Sharkansas Women's Prison Massacre Page #5

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It wasn't supposed

to be this way.

When you grow up

the prettiest girl

in Martin Springs,

you think everything's

gonna be a bed of roses.

Marry the captain

of the football team

and live happily ever after,

but he turns out to be

a raging psychotic

who gets

hooked on 0xyContin.

Every night he heats you,

and every morning,

he begs your forgiveness.

You wake up wondering

if this is the day

he finally kills you,

and then you do

something about it.

I'm tired of being so scared

all the damn time.

I'm tired of just getting by

instead of living.

[ Birds chirping ]

Excuse me, if I could just

have a moment of your time.

[ Gunshot ]

What was that?

I don't know.

The man asked

for a moment of your time.

Is that too much to ask?

All right,

so if you don't mind

giving my man Carl here

your undivided attention,

that would be great.

- Go ahead, sir.

- To begin with,

the kidnapping

and prison escape

is now officially over.

Sorry, folks.

Better luck next time.

The business

of getting out of here

without getting eaten

by whatever's outside

has begun.

Where did you get those?

Well, the owner

of this cabin

is obviously

a crackerjack survivalist,

and we found enough guns here

to start World War III.

50, if you're good

and promise not to shoot

each other in the head,

my friend Carl will give you

the weapon of your choice.

But should you choose to he

a fool or a hothead,

and I am talking

to you and you,

then my good friend Carl here

will have to blow

your heads clean off.

- And I will do that.

- So, that's that.

Let's go into the kitchen

and load up.

[ Door creaks open ]

Well, it looks quiet enough.

Maybe it went away,

just some dumb animal.

Smart enough

to flatten our tires

and maroon us here.

Let's see if this

stirs the pot a little.

[Wood clangs ]

Must be gone.

[ Explosion ]

Wrung, buddy.

Wrong in a big way, junior.

I got a had feeling

about this.

All right,

everyone hold your ears.

Fire in the hole.

[ Machine gun shots]

[ Sharks growling ]

It's just as I thought.

There's more than one.

You gotta be kidding me.

How many?

Six, seven,

maybe a whole mess of 'em

by now, I don't know.

All is I know is

when they smelled blood,

this place became

tha hometown Buffet.

We're never

getting out here now.

- Damn.

- "Damn" is right, girl.

You b*tches hadn't done

what you done,

I'd be sitting in a warm cell

right now

waiting for my dinner

like these sharks.

Carl:
All right,

enough of the blame game.

This is serious.

We're almost out of food,

and we're next on the menu.

Hey, wait a minute.

Anyone notice

if there's a well

anywhere on this property?

No well, but I think I saw

some sort of cave out back.

- Cave, even better.

- Why's that?

All right, everyone,

back porch right now.

He's right.

Let's go. Hurry.

- Come on.

- Come on. Hurry.

[ Birds chirping ]

What would you say, fellas?

300 feet maybe.

I'd say more like 400.

- What do you think, professor?

- Well, I asked for a well

'cause I was hoping

we could climb down

and reach

the subterranean caverns

that are known

to crisscross this area,

but a cave's even better.

It's sure

to lead us downward.

But how do we all

get over there safely?

And how do you know

that shark's

not gonna follow us

into the cave?

First question,

not exactly sure.

Second question, cave floors

usually consist

of solid stone,

so sharks won't be able

to burrow through.

Anita:
Okay,

I've got a great idea.

Why don't we just stay put

right here till help comes?

Not a great idea, babe.

We don't want

that kind of help.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

I forgot.

There's an even better reason

to leave soon.

- Well, spit it out.

- Yeah, give, professor.

What's got you so spooked?

Well, every year,

sharks swarm,

sometimes 15,000 in an area

less than two miles wide.

They define

hunting territory, mate,

devour everything in sight,

then move on.

I'm concerned that what

we've got in the front yard

is just a scouting party

waiting on a thousand

of their dearest friends.

No, this doesn't sound good

at all.

- No, it doesn't.

- So, we gotta figure a way

to get to that cave

without becoming fish food.

Exactly.

And how the hell

do we do that?

Professor, you said sharks

gravitate toward human blood,

right?

Like ants to honey, Honey.

So, let's just give 'em

what they want.

What?

Got 'em.

I found this shirt.

Pants.

These might work.

[ Metal tapping ]

It's ready.

[ Blood slurping ]

Come and get it.

Okay. Ready?

Let's do it.

Hey, guys, how's it

looking over there?

Nothing in sight.

Let's hope

it stays that way.

Who's the best shot?

- Just don't miss.

- I don't intend to.

All right, everybody,

let's get ready to rumble.

Okay, how do we know

exactly when?

- Oh, you'll know.

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna let

anything happen to you.

[ Blood squirting ]

Stay frosty, everybody.

Here goes nothing.

[ Earth crumbles ]

Oh, my God.

There are six of 'em.

I sure hope Dirty Harriet

can shoot a gun

as well as she

shoots her mouth off.

Get ready.

Don't sweat it.

I was born to do this.

Better.

Let's hope so

for everybody's sake.

- [ Gunshot ]

- [ Explosion ]

Right. Go, go, go.

[ Door slams ]

Nice work.

Thank me later.

Quick.

- Quick.

- Go.

Go, go.

[ Earth crumbling ]

[Girls screaming ]

[ Shark growls ]

[ Earth crumbling ]

[ Man screams]

[Groaning ]

Oh, my God.

Come on, you guys.

Here comes one now.

Hurry, hurry.

Get up, get up.

I think I sprained my ankle.

[ Growling ]

They're coming.

Guys, one of 'em now.

Hey, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sprain or no sprain,

you gotta rise

to the occasion.

- Come on.

- [ Gunshots ]

- Let's go.

- Anita:
Hurry.

[ Growling ]

- Honey, they're coming.

- [ Gunshots continue]

- Hurry.

- Honey:
But it won't stop.

Won't stop.

Bullets aren't working.

Just go.

Save yourself. Go.

- I've gotta help him.

- No, stay here.

- You'll get killed.

- I'm going.

Michelle:

Bad idea.

[ Gunshots ]

Guys, get hack.

Hey! Hey!

[ Growling ]

Look over here!

John, no.

Get out of there.

[ Growling ]

[ Screams ]

No.

[ Wailing ]

Come on, dollface,

help me get him up.

What'd you call me?

God help me.

Come on, guys. Come on.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

- Wait. Wait.

- Come on, come on.

[crying 1

[ Earth crumbling ]

He gave his life.

I know.

John was a fine young man.

He left us much too soon.

I'll mourn him

for the rest of my life,

but I know

he'd want us to push on,

so just follow me,

and let's just get

tha hell out of here.

You know,

if we go by the G.P.S.

we got from Wilson,

we're just about a mile away

from the coordinates.

Is that so?

Yeah, but don't you think

we should call him,

let him know

we're going in without backup?

- No.

- Why not?

'Cause the minute

we call it in,

every black-and-white

from here

to Fort Smith

is gonna come blazing

through these gullies

like they're gunning

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