Lake Placid: The Final Chapter Page #5

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gate. On my way there now.

Get a room.

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

Where are you,

sweetie-pie?

Come on.

Where's my big-ass b*tch?

Damn foot.

(SIGHS)

There's my babies. Yeah.

My little golden eggs.

Now I just need me

one of those brats

to get me out

of this shithole.

TERESA:
Chloe?

RYAN:
Max?

Has anybody seen Chloe?

Tina.

Tina, where's Chloe?

I don't know where

Elaine is, or Chloe.

Sheriff,

you've got to find them.

Yeah. We're doing

the best we can, okay?

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

Call came in

there was only survivors.

We've been up and down

the perimeter twice.

If Chloe's still inside,

she's not by the fence.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, don't lose it.

I'm not

f***ing losing it!

Uh, it looks like

you're losing it.

I don't know

what the hell to do.

I take it that's

an unusual feeling for you.

You know what I think?

I think you gotta

quit your navel gazing

and your soulful eye-banging

with G.I. Joe over there

and do your damn job.

You are the most by-the-book,

stick-in-the-mud b*tch I know.

The kind who wouldn't let emotions

get in the way of what she had to do.

That is who is

gonna find Chloe.

So be her again.

Let's go check

Bickerman's cabin.

Bickerman...

I hate that rat box.

(CHUCKLING)

MAX:
I hope

they see the smoke.

DREW:
We should go.

If he's telling the truth,

if Dennis is meeting him here,

we can't leave him.

DREW:
Listen, Max, sometimes

we can leave people behind.

If it means

saving our own asses.

Not everybody has

abandonment issues.

Do you think this place has a bathroom?

It smells like it does.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Hey, guys?

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

DREW:
Come on!

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPING)

Elaine. Come on. I need you.

I need you.

Chloe!

Chloe!

Mom?

Mom!

Chloe!

(ROARING)

Chloe!

(GUNSHOT)

We're gonna find

another way out of here.

Elaine, we're gonna

get you some help, honey.

You had me

worried there, kid.

MAX:
Hey.

You find Dennis?

Dennis is dead, kid.

Who's this?

He's a poacher.

Jim Bickerman.

I saw the picture of you

with your mother,

"Delores and Jimmy, 1960."

Oh, you're

the nut-bag cousin.

With all due respect,

Miss Fish and Game,

I'm the son of a b*tch

that saved these brats.

Nut-bag!

Is that what they're

calling me back in town now?

No. That's what

I'm calling you.

Ah.

Nathan Bickerman

owned this cabin,

and before he skipped town, he told me

that his cousin was suing him for it.

You're not honestly pissed because

you didn't inherit this sh*t house.

Jimmy.

Can I call you Jimmy?

Yes.

Jimmy, the way I see it,

not leaving you this place

is about the nicest thing

anybody could ever do

for your crazy ass.

(CROCODILE GROWLS SOFTLY)

You tied that thing up?

Uh, Dennis did.

I just sort of helped.

Yeah?

What'd you do that for?

Whatever.

Let's just get out of here.

You don't want a full confession?

Maybe you have changed.

(CROCODILE ROARING)

Well, well, well.

Now, that was some

kind of fun, huh, folks?

Listen, I'd love to just hang

out here and chat with you all,

but, Max...

You're coming with me.

You let him...

Oh!

Excuse me, Daddy.

I'm not gonna get very far

with just one wheel here.

I need this tough guy

to help me along the way.

Uh-uh-uh.

Wouldn't do that.

He'll be dead before

you pull that trigger.

Max...

I'll be okay, Dad.

You're a dead man.

(ROARING)

(CROCODILE SNARLS)

This would be

a good time to run.

Go! Go! Move!

Hey, hey, hey.

Slow down, there, sport.

I only got

one gear left here.

(DISTANT GROWLING)

(ROARS)

Drew!

Drew, no!

Get out of the water!

Drew, get out!

Drew! Drew, get out!

Drew! Drew!

Stupid a**hole, get back!

Let him go, Max.

He's dead anyway.

Drew!

Max, come on.

Get out of the water, Drew!

Get out!

Max!

Drew, get out!

Max! Get out of the water!

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTS)

(CROCODILE GROANS)

Max! Get out of the water now!

Come on!

(GIRLS WHIMPERING)

Whatever you do,

don't look up.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

Mom!

Mom!

(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Mom.

(SOBBING) Mom.

Well, damn it.

I always miss it when

they kill the big ones.

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

(GROWLING)

Too late, big daddy.

Your babies are omelets now.

What's the matter?

Hungry?

Eat sh*t.

(ROARS)

(SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

TERESA:
I'm going to follow

you to the hospital, honey.

RYAN:
Is she okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna

get her checked out.

Mom, I'm fine.

God, I just need

a month-long nap.

Chloe, I really love you.

I'm never, ever

taking your advice again.

(LAUGHS)

That's probably a good idea.

We've spent most

of our life apart...

I don't need this

feelings speech.

Okay.

No feelings.

I'm just glad

you're not dead.

Okay, I'm gonna be

right back, okay?

Thinking the fence thing

was a bad idea.

I can definitely confirm that

it was hard to escape from.

Hey.

Hey.

Don't let that librarian

give you a hard time.

I won't. I'm going there

tomorrow to beg forgiveness.

Speaking of...

People don't change, Ryan.

And I don't really think

that they need to change,

I don't want you...

I don't want you to

stay here because of me.

If you are happy

building levees and fences,

then you should

go do that, and...

Um...

Just come back here

once in a while.

I was thinking of

getting a library card.

Maybe I'll see you there.

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Welcome home,

you handsome prick.

MALE RADIO ANNOUNCER:

Rise and shine, Lake Placid.

Hey, how you doing,

and good morning.

It's 86 degrees on the water with blue

skies for as far as the eye can see.

And guess what?

The Army Corps of Engineers

has assured us

that we are now croc free on

Clear Lake. How about that?

100% croc free.

So put on your bikinis,

slather on that sunscreen,

pack a cooler

and come on out for a dip.

We'll see you in the water.

(ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

(LOST LAKE WOODS CLUB PLAYING)

# It's a long road

# And any which way you go

# You take a long walk

off a short dock

# And at the Lost Lake

Woods Club anything goes

# But everything goes

when anything goes

# Don't it, though?

(MAN VOCALIZING)

# You take a long walk

off a short dock

# And at the Lost Lake

Woods Club anything goes

# But playing jacks in a busy

street, it don't get you far

# Do it, though?

# I can feel

the restless life

# I'll give it one more go

with the restless life

# I hope it takes me out

on the open road

# Singing, one more time,

dance with me, brothers

# Circling the wagons

to keep back the trouble

# It's a long road

# And any which way you go

# You take a long walk

off a short dock

# And at the Lost Lake

Woods Club anything goes

# But everything goes

when anything goes

# Don't it, though?

# I can feel

the restless life

# I'll give it one more go

with the restless life

# I hope it takes me out

on the open road

# Singing, one more time,

dance with me, brothers

# Circling the wagons

to keep back the trouble #

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