My god!

(gunshots banging)

Die, you piece of shit!

Let's go!

(gunshots banging)


Piece of shit!

Fucking perv!


Piece of shit!



[Vanessa] Die!


Come on.

Oh shit.

Get out of there.

Get out of there!


Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

(birds chirping)

Y'all got a cigarette?


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