All language subtitles for Lake Placid 2 2007 229 cc

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

FRANK: Man, this lake
is really starting
to freak me out.

You know how many people
have disappeared from here

in the last couple of years?

Maybe two.

But do you know
how many people
have disappeared

just in the last six months,
huh?

Five.

TILLMAN:
Man, you are paranoid.

You should really
lay off the green.

At least share some
with me.

All right, I'm done.
Let's get the hell
out of here.

Slow down. Let me finish
getting my samples.

You gotta relax.
You need a hobby.

You should try golf.

Tillman,
why are you even here?

You're more concerned
with baseball and mullets

than you are
with the ecosystem.

For your information,
I got into this line of work

so I could meet
sexy eco-warrior chicks
who don't shave their legs.

(YELLS)

(GASPING)

Oh, God, help me!

Help me! Help me! No!

(EXCLAIMS)

Tillman! Tillman! Tillman!

Tillman! Tillman!

Good morning, sunshine.

So, are we having fun yet?

Yeah, tons.

Are you kidding me?
This is the boredom capital
of the universe.

Look, Scott,
you're stuck with me
for a month,

so why don't you at least try
and have a good time, huh?

You don't even have cable
or high speed Internet.

My cell phone doesn't even
work out here.

Well, a lot of people
would think that was
a good thing, Scott.

Yeah, unlike
your nasty meatloaf pie.

Since you're so determined
to be miserable out here,

why did you decide
to come along
in the first place?

It's called
a custody agreement, Sheriff.

Listen, I want to get
something straight with you
right off the bat, son.

You might be able to talk
to your little friends
that way,

but I'm not
one of your little friends
and I'm not your peer.

I'm your father,
so I demand respect.

Whatever.

MAN ON RADIO:
Sheriff Riley, come in.

Go for Riley.

Sheriff, that EPA guy
is here again.

Says his partner's
gone missing on the lake.
Over.

Mills?

He probably smoked a bad bowl
and forgot he was
all by himself.

I'll be there
in a few minutes.

Look, I gotta go in to work.
But afterwards
I'll stop by, grab you,

we'll go in to town
and catch a movie, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

(DOG BARKING)

So, why don't you
talk to her already?

Dad, don't you gotta go to work
or somethin'?

Yes.

So, why don't you
talk to her already?

I'll talk to her
when I want to talk to her.

If you're so excited about it,
why don't you go talk to her?

Be careful what you wish for.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! Can I speak to you
for a minute?

Hi, how are you?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Oh, this is not happening.

-Good mornin'.
-Good morning, Sheriff.

Miner, are you crazy,
sneakin' up on somebody
like that?

Hey, that's my job.

Yeah, well, excuse me
while I go do my mine.

You know, I heard someone else
has gone missing on the lake.

How many does that
make now, Sheriff?

Is there
a possible serial killer
on the loose, wild animal?

Maybe an Al-Qaeda jihad?
Care to comment?

Yeah, I care to comment.

You write anything
in that newspaper of yours

that sends my town
into a panic,

I'll be lookin' for you
at the bottom of that lake.

You can quote me on that.

You're a guard dog. Guard!

Who buys your bones?

Can somebody
please explain to me

why the local gossip
has to be breathin' down
my neck?

Hello, Frank.

There's enough
going on around here

without having to deal
with that moron.

I told that dirty,
rotten snoop,

Cal Miner,
to get the heck out of here.

He just started
yammerin' on

about freedom of the press,
or some such.

Why don't you just
shoot him, Sheriff?

If it were only that easy.

There you go,
making things
too complicated again.

Can we make an exception
in Cal's case?

Dale, do not tempt me.

Sheriff, listen...

Hey, Frank, how's it goin'?

Good. Good.

No, no, not that great,
you know.

Yeah, I heard about that.
Why don't you fill us all in?

Okay, well, my partner and I
are workin' on the lake and,

well, the next thing I know
he's in the water.

Just like that?
Yeah.

Well, I'm trying to
get him back in the boat

and he's screamin' and yellin',
and somethin' pulls him under.

He's gone, Sheriff.

I'm a little unclear
on somethin' here.

How exactly did he wind up
in the water
in the first place?

Uh, pretty sure he fell off
leaning over the side.

Frank, I've got
a question for you.

Did you, by any chance,
eat any organic brownies
this morning?

You think this is
just a joke, huh, Sheriff?

Come with me
and I'll show you
the punch line.

Okay, Frank.

I've got a feelin'
I'm not gonna like
what's under that sheet.

(SIGHS)

Wow.

So these are
your friend, huh?

Used to be.

Whatever's in your lake
took the rest of him.

I've got to call Fish
and Wildlife right away.
Cover that up, Charlie.

We've already been called.

RILEY: Oh, oh, oh.

Well, gentlemen,
isn't this just ducky?

Look, James,
if it's any consolation,

I asked them
to send someone else.

Oh, I appreciate
your concern, Emma,
but I'm a professional.

I can handle it. It's just that
I hadn't heard
from you in so damn long.

I sent you an e-mail.

You sent me a group e-mail
about some PETA rally.
How personal was that?

Honestly, I didn't think
you were quite over
your ex-wife.

Well, now, just what the hell
is that supposed to mean?

I hate to break up
couples' therapy,

but I'm not Dr. Phil
and this sure as hell
ain't Oprah.

That's not a toy, Frank!

Emma? Look what you did.

Are you happy?

I'm so embarrassed.

I always had a weak stomach
for blood.

It's a good thing
you weren't out on the lake.
Boy, it was awful.

Pulled him under
so quickly, so strong.
Here.

Somethin' that vicious, Frank,
it had to be a mountain lion,

a sick bear,
something like that.

The chances of a mammal
killing someone
on a lake that deep

are about a billion to one.

About as good as
our chances of findin' out
on this porch.

Think you can handle
going back to the lake, Frank?

Yeah, sure.
Let-- Let's do it.

Okay.

I have a boat. Let's go.

RILEY: Frank, we've been over
the same area four times.

You sure this is
where Tillman went under?

I think so.

Think so?

I didn't know anyone lived
on this side of the lake.

It's crazy Sadie Bickerman.

She moved into that place
a couple years
after her sister went missing.

The way I hear it,

she used to feed live cattle
to a couple of
40-foot prehistoric crocs

she kept in her backyard.

EMMA: (LAUGHING)
What? That's ridiculous.

That's the kind of detail
you could have shared with us
back at the morgue.

Mills, come on.

You know everybody around here
is prone to exaggeration,
if you get my drift.

And crocodiles don't live
as far north as Maine, Frank.

If there really was
one up here,

I'm sure it would've been
a newsworthy occurrence.

Maybe, but that's not
the kind of thing
a lake town would want

featured on its
tourism brochure.

Hey, slow down.

Over there, what is that?

I don't know.

I'm pullin' in,
see if I can't fish it out.

Yeah, let's see here.
Come here.

Just a second,
we'll get there.

Whoa, what are you doin'?

It's not like
you haven't seen
all this before.

Well, we can
wait around here all day

or I can jump in
and see what it is.

Turn around. Turn around!

So, you're just gonna jump in?
You're not even gonna let...

Yeah, I'm goin' in.

You never change.
Turn around!

What do you think?
A 40-foot croc's gonna get me?

(CHUCKLING)

(GASPING)

What is that?

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

Tillman?
Oh, it used to be.

Emma, you get out of there
right now. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

There you go. There you go.

There you go.
Careful. All right.

Come on.

Now do you believe
it's a giant crocodile?

Doesn't mean anything, Frank.
It's just another piece
of the puzzle.

Piece of the puzzle?
We got his foot.
We got his arm.

And now we got his head!

What other pieces
do you need?

Mills, shut up!
You're not being any help.

We're all
on the same team here.
Come on.

Let's go talk to crazy Sadie.

Must be hard
for a sweet old lady

to live out here
all by herself.

Sadie's not that sweet.

She's definitely no lady.

You are right
about the old part, though.

Why don't you let me
talk to her?

Be my guest, Emma.
All right.

(KNOCKING)

Hi. Mrs. Sadie Bickerman?

I'm Emma Warner
from Fish and Wildlife,

and I'm so sorry
to bother you,
but I was just wondering,

can we come in
and ask you a few questions?

Fish and Wildlife?
Mmm-hmm.

Haven't been
a lick of livestock

on this property
since I lost my sister.

Unless you got some answers
for me on that,

why in the world would I want
to talk to you jerks?

Oh, I--I didn't know.

What?
I'm sorry. I was just...

Can we just come in
for a minute?
We won't be long.

You're right. You won't.

Wow. You're great
with the elderly.

You want to try?
Be my guest.

This is Sheriff Riley, Sadie.
Open up!

I'm sorry.
Wasn't that clear enough,
Sheriff?

Sadie, we found a man's head
about 200 yards off your dock.

Wanted to know
if you got any information
about it.

I'm an old lady.

Unless you think
I chopped off
some poor sap's melon,

I don't know how I can help.

Well, you can start
by tellin' us anything you know
about any crocodiles

wandering into
the fresh water of our lake.

I understand
that your sister had
quite a history with crocs.

Don't you mention my sister.
I don't know squat.

Till you get yourself
a warrant,

you can go piss up a rope,
Columbo!

That was great.

SADIE:
Get lost, Barney Miller!

Crazy Sadie knows somethin'.
I can feel it.

She's right.
We can't search her place
without a warrant.

Yeah, but she can't stop us
from searching the lake.

(BARKING)

No! Stop it!

Gosh, I'm sorry about that.

She's very territorial.

No worries.

It's healthy to get
your heart rate up, right?

Yeah, beats the treadmill.

You're Sheriff Riley's son.

Yeah, unfortunately.

Hi, I'm Scott.

I'm Kerri.

This morning your dad said
you had something to tell me.

What? No, no, no.
He's just... Ignore him.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm cool.

You are far from cool, buddy.

Shut up, Thad.

Scott, this is Thad.

Looks like you almost
wet your pants there, pal.

Trust me,
nothin' in this podunk town's

gonna make me
wet my pants.

Oh, yeah?
Where are you from?

I live in Newton,
just outside of Boston,
with my mom.

Oh, I love Boston.
I just got accepted to BC,

but I haven't decided
if I'm gonna go there
or Northeastern, so...

I think
she should stay some place
close to home.

Yeah, well, it's not
really your decision.

Boston is awesome.

I mean, I wish
I could've stayed there
for the summer,

but since my folks split,
my dad thought
I should come up here.

Scott's dad is
Sheriff Riley.

No way!

Doesn't that gay-ass
have anything better to do

than bust up
all our parties?

No, don't worry.
I know he's a buzz kill.

Look, a bunch of us
are gonna go hike

over the other side of lake,
camp overnight.

If you wanna come,
you're more than welcome.

Uh, sure. Definitely.

Baby, when did
you become chairman of
the welcoming committee?

Don't be a jerk, okay?
The least we can do

is show him
that we're not a bunch
of hicks around here.

You got anymore beers
in your bag,

or is your daddy
gonna arrest us?

I'm not worried about it.

Okay, great. It's settled.

So, let's go meet up
with Rachel and Larry,
and we'll grab our gear.

Daisy!

Gosh. So many visitors
this time of day,

you'd think this old lady
was running a brothel.

Oh, come on now,
sexy at 70 is what I'd say.

Well, aren't you the charmer?

It's true. You have very
beautiful eyes,
and eyes have no age.

Now, Mrs. Bickerman...

Oh, call me Sadie.

Well, then, now,
Sadie, let's start
right at the beginning,

and you tell me
everything those folks said.

Oh, look at those
little rascals go.

They get riled up
this time of day.

That reminds me,
I promised
I'd make you a snack.

No, don't worry. I'm fine.
I just have a few questions.

You sit right there.

Be back in a jiffy.

I'm not really hungry, Sadie.

Who said anything about
it being your snack?

What's that?

Out, get out closer
to the edge.

You'll get
a much better shot.

(CLICKING)

What the hell is that?

(SCREAMS)

Guess he really
wasn't hungry.

So, what now, James?

We'll drag the lake,
see if we can't find
the rest of his friend.

You think you're gonna
find him, huh?

I'll bet you anything
he's in the stomach
of that crocodile.

Frank! Hang on!

Come on.
Help!

Come on! Come on,
we just hit a rock.

A rock's not gonna bite you.
Get out of there.

(LAUGHING)

Up we go. Get up here.

All right, all right.

Get Mills a towel, would you?
Come on. Get up. Get up.

Frank, you're being
ridiculous.

I'm telling you,
a local gossip
and a superstitious old lady

still don't make
a giant man-eating crocodile.

(SNORTING)

What?

RILEY: Emma!

Emma, swim to me now.

(GASPING)

Come on.

Can you swim?
Yeah.

Come on!
Come on! Hurry up!

Hurry up! Come on!
Let's go! There it is!

(AIRPLANE WHIRRING)

No crocodiles in Maine,
huh?

That's got to be
the biggest animal
I've ever seen.

Great, tourists.

It's no tourist.

How well
do you know this guy?

I caught him poaching
some endangered bobcats

a couple years back
up near the Canadian border,

just a typical greedy
industrialist.

Only this one fancies himself
a great white hunter.

His ego's twice as big
as that crocodile.

Hi.

Emma.

Never fancied you
for the wet T-shirt type.

Good to see our tax dollars
hard at work.

What are you doin' here,
Struthers?

Well, I got a tip
from a local

there might be somethin'
worth killing in this lake.

The tip didn't happen to come
from a local weasel

by the name of
Cal Miner, did it?

Perhaps you should be
grateful to that weasel.

From the looks of things,
the cavalry got here
just in the nick of time.

Tell you what, you can park
your plane there, $40 a day.

We don't take Visa.
We don't take MasterCard.

Ooh!

Oh, by the way, Emma,
did you get them
bobcat kebabs I sent you?

(EXCLAIMS)

She likes me.

Yeah.

Are we close yet?
'Cause my feet are
totally killing me.

Rachel, when I told you
to wear appropriate shoes,

strappy sandals weren't
what I had in mind.

Vogue says these are
totally appropriate
for summer.

Whatever. This is so lame.

You know, I'll rub 'em
if you want.

I'll rub the rest
of you, too.

Seriously, Larry,
I wouldn't let you
rub my feet,

even if you were
the CEO of Prada.

Your loss.

This is it, suckers.
Check it out!

This is sweet.

♪ It's all those
negative emotions ♪

♪ She never wants
to feel that way again ♪

♪ With every second
that keeps ticking ♪

♪ It keeps on crawling
underneath her skin ♪

Oh, hey,
check this out, Larry.

-What?
-No, right here. Come here.

-What?
-Come here and check this out.

-Right here. No, right here.
Come here, closer.
-What? What?

-You see, right there?
-I don't see anything.

Just to the...

(LAUGHING)

My bad, I guess
there was nothin' there.

Way to go, butthead.
What am I supposed to
wear now?

(GROWLING)

♪ She's got
those negative emotions ♪

Scott, could you
give me a hand?
I can't get my back.

Uh... Yeah, sure.

♪ I never wanted
to take you back ♪

Hey, looks like Boston boy's
makin' a move on your girl.

He can have her.

So, you guys gonna go in?

No, I don't want to
get my hair wet.
I'm just gonna lay out.

I bronze amazingly.

Come on, Scott.
Last one in's gotta
pitch the tent.

Uh, Larry's already
pitchin' a tent.

KERRI: Yeah, I can tell
by the way you guys are
wrestling around in the water.

Uh, no, baby.
This is all for you,
sweetheart.

You're a pig.

So, come on, Scott,
what do you say?
Comin' in?

Uh, no, I'm...
I'm not in the mood.

Afraid you're gonna
get your hair wet?

No, I'm just not a big fan
of the water.

He can keep me company.

Come on, baby.

(WHOOPING)

LARRY: Hey, come on, man.

I'm gonna go for a walk.

Check things out
a little bit.

RACHEL: Suit yourself.

♪ Negative,
negative, negative! ♪

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, Sheriff!

Thanks for comin' out
so quick, Dale.

I brought exactly
what you told me to.

A heck of a lot of heat
in this puppy.

What are you plannin'
on blowin', uh...

What is all this, then?

Oh, we gotta have a talk.

DALE: This thing really work?

Dale, unload the boat.

You know what, Ahmad?

I think I'd like it better
if the flap of the tent
was facin' east,

that way I get a good view
of the mornin' sunrise.

Actually, boss,
you don't want the opening

facing uphill,
in case it rains.

No, it's all right.
Do it my way.

Struthers, I decided
to close the lake.
That means no camping.

Of course,
you and your little pal there
are always welcome

to check in any one of
our lovely B&Bs in town.

Well, you're not gonna
run us in to jail, now,
are you, Sheriff?

I mean, it would be
a terrific waste of manpower,

especially when
you got this giant crocodile
on the loose.

Why don't you just
get out of here?

I'm sure there are
a bunch of unemployed
10-year-olds in Asia

you could be exploiting.

Come on, now, Emma.

You're not
still holdin' a grudge

about them silly bobcats,
are you?

There were
148 of those silly bobcats
left on the entire planet.

Now there are 146,
thanks to you.

Can you leave it go?
I paid the fines.

Everything's not
all about the bottom line.

Well then, the bottom line is,
if I didn't come along
at the time I did,

you'd still be
an endangered species.

I hope you didn't think
you could just fly in here

and kill an animal
that may very well be

the last remaining one
of its kind.

Well, of course I can.
Isn't that right, Sheriff?

I'm afraid it's not my call.
It's Emma's jurisdiction.

All I can do is
ask you to show me permits

for all the firepower
you brought along with you.

Ahmad has all the paperwork
you need.

Good.
That's great.

You're not gonna be able
to use it.

We're doing this
the humane way.

We're gonna trap it
and bring it in alive.

Do you wanna help me?

Well, that's brilliant!

I can see us all holdin' hands
in the belly of the beast

singing Give Peace a Chance.

Oh, please, shut up.

I think
she really likes me, Ahmad.

Whoa!

(SIGHS)

Damn it!

(WATER RUNNING)

(FOLIAGE RUSTLING)

Crocodiles bite down into
the flesh of a victim

and roll over and over until

the disoriented prey drowns
or bleeds to death.

It's called a death roll.

It sounds like
something to avoid.

Oh, yeah. Well, you know,
they're perfect killin'
machines.

And get this.

It wedges the body
of its victim
into an underwater pantry

for future consumption.

Well, when
we're through here,

we'll have plenty of
crocodile steaks
in our pantry, eh?

Boots and belts, too.

I got a question
for the two of youse.

Let me ask you this, geniuses.

What are you plannin'
on usin' for bait?

EMMA: (SIGHING)
Sorry about this, baby.

FRANK: You're kidding.
That's your bait?

Come on.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

There's no way
this is gonna work.
Come on, Dale.

EMMA: Crocodiles eat turtles.
Look it up in Struthers' book.

Get in there.

He's one heck of a turtle.

I don't like this plan.

They growed up in a hole
like this.

RILEY:
Dale, would you be quiet?

Well, now,
that is absolutely brilliant.

You do realize
the thing has eaten
a human being, don't you?

That's right.
Get in there, Struthers.

I suppose you'd prefer
if we just lobbed in
a landmine.

That's way too messy.

Besides,
where's the sport in that?

(ROPE TIGHTENING)

(ANIMAL SQUEALING)

Anybody keepin' kosher?

No, no, no, no,
don't even think about it.
Struthers...

Can you help me
get this out of here
before it hurts itself?

We'll get it.

Dale, hand me...
Hand me the stick.

(SNORTING)

Just...

Thank you.

Just be careful.
Don't hurt it.

I won't.
All right, let's see.

(GRUNTING)
One... Can I reach it?
Two... One more.

It's okay.

Ready?

Dale, hand me the tranq gun.

(ROARING)

Come on, tranq gun! Right now!

(FIRING)

You can't just spray and pray.
You gotta know
what you're shootin' at.

I think you got him, Sheriff.

Whoo! What now?

(ROARS)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

EMMA: Wait! Stop!

You killed it!

No, I think the tranquilizer's
just taken effect.

Come on,
let's tie up its snout.

I don't think
we'll have much time.

Here, let me do that.
No, it's okay. I got it.

Well, this here's
man's work, sweetheart.

Okay.

Dale, be careful.

Don't worry, sir.
I got it covered.

This here's what we call
a four-point granny.

(DALE CHUCKLING)

I learnt it in the Boy Scouts.
Not so tough now, are you?

Whoa! Whoa!

(DALE SCREAMING)

Oh!

(FRANK GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE)

Well, so much
for the humane thing.

Now it's my turn.

Me first.

Mine's bigger.

It's all in how you use it.

So, what do you say now,
Ms. Warner?

You still wanna
make friends with it?

I thought you'd come around
sooner or later.

Too bad for your friends
it was later.

What do you say, Ahmad?
Let's strap up
and go kill us a croc.

I thought you knew
what you were doing.

I do know what I'm doin',

if you'd just let me do it.

Figure it out.

Get the one over there.

Oh, baby.

Hey, sweetheart.
Please don't burn
my fun bags.

Oh, Larry, don't be
such a stupid American.

All the beaches in Europe
are topless.

We are so going there.

Yes, we are.

Guys, come quick.

Seriously, you guys gotta come
check this out.

-Scott, what is it?
-Just come on.

RACHEL: I'm over nature time.
Have a ball.

I'll go with you.

-Well, I'm comin', too, then.
-Don't mind me, guys.

I'm gonna make sure
my little monkeys there
don't get toasty.

Would you believe me
if I told you
I'm completely rich? Filthy?

Where'd you find...
Ahmad, is it?

Yeah, me one-man army.

In the Sudan
I was on safari.

Heard about this lion
that was terrorizin'
a small village.

Killed 16 natives.

I went looking for it
but I couldn't find anything
for two weeks.

Then one night
I hear this wild screaming
from the brush.

Ahmad had found it gnawing
on his mother's throat.

And even though
he was barely a teenager

he jumped on it
with his bare hands.

Actually put up
a hell of a fight.

That's where
he got the scars, huh?

I don't suppose there's
any unsolved crime

in your town,
is there, Sheriff?

I don't suppose
there's any more
to your story, is there?

I'm afraid so.
All right.

Anyhow, I heard the commotion,
ran in and killed the beast,

and Ahmad's been with me
ever since.

He comes in very handy
when there's a bit
of dirty work to be done.

It sounds to me
like you're taking advantage
of the situation.

All set, boss.

SCOTT: There it is.

I've never seen
anything like it before.

What is it?
Girls' panties?

Funny stuff.

You should take your act
on the road,

maybe open up
for Jeff Foxworthy.

I wish.
That guy's hilarious.

So, where is it?

It's right there.

Holy shizzle!

It's creepy.

It looks like a grave
or something.

Totally.
Let's check it out up close.

Uh, I think
that's a bad idea.

Yeah, Thad, I agree.
I think we should
get outta here.

You both do what you want.
I'm checkin' it out.

Come on, you sissies.

Frankie, SPAS-12.

"Sporting purpose,
automatic shotgun."

SPAS-12.
That's what they call
an acronym.

I know what an acronym is,
Struthers.

You never cease
to amaze me, Sheriff.

Anyway, I dropped
a black bear
in Montana with this.

Six rounds at close range,
and it fell
like a sack of nails.

You know,
I never quite understood

the whole sport
of the hunting thing.

I prefer sports
where my opponent knows
they're playing.

RILEY: That's a nice gun.
What the heck is that?

This, my friend,

is a Milkor MGL-140
grenade launcher.

Hit point targets
from 200 feet,
area targets from 400

and it doesn't matter
whether you're drunk or sober.

After seeing
what we're up against,

that little baby
just might come in handy.

-Oh, yeah!
-Here.

Emma.

Hey.

You all right?

You've got to
snap out of it, girl.

You made a call.
You did what you thought
was right.

I killed them.

Sure, they're-- they're dead.

They got chewed up
into little pieces,

but they knew
what was goin' on
when they went in.

They chose to do it anyway.
Come on, it's not your fault.

Look, the important thing
right now

is that we stop this thing

before it kills
either one of us, right?

It wouldn't be a bad idea
to make sure that Struthers

and his pal don't destroy
this entire lake
in the process.

There's still some good fish
in this lake.

Come on.

(BARKING)

Dumb dog.

I told you to stay away
from my feet, Larry.
You freaking perv!

Rachel, that's not me!

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

Larry! Help me!

I'm trying.

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!

Rachel! I'm sorry!

Help! Help!

Did you two have
a nice romantic walk?

Do you have to
get my boat that bloody?

You want your crocodile dead?
You let Ahmad
do what he does best.

He learnt from the best.

I've already got
one mangled boat

to account for,
not to mention a deputy's family

I've got to deliver
some bad news to.

I'll tell you what,
I'll pay the damages
to your boat.

As to your deputy, well,
that's your problem.

Yeah, I'll tell you what,
I'm responsible for that boat,

so I'm gonna drive it.
Don't touch it.

Whatever you say, Sheriff.
Just stay out of Ahmad's way.

STRUTHERS: You about ready?

I'd love to
get this over with tonight

so we can fly out
of this dump.

Don't know, boss.

Something about this one
doesn't seem right.

We may not leave this place.

Ahmad, come on, now,
you must be jokin'.

We've been in a hell of a lot
worse places than this.

Remember them hammerheads
down in Ecuador,
or those snakeheads in...

What was that miserable place?
Baltimore.

This is different.

Real big, real smart,
fast on water and on land...

Well, we just bring it
to the surface,
let it wear itself out,

bring the plane in,
we get one clean kill-shot
and it's over.

We'll be fine.

Here.

(CHUCKLING)

What do you think
built this thing?

Probably a witch.

Wait, don't turn around.
She's right behind you.

Shut up, stupid.

(SNICKERS)

Shut up, Thad.

There's a bunch more
in there.

They look like eggs
of some kind.

Maybe you should
put 'em back.

You're crazy. I've never seen
an egg like this.

No, maybe he's right.
Maybe we should
put 'em back.

SCOTT:
Kerri, put it back, please.

Okay. What kind of egg is it,
smart guy?

A chicken. I don't know,
a lizard or a snake,
or somethin'.

Thad, don't!

Yeah, not smart.

Wait. I think I know
what kind of egg it is.

Scrambled.

(THAD LAUGHING)

Kerri, I'm outta here.

Oh, what's up?
You scared, city boy?

Eggs ain't gonna hurt you.

No, but whatever laid it
might, you dumb hick.

Don't start somethin'
you can't finish.
It'll be your darkest hour.

Stop it, Thad!
You're being such a juvenile!

Oh, I get it.

This turd rolls into town
and suddenly I'm a big prick?

You want her, Scottie boy?
Take her.

I don't need no chick
tellin' me what's what.

Besides, she's gonna head off
to college and leave me

for some study buddy
or somethin', anyways.

Oh, sorry.

Are you gonna run
and tell its mama,

or are you gonna
call your daddy
the Sheriff,

(SNARLING)

Thad, don't turn around.

There's a giant crocodile
behind you.

Crocs in this lake?
Real funny.

I'm not kidding.

You must think I'm an idiot.
Okay.

So, there's a giant crocodile
behind me?

I'm-- I'm real scared.
Could you guys

go get me a tissue?
I think I'm gonna cry.

(EXCLAIMS)

(CROCODILE HISSING)

Hey, hey!

(SCREAMING)

Let's go. Run!

Kerri, come on!

(SOBBING) What happened?
What is that thing?

My guess is
whatever laid those eggs.

She is not happy.

This is
Captain Jack Struthers,
your eye in the sky.

I have no visual confirmation.

How about you, sonar?

(BEEPING)

I don't have anything either.

Just making sure
you're still awake.

I can't do this
all by myself.

Struthers a pretty good pilot?

No, not really.

He's failed every flight test
known to man.

He's crashed
three times already.

Once was even into
an elementary school.

Poor kids.

Basically, he's
the last person on the Earth

who should be flying a plane.

What?

It was nothing.

(BEEPING)
Wait. I got it.

It's moving fast
towards the boat.

It's coming right up
behind you.

James, turn the boat around,
and be careful.

Did you hear that, Ahmad?
Be ready.

Wait. I lost it. I lost it.

Ahmad, I thought I told you
to check everything.

I did. It was working fine.

Yeah, well,
obviously you didn't.

What are you waitin' for?
Do it!

(BEEPING)

Wait, it's slowing down.
It's slowing down.

STRUTHERS: They need air.

Let the thing
wear itself out.

I'll get it
when it comes back up
to the surface.

Wait. I lost it.

I lost it.

It must have bit itself free.

That was a 1,500-pound line.
It's impossible.

Line snapped clean.
Harpoon must still be in him.

(SONAR BEEPING)

I think you'd better get
another harpoon ready.

STRUTHERS: There he is!
Ahmad, stand down.

I paid for this operation.
I get the kill-shot.

No, boss, we got it.

Here it comes.

Play all the games you want.

I'm coming for you,
you scaly little bastard.

I'm coming in to lure it away.
I'll be taking the kill-shot.

AHMAD: No, boss.
I'm locking in on my shot now.

What is he doing?

He's gonna try to ram us.
Shoot it. Shoot it!

What the hell was that?

Damn fool.

Jump.

(GASPING)

(CLENCHING TEETH)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(ECHOING)

(OWL HOOTING)

(FROGS CROAKING)

(SINGING)

This is all I could salvage
from my second boat.

I guess we could use it
as firewood.

So, you lost two boats.

I lost a plane
and you don't hear me
whingein'.

Well, in case
you haven't noticed,

I'm not exactly the Sheriff
of Manhattan here, Struthers.

Losin' two boats
is gonna put quite a crimp
in my town's finances.

Well, I'll pay
for your boats.

Really?

Yeah. Call it a donation.

I can always use
the write-off.

I'll have Ahmad
cut you a check.

RILEY: Well, thanks.

Looks like Ahmad likes
to cut things, anyway.

That head's gonna look
fantastic on me wall.

Don't you think
it should go
on Ahmad's wall?

He was the one
who actually killed it.

Well, one thing I know is

that thing won't be eatin'
any of us anymore.

That's the important thing,
isn't it?

Right, I forgot.
You came here to save lives.

You're a big hero.
I mean, I particularly
like the part where you

pretended to cry
when the croc came after you.

That was really brave.

Ahmad, you wanna hurry up
with them steaks
before the fire goes out?

You know what?
You should smoke one of these.

Best thing you ever tasted.

Smells good.
Well, it ought to.

$500 per box.

Of course, you know
what would go really well
with a good cigar?

Just a wee bit of Scotch.

Well, if you were to have
a wee bit of Scotch,

I think I could

forego the open container
violation.

Ahmad, take out
that Johnnie Walker Blue,
would you?

Ahmad?

AHMAD: Get it yourself.

I beg your pardon?

You have a very poor way
of showing gratitude.

Gratitude?

Well, I--I keep you employed.

Employed?

For years I've waited on you.

I've cooked and I've cleaned
and I've killed for you,

and never once
a single thank you.

Well, need I remind you
that if it wasn't for me,

you'd still be
a lion's dinner?

I saved your life,
so don't talk to me
about gratitude.

Oh, I remember that lion.

I remember that lion
very well,

but not because it took you
four shots to hit it

at point blank range,

including this one
and this one.

I remember that lion
because you've reminded me
of it every day

for the past 14 years
of my life.

Well, this ends today.

My debt to you is paid

in full.

I wish you good luck
in finding a new employee.

Yeah, go on. Fine.
Don't need youse, anyway.

Well, I'm turning in
for the night.

(LAUGHING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Tell me something,
Struthers,

how long you and Ahmad
been married?

(SIGHS)

I'm sure
your view of the sunset
will be worth it tomorrow.

How about being a sport
and helpin' us out,
for old time's sake?

How about
you re-pitch your tent
in the lake?

It might be drier.

(AHMAD LAUGHING)

You think
it's really necessary

for you to be
enjoying yourself so much?

Maybe now
you'll have some respect

for the next man
who does your dirty jobs.

(GRUNTING)

(SIGHS)

STRUTHERS: Well, I hope
you're nice and cozy in there.

Yes, very comfortable.
Thank you.

Son of a...

Can we stop for a break?

I think we should try
and get as far away
from the lake as possible.

Scott, we don't even know
where we are.

We've been wandering
around for hours.

All right.
Let's try to find
a hiding spot, okay?

(ROARING)

You comfortable?

Besides being soaking wet,

freezing cold,
and hungry enough

to eat an entire
HomeTown Buffet?

Yeah, I'm doing excellent.

Yeah, that was kind of
a stupid question, huh?

No. It was sweet. Thanks.

Hey, it could be worse.

How?

I could be out here
all by myself.

(FOLIAGE RUSTLING)

(BOTH GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, God!
Thank God it's you guys.

Larry!

Where's Rachel?
Is she okay?

She didn't make it.
Where's Thad?

Oh, my God!
We're going to die, man!

(SOBBING)

We gotta keep moving.
Come on.

(CROCODILE GRUNTING)

Ahmad! Ahmad! Ahmad! Ahmad!

(STRUTHERS SCREAMING)

Come on! Come on! Go!

Ahmad! Come on!

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

James!

James!

(SCREAMING)

Ahmad, hang on!

He's gone.

(SIGHS)

Where-- Where's Ahmad?

(OWL HOOTING)

It's okay.
I'm pretty sure owls
have never eaten anybody.

Yeah? How do you know?

I didn't think
there was alligators
up in Maine either.

Actually, I think
it's a crocodile.

I heard rumors
that one got lost up here
several years ago.

(ON RADIO)
Hello? It's Sheriff Riley.
Anybody there? Come in.

Sheriff, Sheriff, I'm here.
I'm here.
How are you holdin' up?

It's not going so good.

There's another of those
darn crocodiles out here,

just took out
Struthers' man.

Listen, would you please
get on the phone
and talk to Mike Hobson, Jr.?

Tell him we can't wait
around for him anymore.

We need that boat ASAP.

Will do.

Oh, and Sheriff...

What?

I almost forgot.
Scott called over today,

said to tell you
he's going camping

with some friends
tonight at the lake.

I haven't
heard from him since.

I thought I told you
to close the lake.

Nobody's supposed to be
on the lake.

Yeah, I wasn't entirely sure
what--what you meant by that.

When I get back to the office
I'm gonna throw
a dart at you. Over.

-Over.
-Damn it!

What's up?

My son is out there
somewhere on the lake
with his friends.

I gotta go find him.

Well, might as well
bring some firepower.

Bring your acronym.

My what?

B.Y.A.

Oh.

He probably went to
the campground
over by Crazy Sadie's.

(CROCODILE GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

What do we do?

Run.
Don't.

It's too fast.
It'll catch us.

Well, what do we do, then?

We go up.

You fricking kiddin' me?

Scott! Watch out!
Scott!

KERRI: Hurry! Move your leg.

Scott, come on.

(GRUNTING)

Get him up! Come on!
Go. Go!

Get up here!
Keep goin'!

(CLANGING)

STRUTHERS: What is that?

EMMA: I thought
you shut down the lake.

Yeah, I did
shut down the lake.

We're going to
Sadie Bickerman's house,

find out exactly
what we're up against.

RILEY: Sadie!

I need to talk to you!

You're a little late, Sheriff.

Did you get that warrant,

or did you just come by
to take a peek
at an old lady in a nightie?

Look, I don't have time
for your games.

I've got some questions.
I need some straight answers.

Well, unless
you're arresting me,

all I got for you
is nothin'.

Have it your way, Sadie.
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against
you in a court of law.

I already told you,
I don't know anything
about this crocodile business.

Sadie!

I already told you,
I have some questions

and I need some
damn answers from you.

I'd ask you all in
for a nightcap

but I think
you'd all look better
in a dunce cap.

Listen, Sadie,
for cryin' out loud...

EMMA: This is serious.

People's lives
are at stake.

Too bad you can't talk
to my sister.

I heard
she had quite a history
with crocodiles.

Sadie, my son is out there
right now somewhere
with his friends.

My son, Sadie. Please.

Maybe I know
a little something.

That's great.
Anything you can tell us
will help.

Somebody tell Trixie

to shut her cake hole
before I change my mind.

Emma.

There are three of 'em.

(SIGHS)
Okay?

Three of them?

There's Max.

I named him
after my late husband

because he was always hungry,
like Max was.

Then there's, uh, George, Jr.,

named after the President
because he was slow, too.

And the last one
was big girl Martha,

Martha Stewart,

pretty tough bird
in her own right.

How do you know she's female?

She got a mean streak
I ain't never seen in no man.

Also...

(WHISPERING)
I caught George, Jr. tryin'

to stick it to her
one night on the shore.

I wonder
which one of these darlin's
Ahmad took out.

Struthers.

Pardon me?

I just said, um,
they're adorable names.

Cram it, fancy pants.
You think
I'm some dumb cluck.

I know what you're trying
to do to them!

Sadie, Sadie,
Sadie, Sadie.

Tell me, uh,
what have you been...

What have you been
feedin' these things?

What is it?

It's nothing.
Go back to sleep.

Oh, my gosh. That's vile.

Don't tell me you're
one of those vegetarians.

No, that meat is pumped
so full of growth hormones,

I'm surprised
those crocs are still alive.

Well, I can't afford
three tons
of Kobe beef a month.

My Social Security checks
ain't what they used to be.

This is all
you been feedin' 'em, Sadie,
beef rejected by the FDA?

Pretty much.

I've noticed they've been
a lot hungrier lately.

Yesterday Martha ate
a big rat off my dock.

We gotta go out
and find those kids.

Sadie, listen, uh,

I want to thank you
for giving me
this information.

I know it couldn't have been
easy for you.

When I do
what it is I have to do,

I promise I'll be
as humane as possible.

Good luck.

My babies sure as hell
won't be so humane with you.

Larry, come on, dude,
wake up.

Larry! Wake up, dude.

It's your turn
to be lookout.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Keep your eyes peeled
for that thing.

Wake us up
if it goes back
into the lake.

I know. I'm not stupid.

If you say so.

RILEY: Oh, no. Scott! Scott?

Wait a minute.
That's not Scott.
I recognize that sneaker.

That's Thaddeus,
old man Sanders' boy.

Poor kid.

Oh, my God.

What is this thing?

It's a nest, which means
mama croc is nearby
and she's territorial

and she's hungry
and she's ticked.

-Sounds like the ex-wife.
-It's not funny.

We need to get
these eggs out of here
as soon as possible

-before they hatch.
-Yeah, let's split up.

Struthers, stay here
with Emma and help her
get the eggs out.

Get them out? I think
we should blow them up.

Not a chance.

We need to get
these eggs out of here

and back to the lab
as soon as possible.

Well, whatever
the hell it is you do,
do it in a hurry.

Okay, well, we'll meet you
back at the campsite.

You go find Scott?

All right. Give me
the grenade launcher.

Give me
the grenade launcher!

You two be careful.

You hear me?

Yeah.

RILEY: Scott!

(SNORING)

Larry, you okay?

(LAUGHING)

Don't worry, guys. I'm fine.

Yo, this ground
is really soft.

(WHISPERING)
Larry, don't move.

That's not the ground.

What the heck
are you talkin' about?

Don't do that.

(SHUDDERING)

Oh, shit!

Run!

(LARRY SCREAMING)

(LARRY SCREAMING)

Anybody, can you hear me?

(SCREAMING STOPS)

Now's our chance.
If we hop down and run,
we can make it to the road

before it gets back,
and then we're home free.

I'm not going down there.
No way.

We can't stay up here
forever.

Who knows
when help's gonna get here?
It's now or never.

You think we can make it?

Yeah.

Okay. You first.

All right. Keep an eye out.

Okay. Come on.

Wait. It's still here.

(CROCODILE GRUNTING)

(WHISPERING)
We're gonna do it on three.

-What if it catches us?
-It won't.

-I'm scared, Scott.
-Don't be. Ready?

One, two, three.

(BARKING)

Daisy.

Wait! She'll be okay.

No!
We gotta run now!

What about Daisy?

We'll come back for her.

(DAISY BARKING)

Scott!

RILEY: Scott!

Get down.

You two okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're fine.
But Thad and...

Yeah, I know. I saw him.

I thought for a second
he was you.

Is there anybody else
out here with you?

Long story.
Tell me on the way
out of here.

We gotta... We gotta leave.

There's still another one
of those damn things

around here somewhere.
Come on.

(SIGHS)

This nest would explain
their sudden aggression.

Protecting the young
is serious business.

Well, that's truly
fascinating.

But right now
I'm more concerned
with the serious business

of protecting me own arse,
so let's finish this up, huh?

Here, let me
give you a hand with that.

(GROANS)

You all right?

Me knees, an old injury.

Hunting?

Uh, tango lessons, actually.

Sadie! Open up.

Hi.

You must be Sheriff, Jr.

I guess you didn't
get eaten.

You know your dad's
a dumb doofus, don't you?

Yeah.

He's a nice boy, Sheriff.
Thank you...

Focus. Listen, I need
these two to stay here
until backup arrives.

And I need to go get
somethin' out of your freezer.
Thank you.

Pretty soon
I'm gonna have to start
charging you rent.

RILEY:
Send a bill to the State.

Come on in.

Just make sure
you wipe your feet
before you...

SADIE: Oh, Lord.

Look at that.
Raised in a barn?

(COUGHS)

Come on in.

Wait! Dad,
please let me help you.

I don't have time
to explain this
to you again right now, son.

What if you don't
make it back? Then what?

If anything were to happen
to you out there

I'd never be able
to forgive myself.

It'd be a hell of a lot worse
than me not makin' it back.

Look,

you saved Kerri's life.
I'm real proud of you.

But you gotta stay here.
You gotta take care of her.

She needs you right now
a whole lot more than I do.

Besides, I think
she kind of likes you.

She does like me,
doesn't she?

Somebody's gettin' older.
Somebody's gettin' smarter.

I'll see you, son.

Dad?
Yes!

Good luck.

Good luck to you, too.

Are you sure
this is a good idea?

I mean, I think
we was pretty well situated
back at the campsite.

Well, can you see the nest?

No. But I can see the Sheriff.
Riley! Over here!

I got this
out of Sadie's freezer
to use as bait.

The kids will be safe there.
What the hell
are you doin' here?

I thought I told you
to wait back at the camp.

Well, Struthers was gonna
get up high enough

to see the nest, but...

Come on, Struthers,
stop loafing.
Get up there.

Come on, I got a plan.

Happy climbing, Struthers.

He's got a plan.

Well, I'm sure
it's better than yours.

RILEY: A good Scout
always has a Plan B.

So, do you really think
it's gonna eat
one of these things?

It doesn't actually
have to eat
one of these things.

It just has to get
close enough

so that I can ruin its day

when I push this button.

Besides, anything's better

than hopin'
Struthers gets off
a good shot, right?

Come on.

Thank you.

I didn't know anybody
lived out here.

Yeah. Just me.

But I get visitors
from time to time.

It must get lonely.

Do you have any kids?

You could say so.

Two of them died recently.

They were good boys.
I loved them a whole lot.

Three of my friends
died out there.

They were eaten by these big,
ugly monsters.

Ugly? Is that so?

Yeah.

You should've seen them.

Big, nasty creatures.
They were vicious.

Pretty young girls.

Hmm?

Nothing, dear. Scott?

Will you do
an old lady a favor?

Sure.

I don't like it out here.
I wanna go back inside.

She's right. It's probably safer
inside your house,
Mrs. Bickerman.

Okay.
Don't be such wusses.

I want to show Kerri something
and then we'll head back in.

Look. Look. See?

(WATER SPLASHING)

Those are white perch.

Excitable little things,
aren't they?

I don't really like fish.

I wanna go back
inside now, okay?

No, no, don't go. Just...

No, please!
Let go of me!

-Wait for a minute. Wait. Wait.
-Let go of me! Let go!

Help! Let go!

Kerri, look out!

(SCREAMING)

(CROCODILE SNARLING)

(CROCODILE GRUNTING)

There's four of 'em.

(FOLIAGE RUSTLING)

(SIGHS)

I hate that rabbit.

(CHIRPING)

The eggs are making
a weird noise.

No, no, I read about that.

They chirp
when they wanna let
the mother know

they're about to hatch.

Emma, the mama crocodile's
right over there.

She's not gonna
go to the nest.

She's gonna go
right to the eggs.

Get out of there!

Struthers, take a shot.
I can't see.

-Take a shot!
-I can't see!

(GRUNTING)

James!

If I shoot with this
I'm gonna blow
the whole place up.

Take a damn shot!

(CROCODILE GRUNTING)

You are useless.

(GRUNTING STOPS)

Son of a bitch
never had a chance!

I guess you've got a head
for your wall now, huh, Emma?

(SCREAMS)

Well, look at that.
Emma and the Sheriff,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

How about me?
I'm swingin' up here
in the tree!

Nice.

Oh, well,
isn't that beautiful?

What a picture they make.

(EXCLAIMS)

Wait here.

Say good night, Gracie.

Damn it, Scott, I thought
I told you to stay...

Bickerman lied
about her crocs.
There's four of 'em.

Four of them?

If anything happens to me,
you make sure Emma gets
out of here alive.

Emma, get back.

I'm gonna
blow this thing right into
the middle of next week.

After a while, crocodile.

(RILEY SIGHS)

(ROARING)

Dad, here!

Hey! We're here!

Thank God.

Scott, come here.

Look, I'm gonna take Emma
and these eggs to the lab.

I'll probably be home
pretty late.

Okay.

I'm trustin' you here.

Okay. Okay.

I hope all this didn't
scare you out of town.

Me? Nah, I'm still here
for the summer.

I'm not sure how much time
I'm gonna be spendin'
down by the lake, though.

Tell me about it.

Boston College is looking
a lot more inviting now.

Not too many crocodiles
on those streets,
mostly just drunks.

But don't worry,
they don't bite.

(BARKING)

Daisy!

Good girl. Good girl.

Wow, dog sure knows
how to milk it.

Apparently,
I should have faked
my own death.

Scott.
Kidding. Kidding.

(CROCODILES CHIRPING)

So, how are
our passengers doin'?

Oh, they seem to be fine.

Just watch the bumps.

I'll watch the bumps.

How much further
is this place?

About two hours.

We can stop in Bangor
for dinner if you want.

Really?

So, finally giving me
a second chance
at another date, huh?

On one condition.

What's that?

No talkin' about
ex-wives or crocodiles.

Deal?

Deal.