Death Valley: The Revenge of Bloody Bill (2004) Movie Script
1
Hey.
You got something on your lip.
Yeah. You wanna lick
it off, babe?
Take more than that
to make me happy.
Oh, shit.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Hey, enjoy the blow, bitch.
It's on the house.
Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck!
Thanks, Earl. Fuckin' piece
of shit car.
Slow night, huh?
I'll take whatever
you have on tap.
Man, this place for real? You
guys really went all out here.
You get a lot of tours
or something?
Hey, buddy.
How about that beer?
Hey. Pal.
How about that beer?
Pal.
Hey.
What is it with your friend
here? What is he, fucking deaf?
Hey. You.
Hey, man.
My money spends here just as
well as anybody else, bro...
Jeez.
We gotta get outta here.
They're gonna ki...
Ah!
Ahhh!
I can't believe I'm spending
my Spring break
with the debate team.
Shit.
Put it up top.
Yeah, what if it rains?
It'll get wet. Quit 'cher
bitchin'.
Don't tell me...
This says you're wrong.
Oh, you're on.
Hey, Coach.
Yes, Gwyn.
So since you're
gonna be so busy,
don't you think it's best
if I drove?
Uh-huh. And how am I
going to be busy?
Well, you haven't
made the reservations
for the hotel yet, right?
Uh, no, I already did that.
So then why don't you have
a confirmation number yet?
There better be a mini-bar
at the motel.
And how did you know that?
I never ask a question I don't
know the answer to, Coach.
Oh, very good.
There's more to this world
than just logic.
Observe, analyze and counter.
You're so cold and
calculating.
Just hand it over, loser.
You're good.
Mandy.
What?
You were only supposed to
pack the bare essentials.
And I did. It's got my
evening formal,
my couture casuals, oh,
these cute little red pumps,
a micro-mini,
my Dolce Capri's and
my brand new Prada bag.
You packed party clothes.
For a tournament in Arizona.
On the contrary.
I'm just making sure that I
look the part for when we win.
Now if you tell me that we're
going to lose,
I'll just leave
all of this behind.
Point goes to Mandy.
Hey, Jerry, at least you didn't
bet her your last dollar.
Okay, okay.
Is everybody ready?
All right.
Where are we going?
Phoenix.
What are we going to do?
To debate with a clear mind,
clear arguments
and a clear goal in sight.
And what is that goal?
To kick ass, sir.
That's' right. Everybody in.
All right.
Damn it, Buck.
I just got the new high score.
You scared the shit out of me.
Ah. Did I startle you?
Is poor little Gwynie-Wynie...
Or maybe you're just jealous
of my brand new high score.
Get that out of my face. God,
Buck, you could
get us all killed.
Lighten up, Gwyn.
No, not when I'm driving.
Yeah, like there's
anything out here
but prairie dogs and
roadrunners that...
Look out!
What the hell is that?
Oh, my God.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
What, what, what,
what just happened?
Oh, no. Everyone stay
right here.
Sorry.
Don't move. Uh, we're gonna
call the paramedics
and you're gonna be fine.
Where does it hurt?
Right here. Up. Up.
Turn around.
Turn around. Slow. Slow.
What's up?
Beats me. Can't see a thing.
Looks like the guy's walking.
Can't be hurt too bad.
Hey, Coach, is that guy okay?
Oh, my God.
Hey, Miss. Get us outta here.
Where are we going?
Go straight and enter
the Speedway for now.
I'll let you know
when we get there.
Oh, my God.
So how is it
we didn't kill you?
A little carjack trick.
Slap the side a car loud enough
to give everyone inside a panic.
Pull over.
Pull over.
Come on.
No.
We're going for a little stroll.
Come on. Please don't hurt me.
Please?
Just come on.
Take me. Take me.
Sit down.
No, I'll go.
I recall telling
you to sit down.
And I won't say it a third time.
Come on.
It's okay, Coach. I'll go.
Fuck, Darrell! Damn, Darrell.
Damn! Fuck!
What's the matter?
What's the matter is
my ex-business partner
just fucked me outta fifty grand
in cash and blow.
Fuck!
Let's get. Come on.
Come on.
Hop in the truck.
I'm okay.
Take this road right here.
This one?
What did I just say?
But it's a dirt road, a track,
it probably doesn't even le...
It leads directly where
I want it to. Move it.
There. Go, go there.
Sunset Valley?
What's in Sunset Valley?
Hey, what's that?
Sunset Valley?
Jerry, you've actually
heard of this place?
Yeah, but I never
believed it existed.
There's nobody here.
It looks like a ghost town.
If this is the place
I've heard of,
it has more than just ghosts.
There. Go there. Right there.
Look, just let the kids go.
Do whatever you need to do,
but leave the kids.
I'll, I'll take you where
you need to go.
Oh, just like that, huh?
You must think I'm stupid too.
No, no, I, I don't think
you're stupid, it's just
that fewer hostages means fewer
people to keep an eye on.
Fewer, fewer people
to worry about.
Come on, just let the kids go.
Nice try.
Don't try it again.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, get out. Come on.
Come on, man, move it.
Come on. Come on!
Come on. Co...
Where you a... , uh, whoa,
whoa, not so fast.
You got something I want.
Come on.
Everybody inside.
Come on!
Move. Move.
Move! Hello? Hello?
Nothing.
Hello?
Hello?
Anybody in here?
Hello?
Anybody in here?
Is this a picture
of a lynching?
Hello?
Oh, my God, it's missing.
Shit.
Somebody's taken the sword.
Guys, there's something
not right here.
Hey, anyone else's watch stop?
Yeah. Mine.
Mine, too.
Hello? Hey, anybody in here?
Hello?
Bloody Bill.
Oh, my God.
You need to leave.
And I will just as soon as
I've taken care
of a little business.
Get out. Understand?
He'll find you.
Where's the cash, Darrell?
Where's the cash?
So hungry.
Is he okay? No!
Is he okay? Are you hurt?
No!
Mind your business.
Bloody Bill. He's coming.
He'll find you.
Who's gonna do what?
Please, Earl.
He'll kill you.
Oh. No.
Wait a minute...
[gunshots
Go find help!
I'm sorry. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
It's all right.
I, I can't move my fingers.
Um... I ca... I can still move.
Uh, no, no, no, no, okay.
Jerry.
Uh, Gwyn, uh, there's a
first-aid kit in the van.
Right.
Okay. You'll be okay.
Where is he?
Need to find some help.
Hey. Little girl!
Hey.
Hey. Hey, little girl.
What?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hello?
Is anybody there?
Hello, I need help.
Hello? Hey. Ah!
Hello?
I need help.
I need help.
Is anybody here?
Where are you going?
Ahhhh!
Get off of me!
It's okay, Jerry.
Ju... just keep calm.
What the fuck was that?
Shit.
Jerry, sweetie, focus on
something else, okay?
Ah, it fuckin' burns like a
mother fucker. Shit. That's f...
Careful, careful, careful.
Okay, Jerry.
Just, let's have a look at that.
It stings.
Goddamn.
Um, it's infected.
I think whatever bit me
bit Sandy.
It just doesn't
make any sense.
How could he just up and
disappear like that?
I don't know.
Sorry. I'm s-sorry.
It's okay.
I don't know.
He must've been on drugs or
something. PCP, mescaline?
Does PCP make you
bullet-proof?
No, but it's the only
logical explanation.
Hey, hey. Darrell wasn't a
user. Just fuckin' greedy.
Uh, musta hit that bastard
three to four times
in the heart at least.
Didn't he say something
about a Bloody Bill?
Yeah, he did.
Ah, it could be.
Legend has it that he fled
from the Union Army
out to these parts.
It's not inconceivable that
Bloody Bill came out here and,
I don't know, did
something in this place.
Jerry, you're talking
about Bloody Bill
as if he's still alive.
Is it really that far-fetched?
The Bible's full of,
of tales and references
of people returning from the
dead. Why not him?
Okay, the Bible's an
unsubstantiated source
of information.
It's an invalid argument.
So you're saying the beliefs
of the world's
three major
religions are invalid?
No, I'm say it's
unsubstantiated.
There's a big difference.
If he somehow staked
a claim on this town,
we're all in a lot of trouble.
The man was pure evil.
It's a simple as that.
No, he was so mean that
no one could kill him.
One story has it
that the lynch mob
got their hands on Bloody
Bill while he was sleeping.
But Bloody Bill took
a long time to die,
only succumbing to the crowd
when they struck him
down with his own saber,
the only weapon it seemed
that could kill him.
Everyone had lived in mortal
terror of the man for so long
that when he was finally at
their mercy,
they paid him back for every
crime he had ever committed.
But the townsfolk were
frightened of his alliance
with the devil and feared
that killing him with his own
sword was not enough.
So after they stabbed him,
they burned the coffin where
he laid just to make sure he
wouldn't escape or somehow
free himself.
Bloody Bill Anderson died in
agony and darkness and flame,
cursing the town that judged him
so cruelly as the flames
consumed his casket,
swearing that if he had to claw
his way back from hell itself,
he would make them all pay.
The lynch mob shot and stabbed
him dozens of times
and even then it was only a,
a lucky hit from his own sword
that killed him.
No shit.
It gets worse.
The only thing he hated
more than Yankees
was black people.
What was that
supposed to mean?
Nothing.
Uh, I hear that tone
in your voice.
You got a problem with me?
No, I don't ha... no.
Huh? You got a problem?
Fuck away, huh?
You got a problem with me?
No.
The fuck you don't.
No, no, no, no!
No.
He's talking about Bloody Bill,
a Confederate raider, right?
Yes.
So then he doesn't like any
of us. Just drop it, okay?
You better watch that tone
with me, you understand?
Watch that tone.
Oh, God.
Sandra.
No, don't.
Sandra?
Sandra?
Sandra?
Sandra? Sandra!
Shut up. All right.
Who saw her last?
Who saw her last?
Fuck. Damn.
Come on.
Sandra?
Ssh!
Sandra.
Ssh!
Why is it still sunset?
What?
Why?
Look. I shoulda told you, but
she didn't just abandon us.
I know. That's what has
me so worried.
Hey, there she is.
Sandra?
Sandra, is everything okay?
Damn, baby, what's the...
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Bloody Bill.
Oh, God.
What the fuck did you
do this for?
You saying I did this?
Well, well, what, what else?
You've done nothing but kidnap
us, bring us to this shit hole.
Buck, it wasn't him.
It couldn't have been him.
He was with us the entire time.
Oh, shit. You mean there's
something worse out here?
Buck, calm down.
Fuck it. It, it's gonna
come after us, all right?
Calm down, Buck.
Fuck calm. I ain't waiting
around just for some lunatic
to mistake me for one of you.
I'm from Georgia. Fuck this.
I'm outta here.
Hey, calm down.
Buck, come back.
Don't go!
Hey, come back. Hey!
Hey, last warning. Get...!
Ahhhh!
What I told you about
being a hero, huh?
What I told you
about being a hero?
I told you...
Stop.
Give me the keys, Earl.
Now! Slowly.
Slowly.
Okay, okay.
Slo-slow, slow.
Try me.
Try me. All right, back up.
Back up. Back up.
Back up.
All right, right, right, right.
What is that?
Get out the way, man.
Help help!
What are we gonna do now?
Gwyn, look. I am not leaving
Coach Denton behind.
Glad to hear it.
Neither am I.
What the heck is that for?
Earl's skull.
Come on.
Gwyn. Gwyn.
He's got a gun.
Oh, shit.
That's not right.
Fuck!
The fuck, man?
That's gonna make you feel
better, g'head.
G'head.
Don't think for a second I
forgot who brought us here.
Oh, my God.
Sandra, she must still be alive.
Here's your bag.
I guess I gotta trust you now.
What the fuck?
I've been here before.
Sandra?
S-Sandra, is that you?
Where are you?
Sandra?
Jesus, you're alive?
Jeez.
What was that?
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Oh, no.
He's burning up.
Come on, Jerry.
Let me see it.
It stinks.
Oh, God.
We need to get him to
a doctor bad.
I don't think you're gonna
find any of those around here.
Damn. Well, then back
to the hotel.
No, no, no, I'm, I'm fine.
Jerry, what's the matter?
Oh, God.
What's going on?
Stomach, ah, cramping
up real bad.
You'll be fine, Jerry, on
your feet. Okay?
It's supposed to be
dark by now.
Jerry, just...
Put him over here.
I'm fine.
No, no, no, no.
I'll get that.
It's okay. It just
needs a bandage.
Wait a second.
Never do that again.
It, it just needs a
bandage, is all.
Okay, Jerry. Hold on. This may
sting a minute, okay?
Ow.
Jerry, are you okay?
Shit. Oh.
That's it, we're, we're almost
done. We're almost done.
Ooh, shit, oh, shit.
Jerry, we're almost done,
we're almost done.
God.
Jerry, look. It, it's,
it's gonna be okay.
Jerry, what's the matter?
What's wrong?
Damn it, my stomach.
What, what is it?
Gwyn, we have to do something!
My stomach.
What? What is it? Let me try
and find you something to eat.
Fuck you.
Jerry, look, just calm down.
Jerry, you have to tell me.
Is it, like, poisoning?
I think I'm starving.
Starving?
What?
Is that you?
My dearest sister,
there you are no more.
Know that through me you will
have your vengeance.
And if the God to whom you
employed me to supplicate myself
sought it to leave you
defenseless,
then perhaps Satan will see fit
to grant me the strength I'm
needed to see my duty fulfilled.
The town of Sunset Valley has
sealed its fate and
I will see them damned if not in
this life then with my next.
I don't know.
Gwyn, what does this mean?
What are they talking about?
It's Mary. Mary Anderson.
She was Bill's sister.
Mary moved out West
sometime near the end
of the war hoping to
begin life anew.
And while she herself had no
part in her brother's evil
deeds, he cast a long shadow,
one she could not escape from.
When the locals discovered
Mary's brother was none
other than the infamous
Bloody Bill Anderson,
they hanged her.
Whether out of fear or
hatred, for vengeance,
vigilantes took her out
and executed her.
Unfortunately for them,
their troubles didn't end with Mary's life.
Bloody Bill had tracked his
sister down hoping for a life
of peaceful anonymity
after the war.
But all he found was her
stiffening corpse
swaying in the wind.
It was then that he swore to
make the entire town
pay for what they had done.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Mandy, get Jerry, and go hide.
Shit, Coach. I thought you,
did you find Buck?
Help me with this,
help me with this.
Freeze, asshole. Don't move or
I swear to God, I'll shoot you.
Gwyn?
Drop your bag and
give me the keys.
Gwyn, lower the gun.
It's okay. I've got it under
control. Give me the keys.
We'll find Buck and we'll
leave you here
with whoever killed Sandra.
Give me the fucking keys.
Listen, we just spent
the last ten minutes here
trying not to get eaten alive.
I-If, if it all the same for
you, I suggest you point
that thing somewhere else.
What the hell is going
on here?
I don't know, all right?
Not everything
has an explanation.
I just, I know what I saw.
I know what I smelled.
And trust me,
once you smell death
you never mistake it
for anything else.
Dead? What do you mean
they're dead?
They're not dead.
It's something else.
Toxins, fallout, mutations.
I know and this doesn't
make a lot of sense.
But sometimes you just have to
trust that what you see
is what you're getting.
If we wanna make it outta here,
we're gonna have
to work together.
Oh, God.
You okay, sport?
Good. Okay.
Um, everybody out in the van.
We're getting outta here.
Right now?
You don't want
to stay here, do you?
No, but what about Buck?
What about Buck?
We can't just leave him here.
I di... I didn't say we
were leaving him.
I just t... Jerry needs a doctor
and we just can't go
looking for Buck on foot.
Well, we can at least
stay here for a minute
before we abandon him.
Look, Jerry needs a hospital.
We don't have time to sit
around here waiting for
him to come back.
I say fuck him. He ran
off like a little pussy
and left you guys
here to dangle.
Shit, he's probably
dead already.
We do not know that yet.
Honey, there's possible
and probable.
Right now, your friend
falls into neither.
We are not going to
leave him here to die.
It's okay for us to leave
Jerry here to die?
All right, that's enough.
Yeah, you're damn
right it's enough.
He gets in this fucking mess
and then he expects us
to leave our friend here to die?
Oh, so it's all my fault now.
End of discussion.
Mandy and Gwyn, you get
Jerry out to the van.
We're gonna drive around
and look for Buck.
At the first sign of trouble,
we are getting out of here.
But...
This is not up for debate!
We either find him or we don't.
I am not endangering
lives for him.
Do I make myself clear?
He got them all. All of 'em.
And he's gonna get us.
He'll get us, too.
Jerry...
Don't Jerry me.
We're all damned.
All of us.
Don't any of you see?
Bloody Bill came here
and he never left.
No one leaves.
Jerry? Listen to me.
Cursed.
Cursed them all.
Cursed us. With his dying
breath he cursed us.
Jerry.
Listen. I know the evidence
seems to support the legend,
but there is a reasonable
and logical explanation
for all of this.
Dead people do not just get up
and start eating people.
But what about Coach Denton?
He saw them.
They could be sick, psychotic,
any number of reasons.
Ergo, Erlman's Disease.
You're wrong.
This place is cursed.
And so am I.
So am I.
This says you're wrong.
Okay.
You're on.
All right. You ride shotgun.
If it isn't Buck, put it down.
He ran off towards
the edge of town.
Great, where we'll start.
Let's hope we find him before
anything else does.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
AhhhH!
Oh, shit.
That's not right.
I shot you!
Lay down.
You're hurting.
Jerry.
What?
Hand me a gun.
Why?
'Cause we need as much
firepower as possible,
unless you have another pair
of hands in that bag
hand me a gun, damn it.
You watch where you point
that thing, you hear?
Don't worry about me.
Jerry, how you holding up
over here?
Ssh.
What was that?
Thank God it stopped.
What's going...?
Gwyn, what are we gonna do?
No one leaves.
No one gets out.
That's enough crazy talk
outta you, boy.
Leave her alone!
He's about to claim us all.
Somebody got sense, fucking
all, I'll shoot this guy.
He's back to claim us all.
Just like he claimed the others.
Tell your boyfriend to
be quiet, okay?
You know what?
Both of you stop arguing.
We're getting out
of here right now.
Earl? Grab an arm.
No arm.
Screw you!
Jesus Christ.
What's that smell?
Jerry, come on. We
gotta get you outta here.
Come on, Jerry.
Come on. We've gotta
get you outta here.
Get up, Jerry.
Come on, Jerry. Get up.
Jerry, come on. We gotta get
you out of here.
What's wrong?
Come on, Jerry.
Come on.
What's wrong with you?
Put him down.
We can't carry him.
Get up.
God, Jerry.
Jerry. What's wrong?
Please. Get out of here.
Just go.
Jerry, we're not
going anywhere.
What's wrong?
Jerry?
Jerry, it's gonna be okay.
Goddamn, you don't look
good, boy. Shit.
Get out of here.
Tell me what is wrong.
Just go!
Please? We're not going any...
What?
What's wrong?
We're not leaving you.
Please, Jerry.
Get out!
What's wrong with you, boy?
We have to get out of here.
They're almost in.
Not too far down.
We can jump from this ledge,
no problem.
And it's not too far
from that riverbed.
We can make it.
But that's over a hundred
yards away.
And they're not two feet
behind that door.
Take your pick.
It really doesn't matter.
They're gonna get us anyway.
Mandy, just calm down.
We're making it out of here.
No, we won't. They got the
others and they'll get us, too.
Not all of us, they won't.
What are you talking about?
You're staying behind?
In a nutshell.
We can all make it. We're not
gonna leave anyone else behind.
I have no say in the matter.
I'm staying here whether
I like it or not.
But, we don't even know...
Don't even try.
What happened to your friend,
to all of these people,
is gonna happen to me.
You know it. I know it.
And we all know that's no way
for anyone to go.
Even for someone like me.
Besides, I have a few things
to say to that racist
son of a bitch
before I check out.
Earl?
Now, get the hell out of here
and don't look back.
Okay, Earl.
You're a three-time loser.
A pusher, a user, a thief,
a great thief, sure.
But that's just a technicality.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's... It's time to...
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I ain't gonna be that good.
Fuck that shit.
Oh, yeah. Mother fuckers.
You mother fuckers.
Take that. Who the
fuck you zombies laughing at?
Yeah motherfucker!
Who the fuck you
zombies laughing at?
Who the fuck, you zombie
mother fuckers.
Who the fuck you
zombies laughing at?
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Do you think...?
I don't know. I hope so.
I really do. Come on.
Oh, yeah, mother fuckers.
You mother fuckers.
Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah,
mother fuckers.
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Remember me, asshole?
Huh?
Oh, my goodness.
We made it.
They're all gone. We made it.
We're gonna be okay.
I know. But we have
to get going, okay?
But no. We're gonna be okay.
We're still here. Right?
Yeah.
Hey.
Oh, my God.
Mandy, you run when I
tell you to, okay?
No. It can't be.
Hey.
Earl?
Hey, you guys, wait for me.
Earl?
Mandy?
Earl. Is that you?
Thank God.
Thank God it's you.
Well, let's just say
some obligin' fellas
got in the way
of those explosives for me.
Obligin'? What's up
with the accent?
No!
No. No, Mandy. No. No!
No! No, no, Mandy, no! No!
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Shit, the key. Damn it.
This is impossible.
What?
No. This can't be. This...
Oh, God.
Oh, God, thank God...
Ahhhh!
Oh, my God.
Mary Anderson.
Bill. It's so nice to see you.
Now, is that any way
to treat your little sister
after all this time?
Hey.
You got something on your lip.
Yeah. You wanna lick
it off, babe?
Take more than that
to make me happy.
Oh, shit.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Hey, enjoy the blow, bitch.
It's on the house.
Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck. Fuck.
Fuck!
Thanks, Earl. Fuckin' piece
of shit car.
Slow night, huh?
I'll take whatever
you have on tap.
Man, this place for real? You
guys really went all out here.
You get a lot of tours
or something?
Hey, buddy.
How about that beer?
Hey. Pal.
How about that beer?
Pal.
Hey.
What is it with your friend
here? What is he, fucking deaf?
Hey. You.
Hey, man.
My money spends here just as
well as anybody else, bro...
Jeez.
We gotta get outta here.
They're gonna ki...
Ah!
Ahhh!
I can't believe I'm spending
my Spring break
with the debate team.
Shit.
Put it up top.
Yeah, what if it rains?
It'll get wet. Quit 'cher
bitchin'.
Don't tell me...
This says you're wrong.
Oh, you're on.
Hey, Coach.
Yes, Gwyn.
So since you're
gonna be so busy,
don't you think it's best
if I drove?
Uh-huh. And how am I
going to be busy?
Well, you haven't
made the reservations
for the hotel yet, right?
Uh, no, I already did that.
So then why don't you have
a confirmation number yet?
There better be a mini-bar
at the motel.
And how did you know that?
I never ask a question I don't
know the answer to, Coach.
Oh, very good.
There's more to this world
than just logic.
Observe, analyze and counter.
You're so cold and
calculating.
Just hand it over, loser.
You're good.
Mandy.
What?
You were only supposed to
pack the bare essentials.
And I did. It's got my
evening formal,
my couture casuals, oh,
these cute little red pumps,
a micro-mini,
my Dolce Capri's and
my brand new Prada bag.
You packed party clothes.
For a tournament in Arizona.
On the contrary.
I'm just making sure that I
look the part for when we win.
Now if you tell me that we're
going to lose,
I'll just leave
all of this behind.
Point goes to Mandy.
Hey, Jerry, at least you didn't
bet her your last dollar.
Okay, okay.
Is everybody ready?
All right.
Where are we going?
Phoenix.
What are we going to do?
To debate with a clear mind,
clear arguments
and a clear goal in sight.
And what is that goal?
To kick ass, sir.
That's' right. Everybody in.
All right.
Damn it, Buck.
I just got the new high score.
You scared the shit out of me.
Ah. Did I startle you?
Is poor little Gwynie-Wynie...
Or maybe you're just jealous
of my brand new high score.
Get that out of my face. God,
Buck, you could
get us all killed.
Lighten up, Gwyn.
No, not when I'm driving.
Yeah, like there's
anything out here
but prairie dogs and
roadrunners that...
Look out!
What the hell is that?
Oh, my God.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
What, what, what,
what just happened?
Oh, no. Everyone stay
right here.
Sorry.
Don't move. Uh, we're gonna
call the paramedics
and you're gonna be fine.
Where does it hurt?
Right here. Up. Up.
Turn around.
Turn around. Slow. Slow.
What's up?
Beats me. Can't see a thing.
Looks like the guy's walking.
Can't be hurt too bad.
Hey, Coach, is that guy okay?
Oh, my God.
Hey, Miss. Get us outta here.
Where are we going?
Go straight and enter
the Speedway for now.
I'll let you know
when we get there.
Oh, my God.
So how is it
we didn't kill you?
A little carjack trick.
Slap the side a car loud enough
to give everyone inside a panic.
Pull over.
Pull over.
Come on.
No.
We're going for a little stroll.
Come on. Please don't hurt me.
Please?
Just come on.
Take me. Take me.
Sit down.
No, I'll go.
I recall telling
you to sit down.
And I won't say it a third time.
Come on.
It's okay, Coach. I'll go.
Fuck, Darrell! Damn, Darrell.
Damn! Fuck!
What's the matter?
What's the matter is
my ex-business partner
just fucked me outta fifty grand
in cash and blow.
Fuck!
Let's get. Come on.
Come on.
Hop in the truck.
I'm okay.
Take this road right here.
This one?
What did I just say?
But it's a dirt road, a track,
it probably doesn't even le...
It leads directly where
I want it to. Move it.
There. Go, go there.
Sunset Valley?
What's in Sunset Valley?
Hey, what's that?
Sunset Valley?
Jerry, you've actually
heard of this place?
Yeah, but I never
believed it existed.
There's nobody here.
It looks like a ghost town.
If this is the place
I've heard of,
it has more than just ghosts.
There. Go there. Right there.
Look, just let the kids go.
Do whatever you need to do,
but leave the kids.
I'll, I'll take you where
you need to go.
Oh, just like that, huh?
You must think I'm stupid too.
No, no, I, I don't think
you're stupid, it's just
that fewer hostages means fewer
people to keep an eye on.
Fewer, fewer people
to worry about.
Come on, just let the kids go.
Nice try.
Don't try it again.
Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, get out. Come on.
Come on, man, move it.
Come on. Come on!
Come on. Co...
Where you a... , uh, whoa,
whoa, not so fast.
You got something I want.
Come on.
Everybody inside.
Come on!
Move. Move.
Move! Hello? Hello?
Nothing.
Hello?
Hello?
Anybody in here?
Hello?
Anybody in here?
Is this a picture
of a lynching?
Hello?
Oh, my God, it's missing.
Shit.
Somebody's taken the sword.
Guys, there's something
not right here.
Hey, anyone else's watch stop?
Yeah. Mine.
Mine, too.
Hello? Hey, anybody in here?
Hello?
Bloody Bill.
Oh, my God.
You need to leave.
And I will just as soon as
I've taken care
of a little business.
Get out. Understand?
He'll find you.
Where's the cash, Darrell?
Where's the cash?
So hungry.
Is he okay? No!
Is he okay? Are you hurt?
No!
Mind your business.
Bloody Bill. He's coming.
He'll find you.
Who's gonna do what?
Please, Earl.
He'll kill you.
Oh. No.
Wait a minute...
[gunshots
Go find help!
I'm sorry. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
It's all right.
I, I can't move my fingers.
Um... I ca... I can still move.
Uh, no, no, no, no, okay.
Jerry.
Uh, Gwyn, uh, there's a
first-aid kit in the van.
Right.
Okay. You'll be okay.
Where is he?
Need to find some help.
Hey. Little girl!
Hey.
Hey. Hey, little girl.
What?
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Hello?
Is anybody there?
Hello, I need help.
Hello? Hey. Ah!
Hello?
I need help.
I need help.
Is anybody here?
Where are you going?
Ahhhh!
Get off of me!
It's okay, Jerry.
Ju... just keep calm.
What the fuck was that?
Shit.
Jerry, sweetie, focus on
something else, okay?
Ah, it fuckin' burns like a
mother fucker. Shit. That's f...
Careful, careful, careful.
Okay, Jerry.
Just, let's have a look at that.
It stings.
Goddamn.
Um, it's infected.
I think whatever bit me
bit Sandy.
It just doesn't
make any sense.
How could he just up and
disappear like that?
I don't know.
Sorry. I'm s-sorry.
It's okay.
I don't know.
He must've been on drugs or
something. PCP, mescaline?
Does PCP make you
bullet-proof?
No, but it's the only
logical explanation.
Hey, hey. Darrell wasn't a
user. Just fuckin' greedy.
Uh, musta hit that bastard
three to four times
in the heart at least.
Didn't he say something
about a Bloody Bill?
Yeah, he did.
Ah, it could be.
Legend has it that he fled
from the Union Army
out to these parts.
It's not inconceivable that
Bloody Bill came out here and,
I don't know, did
something in this place.
Jerry, you're talking
about Bloody Bill
as if he's still alive.
Is it really that far-fetched?
The Bible's full of,
of tales and references
of people returning from the
dead. Why not him?
Okay, the Bible's an
unsubstantiated source
of information.
It's an invalid argument.
So you're saying the beliefs
of the world's
three major
religions are invalid?
No, I'm say it's
unsubstantiated.
There's a big difference.
If he somehow staked
a claim on this town,
we're all in a lot of trouble.
The man was pure evil.
It's a simple as that.
No, he was so mean that
no one could kill him.
One story has it
that the lynch mob
got their hands on Bloody
Bill while he was sleeping.
But Bloody Bill took
a long time to die,
only succumbing to the crowd
when they struck him
down with his own saber,
the only weapon it seemed
that could kill him.
Everyone had lived in mortal
terror of the man for so long
that when he was finally at
their mercy,
they paid him back for every
crime he had ever committed.
But the townsfolk were
frightened of his alliance
with the devil and feared
that killing him with his own
sword was not enough.
So after they stabbed him,
they burned the coffin where
he laid just to make sure he
wouldn't escape or somehow
free himself.
Bloody Bill Anderson died in
agony and darkness and flame,
cursing the town that judged him
so cruelly as the flames
consumed his casket,
swearing that if he had to claw
his way back from hell itself,
he would make them all pay.
The lynch mob shot and stabbed
him dozens of times
and even then it was only a,
a lucky hit from his own sword
that killed him.
No shit.
It gets worse.
The only thing he hated
more than Yankees
was black people.
What was that
supposed to mean?
Nothing.
Uh, I hear that tone
in your voice.
You got a problem with me?
No, I don't ha... no.
Huh? You got a problem?
Fuck away, huh?
You got a problem with me?
No.
The fuck you don't.
No, no, no, no!
No.
He's talking about Bloody Bill,
a Confederate raider, right?
Yes.
So then he doesn't like any
of us. Just drop it, okay?
You better watch that tone
with me, you understand?
Watch that tone.
Oh, God.
Sandra.
No, don't.
Sandra?
Sandra?
Sandra?
Sandra? Sandra!
Shut up. All right.
Who saw her last?
Who saw her last?
Fuck. Damn.
Come on.
Sandra?
Ssh!
Sandra.
Ssh!
Why is it still sunset?
What?
Why?
Look. I shoulda told you, but
she didn't just abandon us.
I know. That's what has
me so worried.
Hey, there she is.
Sandra?
Sandra, is everything okay?
Damn, baby, what's the...
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Bloody Bill.
Oh, God.
What the fuck did you
do this for?
You saying I did this?
Well, well, what, what else?
You've done nothing but kidnap
us, bring us to this shit hole.
Buck, it wasn't him.
It couldn't have been him.
He was with us the entire time.
Oh, shit. You mean there's
something worse out here?
Buck, calm down.
Fuck it. It, it's gonna
come after us, all right?
Calm down, Buck.
Fuck calm. I ain't waiting
around just for some lunatic
to mistake me for one of you.
I'm from Georgia. Fuck this.
I'm outta here.
Hey, calm down.
Buck, come back.
Don't go!
Hey, come back. Hey!
Hey, last warning. Get...!
Ahhhh!
What I told you about
being a hero, huh?
What I told you
about being a hero?
I told you...
Stop.
Give me the keys, Earl.
Now! Slowly.
Slowly.
Okay, okay.
Slo-slow, slow.
Try me.
Try me. All right, back up.
Back up. Back up.
Back up.
All right, right, right, right.
What is that?
Get out the way, man.
Help help!
What are we gonna do now?
Gwyn, look. I am not leaving
Coach Denton behind.
Glad to hear it.
Neither am I.
What the heck is that for?
Earl's skull.
Come on.
Gwyn. Gwyn.
He's got a gun.
Oh, shit.
That's not right.
Fuck!
The fuck, man?
That's gonna make you feel
better, g'head.
G'head.
Don't think for a second I
forgot who brought us here.
Oh, my God.
Sandra, she must still be alive.
Here's your bag.
I guess I gotta trust you now.
What the fuck?
I've been here before.
Sandra?
S-Sandra, is that you?
Where are you?
Sandra?
Jesus, you're alive?
Jeez.
What was that?
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Oh, no.
He's burning up.
Come on, Jerry.
Let me see it.
It stinks.
Oh, God.
We need to get him to
a doctor bad.
I don't think you're gonna
find any of those around here.
Damn. Well, then back
to the hotel.
No, no, no, I'm, I'm fine.
Jerry, what's the matter?
Oh, God.
What's going on?
Stomach, ah, cramping
up real bad.
You'll be fine, Jerry, on
your feet. Okay?
It's supposed to be
dark by now.
Jerry, just...
Put him over here.
I'm fine.
No, no, no, no.
I'll get that.
It's okay. It just
needs a bandage.
Wait a second.
Never do that again.
It, it just needs a
bandage, is all.
Okay, Jerry. Hold on. This may
sting a minute, okay?
Ow.
Jerry, are you okay?
Shit. Oh.
That's it, we're, we're almost
done. We're almost done.
Ooh, shit, oh, shit.
Jerry, we're almost done,
we're almost done.
God.
Jerry, look. It, it's,
it's gonna be okay.
Jerry, what's the matter?
What's wrong?
Damn it, my stomach.
What, what is it?
Gwyn, we have to do something!
My stomach.
What? What is it? Let me try
and find you something to eat.
Fuck you.
Jerry, look, just calm down.
Jerry, you have to tell me.
Is it, like, poisoning?
I think I'm starving.
Starving?
What?
Is that you?
My dearest sister,
there you are no more.
Know that through me you will
have your vengeance.
And if the God to whom you
employed me to supplicate myself
sought it to leave you
defenseless,
then perhaps Satan will see fit
to grant me the strength I'm
needed to see my duty fulfilled.
The town of Sunset Valley has
sealed its fate and
I will see them damned if not in
this life then with my next.
I don't know.
Gwyn, what does this mean?
What are they talking about?
It's Mary. Mary Anderson.
She was Bill's sister.
Mary moved out West
sometime near the end
of the war hoping to
begin life anew.
And while she herself had no
part in her brother's evil
deeds, he cast a long shadow,
one she could not escape from.
When the locals discovered
Mary's brother was none
other than the infamous
Bloody Bill Anderson,
they hanged her.
Whether out of fear or
hatred, for vengeance,
vigilantes took her out
and executed her.
Unfortunately for them,
their troubles didn't end with Mary's life.
Bloody Bill had tracked his
sister down hoping for a life
of peaceful anonymity
after the war.
But all he found was her
stiffening corpse
swaying in the wind.
It was then that he swore to
make the entire town
pay for what they had done.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Mandy, get Jerry, and go hide.
Shit, Coach. I thought you,
did you find Buck?
Help me with this,
help me with this.
Freeze, asshole. Don't move or
I swear to God, I'll shoot you.
Gwyn?
Drop your bag and
give me the keys.
Gwyn, lower the gun.
It's okay. I've got it under
control. Give me the keys.
We'll find Buck and we'll
leave you here
with whoever killed Sandra.
Give me the fucking keys.
Listen, we just spent
the last ten minutes here
trying not to get eaten alive.
I-If, if it all the same for
you, I suggest you point
that thing somewhere else.
What the hell is going
on here?
I don't know, all right?
Not everything
has an explanation.
I just, I know what I saw.
I know what I smelled.
And trust me,
once you smell death
you never mistake it
for anything else.
Dead? What do you mean
they're dead?
They're not dead.
It's something else.
Toxins, fallout, mutations.
I know and this doesn't
make a lot of sense.
But sometimes you just have to
trust that what you see
is what you're getting.
If we wanna make it outta here,
we're gonna have
to work together.
Oh, God.
You okay, sport?
Good. Okay.
Um, everybody out in the van.
We're getting outta here.
Right now?
You don't want
to stay here, do you?
No, but what about Buck?
What about Buck?
We can't just leave him here.
I di... I didn't say we
were leaving him.
I just t... Jerry needs a doctor
and we just can't go
looking for Buck on foot.
Well, we can at least
stay here for a minute
before we abandon him.
Look, Jerry needs a hospital.
We don't have time to sit
around here waiting for
him to come back.
I say fuck him. He ran
off like a little pussy
and left you guys
here to dangle.
Shit, he's probably
dead already.
We do not know that yet.
Honey, there's possible
and probable.
Right now, your friend
falls into neither.
We are not going to
leave him here to die.
It's okay for us to leave
Jerry here to die?
All right, that's enough.
Yeah, you're damn
right it's enough.
He gets in this fucking mess
and then he expects us
to leave our friend here to die?
Oh, so it's all my fault now.
End of discussion.
Mandy and Gwyn, you get
Jerry out to the van.
We're gonna drive around
and look for Buck.
At the first sign of trouble,
we are getting out of here.
But...
This is not up for debate!
We either find him or we don't.
I am not endangering
lives for him.
Do I make myself clear?
He got them all. All of 'em.
And he's gonna get us.
He'll get us, too.
Jerry...
Don't Jerry me.
We're all damned.
All of us.
Don't any of you see?
Bloody Bill came here
and he never left.
No one leaves.
Jerry? Listen to me.
Cursed.
Cursed them all.
Cursed us. With his dying
breath he cursed us.
Jerry.
Listen. I know the evidence
seems to support the legend,
but there is a reasonable
and logical explanation
for all of this.
Dead people do not just get up
and start eating people.
But what about Coach Denton?
He saw them.
They could be sick, psychotic,
any number of reasons.
Ergo, Erlman's Disease.
You're wrong.
This place is cursed.
And so am I.
So am I.
This says you're wrong.
Okay.
You're on.
All right. You ride shotgun.
If it isn't Buck, put it down.
He ran off towards
the edge of town.
Great, where we'll start.
Let's hope we find him before
anything else does.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
AhhhH!
Oh, shit.
That's not right.
I shot you!
Lay down.
You're hurting.
Jerry.
What?
Hand me a gun.
Why?
'Cause we need as much
firepower as possible,
unless you have another pair
of hands in that bag
hand me a gun, damn it.
You watch where you point
that thing, you hear?
Don't worry about me.
Jerry, how you holding up
over here?
Ssh.
What was that?
Thank God it stopped.
What's going...?
Gwyn, what are we gonna do?
No one leaves.
No one gets out.
That's enough crazy talk
outta you, boy.
Leave her alone!
He's about to claim us all.
Somebody got sense, fucking
all, I'll shoot this guy.
He's back to claim us all.
Just like he claimed the others.
Tell your boyfriend to
be quiet, okay?
You know what?
Both of you stop arguing.
We're getting out
of here right now.
Earl? Grab an arm.
No arm.
Screw you!
Jesus Christ.
What's that smell?
Jerry, come on. We
gotta get you outta here.
Come on, Jerry.
Come on. We've gotta
get you outta here.
Get up, Jerry.
Come on, Jerry. Get up.
Jerry, come on. We gotta get
you out of here.
What's wrong?
Come on, Jerry.
Come on.
What's wrong with you?
Put him down.
We can't carry him.
Get up.
God, Jerry.
Jerry. What's wrong?
Please. Get out of here.
Just go.
Jerry, we're not
going anywhere.
What's wrong?
Jerry?
Jerry, it's gonna be okay.
Goddamn, you don't look
good, boy. Shit.
Get out of here.
Tell me what is wrong.
Just go!
Please? We're not going any...
What?
What's wrong?
We're not leaving you.
Please, Jerry.
Get out!
What's wrong with you, boy?
We have to get out of here.
They're almost in.
Not too far down.
We can jump from this ledge,
no problem.
And it's not too far
from that riverbed.
We can make it.
But that's over a hundred
yards away.
And they're not two feet
behind that door.
Take your pick.
It really doesn't matter.
They're gonna get us anyway.
Mandy, just calm down.
We're making it out of here.
No, we won't. They got the
others and they'll get us, too.
Not all of us, they won't.
What are you talking about?
You're staying behind?
In a nutshell.
We can all make it. We're not
gonna leave anyone else behind.
I have no say in the matter.
I'm staying here whether
I like it or not.
But, we don't even know...
Don't even try.
What happened to your friend,
to all of these people,
is gonna happen to me.
You know it. I know it.
And we all know that's no way
for anyone to go.
Even for someone like me.
Besides, I have a few things
to say to that racist
son of a bitch
before I check out.
Earl?
Now, get the hell out of here
and don't look back.
Okay, Earl.
You're a three-time loser.
A pusher, a user, a thief,
a great thief, sure.
But that's just a technicality.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's time to do some good.
It's... It's time to...
Who the fuck am I kidding?
I ain't gonna be that good.
Fuck that shit.
Oh, yeah. Mother fuckers.
You mother fuckers.
Take that. Who the
fuck you zombies laughing at?
Yeah motherfucker!
Who the fuck you
zombies laughing at?
Who the fuck, you zombie
mother fuckers.
Who the fuck you
zombies laughing at?
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Do you think...?
I don't know. I hope so.
I really do. Come on.
Oh, yeah, mother fuckers.
You mother fuckers.
Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah,
mother fuckers.
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Who the fuck you zombies
laughing at?
Remember me, asshole?
Huh?
Oh, my goodness.
We made it.
They're all gone. We made it.
We're gonna be okay.
I know. But we have
to get going, okay?
But no. We're gonna be okay.
We're still here. Right?
Yeah.
Hey.
Oh, my God.
Mandy, you run when I
tell you to, okay?
No. It can't be.
Hey.
Earl?
Hey, you guys, wait for me.
Earl?
Mandy?
Earl. Is that you?
Thank God.
Thank God it's you.
Well, let's just say
some obligin' fellas
got in the way
of those explosives for me.
Obligin'? What's up
with the accent?
No!
No. No, Mandy. No. No!
No! No, no, Mandy, no! No!
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Shit, the key. Damn it.
This is impossible.
What?
No. This can't be. This...
Oh, God.
Oh, God, thank God...
Ahhhh!
Oh, my God.
Mary Anderson.
Bill. It's so nice to see you.
Now, is that any way
to treat your little sister
after all this time?