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The film which you are about to see...
is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths.
It is all the more tragic in that they were young.
But had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected...
nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre...
as they were to see that day.
For them, an idyllic summer afternoon became a nightmare.
For 30 years, the files collected dust...
in the Cold Cases division of the Travis County Police Department.
Over 1 300 pieces of evidence were collected from the crime scene...
at the Hewitt residence.
Yet none of the evidence was more compelling...
than the classified police footage of the crime-scene walkthrough.
Test, test, test.
Okay, this is August 20th, 1 973.
The time is 3:47 p.m.
Location is the Hewitt residence on Route 1 7.
It's where victim one was found.
Gonna do a walkthrough.
And we're now descending the stairs into the furnace room.
Uh....
There's... Over here. There's scratch marks along the wall.
There's some more over here.
Right along here and...
Oh, there's something over here it seems.
Looks like a clot of hair...
and an embedded fingernail.
All right, we're gonna go move into the actual furnace room.
The events of that day were to lead to one of the most bizarre crimes...
in the annals of American history:
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Go. Hold on, hold on. Don't let go. Not yet, not yet, not yet.
Yeah, now, now. Let go.
Turn it up.
Whoo!
Somebody please make her stop singing.
- L think you got a beautiful voice, baby. - Thank you.
Can you believe we didn't even know each other yesterday?
I know. It's just amazing.
You know what's even more amazing?
Hello?
Hello? Can we get a pause or halftime?
Okay, the fact that 33,000 Americans each day...
are infected with a sexually transmitted disease...
and two thirds of them are just about your age.
Hey, Morgan. How are you the expert on the dumbest shit?
What are the odds of you guys passing through El Paso...
just as I started to hitch?
I mean, it's like synchronicity.
It's like LSD. It's like this shit does not just happen.
Oh, baby, they gotta play "Freebird."
They have to. We paid a fortune for these tickets.
Yo, Kemp, can you do something about the AC back here? l'm melting.
No.
But if you or Pepper get too hot, you could always take your clothes off.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you? - You are such a perv.
- Don't listen to him, Pepper. - Why not? l think he's funny.
She's only known you for 1 9 hours.
I've lived with him for three years, and trust me, he is not funny.
- Morgan, hey, let me see that. - Hey.
- Careful, man. - Thank you.
I think I can manage, college boy. Erin.
Oh, no, thank you. l'm nauseous.
Montezuma's revenge.
- L was, like, "Erin, don't drink the water." - l didn't.
And she didn't drink the tequila, she didn't drink the weed...
Smoke the weed.
Well, maybe l didn't go to Mexico to watch you get shitfaced for four days.
That is what people do when they go to Mexico.
- What did you expect? - L don't know.
A tear-cut diamond ring...
that goes right here on my beautiful little finger?
- We are gonna get you a ring someday. - L heard that one before.
Peace offering.
Oops. Oh.
- That was so not so cool. - Hey, guys, take it down.
Guys, relax, it's not like we don't have 2 pounds of...
Oh, great.
- What did you say? - L don't remember.
Look, l'm sorry. l got bad brain cells.
Two pounds of pot. Does that refresh your memory?
Don't listen to him. He's baked and he's stupid.
Baby, will you please tell me that we did not go to Mexico to buy pot?
We did not go to Mexico to buy pot.
Hey, come on, baby.
Look at me. I am not a dope smuggler, okay?
- Tell me how much you love me. - That much.
- How much? That much? - That much. This much.
That's it. That's it.
- Give me a kiss. - That much.
Can you drive responsibly? I gotta drive.
- Look out. - Shit.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, fuck.
You almost hit her.
What the fuck was she doing walking in the middle of the road?
Asshole.
Hello?
Hey, are you okay?
Boys, that's a bad acid trip walking right there.
Hello? Can you hear us?
You're gonna get killed doing that.
Kemp, stop the van.
Fuck that, we got a concert to go to.
We're still three fucking hours from Dallas. Where are you going?
We'll get there.
- L've gotta get away. - Hey.
I just need to get away.
What?
- Gotta get away. - From who?
I wanna go home.
Okay, we can't leave her out here like this.
Hey, let us help you, okay?
Come on.
- Come on. It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay, man, we'll give you a ride wherever you wanna go.
I wanna go home.
Okay, we can take you home.
Um, what's your name?
They're all dead.
Oh, my God. I am way too stoned for this.
Baby, let's find a hospital, okay?
You know what? Give me the vaguest idea where there is one, we'll go there.
Um, who's dead?
Kemper, didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick up hitchhikers?
No.
You're going the wrong way.
Stop. You're going the wrong way.
- Hey. - You're going the wrong way.
Sit down.
- Jesus Christ. I can't go back there.
You can't make me go back there.
I won't go back there.
Back where?
She's all fucked up.
No.
He's a bad man.
He's a really bad man.
He's a bad man.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, God.
You're all gonna die.
Grab it. Grab it.
Oh, my God!
Let me out!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
- You all right? - That's too much. l'm okay, I'm okay.
- Oh, my God! - Take it easy. Let me see it.
- Lt's all over. - There's nothing there.
- Lt's gone. Look. - L could have fucking died out there.
We all could have, Morgan.
That didn't just happen.
I've never seen anybody die before.
Yeah, most people never do.
I don't see how that's helping us right now.
I don't know why we had to pick her up.
Why the fuck did we have to stop?
- She needed help. - Yeah, a lot of fucking help we did her.
Leave her alone.
Fuck.
I just don't understand.
Why did she do it? And why did she have to pick us?
Why did she have to pick us?
What are we gonna do?
I don't know. We're gonna....
We're gonna have to call the cops, I guess.
Yeah, on the list of bad ideas, that one goes way up there.
Are you kidding me?
Officers, as you inspect the crime scene, which is now our van...
please ignore the pińata filled with marijuana you happen to come across.
It played no part whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate young woman.
Listen, keep your goddamn voice down.
Easy, easy, easy.
Goddamn it.
You're not gonna listen to him.
What the fuck are you doing?
It's over.
Kemper, you just can't throw the shit out.
You okay?
Baby, l'm sorry, okay?
I did it for us.
I did it so we could start a life, you know.
I'm sorry.
Okay?
I'll tell you this, there's no possible way I'm ever getting back in that van.
I guess that's what brains look like, huh?
Sort of like...
lasagna, kind of.
All right, l'll shut up now.
I'll tell you this much...
the next hitchhiker is shit out of luck, I swear to God.
Dude, gas station.
Come on, Erin, let's find a bathroom.
Well, l'll be damned.
Ma'am, we need to report a suicide.
Something like this comes along...
makes folks realize how crazy the world is out there.
Right.
Would you mind calling the sheriff?
It's gonna cost you 1 0 cents.
You want some pig?
Shit.
Big brothers.
I just feel so disgusting.
Well, there's about six of them altogether counting the dead one.
Poor thing. It's awful.
Well, why don't you ask them yourself?
Right.
Where'd you say you found her again?
Ma'am, I already told you. About 1 0 minutes west of here.
About five miles west.
Ma'am, excuse me, when is the sheriff gonna be here?
Sheriff said he's headed over to the old Crawford Mill.
I'm sorry, the what?
The old Crawford Mill.
He wants to know if you wouldn't mind driving over there to make your report.
Yes. Yes, we goddamn mind.
I'm sorry, but how often do girls just blow their heads off in this shit-hole town?
Just calm down, okay? Let me...
I'm sorry, I apologize. But, ma'am, l don't understand.
Why the hell won't the sheriff just come out here?
Didn't say.
He said it'd be about two hours before he could get here.
We're not gonna drive around this town with a dead girl in the back of our van.
Young man...
what you do is your own business.
Come on.
Get in.
I just wanna go home, okay?
That's fine.
She's starting to stink back here.
No worse than the inside of that fucking store.
Did you smell that nasty beef shit?
Oh, my God.
Guys.
Hello?
Ain't no sheriff here.
I think we should drop off the body and get the hell out of here.
- Maybe we should vote on it. - Kemper, no.
Why not, Erin? lt is a democracy.
How would you like it if we just dumped your body out here?
I'm sorry, nobody asked her to blow her head off in our van.
My van.
I say we dump her.
Pig.
Cool. All right, fine. Two votes.
Now we just need one more.
Kemper?
One more and we're out of here.
Kemper, please.
Baby, she's dead.
I just....
I really don't think it matters where we leave her.
Well, it matters to me, if that means anything.
Erin, look, I...
That girl has got parents who's gonna want her back.
Not just dumped on the side of the road like a piece of trash.
You see our Lone Ranger anywhere?
Maybe this isn't the Crawford Mill.
It's unbelievable.
This is a joke. There's nobody here.
There's no sheriff here.
What?
- L just saw something move. - L just saw something.
I swear to God I saw something move in there.
- You're trying to scare me into leaving. - Erin, come on.
Go to hell.
Erin, come on, quit screwing around.
- Kemper! - Erin.
Erin.
Erin, where are you?
What's up, you?
All right, you guys.
- All right. - Go.
- L got it. - Okay.
Damn it. Give me...
- Give me something to hold this shit. - It's a possum.
- Oh, dude, it's a possum. - Indigenous to the...
You think this is a...?
I didn't do that.
All right, that's it.
If somebody's out there, just stop fucking around, all right?
I mean it. Just come on out.
Who are you?
What'd you do to her?
Huh?
The girl out there in the van.
We didn't do anything to her.
She did that to herself.
Oh, my God.
Promise you won't hurt me?
Hey, you make these?
Hey, buddy.
Hey.
This is the old Crawford Mill, right?
My name's Erin.
Jedidiah.
Yo, junior.
So we're waiting here for the sheriff. Do you know where he is?
Okay, well, where?
Home.
Getting drunk.
Cool. Let's split.
If the sheriff doesn't give a shit, then why should we?
Does he live around here?
You know, front-row tickets to a big concert.
Can we drive there from here?
Road don't go there.
Short walk though.
I think we should go, like, now. Like, right now.
How do l get to the sheriff's?
Whoa. Hey, you sick little mutant.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, now, let go. Get out of here.
That's police evidence.
Is anybody home?
- Hello? - What do you want?
Are you the sheriff?
Do I look like a sheriff?
- L don't know, I can't see you. - Stand back from the door.
Sheriff don't live here.
You can call him if you want to.
Thanks, we'd really appreciate it.
Wipe your feet.
I like to keep a clean house.
I said she could call him.
- You wait outside. - Okay, chief.
- L ain't looking for trouble. - Don't shoot.
Terrible.
I'll dial him for you.
- Hello? - Hi, is this the sheriff's office?
Can l speak to him, please?
Oh, thank God.
It's just an educated guess...
but my money says your dead body's right there in that van.
Sheriff's gonna be there in about 30 minutes.
Thirty minutes? Believe me, we will be there.
Thanks. I'm all set.
Wait, wait. Can you help me out back here?
Are you okay?
- Could you just...? - Okay.
Excuse me. Erin?
Excuse me.
Erin?
Excuse me, you mind getting the fuck out of my way, son?
We picked her up on the side of the road, like....
Wow. Look at that mess.
Who does this belong to?
- She had that on her, sir. - You don't say.
- Had it on her? - Yes, sir.
Okay, you can just relax, because you're not helping.
Good girl. Good girl.
Pigsty.
Oh, Jesus.
What the hell was that?
Kemper?
Kemp?
Well, let's get her wrapped up.
Oh, pretty little thing.
How about giving me a hand here, asshole?
You don't expect me to do this by myself?
I need some help.
Always getting yanked into this shit. What am I doing?
Lift her up and just kind of pull her over your way there.
She ain't gonna bite you. She's deader than a doornail.
- Get a hold of her and pick her up. - Yes, sir.
Yeah. There you go.
I'll bet she's real unhappy.
Real sorry that you're getting fucking her blood all over your goddamn arm.
You know, back when l was a young patrolman...
l used to love wrapping up these young honeys.
I'll bet you did.
Cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know?
Oh, shit.
Look at that. She's kind of wet down there.
What you boys been doing with this dead body, anyway?
Can we please finish this?
Kemper?
Kemp?
Something wrong?
- Where is he? - L don't know.
But he's not in my house.
Thanks.
Kemper?
Kemp?
Goddamn him.
Okay, boys, there you go. There she is.
Let's get her out of there now.
You, four-eyes, get a hold of her legs.
- Get after that part of her. - Push, go.
- Okay. Come on. - Ow!
Jesus.
- This is ridiculous. - We'll just stick her in the back seat.
It just seems so wrong.
Don't give me any crap, young lady.
Goddamn it, l got just as much respect for a dead body as anybody around here.
Hey, get that nasty goddamn thing out of the back seat of my goddamn car.
Put it in the trunk. What the hell's the matter with you?
- Don't break my... Don't break my stuff. - Get the legs.
Put the legs in.
Y'all gonna be able to find your way out of here?
- Yeah. Yeah, we'll be fine. - All right, then.
Protect and serve. That's what we do.
That you did, sir.
Kemp.
Kemper?
Kemper.
Poor Kemp. He ain't ever gonna get the stink out of this van.
You think we should we try to clean it for him?
Be my guest.
Are you okay?
It's too much. I'm gonna be sick.
Okay, good news. Sheriff's on his way.
Sheriff already came.
He took the body.
Where's Kemper?
Wasn't he with you?
- Kemper? - What the hell is that?
Come here.
Kemper.
Kemp.
There's nobody even here.
- Kemp. - What was that all about?
Kemper.
What is that?
- Oh, what the...? - Lt's somebody's fucking teeth, isn't it?
- Pepper, calm down, all right? - Erin, find your boyfriend. It's time to go.
Kemper.
Kemp.
Morgan, what are you doing?
Oh, my God.
- Pull him out. - Oh, my God.
- L can't. - Oh, my God.
Asshole. - lt's not funny.
Oh, what the hell is that?
Is that the girl from our van?
That's her.
Is that her family?
What were they all doing here?
They were probably looking for the sheriff.
This is fucking weird.
All right, you know what? Let's find Kemper and get the hell out of here.
Where are you going?
To find him.
Well, where are the keys for the van?
Well, who put you in charge?
If you guys wanna take off, that's fine.
But l am not getting in that van and leaving without him.
- Give me the keys. - Don't even think about it.
Andy.
I don't know about you guys, but l happen to like my teeth right where they are.
We can't leave him. Let's go.
We'll meet you back at the van.
- I know Kemp's in there. - Wonderful.
All right, keep him busy.
Hi, it's me again. I'm really sorry to bother you...
but l can't find my boyfriend, Kemper, anywhere.
I thought I would just come and...
Ain't you supposed to meet the sheriff?
Kemper.
Kemp, don't mess around.
Wow, what a wonderful garden you have.
It's just so plentiful.
Andy?
Hey, you can't just go in my house.
Andy.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
What the hell are you doing in my house?
We're just looking for our friend, then we'll be out of here.
You ain't running things, boy, except your mouth.
He sounds crazy.
You little turd.
You're so dead, you don't even know it.
Come on, boy. Bring it.
Bring it.
- Bring what? - Bring it.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Erin!
- Come on. - Andy.
Get the fuck out of here. Run.
Shit! God!
Please.
Please. Stop.
No, please. Please.
Stop.
Shit. Erin! Erin!
Erin!
Kemper really owes us for this.
- What's wrong, Erin? - Are you okay?
Where's the gun?
- Come on. - Erin, what's going on?
Where's the gun?
The sheriff took it.
Shit.
Erin, what the fuck's going on? Calm down.
- Erin. - Fuck.
- What? - What?
- Oh, thank God. Oh, thank God. - Take it easy.
- Thank God. - Take it easy.
My friend needs help.
My friend, right now. My friend's dying. My friend's being hurt.
Settle down. Take a couple of deep breaths.
- There's some guy... Shh, shh.
Just quiet down.
- Please. - What's wrong with your car?
There's nothing wrong with my car.
- Whoa. - It's my friend.
Please help him. I don't know where he is anymore.
Somebody wanna explain this?
- Lt's not mine, sir. - You kids taking drugs?
- No. - No.
It's not our van.
I smell bullshit.
No.
- My friend... - Get out of the van.
Out.
On your faces. All three of you.
Get on the ground.
No. No.
Arizona.
Colorado.
- New York. - Please, you've gotta help him.
There's a... He's fucking killing him.
- Now we're getting someplace. - Come on. Please.
Who's killing who?
There's a fucking guy with a fucking chainsaw.
Get your sweet little ass back in the dirt until I say otherwise.
You know what l think?
I think your boyfriend shot that little girl and then he ran off.
He did not. Some fucking guy with a...
- Stop, stop. - We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die!
You girls better get yourselves under control or l'm gonna have to do it for you.
Why won't you listen to her?
Get on your feet.
Get over by the van.
- Please, stop. - We're gonna die. We're gonna die.
We're gonna die, we're...
I wanna know exactly what happened inside that van.
- We already told you what happened. - And now you're gonna show me.
Get in.
Is that where she was sitting?
Because the angle don't add up for me with the blood on that back window.
Maybe she was a bit more in the middle.
Well, maybe you ought to move a little more over to the middle.
But....
What, are you afraid of a little blood?
Get the fuck over there!
I don't have much of an imagination.
So l need to get a distinct image...
of what went down here.
What'd she do next?
She....
- She shot herself. - Oh, she shot herself.
You don't say.
- How? - What do you mean, "how"?
Take the gun.
Take the gun and show me how she did it.
Come on.
Take the gun.
Take the gun and show me.
Take the goddamn gun!
Is that how she did it?
Yes.
- Yes, sir. - You're a fucking liar.
There ain't no hole in the bottom of her chin. I looked.
She stuck the goddamn weapon into her mouth, didn't she?
Show me how she did it.
- Please. - Do it.
Show me.
Please, please, please.
- Attaboy. There you go. - Please, please, don't.
And then what'd she do?
She shot herself.
- You ain't lying to me again, are you? - No.
Because I have never seen a weapon go off without somebody's finger...
on the fucking trigger.
Morgan, what's going on?
You okay?
You girls stay in the dirt till l tell you different.
You motherfucker. Get on the fucking floor.
- L said, get on the floor! - What the hell are you doing?
- What are you gonna do, shoot me? - Morgan, please, please.
Just please put the gun down, okay? Please don't do it.
Oh, my God, Morgan.
- You lying fuck. - You could kill me right now.
Get out of here scot-free, couldn't you?
Morgan, please. Just put it down.
He shoots me, you're accomplice to murder.
- Morgan, please. - You two...
- you're just as guilty as him. - Please. Come on.
- Morgan! - Do it! Fucking shoot him!
- You put the gun down. - Morgan, shoot him.
- Don't fucking do it, please. - You don't have the fucking balls, do you?
- Morgan, don't shoot him! - Shoot him, shoot him!
Pull the fucking trigger!
Fuck you.
Well, well, well. Lookie here.
- Oh, my God, Morgan. - We got ourselves a killer.
Only this time, you killed a sheriff.
I ought to blow your fucking brains out right now, asshole.
Get out of the van. Get out.
Get out of the van.
Morgan.
Where are you taking him? What are you doing?
- Why are you taking the keys? - Get the fuck away from me.
Man, this is bullshit.
I have rights.
Yeah, you got rights. Okay.
Where were y'all headed?
Dallas.
Skynyrd concert.
Skynyrd? Hell, l like Skynyrd.
By God, how about that? We got something in common, don't we?
Well, what are you gonna do with your tickets now, hotshot?
You can have them.
Is that bribery?
Oh, that was really rude, wasn't it?
Oh, look at you.
How about that?
Look at that shit. We got something else in common now.
See that?
Get on over to the damn Crawford Mill.
Those two fillies are good to go.
- Shit. - What do you think he's doing to Morgan?
I don't wanna think about it, okay?
Oh, shit.
Pepper, l need you to hold that light really steady.
Can you do that?
- Where did you learn how to do that? - Ln juvie.
They called my youth misspent.
Oh, thank God.
- Get out of the car. - Where are we?
It's none of your goddamn business, faggot.
Just get out of the goddamn car.
You kids shouldn't have messed with that little girl.
You brought this all on yourself.
Now get the hell in the house.
- Come on, please. - Come on.
- Come on, please. - Come on, Erin, come on.
- Yes. - Yes.
Go, go, go.
Go! Go!
Get out, Pepper, now.
Pepper.
Run.
No! No, Pepper.
Please, please. Please, let me in.
Please. Help me, please.
Why don't you have a seat?
It's okay. Sit down.
Have a seat.
Turn that thing off. He's gonna fucking hear it.
There's nothing a good old cup of tea won't settle.
Nobody's gonna come through that door.
I really need to use your phone.
I don't have one.
No.
Phones are a hassle.
No. Don't you get it?
He's gonna kill you. He's gonna kill all of us.
- Oh, no, he won't. - Yes, he will.
He knows better than to be messing around here.
Everyone around here knows that poor, sweet boy.
Sweet boy.
He's no harm.
He always keeps to himself.
Skin disease.
He was just a little boy when it started.
Didn't you look at his face?
I couldn't. l couldn't look.
Oh, sweetie.
Here.
Here, it's just right.
Come drink some before it gets cold.
You have no idea.
- Hush, now. - L don't wanna drink any more tea.
I just need a phone.
- Please. - Now see what you've done?
Oh. Heh-heh.
That wasn't a good idea.
Now drink up your tea.
It'll help you relax.
I'll be right back.
You're a little tense.
You should relax.
I better go now.
You okay, child? You don't look so good.
I thought you said you didn't have a have a phone.
It's okay. It's okay.
That's not your baby.
You stole her!
She's mine.
Oh, my.
Oh, my, my, my.
Everything's gonna be fine real soon.
I promise.
Give her some room.
Maybe she'd like to stay for supper.
Messed up everything already. Stop bothering her.
Grandma. Let me in now.
You best stay out there with them dogs till you learn how to play by the rules.
You're not going nowhere, honey.
Please. Please, just let me go.
I know your kind.
Nothing but cruelty and ridicule for my boy...
all the time he was growing up.
Does anybody care about me and my boy?
- Huh? - Don't hurt her.
- Please, Grandma, don't... - You shut up out there.
Help me! Please, will you make them stop?
- Lookie, Mama, she likes me. - Stop!
What's wrong with you fucking people?
Nothing wrong with us.
- Tommy. - Help me, please.
Thomas Brown Hewitt, you get in here right now.
No!
- No! - Get her out of my sight.
No, please, no. Please.
Please.
- Will you cut out that racket? - No! No!
No!
Here's your pants.
Thank you, Mama.
No.
Oh, my God.
Erin.
I can't....
Erin, no. No.
- Okay. - No.
Lift your body.
Lift your body up.
- Stop! - Push.
Stop!
Lift your... Lift your body.
Sorry.
Erin, please.
Please, finish it.
Erin, do it.
I can't.
- L can't. - There's a knife.
Erin.
Do it. Do it.
- L can't. - Do it.
I can't do it.
Do it.
Do it. Do it.
Please forgive me.
Morgan, it's me.
No!
Morgan, it's Erin. Morgan, it's me. lt's Erin.
It's Erin. Come on.
- Come on. Over here. - Okay.
We gotta go.
Come on, now.
- Now. - Okay, Morgan.
Come on. Morgan, get up.
- Over here. - Let's go. Walk.
I need you to lean on me.
Run. Faster.
- Hurry. Come on. - Keep going, keep going.
- Run, fast. - Run.
Run, Morgan.
- Come on. - Go.
- Hurry. - Keep going, hurry.
Hurry.
Come on. Don't let him get you. Come on.
- Come on, Morgan. - Get up there.
- Come on. - Go, go, go.
Come on, Morgan. Come on.
Morgan, the couch.
The couch.
Come on.
Quick.
Shit.
Come on.
Shit.
Come on.
No! No!
Run! Run!
Erin.
Morgan!
Get off him!
No. Stop.
Stop. Please.
Stop.
Help me. Please.
Please, I need help.
Help. Help.
Let me in.
Oh, my God.
Hey!
Goddamn it.
Come on.
Stop!
Please, stop!
Hey there. You all right?
Are you okay?
Here. Come on, let's get in my truck over here.
You in a car wreck?
Where are we going?
I'm gonna get you some help.
Honey, what's your name?
Huh?
I just wanna go home.
You live around here?
No.
No. No.
- No. - Hey.
- L can't go back there. - Get off of me.
- Keep going. - Stop it.
No. Keep going.
- What the hell...? - Please, don't stop.
I don't know what your problem is, but I can't take this.
Don't get out. Don't get out!
Hello in there. Hello. Help.
- Ma'am, help. l need some help out here. - What is it?
- What do you want? I picked up a girl.
She's bloody. She's out here in my truck.
Junior. Junior, come on out here.
Come on.
Henrietta, get me my raincoat.
I need some help out here. Let's see.
Henrietta?
I gave her a ride.
I found her right down the highway.
I don't know her name.
Yeah. Well, she grabbed the steering wheel and dang near ran me off the road.
She nearly caused us to crash. Yeah, she grabbed it while l was driving.
She's out there. She's out there in the truck.
Well, l think she's there.
She's out there in the truck.
The baby's gone.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Come on, you little bitch, start.
Fuck you!
You asshole!
This is August 20th, 1 973.
Location is the Hewitt residence.
We're gonna go move into the actual furnace room.
Watch yourself.
Look out.
Oh, man. Ugh.
Look out. You got it?
All right.
This is the actual furnace room we're going into...
where they expected to perpetrated...
Got a bit of a jump there.
- Got it? - That's okay. Don't worry.
Come on back here. Follow me.
The crime scene was not properly secured by Travis County police.
Two investigating officers were fatally wounded that day.
This is the only known image of Thomas Hewitt...
the man they call Leatherface.
The case today still remains open.