-(INSECTS BUZZING)
-(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(MAN NARRATING) 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."
It is here that the spirit
of the swamp lives.
(THUNDERCLAP)
This place was always filled
with life and beauty.
But evil men have changed that...
with their drills, their pipes...
greed and m*rder.
Now the swamp
cries out a warning:
A time of retribution is here.
(WOMAN SQUEALING, LAUGHING)
-(CHATTERING)
-♪ (ROCK ON RADIO)
♪ Once, I ran to you ♪
♪ Now I'll run from you ♪
♪ This tainted love
You've given ♪
♪ I give you all
A girl could give you ♪
-(PANTING, MOANING)
-sh*t.
-Wait!
-Hey!
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.
(SARAH LAUGHING)
You're out of your g*dd*mn mind!
(SQUEALS, LAUGHS)
-(BOTTLE SHATTERS)
-You heard the stories about this place.
Hey. People disappear down here
all the time, girl.
Why you being so crazy, huh?
You're not afraid of the dark,
are you, Billy boy?
Hell, no. That ain't it.
This place has got bad mojo.
-'Fraidy-cat.
-sh*t!
(GUTTURAL GROWL)
(PANTING, MOANING)
-You still afraid, Billy boy?
-We shouldn't be doin' this out here.
Holy sh*t!
-You seem like a virgin, Billy.
-(CHUCKLES)
I ain't no f*ckin' virgin.
(MOANING)
-Oh, my God!
-You liked that, huh, baby?
That was good, huh?
(GASPING)
Oh, my God!
(SCREAMING)
♪ I'm like
A dead man walking ♪
♪ Feel my pain ♪
♪ Don't feel like I'm modern ♪
♪ But maybe I am ♪
♪ To you, I'm the devil
With a g*n in my hand ♪
♪ But I'm still
A dead man walking ♪
(MAN) So, you're taking me
the scenic route, huh?
What in the hell are you
doin' down here anyway, boy?
Start a new life maybe.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet.
You know.
(LAUGHS)
You city boys sure are funny.
♪ And freedom ♪
Why do they call it Bywater?
Because it's "by the water."
♪ And freedom ♪
♪ I said, freedom ♪
♪ Something that I've ♪
♪ Never had ♪
♪ Never had ♪
No, ma'am. No, I can't.
-I'm sorry, but I have to stay put.
-(WOMAN SHOUTING OVER PHONE)
Ma'am, I don't know
where your son is.
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
I gotta get out of this town.
-Why would you wanna leave paradise?
-Geez! (SIGHS)
-Man, you scared the sh*t out of me.
-Sorry about that.
I'm Kyle Williams, the new sheriff.
You must be Eric Fraser, yeah?
Yeah. Fraser'll do.
-What?
-No offense, but--
Well, I just expected someone more--
more experienced,
-I mean, considerin'--
-Considering what?
(FRASER)
See, Sheriff Corely, he, uh--
Well--
He kind of went insane
before he disappeared.
(KYLE) That's a lot of missing persons
for a small town.
I guess they didn't
fill you in all the way.
It started with this Indian medicine man--
Ted Sallis.
He was the first one to disappear.
Corely thought
Sallis put a curse on Bywater.
Hey, I can take all this down.
Leave it.
-So what do you think, Fraser?
-I don't know.
Gator att*cks. m*rder, possibly.
Possibly.
Another one disappeared last night.
Local boy. Billy James.
-Jesus.
-Yeah.
Who's Rene Laroque?
He's a local troublemaker.
Corely thought he and Sallis
were in this together.
Called him a shape-shifter.
-But we could never catch him.
-Why can't you catch him?
Why can't we catch him?
Hell, you ain't never been in that swamp
before, have you? Well--
(RINGING)
Deputy Fraser. Hey, Val.
It's the coroner. Whoa, whoa. What?
(GASPS)
Oh, my God.
Is that Billy?
Yeah.
-That's Billy.
-(GAGGING)
Fraser, you go wait outside.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Cause of death?
Only thing around here large enough
to do this, Sheriff, is a gator.
There's a girl that was with him.
She might've seen what happened.
She's down at the hospital here.
Is this normal?
This green stuff?
Sheriff, this body has been in the swamp.
You understand?
Yeah, for one night.
Mr. Schist just called.
There's a disturbance at the oil site.
Can you go?
I'd like to stick with this right now.
Mr. Schist asked
if you could handle it personally.
Said he wants the new sheriff to see
what he's been up against.
Okay.
-I want a full autopsy.
-You got it.
(MAN OVER BULLHORN) I appreciate
your right to free assembly...
but this here's private property.
Now, we can cut you out
one by one...
or one of you can tell me
where the key is to that chain.
This is not a g*dd*mn playground.
This is a work site!
-Surely you got a home to go to, girlie.
-(SHOUTING, INDISTINCT)
Now, I've been real patient with you folk.
-But you all are trespassin'.
-You just listen to the man!
I'm givin' you one last chance
to disperse!
Or else, I'm gonna drag you out
by that chain--
Fraser, I'm real glad you're here.
-I want all these folk arrested.
-Now, now,Jake.
This is Kyle Williams, our new sheriff.
-Sheriff, this is Jake Schist.
-Mornin'.
He's a foreman here for his dad,
headin' up the new drillin' operations.
Good. You can arrest 'em.
Arresting all of them
might be a little difficult.
Let me see what I can do.
All right, everyone!
I appreciate
your right to free assembly...
but this is
a privately-owned work site.
-(YELLING, SHOUTING)
-Your actions here are illegal.
You gotta get your asses
up out of the mud and go home.
-Who the hell are you?
-I'm the new sheriff, ma'am.
Well, have a taste
of country hospitality, Sheriff.
Our asses aren't goin' anywhere.
Why don't y'all
go f*ck a tree, ya hippie bitch?
-Here.
-Got it, chief.
Ma'am, right or wrong, this is my job.
This is about
a different kind of law, Sheriff.
Schist has been committing a crime
against these people...
on this land for long enough.
You got handcuffs.
Put 'em on Schist.
-(PROTESTORS MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)
-Bolt cutters.
What are you doin'?
-(PROTESTORS LAUGHING)
-Sheriff, I-I'm sorry.
Are you all right?
-Walk or ride?
-What did you say?
Put me down! What are you're doin'?
This is a violation of my civil rights!
-Put me down now!
-You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.
-Who do you think you are?
-Fraser, cut everyone loose.
I want to speak to my attorney!
-You have the 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.
-(GRUNTS)
You had better be arresting me,
'cause I'm gonna kick your city-boy a--
Got in straight to work, Sheriff.
I like that.
Howdy, Sheriff. Frederic Schist.
Hell of a way to spend
your first day on the job, Kyle.
I hate this. I really do.
These are good folk.
I sympathize.
Can't let the g*dd*mn flies
spoil the picnic, Sheriff.
You're gonna hear
a lot about me around here.
I'm the big fish in the small pond.
Bottom line is,
I'm not breakin' any laws.
Not any American laws anyways.
And I paid a bundle for this land.
What do you mean, "American laws"?
Well, you're gonna hear
that honey that you arrested...
singin' about tribal laws.
Horseshit excuses for t*rrorists...
to put sand in my gears.
But is there something
you wanna tell me?
Something specific?
You're a straight sh**t, ain't you?
I like that.
Well, there is someone specific.
Rene Laroque. He's part Indian.
Hell, he could be out there
in the swamp killin' people.
Lives out there like an animal.
Sir, before I arrest anybody, I need
to conduct my own proper investigation.
Of course you do.
What I'm sayin' is,
it needs to be sooner rather than later.
Let me tell you--
when the dust has settled...
you'll find this a nice place to live.
-Isn't that right,Jake?
-Yes, sir.
Real nice place to live.
-I'll make sure of it.
-Thank you, Mr. Schist.
Get that dozer movin'!
Pa.
He's kind of young
to be a sheriff, ain't he?
Yes, he is. That's the idea.
-(KYLE) Name?
-Teri Elizabeth Richards.
-Occupation?
-I teach third grade.
You think getting arrested's setting
a good example for your students?
I think standin' up for your principles
sets a good example.
So, yes, I do.
So, you've been arrested five times.
One more and you get the decoder ring.
Sheriff, that swamp has been
my backyard since I was born.
It's part of me, and I happen to love it.
That's not Schist's land.
It's ancestral land,
and it's sacred to the tribe.
Besides, the tribe didn't see
a cent of Schist's money.
Their leader, Ted Sallis, took it and ran.
Okay.
Okay, I'm listening.
No one wants to see, because Schist
is so busy pumpin' money into the town.
But, Sheriff, this swamp is dying.
People are dying.
(KYLE)
Rene Laroque.
Do you know him?
Sheriff, this is a small town.
Everybody knows everybody.
-Can you help me find him?
-He's not that easy to find.
Okay. You can go.
-You're not chargin' me?
-Like you said, it's a small town.
So if I was to charge a third-grade
schoolteacher whose worst crime...
is caring for the environment...
on my first day--
That's not the way
I'd like to get started.
-You can go.
-Fine.
-Mornin', Sheriff.
-How you doin'?
(CHATTERING)
(CHATTERING STOPS)
I thought diners
were supposed to be friendly.
Well, for the new sheriff,
first coffee's free.
-Thank you.
-Second one is twice the price.
-There you go.
-Thanks.
-Mornin', Sheriff.
-How you doin'?
What brings you here--
warrant or pleasure?
Got a sweet tooth.
Well, Sheriff Williams,
meet another sugar addict.
This is Pete Horn.
Pete, this is the nice man
that arrested me yesterday.
Howdy.
Pleased to meet you, Sheriff.
Pleasure, Pete.
-Do you mind?
-Here.
-Breakfast, Sheriff?
-Eggs and grits, I guess.
(DOGS GROWLING, BARKING)
-Can I help you?
-No, I don't think you can.
But I could help you.
Welcome to Dodge City, Sheriff.
This is the showdown, man.
All the legends around here are true.
-It's incredible.
-Yeah?
Come out to my place in the swamp, man,
and I could show you some things...
if you have the courage to believe.
Ploog! What the hell you doin',
you freaky piece of sh*t?
-(BARKING)
-Heel, boys. Heel.
I told you not to
bring them dogs in here.
-I didn't realize you were the law here.
-You're lucky I didn't eat 'em.
(LAUGHING)
Good luck, Sheriff. You have a fine time
with the Bywater breakfast club.
I've seen this show before.
I gotta go.
Bye, Pete.
-You take care.
-Got a kiss for me?
Yeah, right.
Don't go fillin' the new sheriff's head
with your bullshit, Ploog.
Hey. Don't pay him
no never mind, Sheriff.
-He co*n crazy.
-Crazy as a co*n.
Hey!
-That sure is one shiny new badge.
-Hey, hey.
-Don't put your hands on me, mister.
-Thibodeaux.
-Wayne Thi-bo-deaux.
-Yeah.
Why don't you take your friend, Mr.--
Rodney Thibodeaux. We're brothers.
Well, your mother must be proud.
So, please, sit down, gentlemen.
Let a man have his coffee.
Hey! I was just foolin'.
Just jokin' with ya.
(PATRONS MURMURING)
No man can stand against it alone.
-What?
-Something is out there...
waiting.
♪ (SINGING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
♪ (SINGING CONTINUES)
-How long has she been like this?
-Since they brought her in.
-It's like we're not even here.
-Tell me if anything changes.
-(SCREAMING)
-Jesus!
(PETE SPEAKING
IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(OVER RADIO) Sheriff? Fraser.
Schist wants you back over at the work site.
Thanks for fittin' us
into your busy schedule, Sheriff.
Fraser could've come out earlier.
I think you need to see this
for yourself.
-You had some vandalism here last night?
-You could call it that.
Had to cancel an entire day's work.
They hit every rig.
Slashed the belts, slashed the pipes.
Hell, this time,
they stole some dynamite.
I'm already months behind here.
You understand, Sheriff?
You gonna do a damn thing about
Rene Laroque, or just take pictures?
You think this was done by Laroque?
(LAUGHS) Hell, yeah!
Red-skinned m*therf*cker.
And that old madman Pete Horn,
he's behind this too.
Yeah? Don't you think he's a little old
to be running a revolution?
It don't make no difference
how old they get.
You can't trust 'em--
injuns and coloreds both.
-Steve, I don't think the sheriff needs--
-They hate us!
The first chance they get,
they strike at you.
First thing, they're
snoopin' around stealin' things.
Next thing you know,
they'll burn this place to the ground.
You see if they don't.
You can't trust 'em. sh*t.
There's all kinds of people
you can't trust in this world, mister.
I put r*cist assholes
at the top of that list.
Hey, come on, bubba.
They all think I ripped 'em off.
Hell, Sheriff, I was the one
that overpaid for swampland.
It was that old crook Sallis
who started this.
It was!
He skipped town with the money.
He's one of their own.
Someone breaks the law,
they have my full attention.
But as far as I'm concerned, this is
an open case until I get hard evidence.
Whatever your beliefs are, Sheriff,
you better take care.
There's more things in that swamp
than you'll ever understand.
This is a dark corner of the world, boy.
You better keep your lights on.
Yeah, go ahead, Sheriff.
I'm drivin' back from the work site,
checkin' the perimeter of the swamp.
I'm losing you, Sheriff.
You be careful out there, Sheriff.
♪ (ROCK)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GUTTURAL GROWL, FAINT)
What?
sh*t.
This is ridiculous.
Is that you, Laroque?
Where you goin'?
Did you get him?
Did you get a bead on him?
g*dd*mn it!
I ain't chasin'.
Ain't no Indian
gonna make me run!
No, sir.
(ANIMAL SCREECHING)
Keep your hands
where I can see them!
Show me your hands!
Are you Rene Laroque?
Don't f*cking move!
I'm Sheriff Kyle Williams.
I will put you down.
Go home...
or you will die.
(ANIMAL SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
-(g*nf*re IN DISTANCE)
-sh*t!
Quit f*ckin' around, man!
Get back up here
and finish your watch!
-(FAINT GROWLING)
-What the--
Now what?
Come on, man!
-I'm done with f*ckin' around!
-(GROWLING)
(SCREECHING)
Oh, f*ck! (PANTING)
New sheriff?
Meet the old sheriff--
Jim Corely.
Poor guy.
There's hardly anything left of him.
He's been missin' for over a month.
How'd you end up findin' him?
Just lucky, I guess.
Right.
Noticed somethin' here.
See this?
Right around here?
Classic bite pattern
of a large mississippiensis--
common southern alligator.
-There's no doubt about this one.
-This one?
(RINGING)
Mind gettin' that?
Please?
-County coroner's office.
-Sheriff?
Yeah.
Fraser, speak up.
Clean up.
I need you on a field trip.
Cool.
I'll get my kit, Sheriff.
You okay?
Now, you focus, Eric. You can be
freaked out later, but not on the job.
Yeah.
-What the hell could do that?
-I don't know.
Could this be some kind of...
ritualistic thing?
(SIGHS) I have no idea,
Sheriff. No idea at all.
(COUGHS)
How can you shove a branch
down someone's throat like that?
Let me show you something.
See the teeth?
Position of the tongue?
Sheriff, this branch wasn't shoved in.
It's comin' from the inside out.
-See, the other bodies--
-What other bodies?
(EXHALES)
I need a cigarette.
-Do you have to smoke?
-Definitely.
Sheriff, three of our missin' persons...
they washed up
over the past several months.
Now, they all had--
Well, not like this, Sheriff,
but more like Billy, you know?
Swamp stuff growin' inside of 'em...
comin' out from inside,
you understand?
Why wasn't this in the file?
Corely wouldn't even let me
do an autopsy on 'em, Sheriff.
-He insisted I file them as gator att*cks.
-What did you think they were?
-Hell, I-I figured, what the f*ckin' else could they be?
-(SCHIST) What the hell? g*dd*mn it!
What man could do that?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(TERI) Sheriff!
I just talked to Val. You're going
to get Rene, aren't you?
Teri, please, just let me do my job.
What, you're gonna hunt him down
like some kind of animal?
If he's innocent, then he'll walk.
But I can't just sit on my hands
and watch other people die.
-Rene would never do something like that.
-How do you know that?
I saw Rene less than two miles
from where Steve Gerber was m*rder*d.
-If he's the one behind it--
-Sheriff!
-You're not listening to me. I know Rene.
-Yeah, well, that's pretty obvious.
-Hey, Kyle!
-What?
I think Jake Schist is hirin'
the Thibodeauxs to go after Rene.
Don't you see what's goin' on here?
(FRASER) We'd better get over there
and talk to 'em.
-I'll lock up.
-g*dd*mn it!
(COUGHING)
-You smell that?
-That's bad.
(WHISTLING)
What y'all doin' out here, Fraser?
Shoppin' for somethin'
for your new girlfriend there?
Well, Rodney,
your mama called my mama...
and she told my mama that Jake
was out here gettin' you boys...
mixed up in our investigation.
Hey.
(CHAINSAW ENGINE IDLING)
Well, well.
We in trouble?
-Hell, we ain't done nothin' yet.
-Shut up, Wayne.
So what brings you
to the sh*t shack,Jake?
Hey, you want a beer?
That's right. You on duty.
(CHUCKLING)
Jake here was just tellin' us
what happened to Steve Gerber.
-Nasty.
-Real bad.
Yeah. I'd appreciate
you not discussing the investigation.
Hey, get them heads
out the formaldehyde!
sh*t! I bet you overcooked 'em.
When they get overcooked,
the skin bursts.
They dry all crackly-lookin' and weird.
-f*cked up?
-Nope. We're good.
Well, lacquer 'em up quick.
You know how them
dumb Yankee tourists likes 'em shiny.
(LAUGHING)
-(RODNEY GROANING)
-Just so there's no misunderstanding.
If I see any one of you in that swamp
lookin' for Rene Laroque...
(GROANING INTENSIFIES)
I won't hesitate to throw
the book at you. Get up!
Me and my brother, we're just a couple
of good old boys tryin' to make a livin'.
Ain't no need to get unfriendly-like.
Yeah, well, Mr. Thibodeaux...
that's about as friendly
as I'm gonna get.
Come on.
-(GRUNTS)
-Get inside!
Stupid, Jake.
(FRASER) That about does it
for the main channels.
I wanna find Laroque
before anyone else does.
Gettin' dark, sir.
Just take me to the deep swamp, Fraser.
Okay.
(CHANTING IN
NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING, STALLS)
sh*t!
Perfect timing.
I hate this swamp.
Sheriff, if I don't fix this engine...
the battery will die,
and we'll lose the lights.
(KYLE) Well,
I hope you can fix it, Fraser.
Why don't they write
a manual for these things?
(CLATTERING)
(FRASER MUTTERING,
INDISTINCT)
-(INSECT BUZZING)
-There's too many things alive out here.
Yeah, I'd like to remain one of 'em.
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(GROWLING)
-(STOMACH GROWLING)
-(GROANING)
Hey, where you runnin'?
You always make the coffee
too strong, Wayne.
My sh*t's boilin'.
Well, get downwind
and squeeze it off.
Don't wanna let Sheriff Cranky Pants
have a chance of pickin' up your stink.
Believe me, it'll be quick.
-(FARTING SOUNDS)
-(SIGHING)
(SOFT GROWL)
(PANTING)
(MUTTERS)
f*ckin' swamp.
sh*t! sh*t!
-Hey!
-Stinkin' mud!
You shat yourself.
(LAUGHING)
-Your whole self.
-I fell in the mud, you scrotum.
(SNIFFING) Sure it wasn't
your own mud?
I'm gettin' pretty g*dd*mn
sick of your sh*t, Wayne.
Come on.
We're brothers, Rodney.
-That's my job.
-Let's get on with this job.
Let's go get us an Injun skull.
Mike Ploog. Yeah, I met him.
-He's a weird guy.
-Yeah, that's Ploog, all right.
Moved here about six months ago.
Took a place right in the middle
of the swamp.
Told me he saw the Loch Ness monster
when he was a boy.
What's at Ploog's?
He's got a couple extra canoes
tied up to his porch.
We'll need 'em if we wanna get home.
Or go deeper,
if that plan still stands.
What are you afraid of, Fraser?
The Dark Water.
Sacred land, man.
If I was Rene, that's where I'd be.
And I can show you to the edge...
but badge or no badge,
that's as far as I'll go.
You really believe in all this?
I believe that when a man's chest
becomes an insect's palace...
when his eyes are gone
and his limbs ain't there no more...
and when I'm so scared I wanna
handcuff myself to my bed...
to keep from comin' to work--
yeah, I believe it, man.
I believe I don't wanna die, Sheriff.
I can't see ya! Wait up!
(GROWLING)
Damn! Mud bank!
You'd best get
your sorry ass on back here!
(ANIMAL SCREECHES)
What the--
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
What--
(GASPING)
(SCREAMING)
(ANIMAL SCREECHING)
(ANIMAL HOWLING
IN DISTANCE)
(FRASER)
There it is. That's Ploog's.
Hey, Ploog!
Mike, you there?
It's Fraser.
It's locked.
Somethin's wrong.
Don't feel right.
Why don't you stay here?
You wait for Ploog.
-I'll go find Rene.
-Hey, what? Wait.
Fraser, I need you to wait here...
in case I flush him out.
You're here to grab him.
If the Thibodeauxs come by,
well, you can handle 'em.
Yeah, yeah, okay.
Okay, chief.
-(BIRD SCREECHING)
-Keep your eyes open, Fraser.
Yeah, it's all good, chief.
I'll be right here.
-Okay.
-(WATER SPLASHING)
Smart, Kyle.
Take the Bywater job.
-Get a tan...
-(INSECT BUZZING)
-beer belly...
-(INSECT BUZZING)
-(BUZZING CONTINUES)
-lots of sun.
Get f*ckin' eaten alive.
g*dd*mn it!
Make me turn my ass around and come back
all this way just to look for you?
Son of a bitch.
Wayne, where you at?
Is that you?
Jesus! Lord!
What the hell happened to you?
-(SCREAMING)
-(SCREECHING)
(WATER SPLASHING)
(BIRD SCREECHING)
Hey, Mike!
Mike Ploog, is that you?
It's Deputy Fraser.
Now, no g*dd*mn sneaking up,
ya hear?
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
Hey, Ploog!
Wait up!
(WATER SPLASHING)
-(CREAKING)
-(GASPS)
(WATER SPLASHES)
It's Sheriff Williams.
I just wanna talk.
There's a couple of rednecks out here
who want to do a lot more than that.
Rene...
I wanna talk about
what happened to Ted Sallis.
(WATER SPLASHING)
(GASPING)
What are you doing?
Joining the hunt, Sheriff.
(GROWLS)
-Mike?
-(CREAKING)
-Is somebody there? Hello?
-(WATER SPLASHES)
Didn't I tell you to go home?
If you're not who they say you are,
just cut me down.
Who do they say I am?
They say you're the one responsible
for people disappearing.
-(CHUCKLES) No.
-Then who is?
Only the swamp knows the answer to that.
-Not everyone's against you, Rene.
-Yeah?
There are some people
who believe you're innocent.
No one is innocent, Sheriff,
especially not me.
I convinced Schist to buy up
all the Indian land--the swampland.
So you sold out.
We had nothing.
I thought the money
would help the tribe.
-What went wrong?
-Ted Sallis wouldn't sell.
I thought he did sell.
(CHUCKLES)
That man would never have sold this land,
and he would never have run.
Are you saying Ted Sallis
was m*rder*d?
I'm saying, right after he disappeared...
Schist stuck a rig in the center
of our most sacred place, the Dark Water.
The guardian here won't stop
until the flow of oil has stopped.
-Pete Horn said something was out here.
-We never once saw eye-to-eye.
But Pete thinks his prayers can stop it.
-I've got my own plans.
-(SCREECHING, GROWLING)
Run, or it'll k*ll you!
Rene, wait!
Hey, Kyle, is that you?
Kyle, over here!
Man, it's good to see you.
Listen--Jesus!
-(GROANING)
-Fraser!
-(FRASER SCREAMING)
-(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
-(GROANING, SHOUTING)
-(FLESH TEARING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(SCREECHING)
(GROANING)
(COUGHS)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
What the f*ck are you doing,
you sick bastard?
Jesus! I'm taking pictures, man!
I'm a photographer!
Yeah, of my deputy's g*dd*mn arm,
you assh*le!
Look, I was tracking the thing
-through the swamp, okay?
-(BARKING)
Like I've been doing for months.
This time I got close. I got so close.
What did you do to my deputy?
Where's the rest of him?
I don't know!
I found his arm floating there!
Shut up!
Listen. I spent a whole year in Canada
trying to get a sh*t of Bigfoot...
and then I was a year in Nevada trying
to get that sh*t happening at Area 51.
I got zip, man! Nothin'!
But what I got tonight--tonight, man--
will streak your shorts.
Come on. We'll go back to my shack, man.
I'll show you the pictures.
-(WATER SPLASHES)
-Hey, you know what?
That thing's probably sniffing us out
as we speak, Sheriff.
You show me.
Check this out, man. Huh?
What is this?
A picture of Bywater at night?
Look closer, Sheriff. Look closer.
Who k*lled Fraser, Ploog?
f*ck these pictures!
Sheriff, take a closer look.
Come on. You'll see it.
It's like the nature of fear, man.
It's a trick.
It's not possible.
-What?
-I don't believe it. What is that?
-That's a man.
-That's a man, all right, huh?
It's the Man-thing, man!
All right. Look.
All right. It's not perfect.
I understand that. But look at that.
Look at that thing!
Pack up your things. You're coming
with me. It's all evidence now.
-What?
-Pack it all up. You're coming with me.
-I can't leave here.
-You pack up your photos, all your crap.
You're coming with me, or I'm gonna cuff
you and drag you out of here on your ass.
Now!
(TERI) Don't run, kids.
(KIDS CHATTERING)
Something is out there... waiting.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
Hi. Is everything all right?
Fraser was k*lled last night
in the swamp.
I need you to take me to Pete Horn.
(SIGHS)
Something he said--
I think he can help me.
Okay, to Pete.
Just give me a second, all right?
Kera, I need to talk with you.
(POUNDING INTENSIFIES)
(TERI) Park here at the dump.
We have to walk in.
-Hey, Mary, we're just here to see Pete.
-Hey, Teri.
-This is it.
-(MARY) You finished with them oysters?
Pete, it's Teri.
Hi.
-Please sit. I made tea.
-Thank you, Pete.
-How'd you know we'd be here?
-It's good tea.
Pete, I need to ask you some questions
about Rene Laroque.
He told me he doesn't believe
Ted Sallis sold that land.
Not many who knew Ted do.
What about you?
Ted Sallis was my elder.
He knew this land was sacred.
When Schist took it...
drove his pumps into it...
ran his pipes through it...
it was the end.
Our stories will die with me.
Hey, come on.
Pete, listen to me.
You're not dying anytime soon.
Do you remember when I took you
to the Dark Water as a child, Teri?
-I remember I was scared.
-Yes.
It is full of magic--
both light...
and dark.
Our most powerful guardian spirit
lives in the Dark Water.
It protects what our ancestors called
the "nexus of all realities."
-The guardian has become very angry.
-(SCREECHING)
For the blood spilled, it seeks blood.
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
Pete, I'm a cop.
I can't believe
in Indian spirits and magic.
What you believe doesn't matter.
You're not from this place.
You're not from anyplace.
Where's Ted Sallis, Pete?
-Is he the one k*lling people?
-Kyle, wait!
Is he k*lling people
with or without Rene?
I didn't bring you here to do this.
Maybe he is in the swamp.
Maybe the swamp is in him.
Whoever or whatever
is out there, Pete, I saw it.
What did you see?
-I don't know.
-You know what you saw.
-It has chosen who will die.
-(KYLE) Who?
Who will die, Pete?
Everyone.
-(CHANTING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
-Hey.
Hey. Hey, Pete.
Pete, come on. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't--
Sit down, okay?
-Is he okay?
-(TERI) I don't know.
(PETE)
I'm tired. Please go now.
Yeah.
Just rest.
You didn't have to do that.
He's an old man, for God's sake.
He's an old man who knows
what the hell's going on.
Listen to yourself.
What are you saying?
Listen, Teri.
Last night, I saw something
rip apart Fraser like a f*cking puppet.
Look, I've gotta go out in that swamp
and stop whatever's k*lling people.
It's my fault Fraser's dead, Teri.
And I don't know if I can protect you.
Hey, Kyle.
None of this is your fault.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
♪ (CAR RADIO: COUNTRY)
(LAUGHS)
Aren't you supposed to be
investigating a m*rder...
instead of our educational system?
What is your exact connection
with Rene Laroque?
He worked for me.
Most of the people around here do. So?
What?
-She taste as good as she looks?
-f*ck you.
(SCHIST LAUGHING)
Listen, my deputy's dead.
I think you're lying, Schist,
and I'm calling in the FBI.
I can't believe this.
Are you threatening me?
Consider yourself
relieved of your duty, Sheriff.
-I take my orders from the county.
-I am the county!
We'll have this sorted out
by the morning.
Well, until then,
you stay the f*ck out of my way.
-That goes for you too, dipshit.
-(BLOW LANDS)
(GROANING)
God, Pa! Damn!
Get in the car.
Get in the car!
See ya.
Just what is it...
you think you know?
You know nothin' about Bywater.
This town was nothing before me.
Nobody's gonna muscle me out of it--
not the FBI or Rene Laroque...
and certainly not...
some two-bit Yankee cocksucker...
with a badge.
f*ck you!
What happened with the Thibodeauxs?
-They didn't come back this morning.
-Damn it,Jake!
-You were supposed to go with them!
-I was only trying to make sure--
Oh, yes. "I was only trying--
I'm always trying and never doing."
That's your problem.
g*dd*mn, if you learn nothing
from me, you learn this--
you want something done in life,
you gotta do it yourself...
cause you cannot rely on anybody.
Not even your own son.
What are we gonna do about this then?
We're gonna finish it.
Tonight, I want that Laroque dead.
What about... Dudley Do-Right?
-He keeps on digging.
-We'll let him dig.
It's his own grave he's digging.
(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(CHANTING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Give me the strength.
The k*lling ends tonight.
Kyle, I think you should call the FBI.
The Bureau could take days, Teri.
-Schist is gonna go after Rene tonight.
-Listen to me.
I've been running around in that swamp
since I was a kid. I can help you.
You can help me by staying away
from that swamp until all this is over.
That swamp can play tricks on your mind,
especially at night.
-You don't have to do this.
-Teri, listen, please.
Look,Jake could be out there--
Schist, Rene.
God knows what else.
Can you promise me, please?
Just don't go into that swamp.
I'll be here when you get back.
And you better get back.
Okay?
(RATTLE RATTLING)
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
(WHISPERING)
Pa, I think I hear something.
-(CHANTING CONTINUES)
-(RATTLING CONTINUES)
(GUTTURAL GROWLING CONTINUES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(GROWLING)
I know you.
I know you, and I am not afraid.
Take my life and be done.
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(GROANING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Sheriff's office.
(VAL) Yeah, it's the coroner.
Is the sheriff in?
Val? It's Teri.
-Teri, is he in? It's kind of urgent.
-He's not here right now.
I could get him a message.
What's up?
I guess you could say
Corely d*ed of unnatural causes.
I pulled a b*llet out of his spine.
-A b*llet?
-Tell Kyle it was at close range.
A semiautomatic handgun,.45.
I think Sheriff Corely
knew who k*lled him.
-Where is Kyle?
-(TERI) He's out in the swamp.
(RUSTLING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(BARKING)
Heel! Heel!
-Get your f*cking dogs off me!
-I got 'em, man.
Ploog, I told you
to stay in f*cking town!
Can you smell that, Sheriff?
(MUTTERS, CHUCKLES)
It's the perfume of my future.
-Point, click, fame.
-(DOGS BARKING)
There it is! Gotta go.
Good luck out there, man!
-It's the cover of Life magazine, man!
-Life magazine!
Life magazine went out of business,
you f*cking idiot!
-(GROANS)
-Jake?
-Jake!
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(GASPS)
-(MAN GROANS)
-(DOGS BARKING)
Damned if you take my picture,
assh*le.
Pa!
-(WATER SPLASHES)
-(GASPS)
(RUSTLING)
(CREAKING)
(RUSTLING)
(WATER SPLASHING GENTLY)
(SCREECHING, DISTANT)
-(GROWLING, DISTANT)
-(DOGS BARKING, DISTANT)
(WATER SPLASHES)
-Kyle!
-(GASPS) Jesus!
Teri, I almost sh*t you.
Thank God!
I had to find you.
Corely was m*rder*d.
Val found a slug from a.45
in his spine.
Listen, Teri, I just found Ploog.
-He's dead. He was sh*t.
-Jesus.
I don't think Ted Sallis
ran away with that money.
I think Schist k*lled him for this land.
Corely knew about it, so he got a b*llet.
-He's trying to blame it on Rene?
-Rene's the last one that knows the truth.
You'll never find Rene without me.
I'm leading you to the Dark Water.
-That's where he's been hiding out.
-You've known this all along.
-I knew he was innocent.
-Jesus, Teri.
You'll never find the Dark Water
without me.
-Okay?
-Okay.
Just keep up.
-Are you sure you know where you're going?
-Yeah.
It's down here, I think.
I've been thinking about what Pete said.
-I think he might be right.
-About what?
-(GROWLING)
-Oh, sh*t!
About that.
(TERI)
This way. Come on.
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
f*ck.
(SHOUTS)
Step.
(GROWLING)
Stop right there, Rene!
I'm begging you.
I'm just achin' for an excuse.
(CHUCKLING)
(LAUGHING)
It doesn't matter.
The swamp will have you.
This way!
This is it. This is the last stretch
before the Dark Water.
-You can't see a thing in here.
-(GROWLING)
-(KYLE) Oh, sh*t!
-(TERI) God, what is that?
Teri, go!
Go, Teri, go!
Just keep moving!
(BELLOWING)
sh*t!
-Jesus!
-(GROWLING)
(HISSING)
(KYLE)
Do you see anything, Teri?
Kyle, I think there's
something in the water!
(HOWLING, HEAVY BREATHING)
(TERI SCREAMS)
Oh, what's that?
(KYLE) Go! Move!
This thing is behind us!
-Kyle, I can't see anything!
-I'm here.
(GASPING)
How much further?
How much further?
(TERI)
I don't know.
Quick! Go!
You don't scare me
with that hocus-pocus, boy.
You're friend, Ted Sallis,
before he d*ed...
before I buried him
here under this rig...
you know what he said?
f*ck you!
He said I was settin' him free.
(CHUCKLING)
How about you?
Y'all wanna be free, Rene?
(KYLE) It's not as dark up ahead.
I can see a clearing.
-(LAROQUE) Quiet.
-(TERI) I think it's this way.
-No.
-(TERI) There. I can see it.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, God!
We gotta get the f*ck out of here!
Rene, what are you doing?
I'm sorry, Teri. I'm sorry.
My sin put this here.
It's my penance to take it down.
-Freeze!
-(TERI) No!
-God!
-Pass me the g*n, girl!
You don't understand!
Something's chasing us!
Give me the g*n!
(KYLE)
You're a m*rder*r, Schist.
You should have kept
your Yankee nose out of this, boy!
-You're gonna die.
-Yeah!
And I suppose you're gonna k*ll me!
(LAUGHING)
-No. He is.
-(GASPING)
-(WATER SPLASHING)
-Jake?
(GROWLING)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(WHIMPERING)
(SHOUTS)
(TERI SCREAMS)
sh*t!
-Here it comes.
-(SCREAMS)
-(g*nf*re)
-(TERI) Rene, watch out!
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(GRUNTS)
-(GASPING)
-(GRUNTING)
(SCREECHES)
-(SHOUTS)
-It's not enough!
(g*nf*re CONTINUES)
Run!
-(RENE) I'll set you free!
-(KYLE) Teri, move!
(SCREAMING)
Get down! Now, Teri!
(HOWLING)
(BOTH GASPING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(VOICES SHOUTING, DISTORTED)
(GROWLING)
-(VOICE CHANTING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
-(THUNDERCLAP)
-(GUTTURAL GROWLING)
-(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
-(THUNDERCLAP)
-(SCREECHING)
(SCREECHING CONTINUES)
♪ (ROCK)
♪ The inside and outside
Have been freed ♪
♪ Showing signs that don't
Make sense to me ♪
♪ Opening up all those wounds ♪
♪ I never thought
You'd believe ♪
♪ Inside and outside
All decayed ♪
♪ Shacked out at
A sacred hideaway ♪
♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
♪ Swept away ♪
♪ Man-thing ♪
♪ The Man-thing lives again ♪
♪ Man-thing ♪
♪ And the Man-thing
Lives again ♪
♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
♪ You're swept away ♪
♪ You can't run
You can't hide ♪
♪ You're swept away ♪
♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
♪ Man-thing ♪
♪ And the Man-thing
Lives again ♪
♪ Man-thing ♪
♪ And the Man-thing
Lives again ♪
♪ Man-thing ♪
♪ And the Man-thing
Lives again ♪
♪ It's your last chance ♪
♪ And the Man-thing
Lives again ♪
♪ It's your last chance ♪
♪ And the Man-thing lives again ♪
♪ (ENDS)
♪ (ROCK)
♪ Fairy tales of witches
Ghouls and ghosts ♪
♪ Are as real as fire ♪
♪ And a curse to all who woke ♪
♪ When you feel it
In your bones ♪
♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
♪ I'll take you down
I'll take you down ♪
♪ I'll take you down
I'll take you down ♪
♪ Take you down ♪
♪ Hail the king of suffering ♪
♪ Like fallen souls they cry ♪
♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)
♪ Choose to live or die ♪
♪ I'll take you down
I'll take you down ♪
♪ I'll take you down
I'll take you down ♪
♪ Take you down ♪
-♪ Down
-♪ (ENDS)
Man-Thing (2005)
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