Hatchet II

- I got you.

- No, no, no, no.

I got you.

I got you.

Okay, it's okay.

Okay.

Oh, god.

It's... it's okay.

- Oh, god.

- Come on.

Oh, god.

There you go.

They're all dead.

He killed them all.

I can't figure you people out.

Honey lsland Swamp has been closed

for decades and for good reason.

But every now and then, some stupid

son-of-a-b*tch thinks he knows better.

I knew.

Let me guess,

you don't believe in ghosts.

You think Victor Crowley

is a legend.

I went in there to find my family, my...

My brother and my father.

He killed them all.

What the hell were they doing in there?

Night fishing.

My daddy was a gator hunter.

He and my brother started

pulling in twice their load

once they start to hunt

away from everybody else.

We needed the money

after my momma passed away.

Oh, god.

Now I'm all alone.

Your daddy should have known better.

Hell, every hunter from around here

knows not to go in that damn swamp.

I was telling 'em, I say,

"Stay the hell out!"

Well, they all call me crazy.

They think I'm sick in the head.

Here, you drink this.

It's nice and warm.

First things first.

We gotta find out wherever it is

you're living and get you there.

We're gonna get you a doctor.

I think I should go to the police.

The police?

What, and fill out

one of the missing reports,

like the hundreds of others

filled out in this area?

You'll never hear back from them.

But I know where their bodies are.

Yeah, right.

Those big city cops are

hightailing down here

and-and-and they'll find all that

evidence before the wildlife eats it.

What am I supposed to do?

Never come back this way again.

Hell, you're a lucky girl.

You got out of there alive

and with all your pieces!

Look, miss,

what... what's your name?

Marybeth.

Marybeth Dunston.

Holy Christ, your Samson's kid.

Yes.

Get out!

- What?

- Get out of my house right now!

Get out, now!

You knew my daddy?

No.

But I know what your daddy did

and I want nothing to do with it.

I keep myself to myself,

and that ghost leaves me be.

But I can't have

nothing to do with you.

Get out!

But how am I supposed to get home?

Out that door is Lodge Road.

You take it a half a mile down,

you're gonna find a gas station,

you get a ride from there,

but I can't have nothing to do with you.

Get out!

I... but I... I don't understand.

You get out of my house,

Marybeth Dunston.

What's going on?

You want answers,

you go see Reverend Zombie.

Now, miss,

you get far, far away from here

or I swear to God

I will shoot you dead.

I didn't do nothing wrong.

I didn't know who she was.

It don't count.

All right, let's take a look

at tonight's haul.

What do we got here?

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's it.

Play.

Man

Let's see something.

It's show time, huh?

- Whoo!

- There you go.

- Wait. Is this gonna be on

Bayou Beavers?

Score.

MAN:

Let's see what you can do.

Good, 'cause

I want my daddy to see this.

Whoo!

F*** you, Dad!

I hope that you're watching this...

Oh, yeah.

...because you love Danielle

more than me

and I hope that Bill at the office--

MAN:

Roll back, relax a little bit

maybe show us the other side

of Cindy--there we go.

Oh, you look fantastic.

Really nice.

Really nice.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

MAN:

No, you don't know me.

- Maybe put your hair up in a--

- No, no! I know you.

You're-you're my History teacher

from fifth grade.

- Oh, no.

- Mr. Barrett.

- I'm Mr. Shapiro

- Yeah--

MAN:

Hey, where are you going?

Mister, leave me alone.

MAN Come on.

Why don't you to lift up that shirt.

Let's see what you got

going on under there.

Dude, I'm 14.

Oh, that ain't right.

MAN:

Good, good.

Okay, when I say action,

you girls drop the towels and, uh,

start washing each other.

Yeah, no.

MAN:

Okay, girls. Drop the towels.

Drop the towels.

Touch Walking Hepatitis over here?

I'll pass.

Well, at least I'm not a hermaphrodite.

Hermaphrodite,

big word of the day for you.

What is a hermaphrodite, darling?

Why would I tell you

if I just said it?

Of course, I knew what it is.

- You probably don't know what it is.

- Well, why don't you go ahead and explain it?

Why would I need to explain it?

You probably don't even know what it is.

Why don't we do it

on the count of three together?

- Fine.

- Okay?

One, two, three.

Aperson who has a

penis and a vagina.

Ew.

I didn't do nothin'!

I didn't even know

who that girl was!

What do you want?

Hi.

Um, I need to talk to you

about something?

Come back some other time.

I'm busy

When?

Next month.

No.

I need to talk to you.

Now.

All right, all right.

Come in. Come in.

This better be important.

I'm a busy guy.

Jack Cracker sent me.

What?

We're so scared,

it was terrifying.

I'm never going skiing again.

That old whackjob?

So what do you need from me?

Everybody's dead.

Last night in Honey lsland Swamp--

Honey lsland Swamp.

Were you on that tour?

Yeah.

And how did you know?

What happened?

The boat driver was an idiot.

He got us stuck,

and Crowley massacred everybody.

But I got away.

Shaun, the boat driver,

is he dead?

You knew him?

Shoo!

He worked for me.

That was one of my boats.

I don't understand.

Shut up.

No one's been able to run tours

out of this swamp for years,

not since I've had this shop.

Ever.

Not me, not anybody.

So I was forced to run tours at the

back door of one of my other shops.

Times are tough

and money is money.

You sound just like my daddy.

Who's yourfather?

Samson Dunston.

Samson Dunston.

Samson Dunston's kid?

Yes.

Well, how is old Samson doing?

He's dead.

Grace.

Crowley got him

and my brothertoo,

and then Jack Cracker

freaked out on me.

Practically shot me when

he found out who I was.

He said that you would be able

to tell me what my daddy did.

Samson Dunston.

- Samson Dunston's gone.

- Please.

What do you know?

Same thing that

everybody else whispers

about these backwoods,

I suppose.

Only I was around when

it actually happened.

When what happened?

A long time ago

before you were born

when I wasjust a boy.

There was a man named

Thomas Crowley.

He lived out there in

Honey lsland Swamp

with his wife Shyann.

They lived alone.

No kids, just the two of them.

Shyann was sick,

some sort of stomach cancer

eating her up slowly

and gradually taking its time.

Now the way I always heard it

Shyann had a nurse named Lena

a beautiful Cajun woman who

would come by to tend to her.

And over the long months

of Shyann's passing,

Thomas and Lena got closer.

Too close.

Call Thomas Crowley a cheat,

call him an infidel,

but given the circumstances,

the entire situation was

nothing but sad and tragic.

With his wife as good as dead

for so many years,

it was only a matter of time until the

pain and suffering of his own emotions

needed to be addressed.

It took almost a year of Thomas

and Lena carrying on in secret

before the day came when Shyann

finally found peace from her suffering.

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