Death Hunt Page #3

You're the one who's crazy.

You don't look like a madman.

You look like a mountie.

Johnson, we've got a

bad situation out here.

The dead body over there...

...probably has your bullet in him.

I have a pretty fair idea

what happened out here.

Then leave me be.

I just can't do that.

I have to take you in

and clear this up.

That's the law. I can't change it.

To you, I'm just a name on

a form you have to fill out.

I have a bunch of savages out here

just aching to splatter you

all over the place.

They don't want your side at all..

Now, if you don't come in with me,

that's all the excuse they'll need.

They'll either kill you...

...or get themselves killed tryin'.

I can't let that happen.

You can't stop it.

No, I can't.

Not without your help.

You come in wth me

and clear this up...

...I'll have you back

out here in 3 days.

I'll guarantee your safety

into town and back.

But if you don't come in...

Hold it!

Don't shoot!

Hold it!

You son of a b*tch!

You okay?

Yeah.

I can't leave without bringin' you in!

I hope you sons of b*tches

can finish what you started.

We gonna wait him out?

We'd run out of food

or freeze before he does.

He's got too much mud on

the cabin to burn him out.

He's cut firing slits

about a foot above the floor.

He'll be on his belly.

Shoot low.

Pass the word.

Shoot low.

Millen says shoot low - aim at the slits

above the ground. Pass the word.

Lewis. Shoot low.

He's on the cabin floor.

Pass it on.

Charlie, shoot low.

Pass it on.

Low. Shoot low.

Fire low, Deak. Fire low.

I'm gonna get his scalp!

- Go get him Charlie!

- Get 'em Charlie!

Break it in!

Welcome.

Holy sh*t! Let's get out of here!

I'll bury the guy!

Ahhh! I'm blind!

- Get down, Lewis!

- I'm blind!

Get down!

Jesus, I can't see!

Holy sh*t! Lay down!

- Big f***ing pig!

- Stupid bastard!

You haven't fired a shot!

Ow! Owww!

Sundog!

Step on the other spring!

Come on. Let's go.

We got to thaw out the dynamite, kid.

But not in the fire.

If you get popped and you drop that,

you know what happens.

Look at these hands.

Sure have a great pitcher's hands.

My mama, bless her soul...

...always said my hands

were the best part of me.

And your father said the best part

of you ran down your mama's leg.

Hope you can f***

better than you can play.

I cooked up some fish for you fellas.

What are you laughin' at?

I wasn't laughing.

I was just musing to myself.

Musing? Big, dumb sh*t.

I'll slice your tongue out.

Try it, a**hole. Try it!

I might!

Maybe Mr Johnson aught to know

about them pretty little teeth you got.

Maybe I'll go tell him.

No. Deak, please don't.

You a**hole.

(singing)

Well, I'll be damned.

Hell of a way for a man to die -

being blown up.

Yeah - be a good man

to have on your side.

Too bad we got to

kill the son of a b*tch.

Johnson would have given himself up

if he hadn't been guilty of something.

Guess I was wrong about him.

Most would have run

if they had the chance.

A piece of ground can be

mighty important to a man.

Sh*t!

Jesus, kid.

Alright, let's go.

(singing)

Follow him.

What's our job in this, Edgar?

Surround the cabin and

stay out of my way.

Let's go!

Come on, baby.

Blew him to Kingdom Come!

The light.

Yeah, right here.

Blew that son of a b*tch sky high!

We'll get his scalp this time!

Slow it down, boys.

Come on, slow it down!

Easy, now. Easy.

What the hell you talking about?

Goddamn!

Son of a b*tch!

Son of a b*tch!

He's gone.

He'll be heading North, up to

the snow in the Kruger Pass.

We'll need your dogs, Hazel.

And enough supplies to

stay out a couple of weeks.

Let's go!

Bring Ned and the bodies

back to town.

Can't be no normal man.

No, he's a killer.

Just a man.

Okay, let's go.

Maybe it was his ghost or something.

Huh, Deak?

Big dummy.

Come on, all you guys.

Move over. Get in the picture.

Move over there. Get over.

Would it make any

difference if I wait?

If I left now I'd never know

what it would have

been like with you.

I guess it's up to me, isn't it?

It's been a long time, now.

You're going to have to

kick me out of here, aren't you?

Yeah, right.

Ain't it about time to rest?!

No, it ain't. We got to

push until we drop.

Damn it!

Get away from my dog!

Well then, keep him

the hell away from me.

Cut that out, damn it!

Let's go!

He ain't too far away.

Come on. Atta boy.

Hold the dogs.

These tracks are strange.

The imprints are deeper in back.

What's that mean?

He's got his snowshoes

on backwards.

He's laying 2 sets of tracks for us.

The man is squirrely.

- He knows what he's doin'.

- Damn right.

He ain't runnin' yet. Let's go.

What do you mean, "He ain't runnin'"?

You see anything, Edgar?

Alright, grab my snowshoes.

Hazel.

Hazel.

That's a girl's name, isn't it?

The way I hear it told, Hazel's

mama didn't know if he was

a boy or girl 'till

he was about 15.

She didn't much care a few years

later when he turned vicious.

Yeah. Everyone up here is vicious.

Like my dog.

Ain't that right, Edgar?

Oh, that's right.

And you here.

You're real civilized.

We don't get many pretty

young white boys like you up here.

Only one thing you're good for.

Leave me alone, Hazel.

Son of a b*tch!

Stop it!

Well, well, well.

Look who just got uncivilized.

With my plane in the air and my

abilities as a flier, Albert Johnson...

Captain!

This way. Hold it.

...doesn't stand a chance.

I'm posting a $500 reward

for his capture!

My newspaper will match

that offer dollar for dollar!

That's $1,000 on the

head of Albert Johnson!

Let's go get him!

I hope that bastard

stays alive forever, eh?

Let's go!

It'll be bringing in supplies for us!

Where's Sergeant Millen?

You're looking at him.

I'm Captain Hank Tucker, RCAF.

I've come to bring

the fugitive to justice!

Where's headquarters?

Wherever I'm standin'.

As you can see, he was one of

the Americans' best trained men.

Special Intelligence squad in the war.

These pictures were

taken for security.

Yes, I read, Captain.

He ain't no rookie.

I don't have to remind you,

this is confidential information.

Who the hell we going to tell it to?

Volunteers will be arriving

in a couple of days.

Then send them back.

Excuse me, Sergeant?

You heard me.

I said send them back.

We don't need anymore

misfits up here.

They'll be up here anyway.

There's a $1000 bounty on Johnson.

Now, that's more like it.

Good God, Captain. How could you

let a thing like that happen?

We can use that manpower.

To assist me in cutting him off

before he gets in to that river chain.

You really don't know

what's going on, do you?

He's not headed

into the river chain.

He's going to zigzag his way up

the Sunshine Pass to Alaska.

That's impossible.

No one's going to make it through

Sunshine Pass this time of year.

Well, this one's going to try.

If he gets over that range, he's free.

And neither you nor your plane

can do anything about that.

- Will you just listen?

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