Pumpkinhead II: Blood Wings
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 88 min
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Tommy.
Come on, boy.
Come and get it.
Hey! There he is.
Turn it down, you f***!
Hell hear us.
Come on. Lets finish
this thing once and for all.
Yeah!
Go!
All right, man!
Were comin to get you, Tommy.
Run! Run!
Come out, come out,
wherever you are!
Were gonna send you
back to hell, freak!
We got him!
Batter up!
Thats a single!
Thats a double!
Thats a triple, man!
Come on! Come on!
Home run!
String him up!
String him up!
Come here!
All right. String him up.
All right. Let him go.
Oh, boy, you are a swinger!
You are! Come here!
Come here.
Oh, boys, we caught
ourselves a big one!
Hoist him up!
Come on, higher!
Higher!
Well, well, well, boy!
Looks like we got ourselves
a big one, didnt we?
And hes pretty too, isnt he?
Isnt he?
Hes beautiful!
All right!
Okay, boys,
time to send this freak...
back to hell!
Do it! Do it!
Drop him!
Dirty job,
but someone had to do it.
You know, all I ever wanted to do
when I was growing up
was to get away from this town.
If you told me 20 years ago
that ld give up the fifth precinct
in New York City for the old
Ferren Woods sheriffs office--
- Hows that uniform fit?
- Like a glove.
And as for this,
that with the exception
of some target practice,
I wont be using it much.
There.
Now, how about that, huh?
Oh, Sheriff.
Listen! You hear it?
What?
Silence.
Beautiful, peaceful silence.
Theres no traffic,
no pollution, no gangs.
Yeah. Youre right.
But...
What?
Im just not sure we made
the right decision moving here.
Jennys fine, Beth.
Yeah, what about you?
This is our new home.
This is where we
make our life together.
You know, I dont think
our daughter quite sees it that way.
Could you please just talk to her?
Our daughter and I dont talk.
We debate, remember?
Jenny will be okay.
Just keep an eye on her.
Make sure she stays clear
of the trouble
she ran into in the city, thats all.
Hey, man.
Lets spark that joint.
Light my fire.
Hey! You guys knock it off back there.
Youre gonna stink up the upholstery.
Hey.
Isnt that the new girl?
Yeah, shes kinda cute.
Its Jenny Braddock.
Her dads the new sheriff.
Big f***in deal.
Hey, Jenny. Its Marcie.
Remember me from trade class?
Yeah. Hi, Marcie.
Jenny Braddock, lm Danny.
Danny Dixon.
Let me guess.
You guys are the local
badasses, right?
Thats right.
Well, no offense,
but lve seen a lot badder.
New York City girl.
I like your style, Braddock.
My names Jenny.
Okay, Jenny.
Can I offer you a ride?
I dont know if youve noticed,
but the schools right over there.
Who says were goin to school?
Yeah, okay.
Ill ride with you guys.
All right, lets do it.
Come on.
Youre my new girl.
- lm Peter.
- Hi.
- Lets roll.
- Yeah, yeah, hell, yeah.
You got my huntin license ready?
Yeah. Right here.
Its ten dollars, please.
Dont seem fair, the price
of huntin goin up this year.
Sheriff Longbow
never raised prices.
Costs go up, Slick. Sheriff Braddocks
got nothing to do with that.
And dont call me Slick.
I didnt like it in high school
and I still dont like it.
Names Ernst.
Would you believe old Slick and l
were the same age.
Used to be best friends
when we were kids.
What a loser.
Looks like this is gonna be
a good huntin season, Sheriff.
I wish I could take
credit for that, Judge.
You know, I had a feeling
for this job.
You just seem like a man that...
wants to make things work.
See you, Sheriff.
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, your physicals
scheduled for noon.
Okay, here we go.
Now...
dont worry, Sheriff.
Dr. Pettibone comes
from a long line of doctors.
Except most of them
studied their medicine
with roots and blackbird beaks
in swamps.
Blackbird beaks, eh?
- This is cold.
- Okay.
My grandma be the top sorcire in
the whole of the Achala Falaya. Breathe.
Whats a sorcire?
Witch doctor.
Those are some of her patients
who didnt pay.
Knock, knock.
Sheriff, Delilah, the mayors
ready anytime you are.
Send him in.
Right this way.
Sheriff.
- Mayor.
- Maam.
- Hello, Mayor.
- Well, its good to see you.
Well, now, I aint got time for greetings.
Marie, you got my guitar?
Sure do.
Here you go, Mayor.
Did you cure it?
Well, its tuned.
Thank you kindly, darlin.
Well, I gotta bail.
Playin a little gig tonight
and lm runnin late.
By the way,
Just fine.
Still the same
little town I remember.
Be careful, Sheriff.
It aint New York,
but it aint that little.
If I were you,
Same with that pretty
little girl of yours.
Id hate to see her wind up
with the wrong crowd.
Afternoon, Delilah.
Good afternoon, Mayor.
So what is this place anyway?
Its an old iron mine.
They say its bottomless.
Some miners disappeared
down there in the 50s.
Some say they fell straight to hell.
You can still hear them screaming
on a full moon.
Dont listen to her. Shes a sucker
for all that supernatural bullshit.
- Hand me the hook.
- Here you go, Danny boy.
Hey, city girl.
I swing across,
you give me a kiss?
No way.
I just may fall.
Do it, man.
So wheres that kiss?
Hey! Somebody coming.
Sh*t, its my dad.
So I guess school
let out early today, huh?
Daniel Dixon, sir.
Welcome to Ferren Woods.
Judge Dixons boy?
Yes, sir.
Well, then you should know
more than anybody
that these No Trespassing
signs up here have a purpose.
Absolutely, sir.
Well, lets say
we pack up our gear
and get our little asses
out of here, huh?
That sound like a plan?
Yeah.
Come on, Jenny.
Ill drive you home.
Dad!
No. Hes right, Jen.
Bye, Jenny.
Hey, shut up!
It was nice to meet you all.
No. The pleasures all mine.
First you tell me to make friends...
...and then you tell me you
dont like the friends I make?
I give up.
Those kids are trouble, Jen.
Youre a bright girl.
You can see that, cant you?
Yeah, I can see a lot of things.
And whats that supposed to mean?
Nothing. Just forget it.
Cant we do better than this?
Your mothers very concerned.
like you did back east?
Thats me.
Little ol heartbreaker.
I want you to promise me that youre not
gonna hang out with those kids anymore.
Jenny, you hear me?
Yes, sir.
So whatd you tell your dad?
I didnt.
You told your mother?
- Hey, Danny boy.
- Yeah?
Lets show the new girl
some real fun.
- All right, cow tipping!
- Shut up!
- Here we go. You want to check it out, Pete?
- Go for it!
- Go for it again.
- Here we go!
Knock it off!
Turn the lights back on!
Here we go.
Oh, sh*t!
Sh*t!
Lets get out of the car!
- Where is she?
- You hit her, man!
She came out of f***in nowhere!
- I saw her fall right here.
- Where the f*** is she?
Does anybody know who she is?
Shes nobody.
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