Lake Placid: The Final Chapter Page #4

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I'm on it.

You're gonna be okay.

Thank you. I couldn't move.

I just waited.

Was Max with you?

No.

You know what?

I don't understand

how half the damn universe

ended up inside the fence.

Why don't you build

a bigger sign, Loflin?

Yeah, I'll get

right on that.

DENNIS:
You weren't

gonna let me back in.

(GASPING)

I didn't have a choice.

What did you do?

I had some loose ends

to tie up on my project.

What kind of loose ends?

Just samples.

By the old Bickerman cabin.

What were you thinking?

After what you saw yesterday.

It was worth the risk.

You tell yourself that the next

time you try and sign your name.

Yeah, and jacking off's

gonna be a b*tch.

RYAN:
Look,

he's gonna bleed out.

We gotta get him help.

All right, let's get you to the fence.

(WHIMPERING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CROCODILE GROWLING SOFTLY)

(CONTINUES VIBRATING)

(HISSES)

(GASPS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Sheriff Giove.

CHLOE:
Hi, Mom.

Chloe, thank God.

Where are you?

I'm inside the fence.

Where inside the fence?

I don't know.

Max said we must have come in

through the north gate.

Max is with you?

Yeah. Mom?

You gotta get us out of here.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

Chloe, stay by the fence.

We're coming to get you.

Mom?

Chloe!

Mom?

Chloe!

Mom!

Chloe, I love you.

We're gonna find her.

Yeah. Okay.

Chloe, we found a rope. Grab

on and we'll pull you out.

Hurry.

It's getting all twitchy.

(GRUNTING)

I got it.

(GRUNTING)

(CROCODILE ROARS)

(ROARS)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(SNARLING)

TERESA:
Reba,

are you okay?

Yeah, just peachy.

Never better.

Come on out to the lake,

have a few laughs

and play World War llI

with some man-eating crocs.

I'm having a fabulous time.

(ROARS)

Ain't that

a sh*t sandwich.

(CROCODILE ROARS)

(SCREAMING)

TERESA:
Dennis,

don't let go!

(GUNSHOT)

Let him go.

No.

(BONES SNAPPING)

(SCREAMING)

Dennis, stay with me.

Let him go.

No!

(CRUNCHING)

(GRUNTS)

(SOBBING) Oh, no.

This is not gonna

look good on my resume.

Thanks.

So help is on the way?

Help is here.

They just have to find us.

Find anything?

It's a boat key.

It's gotta be nearby.

ELAINE:
Or it's parked

in his driveway.

We've already

wasted enough time.

Let's get back

to the fence.

We'll be easier to

find from the lake.

I'm not going

back on the water.

I say we go

for the boat.

That's a b*tch.

Now what, genius?

(JIM GRUNTING)

Well there.

Howdy, girls.

Come get us.

I lost the goddamned key.

We found a key

back at the camp.

Can you swim back

here and get it?

Well, I don't think I could make

it back... Back to the boat here.

(GRUNTS) Tore up my leg

here pretty nasty.

One of us has to go.

Are you kidding?

According to your shirt,

you're a fast swimmer.

DREW:
No way.

We can't just leave him.

Of course we can.

Hey, hey.

Girls, I got guns.

Dennis. Is he okay?

Tell you what.

You come out here

and I'll tell you

all about it on our

way out of this dump.

Come on in.

Water's just fine.

Screw it.

I got you covered.

Come on now.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

Look out!

Look out!

Ah!

Come on, boy.

You can do it.

MAX:
Thanks.

Jim.

Max.

Listen, I'm the one

that should be thanking you.

You just saved

all our lives.

(STARTING ENGINE)

This is a mistake.

We should go

back to the fence.

Can't you get any closer?

No, no, no.

Not unless you want to

carve a hole in the hull.

Besides, I'm not too keen

on being croc chow.

We'll cover you.

Come on.

It's our only chance.

F*** this!

ELAINE:
Chloe?

Just come on.

Elaine, don't.

MAX:
Come on!

Come on. Please.

I can't go in the water.

Come on!

The place is

crawling with crocs.

Don't leave me.

Chloe, come on.

I'm so sorry.

ELAINE:
Come on, Chloe!

MAX:
Come on.

You can do it.

Quickly. Quickly.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

Chloe, grab my hand, grab my hand. Help.

(WHIMPERING)

(ROARING)

Hey!

Oh!

I can't get a clear shot.

Hey, now.

You like a little nip,

huh, sweet cheeks?

You sure? Hmm?

Made it myself.

Well, let's motor this

boat out of here, huh?

(CROCODILE GROWLS)

All right,

you got your search areas.

Spread out and give them hell.

Go find your kids. We'll

take care of these crocs.

Got one.

Starboard side.

At least

somebody's having fun.

You did what you could.

Didn't even want to go

on this stupid trip.

Now they're never gonna let me

check books out of the library again.

I left the library books

back in the bus.

(CHUCKLES) I think

they'll understand.

(SIGHS) The librarian

is such a b*tch.

What were you reading?

Heart of Darkness.

Lame.

You didn't like it?

Nothing happens in it.

It's too bad you lost it.

You could've read it

to the crocs.

Bored them to death.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, Jim, where

are you taking us?

(CHUCKLES) Heading for

the gate. What do you mean?

No, you're not.

I haven't got

what I come for yet.

Need a little more

line here, Max.

Wouldn't it be faster

to tie up at the dock?

Trust me. You don't want

to go near that dock.

You said you were

gonna get us out of here.

And I will.

But you're not the only one

I made a promise to today.

Dennis?

No sh*t, Sherlock.

(GUN COCKING)

Oh... (SCOFFS)

Either you drive us

to the gate, or I will.

Drew, put the gun down.

Shut up, Chloe.

Son, as if you got the stones

to pull that trigger, boy.

There's a cabin

up the road.

The Bickerman place?

My rendezvous with

your buddy Dennis.

No way you're a scientist.

Only other reason for you

to be here is as a poacher.

Oh.

And Dennis

wouldn't allow that.

Well, sometimes money's a lot more

powerful than integrity, honey.

You paid him

to let you in?

Ah. Bingo.

You're a smuggler.

Crocodiles are rare.

The only ones of their kind.

Rare means expensive.

JIM:
All right,

you got me.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm a greedy old fart.

But right now,

I'm just trying to save

Dennis' sorry,

tree-hugging ass.

It'd be a hell of a lot easier

if I had a little help, kids.

So what do I

need to do, huh?

Pay you?

Because I'm about

to become a rich boy.

Yes, siree,

I'm gonna hit the jackpot.

You with me?

Giddy-up.

Come on.

Yo, Dennis!

It's me, Jimmy.

Dennis.

Don't make me regret

paying you in advance.

Mrs. Bickerman wasn't

a very good housekeeper.

Hey.

That's no way to talk

about the dead, son.

Whatever.

You hear me, boy? Huh?

Huh?

Get inside.

All of you.

Everybody inside.

Not so fast.

Listen, if I...

If I hit the jackpot,

maybe I'll come back for you.

How's that sound?

Adis.

I thought

you needed our help.

No, not with

this part, son.

Sorry. You, too.

Come on.

DREW:
Guy's a whack-job.

You think now's the time

to curl up around the fire?

That man just

pulled a gun on me.

In fairness, you pulled

a gun on him first.

CHLOE:
Our parents

are out there.

They just don't know

where to look.

Chloe, you're a genius.

GLASS:
Sheriff Giove, over.

A trucker just picked up

the missing kids.

Repeat, the missing teens

are outside the fence.

You've got them?

Yes, ma'am.

The teens are at the south

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