Hatchet II Page #3

Halloween night...

Thomas tried to save his son

by chopping through the door

with a hatchet

and by accident,

killed his only son.

Get out here!

Get out here and

get what's coming to you!

You can't hide forever!

You killed my son.

You killed my son.

You killed my son.

The children responsible

hid behind their parents,

denied everything

and left Thomas Crowley to live out

the rest of his days in anguish.

You killed my son.

Years later, he finally passed

and the torture of this life was over.

But Victor Crowley would become

one of the most tragic

and heartbreaking tales of Louisiana.

A man trapped in the night

he was killed,

still out there,

wandering the swamp

each night trying to find his daddy.

No one knows the body count,

but for years after he died,

fishermen,

gator hunters,

and those who were just too

foolish to heed the tales,

all disappeared in that swamp

mutilated, murdered, massacred

and torn to pieces by the ghost

of Victor Crowley.

What does that have to do with me?

Your father, Samson,

was one of the three kids

who murdered Victor Crowley.

An accident, yes,

but a tragedy that has left

Honey lsland Swamp

cursed with the ghost of

Victor Crowley forever.

Uh.

I... I never--

Of course.

How could you know?

How do you know

that my dad was involved?

Because if I had been brave enough,

I would have been out there too.

I'm an old acquaintance of Samson.

- When Crowley came after us last night--

- You saw him?

Yes.

He looked at me

like he knew me.

Perhaps he could sense

who you really were.

Perhaps it was all on your mind.

Victor Crowley is what's known in

the paranormal world as a repeater.

His tragic and untimely death

has left him forced to relive

that moment night after night,

over and over.

All he knows is the fear and

revenge towards anybody who

steps foot in that swamp.

You knew all this was real

yet you still sent a tour boat

full of innocent people in there?

For what?

For what?

For money?

Shaun.

He wasn't supposed

to get that close.

He wasn't supposed

to stop for nothing.

Now I've had boats go into

that swamp for months now,

two months now,

with no worries.

Besides you knew the legend.

You went in there knowing

the story as did your father,

I went in--

who more than anybody

should have known better.

I went in there to find them

and I did!

Not many people have seen

the face of Victor Crowley

and lived to tell about it.

Consider yourself lucky.

Lucky?

My family is gone!

I'm sorry for your loss.

- Take me back there.

- What?

I can't leave them there.

Please.

Please.

I just wanna take them home.

What you want is revenge.

It's a bad idea, Marybeth Dunston.

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