Swamp Thing Page #5

Yes.

Yes.

Four, five, six.

- How many notebooks were there?|- Six, I think.

But six ends with notes two weeks old.

It's unfinished.

There must be another,|a seventh notebook.

Ferret has just radioed, sir.|Something's happened.

What?

Something about a...

Well, you'd better|speak to him yourself, sir.

(roar)

- What?|- You're not gonna believe this.

Something incredible|came out of the swamps.

What came out of the swamps?

Some kind of animal or something.|It got the men.

We wouldn't be here|if it hadn't gone after the girl.

Girl? You mean you let her get away?

Uh-huh, here comes trouble.

Hi.

You in a plane crash?

Just been out walkin'.

Uh-huh.

You got a phone that works?

(woman) Operations.

This is 5-17. Operation Mount Pisba.

Get me my next immediate superior,|and hurry.

Hold on. I'm putting you through to Ritter.

- I think he's been neutrali...|- (click)

(buzz)

Yes?

This is mobile operator 3-4.|I have an emergency call for you.

Put the call through.

Ritter, this is Cable.|We've had a catastrophe out here.

What happened?

There was a hit on the compound.|Holland's dead. The lab's gone.

- I thought they got you, too.|- Uh, no, I was called away.

I think you were wrong about Arcane.|They knew what they were looking for...

Hold on, we'll get to you.|You can explain later. Where are you?

A gas station a mile south|of the road to the landing.

Right.

Oh, uh, did you manage to save anything?

Damn right. I got the last notebook.

Very good.|I'll be there before you know it.

Turn around.

- Doesn't anything work around here?|- Just me.

Kickin' it don't help nothin'.|You gotta punch it.

- Thanks.|- Nothin'. Name's Jude.

Cable.

Nice station. Your dad own it?

Look like your ride's got here.

(Ferret) Come on, let's go.

Don't be afraid.

Say that to someone|whose desk you ain't hidin' behind.

Is there a gun here?

What kinda place do you think this is?|Course there is.

Gun's a museum piece.

Stay here.

Took the words right outta my mouth.

Hey, greaseball!

She's mine.

She's got a gun.

Some gun. It blew up on the first shot.

Jam it. Jam it to the floor.

Wait a minute. There she is.

Go, go. Go get her. Go on.

Go on.

Watch the trees.

Go, go. Come on,|she's gainin' ground on you.

Faster.

Got her in the sights.

- It's back! Stop the jeep!|- Run him down.

Don't stop!

Help!

Shoo.

Go!

It's OK, it's OK. It's just me.

Jude, what are you doing here?

You think I'd stay at the station|while they're pumpin' it full of holes?

What happened to that thing?

It, uh...

hit a tree.

Must have been one of those hit-and-run|trees. It don't seem to be there now.

Some tree, all right.

There's a trapper's cabin nearby. Maybe|we can get you a fresh change of clothes.

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