Sheriff Hoyt: I smell bullshit.
[last lines]
Narrator: 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.
[first lines]
Narrator: The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of 5 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 divison 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 walk-through.
Adams (officer in walkthrough): Test test test... OK,
uh, this is, uh, August 20th, 1973. The time is, uh, 3:47 P.M. Our location is the Hewitt residence on Route 17; it's where victim one was found. We're gonna do a walk-through, 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 over here. And, oh, there's something over here. Seems...
Looks like a clot of hair and an embedded fingernail. All right, we're gonna go move into the actual furnace room.
Narrator: 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.
Sheriff Hoyt: I bet she's real unhappy, real sorry that you're getting fuckin' her blood all over your goddamn arm. You know, back when I was a young patrolman, I used to love wrapping up these young honies.
Andy: Yeah, I bet you did.
Sheriff Hoyt: Yeah, cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know. Oh, look at that.
She's kind of wet down there. What you boys been doing with this dead body anyway?
Andy: Can we please finish this?
Erin: I didn't go to Mexico to watch you get shit-faced for four days.
Kemper: That's what you do in Mexico!
Andy: Erin, I'm dead. Please finish it. You can do it.
Erin: I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Andy: Here's a knife. Erin, do it. Do it!
Erin: I can't do it.
Andy: Do it! Do it! Do it!
Erin: Please forgive me... Please forgive me.
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come
across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Sheriff Hoyt: Is that where she was sitting? Because the angle don't add up for me with the blood on that back window.
Morgan: Maybe she was a bit more in the middle.
Sheriff Hoyt: Well, maybe you ought to move a little more over to the middle.
Morgan: But...
Sheriff Hoyt: What, are you
afraid of a little blood? Get the fuck over there!
Sheriff Hoyt: You know, I have just as much respect for dead as anybody.
[sees Andy and Morgan putting the dead hitchhiker in the backseat of his patrol car]
Sheriff Hoyt: Get that nasty, goddamn thing out of the backseat of my goddamn car. Put it in the trunk, what the hell's the matter with you?