Blackwater Page #3

- Thanks for saving

me, you guys.

- Alright.

Brooke and Kat, you

guys should go together.

And then you and me.

Alright?

And Kat, you're

probably stronger.

So, you take the stern.

- What the hell's a stern?

- Oh, the backseat.

So, you can steer.

- Alright, just promise me

you guys will not lose us.

- Oh please.

I kick butt on the

club rowing machine.

- You guys.

This isn't a race.

It's gonna be a

fun relaxing day.

- What about the

snake we just saw?

- What about it?

(peaceful music)

- Ooh boy.

(mumbles)

(music crescendos)

- Come on.

- Kat, maybe they will lose us.

- Come on slow pokes.

- Hold on.

(peaceful music)

(birds chirping)

(peaceful music)

- Oh, get your camera.

Oh, it's adorable.

- Say "hi".

- Hi beautiful.

Are you having a good time?

- Yes, thank you.

(mumbles)

- Wait wait wait.

Just don't leave

me here by myself.

(laughing)

- Where should we be?

- I don't know.

Over there.

- This way?

- Yeah.

(click)

(gasps)

- Kat.

- My my my.

Look what we got here.

- Mighty fine.

Sure looks pretty.

- You right, buddy.

You sure are right.

- Look, we're sorry.

We didn't know this

was anyone's land.

We'll get out of your way.

- Well, that's

okay, little girl.

- Damn.

This must be your lucky day.

(chuckles)

Three of us men

for the two of you.

That's what I call

ladies' choice.

- Ladies' choice, yeah.

- Leave us alone.

- Don't you press your

luck now, darling.

- Hey.

Leave her alone.

What are you doing?

- You just do what I tell you.

- Watch it, Bubba.

- Kat.

(chuckling)

- You a long way from

home now, ain't you?

What you doing way out

here in man country?

- We're just on a camping trip.

- A camping trip?

A way out here in the

swamp camping trip?

- Just leave us alone.

- Yes.

- Hell, we best

keep you company.

So, you're not in

dangers in Blackwater.

- Nothing's happened here.

So, if we can leave,

we don't have to say

anything, I swear.

- Shut your mouth.

- Do you want money?

We have so much money.

- I said shut your stupid mouth.

- Don't get him all pissed off.

- We don't want any trouble.

- Do you know how the

hell he gets on me?

- We just wanna go home.

(whimpering)

- What's your name, darling?

- [Tuck] Hell, tell him, baby.

- What's your name?

- [Tuck] Come on. Come on.

- Brooke?

What kind of name is that for

a pretty little thing like you?

Polite thing to do is answer

a man when he talks to you.

Don't they teach you

city girls no manners?

- [Tuck] Ain't got no

manners in a city girl.

(chuckling)

- Well now.

Maybe a little Miss

Mouth over here

has something to say.

You got manners, girl?

We got us a fighter.

Oh yeah, we got us a fighter.

- [Brooke] Kat.

Get off of her.

Just go.

- Smells so good.

(crying)

Don't go nowhere, b*tch.

Stay right there.

- No. Stop.

(chuckles)

- I like that.

You ain't going

nowhere, little one.

- [Kat] Get away from her!

- That's the way I like it.

This one's got

some fight in her.

Come on.

Alright, little girl.

We going up here, now.

Get up now.

I said get up there.

- Kat!

- Quit shovin'.

- Get away from her!

No!

(screams)

Get off her!

Get away from her.

- No, we gonna finish off.

(cackles)

- You want some of

this now, Bubba?

You want some of that?

(crying)

(mumbling)

- Go get Brooke.

(whimpering)

- He was on me.

I tried to kick him off.

I tried, but I couldn't.

(crying)

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

Is he alive?

- Help me with the body.

- What are you talking about?

- We've gotta get

rid of the body

and get the hell out of here.

- I think we should report this.

Take some pictures or something.

- Of my bolt sticking

out of his chest?

No way.

- No.

We get to the police,

and we report these guys.

- Report what?

That some inbred swamp rats were

messing with tourist

girls out in the woods?

We're the outsiders here.

They're not gonna

put me in jail.

They're gonna put me under it.

And, they just may

decide you're going too.

This swamp creep

was gonna kill Kat

while his friend raped Brooke.

And, you're worried

about justice?

He got his justice.

He came from the swamp.

And, I say we put him back in.

Feed him to the gators.

- It's not up to us, Angie.

- No?

Then, what is up to us, Megan?

They've made all the rules.

And, they take what they want.

They take what they want,

and they take who they want.

And, if those are the rules,

those are the rules.

- Would you listen to

what you're saying?

We can't do this.

- Look.

There is a right

way and a wrong way.

And, they chose the way.

Now, there's only one way, okay?

We get rid of the body.

And, we get the hell

out of here now.

- She's right.

- What?

- Angie's right.

- Kat?

- What Megan?

They've seen us.

And, they sure as hell

know we've seen them.

You think they're just gonna

let us waltz out of here?

Not gonna happen.

We sink his ass,

and we go home.

- These guys,

they'll do whatever it

takes to protect each other.

They'll cover for each other.

That's what they do.

We know that.

I think we should

do the same thing.

We have to protect each other.

- She's right.

- Meg, come on.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Grab his legs.

Alright.

Let's roll him in.

- Hey.

Do you think we

should get the shotgun

and put it in with him?

- No, let's keep it.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- What if we get caught with it?

- Look.

We're not gonna take a freaking

vote on everything we do.

Now, I got us in here.

I'm gonna get us out.

Okay, but you guys

have to trust me.

Now, check his pockets.

- What?

I've never seen a man killed

in front of me before.

He was a human being.

- No, he wasn't.

(groaning)

- Maybe we should say

something over him.

- Big mistake.

Let's go.

(daring music)

- Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Hurry.

- Angie, the gun.

Get the gun.

(daring music)

- [Tuck] Damn

b*tches killed Bubba.

- [Bear] Let's get my gun.

It's our turn.

(wildlife noises)

- What are we gonna do?

- Back to camp.

Just keep going.

- [Tuck] They headed in deeper.

Let's start from the bottom.

Gator's stink as sh*t.

- [Bear] Gonna be some

fun before we kill them.

- Jesus.

It all looks the same.

Are we getting anywhere?

- We just gotta keep going.

- I'll take the lead.

(thunder)

(thunder)

- [Tuck] Tell you what.

I'm gonna get what I got coming

from that sweet little blonde.

- Let's cut 'em off.

- Is this the right way?

- Yeah.

- Where's the camp?

- I can smell 'em.

- [Brooke] Where are we?

- [Angie] We're gonna

be okay, Brooke.

- Let's move.

We're starting to

lose the light.

- [Bear] They ought to be

right around here by now, Tuck.

- [Tuck] Damn.

Slow and weak as they are,

we probably beat 'em.

- [Bear] You hear something?

- Take this.

In case we get separated.

- I don't think I

can use that thing.

- Take it!

Let's go.

- [Brooke] Yeah,

you guys, come on.

- [Bear] I'm starting with

the b*tch who killed Bubba.

Watch this.

Time for some fun.

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