Pumpkinhead II: Blood Wings (1994)

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Tommy.

Come on, boy.

Come and get it.

Hey! There he is.

Turn it down, you f*ck!

Hell hear us.

Come on. Lets finish

this thing once and for all.

Yeah!

Go!

All right, man!

Were comin to get you, Tommy.

Run! Run!

Come out, come out,

wherever you are!

Were gonna send you

back to hell, freak!

We got him!

Batter up!

Thats a single!

Thats a double!

Thats a triple, man!

Come on! Come on!

Home run!

String him up!

String him up!

Come here!

All right. String him up.

All right. Let him go.

Oh, boy, you are a swinger!

You are! Come here!

Come here.

Oh, boys, we caught

ourselves a big one!

Hoist him up!

Come on, higher!

Higher!

Well, well, well, boy!

Looks like we got ourselves

a big one, didnt we?

And hes pretty too, isnt he?

Isnt he?

Hes beautiful!

All right!

Okay, boys,

time to send this freak...

back to hell!

Do it! Do it!

Drop him!

Dirty job,

but someone had to do it.

You know, all I ever wanted to do

when I was growing up

was to get away from this town.

If you told me 20 years ago

that ld give up the fifth precinct

in New York City for the old

Ferren Woods sheriffs office--

- Hows that uniform fit?

- Like a glove.

And as for this,

lm damned happy to say,

that with the exception

of some target practice,

I wont be using it much.

There.

Now, how about that, huh?

Oh, Sheriff.

Listen! You hear it?

What?

Silence.

Beautiful, peaceful silence.

Theres no traffic,

no pollution, no gangs.

Yeah. Youre right.

But...

What?

Im just not sure we made

the right decision moving here.

Jennys fine, Beth.

Yeah, what about you?

All thats behind us now, huh?

This is our new home.

This is where we

make our life together.

You know, I dont think

our daughter quite sees it that way.

Could you please just talk to her?

Our daughter and I dont talk.

We debate, remember?

Jenny will be okay.

Just keep an eye on her.

Make sure she stays clear

of the trouble

she ran into in the city, thats all.

Hey, man.

Lets spark that joint.

Light my fire.

Hey! You guys knock it off back there.

Youre gonna stink up the upholstery.

Hey.

Isnt that the new girl?

Yeah, shes kinda cute.

Its Jenny Braddock.

Her dads the new sheriff.

Big f*ck deal.

Hey, Jenny. Its Marcie.

Remember me from trade class?

Yeah. Hi, Marcie.

Jenny Braddock, lm Danny.

Danny Dixon.

Let me guess.

You guys are the local

badasses, right?

Thats right.

Well, no offense,

but lve seen a lot badder.

New York City girl.

I like your style, Braddock.

I really truly do.

My names Jenny.

My fathers names Braddock.

Okay, Jenny.

Can I offer you a ride?

I dont know if youve noticed,

but the schools right over there.

Who says were goin to school?

Yeah, okay.

Ill ride with you guys.

All right, lets do it.

Come on.

Youre my new girl.

- lm Peter.

- Hi.

- Lets roll.

- Yeah, yeah, hell, yeah.

You got my huntin license ready?

Yeah. Right here.

Its ten dollars, please.

Dont seem fair, the price

of huntin goin up this year.

Sheriff Longbow

never raised prices.

Costs go up, Slick. Sheriff Braddocks

got nothing to do with that.

I liked it better before.

And dont call me Slick.

I didnt like it in high school

and I still dont like it.

Names Ernst.

Would you believe old Slick and l

were the same age.

Used to be best friends

when we were kids.

What a loser.

Looks like this is gonna be

a good huntin season, Sheriff.

I wish I could take

credit for that, Judge.

You know, I had a feeling

a local fellow like you

was gonna be the right man

for this job.

You just seem like a man that...

wants to make things work.

See you, Sheriff.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, your physicals

scheduled for noon.

Okay, here we go.

Now...

dont worry, Sheriff.

Dr. Pettibone comes

from a long line of doctors.

Except most of them

studied their medicine

with roots and blackbird beaks

in swamps.

Blackbird beaks, eh?

- This is cold.

- Okay.

My grandma be the top sorcire in

the whole of the Achala Falaya. Breathe.

Whats a sorcire?

Witch doctor.

Those are some of her patients

who didnt pay.

Knock, knock.

Sheriff, Delilah, the mayors

ready anytime you are.

Send him in.

Right this way.

Sheriff.

- Mayor.

- Maam.

- Hello, Mayor.

- Well, its good to see you.

Well, now, I aint got time for greetings.

Marie, you got my guitar?

Sure do.

Here you go, Mayor.

Did you cure it?

Well, its tuned.

Thank you kindly, darlin.

Well, I gotta bail.

Playin a little gig tonight

and lm runnin late.

By the way,

hows everybody treatin you?

Just fine.

Still the same

little town I remember.

Be careful, Sheriff.

It aint New York,

but it aint that little.

If I were you,

ld watch where youre goin.

Same with that pretty

little girl of yours.

Id hate to see her wind up

with the wrong crowd.

Afternoon, Delilah.

Good afternoon, Mayor.

So what is this place anyway?

Its an old iron mine.

They say its bottomless.

Some miners disappeared

down there in the 50s.

They never found the bodies.

Some say they fell straight to hell.

You can still hear them screaming

on a full moon.

Dont listen to her. Shes a sucker

for all that supernatural bullshit.

- Hand me the hook.

- Here you go, Danny boy.

Hey, city girl.

I swing across,

you give me a kiss?

No way.

I just may fall.

How about if I close my eyes?

Do it, man.

So wheres that kiss?

Hey! Somebody coming.

sh*t, its my dad.

So I guess school

let out early today, huh?

Daniel Dixon, sir.

Welcome to Ferren Woods.

Judge Dixons boy?

Yes, sir.

Well, then you should know

more than anybody

that these No Trespassing

signs up here have a purpose.

Absolutely, sir.

Well, lets say

we pack up our gear

and get our little asses

out of here, huh?

That sound like a plan?

Yeah.

Come on, Jenny.

Ill drive you home.

Dad!

No. Hes right, Jen.

Bye, Jenny.

Hey, shut up!

It was nice to meet you all.

No. The pleasures all mine.

First you tell me to make friends...

...and then you tell me you

dont like the friends I make?

I give up.

Those kids are trouble, Jen.

Youre a bright girl.

You can see that, cant you?

Yeah, I can see a lot of things.

And whats that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Just forget it.

Cant we do better than this?

Your mothers very concerned.

Are you gonna break her heart

like you did back east?

Thats me.

Little ol heartbreaker.

I want you to promise me that youre not

gonna hang out with those kids anymore.

Jenny, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

So whatd you tell your dad?

I didnt.

You told your mother?

- Hey, Danny boy.

- Yeah?

Lets show the new girl

some real fun.

- All right, cow tipping!

- Shut up!

- Here we go. You want to check it out, Pete?

- Go for it!

- Go for it again.

- Here we go!

Knock it off!

Turn the lights back on!

Here we go.

Oh, sh*t!

sh*t!

Lets get out of the car!

- Where is she?

- You hit her, man!

She came out of f*ck nowhere!

- I saw her fall right here.

- Where the f*ck is she?

Does anybody know who she is?

Shes nobody.

Look, shes just some crazy lady

that lives in Ferren Hollow, all right?

Some folks say shes a witch.

Jesus! Look at my f*cking car!

This doesnt make any sense.

Where the hell did she go?

Who cares?

She walked away, shes fine.

Wait a second.

We dont know that, man.

- Does anybody know where she lives?

- Look, Jen--

No, you look!

A hit-and-run is serious sh*t.

Now, where does

she live, Danny?

I know.

All right! All right!

- Come on.

- Come on!

Check it out.

sh*t. What the f*ck is this?

Pet Cemetery?

- Ow!

- Be careful.

God, it looks like

somethings buried out here.

- This is a lot of fun.

- The cabins this way.

- Lets go!

- Guys? Guys?

I havent been here since I was a kid.

- Just be careful.

- Yeah, watch it.

Damn.

This place looks

like a garbage dump.

Its a cabin, stupid!

Come on up.

Guys, this is kinda weird.

Can we go home?

- Would you shut up, Paulie?

- Hello?

Hello?

Miss Osie?

Hey, witchie, you got visitors.

Look at all this stuff.

Guys, lets go.

Shes not here so we can leave.

Its still warm.

Sure. In case she needs it

to cook up her sacrifices.

Young girls burn best.

You guys, cut it out.

This shits gross.

Hey, guys, check it out.

What is it?

I dont know.

Ask Marcie. She knows

all about this witch sh*t.

Dont ask me.

This stuff is

way beyond Ouija boards.

Doesnt this look like

that grave I tripped over?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

This looks like a page

from the Book of Shadows.

What?

Its like a spell book.

Let me see that.

Wait.

Guys, this is a spell

to bring back the dead.

Is that blood?

Supposedly blood of the damned.

Thats disgusting.

This is great.

Weve got a spell

to bring back the dead.

- We got some cursed blood.

- What are you talking about?

What lm talking about

is some real danger, man.

Some real excitement.

Whatever that old witch

has got buried out there,

she wants to bring back to life.

Lets help her out.

Yeah, Paulie.

You guys, this is serious sh*t.

Danny, I wouldnt f*ck

with it if I were you.

Neither would l. Lets go.

What do you think, Jenny?

You game?

Look, we came here

to check on the old woman.

A little danger

never hurt anyone, right?

Look, we knocked

when we first came in.

Leave here.

Now.

I think shes blind.

These eyes can see

more than you know, boy.

We were just worried

that you might be hurt.

You know, the accident.

We didnt see you.

Were really sorry.

Lets go. Come on.

Leave it here.

Its very dangerous, boy.

Dont walk with it.

What?

You dont know the evil

you are conjuring, boy.

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

- Lets get out of here.

- Come on! Lets go!

Come on, guys!

You...will...die.

You...all...will...die.

Miss Osie curses

every one of you

to the vengeance of Pumpkinhead.

- Come on.

- Damn.

- This is getting out of hand.

- Can we just go home?

- Lets go home.

- Youre the one who wanted to stay.

Dont be a wimp, Paulie.

Here it is.

Lets do this.

Danny, are you sure?

Theres no turning back, now.

Pay dirt.

Hey, help me down.

Come on.

Okay.

Take this right here.

Here we go, man.

What the f*ck is that?

It smells.

Oh, Danny, this is really sick.

Pour the blood, Marcie.

- lm pouring the blood.

- lll read the words.

Death by anger

seared with pain.

Look, I dont need thrills

this badly, guys.

Im out of here.

Soul who wanders

what is thy name?"

Entreat thy lord from far below.

Breathe life anew...

... into thy soul.

Shut up!

Oh! Help me!

- Help! Help!

- Guys!

This sh*t looks like its a dud.

Thank God. Im out of here.

Looks like old witchie

wasnt a witch after all.

Fire! Guys!

Guys, the old ladys

house is on fire!

Shes still in there!

- Guys, here!

- Oh, my God.

- Howd this thing start?

- Wheres the old witch?

She probably already got out.

Lets get out of here.

- No!

- We gotta get out of here!

We gotta go now!

Lets go!

You guys, we cant go!

Come on! Go!

- Close the road off next to the mill, okay?

- Right.

Sheriff.

Hey, Marie.

Hows the old woman?

Doesnt look good. Weve got her at the

local clinic and its just a matter of time.

Fires like this--

accidents happen.

Maybe it wasnt an accident.

This is an outside windowsill.

These marks are all over the place.

From the looks of them, something

was trying to claw its way in.

Im just not sure whether it was trying

to help her or to k*ll her.

- Take it to the lab and give it to Delilah.

- Sure.

- Thanks, Marie.

- You got it.

Look, lm sorry, Jenny.

We were just havin some fun.

Danny, shes in the hospital.

You saw that fire.

Theres nothing we could have done.

Lets just drop it, all right?

- But, Danny--

- But, what?

That old woman--

Hey, look!

Everybodys gonna

keep their mouth shut.

And nobodys gonna get wise.

You got it?

Just chill, all right?

- Whatever.

- sh*t.

It must have been an accident.

You didnt say anything

to your old man, did you?

No.

You know ld never

hurt anyone, dont you?

Whats with the g*n, Ernst?

Free country, aint it?

I come here to get my money back

for this here huntin license.

Is there a problem?

Aint nothin no law can handle.

Cause now that

that old witch is riled up,

you aint gonna get me

in that hollow.

Im afraid I dont follow you.

Them damned kids dont know

what they done messed with.

But when they messed

with old Miss Osie,

they done messed

with Satan hisself.

There were kids up there?

I was out walkin in the woods.

I seen this red car-- a convertible.

Fast kids rumblin by.

You gonna give me

my money back or not?

Yeah.

I dont want any

unhappy hunters out there.

I aint no hunter no more.

Im the hunted.

Cause its back.

And aint none of us safe

till he gets what he come for.

Wait, wait, wait.

Just what are you talkin about?

Why dont you ask

the judge or the mayor?

They the smart ones.

Im just a dumb old farmer, right?

Oh, sh*t.

Afternoon, Sheriff Braddock.

Nice car.

Thanks. Judge is inside.

You can go ahead on in.

Actually I dropped by

to talk to you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You probably heard about

that fire last night?

Yeah.

I sure am sorry to hear about that old woman.

She gonna pull through?

Well just have to wait and see.

You dont know anybody who

might have been up there, do you?

I sure dont, Sheriff.

Some dent.

Howd it happen?

I hit a dog.

Aha.

Big dog.

Problem here, Sean?

- Hey.

- I was just tellin Sheriff Braddock here

how I was home all night studyin.

You know, last night.

Yes.

Studying.

Yes, the boys quite a student.

I bet he is.

Sharp car, too.

Not another one

like it within 50 miles.

Somehow I figured that.

- Judge.

- Sheriff.

You be sure and tell Jenny

I said hi, Sheriff.

You been up to somethin

you shouldnt have?

Hes just pissed off

cause lm seein his daughter.

Youre already on probation, boy.

I had a hell of a time

arrangin that.

You screw up one more time,

I cant cover for you!

Hey, dont worry

about covering for me.

I can take care of myself.

Hey!

Oh, no.

It is happening again.

He is coming.

Oh, Lord God, gimme strength.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall fear no evil.

And thy rod

and this shotgun shall comfort me.

Lord God, save me!

Come on, Satan!

Children...

Sinners, youre going to discover

the wrath of the beast.

Here comes your God.

He is our savior.

Believe the beast

and he will show you no mercy.

Satan.

Satan is not your friend.

Well, Dixon didnt waste any time

gettin over here, did he?

You sure youre ready for this?

Ten years in the 12th precincts

made me too ready.

- Lets do it.

- Right.

You know,

before I came here,

I worked in the New Orleans

coroners office for two years.

They brought in some

real hamburger meat.

But I aint ever seen

anything this bad.

Manhattan dumpsters

have got nothin on this.

Well, you ask me,

another one of them wildcats

has been scavenging around here.

Old Ernst, hes been bitchin

about them comin down from the hills

poachin his chickens.

Well, its hard

to tell much of anything

until I take him back to the lab.

Or whats left of him.

Dee?

What you got?

Either an unusual blood splatter

or somethins been

drawn here on purpose.

Drawn?

Well, what is it?

Ill get Cory and the boys

to put a huntin party together

and well track it down.

Now, just hold on there, Judge.

The last thing I need

is a trigger-happy posse

who thinks everything

that moves is a wildcat.

Ernst talked about something

coming back for revenge.

Well, I dont mean

to speak ill of the dead,

but old Ernst,

hes just a scared old boy

with a head full of rats.

H. Christ.

Clean this mess up.

- g*dd*mn.

- Bye, fellas.

We got a real winner here.

Well, heres my autopsy report.

- You want some coffee?

- lm wired enough.

Old Ernst took one hell of a ride.

Severed limbs, lacerated quads,

crushed thorax,

and, not to mention,

63 broken bones.

And it gets weirder. Look.

Look at these striations.

Identical to the ones

on Miss Osies windowsill.

So whatever k*lled Ernst

was also at Miss Osies place.

- Jen.

- lm sorry, Mom.

Ill get that.

Its probably for me.

- Hello?

- Its me. Can you come out?

No. Its not a good time.

We have to talk, Danny.

You didnt tell

your dad anything?

No, but I think hes starting

to put things together.

What together?

The old woman, some farmer

who just got k*lled.

- Something really strange is happening.

- Dont worry about it.

I talked to my old man

and I wont let anything

happen to you, okay, doll?

Jenny, dinners ready!

Ill be right there!

Look, I gotta go.

Ill see you

after school tomorrow, okay?

Want me to come over later

and tuck you in?

No, at least not tonight.

All right.

Bye.

You think an animal did this?

If an animal got old Ernst,

it wasnt of this world.

Then what?

Well, I can tell you what it wasnt.

It wasnt some wildcat

like Judge Dixon says.

A wildcat cant make

claw marks like this.

Some folks...

around say its...

Pumpkinhead.

Pumpinkhead?

What is that?

Some kind of a fairy tale?

There is a legend about it

around these parts.

Its a kind of a demon

the hill people believe in.

I remember hearing about it

when I was a kid.

Its said,

if youve been wronged,

you can conjure Pumpkinhead

to exact revenge in your name.

But if you do, youd be

damned for all eternity.

There is a nursery rhyme

about it, isnt there?

Hows it go?

Bolted doors

and windows barred.

Guard dogs prowling in the yard.

Wont protect you in your bed.

Nothing will

from Pumpkinhead.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Oh, dont stop.

Oh, dont stop

Aint nothin

gonna stop me, honey.

Aint nothin.

My wife says you cant teach

an old dog new tricks.

She just must have forgot

the way you like to be petted.

Besides, some things

just get better with age.

More out in the truck.

Oh, this beats the hell

out of deliverin mail.

Looks good.

Damn it! Jesus Christ!

Get the f*ck out of my house!

Sorry to wake you, Sheriff,

but I thought youd want to

know we got us another m*rder.

Oh, man. Where?

Out at Red Byers place

off connector three.

You know where it is?

Ill find it.

Wings.

Thats what it is, you know.

Blood wings.

I don know what it all means,

but theres some kind of helter-skelter type

message being left here.

Its a message Red Byers

wished had never come.

A postman who obviously stole

more mail than he delivered,

a goat farmer from the Hollow

and an old conjure woman.

What do all of these people

have in common?

Well, Ernst and Byers havent

spoken to each other for years.

Well, maybe nobody

ever spoke to em,

but somebody

sure as hell hated em.

This much?

Look,

what you got here

is some psycho out there

k*lling for fun and taking

the credit for the work.

Uh-huh.

Whats this?

Safe-deposit box key,

it looks like.

I dont think thatll help

you find the k*ller.

But I think this might.

I did a field test.

And all the blood is type O.

Same as Byers...

except this one.

I believe this is

the K*llers blood.

- Get back.

- Oh, sh*t.

Hold her still!

- There.

- Thats it.

Its okay. Its okay.

Easy now. Easy.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

- lts like shes not even here.

- Shes not.

Whatever she saw scared her so bad

her mind couldnt deal with it

and it shut down.

Its one step away

from being scared to death.

Sheriff. People are saying

its some sort of a monster.

A demon!

Have you made any progress,

any clues?

Sheriff, you better catch him.

Im working on it, ladies.

Im working on it.

- So did you boys raid the armory?

- Were here with the judge.

If youve still got these g*ns

when I come out, lm hauling your asses off.

He just walked in the door now.

Are we comfortable?

Unless my calendars

running a little slow, Judge,

Id say that wild bunch of yours out there

is a few weeks too early

to be walking around

with hunting r*fles.

Not when there is hunting

to be done presently, Sheriff.

I understand that folks are

shook up about these killings,

but you should know better than

I that it takes a hell of a lot more

to catch a k*ller than to load a r*fle

and form a posse.

We have our ways

in this town.

A little buckshot

solves a lot of problems.

Well, thats just great.

And what if your way kills

the wrong person, huh?

Boy.

Correct me if lm wrong,

but I dont think you would know one way

or the other, would ya?

Judge, as long as

lm wearing this badge,

we break this case my way.

Danny! I--

Just stop. I really

dont feel like this.

Whats the matter?

I thought you wanted to.

Whats the matter?

Danny, there was

another k*lling last night.

And my dad thinks

it has something to do with...

what happened out

at Miss Osies place.

You didnt say anything, did you?

Of course I didnt say anything.

But--

- But what?

- Maybe I should.

Are you nuts?

Look, if you tell him

the fire wasnt our fault,

- I mean...

- Look, theyre gonna slam us.

You can bet nobodys

gonna believe it was an accident.

Maybe my dad will.

Look, Jen.

We didnt do this alone, not really.

Ill take care of everything, okay?

Dont worry about it.

You all right?

- Oh, sh*t.

- I gotta go.

All right, but were all getting

together tomorrow at my place.

Okay.

Be there.

We saw you talking to Jenny.

What are you guys talking about?

No, let me guess.

She wants to rat us out, right?

Youre out of line, Pete.

Tell him, Marcie.

Lindstrom sent me down

to the principals office today.

There were some files

on his desk.

One of them was Jennys.

Some real interesting stuff in there.

Seems she got into some pretty

bad trouble at her old school.

She and some friends

stole a teachers car.

They got caught.

Funny thing, though.

Jenny was the only one

who wasnt charged.

She squealed

to her old man, Danny.

So her old man pulled a few strings

and got her out of a bad scene.

That doesnt mean

she squealed on anybody.

Theres something else.

Weve heard all the talk, Danny.

All that...stuff

about Pumpkinhead.

Yeah, so?

What if that body we dug up--

What if--

What? What if it

was Pumpkinhead?

What if we brought him back to life

and hes out there k*lling people?

What if he is?

What if he comes after us?

Jesus, you guys are pathetic.

How do you know we didnt

do something out there?

That was some pretty bad sh*t

we were messing with, Danny.

All right, fine.

Danny will take you out there

and show you that no monster

crawled out of that box.

Then maybe youll

leave me the f*ck alone.

Sure, Danny. Sure.

So, what have we got here?

Well, whats left

of Red Byers life, I guess.

Lets see whats in here.

Legal papers...

Jewelry.

Some money.

And these.

Deformed Boy

Runs Wild in Hills.

When I was a kid, there was an orphan boy

who lived in the woods.

Nobody knew

where he came from.

People thought he was a freak of nature,

a reject from the circus.

Some people actually

believed he wasnt even human.

Oh, thats horrible.

As far as any

of us were concerned,

hed raised himself in the woods.

His name was...

Thomas Parnell.

People thought he

was a geek or something.

The story goes, okay,

that if he found you alone,

he would rip your heart out and eat it right

there, so you had to watch as you died.

All those horrible things they said

about Tommy just simply were untrue.

I never told you this...

but when I was seven years old,

I used to play by that old

abandoned railroad mineshaft.

One day,

Id left a toy there.

And when I went back

to get it the next morning...

there he was.

Tommy was just

a little boy, like me,

grateful that I had saved his life.

We moved away shortly after that.

I never saw him again.

According to this clipping,

he hung himself

in 1958.

I dont get it.

Why would a retired postman

keep hidden under lock and key clippings

about a deformed boy

who died 35 years ago.

Im really glad you came.

Thomas Parnell, an orphan,

died in 1958.

I need to see

the coroners report.

I can get them,

but itll take time.

Do it.

Now, whats so important?

I did an analysis of the blood

out at Red Byers place--

- The blood of the k*ller.

- Yeah.

Ive never seen blood

like this before.

I know it sounds crazy.

But whatevers out there

doing the k*lling

is unlike any life I know.

Its...some kind of...

Monster?

You think its the legend, hmm?

Pumpkinhead? Is that what

youre trying to tell me?

I dont know what it is.

All I know is,

its not an animal.

Its not human.

So, what is it?

Gentlemen, may we help you?

- The mayors been looking for you.

- Yeah, you!

Ive been doing everything

in my power to deal with this.

Im sure you have.

But you must have heard the talk

that maybe what were dealing

with here aint human.

Do you believe that?

Well, of course not.

But a lot of folks do.

A lot of tourists...do,

if you know what I mean.

No, I cant say that I do.

Well, let me put it this way.

The Loch Ness Monster.

The Abominable Snowman.

Big Foot.

That stuff is big business.

The way I see it,

this thing could put us on the map.

I got a couple of guys from the National

Enquirer all set to come down here!

People have died here!

You do know that, dont you?

Tragedy, aint it?

Well, so is the budget

of this here town.

You get my drift?

If youll excuse me.

Thank you.

I want that creature, Braddock!

Dead or alive! I want it!

All right, kids.

Lets take a look at your creature.

Shut up.

- Oh, man!

- g*dd*mn.

Would you shut up, Paulie?

It means nothing!

Nothing?

The bodys gone, Danny.

- The spell worked, man.

- Oh, Christ.

I told you guys before,

you cannot raise the dead!

Right.

Then tell that to whatever

used to be buried down there!

- What the f*ck have we done?

- Weve done nothing!

Would you guys get a grip?

I knew it.

I knew this would happen.

I told you. Guys,

we gotta tell somebody.

Youre keeping your mouth shut.

There is a good explanation

for all of this.

And until we find out what it is,

were sticking together.

Were all getting together

tonight at my place.

Until then, you guys keep

your mouths shut, you got it?

Lets get out of here.

Yee-haw!

Aint that a b*tch.

Damn c*ck went limp on me.

Aint the first time.

Give it up, boys. Give it up.

Come to papa.

Baby needs a new pair

of shoes.

Thank you, boys.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- Suckers.

- See you next time, huh?

- Not bad for a nights work.

- You got that right, brother.

Hey, you missed something here.

I said you missed something there.

She cant hear you, stupid.

Well, shes got eyes, dont she?

Hey. I said you missed

something there.

Cant you see it?

Cant you see it, huh!

Come here.

I hate when you do that.

What kind of way is that

to treat our baby sister?

You got a lot of room to talk.

What the hell

is that supposed to mean?

I aint the one sleeping with her.

What the hells going on here?

Brian! Fred!

What the hells happening here?

Brian, what the hells going on here?

Fred! Fred, what the hell is that?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

I was driving home

when I picked her up

on the side of the road half-crazed.

She works out

at the Knox brothers.

Sister, I think.

Shes deaf and mute, Sean.

So whatever she saw,

she cant help us.

Im afraid not.

But maybe this can.

Whatever it is made a real mess

of the Knox brothers.

Im gonna need help

with the bodies.

- We have to stop this.

- Stop what?

We dont know what it is, let alone

where its liable to strike next.

I dont believe

its k*lling at random.

Ernst, Byers,

now the Knox brothers.

Theyre all somehow

tied in together.

And the answers

got to be with this.

If we can just figure out

what that means,

we figure out where it strikes next,

we get there first,

and God help us,

k*ll whatever it is.

The legend persists

in rural American folklore.

Deformed children were denounced

by mountain priests as hell spawn.

Said to be the union of a demon

invoked by witchcraft

to right a wrong

and a woman born

of mortal flesh.

When a woman was suspected

of having intercourse--

I need to talk to you.

I thought you were at work.

This is Jennys sweater.

She was wearing it the other night.

It smells like smoke.

So she was at Osies place.

All over again she does this to us.

All over again!

The coroners report

just came in on Tommy.

According to this,

Thomas Parnell

supposedly hung himself

in this area.

- Why supposedly?

- I just dont buy it.

He couldnt have

done this to himself.

The contusions-- they happened

over a period of several minutes.

They came from

all sides of the body.

This is more consistent

with a bludgeoning than a hanging.

So, he was m*rder*d.

Brutally. And somebody

tried to cover it up.

But Tommy was an orphan.

Now theres nothing in these records

that indicates the county

buried him in a paupers grave.

Thats because

his body was claimed.

And guess by whom.

Old woman Osie claimed

Thomas Parnells body.

But they werent even related.

She buried him in that cemetery

near her place

and tended the grave

lovingly ever since.

Like she was his guardian angel.

Whats going on?

What happened?

I lost her.

Its 8.. 19. Ill make the call.

Damn it!

Tommys guardian angel

just flew away.

Sorry, Sean.

Its okay.

What?

It is too late to help me,

like it is too late

to help the others.

- This cant be.

- Oh, my God.

What do you mean, others?

The ones hes going to k*ll.

Is...

he the one who pulled you

from the fire?

Who pulled you

from the fire, Osie?

Tommy did.

This is a nightmare.

Shes dead.

Before I died, I was

the guardian of his soul.

Tommys soul.

A very special soul.

His mama...

nothing special about her.

But his papa--

Go on.

His papa was the one

you call Pumpkinhead.

The legend is true.

Why...is he k*lling all these people?

The ultimate vengeance

is the vengeance you seek

for your own soul.

I saw him k*ll the farmer,

the postman,

and them other three.

They got what they deserved!

Them boys with them wings.

Blood wings.

Red wings!

Hell k*ll them six boys

with them red wings.

- Six?

- There were five victims!

Whos the sixth, Osie?

And what are the red wings?

And when he kills them six boys,

hell go after the kids that burned me.

Please.

Help us, Osie.

Tell me how to stop him.

Take this.

It may help you.

Red wings. Red wings.

Theres something

familiar about them.

Theres nothing

in these yearbooks.

Wait. Ah, here we are.

Look at this.

The Red Wings.

Its an auto club. They cruise

and hang out together.

Who do we got here?

Jody Red Byers.

Ernst Heller.

The Knox brothers.

Whos number six?

Thats Judge Dixon.

Its gonna k*ll the judge next.

Having a little party, huh, boy?

Well, I got you and your friends

all set up in the little cabin.

I had it stocked this morning,

so there should be plenty to drink.

If thats what you got

on your mind.

Hope you got protection, honey.

Sorry.

Oh, lm cold.

I wish I brought my jacket.

Wait here.

- Here. Use my dads.

- Thanks.

Those monsters probably already drank

everything my dad put in there.

- Are they there?

- Yeah, I think so.

Hey, this is supposed to be a party.

You guys are deader than sh*t.

Look, man, forget about the party.

We need to talk.

Then talk.

That old woman-- that witch--

Danny, she died!

Well, lm real sorry to hear that,

but the woman was old.

She didnt die

of old age, Danny. She--

She what, Paul?

You know.

What do I know?

Look, we had nothing to do

with that fire.

It was an accident.

Maybe if you hadnt hit her,

she could have gotten out faster.

Maybe the fire wouldnt

have happened at all.

He doesnt know what hes talking

about, Jenny. I never hit her.

I saw you do it, Danny.

I saw you.

You k*lled that old woman!

- Hes lying, Jen!

- No, youre lying!

Look, were all guilty.

Okay?

Were gonna have to go

tell my dad, Danny.

Shes right. You do what you want, Danny.

Were gonna go to the sheriff.

Like hell you are.

What, are you crazy? Paulie!

Are you okay, man?

Are you all right?

- Lets get out of here.

- Nobodys going anywhere until I say.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Get on the couch now.

Put the g*n down!

Put the f*cking g*n down!

Get on the f*cking couch now!

Jenny said she was meeting

her friends at the judges.

Good God, Sean, hurry!

Come on. Come on.

I know youre there.

Pick the damn phone up.

- Hello.

- Cory!

- Yeah.

- Judge here.

Listen, boy, I need you

and the others out here tonight.

- Why is that? - Been too many of

my old friends dying lately,

and I got good reason

to think I might be next.

How do you know that?

It could be anything.

Dont ask me how I know!

I just know, thats all.

You and the boys

get out here, muy pronto.

And bring a damn arsenal

with you.

All right, Judge, Ill see who

I can round up on short notice.

- Hold on a second.

- What?

What?

Hello?

Hello, Judge?

Sweet f*cking Jesus.

Judge?

Hello?

Holy sh*t!

Jesus!

Get your a*s over here now!

Who the f*ck are ya?

Who?

What the f*ck are you?

Well, come on.

Thats it, thats it.

Eat this, you f*cking freak!

Son of a b*tch!

You.

You. It cant be you. No!

What the f*ck was that?

Nobody move.

Its him, Danny. Hes here!

Its Pumpkinhead!

Shut the f*ck up.

Hes gonna k*ll us.

Hes gonna k*ll us all!

- I said shut the f*ck up, Paul!

- Oh, God.

What are you gonna do?

What do you want from us?

Paul, I want you to go around back

and I want you to get the car.

Just do it!

- Please, Danny--

- Just do it now!

Come on!

f*ck!

Pauls been gone for a long time.

Nobody move!

The powers dead,

and so are we.

Hes gonna k*ll us

because of that old witch.

Where the f*ck is Paul?

What the f*ck?

Go, go, go, go!

Go!

- Come on!

- This way! This way!

- Go!

- Spread out! Go!

Come on, Marcie!

Lets go! Come on!

We gotta get the f*ck

out of here! Come on!

Here!

Come on!

Come on, Marcie! Come on!

m*therf*cker!

You m*therf*cker!

- Dee.

- Over here.

- What is it?

- It got the judge.

And theres a dead kid

in the cabin.

Jennys out there.

Come on!

Come on!

Dad!

Look! Go this way, now!

All right, lets k*ll it.

All right, boys, lock and load.

Come on! Come on!

Go! Go!

Get out of the way!

I hear something.

Lets go. Sounds like

hes at the top of the hill.

No, Tommy!

- Dont!

- Dad, help!

Im not gonna hurt you!

Oh, my God!

Look, Tommy.

Miss Osie left me this.

I know you trusted her, Tommy.

Please, trust me.

Your soul can rest now.

Youve avenged your own m*rder.

You punished those who hurt Osie.

Shes not one of them!

I saved your life once right here.

Dont you remember?

Please, shes my daughter.

Please!

Its all right, honey.

Youre safe now.

Thank you, Tommy.

Thank you.

Sean, the judges posse!

Oh, my God!

- Go on.

- All right, lock and load.

Go, Tommy.

Get the hell out of here!

Theyll destroy you!

Move out of the way, Sheriff.

What are you doing? Go!

Go, Tommy!

Get out of here!

Stop! Hold your fire!

What the hell are you doing?

Waste him!

Eat this!

Drop him!

Drop him!

Mom told me about Tommy.

How you saved him

when you were a kid.

He didnt k*ll me

because he trusted you.

Im sorry, Dad.

For everything.

What is it?

An old fire truck.

How did it get--