Hatchet II Page #5

you know that.

He's always been my best friend.

Even all those years I lived up north,

we'd talk all the time.

Reverend Zombie said dad was

one of the people responsible

for Victor Crowley's death.

Is that true?

Reverend Zombie?

Why are you talking to that low-life?

He's a thief and crook

with his bogus voodoo shops

and his fake souvenirs.

Well, he said that he knew

the people that were involved.

He's full of horse-sh*t.

- Reverend Zombie said--

- Reverend Zombie said!

Why do you call him that?

His name is Clive Washington

for Christ's sake.

The only thing he's reverend of

is being an a**hole.

Did you know that

Victor Crowley was real?

- He's not real.

- I saw him.

He murdered everyone

in front of me.

Let the police handle this.

- First things--

- No!

So you think that I'm lying?

Let's take a ride.

We can go to the hospital and

you can tell the cops all about it.

I'm going back to the swamp

with Reverend Zombie.

Over my dead body are you

going to that god damn swamp.

Now you listen to me,

young lady.

With yourfather gone,

I'm responsible for you now

and I absolutely forbid you

to have anything to do with

him or that swamp!

He suggested

that I bring you along.

- He did, didn't he?

- Mm-hmm.

Come with me.

You'll see Victor Crowley is real.

Let's take a ride.

Can we wait?

Please.

I will go to the police.

I will do whatever it is that

you think that we need to do.

I just... I just really

need to be alone for a bit.

Come on.

Please.

Please, Uncle Bob,

just a few hours.

All right,

I'll be back in an hour.

I'll call the police myself.

- Get to the bottom of this.

- Okay.

Marybeth,

please promise me you'll stay

away from Reverend Zombie.

I promise.

Ah-ha, come on in.

I see you!

Welcome to Reverend Zombie's

House of Voodoo.

Grab a complimentary Chips Ahoy

and take a seat.

Hurry.

S'il vous plait.

The meeting is about to start.

Yes. Ha-ha.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Welcome to the House of Voodoo.

Take a seat and don't forget

we have a sale on charms and

potions today only.

Drop the phony accent, a**hole.

I ain't no god damn tourist.

Chips Ahoy?

F*** off.

Hey.

Ah, he-hey, uh, did you wanna

get on the mailing list?

Um, you can just

gimme your number, I mean.

I mean you don't have to

gimme but you...

Slut.

Layton?

Oh, my god,

I didn't expect to see you here.

Come on, Avery.

What?

What are you doing here?

They said 500 bucks.

Why not?

Okay, so this is how

we say hello now?

Please.

Your phone don't get

messages anymore either?

You know why I'm here?

I need the $500

to help pay for my wedding.

My wedding, Avery.

I am not getting

into this with you.

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