Hatchet III Page #6

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Victor Crowley,

Victor Crowley,

we've got your daddy.

Why did he stop?

- Louis?

- Shh!

I'm trying to listen.

Sheriff Fowler?

I think it's them.

Oh, thank God.

Luis, where the

hell are you?

Amanda?

Who's Amanda?

Oh god, it's my wife.

Okay.

Amanda?

Victor!

You come out here

to me right now.

I got something you've

been needing a long time.

Sheriff Fowler!

Don't even.

I still have ammo.

Fowler!

- Just stay-

- Put.

- Sheriff!

- I can reach it.

Stay away from that hole.

Shh!

Victor, where are you?

Shh.

Okay.

Don't.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

I wanna see you!

Okay.

Don't. Stop.

You come out now!

Stop.

I got your daddy here,

Victor!

Come out!

Come and get your daddy!

This is bullshit.

Amanda, we need to

find the others.

We found them.

There you go.

Look around.

Victor, come on,

where are you?

He's-He's here.

Freeze!

Oh god.

On the floor now!

Don't let anything

happen to her.

- No.

- Only you.

We can't kill him unless

you put it into his hand.

Go!

You hear me?

You do it.

You do it.

Do it!

Here.

Don't shoot

until he has it.

Here he is.

I'm s-I'm sorry for

what they did to you

and I'm-I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for what

my father did to you.

I'm sorry.

Daddy.

Take it.

Take it.

- Ah!

- Step back, Marybeth.

I said step back!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He's dead.

No, Elliot, no!

Elliot, no!

Give him the ashes!

I knew you were real.

I came to save you.

Here's daddy,

you motherf***er!

Got to get up.

Get up.

Get up.

F***in' do it already!

Just one more time.

Come on, do it.

Come on, do it.

Come on, do it.

Come on, do it.

Come on,

f***in' do it already!

Come on, get up!

Oh, goddammit,

do it already.

F***in' do it already!

F*** it!

Hey!

Hey!

Over here!

I'm here!

I'm-get me the

f*** outta here!

Help!

Help!

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