Hatchet III Page #5

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Well, then you

leave me no choice.

Go ahead, shoot me.

Go on, do it!

Shoot a defenseless old man.

Go on,

pull the trigger.

Abbott, I'm sorry but we are

leaving now with this urn.

Open the door!

Do it, shoot me!

Go on, do it.

Yeah,

I knew you's a coward.

You come barging

into my house

with some negro thief

claiming to be a cop.

F*** you!

F*** you!

I am a veteran.

I went all the way to Korea.

F***in' white people!

That's right, run, boy!

Pow!

Yeah, I gotcha.

Let's get the hell

outta here!

Is it-is it still

following us?

Come on.

Okay, he knocked

the wind out of me.

What are you doing?

No stopping!

Stopping,

stopping is very bad!

Who the hell was that?

Well, he was a paramedic.

Doesn't he work with you?

Yeah, but I-I

don't know his name.

Hey?

We gotta get back

to the boat.

You're going the

wrong way.

See?

F*** that guy!

Well, I-

You gotta be f***in'

kidding me.

You're Samson's bloodline.

You have to be the one to

give the ghost what it wants.

The f*** I do.

You can't bring me

back there!

We don't have a choice.

The one who caused

the ghost death

is the only one who

can make it right.

I had nothing to do

with this.

But your father did.

this is the only way

to make it right.

Why are you just coming

up with this plan tonight?

I told you I approached

your father years ago.

It didn't exactly

go over well.

And until you waltzed

into the police station

wearing Victor

Crowley's innards,

what proof did I have

that he was real?

- No!

- Stop!

- You're gonna get us killed!

- No! Stop it, Marybeth!

- Stop!

- You can't take me back!

Turn the f***in' car around.

You can't-

You have to go,

Marybeth!

- No!

- Only you!

Only you!

You're the one!

Oh, gee.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Come on, man,

let's go!

What's wrong with this one?

I don't have the keys.

What? Why?

I work with a bunch

of redneck racist.

They won't let me

drive anything.

Christ almighty, let's go!

F*** it.

Back in the ambulance.

Move it!

Sh*t!

This is Sheriff Fowler

of Jefferson Parish.

- This is Sheriff Fowler&

- F***!

This is Sheriff

Louis Fowler-

Goddamn it's dead!

Does that work?

- Yeah.

- Thank God.

This is Sheriff Fowler,

Jefferson Parish PD.

S- O-S, I repeat, S-O-S.

We are under attack

in Honey Island Swamp.

This is the National Guard's

frequency, Sheriff Fowler.

Did you say you

are under attack?

We need help immediately,

okay?

Listen, you gotta send military

assistance or something

as soon as possible, okay?

We're-we're pinned down here.

We got SWAT team

officers dead,

we've got f***in' half of

Louisiana police department

is dead.

Who's attacking you,

sheriff?

Victor Crowley.

Repeat that?

Crazed gunmen.

and-and they're firing

everything they've got.

We need military assistance.

You gotta send some kind

of chopper or something,

airlift us the

f*** out of here!

Understood, sheriff.

We are dispatching air

support immediately.

What are your coordinates?

I ain't got no f***in'

coordinates, you moron!

I'm in Honey Island

f***in' Swamp!

There's a six major league

f***in' police boats

that will be parked

alongside the shore.

That's where we'll be,

okay?

Pinned down in an

ambulance taking heavy fire!

We are on our way.

Hold tight.

Finally.

F***in' finally

somethin' goes right.

Wait.

Be quiet.

What?

He's gone.

Nobody move.

Maybe he gave up.

Even if he did,

nobody steps outside

this f***in' boat.

Nobody touches anything

without my say so.

Do you understand me?

Sounds good.

We're staying put till the

National Guard gets here.

Randy.

That guy's name

was Randy.

I knew his name.

What is that?

Shut up and listen.

Oh!

Where the f***

he get a grinder?

Oh, sh*t!

It's a gas belt sander.

It was in the evidence pile

outside the boat with

those other weapons.

Oh, oh, okay, okay,

okay, I put it there.

My bad.

Oh, sh*t!

We really need to call the

sheriff and let him know&

Elliot, Elliot, no.

he will order you to take

me and Marybeth back.

- Yeah, probably.

- And then what?

- I'll say I pulled your gun.

- Yeah, right.

I'll do whatever

it takes, Elliot,

because I am not wrong.

I am not.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't do it, Elliot.

Please don't do this.

Sheriff, you there?

Lou, come back.

Louis?

This is Deputy Winslow.

Heather, you there?

Where the hell have

you been all night?

Sh*t is going down

out on Honey Island.

Yeah, I'm aware.

I'm boarding the boat now.

Do you have that

Dunston girl with you?

Please, tell me

that isn't true.

Look, I can explain

everything.

Just-when's the last time

you talked to the sheriff?

It's been almost two hours

since we've heard from

anyone out there.

But the National Guard

received a distress call

from a paramedic boat

and they're on their way in.

What the hell is

happening out there?

Look, who-who placed

the distress call?

Why did you take the

suspect out of her cell?

Who sent out

the distress call?

They said

it was the sheriff.

He said there's a

group of gunmen

attacking them

or something.

We can't get a response

from anyone here.

Don't you see

Louis is alive?

Yeah, two hours ago!

He called in the military.

He said it was a

group of gunmen.

Don't you get it?

He did that so that he would

be sure that they would come.

What's he gonna say?

Victor Crowley's attacking us?

You gotta think about this.

We have got to

get out there

and we gotta get

out there now!

And then what?

And then we make sure

she puts that monster

back in his grave

where he belongs.

Oh, sh*t!

Should we run for it?

Where?

Back to the woods?

No, to his boat.

While this f***er is distracted

sawing through this wall,

let's open the door and

run for the other boat.

Even if you get

a head start,

there's no way the three

of us will make it.

It's like he's

everywhere at once.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I don't know.

We have to find something

to fight back with.

The RPG didn't take him.

Do you think a

couple of needles will?

Well, we have to

do something.

We're running out

of time here.

What's the ETA

on that chopper?

Chopper's coming in

from Baton Rouge.

ETA 10 minutes.

We ain't got 10!

Dammit!

He must have chewed

through the wiring!

Hey, I see the other boats.

Let's-let's pull around.

We don't have time.

We're close enough.

You heard her,

let's go.

Let's go.

Now, listen,

you gotta trust me.

Look, I promise I won't

let anything happen to you.

You know that promise?

It's fading fast.

Come on,

get it together.

Get your hands off me!

This will be over soon.

Yeah, it will be.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Get it off!

Get it off!

Sheriff?

Louis?

Lou!

Now what?

- Sheriff?

- Louis, answer me!

- They're all dead.

- He's not dead!

- He is so dead!

- No, he isn't.

He called for help.

He's not dead.

- Here!

- No!

Take it. Take it!

Get out of my face, b*tch!

Take it!

Sheriff!

Victor?

Victor, come out.

Come and get your daddy.

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