Hatchet III

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Sh*t.

I should have gone

on a swamp tour.

I know. I swear he's

gotta have a meth lab...

I don't know what else

to tell ya, Hamilton.

Just get the neighbor

to quiet down.

Look, we've got

every major drunk

from Mardi Gras

down here.

There's no room.

He tried to give me

a speeding ticket.

Just make it happen.

Yes, sir.

How are we doing, Winslow?

Morning, Sheriff.

Well, New Orleans PD

sent us another handful

to hold overnight

and Hamilton is out

at Sable Ranch.

Again?

All in all,

not that bad a year.

Honestly,

not bad at all.

Oh, she's got a gun!

I killed him.

Drop the gun, now!

Get on the floor, now!

Arms up.

On the floor!

Spread 'em!

Wait, she has

something in her hand.

What is it?

Oh, god!

It's a f***ing scalp.

Who-Who'd you kill?

They're all dead.

Who's dead?

Honey Island Swamp.

I need an available

boat unit

out to Honey Island

Swamp now.

Hamilton, are you there?

I killed him.

I killed him.

Any injuries?

Nothing noticeable, sir.

Are you trying to tell me

that none of that

blood is hers?

How many bodies did

you say there were?

Twenty, thirty.

And you're the

only one who made it?

Just a few scratches?

No major injuries, huh?

You see how this could look

just a tiny bit suspicious,

don't you?

there is no answer at

the Dunston house.

Try again.

I have.

Five times.

Well then get in your car

and drive over there,

Deputy Elbert.

Yes, sir.

I'm on it.

Nobody's home.

Crowley killed them all.

Enough about Victor Crowley.

We know who

Victor Crowley is.

And we also know

what reality is.

So, let me see if

I got this straight.

You suspected Victor Crowley of

killing your father and your&?

- Brother.

- Brother, right.

So you jumped in a

swamp tour boat,

an illegal swamp

tour boat,

and headed back out

into the swamp

armed with nothing

but a handgun.

A ghost wiped out

everyone in front of you.

You found out that

your family was dead

and you barely escape

with your life.

But then the next night,

you go back out into

that same swamp,

chase that same

damn ghost

and you bring more

people with you?

Now why would you do

something like that?

That has to be the

stupidest story

and some of the most

idiotic and contrived

decision making

I've ever heard.

I am telling you the truth.

I don't think you realize

the kind of deep sh*t

you're in, little girl!

You come into a goddamn

police station

covered in someone else's

blood, head to toe,

you're carrying a weapon

and a piece of somebody's

f***ing head!

And the best you got

for me for an alibi

is some kind of

urban legend?

Hey!

I am talking to you.

Let me tell you something.

You go up in front

of the judge

you better come up with a

better excuse than what's-

- Sheriff, come in.

- Yeah, I'm here.

Sir, it's, uh&

What is it, Hamilton?

Spit it out!

It's a f***ing massacre

out here, sir.

I mean, we've only

covered about 40 yards

and we already come up

with four bodies.

I mean, I mean&

Jesus, they don't even

have faces, Louis.

Look, we're gonna have to call

in every goddamn paramedic

in the state and a full

recovery team right away.

We're talking about DNA

and dental records level

sh*t out here, man.

Sh*t, they're going to

have only teeth though.

Uh, we got a girl in custody.

Uh,

I'm on my way.

Uh, we're gonna call

in state, Sheriff.

we're dealing with

down here.

Sh*t, we keep finding

pieces everywhere.

I said,

I am on my way, Deputy.

Sir, do you want me to go?

Get the fire and paramedics

out there right away.

I'm on it.

This is Deputy Winslow.

I need all available...

These dead bodies

ain't finding themselves.

Come on now.

Double time.

an official comment till there's

been a full investigation

I'll probably gonna be

out there all day-what?

Sheriff, I think you

have a, uh-

Sh*t.

Hi, Louis.

- Okay, seriously-

- I need this.

I need this, Louis.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Oh, come on.

Multiple bodies,

Honey Island Swamp,

girl in custody.

That is police business,

okay?

Oh, this has Victor Crowley

written all over it.

Are you out of your mind?

Please let me on that scene.

Let me cover this story.

Get in line.

I've been a punch line

on the media blacklist

for my Crowley study.

This is an opportunity

for me.

Crowley study?

Is that what you're

calling it right now?

I thought it was

more like, uh,

obsessive sensationalism.

Now, you just listen here.

I want it.

I would like to

have the access.

Please, let me

break this story.

Please, Louis.

all we know is there's

a possible murder

outside of Jefferson Parish.

No further comment.

I heard massacre.

I heard unidentified

bodies in pieces.

- Jesus H Christ Amandai,

- Faces missing?

that is a police frequency.

Stay off of it.

I have First Amendment

rights, Louis.

Come on.

Let me work on this story.

Give me a chance here.

It's me.

So, how's Arwin?

No worms or fleas or since

she's been living with me.

Well, maybe a vulture

picked them off.

Sheriff, sheriff, sheriff.

Come on, guys,

I can't.

Not today, please.

Come on.

Give us any information

at all, please.

Blood suckers.

Sheriff, come on.

Something.

Hey, Elliot.

How you doing?

Not today, Mrs. Fowler.

Well actually it's

Miss Perlman now.

Well, you'll always be

Mrs. Fowler to me.

And it's deputy now.

That's nice.

How's Adrianne?

We broke up... 2005.

Oh.

So, where's the suspect?

That's none of your concern.

Really?

'Cause I'm about

to post her bail.

All right, people, we're gonna

have to split up the recovery

search a few more miles.

Hyde keeps finding pieces.

Which way?

They keep popping up

everywhere.

Right.

Where the hell

are the paramedics?

Always the

last one on the scene,

you know that.

Speak of the devils, huh?

You Hamilton?

Yeah, that's me.

Jim Duffy.

You in charge?

but, uh, Sheriff Fowler

from Jefferson Parish

He's a little tied up

with the press.

F***ing maggots?

You're telling me.

So what are we

talking about here?

Three bodies, six?

Sh*t, try 20 or 30.

What the f*** happened?

Well, it's all under

investigation but, uh,

we do have a girl

in custody.

A girl?

You guys think

a girl did this?

Sh*t yeah.

We got good reason too.

You guys don't tell

us how to do our job;

we won't tell you

how you suck at yours.

let's start gathering the

bodies over here.

Bob, Randy,

bag and tag.

Andrew, come with me.

What happened?

Some people died

and made a mess.

Barney Fife back there,

he says they got a

girl in custody.

- A girl?

- Yeah.

We're not gonna be out

here all night, are we?

How the f*** do I know,

Andrew.

What? Are you scared

or something?

You know where we are,

right?

Be a man.

Have a Twinkie.

What girl did that?

Humph.

You're awake.

I'm Amanda Perlman.

I- I tried to post your bail

but you have to go

before a judge for that

and there's no

bail set, so...

I'm sort of the local expert

on the Victor Crowley legend.

Had a big splashy

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