Man-Thing

There is a sacred place

in the deep swamp...

where the mangrove trees

grow close together...

and the rays of the sun

are never seen.

My people call this place

The Dark Water.

the spirit of the swamp lives.

This place was always filled

with life and beauty...

but evil men have changed that...

with their drills...

their pipes...

greed...

and murder.

Now the swamp cries out

a warning.

A time of retribution is here.

- Wait!

- Hey!

Wait!

Come on.

Not here, Billy.

Wait!

Sarah!

Stop!

- I mean it, Sarah, stop!

- Come on, Billy.

I don't want to.

Come on back to the fire.

This swamp's dangerous.

You're out of your goddamn mind.

You've heard the stories

about this place.

Hey, people disappear down here

all the time, girl.

Why you being so crazy?

- Afraid of the dark, Billy-boy?

- No...

- but this place has bad Mojo.

- 'Fraidy-cat.

Oh sh*t!

- You still afraid, Billy-boy?

- We shouldn't be out here.

Holy sh*t.

You seem like a virgin, Billy.

I ain't no f***ing virgin.

- Oh my God!

- You liked that, baby?

That's good.

Oh my God!

So... you're taking me

the scenic route, huh?

What're you doing here, boy?

Start a new life.

Looking for peace and quiet

you know?

You city boys sure are funny.

Why do they call it

Bywater?

Because it's by the water.

No ma'am, I can't.

I'm sorry,

but I have to stay put.

I don't know where your son is.

- I got to get out of this town.

- Why would you leave Paradise?

- You scared the sh*t out of me.

- Sorry.

I'm Kyle Williams,

the new sheriff.

- You must be Eric Fraser.

- Yeah, Fraser'll do.

- What?

- No offence, but...

well, I just expected someone

more...

more experienced.

- I mean, considering...

- Considering what?

See Sheriff Corely, he...

well...

he kind of went insane

before he disappeared.

Lots of missing persons

for a small town.

I guess they didn't fill you in

all the way.

This Indian medicine man,

Ted Sallis...

was the first one to disappear.

Corely thought

Sallis put a curse on By water.

- I can take all this down.

- No.

Leave it.

- So, what do you think?

- I don't know.

'Gator attacks.

Murder, possibly.

Another disappeared last night.

Local boy.

- Billy James.

- Jesus.

- Who's Rene Laroque?

- A local troublemaker.

Corely thought he was

involved with Sallis.

Called him a shape shifter.

- But we could never catch him.

- Why can't you?

Why can't we catch him?

Hell, you ain't been

in that swamp before? Well...

Deputy Fraser.

Oh hey Val.

It's the coroner.

Wh-what?

Oh my God!

Is that Billy?

Yeah.

That's Billy.

Fraser, you go wait outside.

Yeah, okay.

Cause of death?

Only thing large enough...

around here is a gator.

The girl who was with him

might have seen what happened.

She's down at the hospital.

Is this normal?

This green stuff?

Sheriff, this body has been in

the swamp. You understand?

Yeah. For one night.

Mr. Schist called,

a disturbance at the oil site.

You go.

I'll stick with this.

He wants you to handle it.

Said he wants you to see

what he's up against.

Okay.

I want a full autopsy.

You got it.

I appreciate your right

to free assembly...

but this here

is private property.

Now, we can cut you out

one by one...

or you can tell me

where the key is to that chain.

This is not a goddamn park

this is a worksite.

Surely, you've got a home

to go to.

I've been real patient with you.

- You're all trespassing.

- You listen to the man!

I'm giving you one last chance...

to disperse!

Or I'll drag you out

by that chain!

Fraser, I'm real glad

you're here.

- I want all these folk arrested.

- Now, now.

This is Kyle Williams,

our new Sheriff.

- Sheriff, this is Jake Schist.

- Morning.

He's foreman,

heading up...

the new drilling.

Good, you can arrest them.

Arresting them all is difficult.

I'll see what I can do.

All right everyone...

I appreciate your right

to free assembly...

but this is a privately

owned site.

Your actions here are illegal.

Get your asses off the mud

and go home.

Who the hell are you?

The new Sheriff.

Well, have a taste

of country hospitality, Sheriff.

Our asses aren't moving.

Go f*** a tree,

you hippie b*tch.

Here.

- Fraser!

- Got it, Chief.

Ma'am, right or wrong

it's my job.

It's about a different law.

Schist has committed

a crime here...

for long enough.

You've got handcuffs,

put them on Schist.

Bolt cutters.

Hey, what are you doing?

Sheriff, I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

- Walk or ride?

- What did you say?

Put me down! This is a violation

of my civil rights.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say...

- Who do you think you are?

- Fraser! Cut them loose.

I want an attorney.

- You have a right to an attorney.

- I want a lawyer.

If you can't afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you.

Get in the car.

You'd better be arresting me.

I'll kick your city-boy...

Got in straight to work,

Sheriff.

I like that.

Howdy Sheriff.

Frederic Schist.

Kyle Williams.

Hell of a way

to spend your first day.

I hate this, these

are good folk.

I sympathize.

Can't let the goddamn flies

spoil the picnic, Sheriff.

You'll hear a lot about me.

I'm the big fish in the

small pond.

Bottom line...

I'm breaking no law.

No American law anyways.

And I paid a bundle for this land.

What do you mean American laws?

Well, you're going hear that

honey that you arrested...

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