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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
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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