Black Creek Page #6

the earth soon enough.

(Mike pants)

It's time to get back to our

true American heritage, Mike.

[Mike] No!

Our dead family is

calling us from the ground.

It's time to dig them up.

(Mike grunts)

(siren wails)

(dark atmospheric music)

(ominous tones)

(moody electronic music)

[Wanner] Sheriff's

Department, show yourself!

Mike!

Mike, show yourself to me!

Mike!

Are you in here?

Sheriff, you better get over

here and take a look at that.

What the f*** is

goin' on around here?

Black Creek becomin' the

murder capital of the world?

What the f*** is that?

(ominous tones)

It's the old Native

American symbol for death.

You wait here until

backup arrives.

Well where are you goin'?

Something I've

gotta check out.

That's great, leave me

alone in f***in' death creek,

all by myself.

(noise swells)

(moody tribal music)

Mike!

Wake up, please!

Get her to stop,

she's your sister!

This is where it happened.

The white settlers.

Beneath our feet are

the murdered bodies

of countless women and

children of my people.

Your scalps will raise

four more skinwalkers,

and our scalps will raise

the two most powerful

skinwalkers ever, because

of our Indian blood.

(Mike grunts)

(flesh squelches)

Sheriff's Department,

put the weapon down!

You know what happened here.

That was a long time ago,

these kids are innocent!

Your great-grandfather, he

was one of them, wasn't he?

What our forefathers did

has nothing to do with them!

Now put the weapon down!

Tell that to the dead

children that you stand on.

You will pay for the children

of my land with children.

(tense atmospheric tones)

(Harry moans)

No!

(gun fires)

(Mike grunts)

(ominous tones)

You're safe now, son.

(sighs)

Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm

gonna get you out of here.

(Jenna grunts)

(Mike grunts)

(dark atmospheric music)

Behind you!

(thud)

(skull cracks)

(ominous tones)

(tense atmospheric tones)

(moody electronic music)

The sheriff!

(siren wails)

(distorted radio chatter)

Sheriff!

What the f*** happened to you?

(neck cracks)

(ominous tones)

[Jenna] Mike we're never gonna

make it out of these woods.

Yes, we are, I promise.

Wait, do you hear that?

(car approaches)

I think it's a car.

Help!

Stop, please!

(ominous chord)

(dark atmospheric tones)

We've been attacked, please,

we need to get out of here.

Don't worry, kids, I'm here.

You're safe now.

(gun fires)

(melancholic electronic music)

[Mike] No.

Mike, you have

to burn my body.

- No.

- Don't let it take me.

I won't let it take you.

You have to.

(moody electronic music)

My ancestors

created this monster.

And now, my friends are dead.

I feel responsible for

not stopping it in time.

But, I think I've found

a way to contain it.

(birds tweet)

I love you.

(moody tribal music)

Rest in peace, Heather, with

Dad and our forefathers,

on both sides of the land.

Well I walked

up to the devil

And I asked him for a dance

Either he was glad to see me

Or he had his socks

rolled in his pants

In a way he was

gonna f*** me

You know the

devil always does

I wanna be on top for once

I'm sick of

being on the bottom

I wanna walk out in the sun

And leave a trail

that's not forgotten

It's not forgotten

You know I've

always been a rebel

At least in my own mind

But I have no reputation

To let on the line

Well maybe that

way it's better

'Cause if they look

they just might find

I wanna be on top for once

I'm sick of

being on the bottom

I wanna walk out in the sun

And leave a trail

that's not forgotten

I wanna be on top for once

I'm sick of

being on the bottom

I wanna walk out in the sun

And leave a trail

that's not forgotten

I wanna walk out in the sun

I wanna walk out in the sun

I wanna walk out in the sun

I wanna walk out in the sun

I wanna walk out in the sun

I wanna walk out in the sun

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