Hatchet II Page #3

Why do you call him that?

His name is Clive Washington

for Christ's sake.

The only thing he's reverend of

is being an a**hole.

Did you know that

Victor Crowley was real?

- He's not real.

- I saw him.

He murdered everyone

in front of me.

Let the police handle this.

- First things--

- No!

So you think that I'm lying?

Let's take a ride.

We can go to the hospital and

you can tell the cops all about it.

I'm going back to the swamp

with Reverend Zombie.

Over my dead body are you

going to that god damn swamp.

Now you listen to me,

young lady.

With yourfather gone,

I'm responsible for you now

and I absolutely forbid you

to have anything to do with

him or that swamp!

He suggested

that I bring you along.

- He did, didn't he?

- Mm-hmm.

Come with me.

You'll see Victor Crowley is real.

Let's take a ride.

Can we wait?

Please.

I will go to the police.

I will do whatever it is that

you think that we need to do.

I just... I just really

need to be alone for a bit.

Come on.

Please.

Please, Uncle Bob,

just a few hours.

All right,

I'll be back in an hour.

I'll call the police myself.

- Get to the bottom of this.

- Okay.

Marybeth,

please promise me you'll stay

away from Reverend Zombie.

I promise.

Ah-ha, come on in.

I see you!

Welcome to Reverend Zombie's

House of Voodoo.

Grab a complimentary Chips Ahoy

and take a seat.

Hurry.

S'il vous plait.

The meeting is about to start.

Yes. Ha-ha.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Welcome to the House of Voodoo.

Take a seat and don't forget

we have a sale on charms and

potions today only.

Drop the phony accent, a**hole.

I ain't no god damn tourist.

Chips Ahoy?

F*** off.

Hey.

Ah, he-hey, uh, did you wanna

get on the mailing list?

Um, you can just

gimme your number, I mean.

I mean you don't have to

gimme but you...

Slut.

Layton?

Oh, my god,

I didn't expect to see you here.

Come on, Avery.

What?

What are you doing here?

They said 500 bucks.

Why not?

Okay, so this is how

we say hello now?

Please.

Your phone don't get

messages anymore either?

You know why I'm here?

I need the $500

to help pay for my wedding.

My wedding, Avery.

I am not getting

into this with you.

I'm single.

Ho, ho, ho.

Tres bein, tres bein!

Welcome.

All right, everyone.

Thanks or as the French say,

merci for coming down here

on such short notice.

I know you are all busy people.

Yes?

Hey, man,

what's the deal with cookies?

Is it just like one each or could

we get some more or what's up?

I have more cookies but first,

can we, uh...

Okay, so do we get them now

or like after the meeting?

Or... what's the time stamp

on them cookies there?

Fine.

There it is.

Bon apptit.

Good afternoon, everybody.

Good to see so many friends

with familiar faces here today.

John.

Cleatus.

Trent.

I brought y'all here today to make

you an offer, to offer you ajob.

It's a quick gig.

We do it tonight.

And for those of you thatjoin me,

there's $500 in it for you.

And I assume the money

will be in cash?

Not that any of us here

don't trust a check from you,

it's that we really want

to get the money.

ln cash,

when thejob is done.

Last night, I lost one of my tour

boats out there in that swamp,

so I'm putting together a

group of sorts to go in there,

retrieve my boat, and in addition,

go on a little night hunt.

Why do you need

this many people to find a boat?

If you stop interrupting me,

I'll tell you.

Now, of course, I'm not offering you

y'all $500 just to retrieve a boat.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

There's more to it

and it could be dangerous.

Hey man, do y'all got any milk?

- What?

- Milk, man.

Milk forthe cookies, man.

Milk. Milk?

No milk.

We're going to

Honey lsland swamp.

Honey lsland's closed.

We can't even go in there.

I know that.

That's why I'm offering y'all $500,

and in addition, I'm willing to

take on full legal responsibility

in case there'll be any trouble

with the authorities.

So it won't be any risk

to any of y'all.

What exactly are we gonna be hunting?

I'm getting to that.

As you know that swamp has been closed

and condemned for too many years,

and it's been crippling my tourism business

and it's been stopping those of you

who make your living hunting

an entire area rich with wildlife.

So I'm proposing we put a little hunt,

go in there and prove once and

for all that there's nothing to fear.

What are we hunting?

Victor Crowley.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute.

Now hold on, now.

Hold on!

Now, listen to me.

Listen to me.

Now if there really is some

maniac living up there,

we just go in there, take them down

and make the area safe again.

All right, now,

y'all know that's just a story

so we go in there and put an end

to all this swamp water stupidity.

Not I.

Now, now, now, now.

Come on. Come on, everyone...

Hey, come on now, big guy.

Trent, where you going?

You scared of something?

You know I ain't scared of nothing,

but I ain't about to go

messing around in that swamp

with a crew of stomp-jumping

pecker woods for no 500 bucks.

Hey, I need you, all right?

Now you're the best shot around here.

You know that.

That's why I called for you.

I ain't riskin' my hide

for 500 stinking dollars.

Five hundred dollars up front

just for you.

Clive, you know my history.

I don't want no more trouble.

I also know that after your last DUl,

Joan left you, took the house,

half of everything you have,

hanging on a hook.

That ain't the history I'm talking about.

One thousand dollars cash,

$500 right now up front,

$500 in the morning.

One night and we'll all

be together, huh?

Anything bad goes down, we...

leave.

Hmm?

Yeah.

May I help you?

Oh, you must be Marybeth's uncle.

I'm Reverend Zombie.

I was a friend of Samson,

but you and I never officially met.

I don't care to know you.

I'm here to look after

the young lady.

I'm sorry.

I... I just need--

I'll do this with you if... if it's what

you need to do right now,

I'll do it with you.

But then we gather up your father

and your brother and we come back here.

No more of this Victor Crowley sh*t.

You gotta listen to me.

You can't leave my side,

you can't leave my sight,

and when I say it's time to go,

we leave.

Thank you.

Hey, man.

Who's Victor Crowley?

Well, he's nothing,

a local boogeyman story about a

retarded maniac who haunts Honey lsland.

Peoplejust use it to keep kids

away from the swamp.

You mean like a Jason Voorhees

or something?

Something like that.

When I was eight,

I lived in this town called Glen Echo.

- Our ghost story is about this

man named Leslie Vernon--

- Shh.

Now that we've weeded out

the gullible, the cowards,

I could finish my offer.

Five hundred dollars

just forjoining me forthe night,

bringing back my boat.

Five thousand dollars for

the head of Victor Crowley.

Yeah, but how are we suppose to know

if we found him if he's not a real dude?

If you find him,

then you'll know.

God damn, would you look

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