Hatchet III Page #4

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- before we all end up&

- Shut your f***ing mouth.

This whole thing could

be some sort of a joke.

A sick, perverse

practical f***ing joke.

That doesn't look

like a joke to me.

My deputy is right.

I'm calling in the military

and we're leaving.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Andrew.

I'm what's left of the

first response team, sir.

Look, we got to get the

f*** outta here right now.

Thank God,

you guys showed up.

Why don't you tell me

what happened then?

W- What happened?

F***ing Victor Crowley

happened that's what.

Look around!

Then why are you still here?

I hid underneath someone

else's body I found over there.

All right? He massacred

everyone in minutes!

And you didn't fight back?

No, I didn't fight back!

And that's the only reason

those aren't my balls

hanging from that tree!

Okay, please!

Please, we need to leave

right this second.

This is Sheriff Fowler,

Jefferson Parish.

I'm trying to reach

Colonel Mesco,

Louisiana National Guard.

Repeat that,

Sheriff Fowler?

We got a sit-

Cancel that request.

Copy that.

This is SWAT Leader Tyler Hawes.

The situation's under control.

Cancel that request.

What's your 20,

Officer Hawes?

Do not answer that.

All right, everyone,

listen up.

I will not,

and I repeat, not

be losing my job by calling

the f***in' military

until I figure out

what exactly

is f***in' going on here.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

I- Is this guy kidding?

F*** this sh*t!

Your ego is putting

all of us in danger.

F***in' fire me.

I don't care.

I'm leaving.

Officer Schneiderman,

are you aware of

the consequences

for fleeing the

scene of a murder?

Yup, but at least

I'll be alive.

Don't do it, deputy.

Calm down!

What are you?

Are you scared?

Yes!

Yes, I'm f***in' scared!

How the f*** are

you not scared?!

He's like a tank.

No matter how many

bullets he took,

he just kept getting

back up and coming.

If we don't leave

right this second,

nobody's gonna be

alive tomorrow.

Where is he?

I don't know!

I've been playing dead

a- and hiding

until you guys showed up!

Last I heard w-was screaming

coming from & over there.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your-

Go check it out.

We got him.

Good job, fucktards.

Oh, my god!

Hide!

Hide, hide, hide!

Move.

Move, move.

Go!

Guys, guys, guys,

check this out.

Who wants in on this?

No.

No, no.

Hey, lights down.

Stop.

This is not a good

place t-to hide.

Um, I-I think he

lives here so-

Bushes over here.

Hey, you?

You wanna hide in the bush?

I'm so gonna f***in' die.

I'm so gonna f***in' die.

Shut your f***in' mouth!

Stop, guys!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

Louis, Louis, Louis.

Stop, stop!

Stop the fire!

Stop!

Help me!

Louis! Louis!

No. No.

Help.

Help me!

No.

Move your head!

Help me! Can you-

Oh no!

Move back! Move back,

move back, move back!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

Fire!

Help me!

Help!

What the-what the f***!

Get down!

No!

Let's do this,

you little b*tch.

Oh!

Whoa.

Oh, f*** this!

Schneiderman!

Hey!

- You're gonna kill him!

- He's already dead!

The guy was a real

f***in' dick anyways.

Running around in your

f***in' overalls

killing everybody

I f***in' know.

Oh, my god, please!

Please, God!

Please stop!

I'll give you

your f***in' daddy,

you deformed douche.

Sorry, Rick.

Eat this, motherf***er!

Woo!

Yeah!

Woo!

Now that's how you

take a b*tch out!

Run!

Come on,

back to the boat!

Come on!

Get up!

Oh, dammit!

Oh my god!

F*** you!

F*** you!

This is it?

I spent two days interviewing

Abbott McMullen

for my Crowley story.

You never quite get the

smell out of your sinuses.

And you think he's just

gonna hand over the ashes

of Thomas Crowley to you?

No, but he'll hand

them over to you.

Wait&what?

Stay here.

Where the f***

am I gonna go?

Amanda, this is crazy!

You can't do this!

you can personally haul

my little ass to jail.

'Cause this is the

last chance we've got

to bring this to an end.

How?

That girl is Samson

Dunston's bloodline.

Hi, Mr. McMullen.

Remember me?

Who are you?

I'm Amanda Fowler.

From the paper?

Yes, sir.

I ought to shoot you dead

for waking me up at

this crazy hour.

It's the middle of the

night for Chrissakes!

It's 8:
45.

Well, that's what I said!

Who is the colored?

Who's the-

Deputy Winslow,

Jefferson Parish.

And you do know that the

whole Civil Rights thing

did take place,

just FYI.

I didn't do nothing

to that little girl.

There ain't no crime

in looking.

I'm sure you didn't.

Not a nice tolerant

man such as yourself.

This here is harassment.

I'll have your job.

After tonight, yeah,

you just might have my job.

Mr. McMullen, we just wanted

to visit with you about

a matter of extreme urgency.

What?

Was there a fire?

She's fine, she's fine.

Um, we just wanted to

have a minute of your time,

just a minute.

Well, all I got's a minute.

Got a lot of irons in

the fire, you know?

Oh, yes, I know.

I know that.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

And don't you try

to steal nothing.

I got eyes in the

front of my head.

Why don't you just offer

me some fried chicken

and watermelon

while you're at it?

I ain't got no food.

It was a joke.

You mumble.

I can't understand you people.

You-forget it.

What?

Forget it!

F*ggot?!

I ain't no f*ggot.

Well, come on in.

If you're here to talk

about Victor Crowley again,

I told you everything

I had to say yesterday.

Well, actually, Abbot,

that was 10 years ago.

What?

Speak up!

I- I'm not here to talk

about Victor Crowley.

Well, then what the

hell do you want?

We are here on

official police business.

You've got a piece

of evidence

that is part of our

investigation.

We wanted to borrow it

and then bring it

right back to ya.

And where is your warrant?

You're not under arrest.

It's okay.

You're not in any kind of

trouble, Mr. McMullen.

We just want to borrow

an item from you

and return it to you briefly.

You know you mumble

too much.

I can't even understand you.

Oh, you know, um,

when last we spoke

you told me that these are

Thomas Crowley's ashes.

Isn't that right?

No.

Them's my uncle's ashes.

That's right.

These are your uncle's ashes.

What the hell you doing,

you little harlot?

I am just gonna borrow

these for a little bit.

We're gonna bring

him right back.

Oh, oh,

over my dead body!

Mr. Mullin,

I'm afraid I must insist.

I'll bring your uncle's

ashes back to you personally.

What the hell do you want

with my uncle's ashes anyway?

I'm taking these as evidence.

This is part of a

police investigation.

- Show him my badge?

- Show your badge.

It's official

police business, sir.

That's right.

Who did you rob this from?

Who did I-

You know, that's it.

I'm through.

I'm done.

Abbott, I promise we'll

be bringing him back.

We'll be bringing

him right back.

I said over my dead body.

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