Hatchet III

[metal blades slashing, chainsaw revving]

Shit.

I should have gone on a swamp tour.

I know. I swear he's gotta have a meth lab...

I don't know what else to tell ya, Hamilton.

Just get the neighbor to quiet down.

Look, we've got every major drunk

from Mardi Gras down here.

There's no room.

He tried to give me a speeding ticket.

Just make it happen.

Yes, sir.

How are we doing, Winslow?

Morning, Sheriff.

Well, New Orleans PD sent us another handful

to hold overnight

and Hamilton is out at Sable Ranch.

Again?

All in all, not that bad a year.

Honestly, not bad at all.

Oh, she's got a gun!

I killed him.

Drop the gun, now!

Get on the floor, now!

Arms up.

On the floor!

Spread 'em!

Wait, she has something in her hand.

What is it?

Oh, god!

It's a fucking scalp.

Who-Who'd you kill?

They're all dead.

Who's dead?

Honey Island Swamp.

I need an available boat unit

out to Honey Island Swamp now.

Hamilton, are you there?

I killed him.

I killed him.

Any injuries?

Nothing noticeable, sir.

Are you trying to tell me

that none of that blood is hers?

How many bodies did you say there were?

Twenty, thirty.

And you're the only one who made it?

Just a few scratches?

No major injuries, huh?

You see how this could look just a tiny bit suspicious,

don't you?

there is no answer at the Dunston house.

Try again.

I have. Five times.

Well then get in your car and drive over there,

Deputy Elbert.

Yes, sir.

I'm on it.

Nobody's home.

Crowley killed them all.

Enough about Victor Crowley.

We know who Victor Crowley is.

And we also know what reality is.

So, let me see if I got this straight.

You suspected Victor Crowley of killing your father and your&?

- Brother. - Brother, right.

So you jumped in a swamp tour boat,

an illegal swamp tour boat,

and headed back out into the swamp

armed with nothing but a handgun.

A ghost wiped out everyone in front of you.

You found out that your family was dead

and you barely escape with your life.

But then the next night,

you go back out into that same swamp,

chase that same damn ghost

and you bring more people with you?

Now why would you do something like that?

That has to be the stupidest story

and some of the most idiotic and contrived

decision making I've ever heard.

I am telling you the truth.

I don't think you realize

the kind of deep shit you're in, little girl!

You come into a goddamn police station

covered in someone else's blood, head to toe,

you're carrying a weapon

and a piece of somebody's fucking head!

And the best you got for me for an alibi

is some kind of urban legend?

Hey!

I am talking to you.

Let me tell you something.

You go up in front of the judge

you better come up with a better excuse than what's--

- Sheriff, come in. - Yeah, I'm here.

Sir, it's, uh&

What is it, Hamilton? Spit it out!

It's a fucking massacre out here, sir.

I mean, we've only covered about 40 yards

and we already come up with four bodies.

I mean, I mean&

Jesus, they don't even have faces, Louis.

Look, we're gonna have to call in every goddamn paramedic

in the state and a full recovery team right away.

We're talking about DNA

and dental records level shit out here, man.

Shit, they're going to have only teeth though.

Uh, we got a girl in custody.

Uh, I'm on my way.

Uh, we're gonna call in state, Sheriff.

we're dealing with down here.

Shit, we keep finding pieces everywhere.

I said, I am on my way, Deputy.

Sir, do you want me to go?

Get the fire and paramedics out there right away.

I'm on it.

This is Deputy Winslow. I need all available...

These dead bodies ain't finding themselves.

Come on now.

Double time.

an official comment till there's been a full investigation

I'll probably gonna be out there all day--what?

Sheriff, I think you have a, uh--

Shit.

Hi, Louis.

- Okay, seriously-- - I need this.

I need this, Louis.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, come on.

Multiple bodies, Honey Island Swamp,

girl in custody.

That is police business, okay?

Oh, this has Victor Crowley written all over it.

Are you out of your mind?

Please let me on that scene.

Let me cover this story.

Get in line.

I've been a punch line on the media blacklist

for my Crowley study.

This is an opportunity for me.

Crowley study?

Is that what you're calling it right now?

I thought it was more like, uh,

obsessive sensationalism.

Now, you just listen here.

I want it.

I would like to have the access.

Please, let me break this story.

Please, Louis.

all we know is there's a possible murder

outside of Jefferson Parish.

No further comment.

I heard massacre.

I heard unidentified bodies in pieces.

- Jesus H Christ Amandai, - Faces missing?

that is a police frequency. Stay off of it.

I have First Amendment rights, Louis.

Come on.

Let me work on this story.

Give me a chance here.

It's me.

So, how's Arwin?

No worms or fleas or since she's been living with me.

Well, maybe a vulture picked them off.

Sheriff, sheriff, sheriff.

Come on, guys, I can't.

Not today, please. Come on.

Give us any information at all, please.

Blood suckers.

Sheriff, come on. Something.

Hey, Elliot.

How you doing?

Not today, Mrs. Fowler.

Well actually it's Miss Perlman now.

Well, you'll always be Mrs. Fowler to me.

And it's deputy now.

That's nice.

How's Adrianne?

We broke up...2005.

Oh.

So, where's the suspect?

That's none of your concern.

Really?

'Cause I'm about to post her bail.

All right, people, we're gonna have to split up the recovery

search a few more miles.

Hyde keeps finding pieces.

Which way?

They keep popping up everywhere.

Right.

Where the hell are the paramedics?

Always the last one on the scene,

you know that.

Speak of the devils, huh?

You Hamilton?