Swamp Freak (2017) - full transcript

I'm Professor Grace O'Leary, biology

professor at Lazarus University.

Today's class will be a continuation of the

discussion Professor Peters began yesterday regarding

"pseudo-science" ”, or, to put it in terms that

relate directly to this class, cryptozoology.

I'll be joined today by my colleagues Professor

Belinda Southworth and Professor Magda

Jenkins, both heading up research into

"fortean phenomenon" ”. Specifically, we'll be

concentrating on the local legend of the "Reed's Cove

Swamp Freak"”. I advise that you all take notes or record

this lecture for later study. This

is all going to be on the mid-terms.

Like most subjects of cryptozoology, the

Reed's Cove Swamp Freak can trace its origins

back to either actual facts or a fictional word-of-mouth

story that later became accepted as fact. For example,

the well-known "Jersey Devil" ” myth actually began as a story

spread by none other than Ben Franklin, as a satirical jab

at a political rival.

As with most myths, it soon

took on a life of its own.

Such is the case with the

Reed's Cove Swamp Freak.

The myth's origins can be traced back to Nineteen

Sixty-Seven, when the Cully family settled in the Reed's

Cove area. At the time, the land

was considered worthless, and

the area was completely

uninhabited.

The matriarch of the Cully clan, Lila, allegedly gave birth

to her first child, whom they called "Moss" ”. Moss was

supposedly homebirthed in the Cullys' house in Reed's

Cove. The few locals who were present during this birth

claimed that the child was horribly deformed, and didn't

live long after he was born. These deformities are most

likely where

the myth got started. There are conflicting stories here, but

many of them suggest that the Cully family buried Moss's

body in the swamp.

There's no records of the family ever having other

children, but a few locals claimed they had at least one

other child around Nineteen Ninety-Two. "Isaac" ”. That

would have been right around the time the entire Cully

family mysteriously vanished.

It's time, brother...

Hey Morton, it's Charles.

Where the hell are you, man?

We were supposed to meet here

at the same time.

Yeah, I'm at Reed's cove.

The swamp.

Yeah, that swamp.

Listen man, I don't care how much you overslept

this morning, I'm not combing the swamp by myself.

Yeah.

The others will be here, too.

But I'm still in this area by myself

until you get here. Understand?

Well, how hard can it be?

He's some old guy camping out

in the woods.

So listen, I'm going to be waiting

here on the road until you get here.

About... 6 miles in. Okay?

Real funny, Moron. I mean,

“Morton“.

Anyway, if you don't show up here in the

next hour, I'm heading back to town.

I don't care if they ever find

the professor again.

Hello?

Hey, Morton. You in Reed's

Cove yet?

Great, I just got to the old

Cully place now.

Yeah, it's probably a long shot, but it'll

make a decent campsite if nothing else.

It's the only place around for

miles.

Right, so it's you, me, Charles,

Wallace, Harry and Foster.

That's all I could get on

short notice!

Listen, if you or Charles or anybody sees anything,

I mean, an old campfire, fresh footprints,

anything... call me...

Professor Peters!

Worth a shot.

Hello?

Yes, this is Leila Stewart. Right, I'm the one who

called about filing a missing person's report.

No, I know it hasn't been

seventy-two hours yet, but...

No, I'm a student of his at

the college.

I don't even know if he has

any close relatives.

Well, me and a bunch of other students

are out here in Reed's Cove...

...yes, that Reed's Cove.

We're covering the are by

ourselves.

Why?

Because you're not doing

anything!

He could be hurt, he could be

dead!

Well, if we need your help I guess we're

up the creek without a paddle, aren't we?

Thanks for nothing.

You couldn't have gotten lost in

downtown Las Vegas or something?

Yeah, Leila's already waiting

for us at the old Cully place.

I'm supposed to be meeting Charles

and we're gonna sweep the northern

end of the swamp.

Look, Foster, give me a break!

This is my first search party,

okay?

Well I like Peter's class and everything, but there ain't

no amount of passing grades that's gonna make me want to

find him face-down in the mud

somewhere.

I don't know.

That's just it, nobody knows.

You want to complain to somebody,

complain to Leila. This was her idea...

Hi everybody, I'm Belinda Southworth,

professor of forensic biology

at Chambers University.

Professor O'Leary asked me here today

to share my expertise on cryptozoology,

and, to be more specific, my knowledge of

what the locals around here refer to as the

"Reed's Cove Swamp Freak" ”.

She's already filled you in on the basic back-story,

for those of you who weren't aware of it.

So I'll skip ahead to present day, or at least

five years ago, when the disappearances started.

Good question! And it proves that you're

already smarter than ninety-eight

percent of the people who go,

and have gone,

looking for the Swamp Freak, or Bigfoot, or any other

mythical creature you can rattle off the top of your

head.

But, in all seriousness, as Professor O'Leary stated in her

part of the lecture, most of these myths has become some

basis in fact.

Before I became a teaching professor at Chambers, I was

actually a consultant for the state police department's

C.S.I. division,

and was called in on several cases that the witnesses and

victims believed were the work of this so-called "Reed's Cove

Swamp Freak"”.

And let me tell you, they were some

interesting characters, to say the least.

With that in mind, these people

shared some very interesting details.

Many of the victims claimed to

be attacked in broad daylight.

They all claimed that their attacker was

definitely neither human nor animal.

And they all had defensive wounds that we decided were

either some sort of a knife, or the claws of a large

predatory animal.

All of them were hysterical.

And in shock.

We're not talking about the sort of shock that

accompanies the survival of a near-death experience.

This was something else.

What the hell, dude?

Don't even tell me it's been

an hour yet.

Don't tell me I came all the way out to this muddy

hell hole for you to play some stupid game with me.

Come on, you stupid jag-off,

where are you?

Charles!

Charles!?

Anyone bother showing up yet?!

The number

you have reached is not in service.

Charles?!

I guess

this makes me the third guest speaker today.

I'm Magda Jenkins, professor of

Humanities at Klepper College.

I've been studying the phenomenon

of folklore as explanation for

crimes and disappearances for a

while now, like my colleagues.

I've chosen to focus on the regional impact of

the "Reed's Cove Swamp Freak" ” on its neighbors.

While the area is currently slated for re-development

as both residential and commercial properties,

it's been left virtually untouched

for decades until this point,

despite its potential value.

Why?

Families and businesses have been patently terrified of

this region since the legend of the "Swamp Freak" ” began.

Despite reasonable thinking that says "common

sense" ” should be the rule of thumb here,

the locals still believe that there is

some kind of "swamp monster" ” roaming the

Reed's Cove area.

This has been bolstered by numerous unexplained deaths

and disappearances in the region over the years,

which, in reality, can be attributed to something

as simple as getting lost in the wilderness,

wild animal attacks, or circumstances that

have absolutely nothing to do with the swamp.

It's time to eat, brother.

Foster, where the hell are

you?

Relax, huh? I just got here. I

took the ferry over.

Is anybody else with you?

I thought they were with you.

Well so far I've talked to Charles and

Morton but they're nowhere to be seen,

so that leaves you, me, Harry

and Wallace.

Well where are you?

At the old Cully place.

You think Professor Peters

actually went there?

I don't know what to think.

Also I just talked to the

police.

Did you tell them we're

basically doing their job?

I mean what are we waiting for, his body to

turn up in the middle of the bay or something?

That's not funny!

I'm serious.

They said they weren't going to do anything until

he's officially missing for seventy-two hours.

For all we know he's home by

now.

I left a bunch of messages on his phone, he knows

we're out here. He would have at least called.

I don't think it's a good idea for us to stay overnight,

Leila. I say we just search the swamp a bit and try to

take the last ferry out of

Reed's Cove before dark.

I know he's your favorite

teacher, he's mine too, but-

I tried to talk him out of

this trip!

You know, people get lost out

here in the swamp all the time.

It's not your fault.

I just want to find him.

Me too.

We'll look for him until sundown, meet

back here at the house and stay the night.

And then?

Just try to find him before

sundown.

I'll try my best.

I'll keep trying to contact the others, and if you find

them before I do, just let them know what's going on.

Will do.

We're not going to find him.

Another one?

Hello!?

Charles!?

Morton?

Foster?

Guys this isn't the time or

place for this crap.

Okay, you know what? Funny.

The footprints? Funny.

But you had your little laugh.

Professor Peters is still out there somewhere

and he could be in serious trouble!

Please tell me somebody else

bothered showing up!

Anyone!?

We're running out of time!

Hello?

It's Happy-Time Harry here to

brighten your day!

We're knee-deep in swamp right

now.

How's it going on your end?

Not so good.

After this we're going to have to set up a search

party just to find Charles, Morton and Foster.

Where's Wallace?

He's with me.

I'm using a stick to find dead

bodies!

What did he say?

He's uh... fishing.

Anyways, what's up with the

other guys?

Totally MIA. I can't seem to

reach them on my cell phone.

Want me to try calling them?

Let me repeat: I can't reach

them on my cell phone.

How are you going to reach

them?

Right.

Uh, I hate to be a buzz-kill but I think

this is a complete waste of time.

We're not even finding old beer cans out here. I

don't think Professor Peters is going to turn up.

We need one of those dogs that

can sniff out old corpses.

Hold on. Shut up, Wallace!

Sorry.

Anyway, you were saying?

You were saying.

You guys have barely even covered the

swamp, how do you know he's not here?

Why aren't you out looking for

him?

I'm at the old Cully place,

waiting for you.

So the one place you know he

isn't.

I thought we were all going to meet

up here and then split up the map.

Apparently you don't know how

Charles, Morton or Foster think.

Oh, I know. They pranked me a

little while ago.

They left some weird

footprints in the house.

Footprints?

Yeah, you know. Like it's supposed

to be the Reed's Cove Swamp Freak.

There were some weird noises in the

woods, and some footprints around...

Right. So they're probably not answering

their phones on purpose. Great.

My guess is they're probably

out getting blitzed somewhere.

Short attention spans. I blame

television.

Let's get serious, okay?

Okay. Right. You're the boss.

What do we do now?

Find Professor Peters.

I'll give these jerks a little

while longer, then I'll join you.

He's not out here, Leila. We've

been looking for three hours.

No sign of a campsite, no

fresh footprints.

No burial sites.

We're not the police. We're

not an organized search party.

We're a bunch of college

students.

Half of us are probably dancing around a

bonfire right now drinking moonshine.

He's alive, okay!

You know, he was my favorite

teacher, too, but-

He could be hurt. He could be

dehydrated!

Well just wait one more day and

then let the cops look for him.

Harry...

Why don't Wallace and I come to the old Cully

house, grab you, and we'll all leave together.

What about the others?

They'll figure it out.

Look, you guys can leave if you want.

Sorry I got you into this.

We're coming by the house. You're not staying

there by yourself. End of discussion.

We're going to the Cully

place. Drop the stick!

I can't bring it with me?

I'm keeping the stick.

Why are you even running!?

That's my knee!

Harry!

Harry! Harry!

The swamp freak is real!

Harry!

It's going to get me!

It's going to get me!

Locking the doors won't keep

us out.

Who are you?

I'm Isaac Cully. I was born in

this house.

You're trespassing on our

property.

Our property?

You've already met my brother,

Moss.

We both live here.

The legends...

...the swamp freak...

All true. We've been guarding

this place for years.

We've lived in peace.

Then the developers came.

They wanted to turn the swamps into

houses, stores and restaurants.

They wanted to murder it, like

they murder everything.

So we murdered them.

That thing out there killed my

teacher!

My friends!

No one had to come here. No

one had to die.

You came here.

You trespassed on our lands.

Don't come any closer!

You don't get it.

I came from the swamp.

No.

Moss came from me.

I'm the swamp freak.

This can't be happening!