Death Hunt

Synopsis: Canada 1931: The unsociable trapper Johnson lives for himself in the ice-cold mountains near the Yukon river. During a visit in the town he witnesses a dog-fight. He interrupts the game and buys one of the dogs - almost dead already - for $200 against the owner's will. When the owner Hasel complains to Mountie Sergeant Millen, he refuses to take action. But then the loathing breeder and his friends accuse Johnson of murder. So Millen, although sympathetic, has to try to take him under arrest - but Johnson defends his freedom in every way possible.
Director(s): Peter R. Hunt
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
Rotten Tomatoes:
97 min

Get him! Kill him! Get him!

Come on!

Get him!

Come on! Get him!

It's about time you learned

respect for a real fightin' dog, Hazel!

Get up, you no good

piece of dung!

Get up!

Get up! Get up, dog!

Goddamnit! I'll kill you myself!

You damage my fightin' dog, you're

gonna be nothin' but a sack of guts.

I'll kill you myself,

you son of a b*tch!

The dog's half dead.

I'm buying him.

I ain't sellin'.

Not for no hundred.

That dog's worth two hundred.

Two hundred's what I paid.

That dog's worth a fortune.

A thousand!

He's gonna wish he'd

never seen that dog.

We'll cross again.

Nobody steals from me.


- Morning, Sam.

- Howdy.

Them trapper's comin' back in.

Come on! Move!

Damn son of a b*tch!

Trap ain't gonna get away with this.

At least he paid you $200 for that dog.

Shut up about that, Deak.


Well, well. Looky here.

Excuse me.

Good Morning.

Yes it is.

Nothin' good about it so far, General.

Can either of you men direct me

to Sergeant Edgar Millen?

Yeah, sure.

You come with us.

We'll take you to Sergeant Millen.

Hello, Hazel.

Who's your friend?

Who goes there?

Edgar, some damn squirrely

trapper stole my best huntin' dog!

Somebody stole my dog!

Go away, Hazel.

That's Sergeant Millen.

What are you staring at?

Are you Sergeant Edgar Millen?


That look on your face could

turn good whiskey into sour piss.

You gotta to do something

about this, Edgar.

Sound off, kid.

Constable Alvin Adams

reporting for duty, Sergeant!

Well, well, well.

Now, look what they sent.

Hell, Edgar, that was

my strongest dog.

You were fighting that dog, Hazel.

And from what I hear,

your strongest dog was

a hair's breadth away from being bait.

That's a damned lie. I got witnesses!

What have you got there?

It's a 2 way radio, sir.

The newest thing.

Kids always got something

new that don't work.

This one works. I was

trained in communications.

This mountie here says that man

should be brought up for trial.

Now, what are you

going to do, Edgar?

I'm going to close my eyes

and pray you disappear.

Never had much luck prayin'.

Hey, welcome, stranger.

Come on in and warm yourself up.

My name's W.W. I ain't seen

you in these parts before.

Where you comin' from?

- Oh, nowhere.

- Everybody has to be from somewhere.

I can tell you ain't one of them fools

that come up here from the south

to get out of them breadlines.

Half of them starve to death

and the other half freeze.

More dead bodies up here in the last

few years than I've seen in a lifetime

and believe me, I've

been here a while.

This store can't hold all the

ammo you got on this here list.

But I'll get you what I got.

Huntin' grizzlies, I expect, ain't you?

If you're heading up to old Curley's,

I can save you the journey.

Skeeters got him last spring.

Ate through his eyelids and

pumped him full of poison.

Curley finally got a gun

and blew his brains out.

That's one way to stop the buzzin'.

Recon so. Think you'll be

needing anything else?


That'll be one hundred and...

let's see... a hundred even.

Rough travelin' at night.

You're welcome to stay.

We could talk some more.

Outpost to base, over.


Your two. And two back.

I'm out.

I'll see you.

Read 'em and weep.

Two pair of kings up.

Hold it.

Three eights.

You black bastard.

Jesus, kid - do we have to

hear that now?

I'll have it set up real soon.

Swell... then we can hear them

pen pushing heroes in Edmonton

giving us orders, eh?

I was thinking maybe we should have

arrested those men for dog fighting,

and that trapper, too.

Dealer stands pat.

Technically, under the

Commonwealth statuates,

if the man Hazel didn't

want to sell his dog...

Looks like we got to

build a big new jail.

Alvin's going to

arrest the whole town.

Let me give you

a little advice, eh, kid?

Just throw those law books away.

Better to turn your eyes and let

them fight their damn dogs.

It's a damn sight better

than them killing each other.

But you can't let people get away

with that - making their own laws.

The only thing you have to

remember is Millen's law:

You want to stay a mountie, then all you

got to do is keep headquarters happy.

And the only time they're unhappy is when

there's a killing that's not accounted for.

So you account for all killings, and you

live to be an old mountie, just like me.

You got that?

Yes, sir.

Hey, kid...

I ain't a "sir", a "mister", or a "grandpa".

Now, you got that?

This is not going to feel very friendly.


It'll do you a lot of good.

I even use it myself sometimes.

You had the strength to come this far.

I think you're gonna make it.

Hell of a life bein' a mountie,

ain't it, kid?

Yeah, great.

Alvin... you want a piece

of this buffalo woman?

Might help you sleep.

I don't need any help.


Buffalo woman's taken a liking to Alvin.

Probably gettin' tired of old men like us.

Wants some younger blood.

You speak for yourself.

I've still got plenty of fire left in me.

I was speaking for myself.


If you want this piece,

you'll have to come get it.

Come on.

Come on, now.

The least you can do to show your

appreciation for a free meal... to come get it.

Here you are.

Good boy. Come on.

Good boy.

Hot damn! Boy, you sure can shoot!

Not bad.

Pulled your shot, eh?

Got him in the kidney.

If that had been a grizzler,

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Michael Grais

Michael Grais is a screenwriter, best known as the co-writer of Poltergeist (1982). He has also produced such movies as Great Balls of Fire! (1989, executive producer), Marked for Death (1990) and Sleepwalkers (1992). more…

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