Pumpkinhead II: Blood Wings

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,

lm damned happy to say,

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?

All thats behind us now, huh?

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.

I really truly do.

My names Jenny.

My fathers names Braddock.

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.

I liked it better before.

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

a local fellow like you

was gonna be the right man

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,

hows everybody treatin you?

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,

ld watch where youre goin.

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.

They never found the bodies.

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.

How about if I close my eyes?

Do it, man.

So wheres that kiss?

Hey! Somebody coming.

Sh*t, its my dad.

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