'Gator Bait (1973) - full transcript
Desiree lives deep in the swamp and supports herself and her siblings by poaching. Ben and deputy Billy hope to get a little sexual comfort from the "Cajun swamp rat" when they catch Desiree trapping 'gators, and give chase. Desiree outsmarts them but Billy accidentally shoots Ben and tells his sheriff dad that Desiree did it. Ben's dad and sons join them in the search party and quickly get out of control. Soon the hunters become the hunted as Desiree exacts her revenge for their violence against her family.
(slow banjo music)
(melancholy Cajun music)
(upbeat Cajun music)
* Desiree
* You're a true, sweet Cajun
* Come to me, my
belle of light *
* I want you, I need
you to be mine *
* And I'll wait for
you inside this house *
- [Ben] Let's go,
she ain't comin'.
- She'll be here.
Found her snares yesterday.
Want the prize?
- Yeah, it's cold
out here, Billy.
- Do it before it's too late.
If you look back to much,
you'll be heading in the
wrong direction. (laughs)
- I'm going home,
she ain't comin'.
Let's go.
- She'll be here.
(singing in foreign language)
- [Ben] I'm going home.
She ain't worth freezin' for.
- Come on, Ben, stay huh.
She's worth it.
- Let me drive?
- What?
- Let me drive the boat.
- You'll wait with me?
- Let me drive.
- Okay, you got a deal.
* Oh pretty Cajun
* Tell me that you love me
* Let me build you a small
shack in Sacrist Bay *
* And I'll never let
you stray from me *
(singing in foreign language)
(Billy shushing)
(motor humming)
There she is.
Oh, that is some
piece, ain't it?
I told you she'd be
worth waiting for.
Look at that.
- How we gonna get her
to lay down out here
and screw us in all this swamp?
- She ain't got no choice.
She either screws us or
she gets behind bars.
Putting a wildcat like
that behind bars is bad.
- Yeah, Leroy tried to
get him a piece of her
and you know what she did?
She cut his balls off.
- That's 'cause your
brother's stupid.
We ain't stupid. (laughs)
(gator hissing)
We got her now.
Hey coon there!
We caught ya!
We done caught ya, red handed!
(motor starting)
(Billy laughing)
Come on, start that boat.
- [Ben] Whoa, watch out.
- Woo!
Go damn, hey don't kill me.
(Billy laughing)
(lively music)
Go faster.
Don't lose her.
Don't lose her at the bend.
She's over there.
Woo-hoo.
Hey, to the right, to the right.
Woo-hoo!
Come on, get her.
Come on, Ben, give her that!
Hey, watch out,
you're gonna drown me!
Hey cooner!
Hey, Desiree.
Pull over in the name of the
law and drop your britches.
Closer, closer and I'll grab
me a piece of that right now.
Woo!
Desiree, wanna fornicate?
- [Ben] What's that, Billy?
- [Billy] I don't
know, but sounds good.
We caught ya poaching
that gator, Cajun.
You got a choice,
either jail or us.
Woo!
Hey poontang, we gonna
give you a free ride.
Hey, hey!
Hey Cajun!
Come on, Ben.
Watch, Ben, Watch that tree!
You gonna smack my
daddy's boat and kill me!
Come on, woo!
Turn to blind slew, Ben.
We got her now.
We got her trapped
now, Ben, woo-hoo!
Hey, cooner, we caught ya.
We caught ya poaching.
- Yeehaw!
- [Billy] God!
Ah, snakes!
Oh, I hate snakes!
(gunshot firing)
Oh, snakes!
(gunshots firing)
- Do something,
Billy, do something!
- I am doing something!
(gunshots firing)
Ben!
Pa!
Pa!
It's murder, Pa.
Murder, just plain murder.
Them, them them snakes
jumping around my.
- What are you talking
about, Billy Boy?
- Oh, it's.
That Cajun wildcat,
Pa, she did it.
She killed Ben Bracken.
- Ben Bracken, are you sure?
- Sure I'm sure, Pa.
Me and Ben, we was riding
around in your new boat
just like you told me.
Just riding around
looking around,
and we caught her
poaching gators.
- Damn it, Billy Boy, how
many times have I told you
to leave that Cajun alone!
Her daddy and her daddy's daddy
has been hunting these gators
in these swamps for 100 years,
and me or no new fangle
law's gonna change that!
Now it's murder.
I've got to go in and
drag that wildcat out
and on the only way you get
those swamp rats out is dead!
- [Billy] I'm sorry, Pa, me
and Ben didn't mean nothing.
- Well you tell that
to them there Brackens.
There's gonna be hell to pay.
Did you bring young
Ben's body out?
- No, Pa, I couldn't.
She blowed his head clean off.
Besides, she sunk your boat.
- Holy Jesus, she
sunk my boat, too?
I just paid $3000 for that boat!
Oh God, wait'll I get
my hands on that girl.
Why she's ornerier
than her old man.
Come on, let's go
tell them Bracken's.
Best to get this
thing over with.
Somebody's gonna get killed.
- You reckon we better get some
more men to back us up, Pa?
- Hell no, she's only one girl.
Best to keep this thing quiet.
No use upsetting everybody.
- What you reckon them
Bracken's gonna do, Pa?
- I don't know.
TJ's a mean old bastard
and Pete and Leroy I think
are just sick in the head.
(calming Cajun music)
(man spitting)
- Lauralee.
- [Lauralee] Yeah?
- Where's Leroy?
- I don't know.
(lively Cajun music)
- [Pete] You sure look fine
sliding around in that thing.
- Feels good, too.
Stop this, store bought.
- Why don't you
give me a little?
(Lauralee screams)
(Lauralee screams)
(whip cracking)
(Pete screams)
- Pete Bracken, I oughta
kill ya, ya horny bastard.
(Lauralee panting)
That there's your sister!
The hell you trying to do?
Get her knocked up
with some dimwit kid,
turn out like you, huh?
(whip cracking)
(Lauralee panting)
I'll give ya horny, son.
- Oh Pa, Pa!
(whip cracking)
(Pete whimpering)
(whip cracking)
(calming music)
- Pa, Pa, Pa!
What the hell you
trying to do, kill him?
(Leroy spits)
You better come up
the house quick,
the Sheriff and son's coming.
Shit.
- Lauralee.
- Yeah, Pa?
- Get yourself dressed and
get some supper on the table,
we got company, you hear?
- Okay, Pa.
- Git!
- I'll do all the talking,
you hear, Billy Boy?
Come on.
(Leroy spitting)
- Howdy, Sheriff, Billy Boy.
- TJ.
- What y'all doing
round these parts?
Ya hunting for somebody?
- Well, you might say that, TJ.
Me and Billy Boy are
going in the swamps
and bring out the
Thibodeau girl.
- By yourself?
Man, you're gonna
have your hands full.
That swamp ain't no place for
nobody to go in by himself.
Ain't nobody even knows
where them Thibodeau's live,
'cept me, and I ain't for sure.
So long since I been there.
Must be something mighty bad
make you wanna go all the
back there for some gal.
I admit she's pretty
as her ma, but man,
coon ass comes a whole lot
easier than that. (laughs)
Something bad all right.
Y'all stay for supper.
- Sure, TJ.
Now TJ, I'm afraid I got
some bad news, for ya.
It's young Ben, he's dead.
(somber music)
I'm sorry, TJ.
- Oh no, not Ben.
That's my baby.
Damn!
Who did it?
- Easy, TJ.
It was Desiree Thibodeau.
Billy Boy and Ben caught
her poaching them gators
and silly fools
tried to stop her.
- She shot Ben.
And she sank Pa's boat, too.
- Now you see there, Sheriff,
she done it this time.
There's me, now Ben.
- [TJ] Where is he?
- He's in the
swamps, Mr Bracken.
I tried, I tried to find him.
I looked all over for him.
Hell, I couldn't find him.
- Well you go look again.
We're gonna look again
and again and again.
Don't leave my
boy for no gators.
(sullen music)
- Hell, ain't no use
lookin' round here no more.
- Done been through here, twice.
I believe Billy Boy's right.
Damn swamp does got him.
- [Billy] Yeah, swamp's
got him, Mr Bracken.
I looked, I looked real good.
I been all over here.
- Didn't look good enough, boy.
We're gonna find him.
- Mr Bracken, I been through
all these swamps here before.
- [TJ] Why didn't
you put her away
when I told you to, Sheriff?
- [Sheriff] Hell, TJ, why
she done have to be put away
for something other than
poaching these gators.
Can't put her away for
something like that.
- [TJ] None of that
family any good.
Gal's a bitch just
like her ma was.
How bout what she
did to Leroy, aye?
- [Sheriff] Now hold on,
TJ, that was Leroy's doing.
He was told to stay
away from that gal.
Shit, a plain case of rape
as far as I'm concerned,
her being a youngin' and all.
Besides, I'd had to
put him in jail, too,
if it'd come to court
and I told you so.
- [Billy] Ain't nothing
here, Mr Bracken.
- [TJ] We gotta keep lookin'.
- [Sheriff] Damn TJ, we
been all over these parts
have a dozen times now.
- Why don't we try over there?
- Ben!
Ah, Ben!
Ben.
Ben.
- [Leroy] Pa!
- Oh God. (crying)
- I'm sorry, TJ.
- Sorry?
I'm going in after that
God damn, coon ass bitch.
(tense music)
- We'll all go in after her.
After all, I'm still
law here bouts, TJ.
- Bullshit.
Oh Ben.
- [Billy] It was Desiree,
Mr Bracken, it was her.
I bet she's out there
with that brother and
sister of hers right now,
laughin' at us.
(motor humming)
(motor humming)
- Desiree.
Careful.
- How you be?
- You didn't do well, no?
- No good.
Almost got caught today.
Ben Bracken and Sheriff's boy.
Here.
From now on we track
different swamps.
New places now.
Come on.
Tomorrow we catch armadillo, no?
- Ain't no one knows for sure
where they are
'cept the coonies.
They don't talk to nobody.
- [Pete] I wonder if
she's got a man out there?
- Don't you ever
think of nothing else.
- Ooh.
- [Pete] What the hell
you laughing about?
You can't do nothing
but think about it.
- Shut your mouth, pecker head.
Make you want me
to shut it for ya.
- Leroy, Pete, get
your asses in the boat!
(lively Cajun music)
* Born in some Salusean
* Made a living like a man
* Desiree
* Laughter was just a game
* Played by rubes yet a name
* Desiree
* Get your rainbow skipping by
* Kiss the sun embrace the sky
* Desiree
* Desiree
* Desiree
- [TJ] Come on, Leroy.
Let's go see if we can
find out from these coonies
where that gal moved.
- [Leroy] They ain't
gonna tell ya nothing, Pa.
- [TJ] Well hell, it
won't hurt to ask.
(tense music)
Pete, Billy Boy, y'all
stay with the boats.
- [Billy] Hell,
Pete can handle it.
I always get left
outta the action.
(lively music)
* Mornin's in Louisian
* Made her living like a man
* Desiree
* Laughter was just a game
* Played by rubes yet a name
* Desiree
* Then one day her
life was still *
* Soul was gone,
blood was spilled *
* Desiree
* Trouble movin'
through the swamp *
* Trouble that you
just can't stop *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
* Killer killer,
what's the crime *
* Problem men set out to try
* For Desiree
* Trouble movin'
through the swamp *
* Trouble that you
just can't stop *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
- There's a place over there.
Might as well bed
down for the night.
No use lookin' for that
coonie in the dark.
- [Pete] Hey Pa?
- [TJ] Yeah?
- [Pete] You reckon we're
ever gonna find that place?
- [TJ] We're gonna find it.
Just keep looking, it's
round here somewhere.
- [Julie] How long you be?
- Two, maybe three day.
This time I go deep into swamp.
Maybe I get better luck.
No, you stay here
with your sister.
You take care of Julie now, huh?
You be a good boy.
- Good luck to you.
We'll get some wood.
(birds chirping)
- [TJ] Where you going, Pete?
- [Pete] I'm just gonna
go take a crap, Pa.
- [TJ] No, you stay here
before you get yourself
lost in swamps, ya here?
- [Pete] I ain't gonna get lost.
I growed up in these swamps.
- [TJ] You do what I tell ya.
I don't want the same
thing happen to you
that happened to Ben.
- [Pete] All right, Pa.
(Julie humming)
Pa, Pa!
Pa!
(Julie humming)
Pa, that's it, that's
it right there.
- [TJ] That's it, all right.
Bet that bitch is inside.
- Ooh-wee, I told
you she was pretty.
I'm a get me a piece of that.
- Sheriff, pull on here.
Here's what we're gonna do.
Sheriff, you and Billy
Boy pull on that way,
me and Leroy will
go around this way.
Pete.
- Yeah, Pa?
- Get in with the
Sheriff and Billy Boy.
- Okay, Pa.
Haul real quiet now, real quiet.
(Julie humming)
(twig snapping)
- How y'all be?
(boys laughing)
- Let me see what
you got, little girl.
Ow!
See what you got, little girl.
(Julie screams)
- All right, drop her, boy!
Plenty of time
for that later on.
Where's your sister?
I asked you a question!
(boys laughing)
- Morning, coon ass.
Get up.
- Where's your sister?
(Leroy screaming)
- Hey Pa, look what I got here!
- Easy boy, easy.
Easy boy.
- Where's your sister, huh?
Where's your sister?
- What's the matter, coonie?
Cat got your tongue?
- You gonna answer me,
you coonie bastard,
or am I gonna feed
you to the gators?
Now where is she?
- Stop!
He got no tongue!
- Let him go, Leroy.
We'll wait.
She'll be back.
- I been waiting for something
like you for a long time,
little girl.
(Julie whimpering)
- Pete, get your ass
down to the boat.
- Oh now, Pa?
- You get in and
make some supper.
Leroy, go in and watch her.
Get in there.
- Now, Pa?
- Right now!
Go on, you coon
ass, get in there.
- Come on, Billy Boy.
- [Sheriff] Go on
with him, Billy Boy.
- Hurry up, Billy Boy.
- I'm hurrying.
Boy, I tell you what?
Pa ain't gonna keep me from
getting to that little girl.
I been waiting a long time for
something as pretty as that.
- Yeah, well mind if
I get to her first.
- First?
Now look, I found her
first, so I'm going first.
- All right, I'll take second.
(Leroy spitting)
(knife slamming)
(Julie whimpering)
- [Leroy] You sure are
a pretty little thing.
Yeah.
(Julie crying)
- No, no you don't,
you little bastard.
Get back here.
(Julie crying)
I want you to keep a
tight reign on them boys.
I don't want no accidents
to happen down here.
- Yeah, we know all about
accidents, don't we, Sheriff?
- That's not the point.
- Let's go.
Come on, Joe Bob,
bring the boy and
let's look around,
see if we can find a
sign of that bitch.
(Julie screaming)
- Don't ever do that again.
(Julie screaming)
(Leroy shushing)
Now, now you gonna tell me
where that bitch sister
of yours is, huh?
(Julie crying)
You gonna tell me where that
bitch sister of yours is?
Now you tell me.
You tell me and I
won't hurt you at all.
(Leroy shushing)
Now don't make a sound.
Gonna tell me where that
sister of yours is, huh?
- Hey, big brother.
What you up to?
How'd you get her
in such a huff?
(boys laughing)
- Where you going,
little coonie, huh?
Where you goin'?
(Julie screaming)
Huh, come here.
- Yeah, Pete.
(Julie screaming)
Woo!
Whoa, whoa whoa.
A wildcat, Pete.
Go in, yeah.
(Julie screaming)
(Julie crying)
- Gonna stop 'em, TJ?
- Ain't no business of mine.
Boys will be boys.
Besides, ain't gonna do nothing
she wouldn't want them to do.
- Say, get it, boy.
Wanna get yourself killed?
She's gonna be all right.
Ah, damn!
- [TJ] Got ya!
(whip snapping)
(tense music)
Get outta here boy, before
you get yourself killed.
Weren't no use keeping the boy.
Besides, he'll bring
that sister of his back.
(intense music)
- [Billy] Whoa, whoa, oh
you're a wildcat, aren't ya?
Kiss a guy, come on.
(Julie screaming)
- Come on, Billy Boy.
- I got her.
- Hey, save some
for me, ya hear.
- There'll be plenty
enough for everybody.
Hey Leroy, would you
hold this for me?
- She wiggle like a wildcat.
- Come on over here.
I'll show you how a man does it.
(Pete screaming)
(gunshot firing)
(Julie coughing)
- That man enough for ya?
- This ain't right, TJ.
It's against the law and
you know damn well it is.
That girl ain't done
nothing to nobody.
- You saw what she did.
God damn it, you saw what
she did to Leroy and Ben!
Now it's our turn.
- Pa.
Sick.
Leroy's gone crazy,
he's sick, Pa.
He killed her.
- Damn it, I told
ya it wasn't right.
I don't wanna get messed up
in a bunch of crap like this!
- What do you expect, Sheriff?
Just be as easy as taking
my money all these years
to keep your head turned,
so's nobody know about all
them gators we been poaching.
- Poaching and killing's
two different things.
- Ain't much different killing
gators, killing coonies.
Just a little mess
here, that's all.
Why don't you just keep
your head turned, Sheriff,
and pretend like you ain't here?
You're good at that.
- That's what's
wrong now, damn it.
I kept my head turned too long!
(water splashing)
- What's wrong, Big T?
I told you to stay
home with Julie, no?
She's hurt?
Oh God, bad?
Come on, we go.
(lively Cajun music)
- [Billy] I'm scared, Pa.
You ever been scared?
- [Sheriff] You're damn
right I've been scared.
Son, I'm scared now.
- I shoulda told you the truth.
- Truth?
What are you talking about?
- It was a lie.
She didn't kill Ben
Bracken, Pa, I did.
I shot him.
- Well you lyin' little fool.
What in the hell happened?
- It was an accident.
She dumped them
snakes in the boat.
I went back to pick up Ben.
Was one more snake
left in the boat
and I picked up my
gun and I shot it.
But just as I shot it
through the head, Pa,
Ben was climbing in the back
of the boat and he got it.
Right in the head, Pa.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to touch nothing.
I just left him sinking
with the boat, I.
- God's sake.
Now's a fine time to tell me.
TJ Bracken will kill you
for sure if he finds out.
- [TJ] Finds out what, Joe Bob?
- Oh it's, Billy Boy, TJ.
I think the swamps has
got the best of him.
He'll be okay.
(people chattering)
Look TJ, we're gonna have
to start back tomorrow.
- [TJ] Where you gonna go?
Nowhere.
(man yawning)
- [Pete] She ain't
coming tonight.
- [TJ] She'll be back.
- [Leroy] I can't wait to
get my hands on that gal.
I guarantee you one thing,
when I get her she'll pay.
- [Billy] You better
watch out Leroy.
You know she cut your balls
off last time you tagged her.
(Billy laughing)
- [Leroy] Shut up your mouth.
Sissy shit.
(lively Cajun music)
(boat exploding)
- [Pete] What was that?
(people yelling)
(gunshots firing)
- [Sheriff] Let's get
down to that boat.
(people chattering)
- [TJ] It's been dragged
out to the water.
(people chattering)
- Get away from us.
- Over here, Joe Bob.
(dramatic music)
(Desiree screaming)
- [Leroy] Holy
shit, what was that?
- [Sheriff] Found her sister.
- [TJ] Quick, get to the cabin!
Leroy, get a torch and
burn that shack down.
- [Pete] There she goes!
Pa, there she goes!
- [TJ] We don't want to
leave no evidence behind,
do we, Sheriff?
- [Sheriff] TJ, give up.
Give it up, damn it!
- [TJ] Will you get off my back?
I ain't leavin' this
swamp till I get her.
Yeah, she might even follow us.
- [Sheriff] More
than likely, TJ.
She'll find us.
You know how these Cajuns are.
They're a close family.
- [Billy] Ooh-wee!
Move it out, boys!
(birds chirping)
- Oh, she been through here, Pa.
Looks like she wants
us to find her.
(motor starting)
Over there.
Here's another one.
Aw, just like a road map.
We got her now, Pa.
- Let's turn back, TJ.
She's making it too easy.
Gal's too damn smart to be
making stupid mistakes like this
for no reason.
She's got something
up her sleave.
- You can get out any
time you want, Joe Bob.
But I'm gonna get that gal.
- Pa.
Pa, look right over there.
- Yeah.
She's as pretty as her ma.
- [Pete] She sure is.
- [Leroy] What's the
matter with that gal?
Showing us up like that.
Don't she know we can see her?
- She knows.
- Boy, I can't wait to
get my hands on that girl.
- What are we waiting for?
Ain't gonna be sitting
here on our asses all day.
Let's get going.
(motor starting)
(lively Cajun music)
(gunshot firing)
- [Leroy] Come on, Pa,
get it moving, let's go.
- [TJ] Get it moving?
Hell, I'm bogged down.
- [Pete] No way.
- [TJ] Oh we're gonna
fix that right now.
Billy Boy, get out.
Get out.
- Get out where?
Take it easy with that
gun, Mr Bracken, I'm going.
Shit!
- You're next, son.
- You're crazy, TJ.
- Yeah, I may be crazy,
get in the water!
Leroy, next.
- Shut up!
- Leroy, get in that water.
Take the boat, Pete.
Let's go after her and get her.
- Yeehaw!
(intense music)
- Shit.
- Reckon that droopy
old bastard's gonna
leave us out here?
- No, he ain't gonna
leave us out here.
No with his son, Leroy.
He'll come back for that.
- We gonna lose her.
Come on, boy, get a move on.
Kick the tar outta that motor.
Faster.
Come on now, boy.
Damn it, why ain't
you pushing hard?
- Oh, we got her
now, Pa, we got her.
- [TJ] She ain't going
nowhere now, Pete.
- We got you, coonie.
- That's for sure.
(gun cocking)
- What the hell's she doing?
(gunshot firing)
(wood cracking)
God dang.
- Get outta here!
(gunshot firing)
Hey, look at that wildcat go.
She gonna kill herself.
- [Desiree] Yeehaw!
- Man.
Tell ya one thing, boy,
good ol' pappy sure give
the kid a lot of guts.
- Wasn't all he
gave her either, Pa.
- Hell, he's probably
got her by now.
You heard that shot a
little while ago, didn't ya?
- Like hell they did!
Here she comes now!
(motor humming)
- She's gonna kill us!
Here she comes!
Pa!
(Billy screaming)
(gunshots firing)
She's gonna kill me!
(Leroy screaming)
- Bitch!
- You!
- I'm gonna get you!
Damn!
- Y'all see the way she
drove that boat today?
She's some wildcat.
I'd like to get
me a gob of that.
- When that sun goes
down it chills off.
- Yeah, it was cold
out there today.
Toss me one of them
cups, will ya please?
- Look TJ, we're gonna
have to head back tomorrow.
We're damn near outta grub.
- We'll just have to
go huntin', Joe Bob.
- [Leroy] I hear something
about using Desiree
for gator bait?
- Old man used tie a rope
around little Desiree's waist
and throw her in the bayou,
and then when them
gators come real close,
stopping at her heels,
he'd shoot 'em in the head.
Some say he did that
once with her ma.
Remember, Sheriff?
- Yeah, I remember.
That old bastard.
- I bet Desiree remembers, too.
- Remembers what, Pa?
- Nothing, Billy Boy.
- Come on, Pa, remembers what?
Come on, Pa, tell me.
- Go on, Joe Bob, tell him.
You're a fine, law
abiding citizen.
Go on, tell him.
Tell him how you screwed
around with Desiree's ma.
How old man, Matthew
Thibodeau caught y'all.
Ran you out, used her for
gator bait and you shot him.
- It was an accident, TJ.
You know that.
- Bullshit.
It was murder.
And Desiree just
stood there watchin'.
- No wonder you wanted me
to keep away from that
gal all these years.
You afraid she's gonna
tell somebody something?
- Yeah, he's afraid she'll
tell somebody all right.
Maybe that there judge
would like to hear
all about that little accident.
- Shut up, TJ!
Now you listen to me,
and you listen real good.
You've held this shit
over my head for 12 years.
That's all over.
By God, I'm still the law here.
And when I get out of this mess,
things are damn sure
gonna be different.
Is that clear?
- If you get out.
- I never wanted a woman
so much in my whole life.
(man snoring)
(boy spitting)
(man snorting)
- She stole our food, water.
She coulda cut our throats.
- TJ, if we do catch this girl,
I'm not gonna sit by and
let you kill her, you hear?
- I hear ya, Sheriff.
- Yeah, Pa.
Besides, Pete wouldn't
like that too well.
- Pete wouldn't like it?
- He wants to marry that girl.
(TJ laughs)
- He what?
- He wants that girl real bad.
- No Bracken kin of mine
gonna marry no
half-breed Cajun ya hear?
Pete!
Pete Bracken!
Get your ass over here.
- He can't hear ya, Pa.
He went after her
early this mornin'.
- Well why in the hell
didn't you stop him?
- I told ya, he wanted
that woman real bad.
- Well you know she'll kill him.
I oughta whip your
ass good, boy.
- You won't though,
'cause I ain't ever gonna
let you whip me again.
- Come on, let's go.
He ain't that far ahead
of us, we'll find him.
(light Cajun music)
(Desiree whistles)
(lively Cajun music)
(Pete grunting)
- Here I be.
You killed my sister, Julie.
It won't be easy for you.
Swamp take care of you.
- [Leroy] It's Pete's hat.
- [Sheriff] That don't
look good at all.
Can't be too far from here.
- Looks like he
went up that way.
- Hey, what's that?
Over there.
(gunshot firing)
Don't touch him!
Don't touch him.
Don't nobody touch him!
God.
(TJ yelling)
Why Pete, why?
Why don't you listen to me?
I told ya not to
go off on your own.
Everybody said you was touched.
I,
I loved you just the same.
I'm gonna kill her, Sheriff.
And all her Cajun kin folk.
I promise ya.
- Now hold on, TJ, that's
not gonna help any.
- We're gonna die in this swamp.
- Shut up, Billy Boy.
Ain't gonna die.
We might get lost, but
we ain't gonna die.
- Yeah, ain't no coonie
gonna get my ass lost
in these swamps,
I'll tell ya that.
- Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna mark us a trail.
- I don't know.
This is her swamp.
To her it's a living
thing, it feeds her.
Why, she knows this like
the back of her hands.
You're right, TJ.
She is leading us.
- You sound like
you're scared, Pa.
- You ain't
shittin', I'm scared.
She's gonna kill our asses.
That gals the hunter
now, we're the hunted.
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
- Where in the hell is she?
(gunshots firing)
- [Sheriff] Make
a run for it, TJ!
She's gonna kill us all!
We're sittin' ducks!
Go, run!
(men yelling)
(gunshot firing)
(Billy grunting)
- Ah, she's having
herself a time.
- Where's Billy Boy?
- He got himself shot.
- Shot?
Well you're a brave
son of a bitch.
Why didn't you help him?
- You think I'm gonna
get myself killed
over helping him, you're crazy.
- I'm going back after him.
- He's probably dead.
Sheriff, she's
gonna get you, too.
- Billy Boy!
- She came back, Pa,
to see if I was dead.
She just looked at me and left.
Easy boy, easy, we'll
get you outta here.
- [Leroy] Just waiting
for us to come out.
I told ya he was dead.
- He ain't dead yet.
Help me get him
back to the boat.
- [Leroy] Pa, we ain't
gonna take him with us.
He'll slow us down.
- You think not?
Pick him up.
Pick him up!
- Do like he says, boy.
- Aint getting none of
his blood on my coat.
I'll tell you that right now.
- I don't give a damn
where you get it.
Get that boy on your back!
- You can put your
gun away now, Sheriff.
- Go on, TJ.
I don't trust you
behind my back.
(owl hooting)
(air leaking)
(Sheriff coughing)
(birds chirping)
- Pa.
Don't let me die
in this swamp, Pa.
- I won't boy.
I'll get you out if I have
to carry you myself, okay?
- Shit, look what
she's done this time.
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa, she done it again.
She slit the boat.
She's gonna kill us yet.
- Tell ya, damn might to that.
Well it's a long walk back.
Leroy, give me a
hand with Billy Boy.
- Bullshit, I ain't
carrying him another step.
- You don't think I'm gonna
leave him here, do ya?
- He's as good as dead, Joe Bob.
Never get outta this swamp
alive carrying dead weight.
- Uh-uh.
Leroy, you pick that boy up or
I'm gonna blow your head off.
- Them's pretty
harsh words, Sheriff.
You know I can talk
you all by myself.
- Uh-uh.
Just you try it.
I'll put a hole through you
bigger than the one Billy
Boy put through Ben.
- What's that you said?
You told me Desiree killed Ben!
- She didn't.
Billy Boy shot him when he
was trying to get in the boat.
- Well why in the
hell did you tell me?
We could've saved Pete
and that little gal!
- It was either
Pete or Billy Boy!
- Now it's gonna be
either you or me.
(gun cocking)
I'm gonna kill you
with my bare hands.
- Now wait.
(TJ yelling)
(men fighting)
(air bubbles gurgling)
- Ah!
- [Billy] Where's my Pa?
Aye.
Aye!
Hey, where you going?
Hey, take me, please.
- [TJ] Let's get on home, Leroy.
Ain't ya tired of killin'?
- [Leroy] Not until I get her.
She ain't never gonna let
us get outta her alive
unless we get her first.
- Where's my Pa?
Where's my Pa?
(Billy crying)
(gator hissing)
- [Leroy] Tell ya
we lost her, Pa.
She ain't around here.
- [TJ] Ain't lost her for long.
Just keep lookin'.
Keep a sharp look out, son.
(gunshot firing)
- Pa, there she is.
Right there in front of ya.
- Leroy, get going
through them there woods.
I'll go down through the
swamp, catch her between us.
Let's go.
- Right, Pa.
(TJ yelling)
Oh boy.
(tense music)
- How you be, Leroy?
Been a long time.
Remember?
- [Leroy] I ain't forgot.
(trip wire snapping)
(Desiree gasps)
Well.
Well I'm sure it'll
be a little different
this time, Desiree.
Bitch!
(Leroy grunting)
Bitch.
(Desiree whimpering)
No, don't you move.
Don't you move.
(Desiree spitting)
Bitch!
(Desiree whimpering)
Now don't you move.
Don't you move.
You hear?
(Leroy muttering)
That's it.
Now,
we're even swamp,
coonie.
(gun cocking)
(gunshot firing)
(Leroy grunting)
(bird chirping)
- Yeehaw!
(gun cocking)
- Where's Leroy?
Oh no.
- You see Leroy no more.
He not come.
- Go ahead and kill me.
I got nothing to
live for now, anyway.
Go ahead and get it
over with, kill me.
- Worse for you.
I let you live.
If you get out.
- Desiree.
You're just like your ma.
- You knew my ma?
- Where do you think
you get that red hair?
(TJ laughing)
I'm your Pa.
Didn't your ma every tell ya?
(TJ laughing)
- My Pa's dead.
(somber music)
Come on, Big T, we go home.
(somber music)
(lively Cajun music)
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
(melancholy Cajun music)
(upbeat Cajun music)
* Desiree
* You're a true, sweet Cajun
* Come to me, my
belle of light *
* I want you, I need
you to be mine *
* And I'll wait for
you inside this house *
- [Ben] Let's go,
she ain't comin'.
- She'll be here.
Found her snares yesterday.
Want the prize?
- Yeah, it's cold
out here, Billy.
- Do it before it's too late.
If you look back to much,
you'll be heading in the
wrong direction. (laughs)
- I'm going home,
she ain't comin'.
Let's go.
- She'll be here.
(singing in foreign language)
- [Ben] I'm going home.
She ain't worth freezin' for.
- Come on, Ben, stay huh.
She's worth it.
- Let me drive?
- What?
- Let me drive the boat.
- You'll wait with me?
- Let me drive.
- Okay, you got a deal.
* Oh pretty Cajun
* Tell me that you love me
* Let me build you a small
shack in Sacrist Bay *
* And I'll never let
you stray from me *
(singing in foreign language)
(Billy shushing)
(motor humming)
There she is.
Oh, that is some
piece, ain't it?
I told you she'd be
worth waiting for.
Look at that.
- How we gonna get her
to lay down out here
and screw us in all this swamp?
- She ain't got no choice.
She either screws us or
she gets behind bars.
Putting a wildcat like
that behind bars is bad.
- Yeah, Leroy tried to
get him a piece of her
and you know what she did?
She cut his balls off.
- That's 'cause your
brother's stupid.
We ain't stupid. (laughs)
(gator hissing)
We got her now.
Hey coon there!
We caught ya!
We done caught ya, red handed!
(motor starting)
(Billy laughing)
Come on, start that boat.
- [Ben] Whoa, watch out.
- Woo!
Go damn, hey don't kill me.
(Billy laughing)
(lively music)
Go faster.
Don't lose her.
Don't lose her at the bend.
She's over there.
Woo-hoo.
Hey, to the right, to the right.
Woo-hoo!
Come on, get her.
Come on, Ben, give her that!
Hey, watch out,
you're gonna drown me!
Hey cooner!
Hey, Desiree.
Pull over in the name of the
law and drop your britches.
Closer, closer and I'll grab
me a piece of that right now.
Woo!
Desiree, wanna fornicate?
- [Ben] What's that, Billy?
- [Billy] I don't
know, but sounds good.
We caught ya poaching
that gator, Cajun.
You got a choice,
either jail or us.
Woo!
Hey poontang, we gonna
give you a free ride.
Hey, hey!
Hey Cajun!
Come on, Ben.
Watch, Ben, Watch that tree!
You gonna smack my
daddy's boat and kill me!
Come on, woo!
Turn to blind slew, Ben.
We got her now.
We got her trapped
now, Ben, woo-hoo!
Hey, cooner, we caught ya.
We caught ya poaching.
- Yeehaw!
- [Billy] God!
Ah, snakes!
Oh, I hate snakes!
(gunshot firing)
Oh, snakes!
(gunshots firing)
- Do something,
Billy, do something!
- I am doing something!
(gunshots firing)
Ben!
Pa!
Pa!
It's murder, Pa.
Murder, just plain murder.
Them, them them snakes
jumping around my.
- What are you talking
about, Billy Boy?
- Oh, it's.
That Cajun wildcat,
Pa, she did it.
She killed Ben Bracken.
- Ben Bracken, are you sure?
- Sure I'm sure, Pa.
Me and Ben, we was riding
around in your new boat
just like you told me.
Just riding around
looking around,
and we caught her
poaching gators.
- Damn it, Billy Boy, how
many times have I told you
to leave that Cajun alone!
Her daddy and her daddy's daddy
has been hunting these gators
in these swamps for 100 years,
and me or no new fangle
law's gonna change that!
Now it's murder.
I've got to go in and
drag that wildcat out
and on the only way you get
those swamp rats out is dead!
- [Billy] I'm sorry, Pa, me
and Ben didn't mean nothing.
- Well you tell that
to them there Brackens.
There's gonna be hell to pay.
Did you bring young
Ben's body out?
- No, Pa, I couldn't.
She blowed his head clean off.
Besides, she sunk your boat.
- Holy Jesus, she
sunk my boat, too?
I just paid $3000 for that boat!
Oh God, wait'll I get
my hands on that girl.
Why she's ornerier
than her old man.
Come on, let's go
tell them Bracken's.
Best to get this
thing over with.
Somebody's gonna get killed.
- You reckon we better get some
more men to back us up, Pa?
- Hell no, she's only one girl.
Best to keep this thing quiet.
No use upsetting everybody.
- What you reckon them
Bracken's gonna do, Pa?
- I don't know.
TJ's a mean old bastard
and Pete and Leroy I think
are just sick in the head.
(calming Cajun music)
(man spitting)
- Lauralee.
- [Lauralee] Yeah?
- Where's Leroy?
- I don't know.
(lively Cajun music)
- [Pete] You sure look fine
sliding around in that thing.
- Feels good, too.
Stop this, store bought.
- Why don't you
give me a little?
(Lauralee screams)
(Lauralee screams)
(whip cracking)
(Pete screams)
- Pete Bracken, I oughta
kill ya, ya horny bastard.
(Lauralee panting)
That there's your sister!
The hell you trying to do?
Get her knocked up
with some dimwit kid,
turn out like you, huh?
(whip cracking)
(Lauralee panting)
I'll give ya horny, son.
- Oh Pa, Pa!
(whip cracking)
(Pete whimpering)
(whip cracking)
(calming music)
- Pa, Pa, Pa!
What the hell you
trying to do, kill him?
(Leroy spits)
You better come up
the house quick,
the Sheriff and son's coming.
Shit.
- Lauralee.
- Yeah, Pa?
- Get yourself dressed and
get some supper on the table,
we got company, you hear?
- Okay, Pa.
- Git!
- I'll do all the talking,
you hear, Billy Boy?
Come on.
(Leroy spitting)
- Howdy, Sheriff, Billy Boy.
- TJ.
- What y'all doing
round these parts?
Ya hunting for somebody?
- Well, you might say that, TJ.
Me and Billy Boy are
going in the swamps
and bring out the
Thibodeau girl.
- By yourself?
Man, you're gonna
have your hands full.
That swamp ain't no place for
nobody to go in by himself.
Ain't nobody even knows
where them Thibodeau's live,
'cept me, and I ain't for sure.
So long since I been there.
Must be something mighty bad
make you wanna go all the
back there for some gal.
I admit she's pretty
as her ma, but man,
coon ass comes a whole lot
easier than that. (laughs)
Something bad all right.
Y'all stay for supper.
- Sure, TJ.
Now TJ, I'm afraid I got
some bad news, for ya.
It's young Ben, he's dead.
(somber music)
I'm sorry, TJ.
- Oh no, not Ben.
That's my baby.
Damn!
Who did it?
- Easy, TJ.
It was Desiree Thibodeau.
Billy Boy and Ben caught
her poaching them gators
and silly fools
tried to stop her.
- She shot Ben.
And she sank Pa's boat, too.
- Now you see there, Sheriff,
she done it this time.
There's me, now Ben.
- [TJ] Where is he?
- He's in the
swamps, Mr Bracken.
I tried, I tried to find him.
I looked all over for him.
Hell, I couldn't find him.
- Well you go look again.
We're gonna look again
and again and again.
Don't leave my
boy for no gators.
(sullen music)
- Hell, ain't no use
lookin' round here no more.
- Done been through here, twice.
I believe Billy Boy's right.
Damn swamp does got him.
- [Billy] Yeah, swamp's
got him, Mr Bracken.
I looked, I looked real good.
I been all over here.
- Didn't look good enough, boy.
We're gonna find him.
- Mr Bracken, I been through
all these swamps here before.
- [TJ] Why didn't
you put her away
when I told you to, Sheriff?
- [Sheriff] Hell, TJ, why
she done have to be put away
for something other than
poaching these gators.
Can't put her away for
something like that.
- [TJ] None of that
family any good.
Gal's a bitch just
like her ma was.
How bout what she
did to Leroy, aye?
- [Sheriff] Now hold on,
TJ, that was Leroy's doing.
He was told to stay
away from that gal.
Shit, a plain case of rape
as far as I'm concerned,
her being a youngin' and all.
Besides, I'd had to
put him in jail, too,
if it'd come to court
and I told you so.
- [Billy] Ain't nothing
here, Mr Bracken.
- [TJ] We gotta keep lookin'.
- [Sheriff] Damn TJ, we
been all over these parts
have a dozen times now.
- Why don't we try over there?
- Ben!
Ah, Ben!
Ben.
Ben.
- [Leroy] Pa!
- Oh God. (crying)
- I'm sorry, TJ.
- Sorry?
I'm going in after that
God damn, coon ass bitch.
(tense music)
- We'll all go in after her.
After all, I'm still
law here bouts, TJ.
- Bullshit.
Oh Ben.
- [Billy] It was Desiree,
Mr Bracken, it was her.
I bet she's out there
with that brother and
sister of hers right now,
laughin' at us.
(motor humming)
(motor humming)
- Desiree.
Careful.
- How you be?
- You didn't do well, no?
- No good.
Almost got caught today.
Ben Bracken and Sheriff's boy.
Here.
From now on we track
different swamps.
New places now.
Come on.
Tomorrow we catch armadillo, no?
- Ain't no one knows for sure
where they are
'cept the coonies.
They don't talk to nobody.
- [Pete] I wonder if
she's got a man out there?
- Don't you ever
think of nothing else.
- Ooh.
- [Pete] What the hell
you laughing about?
You can't do nothing
but think about it.
- Shut your mouth, pecker head.
Make you want me
to shut it for ya.
- Leroy, Pete, get
your asses in the boat!
(lively Cajun music)
* Born in some Salusean
* Made a living like a man
* Desiree
* Laughter was just a game
* Played by rubes yet a name
* Desiree
* Get your rainbow skipping by
* Kiss the sun embrace the sky
* Desiree
* Desiree
* Desiree
- [TJ] Come on, Leroy.
Let's go see if we can
find out from these coonies
where that gal moved.
- [Leroy] They ain't
gonna tell ya nothing, Pa.
- [TJ] Well hell, it
won't hurt to ask.
(tense music)
Pete, Billy Boy, y'all
stay with the boats.
- [Billy] Hell,
Pete can handle it.
I always get left
outta the action.
(lively music)
* Mornin's in Louisian
* Made her living like a man
* Desiree
* Laughter was just a game
* Played by rubes yet a name
* Desiree
* Then one day her
life was still *
* Soul was gone,
blood was spilled *
* Desiree
* Trouble movin'
through the swamp *
* Trouble that you
just can't stop *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
* Killer killer,
what's the crime *
* Problem men set out to try
* For Desiree
* Trouble movin'
through the swamp *
* Trouble that you
just can't stop *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
- There's a place over there.
Might as well bed
down for the night.
No use lookin' for that
coonie in the dark.
- [Pete] Hey Pa?
- [TJ] Yeah?
- [Pete] You reckon we're
ever gonna find that place?
- [TJ] We're gonna find it.
Just keep looking, it's
round here somewhere.
- [Julie] How long you be?
- Two, maybe three day.
This time I go deep into swamp.
Maybe I get better luck.
No, you stay here
with your sister.
You take care of Julie now, huh?
You be a good boy.
- Good luck to you.
We'll get some wood.
(birds chirping)
- [TJ] Where you going, Pete?
- [Pete] I'm just gonna
go take a crap, Pa.
- [TJ] No, you stay here
before you get yourself
lost in swamps, ya here?
- [Pete] I ain't gonna get lost.
I growed up in these swamps.
- [TJ] You do what I tell ya.
I don't want the same
thing happen to you
that happened to Ben.
- [Pete] All right, Pa.
(Julie humming)
Pa, Pa!
Pa!
(Julie humming)
Pa, that's it, that's
it right there.
- [TJ] That's it, all right.
Bet that bitch is inside.
- Ooh-wee, I told
you she was pretty.
I'm a get me a piece of that.
- Sheriff, pull on here.
Here's what we're gonna do.
Sheriff, you and Billy
Boy pull on that way,
me and Leroy will
go around this way.
Pete.
- Yeah, Pa?
- Get in with the
Sheriff and Billy Boy.
- Okay, Pa.
Haul real quiet now, real quiet.
(Julie humming)
(twig snapping)
- How y'all be?
(boys laughing)
- Let me see what
you got, little girl.
Ow!
See what you got, little girl.
(Julie screams)
- All right, drop her, boy!
Plenty of time
for that later on.
Where's your sister?
I asked you a question!
(boys laughing)
- Morning, coon ass.
Get up.
- Where's your sister?
(Leroy screaming)
- Hey Pa, look what I got here!
- Easy boy, easy.
Easy boy.
- Where's your sister, huh?
Where's your sister?
- What's the matter, coonie?
Cat got your tongue?
- You gonna answer me,
you coonie bastard,
or am I gonna feed
you to the gators?
Now where is she?
- Stop!
He got no tongue!
- Let him go, Leroy.
We'll wait.
She'll be back.
- I been waiting for something
like you for a long time,
little girl.
(Julie whimpering)
- Pete, get your ass
down to the boat.
- Oh now, Pa?
- You get in and
make some supper.
Leroy, go in and watch her.
Get in there.
- Now, Pa?
- Right now!
Go on, you coon
ass, get in there.
- Come on, Billy Boy.
- [Sheriff] Go on
with him, Billy Boy.
- Hurry up, Billy Boy.
- I'm hurrying.
Boy, I tell you what?
Pa ain't gonna keep me from
getting to that little girl.
I been waiting a long time for
something as pretty as that.
- Yeah, well mind if
I get to her first.
- First?
Now look, I found her
first, so I'm going first.
- All right, I'll take second.
(Leroy spitting)
(knife slamming)
(Julie whimpering)
- [Leroy] You sure are
a pretty little thing.
Yeah.
(Julie crying)
- No, no you don't,
you little bastard.
Get back here.
(Julie crying)
I want you to keep a
tight reign on them boys.
I don't want no accidents
to happen down here.
- Yeah, we know all about
accidents, don't we, Sheriff?
- That's not the point.
- Let's go.
Come on, Joe Bob,
bring the boy and
let's look around,
see if we can find a
sign of that bitch.
(Julie screaming)
- Don't ever do that again.
(Julie screaming)
(Leroy shushing)
Now, now you gonna tell me
where that bitch sister
of yours is, huh?
(Julie crying)
You gonna tell me where that
bitch sister of yours is?
Now you tell me.
You tell me and I
won't hurt you at all.
(Leroy shushing)
Now don't make a sound.
Gonna tell me where that
sister of yours is, huh?
- Hey, big brother.
What you up to?
How'd you get her
in such a huff?
(boys laughing)
- Where you going,
little coonie, huh?
Where you goin'?
(Julie screaming)
Huh, come here.
- Yeah, Pete.
(Julie screaming)
Woo!
Whoa, whoa whoa.
A wildcat, Pete.
Go in, yeah.
(Julie screaming)
(Julie crying)
- Gonna stop 'em, TJ?
- Ain't no business of mine.
Boys will be boys.
Besides, ain't gonna do nothing
she wouldn't want them to do.
- Say, get it, boy.
Wanna get yourself killed?
She's gonna be all right.
Ah, damn!
- [TJ] Got ya!
(whip snapping)
(tense music)
Get outta here boy, before
you get yourself killed.
Weren't no use keeping the boy.
Besides, he'll bring
that sister of his back.
(intense music)
- [Billy] Whoa, whoa, oh
you're a wildcat, aren't ya?
Kiss a guy, come on.
(Julie screaming)
- Come on, Billy Boy.
- I got her.
- Hey, save some
for me, ya hear.
- There'll be plenty
enough for everybody.
Hey Leroy, would you
hold this for me?
- She wiggle like a wildcat.
- Come on over here.
I'll show you how a man does it.
(Pete screaming)
(gunshot firing)
(Julie coughing)
- That man enough for ya?
- This ain't right, TJ.
It's against the law and
you know damn well it is.
That girl ain't done
nothing to nobody.
- You saw what she did.
God damn it, you saw what
she did to Leroy and Ben!
Now it's our turn.
- Pa.
Sick.
Leroy's gone crazy,
he's sick, Pa.
He killed her.
- Damn it, I told
ya it wasn't right.
I don't wanna get messed up
in a bunch of crap like this!
- What do you expect, Sheriff?
Just be as easy as taking
my money all these years
to keep your head turned,
so's nobody know about all
them gators we been poaching.
- Poaching and killing's
two different things.
- Ain't much different killing
gators, killing coonies.
Just a little mess
here, that's all.
Why don't you just keep
your head turned, Sheriff,
and pretend like you ain't here?
You're good at that.
- That's what's
wrong now, damn it.
I kept my head turned too long!
(water splashing)
- What's wrong, Big T?
I told you to stay
home with Julie, no?
She's hurt?
Oh God, bad?
Come on, we go.
(lively Cajun music)
- [Billy] I'm scared, Pa.
You ever been scared?
- [Sheriff] You're damn
right I've been scared.
Son, I'm scared now.
- I shoulda told you the truth.
- Truth?
What are you talking about?
- It was a lie.
She didn't kill Ben
Bracken, Pa, I did.
I shot him.
- Well you lyin' little fool.
What in the hell happened?
- It was an accident.
She dumped them
snakes in the boat.
I went back to pick up Ben.
Was one more snake
left in the boat
and I picked up my
gun and I shot it.
But just as I shot it
through the head, Pa,
Ben was climbing in the back
of the boat and he got it.
Right in the head, Pa.
I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to touch nothing.
I just left him sinking
with the boat, I.
- God's sake.
Now's a fine time to tell me.
TJ Bracken will kill you
for sure if he finds out.
- [TJ] Finds out what, Joe Bob?
- Oh it's, Billy Boy, TJ.
I think the swamps has
got the best of him.
He'll be okay.
(people chattering)
Look TJ, we're gonna have
to start back tomorrow.
- [TJ] Where you gonna go?
Nowhere.
(man yawning)
- [Pete] She ain't
coming tonight.
- [TJ] She'll be back.
- [Leroy] I can't wait to
get my hands on that gal.
I guarantee you one thing,
when I get her she'll pay.
- [Billy] You better
watch out Leroy.
You know she cut your balls
off last time you tagged her.
(Billy laughing)
- [Leroy] Shut up your mouth.
Sissy shit.
(lively Cajun music)
(boat exploding)
- [Pete] What was that?
(people yelling)
(gunshots firing)
- [Sheriff] Let's get
down to that boat.
(people chattering)
- [TJ] It's been dragged
out to the water.
(people chattering)
- Get away from us.
- Over here, Joe Bob.
(dramatic music)
(Desiree screaming)
- [Leroy] Holy
shit, what was that?
- [Sheriff] Found her sister.
- [TJ] Quick, get to the cabin!
Leroy, get a torch and
burn that shack down.
- [Pete] There she goes!
Pa, there she goes!
- [TJ] We don't want to
leave no evidence behind,
do we, Sheriff?
- [Sheriff] TJ, give up.
Give it up, damn it!
- [TJ] Will you get off my back?
I ain't leavin' this
swamp till I get her.
Yeah, she might even follow us.
- [Sheriff] More
than likely, TJ.
She'll find us.
You know how these Cajuns are.
They're a close family.
- [Billy] Ooh-wee!
Move it out, boys!
(birds chirping)
- Oh, she been through here, Pa.
Looks like she wants
us to find her.
(motor starting)
Over there.
Here's another one.
Aw, just like a road map.
We got her now, Pa.
- Let's turn back, TJ.
She's making it too easy.
Gal's too damn smart to be
making stupid mistakes like this
for no reason.
She's got something
up her sleave.
- You can get out any
time you want, Joe Bob.
But I'm gonna get that gal.
- Pa.
Pa, look right over there.
- Yeah.
She's as pretty as her ma.
- [Pete] She sure is.
- [Leroy] What's the
matter with that gal?
Showing us up like that.
Don't she know we can see her?
- She knows.
- Boy, I can't wait to
get my hands on that girl.
- What are we waiting for?
Ain't gonna be sitting
here on our asses all day.
Let's get going.
(motor starting)
(lively Cajun music)
(gunshot firing)
- [Leroy] Come on, Pa,
get it moving, let's go.
- [TJ] Get it moving?
Hell, I'm bogged down.
- [Pete] No way.
- [TJ] Oh we're gonna
fix that right now.
Billy Boy, get out.
Get out.
- Get out where?
Take it easy with that
gun, Mr Bracken, I'm going.
Shit!
- You're next, son.
- You're crazy, TJ.
- Yeah, I may be crazy,
get in the water!
Leroy, next.
- Shut up!
- Leroy, get in that water.
Take the boat, Pete.
Let's go after her and get her.
- Yeehaw!
(intense music)
- Shit.
- Reckon that droopy
old bastard's gonna
leave us out here?
- No, he ain't gonna
leave us out here.
No with his son, Leroy.
He'll come back for that.
- We gonna lose her.
Come on, boy, get a move on.
Kick the tar outta that motor.
Faster.
Come on now, boy.
Damn it, why ain't
you pushing hard?
- Oh, we got her
now, Pa, we got her.
- [TJ] She ain't going
nowhere now, Pete.
- We got you, coonie.
- That's for sure.
(gun cocking)
- What the hell's she doing?
(gunshot firing)
(wood cracking)
God dang.
- Get outta here!
(gunshot firing)
Hey, look at that wildcat go.
She gonna kill herself.
- [Desiree] Yeehaw!
- Man.
Tell ya one thing, boy,
good ol' pappy sure give
the kid a lot of guts.
- Wasn't all he
gave her either, Pa.
- Hell, he's probably
got her by now.
You heard that shot a
little while ago, didn't ya?
- Like hell they did!
Here she comes now!
(motor humming)
- She's gonna kill us!
Here she comes!
Pa!
(Billy screaming)
(gunshots firing)
She's gonna kill me!
(Leroy screaming)
- Bitch!
- You!
- I'm gonna get you!
Damn!
- Y'all see the way she
drove that boat today?
She's some wildcat.
I'd like to get
me a gob of that.
- When that sun goes
down it chills off.
- Yeah, it was cold
out there today.
Toss me one of them
cups, will ya please?
- Look TJ, we're gonna
have to head back tomorrow.
We're damn near outta grub.
- We'll just have to
go huntin', Joe Bob.
- [Leroy] I hear something
about using Desiree
for gator bait?
- Old man used tie a rope
around little Desiree's waist
and throw her in the bayou,
and then when them
gators come real close,
stopping at her heels,
he'd shoot 'em in the head.
Some say he did that
once with her ma.
Remember, Sheriff?
- Yeah, I remember.
That old bastard.
- I bet Desiree remembers, too.
- Remembers what, Pa?
- Nothing, Billy Boy.
- Come on, Pa, remembers what?
Come on, Pa, tell me.
- Go on, Joe Bob, tell him.
You're a fine, law
abiding citizen.
Go on, tell him.
Tell him how you screwed
around with Desiree's ma.
How old man, Matthew
Thibodeau caught y'all.
Ran you out, used her for
gator bait and you shot him.
- It was an accident, TJ.
You know that.
- Bullshit.
It was murder.
And Desiree just
stood there watchin'.
- No wonder you wanted me
to keep away from that
gal all these years.
You afraid she's gonna
tell somebody something?
- Yeah, he's afraid she'll
tell somebody all right.
Maybe that there judge
would like to hear
all about that little accident.
- Shut up, TJ!
Now you listen to me,
and you listen real good.
You've held this shit
over my head for 12 years.
That's all over.
By God, I'm still the law here.
And when I get out of this mess,
things are damn sure
gonna be different.
Is that clear?
- If you get out.
- I never wanted a woman
so much in my whole life.
(man snoring)
(boy spitting)
(man snorting)
- She stole our food, water.
She coulda cut our throats.
- TJ, if we do catch this girl,
I'm not gonna sit by and
let you kill her, you hear?
- I hear ya, Sheriff.
- Yeah, Pa.
Besides, Pete wouldn't
like that too well.
- Pete wouldn't like it?
- He wants to marry that girl.
(TJ laughs)
- He what?
- He wants that girl real bad.
- No Bracken kin of mine
gonna marry no
half-breed Cajun ya hear?
Pete!
Pete Bracken!
Get your ass over here.
- He can't hear ya, Pa.
He went after her
early this mornin'.
- Well why in the hell
didn't you stop him?
- I told ya, he wanted
that woman real bad.
- Well you know she'll kill him.
I oughta whip your
ass good, boy.
- You won't though,
'cause I ain't ever gonna
let you whip me again.
- Come on, let's go.
He ain't that far ahead
of us, we'll find him.
(light Cajun music)
(Desiree whistles)
(lively Cajun music)
(Pete grunting)
- Here I be.
You killed my sister, Julie.
It won't be easy for you.
Swamp take care of you.
- [Leroy] It's Pete's hat.
- [Sheriff] That don't
look good at all.
Can't be too far from here.
- Looks like he
went up that way.
- Hey, what's that?
Over there.
(gunshot firing)
Don't touch him!
Don't touch him.
Don't nobody touch him!
God.
(TJ yelling)
Why Pete, why?
Why don't you listen to me?
I told ya not to
go off on your own.
Everybody said you was touched.
I,
I loved you just the same.
I'm gonna kill her, Sheriff.
And all her Cajun kin folk.
I promise ya.
- Now hold on, TJ, that's
not gonna help any.
- We're gonna die in this swamp.
- Shut up, Billy Boy.
Ain't gonna die.
We might get lost, but
we ain't gonna die.
- Yeah, ain't no coonie
gonna get my ass lost
in these swamps,
I'll tell ya that.
- Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna mark us a trail.
- I don't know.
This is her swamp.
To her it's a living
thing, it feeds her.
Why, she knows this like
the back of her hands.
You're right, TJ.
She is leading us.
- You sound like
you're scared, Pa.
- You ain't
shittin', I'm scared.
She's gonna kill our asses.
That gals the hunter
now, we're the hunted.
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
- Where in the hell is she?
(gunshots firing)
- [Sheriff] Make
a run for it, TJ!
She's gonna kill us all!
We're sittin' ducks!
Go, run!
(men yelling)
(gunshot firing)
(Billy grunting)
- Ah, she's having
herself a time.
- Where's Billy Boy?
- He got himself shot.
- Shot?
Well you're a brave
son of a bitch.
Why didn't you help him?
- You think I'm gonna
get myself killed
over helping him, you're crazy.
- I'm going back after him.
- He's probably dead.
Sheriff, she's
gonna get you, too.
- Billy Boy!
- She came back, Pa,
to see if I was dead.
She just looked at me and left.
Easy boy, easy, we'll
get you outta here.
- [Leroy] Just waiting
for us to come out.
I told ya he was dead.
- He ain't dead yet.
Help me get him
back to the boat.
- [Leroy] Pa, we ain't
gonna take him with us.
He'll slow us down.
- You think not?
Pick him up.
Pick him up!
- Do like he says, boy.
- Aint getting none of
his blood on my coat.
I'll tell you that right now.
- I don't give a damn
where you get it.
Get that boy on your back!
- You can put your
gun away now, Sheriff.
- Go on, TJ.
I don't trust you
behind my back.
(owl hooting)
(air leaking)
(Sheriff coughing)
(birds chirping)
- Pa.
Don't let me die
in this swamp, Pa.
- I won't boy.
I'll get you out if I have
to carry you myself, okay?
- Shit, look what
she's done this time.
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa, she done it again.
She slit the boat.
She's gonna kill us yet.
- Tell ya, damn might to that.
Well it's a long walk back.
Leroy, give me a
hand with Billy Boy.
- Bullshit, I ain't
carrying him another step.
- You don't think I'm gonna
leave him here, do ya?
- He's as good as dead, Joe Bob.
Never get outta this swamp
alive carrying dead weight.
- Uh-uh.
Leroy, you pick that boy up or
I'm gonna blow your head off.
- Them's pretty
harsh words, Sheriff.
You know I can talk
you all by myself.
- Uh-uh.
Just you try it.
I'll put a hole through you
bigger than the one Billy
Boy put through Ben.
- What's that you said?
You told me Desiree killed Ben!
- She didn't.
Billy Boy shot him when he
was trying to get in the boat.
- Well why in the
hell did you tell me?
We could've saved Pete
and that little gal!
- It was either
Pete or Billy Boy!
- Now it's gonna be
either you or me.
(gun cocking)
I'm gonna kill you
with my bare hands.
- Now wait.
(TJ yelling)
(men fighting)
(air bubbles gurgling)
- Ah!
- [Billy] Where's my Pa?
Aye.
Aye!
Hey, where you going?
Hey, take me, please.
- [TJ] Let's get on home, Leroy.
Ain't ya tired of killin'?
- [Leroy] Not until I get her.
She ain't never gonna let
us get outta her alive
unless we get her first.
- Where's my Pa?
Where's my Pa?
(Billy crying)
(gator hissing)
- [Leroy] Tell ya
we lost her, Pa.
She ain't around here.
- [TJ] Ain't lost her for long.
Just keep lookin'.
Keep a sharp look out, son.
(gunshot firing)
- Pa, there she is.
Right there in front of ya.
- Leroy, get going
through them there woods.
I'll go down through the
swamp, catch her between us.
Let's go.
- Right, Pa.
(TJ yelling)
Oh boy.
(tense music)
- How you be, Leroy?
Been a long time.
Remember?
- [Leroy] I ain't forgot.
(trip wire snapping)
(Desiree gasps)
Well.
Well I'm sure it'll
be a little different
this time, Desiree.
Bitch!
(Leroy grunting)
Bitch.
(Desiree whimpering)
No, don't you move.
Don't you move.
(Desiree spitting)
Bitch!
(Desiree whimpering)
Now don't you move.
Don't you move.
You hear?
(Leroy muttering)
That's it.
Now,
we're even swamp,
coonie.
(gun cocking)
(gunshot firing)
(Leroy grunting)
(bird chirping)
- Yeehaw!
(gun cocking)
- Where's Leroy?
Oh no.
- You see Leroy no more.
He not come.
- Go ahead and kill me.
I got nothing to
live for now, anyway.
Go ahead and get it
over with, kill me.
- Worse for you.
I let you live.
If you get out.
- Desiree.
You're just like your ma.
- You knew my ma?
- Where do you think
you get that red hair?
(TJ laughing)
I'm your Pa.
Didn't your ma every tell ya?
(TJ laughing)
- My Pa's dead.
(somber music)
Come on, Big T, we go home.
(somber music)
(lively Cajun music)
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree
* Catch a rainbow skippin' by
* Kiss the sun,
embrace the sky *
* Desiree