*you decide to go on a boat ride at Honey Island Swamp in New Orleans. You pay the tour guide, Shawn, $40, a bit of a rip off. You sit down at the boat, where the others are. Ben, an awkward college student who just got dumped. Marcus, Ben's friend, a sarcastic kinda rude guy. Jim and Shannon Permatteo, an elderly couple. Misty, a kind of stupid adult film actress. Shawn, the young con artist tour guide. And Marybeth, a shy, silent, defiant, foul mouthed girl going to the swamp to get her father and brother, who she doesn't know were murdered by Victor Crowley. After a few hours, you reach the middle of the swamp. Shawn: Telling a story about Victor Crowley at the fake house Victor Crowley, hatchet face! Legend is that, uh, he was a deformed man whose own father went nuts and whacked him in the face with a hatchet one night. All by account that he was so ugly or..." looks at card Shawn: "something... anyway, he died. As so, the story goes that if you're ever near the old Crowley house late at night, you can still hear ol' Victor Crowley crying for his daddy..." lowering his voice Shawn: "daaaaaaaaddyyy..." gasp Shawn: "Y'all hear that?" Gulps and lowers his voice again Shawn: "Daaaaaaaaaaddyyy..." gasp Shawn: "I heard it again!" Marybeth: "That ain't the story." Shawn: "Well, that's the gist of it, anyway." Marybeth: "That's not even the house." Shawn: "Christ! Will you just let me do my job?" shouts angrily in Chinese; stops, seeing he just went out of character and goes back to his Southern voice Shawn: "Y'all try the crawfish yet?"