Death Hunt Page #4
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- Year:
- 1981
- 97 min
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Get up!
A friendly fella.
He set right where you are, boy,
and paid for everyting with $100 bills.
Hey, he just wanted some supplies.
Bought two of my best shotguns
and 700 rounds of ammo.
From the way he acted,
he didn't look crazy to me...
...at least not any more crazy
You dumb f***.
You lost what brains you had.
How the hell was I supposed
to know who he was?
700 rounds of ammo?
Bought it all. He had a lot of money.
Who is this guy?
Ever hear of the mad trapper - the one
who steals gold from men's teeth?
Yes, I've heard of him.
You think this guy's him?
Sure it's him! How else
would he get all that money?
Must have made a fortune in gold.
It doesn't make sense.
Listen here to the high fallootin' expert.
Tell us what makes sense.
I just figure any man who'll
risk his neck to save a dog's life
isn't going to kill somebody for gold teeth.
Wrong, boy. He's the mad trapper, alright.
Deak, I want to talk to you.
What really happened last night?
I told you.
Deak, I have to know everything
about this man we're going after.
I gotta know him so good,
I can taste him.
Now, how did you get a rifle butt
in your face without killing him?
He shot first, Edgar!
Honest to Christ!
Hold this, will you?
Ready.
We'll get that son of a b*tch.
Alright.
Let's go.
Don't kill me, Albert.
I expect that's you.
Hello, Bill.
Well... what brings you back?
Too damn crowded.
Gettin' that way all over.
Now, listen to me Albert,
'cause you ain't got much time.
Things are not the same
as when you left here.
They put up a town about 7 years ago.
Just a few hours from here...
...in good weather.
There's a Mountie outpost
there, and radios
and newspapers come in
It's different, Albert.
Edgar Millen, and he's coming after you.
bunch of others with him.
But he's the last man in the world
that anybody'd want on his trail.
They're gonna kill you.
Am I gettin' through to you, Albert?
- I understand what you're sayin'.
- Good.
Then you'll also understand when
I tell you to get the hell out of here.
Head south.
I appreciate you coming
over here to tell me that, Bill.
But you ain't runnin', that it?
Got no place to go.
anything against running.
I don't guess anybody ever really
wanted to catch up to him, anyway.
He's gone, isn't he?
He died in a prison hospital.
Where you headed?
Well, I guess I'll head up
into the high country.
Do some trappin'.
- Good hunting.
- Same to you, Albert.
Come on, boy.
See you around, Albert!
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