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Krampus Unleashed Page #4
- Year:
- 2016
- 90 min
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help with his laptop.
- [Troy] Later.
- Now!
- Damn.
(sighs) Fine.
(ominous instrumental music)
(crickets chirp)
- Sh*t.
(gun c*cks)
Wow.
I, I wasn't--
- Shut up!
- Easy.
- Hands up.
What you doin'
outside my window?
- I was just trying to--
- Save it!
- Look, if you just
let me explain.
- Ooh, what's that little thing?
- Well, that would be my--
- Turn around.
So this is how you surprise me?
- I told ya I was coming
home for Christmas.
- Mm hmm.
I should kick your ass
for sneaking up on me.
- What?
Thought you liked
games like that.
And besides, I had to make sure
I wasn't being followed.
It was kinda risky considering
your ex carries a gun.
- F*** that.
(beeping)
Wait.
- What?
- You hear that?
It's the oven timer.
- Okay.
- Dinner's ready.
- And?
- You don't feel like eating?
- My mind's kind of on
- First rule of survival?
You gotta eat.
- [Boyfriend] Well sh*t.
(coyotes howling)
(crickets chirp)
(roaring)
(crickets chirp)
- Oh.
Oh, it's on.
You hear that, Roger?
- Oh yeah.
- Got the night vision camera?
- Right here, man.
- What about that
heat-sensin' thingamajig?
- That's a big
ten-four, ole buddy.
(laughs)
Isn't that a .50 cal?
- Yes it is, man.
- That's a lot of firin' power.
- Should be enough, man.
- Enough for what?
- Man, what do you
mean "for what?"
We gotta take that
son of a b*tch down.
- Well, wait, wait,
you mean kill him?
That's the plan?
- Yeah, that's
always been the plan.
Don't tell me you have
a problem with that now.
- Well,
sh*t, I'don't know, maybe.
- Come on.
- He could be the
last of his kind
in the whole dang
world for all we know.
- Come on, man.
What are you, f***in'
Greenpeace now?
- No, I just,
shootin' somethin'
that's one of a kind
just don't seem right.
- It don't seem right?
Well obviously you ain't
never heard of Darwin,
you know, natural
selection and sh*t.
- Did he used to
drive that blue Chevy?
- What, man?
No!
Darwin was like 1,000 years ago
or somethin', man.
Talked about survival
of the fittest.
Okay?
So the way I see
it is if this thing
really is just runnin'
around out there,
last of its kind,
sh*t, man,
we're just takin' our part
in the natural
selection of things.
- I don't know.
- Look at it like
this then, okay?
What if he is out
there and, you know,
we find him,
what are we gonna do then, man?
- Well, I,
we'll be the famous as sh*t boys
who found Bigfoot.
- Man, not if we
can't prove it, man.
We'll end up just goin' home,
same laughingstock
we are right now.
- We're a laughingstock?
- Come on, Terry, what?
How can you be so
disconnected, man?
- Well, I, I--
- You don't hear
all that laughter?
All them murmurin' people
do underneath their breath
when you walk by?
Sh*t.
- Yeah, well I do.
- Thinks what?
- Man, they think, "Here
come Roger and Terry, man.
"Two guys who are
gonna find Bigfoot.
"Couple of f***in' screws
loose in their head," they say.
- I never knew.
But, hey, we got a camera.
We got a heat-sensin'
thingamajig.
They're gonna have
to believe us.
- Man, nobody's gonna have
to believe anything, man.
That's not gonna be good enough.
Not even close.
All right?
We got no options.
you look at it, man,
this boy's goin' down.
- All right, so
what you're sayin'
is it's him or us.
- Yeah.
- Well, f*** it.
Guess you're right.
- No, man, I am right.
Now let's go.
(engine rumbles)
(crickets chirp)
(owl hoots)
- Merry Christmas, baby.
(crickets chirp)
- [Dale] You know, you
don't have to do that, Will.
- [Will] It's no problem.
- You're a good man.
Drink?
- [Will] What is that stuff?
- Well now, this
is Mr. Dale Henderson's
personal reserve.
- Moonshine?
(Dale chuckles)
Why not?
- Good answer.
(glasses clink)
(coughing)
- Oh God.
- Makes the hair on your
balls stand up, doesn't it?
- I'll say.
Wow. (coughs)
- Want another one?
- Absolutely.
- Still can't get
signal out here.
- Honey, give that thing a rest.
(Troy sighs)
- Oh, oh, oh sh*t.
- What the hell?
(Troy giggles)
- Troy, what are you doing?
- He was filming me again.
- Go to bed, Troy.
(Troy chuckles)
(Troy sighs)
- You're kidding, right?
The pet rock.
You're sleepin' with it now?
- Leave me alone.
(Troy chuckles)
- Whatever.
You know, your
sister's pretty hot.
- She's your cousin.
- So?
It's legal in some places.
Got a signal, finally!
- Now if you only
had someone to call.
- Shut up.
(crickets chirp)
- [Roger] Wow, man.
- [Terry] What?
- Keep it down.
- You talked first!
- [Roger] Shh, Terry,
keep it down, man.
- Dagnabbit, what?
- He's out here, man.
I can feel it.
- I don't feel nothin',
I don't feel sh*t.
- No, man.
He's definitely been out here.
Matter of fact,
he's still here.
You can bet on it.
Oh, man, do you see that?
(dramatic instrumental music)
- No!
- [Roger] Right there
in them bushes, man.
A dead man coulda seen that.
- God damn it, wait for me!
(gun fires)
- Damn, man.
(laughing)
It's a rabbit, man.
(laughing)
- That's you, Rog,
that's Peter Cottontail.
- F***, man.
(laughing)
- Oh God, oh you should,
you shoulda seen your face.
Oh goddamn, your
brow all gruesome,
lookin' mean as a rattlesnake.
"He, he's here, Terry.
"I, I got him."
Oh goddamn, what
a hoot. (laughs)
- Ha, ha, Terry, man.
Funny as always.
- Oh my God!
Oh, oh, wait, wait
until I tell people.
No, no, there he was, ole Rog,
facin' down the
creature, fearless,
regular f***in' Sylvester
Stallone he was.
Put Grizzly Adams
to shame with that.
- Have your laugh, Terry.
(distant roaring)
Swear to God, man.
(roaring)
You hear that, man?
- What was that?
- I don't know, man.
It sounds like it's
gettin' closer.
- Sounds like a stampede.
- Wait.
Is it gone?
(eerie instrumental music)
- I'm not likin' this.
- Me neither, man.
- I think we should
head back to the truck.
- Yeah, I'm all right with that.
(pulsing heartbeat)
- Rog?
(thudding)
(sighing)
- That was.
- Yeah it was.
- [Boyfriend] Yeah.
- I'll be right back.
(sighs)
(growling)
- Okay, what the hell?
(suspenseful instrumental music)
Is someone there?
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(muffled roaring)
(dark instrumental music)
(crickets chirp)
- James?
James.
(eerie, suspenseful
instrumental music)
Babe, where'd you go?
(chomping and slurping)
(screaming)
(roaring)
(dramatic instrumental music)
(gun c*cks)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(growling)
(screaming)
(roaring)
(eerie instrumental music)
- Whoa.
(eerie instrumental music)
This is too weird.
(growling)
- I, uh, I gotta tell
you somethin', Dale.
This, this is some
really good stuff.
- (chuckles) You
might wanna sit down
before you fall down.
- I'm okay.
(banging)
- [Bonnie] Mr. Henderson!
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