[♪]
[YAWNS QUIETLY]
[♪]
[BIRDS SINGING]
[GRAVEL SPITTING, CAR RUMBLING]
[♪]
[DOG YAPPING]
[♪]
[DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE]
[♪]
[BIRDS CALLING]
[BIRDS SINGING]
[CREEK WATER RUSHING]
SHIT.
[GASPS SHARPLY AS FABRIC RIPS]
[QUIET RUSTLING]
[LOUDER RUSTLING]
[SHOT ECHOES]
[♪]
[FAINT GASPING]
NO.
NO, NO.
NO!
[BREATH SHORTENING]
[WHEEZING]
[QUIET PANIC]: NO...
[♪]
[STUNNED, RAGGED BREATHING]
[♪]
[GAGS AND RETCHES]
[♪]
[STARTS READING]: "DEAR TOOLS--
"BY NOW,
"I GUESS YOU KNOW I'M GONE.
"I COULDN'T TAKE IT NO MORE.
"NOT SO MUCH
MY FOSTER DAD'S DRINKING AND LOSING HIS TEMPER--"
[BRANCHES RUSTLING AS HE FALLS SILENT]
[PANTING]
[AIRPLANE SOARING NEARBY]
[PLANE RECEDES INTO THE DISTANCE]
[BIRDS CALLING IN FOREST]
[SHORT, RAGGED BREATHING]
[SIGHS HEAVILY]
[♪]
[FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING]
[CORPSE THUDS HEAVILY]
[♪]
[PANTING WEARILY]
[♪]
[CROWS CAWING]
[♪]
[BONES CRUNCHING, FLESH TEARING]
[SAW GRINDING BONES]
[♪]
[SPLASHING]
[BLOWING]
[RAIN PATTERING ON ROOF]
[PHONE STARTS RINGING]
[RINGING]
[BEEPS PHONE ON]
[MAN]: GOTTA GET A LAWYER, JOHNNO.
IT AIN'T GONNA GO AWAY BY YOU IGNORING IT.
[GROGGILY]: SIMON?
[MAN CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY]
BOY, YOU BEEN MULE-KICKED IN THE HEAD?
WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK IT IS?
I THOUGHT-- THOUGHT YOU WAS OUT... WEST,
ON A BRIDGE JOB.
AH, THE FUCKIN' BRIDGE IS BUILT, JOHNNO.
I'M SITTING RIGHT HERE.
WHO-- WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO?
WHAT?
MADE YOU THINK I NEED A LAWYER?
JESS.
JESS?
YUP. SHE WAITED ON ME AT PUFFY'S EARLIER.
SAID SHE'D MOVED INTO TOWN WITH NOLAN
AND HIT YOU WITH DIVORCE PAPERS,
AND YOU WON'T GO GET A LAWYER.
AW, SHIT. THAT'S OLD NEWS, SIMON.
WELL, NOT TO ME, IT AIN'T.
I BEEN DRILLIN' STEEL OUT IN MONTANA
THESE THREE MONTHS, REMEMBER?
SAYS SHE'S GONNA GO BACK TO SCHOOL,
BE A TEACHER?
[SIGHS] TEACHER?
YEAH.
KNOW WHAT THE END OF THE WORLD IS, JOHNNO?
WHEN YOUR HEART STOPS BEATIN', PARTNER.
ANYTHING ELSE IS JUST A SETBACK.
[SIGHS]
HOW GOOD YOU'D GET TO KNOW IRA HOLLENBACH?
HOW GOOD WHAT?
WHEN YOU WORKED FOR HIM?
HELL, I ONLY WORKED FOR HIM NEAR A YEAR,
BEFORE HE AND MOLLY GOT KILLED.
KNEW HIM TO BE A DECENT BOSS.
YEAH?
YEAH, BUT LOOK HERE.
GO AND SEE MY LAWYER. DAGGARD PITT.
I DON'T WANT A DIVORCE, SIMON.
I WANT MY FAMILY BACK.
YEAH, WELL, GO AND SEE HIM ANYWAY.
HE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU.
[LINE CLICKS, DIAL TONE HUMS]
[♪]
[DOOR THUMPS]
THOUGHT YOU'D GET AWAY... DID YA, JOHN?
YOU KNOW ME?
[CHUCKLES]
IT'S A SMALL TOWN, JOHN.
DAGGARD PITT.
UH, SIMON BREEDLOVE SAID
YOU'D BE A GOOD ONE FOR ME TO TALK TO 'BOUT THIS.
[ENVELOPE RUSTLES]
[LAUGHS]
COME ON IN, JOHN.
LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'VE GOT.
WELL, THESE WERE SERVED ON YOU OVER 40 DAYS AGO.
THE LAW DOESN'T ALLOW BUT 20 TO ANSWER THEM.
THEY GOT UNDER SOMETHIN'.
THE PROBLEM, THANKFULLY, ISN'T FATAL.
I NEED YOUR HELP.
UH... I AIN'T INTERESTED IN A DIVORCE.
ME AND JESS DON'T SEE EYE-TO-EYE ON THAT.
I'M SO SORRY.
SHE'S GOT THIS IDEA ABOUT THE BOY.
YOUR SON?
NOLAN.
AFTER HE WAS BORN,
SHE STARTED TO SEE THINGS...
-...DIFFERENT. -"DIFFERENT"?
YEAH, ALL OF A SUDDEN, SHE WANTED MORE.
NOW, I'VE ALWAYS PROVIDED.
SHE CAN'T SAY I DON'T PROVIDE.
I-I AIN'T LAZY.
SAYS HERE YOU'VE HAD TROUBLE KEEPING A JOB
EVER SINCE YOUR FATHER LOST HIS FARM?
NO, SIR.
I'VE HAD PLENTY OF JOBS.
PLENTY OF JOBS, JUST NOT FOR LONG.
I EVEN TOOK A JOB AT THAT CREAMERY,
JUST TO GET HER A FEW EXTRA THINGS,
AND WHEN I LOST THAT, SHE-- UH...
I CAN'T STAY COOPED UP INSIDE ALL DAY.
I WAS RAISED TO FARM. IT'S ALL I KNOW.
HOW CAN I HELP YOU, JOHN?
SHE MENTIONED COUNSELIN', ONCE.
I'LL GO NOW,
IF IT'LL BRING HER HOME.
YOU TELL HER LAWYER THAT.
I WAS ACQUAINTED WITH YOUR PARENTS.
I REPRESENTED THE BANK
WHEN THEY FORECLOSED ON AND SOLD THEIR FARM
TO CECIL NOBIE.
I FELT AWFUL ABOUT IT. WE ALL DID.
THE BANK DID WHAT IT COULD
TO KEEP YOUR FATHER AFLOAT,
BUT THE ECONOMY AT THAT TIME,
AND HIM HAVING OVEREXTENDED HIMSELF--
YES.
THEN, OF COURSE... HIM TAKING SICK.
JOHN?
THE QUESTION YOU HAVE TO ASK YOURSELF IS,
WILL YOU BE COMFORTABLE WITH ME?
SIMON SAYS YOU'RE CHEAPER THAN THE REST OF 'EM IN TOWN.
THAT MEAN YOU AIN'T AS GOOD?
WELL-- [LAUGHS]
COMPENSATION TAKES MANY FORMS, JOHN.
MM. MAIN ONE SAYS MONEY.
I HAVE NO WIFE,
NO FAMILY,
ONLY MY CLIENTS
AND THEIR OFTEN-STICKY AND HEARTFELT SITUATIONS.
I'VE KNOWN OUR FRIEND, SIMON,
FOR EXAMPLE, THROUGH THICK AND THIN.
HOW SERIOUS OF SCRAPES YOU GOT HIM OUT OF?
WELL, THAT'S BETWEEN HIM AND ME, JOHN.
JUST AS ANYTHING YOU TELL ME AS YOUR LAWYER
WILL BE BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
[CHAIR CREAKS]
YOU'RE NOT WONDERING
ABOUT MY CRIMINAL DEFENSE EXPERTISE
AS A RESULT OF MORE TROUBLES YOU'VE HAD
UP IN THE CONSERVANCY, ARE YOU?
YOUR, UH...
YOUR POACHING ARRESTS--
IS IT THREE NOW?--
HAVE ALL MADE THE PAPER.
I'M AFRAID ANOTHER ONE'LL CAUSE YOU MORE SERIOUS PROBLEMS
THAN JUST A COUPLE OF WEEKENDS IN JAIL.
THERE ISN'T SOMETHING OF THAT NATURE
THAT MIGHT GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR CUSTODY
OR VISITATION RIGHTS, IS THERE?
NO, SIR. NO, SIR.
[BILLS RUSTLING]
I DON'T WANT A DIVORCE.
[RUSTLING]
I WANT MY FAMILY BACK.
YOU JUST DELAY MATTERS LONG AS YOU CAN.
APPRECIATE YOUR TIME.
THANK YOU.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
[INTRIGUED]: HMPH.
[PILLS RATTLING]
[♪]
[INDISTINCT CAFE CHATTER]
[INDISTINCT EXCHANGE]
YOU LOOK PRETTY.
FRIEND OF YOURS?
JUST SOME GUY LOOKING FOR SOME OTHER GUY.
WHAT OTHER GUY?
NOT A GUY WORTH KNOWING,
CALLED "THE HEN."
YOU'D EVER SEEN HIM, YOU'D KNOW THE NAME FITS.
YOU WANT TO ORDER?
YEAH. I'LL TAKE A CHEESEBURGER PLATE.
[GRUNTS] CUP OF COFFEE.
WHAT KIND OF CHEESE?
YOU KNOW WHAT KIND, BABE.
COLESLAW?
NO. I'LL GET A TOSSED SALAD.
YOU DON'T EAT TOSSED SALAD.
WELL, I THOUGHT I'D GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT.
DOCTOR SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR ME.
MAKE IT A LARGE TOSSED SALAD.
I HIRED A LAWYER, LIKE YOU WANTED.
I TOLD HIM TO TELL YOUR GUY
I'M READY TO GO TO ONE THEM COUNSELORS.
WELL. I THINK YOU OUGHT TO.
I MEAN TOGETHER.
[SIGHING]: OH, JOHN.
I THOUGHT IT WAS YOUR IDEA.
THAT WAS BEFORE WE SEPARATED.
WE DIDN'T SEPARATE. YOU MOVED OUT.
WITH OUR SON. A DAY AFTER I LOST MY JOB.
I KNOW THE TIMING WAS BAD, BUT--
I GOT SOME THINGS AT HOME FOR THE TWO OF YOU.
I'LL BRING THEM BY LATER. HOW'D THAT BE?
WHAT THINGS?
FOOD THINGS AND MONEY.
CAN'T YOU GIVE 'EM TO ME NOW?
I'VE GOT A CLASS UNTIL 8:00.
I'LL COME BY AFTER, THEN.
I'D REALLY RATHER YOU WOULDN'T TONIGHT--
WHY NOT? YOU GOT A DATE?
I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW.
YOU CAN'T TALK 'BOUT IT NOW,
YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT LATER.
WHEN CAN YOU TALK ABOUT IT? [THUMPS COUNTER]
I'M SORRY.
THE HELL YOU SAY. CHRIST ALMIGHTY.
I'LL COME BY AND SEE NOLAN THEN.
HE'S GONNA BE THERE, RIGHT?
IT'S NOT A GOOD TIME.
I NEED TO SEE HIM.
AND YOU.
I GOT SOMETHIN' IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT OUR FUTURE.
JOHN, I...
LOOKIT WHAT YOU DONE MY PANTS!
WHAT ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN PANTS?
THEY LOOK PISSED IN.
WELL-- [SIGHS]
[PUFFY]: WE GOT SOME KIND OF PROBLEM?
WHAT'D I TELL YOU ABOUT COMIN' IN AND RAISIN' SHIT?
DON'T TROUBLE YOURSELF, PUFFY.
WE'RE GOOD OVER HERE. [BILLS RUSTLING]
AIN'T WE GOOD OVER HERE?
YOU GET YOUR PANTS CLEANED.
WE GOT 'ER STRAIGHTENED OUT,
RIGHT, WE GOT IT STRAIGHTENED OUT.
[DINER CHATTER, INDISTINCT]
[WATER SPLASHING]
[♪]
[SNIFFING DEEPLY]
[♪]
[TRAIN ENGINE HORN BLASTS]
[TRAIN RATTLING OVER TRACKS]
[WOMAN MOANING]
[MOANS ESCALATE AS CLIMAXING BEGINS]
DROP THE GODDAMNED BAG.
IS THIS-- IS THIS 1201 BELMONT?
I AIN'T SHITTING YOU, MAN.
OKAY. I THINK I GOT THE WRONG HOUSE.
YEAH. MOST-FUCKIN'-LIKELY.
[WOMAN]: NO. HE DON'T.
THAT'S JOHN.
JOHN?
THE HUSBAND.
I'M JESS'S FRIEND, CARLA.
[PORN STAR MOANING]
FROM PUFFY'S? [CHUCKLES]
I'M BABYSITTIN'.
BABYSITTING?
[WHIP CRACKS IN PORN VIDEO]
SHIT. WHERE'S JESS?
I DIDN'T ASK.
ARE YOU WATCHIN' PORNOS ON THE FUCKIN' TV?
YEAH, WELL, WE GOT A CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT.
YOU GOT A FUCKIN' GUN ON ME.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. I PUT IT AWAY.
[MOANING CONTINUES, NOLAN BEGINS CRYING]
AND YOU'RE FUCKING IN FRONT OF MY KID!
[CARLA]: WELL, HE WAS SLEEPIN'.
TILL YOU WOKE HIM, JOHN.
[NOLAN BAWLING AS PORN STAR MOANS]
[SHUTS VIDEO OFF]
YOU BEST BE GONE, OR DRESSED, WHEN I GET BACK.
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR SORRY ASS NAKED
IN MY WIFE AND KID'S HOUSE.
[NOLAN CONTINUES BAWLING]
HEY. HEY...
HEY! IT'S DADDY!
CAN YOU SAY "DADA"?
[NOLAN KEEPS CRYING]
[SNICKERING]
[GRUMBLING]: OH, SHIT.
IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY.
[BAWLING AS MOBILE MUSIC TINKLES]
BETTER LET ME HAVE HIM, JOHN.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HIM?
OH, HE JUST AIN'T USED TO SEEING YOU IS ALL.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, AIN'T USED TO SEEING ME?
[SOFTLY]: AW, I KNOW, BABY. I KNOW.
WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HIM?
WHAT'D YOU PEOPLE DO TO HIM?
HE'S JUST A LITTLE SCARED IS ALL.
YES, YOU ARE, BABY.
IS THAT RIGHT?
[TINNY MOBILE MUSIC TINKLING]
HEY.
I'M GONNA TELL JESS WHAT I FOUND HERE.
BEST BELIEVE ME THAT.
[♪]
HOW'S THAT?
SAY "BYE-BYE, DADDY."
YOU KNOW, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE
MAKES ME THINK YOU DO REMEMBER ME.
[CANS CRUMPLING]
I'M WONDERING WHY YOU CAN'T FUCK IN YOUR OWN PLACE IS ALL.
SHIT, YOU KNOW HOW IT IS, JOHN.
MY DICK'S A BASSET HOUND.
I'M JUST THE POOR SON OF A BITCH
HOLDING ITS CHAIN.
I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHY YOU'RE STILL HERE NEITHER.
WELL...
NOBODY LIVES HERE'S ASKED ME TO LEAVE.
YEAH, WELL, MOST GUYS WHO MAKE ASSHOLES OF THEMSELVES
DON'T WAIT TO BE.
WELL, HELL, JOHN, THAT WAS NOTHIN'.
I MEAN, YOU SHOULD'VE COME A FEW MINUTES EARLIER,
GOT THE SAME SHOW THE PIZZA MAN DID.
SHOULD I PUT THIS IN THE FRIDGE?
IT FEELS LIKE MAYBE IT NEEDS IT.
YOU MAD AT ME FOR SOME REASON, JOHN?
I DON'T LIKE GUNS BEING PULLED ON ME.
IF A FUCKING LUNATIC MADMAN BREAKS INTO A PLACE,
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? HUH?
I DON'T LIKE 'EM AROUND MY KID, NEITHER.
OH, COME ON, NOW.
A LIFELONG HUNTER LIKE YOU, JOHN?
I DON'T BELIEVE THAT.
SEE, THE TRUTH IS, JOHN, IS I'M LIKE YOU.
I AM, YOU SEE,
A PERSON WHO MAKES GOOD USE OF WHAT HE KILLS
SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY WHAT TIME A YEAR IT IS
OR WHOSE FUCKIN' LAND HE'S ON.
RIGHT?
DOES JESS KNOW YOU'RE HERE?
WHY DON'T YOU ASK HER?
I MIGHT.
YOU DO THAT, JOHN. YOU DO THAT.
AND WHEN YOU GIVE JESS HER LITTLE BAG OF GOODIES,
YOU ASK HER IF SHE KNOWS OLD OBIE,
THAT'S SHORT FOR "OBADIAH," CORNISH.
THAT'S LIKE "THE HEN."
WELL, NO SHIT, JOHN.
YOU KNOW, WE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE ACQUAINTED.
YEAH? HOW'S THAT?
WELL, SEEING'S HOW AS, A NUMBER OF YEARS BACK,
OLD OBIE CORNISH SPENT MANY A DAY
BUSTING HIS ASS FOR PEANUTS,
UP AND AROUND THAT OLD MOUNTAIN YOU'RE ON.
YUP.
BACK IN TOWN NOW, AFTER A LOT OF YEARS,
ONLY TO FIND THAT NOT MUCH HAS CHANGED,
EXCEPT I UNDERSTAND
THAT YOU AND YOURS HAD A STRING OF BAD LUCK.
MONEY MUST BE PRETTY TIGHT FOR YOU THESE DAYS, HUH, JOHN?
[DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE]
I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU FROM A CLUMP OF COW SHIT.
AIN'T YOU GONNA LEAVE THE BAG, JOHN? HUH?
[DOGS BARKING]
[CAR APPROACHES]
DO YOU KNOW ME?
I DON'T THINK SO.
THEN WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
[DOOR CREAKS]
A FACE I AIN'T SEEN BEFORE.
[SCOFFS]
I KNOW THIS PLACE AIN'T UPSCALE ENOUGH
TO HAVE A RENT-A-COP, SO...
YOU MUST BE A CONCERNED CITIZEN.
RIGHT?
WELL, I JUST KNOW PEOPLE WHO LIVE ON IT, IS ALL.
I WONDER IF WE KNOW THE SAME ONES.
WHERE DO THE ONES YOU KNOW LIVE AT?
THEY AIN'T HOME.
NO?
YUP.
WELL, THEN MAYBE NOT.
[ENGINE RUMBLES]
[♪]
[GASPS]
[DOOR THUMPS]
[RAIN SPLASHING]
[PHONE RINGS INSIDE]
SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.
[CALF MOANING]
PRETTY BAD, HUH?
YEAH. RIGHT THERE.
HOLD STILL.
[CALF WHINES]
AH! HEY. HEY!
[GRUNTING]
WELL, I APPRECIATE YOUR TIME, JOHN.
[CALF HUFFING]
[THUMPS DOOR SHUT WITH A BANG]
[CALF BRAYS]
GIT! HYAH!
[CATTLE LOWING]
YOU GOT ANY WORK, JOHN?
[BARREL THUDS]
YEAH. PLENTY.
JUST NOT MUCH OF THE PAYING KIND.
GRADY'S OFF TO COLLEGE COME FALL.
GOT HISSELF SOME SMARTS FROM HIS MOTHER, I GUESS.
YEP.
I'M PROUD AS CAN BE OF THAT BOY,
BUT HE AIN'T NEVER TOOK TO FARMING
ANY MORE THAN THAT ONE HAS.
CAN'T HARDLY BLAME 'EM.
WORLD'S PRETTY EXCITING OUT THERE THESE DAYS.
[COCK CROWS]
AND FOR SURE THERE AIN'T NO MONEY IN DAIRYING.
I AIN'T NEVER HAD USE FOR A FULL-TIME MAN BEFORE,
BUT ONCE GRADY GOES,
IT AIN'T RIGHT THAT HIS MOTHER SHOULD TAKE UP HIS SLACK.
SO... [SIGHS]
SO IF YOU COULD SEE YOUR WAY CLEAR
TO WORKING FOR ME ON YOUR OLD HOME,
I'M OFFERING YOU A JOB, COME FALL.
GOOD JOB. LONG-TERM.
YOU RUN THIS FARM BETTER THAN MY DADDY EVER DID.
THAT'S THE TRUTH OF IT.
HIM LOSING IT IS NO FAULT OF YOURS,
AND I THANK YOU FOR YOUR OFFER,
ONLY I JUST, UH...
[SIGHS]
[CATTLE LOWING]
YOU GOT AN INTEREST IN THAT PIECE OF JUNK
BEFORE IT GOES TO THE DUMP?
I MIGHT. I MIGHT.
WELL...
[HORSE WHINNIES]
[CAR RUMBLING BELOW]
NOW, AIN'T THAT A PERSISTENT SON OF A BITCH?
THAT'S TWICE IN 24 HOURS
IT'S GONE BY TOWARD HOLLENBACH'S.
MAYBE AFTER SIX YEARS,
SOMEBODY'S FINALLY LOOKING TO BUY THAT PLACE.
GOT TO BE FROM OUT THE AREA, THOUGH.
WOULDN'T YA SAY, JOHN?
NOBODY LOCAL'S GONNA BUY THAT PLACE,
KNOWING ITS HISTORY.
BE LIKE WALKIN' ON IRA AND MOLLY'S GRAVES.
YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS, JOHN?
[GRUNTS AGREEABLY] AS MUCH AS I DON'T.
YEAH, SURE. ME TOO.
YEAH, AS NICE A PIECE OF LAND AS IT SITS ON,
I WOULDN'T LIVE IN THAT HOUSE
FOR ALL THE GOLD IN THE WORLD.
HEY, YOU REMEMBER A FOSTER KID, WORKED FOR IRA
A COUPLE SUMMERS BEFORE THEY WAS KILLED?
-CORNISH. -YEAH.
-OBADIAH CORNISH. -YEAH, THAT'S HIM.
CALLED HIMSELF "THE HEN."
-YEAH. -PECKER...
-YEAH. -YEAH.
'CAUSE I USED TO BUY A LOT OF STONE
BACK IN THEM DAYS,
FROM IRA AND, UH, THAT LOONEY-TUNE KID,
AND YOUR BUDDY, SIMON BREEDLOVE,
WOULD HELP ME LOAD IT.
SIMON AND HIM WORKED FOR IRA AT THE SAME TIME?
YUP.
DIDN'T CORNISH GET FIRED
FOR STABBING A GOAT OR SOMETHING?
NO, IT WAS HIS HEIFER,
HE STABBED A HEIFER IN THE HEART.
HE GOT SHIT-CANNED FOR IT.
HEY, NOW I KNOW THAT ONE
IS LIKE A BIG BROTHER TO YOU--
SIMON?
YEAH, AND HE CAN WORK THE TITS OFF A MULE
WHEN HE'S SOBER,
BUT HE GOES ON ONE OF HIS DRINKING JAGS,
THAT'S A DIFFERENT MAN ALTOGETHER.
YEAH, BUT HE CAN TAKE ALL COMERS.
YEAH.
YOU WANNA HOSE OFF BEFORE YOU GO?
NAH. I'LL WASH UP AT MINE.
WELL, I HOPE THE SOMEBODY YOU GOT IN MIND FOR THAT
IS GONNA-- GONNA GET SOME GOOD USE OUT OF IT.
AH, IT'LL NEED A LITTLE WORK FIRST.
WELL, THEN THE RIGHT MAN SALVAGED IT.
YOU'LL GET BACK TO ME, RIGHT, JOHN?
ABOUT THE JOB?
YOU BET.
[STARTS ENGINE]
[♪]
[PHONE STARTS RINGING]
YEAH.
[JESS]: I WANT YOU TO STAY AWAY
FROM THE HOUSE, JOHN.
YOU CAN'T JUST GO AROUND BREAKING THROUGH DOORS--
-[DOG BARKING] -...AND LEAVING RANCID MEAT
IN PEOPLE'S CARS.
JOHN?
[DOG BARKING]
YEAH?
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
WHAT?
DID YOU--
JOHN, FOR GOD'S SAKES,
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT MONEY?
IT'S FOR YOU AND NOLAN.
THERE'S OVER $4,000 THERE.
I DIDN'T TROUBLE COUNTIN' IT.
WHAT'S GOING ON, JOHN?
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
[DOG BARKING]
HEY, YOU REMEMBER THAT FARM?
USED TO TALK ABOUT BUYING THAT FARM.
YOU REMEMBER THAT?
YOU USED TO TALK ABOUT IT.
[BARKING]
I-I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ON NO FARM.
SURE YOU DO.
NO. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ON A FARM.
[SIGHS WEARILY]
I LOVE YOU, BABY.
STOP THAT, JOHN.
[SIGHS]
WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU, ANYWAY?
WHO WAS THAT SKEEZY PIECE OF SHIT
FUCKING NOLAN'S BABYSITTER? ABOUT HAD ME CALLIN'--
[GUNSHOT RINGS OUT, CAR ENGINE STARTS]
JOHN? JOHN?
[BIRDS CALLING]
[♪]
[DOG WHIMPERING WEAKLY]
OKAY...
YOU'RE OKAY.
[PANTING ANXIOUSLY]
[♪]
[ROARS]: I'M RIGHT HERE!
I'M RIGHT HERE!
[♪]
[PHONE RINGS]
YEAH?
[MAN'S VOICE]: DOG GOT IN THE WAY.
WHO IS THIS?
YOU KNOW, RIGHT?
WHAT?
HOW THINGS GET IN THE WAY?
WHAT THINGS?
IF WHAT YOU TOOK
AIN'T BACK BY TOMORROW MORNIN',
AIN'T GONNA BE NO DOG THAT SHOWS UP DEAD NEXT.
I'M GONNA FIND YOU AND I'M GONNA SLIT YOUR THROAT.
YOU HEAR ME?
[MAN SNICKERS]
DO YOU HEAR ME?
[LINE GOES DEAD]
[♪]
[HORN HONKING]
[HONKING CONTINUES]
[HORN KEEPS HONKING]
[MUFFLED EXCITED CHATTER]
HERE HE IS! C'MON, Y'ALL.
YOU TAKING VISITORS, JOHNNO?
THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?
[WOMAN]: OH, YEAH.
[STARTS LAUGHING]: HEY!
-HEY, MAN. -HOW'RE YOU DOIN'?
THAT'S ENOUGH APPLEJACK FOR ME.
SHIT.
YOU REMEMBER BIG COLETTE?
NO, SHE AIN'T FAMILIAR.
NO. COLETTE GANS.
MARRIED TO RALPH GANS.
YOU KNOW, HE GOT THAT SCRAP METAL YARD IN CORTLAND
WE HAULED A COUPLE DEMO WRECKS UP TO
FOUR OR FIVE YEARS AGO.
YOU KNOW HIM.
OH, COME ON.
SHE GOT A STARTER ON HER...
[BOTH LAUGHING]
YEAH, WHY DO YOU THINK WE CALL HER BIG COLETTE?
[LAUGHING]
SOON AS YOU LOOK DOWN THERE,
YOU THINK YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT HALF A MAN.
GOTTA BE CAREFUL.
[SPUTTERING, LAUGHING]
THAT'S HER COUSIN, MINCY.
MINCY?
YEAH. SHE GOT A LION TATTOO
ON THE BACK OF HER HIND PARTS.
[LAUGHING]: HIND PARTS!
YOU BE DOIN' ME A FAVOR,
YOU MAKE THAT SON OF A BITCH ROAR FOR HER.
HUH?
AW, SHIT, I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW.
THINK ON THAT, BRO.
ONE COUSIN'S ALL I CAN HANDLE TONIGHT.
I DON'T KNOW.
COME ON, JOHN.
OLD CO-WORKER OF YOURS PULLED A GUN ON ME
LAST NIGHT.
OLD CO-WORKER OF MINE?
YEAH, AT JESS'S, AFTER I WALKED IN
ON HIM BALLING THE BABYSITTER.
OBADIAH CORNISH? CALLS HIMSELF "THE HEN."
WHAT THE HELL?
LAST I HEARD,
THAT MOTHERFUCKER WAS DOIN' TIME UP IN GREENSVILLE.
WELL, HE AIN'T NOW.
HE GOT A HARD BARK ON HIM.
HE WAS ONE THEM THE POLICE TALKED TO
THAT NIGHT OLD IRA AND MOLLY GOT SLICED UP.
[RADIO CROONING IN THE BACKGROUND]
[SIMON GRUMBLES]
WHERE'S THAT OLD THREE-COLORED
HOUND OF YOURS?
HE'S USUALLY ALL SLOBBERIN' UP ON ME,
TIME I GET HERE.
HE WAS SHOT DEAD A FEW HOURS BEFORE YOU GOT HERE.
SHOT?
BY WHO?
SOMEBODY I DIDN'T SEE.
WELL, SOMEBODY MUST'VE HAD A REASON, JOHN?
NO. I'D GUESS NOT.
WELL, SHIT.
MUST'VE BEEN A REASON.
[CALLS OUT]: WE'RE GETTIN' AWFUL LONELY OVER HERE, BOYS!
DOES HE GOT HIMSELF A DATE?
SIMON...
OH, FUCK. SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING?
SIMON SAID.
[♪]
[LAUGHING]
[CHUCKLING]
OH! GEEZ!
WELL, I'LL LEAD THE WAY.
[RADIO CRACKLING A COUNTRY TUNE]
[♪]
[SIMON AND COLETTE GRUNTING]
AH! OH!
SIMON SAID YOU MIGHT TAKE SOME CONVINCING.
HE TELL YOU I GOT A WIFE?
HE SAID SHE LEFT YOU
AND THAT YOU NEEDED TO GET YOUR MIND OFF IT.
[CHUCKLES]
YEAH? HAH.
FEELS TO ME LIKE YOU ALREADY HAVE.
[♪]
[SKIES RUMBLING]
[RAIN RUSHING]
SHOOT!
WHERE'S MY WATCH?
THE RAIN'LL RUIN IT!
HELP ME FIND IT, PLEASE!
I HAD IT SINCE I WAS FIVE!
THIS IT?
YES! WOO!
[SQUEALS WITH RELIEF]
[THUNDER ROLLING]
[LAUGHTER CARRYING]
SIMON?
[♪]
[PHONE RINGS]
YEAH?
WRONG NUMBER, JOHNNO.
[COLETTE]: I HAD ME THIS BREATHER ONE TIME,
SO I BREATHED RIGHT BACK TO HIM.
I STARTED HUFFIN' AND PUFFIN',
LIKE I WAS ABOUT GONNA BLOW MY NUT.
MISTER PUD-PULLER GETS SO SCARED,
HE HANGS UPON ME!
[MINCY]: COPS'LL TRACE THAT SHIT, IF YOU ASK 'EM.
I WOULDN'T ASK 'EM.
[SIMON]: I WISH YOU TWO HENS WOULD QUIT YOUR CLUCKING.
LIKE TWO BALL-PEEN HAMMERS WITH FEATHERS
BANGIN' IN MY HEAD.
YOU STILL HUNTING WITH THEM DEER SLUGS, JOHNNO?
YEP.
[SARCASTICALLY]: AIN'T THIS FUN?
WOULD YOU GO ON SOMEWHERE?
[COLETTE, HURT]: YOU ASK ME NICE.
-MINCY! -MM?
COME ON. COME ON.
GO ON OUTSIDE AND GET IN THE CADDY.
[COLETTE]: RUDE MEAN OLD GUY.
BYE.
[DOOR SHUTS]
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, JOHNNO.
A WOMAN IS ABOUT THE AWFULLEST TRICK OF NATURE
ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH,
YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT.
I'LL SEEYA.
[CAR STARTS]
[♪]
[CAWING]
[♪]
[HOOVES CLOPPING]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
STEADY, BOY. STEADY.
YOU SCARED US TO DEATH!
I'M SORRY.
I TOOK YOU FOR SOMEBODY ELSE.
WHO'D PUT A FRIGHT LIKE THAT INTO YOU?
STEADY, BOY. STEADY.
SHH, SHH, SHH.
JESUS, JOHN MOON!
MUST'VE DOZED OFF.
IN THE RAIN?
WITH MR. 12-GAUGE?
I THOUGHT I MIGHT SEE A PHEASANT.
OR A DEER?
I'D NEVER TELL ON YOU FOR IT.
YOU GONNA TAKE THAT JOB HE OFFERED YOU?
OH, I AIN'T HAD MUCH TIME TO THINK ON IT.
YOU OUGHT TO.
NOT EVERYBODY GETS A CHANCE TO DO WHAT THEY LOVE
AND GET PAID FOR IT.
[LAUGHS]: SHOVELIN' SHIT AND MILKING COWS?
UH-HUH.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
AND I'M DAUGHTER TO ONE, JUST LIKE YOU.
DADDY HAD TO WORK IN A FACTORY, HE'D DIE.
YES, MA'AM.
IN MY SUMMER SCHOOL ECONOMICS COURSE,
WE'RE STUDYING ON PROFIT-SHARING.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS?
NO, I DON'T,
BUT I BET YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THOUGH, AIN'T YA?
UH, IT-- WELL, IT'S WHEN EMPLOYEES GET TO OWN
A PIECE OF THE COMPANIES THEY WORK AT.
WAS ME, I'D SUGGEST SOMETHING LIKE THAT
TO DADDY.
I-I'D TELL HIM I'D TAKE THAT JOB,
IF PART OF MY PAY COULD GO TOWARD
BUYING A PIECE OF HIS FARM.
YOU WANT ME TO BUY BACK A PIECE OF MY OWN FARM?
[LAUGHS] JOHN MOON.
IF YOU KEEP LOOKING BACK, YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA GET AHEAD.
MAYBE YOU OUGHT TO WORRY ABOUT LOSING YOUR INHERITANCE.
I WON'T NEED ONE,
I'M GONNA BE A MILLIONAIRE BY THE TIME I'M 30.
I GOT A THOUSAND IDEAS HOW TO DO IT,
LIKE MAKING YOU MY DADDY'S PARTNER.
YOU GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT, DON'T YA?
I HAVE FAITH IN YOU.
YOU'RE ONLY GONNA MAKE MY INHERITANCE BIGGER.
YOUR DADDY KNOW
WHAT THEY'RE LEARNIN' YOU IN SCHOOL?
NO. [CHUCKLES]
I APPRECIATE YOU NOT DISCUSSING IT WITH HIM
WHEN YOU GO TO HIM WITH MY OWNERSHIP PROPOSAL.
[LAUGHS]
YOU WILL THINK ABOUT IT, WON'T YOU?
[HORSE SNORTS]
BE CAREFUL BACK IN THEM WOODS.
IT'S SLIPPERY UNDERFOOT.
DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT ME.
I'M AN EXPERIENCED HORSEWOMAN.
[BIRDS CRYING]
[♪]
[PHONE-DISCONNECTED TONE BUZZING]
[♪]
[PLASTIC RUSTLING AS JOHN TEARS TAPE]
[♪]
[WEEPING]
[SNIFFLES]
[PANTING RAGGEDLY]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
[KNOCKING PERSISTS]
JOHN?
WHATCHA DOIN'?
OH...
WELL, I WAS BIRD-HUNTIN'.
IN THE TRAILER?
I JUST GOT BACK.
WELL, I JUST CAME BY TO PICK UP SOME THINGS.
WHAT THINGS?
MY CLOTHES ARE STILL IN MY CLOSET.
WELL, I CAN'T KEEP WEARING THE SAME THING
ALL THE TIME.
WHY NOT?
I THINK YOU LOOK GREAT.
[SIGHS] CAN I COME IN?
RELAX. I'LL GET THEM FOR YOU
SO YOU AIN'T GOT TO SEE HOW THE PLACE HAS GONE TO HELL
SINCE YOU LEFT.
I'LL BET.
GOOD TO SEE YA.
[DOOR THUMPS]
CECIL NOBIE OFFERED ME A FULL-TIME JOB THE OTHER DAY.
SOON AS GRADY GOES OFF TO SCHOOL.
YEAH? WELL, YOU'LL BE TOO PROUD TO TAKE IT, WON'T YOU?
IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?
MM-HMM.
I WAS FIXIN' TO SEE
IF HE'LL AGREE TO LET ME BUY A FEW A HIS HEIFERS
TO START MY OWN HERD WITH.
YEAH?
YEAH.
IT'S CALLED "PROFIT-SHARING."
THAT RIGHT?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?
WELL, I THINK
CECIL'D BE GETTING A HELL OF A BARGAIN
FOR WHATEVER IT COSTS HIM.
I GOTTA GO.
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
[CAR ENGINE ROARING]
[STUMBLES ON GLASS AND GROANS IN PAIN]
[WINCING]
[MEN HOLLERING AS ENGINE ROAR]
[♪]
[READING]: "YER WIFE, YER KID.
"HAND OVER THE MONEY, OR... BANG! BANG!
WHY DON'T YA CALL THE LAW?"
[♪]
[LINE RINGING]
[GROANING AS LINE CONTINUES TO RING]
ARGH!
COME ON, JESS, COME ON, BABY.
[RINGS AGAIN]
[♪]
[DROPS GLASS SHARD]
[♪]
[KNOCKING]
JESS!
[TRIES BOTH HANDLES]
[TRAIN-CROSSING ALERT DINGING]
[TRAIN CLATTERING PAST]
[QUIET DINER CHATTER]
WHERE'S MY FAMILY AT?
I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT.
YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHAT?
I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN' ABOUT NOTHIN'...
ESPECIALLY NOT ABOUT WHERE JESS AND NOLAN'S AT.
WELL, SISTER, YOU'D BETTER GET SMARTER IN A HURRY.
GET OFF, JOHN!
SHE DON'T TALK TO ME NO MORE,
THANKS TO YOU.
WHERE'S HE AT?
WHO?
YOU KNOW YOUR BOYFRIEND
KILLS COWS AND DOGS FOR FUN?
[SHE SCOFFS]
WHAT ARE YOU SMILIN' AT?
YOU KEEP SMILING,
AND I'LL SNAP YOUR FUCKIN' WRIST.
THAT PSYCHO IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND.
I HEAR FROM HIM WHEN HE FEELS LIKE, IS ALL.
YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND HIM,
THOUGH, DON'T YOU?
JOHN, I KNOW HE DON'T LIKE SURPRISES,
AND IF HE'S WANTIN' TO SEE SOMEBODY,
HE'LL FIND THEM.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST
GIVE THE MAN AN ANSWER, CARLA?
I AIN'T GOT THE ONE HE'S WANTING.
MAYBE YOU OUGHT TO TRY A LITTLE HARDER.
I'M OBLIGED TO YOU FOR THE SUPPORT, FAT MAN.
YOU'RE A REAL PRINCE.
YOU KNOW, THERE WAS
A REAL PRETTY YOUNG THING IN HERE
JUST YESTERDAY,
LOOKIN' FOR A JOB.
SHE HAD TWO THINGS THAT YOU DON'T--
A PLEASANT DEMEANOR,
AND TITS THE SIZE OF CANTALOUPES.
TOLD HER TO LEAVE HER NUMBER.
I'LL BET SHE'S JUST HOLDING HER BREATH.
WHERE'S HE AT?
[FORCEFULLY]: WHERE'S HE AT?
HE'S MOVIN' AROUND NIGHTS.
TRY THE BONANZA.
THAT WASN'T SO HARD, WAS IT?
YOU BEST NOT COME AROUND FOR A FEW DAYS, JOHN.
[COUNTER SETTING CRASHES]
IF HE BROKE SOMETHIN', YOU'RE PAYIN' FOR IT.
[CARLA POUNDS THE DOOR]
[CHUCKLES]: HEY-HEY-HEY!
NOT HURRYING AWAY
FROM A BAD PUFFY'S LUNCH SPECIAL
ARE YA, JOHN?
WHAT SAY YOU DETOUR WITH ME
AWAY FROM WHATEVER
YOU'RE RUSHING FROM, OR TO,
BACK TO MY OFFICE,
TO SIGN THOSE PAPERS I TOLD YOU I'D DRAW UP?
NOT NOW.
WAIT. YOU'RE NOT AGREEING TO ANYTHING, REMEMBER?
WE'RE JUST PROTECTING YOUR RIGHTS.
LATER, PITT.
NOT TOO MUCH LATER I HOPE.
SHALL WE SAY THIS AFTERNOON? MAYBE, UH--
[TRUCK STARTS UP]
MAYBE THERE'S ANOTHER MATTER YOU'D LIKE TO DISCUSS?
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
OTHER THAN THE DIVORCE, I MEAN.
WHAT?
WHAT MATTER?
I HOPE I'M NOT STEPPING OVER THE LINE, JOHN.
IT'S JUST I-I KNOW
YOU'VE BEEN UNDER A LOT OF STRESS LATELY, AND...
WELL, I HEAR THINGS.
I'D HATE TO SEE YOUR WHOLE LIFE GET RUINED
FOR A MISTAKE OR TWO.
AND IT'S NOT JUST YOUR LIFE, JOHN.
WHAT'D YOU SAY?
THERE'S A BOY TO THINK ABOUT.
NOLAN.
HE AIN'T IN THIS.
WELL, OF COURSE, HE'S IN IT, JOHN.
HE'S YOUR SON.
MOST PROBLEMS, JOHN, AREN'T AS BAD AS THEY SEEM.
THING IS, YOU GOT TO DEAL WITH 'EM
BEFORE PEOPLE GET BACKED INTO CORNERS.
YOU GOT SOMETHIN' TO SAY, SPIT IT OUT.
[FOOTSTEPS]
THERE'RE SO MANY OVERLAPPING INTERESTS IN A SMALL TOWN, JOHN.
IT'S A SMALL-TOWN LAWYER'S CROSS TO BEAR...
[CHUCKLING LIGHTLY]
THEN, TOO, THERE'S... THERE'S THE LAW.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[DOOR BANGS]
MY ONLY PROBLEM IS GETTING MY FAMILY BACK.
IF YOU CAN'T HELP ME WITH THAT, I AIN'T GOT TIME TO TALK TO YOU.
[ENGINE RUMBLING]
[♪]
[ENGINE RATTLES AND STOPS]
HEY, HEY, MISTER,
CAN YOU GIVE ME A RIDE BACK TO TOWN?
[TV PLAYS QUIETLY]
YOU BELIEVE THEM TITTIES IS REAL?
[CHUCKLES] WELL, THEY AIN'T.
IT'S A MAN, GOT PLASTIC TITS,
PUSSY MADE FROM THE SKIN OFF HIS OWN LEG.
DOCTOR CUT OFF HIS DICK
AND HAD THEM THINGS SEWN ON.
[CHUCKLES] CAN I HELP YA?
A GUY NAMED CORNISH STAYING HERE?
CAN'T SAY.
YOU CAN'T SAY, HUH?
[MUTTERS]: NO.
LONG ARMS AND LEGS?
GANGLY, TATTOOED SON OF A BITCH. YOU SEEN HIM?
OH, MAYBE GOT HIM AN ALIAS.
GUESS HE DON'T WANT TO BE FOUND.
DON'T WANNA BE FOUND, HUH?
WHAT ROOM'S HE IN?
ROOM SEVEN. I'LL CALL, TELL HIM YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY.
I'LL GO ON DOWN THERE MYSELF.
AND I WEREN'T NEVER HERE, NEITHER.
[CHUCKLES AGREEABLY]
[KEYS JANGLING]
YOU'S ONE OF THEM FITCH BOYS, AIN'T YOU?
I AIN'T NO FITCH BOY.
[DOOR BANGS]
[TV SHOW CONTINUES PLAYING]
[CHAIR CREAKS]
[TRUCK RUMBLING PAST]
[KNOCKING LIGHTLY]
[♪]
[VEHICLE PULLS UP AND IDLES OUTSIDE]
[FOOTSTEPS]
[♪]
[KEYS HIT COUNTER]
[♪]
[TV STARTS PLAYING]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]
YEAH?
[MAN]: OPEN UP. ROOM SERVICE.
SHIT.
AW, HEY, MAN.
WHAT YOU BEEN UP TO?
I WENT TO HAWAII. WHAT DO YOU FUCKIN' THINK?
WAITING FOR YOU TO TURN UP WITH THE MONEY.
I BEEN ON THE CASE, MAN.
I BEEN ON IT.
YEAH? YOU BEEN ON IT?
FUCKING-A, MAN.
SHIT'S HAD ME ON THE RUN.
TWO DAYS, I'VE BEEN KEEPING MY GUYS SWEET.
IF YOU DON'T TURN UP WITH THE MONEY,
WE GOTTA DING OURSELVES FOR THE FUCKIN' DRUGS.
YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? YOU GET THAT?
YOU GOTTA TRUST ME. ALRIGHT?
I AM THIS FUCKIN' CLOSE TO GETTIN' THAT MONEY BACK.
IF YOU CAN'T TRUST YOUR CELLMATE,
WHO CAN YOU TRUST?
GODDAMN STRAIGHT.
ASSHOLES ON THE OUTSIDE GOT NO FUCKING IDEA.
[WAYLON GRUNTS AND THUMPS THE CAN DOWN]
IT'S WHEN YOU GET ON THE OUTSIDE,
YOU REALIZE YOU SPEND YOUR TIME WITH THIEVES AND MURDERERS,
AND FUCKIN' LIARS.
[LAUGHS]
YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT.
IT'S LIKE WE'RE ALL
IN ONE OF THEM BIG CLUBS YOU GET IN A COLLEGE.
WHAT-- WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT?
FRATERNITIES, YOU MORON.
YEAH, THAT-THAT-- THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
WHERE'S THE FUCKIN' MONEY AT?
LISTEN, MAN, THIS FUCKIN' WOODCHUCK
THAT LIVES UP BY THE QUARRY HAS G--
DON'T TALK. WHAT'S HIS NAME?
JOHN MOON. I JUST AIN'T SURE
WHERE HE'S HID IT, MAN, BUT-BUT LISTEN,
I'VE GOT SOMEONE REAL CLOSE TO HIS WIFE AND KID
WORKING WITH ME TO FIND OUT. THERE'S NO--
YOU SURE HE'S GOT IT?
YOU SEEN IT?
NO, BUT I KNOW HE'S GOT IT, MAN.
[TV PLAYS QUIETLY]
ALRIGHT. WHERE'S GERM AT?
I DON'T KNOW, MAN.
MAYBE SHE WENT TO HER MOM'S OR SOMETHING.
BULLSHIT! SHE WOULD NEVER RUN AWAY FROM ME.
WHERE IS SHE?
[TV PLAYS]
I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE SHE GOT SCARED OR SOMETHING, MAN. I DON'T--
YOU'RE FUCKIN' LYIN'!
DON'T FUCKIN' LIE TO ME!
WHERE'S MY GIRL?
[BREATH RASPING]
WHERE?
SHE'S DEAD, MAN.
[GASPING, CHOKING]
I FOUND HER IN THAT CONTAINER, MAN.
GOD'S TRUTH.
SHE'S-- SHE'S DEAD?
I DIDN'T WANT TO TELL YOU.
I DIDN'T WANT TO BLOW THE FUCKIN' DEAL, MAN!
I DIDN'T DO IT!
[MUFFLING CRIES]
[BODY THUDS AS SHUTTER BANGS]
[HEN SPUTTERING]
[BLOOD GURGLING]
[GASPS]
[HEN'S BREATH EXPIRES]
[TV PLAYING]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[SILENCE]
[PITT]: YOUR TERRORIZING TACTICS
HAVE PUT ME IN A VERY DELICATE SITUATION.
I THOUGHT WE'D AGREED I'D HANDLE JOHN MOON.
HELLO?
[SLAMS RECEIVER DOWN]
[BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
[TV STILL PLAYING QUIETLY]
[KNOB RATTLES]
[♪]
I'M WONDERIN' IF JOHN MOON'S A DONUT-EATER?
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?
[THUD]
THAT WAS MY LAST CRULL--
I'LL KICK YOUR ASS. WHERE IS SHE?
-JOHN--! -WHERE'S MY SON?
JOHN, I KNOW YOU'RE ANGRY. JUST LET ME TALK T--
[PITT CRIES OUT AS HEAVY SMACK LANDS]
WHERE'S MY WIFE? WHERE IS SHE?
JESS CAME TO SEE ME YESTERDAY!
NEXT THING YOU SAY BETTER BE 'BOUT WHERE SHE'S AT.
-I'LL SNAP YOUR FUCKIN' NECK!
I TOLD HER, AS YOUR ATTORNEY,
I WASN'T ALLOWED TO TALK TO YOU,
BUT SHE INSISTED!
YOU PICK UP THAT PHONE
AND YOU CALL WHO'S GOT MY FAMILY.
YOUR FAMILY?
JOHN, JOHN, I-I...
I THINK YOU'RE CONFUSED.
JESS ASKED ME TO TALK TO YOU.
SHE'S UP ON OXBOW ROAD.
I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY.
SHE'S SCARED, JOHN.
SHE SAID SHE'D TRIED TO UNDERSTAND YOU,
BUT SHE COULDN'T MAKE ANY SENSE
OF WHAT YOU WERE SAYING ABOUT THIS MONEY,
OR WHERE YOU GOT IT,
THAT YOU WERE ACTING
AS IF IT JUST FELL OUT OF THE SKY INTO YOUR LAP.
SHE DOESN'T KNOW
WHAT TERRIBLE THINGS YOU'VE DONE
OR-OR-OR WHAT REPERCUSSIONS IT MIGHT HAVE
ON YOU, OR HER,
OR-OR ESPECIALLY NOLAN.
-YOU THREATENIN' ME? -MM--
DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME.
I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE WORKIN' FOR 'EM.
JOHN, I DON'T KNOW--
[ROARS]: CUT THE SHIT!
HOW'D THEY COME BY THIS MONEY?
HOW'D THEY COME BY IT?
I DIDN'T ASK,
FOR THE SAME REASON I WON'T ASK YOU
WHAT IT IS OR HOW YOU COME BY IT.
IF, LET'S SAY, IT'S ILL-GOTTEN GAINS,
THEN I'D BE LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO TURN IT OVER TO THE LAW.
THAT, I THINK,
IS SOMETHING ALL PARTIES WOULD LIKE TO AVOID, YES?
CALL WAYLON.
WAYLON?
[COCKING HAMMER] WAYLON, YEAH. CALL HIM.
OH, JESUS!
ONE WHO'S WORKING WITH CORNISH.
I THINK WE OUGHT TO TALK TO OBADIAH.
WE AIN'T GONNA BE ABLE TO TALK TO OBADIAH. HE'S DEAD.
NOW YOU CALL THIS WAYLON,
AND YOU TELL HIM YOU GOT THE MONEY HE'S OWED.
WHERE'S HE AT?
J-JOHN, I... I-I-- DON'T KNOW WHO YOU--
I DON'T KNOW NO WAYLON!
[♪]
[UNCOCKS GUN]
[♪]
[FAINT CONVERSATION CARRIES]
[FOOTSTEPS]
[♪]
[PISTOL CLIP CLACKS]
[♪]
[PIG SNORTING]
[ANIMALS GRUNTING AND SNORTING]
[HENS CLUCKING]
[♪]
[THUDDING]
[DISHES CRASHING]
[MUTTERING DRUNKENLY]
WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' HERE, JOHNNO?
[HAMMER CLICKS]
SON OF A BITCH, JOHNNO.
YOU GOT A GUN ON ME.
YEAH, HOW 'BOUT THAT?
I THINK I'LL JUST GO BACK TO SLEEP.
TRIED TO WAKE UP, BUT NO WAY.
LOOK AT THESE, SIMON.
WHY'S YOUR NAME ON THIS?
FOUND THAT IN OBIE'S HOTEL ROOM.
[QUIET, ANXIOUS BREATHING]
DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW
YOU WAS GOIN' THROUGH MY SHIT THE OTHER NIGHT.
WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT, JOHN?
I WAS THERE, SIMON.
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTING] OKAY.
SET DOWN, JOHNNO. I'M GONNA GET YOU A DRINK.
YOU'RE GONNA GET ME A DRINK?
MAYBE A COUPLE GIRLS, TOO.
YOU SERVE ME UP?
I WASN'T GONNA LET 'EM HURT YOU, JOHNNO.
TALK TO ME, SIMON.
DID YOU SHOOT MIKE?
I DON'T SHOOT DOGS, NOW.
[ROARS]: GO ON! GET OUTTA HERE!
-[HENS CLUCKING] -GO ON, GET OUTTA HERE. GET!
[CLUCKING PERSISTS]
FUCKIN'...
YOU SERVE UP MY WIFE AND KID, TOO?
LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT THIS, JOHNNO.
YEAH. LET'S TALK ABOUT IT.
LET'S TALK ABOUT IT.
[TV SNOW CRACKLING]
[SHOT BLASTS]
[KNICKKNACKS TOPPLING]
-LET'S TALK ABOUT IT. -ALRIGHT.
GETTIN' MY SHIT THROUGH TO YOU RIGHT NOW?
YOU TELL ME.
TALK TO ME, SIMON.
YOU'D BE DOIN' ME A FAVOR, JOHNNO.
[RELIEVED SIGH]
YOU KNOW WHAT A BIG OL' PILE OF CASH
WOULD DO TO A POOR MAN, DON'T YA, JOHNNO?
YOU BEEN DRINKING?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
LIKE A RICH MAN.
[SIGHS WEARILY]
THERE YOU GO.
[EXHALES TENSELY]
I WAS UP AT THE BONANZA
TWO DAYS AGO WITH BIG COLETTE,
HIDING OUT FROM HER OLD MAN,
WHEN HE MOVED ALL MY LIVESTOCK IN HERE.
THE SON OF A BITCH.
AND DAMNED IF I DON'T RUN INTO THAT HEN SHIT-FOR-BRAINS.
STILL GOT HIS CONVICT TAN
AND SURPRISED AS HELL TO SEE ME.
HE GIVE ME SOME OLD COCKAMAMIE BULLSHIT SONG-AND-DANCE
ABOUT HE WAS GONNA LOOK ME UP
SOON'S AS HE GOT HIS HANDS ON THAT STASH,
AND SWEARIN' UP AND DOWN THAT SOMEBODY SNATCHED IT
FROM WHERE HE DUG IT UP AFTER IT WERE BURIED,
AND GOT A GOOD MIND IS WAS YOU, JOHNNO.
[GULPING]
[BOTTLE RATTLES AND TOPPLES]
[EXHALES SHAKILY]
THOUGHT OF THAT CASH GOT TO BE LIKE A CANCER IN MY GUT.
I KNOWN YOU 20 YEARS.
THIS AIN'T YOU.
IRA AND MOLLY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GONE THAT NIGHT.
AT A FIREMAN'S DANCE OR SOME SHIT.
[GRUMBLING SIGH]
I RAN INTO OBADIAH AT THE PINK LILY OVER IN RABURN.
NOW, THAT HAD TO BE 'BOUT THREE, FOUR YEARS
AFTER IRA SHIT-CANNED HIM,
AND HE CLAIMED HE'D BEEN HOLDING ON
TO IRA'S SAFE COMBINATION ALL THAT LONG WHILE,
AND ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS JUST WALK RIGHT IN
AND OPEN IT.
[SIGHS]
I FIGURE, THERE'S A SAFE IN IT AT ALL,
ALL THAT'S GONNA BE IN THERE'S
THE TWO WEEKS' WAGES IRA SHORTED ME.
[DISTANT TRAIN ENGINE HORN BELLOWS]
[SIGHS]
[SLURRING INTENSELY]: I TELL YOU, GOD'S HONEST TRUTH,
JOHNNO, THE DRUNKER I GET,
THE MORE REASONABLE
THE MOST UN-FUCKIN'-REASONABLE THINGS SEEM TO ME.
[SNIFFS]
[WHIMPERS SADLY]
WE WALK IN THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR,
WHISTLIN',
EXCEPT THAT HEN CAN'T CRACK IT
WITH THE NUMBER HE GOT WRIT DOWN.
SO HE SAYS "FUCK IT,"
HE IS GONNA RUN UPSTAIRS
AND GRAB SOME OF MOLLY'S JEWELS, MAKE THE TRIP WORTHWHILE,
AND I AIN'T REAL HAPPY ABOUT HIM RANSACKING THE PLACE,
SO I STAYS RIGHT DOWNSTAIRS,
GO OVER TO THE FRIDGE THERE AND GRABS ME A BEER,
SAT DOWN AND WATCHED SOME TV.
15 MINUTES DON'T PASS
AND HERE COME OBADIAH DOWN, COVERED IN BLOOD,
TALKIN' 'BOUT HOW IRA'D STRAIGHTENED HIM OUT
ON THEM NUMBERS,
AND I RUNNED UPSTAIRS,
AND MOLLY'S DEAD, THANK GOD...
[SNIFFS]
...BUT IRA'S STILL BREATHING,
BLEEDIN' LIKE JESUS STUCK ON THE CROSS,
AND STARING AT ME WITH A LOOK
THAT'LL FOLLOW ME INTO THE GROUND.
[SIGHS SOFTLY]
[SHUFFLES IN SEAT]
I FINISHED HIM OFF...
JUST LIKE I WOULD A WOUNDED DEER.
IRA TREATED YOU DECENT.
MOLLY TOO.
[GROANS] OOF.
OLD IRA WEREN'T BULLSHITTIN' ALL THEM YEARS
ABOUT BEING A RICH MAN NEITHER...
BUT THAT MUCH YOU KNOW, HUH, JOHNNO?
HEN SAID IT BEST WE SPLIT UP,
HIM TAKING THE CASH BACK THROUGH THE CONSERVANCY,
AND ME WINDING DOWN THROUGH THE HOLLOW,
TO WHERE MY CAR WAS AT.
I RECKON HE'D PLANNED ALL ALONG
TO STASH WHATEVER WE TOOK TILL HE GOT OUT.
NOW HE'S OUT.
DON'T TAKE THAT LITTLE PENCIL-DICK CORNISH
JUST FOR BLUSTER, JOHNNO.
WELL, HE'S DEAD NOW.
GOT HIS THROAT SLIT.
SHOULD NOT'VE DONE THAT, JOHNNO.
EVEN IF HE DID HAVE IT COMIN' HIS WAY.
I DIDN'T DO IT. YOUR FRIEND DID.
I DON'T GOT NO FRIENDS, JOHNNO.
EXCEPT YOU.
[GULPS]
WELL, YOU GOT A QUEER WAY OF SHOWIN' IT.
I WASN'T GONNA LET HIM HURT YOU, JOHNNO.
WASN'T GONNA LET 'IM HURT YOU.
IT'S JUST THE MONEY THEY WANT.
WHAT'D YOU TAKE THAT MONEY FOR, JOHNNO?
YOU STUPID BASTARD.
WHAT'D YOU TAKE THAT MONEY FOR--
[CRASHES]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[GRUNTS] NO.
ONE BULLET'LL TAKE YOUR HEAD CLEAN OFF, JOHNNO.
LET IT GO.
[REMOVES SHELLS]
RELAX, MAN.
[GUNSHOT ECHOES]
[DOG BARKING]
[SPRINGS CREAK]
[GASPS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CLOPPING]
[HORSE SNORTS]
HEY.
JOHN MOON.
WHAT YOU DOIN' HERE, DARLING?
I BROUGHT YOU SOME HOMEMADE BREAD--
OH!
...AND FIXINGS FOR A FEW MEALS.
I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU THE FIRST ONE MYSELF.
ARE YA? I'M LUCKY.
WHAT YOU GOT THERE?
ITALIAN HOAGIES, MY SPECIALITY.
OH, YOUR SPECIALITY, HUH?
MAMA'S WORRIED, ME TOO, JOHN,
YOU'RE UP HERE FADING AWAY TO NOTHING.
AW, ME, I'M ALL RIGHT.
YOU DON'T EXACTLY LOOK ALL RIGHT.
YOU DON'T SMELL THAT WAY EITHER.
YEAH, WELL, I WAS CHOPPING WOOD UP THE HILL.
I BUSHWACKED DOWN
TO GET SOME CLEAN PLUGS FOR MY TRUCK.
GO JUMP IN THE SHOWER, JOHN MOON,
WHILE I FIX YOU A NICE LUNCH.
GO ON!
MAKE ME JUST ONE.
THEN I WANT YOU TO GET ON HOME, YOU HEAR ME?
[BIRDS CHIRPING AS DOOR BANGS SHUT]
[GREASE SIZZLING]
HEY, ABBIE.
DARLIN'?
[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]
I'LL DO IT.
TAKES A LITTLE WORK...
FINDING ROOM FOR IT, WITH ALL THAT'S IN THERE.
I'LL DO IT.
JOHN, ARE YOU OKAY?
YEAH. I'M JUST...
I'M TIRED.
REAL TIRED.
[CLATTERING AGAINST WALLS]
IT'S THE WIND, JOHN, AGAINST THE SHUTTERS.
[WIND GUSTS, SHUTTERS BANG]
YEAH.
YEAH, I KNOW.
WE GONNA EAT?
LET'S GET YOU FED.
[OPENS FREEZER, PUTS PACK IN]
WAS ON THE NEWS THIS MORNING,
ABOUT A MURDER IN TOWN YESTERDAY,
UP AT THE OAKS.
POLICE AREN'T SAYING WHO,
ONLY THAT IT'S A FELLA WITH A LONG RECORD
AND ROOTS IN THE AREA.
THEY SEE ANYBODY IN PARTICULAR?
MM, A WOMAN WHO WAS STAYING IN THE ROOM
TWO DOWN FROM THE DEAD GUY,
AND A MAN A MAID SAW WITH HER
NOT LONG BEFORE THE BODY WAS DISCOVERED.
[HORSE WHINNIES] -WHAT IS TROUBLING YOU, DIABLO?
JEALOUS, MUST BE.
[LAUGHS]
I SURE HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION
WITH WHOEVER SHE WAS KEPT YOU OUT SO LATE.
WEREN'T NOBODY BUT ME KEPT ME OUT.
[SHE LAUGHS]
HANDSOME...
GENTLE, BUT STRONG,
WITH A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR?
ALL YOU NEED TO BE A WOMAN'S PERFECT CATCH,
JOHN MOON, IS A SECURE JOB.
[MUSIC FILTERING FROM INSIDE]
YOU LEAVE A RADIO ON INSIDE?
YEAH. GUESS I MUST'VE.
I'LL GO TURN IT OFF.
YOU GO ON HOME.
WHAT? WHY?
YOUR FOLKS'LL BE WONDERING.
MY FOLKS AREN'T HOME, NO ONE IS.
PLUS, I'M NOT DONE EATING.
YOU GO ON HOME LIKE I TOLD YOU TO.
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE, JOHN MOON.
[♪]
[HAMMER CLICKS]
[♪]
[SHUTS MUSIC OFF]
[FLOORBOARDS CREAK]
[♪]
[ABBIE STARTS SHRIEKING]
[♪]
[WHIMPERING]
PLEASE DON'T HURT HER.
JUST LET HER GO.
I'LL GIVE YOU THE--
I'LL GIVE YOU THE MONEY.
THROW YOUR GUN DOWN HERE.
NOW!
THROW IT DOWN!
[PISTOL HITS GROUND]
PULL YOUR KNIFE OUT.
[TOSSES KNIFE]
NOW GO GET THAT ROPE AND TIE HER UP.
GET THE ROPE!
LET'S GO!
TIE HER HANDS UP.
TIE HER FUCKIN' HANDS UP, WILL YA?
FUCKIN' TIE, I SAID. TIE TIGHT.
[ABBIE WHIMPERS SOFTLY]
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
I TOOK HER FOR A DEER.
A DEER? RIGHT.
[ABBIE WHIMPERS]
NOW GET HER FEET. TIE HER FEET UP.
WHERE IS SHE?
I BURIED HER, UP IN THE WOODS.
I CAN TAKE YOU THERE RIGHT NOW.
NO WAY. CORPSES GIVE ME THE CREEPS.
IF I COULD DO ANYTHING
TO TAKE IT BACK, I WOULD.
DID YOU FUCK HER?
I FOUND A LETTER ON HER.
SAID SHE LOVED YOU.
SAID YOU WAS GONNA TAKE HER TO HAWAII.
YOU READ MY INGRID'S MAIL?
JESUS.
YOU TAKE ME FOR A FUCKIN' IDIOT?
ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT. WHERE'S MY MONEY?
IT'S UP THE HILL, UP YONDER.
I COULD TAKE YOU THERE RIGHT NOW.
JUST LEAVE HER BE,
AND YOU AND I'LL GO UP THERE TOGETH--
NO, NO, THAT AIN'T HOW IT'S GONNA PLAY OUT.
SEE, YOU'RE GONNA GO FETCH MY MONEY,
AND I'M GONNA STAY HERE WITH-- WHAT'S HER NAME?
ABBIE.
YEAH. ABBIE.
AND I'M GONNA GET REAL WELL ACQUAINTED,
JUST LIKE YOU DID WITH MY INGRID.
JUST LEAVE HER BE,
AND YOU AND I'LL GO UP THERE RIGHT NOW.
-WHERE'S YOUR TRUCK? -LET'S YOU AND ME--
WHERE'S YOUR TRUCK?
IT'S UP THERE. IT'S UP-- IT'S HALFWAY UP.
-GOT A WEAPON IN IT?
I AIN'T GOT NO GUNS. YOU TOOK ALL MY GUNS, MAN.
-YOU SWEAR IT? -I SWEAR.
YOU SWEAR ON YOUR LIFE?
I SWEAR ON MY LIFE.
WELL...
NOW, YOU SEE, I WANT TO TRUST YOU, JOHN,
BUT YOU KILLED MY GIRLFRIEND.
I'M GONNA FIND THAT HARD. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?
NOW I NEED ME SOME INSURANCE.
YEAH.
-JOHN, PUT YOUR HAND OUT. -YOU DON'T NEED TO, TRUST ME.
PUT YOUR HAND ON THE TABLE NOW.
[♪]
ASS-BACKWARDS,
YOU COW-DUMB SON OF A BITCH.
YOUR GUN HAND.
THINK I'M FUCKIN' STUPID?
YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS. I WAS TALKIN' ABOUT--
OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
PUT YOUR FUCKIN' HAND ON THE TABLE NOW!
SICK OF THE SOUND OF YOU.
NOW, BITE DOWN, REAL TIGHT.
[WHIMPERS ANXIOUSLY]
[♪]
[BONES SNAPPING]
[HUFFING INTENSELY]
SEE, NOW I TRUST YOU, JOHN.
[JOHN MOANING]
NOW GO GET MY MONEY.
[GROANING]
AW, JESUS.
[GRUNTING AND GASPING]
ALRIGHT, GO INSIDE,
GET YOURSELF A BAND-AID OR SOMETHING.
GO ON.
YOUR BOYFRIEND AIN'T MADE OF MUCH.
[ABBIE WHIMPERING]
IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT.
YOU'RE A PRETTY LITTLE THING.
[SOBS]
[JOHN GASPING]
[GASPING INTENSELY]
[♪]
[WHIMPERING WITH RESOLVE]
[♪]
[TAKES A STEADYING BREATH]
[♪]
YOU MIGHT WANNA HURRY ON BACK
AND GET YOURSELF A PIECE.
[♪]
[CRIES OUT]: JOHN!
JOHN! [SOBBING]
[♪]
[GASPS AND GROANS]
[WAYLON]: GIVE ME A HOLLER, JOHN!
WHERE YOU AT?
CHECK IN WITH ME.
I'M AT THE TRUCK!
YOU GOT THE MONEY?
[PANTING]
I GOTTA DIG IT OUT FIRST!
TAKE A FEW MINUTES.
[ABBIE CRIES OUT, SOBBING]
[♪]
[ABBIE CONTINUES SOBBING BELOW]
I'M COMIN' AS FAST I CAN!
[♪]
[WAYLON]: DON'T DIE ON ME OUT THERE.
[WHEEZING]
[ABBIE CRIES OUT AND SOBS IN THE DISTANCE]
[ABBIE CRYING OUT]
HURRY UP, JOHN!
[GASPING IN AGONY]
[♪]
[ABBIE SCREAMS]
[SHOT FIRES]
ABBIE!
ABBIE?
[♪]
[ENGINE FIRES THEN SPUTTERS DEAD]
[STARTER FALTERS]
[ENGINE RUMBLES]
ABBIE!
[WHEEZING INTENSELY]
EASY, DARLIN'.
HE AIN'T GONNA HURT YOU NO MORE.
I PROMISE.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
IT'S OVER.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
UP YOU GO. UP YOU GO.
[WHIMPERS]
WHOA. EASY.
[♪]
GO CALL THE SHERIFF.
JOHN, YOU NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL.
I'M FINE. GO ON, NOW.
YOU HAVE TO HAVE THAT LOOKED AT.
ALRIGHT.
I'M ALL FINE.
I GOT SOMETHING I GOTTA GO DO FIRST.
GO ON, NOW.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE.
I'M OKAY. I'M OKAY.
[TRUCK IDLING]
[♪]
SON OF A BITCH WEREN'T EVEN...
WEREN'T GONNA TAKE YOU TO HAWAII.
THAT'S WHO YOU DIED FOR.
[GRUNTING INTENSELY]
[INGRID THUDS]
[CRIES OUT]
[♪]
[SHOVEL STRIKING EARTH AND ROCK]
[WHEEZING]
GOTTA DIG IT DEEP ENOUGH SO NOBODY...
[WHEEZES WEAKLY] ...DIGS YOU BACK UP.
[GASPING WEAKLY AND WHEEZING]
[PANICKY, WEAK GASPING]
[♪]
[CHUCKLES BITTERLY]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING DESPERATELY]
[♪]
[CHUCKLES, TOUCHED]
[♪]
THAT'S FROM YOUR DADDY.
[NOLAN COOS]
YEAH!
[HUFFING WITH INTENSITY]
[GASPING]
[COUGHS]
[GASPS WEAKLY]
[♪]
[BREATHING WEAKLY]
[♪]