Hatchet II

- I got you.

- No, no, no, no.

I got you.

I got you.

Okay, it's okay.

Okay.

Oh, god.

It's... it's okay.

- Oh, god.

- Come on.

Oh, god.

There you go.

They're all dead.

He killed them all.

I can't figure you people out.

Honey lsland Swamp has been closed

for decades and for good reason.

But every now and then, some stupid

son-of-a-b*tch thinks he knows better.

I knew.

Let me guess,

you don't believe in ghosts.

You think Victor Crowley

is a legend.

I went in there to find my family, my...

My brother and my father.

He killed them all.

What the hell were they doing in there?

Night fishing.

My daddy was a gator hunter.

He and my brother started

pulling in twice their load

once they start to hunt

away from everybody else.

We needed the money

after my momma passed away.

Oh, god.

Now I'm all alone.

Your daddy should have known better.

Hell, every hunter from around here

knows not to go in that damn swamp.

I was telling 'em, I say,

"Stay the hell out!"

Well, they all call me crazy.

They think I'm sick in the head.

Here, you drink this.

It's nice and warm.

First things first.

We gotta find out wherever it is

you're living and get you there.

We're gonna get you a doctor.

I think I should go to the police.

The police?

What, and fill out

one of the missing reports,

like the hundreds of others

filled out in this area?

You'll never hear back from them.

But I know where their bodies are.

Yeah, right.

Those big city cops are

hightailing down here

and-and-and they'll find all that

evidence before the wildlife eats it.

What am I supposed to do?

Never come back this way again.

Hell, you're a lucky girl.

You got out of there alive

and with all your pieces!

Look, miss,

what... what's your name?

Marybeth.

Marybeth Dunston.

Holy Christ, your Samson's kid.

Yes.

Get out!

- What?

- Get out of my house right now!

Get out, now!

You knew my daddy?

No.

But I know what your daddy did

and I want nothing to do with it.

I keep myself to myself,

and that ghost leaves me be.

But I can't have

nothing to do with you.

Get out!

But how am I supposed to get home?

Out that door is Lodge Road.

You take it a half a mile down,

you're gonna find a gas station,

you get a ride from there,

but I can't have nothing to do with you.

Get out!

I... but I... I don't understand.

You get out of my house,

Marybeth Dunston.

What's going on?

You want answers,

you go see Reverend Zombie.

Now, miss,

you get far, far away from here

or I swear to God

I will shoot you dead.

I didn't do nothing wrong.

I didn't know who she was.

It don't count.

All right, let's take a look

at tonight's haul.

What do we got here?

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That's it.

Play.

Man

Let's see something.

It's show time, huh?

- Whoo!

- There you go.

- Wait. Is this gonna be on

Bayou Beavers?

Score.

MAN:

Let's see what you can do.

Good, 'cause

I want my daddy to see this.

Whoo!

F*** you, Dad!

I hope that you're watching this...

Oh, yeah.

...because you love Danielle

more than me

and I hope that Bill at the office--

MAN:

Roll back, relax a little bit

maybe show us the other side

of Cindy--there we go.

Oh, you look fantastic.

Really nice.

Really nice.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

MAN:

No, you don't know me.

- Maybe put your hair up in a--

- No, no! I know you.

You're-you're my History teacher

from fifth grade.

- Oh, no.

- Mr. Barrett.

- I'm Mr. Shapiro

- Yeah--

MAN:

Hey, where are you going?

Mister, leave me alone.

MAN Come on.

Why don't you to lift up that shirt.

Let's see what you got

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