Hatchet III Page #3

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Do we know if the

attacker is still in the area?

Well, we have to

assume so, yeah.

But, uh, guys, I want you

all armed and at the ready.

We got no idea what

we're dealing with here

so let's be prepared

for anything, okay?

Is the attacker armed?

Definitely, but we just

don't know with what.

I'll take it from here,

Sheriff.

Officer Hawes,

Louisiana State SWAT.

Uh, nice to meet you, sir,

but actually these are

my men and, uh-sir&

All right, everybody,

listen up.

You will give one

verbal warning

and then you will

shoot to kill.

Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.

Let's stay together

and move out.

Son of a b*tch!

What have you got in

there nuclear warhead?

but I brought about every other

toy I could get my hands on.

You don't f*** around.

Mikaela Dougherty.

Cory Schneiderman.

It's a pleasure.

You're planning on

taking out a T-Rex tonight?

You do know where

we are, right?

Smelly swamp?

This is his swamp.

Victor Crowley.

I'm sorry.

I'm new here.

I just transferred

from Arizona.

Who's Victor Crowley?

there's this little boy who

was born deformed and he-

Come on, let's go,

dipshit.

That guy's such a

f***ing a**hole!

I'll tell you

about it later.

The NRA would be proud.

I'm a member.

Can you please take

these cuffs off of me?

Absolutely not.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I'll lose my job on this.

locked up in the back

of this f***ing car?

Will you please shut up?

How far is Ozona?

Ozona?

It's up there, uh,

11 freeway

on the other side

of Nicholson.

What-what?

What's in Ozona?

Ozona is nowhere near

Honey Island Swamp.

We need to get to Ozona

is what we need to do.

And for the last time,

it's Miss Perlman,

Elliot, okay?

Just, you know,

call me Amanda.

Do that. Amanda.

I thought you were

Sheriff Fowler's wife.

I need to call Sheriff and

let him know what we're doing.

No, you absolutely

do not.

Not yet.

Do you understand how much

trouble my ass is gonna be in?

I'll tell you what,

get me to Ozona

and then you can call Louis

and tell him we're on our way.

Deal?

What is in Ozona?

Thomas Crowley.

Thomas Crowley?

Thomas Crow-

if he were alive,

wouldn't he be like,

300 f***ing years

old by now?

He's dead.

So what are we

gonna do dig him up?

Not exactly.

Tell me about the suspect.

Well, she turned

herself in this morning.

She was covered in

someone else's blood

holding a shotgun.

Did she give a confession?

She kept carrying on

about some local legend

named Victor Crowley.

Hmm.

Yeah, I'm familiar.

when your men made a

distress call, correct?

But my guess is it's one of

these Crowley impersonators,

who's heard the ghost story

one time too many.

But she's clearly

part of it though.

Yeah, well, I'll be

the judge of that.

I suppose if anybody's

a Crowley expert

that would be you, right?

I mean your wife is

Amanda Fowler, correct?

Ah, ex.

She's my ex-wife.

I've got a few of

those myself.

Yeah, it's complicated.

I thought she and I, we just

clicked so good, you know.

But then I don't know-

I was just making

small talk, Sheriff.

I really don't wanna

hear about your divorce.

No offense.

So, uh,

when did you transfer?

About a month ago.

So far so good, though,

Mardi Gras has been a trip.

F***ing Mardi Gras.

It's the worst time of

the year for all of us.

Everyone flocks to

Bourbon Street thinking

it's gonna be like one of

those Bayou beaver DVDs

and instead they get two

for 60-year-old women

flashing their sagging

pancake-

Just a bird.

You're really

freaked out, huh?

Yes, I'm really freaked out.

There's a reason this

swamp is condemned

and closed off

to the public.

Enough people disappear,

enough bodies pile up

and eventually you

can't help but believe

there's some truth to

the ghost stories

you hear around here.

and I'm already a believer.

I'll tell you that much.

Hey, I get it.

I believe in ghost too.

I swear I saw one in my bedroom

when I was six years old

but it just smiled at

me and walked out.

It wasn't scary, kinda

peaceful and comforting.

This isn't Casper

the Friendly Ghost.

'Cause Casper doesn't tear you

in half with his bare hands.

F***ing Christ.

Do you still believe

in friendly ghost?

What the hell did this?

What's that?

God, we're f***ed.

We're f***ed.

Someone shut

Schneiderman the hell up.

It's a good thing you

got that girl in custody,

huh, Sheriff?

I'm trying to reach the

person we're going to see.

See if he's home.

Who are we going to see?

His name is Abbott McMullen.

Um, I did a bunch of interviews

with him a couple of years back.

My original Crowley piece.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Why are you stopping, Elliot?

Ol' man McMullen?

Abbott McCrazy.

Yeah, your point is?

We are in some serious

sh*t here, Amanda.

We have friends

in that swamp

that are seriously injured,

if not dead.

And I just took our prime

suspect out of jail

against the law.

And against my

better judgment.

And now you have me out here

on some wild goose chase

chasing I don't know what

with a more morbid version

of Wednesday Addams

who could possibly be

a psycho killer.

Yeah,

I'm sitting right here.

No offense.

None taken.

A**hole.

Hey, I'm still an

officer of the law

so watch your mouth

before I add

a few more charges

to your list.

Oh, can me telling you

to go fist your own ass

be another one

of them charges?

Okay, see, that's it.

Okay.

No, no, no.

Abbott McMullen is the

only living relative

of Thomas Crowley.

Thomas Crowley is

his great uncle.

He has Thomas Crowley

on his mantle in an urn.

The only way to give the ghost

of Victor Crowley peace

is to finally give

him what he wants.

If that's true, then why

didn't you just bring him

Thomas Crowley's

ashes years ago?

Only the person

responsible for his death

can finally deliver what

it is he's looking for.

I tried to have this

conversation

and he pulled a gun on me and

told me to go f*** myself.

Classy family.

Go f*** yourself.

Look, I know how

insane this sounds,

but until somebody

has a better idea,

this is the only

option we got.

So I suggest we

stop the fighting,

and we try to put an end

to this once and for all.

Louis is out in that swamp,

your best friend,

my husband.

You mean your

ex-husband, right?

Just drive.

Please.

I hate to break it

to you again, lady,

but my father is dead.

He sure is,

but you're not.

No way one person

did all of this.

Can you stop dancing around

what's really going on here?

Shut up, Schneiderman.

With all due respect, whether

you wanna believe it or not,

this is Victor Crowley

written all f***ing over.

Control your deputy,

Sergeant.

Schneiderman, stand down.

Are you kidding me?

These are somebody's balls.

Balls are not supposed to

be hanging from trees

yet I'm finding myself looking

at f***ing balls, sir.

That guy knows what's up.

We need to get the

f*** out of here

and call the national

f***ing guard or some sh*t

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