[ENGINE TURNS OVER,
CHUGS TO LIFE] [♪♪♪] [♪♪♪] [WIND WHISTLES] [CLOCK RADIO ALARM
BLASTS TUNES] [SLAMS ALARM OFF] [FLOORBOARDS CREAKING] [DOOR CREAKS SHUT] [COUGHING] [WHITE NOISE HISSES ON TV] YOUR FACE
LOOKS LIKE PIZZA. WHISPER. WHISPER? WHY? BECAUSE OF MARCUS? THAT BAG OF SHIT
CAN KISS MY ASS FOR ALL I CARE! SHH! [DOOR BANGS OPEN] HEY, YOU LITTLE FUCKER! [STARTS ENGINE] [TIRES SQUEALING] [ENGINE RUMBLES CLOSE BY] [BRAKES SCREECH] [GLASS BOTTLES ROLL] JAKE... HEY... I DIDN'T MEAN TO CLIP YA. LISTEN... I AIN'T NO QUEER. I NEVER... I DIDN'T SAY THAT. WHERE YOU GOING, HUH? COP HOUSE? NO... GOOD, 'CAUSE NOTHIN' HAPPENED,
YOU UNDERSTAND? NOD AT ME IF YOU UNDERSTAND. [SPITS] NOW, COME ON,
LET'S GET BACK IN THE CAR. [BOTTLE SMASHES,
MARCUS YELLING IN PAIN] YOU LITTLE FUCKER! YOU'D BETTER RUN, JAKE! I'M GONNA MAKE
YOUR FUCKIN' ASS BLEED! [GROANING IN PAIN] [♪♪♪] [DISTANT SIRENS WAIL] I THINK I'LL BE DOWN THERE
IN A DAY OR TWO. YEAH, I KNOW. I KNOW, IT'S BEEN A WHILE. THANKS, NOEL. BYE. BYE. [♪♪♪] [MUSIC BLASTS IN EARBUDS] JAKE. JESUS, YOU SCARED
THE SHIT OUT ME. WELL, MAYBE THAT'S WHY
YOU LOOK SO DAMN SKINNY. COME HERE. [CHUCKLING] WHOA, LOOK AT THIS.
NICE SHINER, BUDDY. YEAH, YOU SHOULD SEE
THE OTHER GUY. [LAUGHS] MY BROTHER,
A LITTLE FUCKIN' SCRAPPER. [CHUCKLING AWKWARDLY] LOOK AT YOU, YOU MUST HAVE GROWN
A FOOT-AND-A-HALF SINCE I SAW YOU. SO, HOW'S THE HOUSE? YEAH, I'VE BEEN
FIXING IT UP REAL GOOD. GOT MY GIRL PAULA
HELPING ME WITH IT. I GUESS THAT MEANS THAT
JILL WHAT'S-HER-FACE IS GONE. YEAH, WELL,
WE CRASHED AND BURNED A COUPLE YEARS AGO. GEE, THAT'S FUNNY, 'CAUSE I REMEMBER
READING SOMETHING ABOUT YOU TWO GETTING ENGAGED. OH, JESUS CHRIST. SHE WAS NICE, BUT, UH... NO, YOU SAW
WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE. SHE WASN'T THAT BAD. [LAUGHING]
OH, COME ON. I WAS TROLLING FOR FLOUNDER
WITH THAT ONE. FUCK. WAS SHE GETTING READY TO SPAWN? [LAUGHS] OH YEAH? MY LITTLE BROTHER'S ALL GROWN UP IF HE KNOWS ABOUT
SPAWNERS, HUH? [GRUNTING AND YELPING] [CAR HONKS A GREETING] [TAKES A DEEP BREATH] [DOG BARKING] THAT'S MY GIRL. AND THIS LITTLE
BALL OF FUR HERE... IS THIS GUY. THIS IS JESSE. HEY, BUDDY,
HOW'S IT GOING? COME ON. JAKE... THIS IS PAULA. NOEL TOLD ME
YOU'RE QUITE THE ARTIST. UH, I DRAW A BIT. MOSTLY COMICS. [CHUCKLES] COME ON, JAKE, LET'S GET YOU INSIDE. BEFORE PAULA ASKS
IF SHE CAN MODEL FOR YOU. MY OLD BEDROOM. YEAH? YUP. SWEET. I LIKE IT. THANKS. HERE, PUT THOSE
IN YOUR BACK POCKET. THIS A KEY TO THE HOUSE? SPARE KEYS
TO THE TRUCK. YEAH, BUT I DON'T HAVE
A LICENCE. [CHUCKLES] YOU'RE A HANSON,
AIN'T YOU? WELCOME TO
THE ISLAND, BUDS. OH, HEY, YOU EAT SALMON? SORTA. NOT MUCH OF A FISH EATER. YOU WILL BE. SEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS. [FOOTSTEPS RECEDE] [♪♪♪] COME ON, JESSE, COME ON. COME ON... JUST LIKE THAT,
BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE. YOU HAD A LITTLE BROTHER
ALL THIS TIME. [CHUCKLING] STILL DO. YOU NEVER CEASE
TO AMAZE ME. I TOLD YOU. WE'VE BEEN OUT OF TOUCH. BEST DAMN THING
THAT BOY COULD HAVE DONE IS COME BACK
TO HIS ROOTS. [FLY BUZZING] [VOICES ECHO] HEY, WE'RE CLOSED! [FLY BUZZING] JAKE... WAKE UP, BRO! [GROANS] IF YOU DON'T GET
OUT OF BED, I'LL TIE YOU
TO THE HOOD, AND THE DEER
WILL GET THE FRONT SEAT. LET'S GO. [♪♪♪] [FLIES BUZZING] HOW FAR ARE WE GOING? UNTIL WE FIND
SOMETHING TO SHOOT. YOU TIRING OUT ON ME? NO, I'M GOOD. [BLACK FLY BUZZING] HE GET YOU? YEAH. I THOUGHT ALL THE BLACK FLIES
WOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. YEAH, WELL, THE LITTLE
FUCKERS SHOULD BE, BUT THERE'S ALWAYS A FEW
WHO ARE TOO MEAN TO DIE. OR MAYBE THEY'RE JUST
STICKING AROUND TO FEED ON YOUR MISERY. I'M HAVING FUN. YEAH, SURE YOU ARE. HEY, YOU SEE
THAT CLEARING UP AHEAD? THAT'S WHERE OUR MOTHER
SHOT HER FIRST DEER. MOM KILLED A DEER? SHE SURE DID. TOM TOOK HER HUNTING
ALL THE TIME. EVEN BOUGHT HER A RIFLE
FOR HER 21st BIRTHDAY. YOU'RE MAKING IT UP. NO, IT'S TRUE,
I SWEAR TO GOD. SO, WHAT HAPPENED? WELL, I'M NOT GONNA
SAY ANOTHER GODDAMN WORD IF YOU'RE GOING
TO DOUBT ME. I WON'T DOUBT YOU. WELL, MOM AND DAD WERE A
LITTLE FURTHER ALONG THE PATH THAN WE ARE NOW. DAD GOES INTO THE BUSHES
TO TAKE A LEAK WHEN A WHITE-TAILED DEER
LEAPS RIGHT OUT ONTO THE PATH. SO SHE RAISES HER
.308 SAVAGE LEVER ACTION, AND SHE TAKES A BEAD-- TAIL, HEAD,
TAIL, HEAD, TAIL, HEAD, TAIL, HEAD, TAIL... [CHUCKLING] YEAH. AND THEN SHE FIRES. DAD MUST'VE PISSED
HIS PANTS WHEN HE HEARD THAT SHOT. AT 120 YARDS AWAY, THE BULLET HITS
JUST BELOW THE TAIL, SMACK-DAB IN ITS ASSHOLE. THE BULLET TRAVELS
IN A STRAIGHT LINE THROUGH ITS HUMP AND DIRECTLY INTO THE BACK
OF THE DEER'S SKULL. IT EXPLODES
LIKE A WATERMELON. THE HEAD EXPLODED? MOM SAID YOU COULD PICK UP
BOTH HALVES OF THE ANTLERS WITH NOTHIN' IN BETWEEN. HOLY... YOU'RE YANKING
MY CHAIN. I GOT THE ANTLERS
TO PROVE IT. [CHUCKLES IN WONDER] HEY, NOEL, HOW COME YOU TOOK DOWN
ALL THE PHOTOGRAPHS? WHAT PHOTOGRAPHS? THE FAMILY PICTURES. I GOT A BOX OF THEM
IN MY ROOM. WE MUST HAVE JUST BEEN
CLEANING HOUSE. HEY, COME HERE. PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES,
COMPLIMENTS OF PAULA. SHE'S A NICE GIRL. YOU THINK SO, HUH? YEAH. THIS PLACE IS A LITTLE
PIECE OF HEAVEN. FEW NEIGHBOURS, LOTS OF SPACE, BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. SURE BEATS LIVING
WITH UNCLE MARCUS. IS HE THE ONE
WHO HIT YOU? YEAH. HE DOESN'T KNOW
YOU'RE HERE, DOES HE? SO YOU JUST
WALKED AWAY? PRETTY MUCH. WHAT ABOUT SCHOOL? SCHOOL AIN'T
GOING ANYWHERE. I CAN GO BACK
WHEN I'M READY. I CAN RESPECT THAT. HERE. HERE, WE'RE GOING TO DO
A LITTLE TARGET PRACTICE. TAKE THAT CAN
DOWN TO THAT STUMP. WHICH ONE? RIGHT DOWN THERE. IS THAT GOOD? PERFECT. NOW, COME HERE. I'VE NEVER
DONE THIS BEFORE. WELL, I'LL
WALK YOU THROUGH IT. LIE DOWN RIGHT HERE, TAKE A BEAD
ON THE CAN. OKAY, NOW,
MAKE SURE IT'S SNUG. THERE YOU GO. HEY, I'M GLAD
YOU CAME OVER. ME TOO. OKAY, NOW, RELAX. [CHUCKLES] MAKE SURE THE HEAD
IS LOCKED DOWN ON THE STOCK. [CHUCKLING]
BREATH NORMAL. [EXHALES] GOOD. NOW, PAUSE... THEN SHOOT. I KNEW IT! IT'S IN YOUR BLOOD! FUCKIN' BULL'S-EYE, BUDS. WHOO! I THINK I BROKE
MY SHOULDER. [LAUGHS] WHOO! WHOO! [LAUGHING] YEAH! WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! COME ON. [TOGETHER, LAUGHING]
WHOO-OOH! YEAH! [CHICKENS CLUCKING,
DOG BARKING] [MOANING AND GASPING] [MAN GASPING
IN PASSION] [BATHWATER SPLASHING] [FLOORBOARDS CREAKING] JAKE? IS THAT YOU? YEAH. GET BACK HERE. [CURSING SOFTLY] I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING, AND I HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD LOOK,
'CAUSE THAT HAD BETTER LAST YA. NOW, GO. [CRASHES, THUMPS
AS HE MOVES QUICKLY] [QUIET CHUCKLE] [COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO] DO YOU WANT
ANOTHER EGG? NO, THANKS, I'M STUFFED. [GIGGLES] UH... WE'LL GET
SOMETHING ON THE ROAD. YOU IN
A RUSH? YEP. COME ON, JAKE,
US HANSONS GOT TO WORK. YOU'RE FORGETTING
SOMETHING. [GASPS AND CHUCKLES] SEE YOU. BYE, PAULA. SHE WAS THE TALK
OF THE LEGION WHEN SHE SHOT THE HEAD
OFF THAT DEER. [CHUCKLES] YOUR OLD MAN, HE WOULD NEVER
ADMIT IT. [LAUGHING] HEY, WHAT WAS HE LIKE? YOU KNOW, MOST FISHERMEN, THEY PUT IN SIX WEEKS, THEY PULL THE POOCH
ON POGIE-- OH, WAIT,
HERE WE GO. YOU GOT IT? BUT NOT HIM. HE WAS A STRAIGHT
BUSINESS MAN, RIGHT TO THE BONE. [GROANING WITH EFFORT]
ONE MORE. OKAY. I GOT IT. OH, YEAH? OH, YEAH,
YOU GOT ALL THIS, HUH? I GOT IT. [WEARILY]
GOD DAMN... [HUFFING WITH EFFORT] LOOK AT THAT. WHOO! THAT'S HOW
WE BREAK 'EM IN. LOOKS LIKE HE GOT
MORE WORK DONE TODAY THAN YOU DID, STEVE. [CHUCKLING] COME ON, JAKE,
LET'S TAKE A LOAD OFF. BEER? [MUMBLING IN AGREEMENT] BEER? YEAH. HEY, YOU SEE STEVE
OVER HERE? WHAT ABOUT HIM? WELL, WHEN I WAS A KID, I USED TO HANG OUT
AT THE MacNEIL FARM 'CAUSE THEY WERE
THE ONLY FAMILY WITH A POOL. NO OFFENSE, KEN. ONE DAY, ME AND STEVE ARE WRESTLING
ON THE FRONT LAWN IN OUR TIGHT
LITTLE BATHING SUITS... YEAH? ...AND UP COMES OLD REX, AND HE GETS REAL EXCITED. REX WAS ONE OF THESE
HUGE NEWFOUNDLAND DOGS, AND HUNG
LIKE A FUCKIN' HORSE. WELL, NEXT THING I KNOW, REX COMES UP-- FUCK OFF. AND HE JUMPS UP
ON STEVE AND HE MOUNTS HIM
FROM BEHIND. [LAUGHING] STEVE IS PINNED
TIGHT. [LAUGHTER] REX STARTS HUMPING AWAY, HIS BIG, RED, WET DICK SLAPPING UP AGAINST
STEVE'S BACK, AND OLD REX IS JUST
PUMPING AWAY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW, AND THEN HE JUST
BLOWS HIS WAD ALL UP STEVE'S BACK. WHOO! [LAUGHING] OH, DAMN, KIDS CAN BE MEAN-- WE TOLD EVERYBODY. AIN'T THAT RIGHT,
DOGGIE BOY. [BARKING AGGRESSIVELY] [LAUGHING] [LAUGHS TURN TO COUGHS] [HACKING AND COUGHING DEEPLY] YEAH, I'M OKAY,
IT'S OKAY. YEAH. [SIGHS] YEAH, NO,
I'M OKAY NOW. OH, GOD,
THAT WAS FUNNY. [LAUGHTER] THAT'S RIGHT. THAT'S WHY SOMETIMES THIS OLD BOY NEEDS TO BE
REMINDED OF WHO'S BOSS. [CHUCKLES] THAT'S OUR DAY, BUD. [SIGHING] OH, MAN. [INHALING DEEPLY] BOYS. KEN. ANYTIME. THANKS, BUD. YEAH. STEVE. MM-MM. FUCK OFF.
FUCK YOU. COME ON. IT WAS NICE
TO MEET YOU GUYS. YOU TOO, BUD. YEAH. JAKE, DON'T
WORK TOO HARD. HE'S A HANSON. HEY, WHAT'S WRONG
WITH KEN? CANCER. THE DOCTOR GAVE HIM
LESS THAN A YEAR TO LIVE. THAT'S NOT VERY LONG. NO, IT AIN'T. WHY DIDN'T YOU COME LIVE IN TOWN
AFTER MOM DIED? I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE. HELL, I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. EVERYTHING I NEED
IS RIGHT HERE. YEAH, BUT... BUT WHAT? WHAT ABOUT ME? LISTEN, I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE KEPT IN TOUCH. I GUESS I THOUGHT
YOU'D BE BETTER OFF NOT HAVING ME AROUND. IT WAS STUPID OF ME TO-- YEAH, THAT WAS. I KNOW, AND I'M SORRY. I'VE MADE MISTAKES, JAKE. NOT STAYING CLOSE, THAT WAS ONE OF THEM. BUT HEY. I'VE GROWN UP,
AND YOU'VE GROWN UP. WHAT MATTERS
IS THAT WE'RE TOGETHER NOW. [ARGUING VIOLENTLY] IT'S A THING CALLED
A RIGHT OF WAY! [PUNCH LANDS,
MAN GROANS IN PAIN] YOU'LL BE FINE,
JUST STAY HERE. HEY, HANK. BOYS... WHO THE FUCK
ARE YOU? JUST A NEIGHBOUR. WELL, NEIGHBOUR,
YOU'D BEST FUCK OFF. [HANK, WEAKLY]:
THEY CUT ME OFF. I DIDN'T SEE 'EM. LISTEN, UH, I'M SURE THIS BIKE
MUST MEAN A LOT TO YOU, BUT CRACKING
POOR HANK'S SKULL HERE AIN'T GONNA FIX IT. [METAL BLADE SCRAPES] WHO SAID I WAS JUST
GONNA CRACK HIS SKULL? HEY, LISTEN, I'M NOT
LOOKING FOR ANY TROUBLE. [ROARING] ARE YOU OKAY? YEAH. COME ON. I THOUGHT
HE WAS GOING TO STAB YOU. [LAUGHS]
HE SURE AS HELL FUCKIN' TRIED. YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY? YEAH. LET'S NOT MENTION THIS
TO PAULA. THEY COULD HAVE KILLED US!
WHAT ABOUT THE COPS? NO, NO, NO.
NO COPS, JAKE. NO, NO, THAT'S A BAD IDEA. IT'S BEST IF WE JUST KEEP
THIS WHOLE THING TO OURSELVES. HEY, BUT WHAT YOU DID
BACK THERE... YOU HAD MY BACK, JAKE. THAT MEANT A LOT TO ME. WHOO! [LAUGHS] [BLASTING MUSIC] [♪♪♪] [GUNSHOT ECHOES, FLY BUZZES] LOOK AT THAT. DAMN NEAR TOOK HIS HEAD
CLEAN OFF. [VOICES ECHO, INDISTINCT] ...BROTHER... ...DOING A GOOD JOB
CARRYIN' OUR SUPPER. [FLY BUZZING] YOU'RE DRUNK. WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? [BULLETS RATTLE IN JAR] [SNIFFS] [INHALING RAPIDLY] [DOG BARKING] [WHIMPERING SOFTLY] [DOG WHINES SADLY] [TOY RATTLES] [CHUCKLES] IT'S FUNNY. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
NOEL HAD A BROTHER UNTIL YOU CALLED. I GUESS NOEL'S NOT ONE
TO TALK ABOUT HIS PAST MUCH. NOEL'S NOT ONE TO TALK ABOUT
HIS PAST AT ALL. OUR FATHER DIED
IN A HUNTING ACCIDENT. MOTHER COMMITTED SUICIDE
SOON AFTER. I GOT LEFT WITH MY UNCLE. I'M SORRY. DO YOU REMEMBER
YOUR MOM AND DAD AT ALL? SOMETIMES I WONDER
HOW WELL I EVEN KNOW NOEL. I ONLY SAW HIM A FEW TIMES
UP UNTIL I WAS 12, AND FOR THE LAST FOUR YEARS
HE JUST SENT POSTCARDS. WELL, SOUNDS LIKE YOU TWO
NEED TO GET REACQUAINTED. HAVE YOU BEEN
DOWN TO THE BASEMENT YET? COME ON. IT'S ABOUT TIME ALL THESE
THINGS WERE HUNG UP. WHAT DO YOU MEAN? CONSIDERING MOST OF THEM
WERE SHOVED INTO BOXES, THEY'RE IN
REAL GOOD SHAPE. YOUR MOM HAD SOME
REAL PRETTY CLOTHES. I FIGURED IT WAS WORTH IT
TO KEEP IT ALL. HOW COME? [GIGGLES] BECAUSE IT'S A PART
OF YOU AND NOEL. AND NOW THAT YOU'RE BACK HERE, MAYBE HE'LL WANT TO
DIG IT ALL UP. WHAT? NOTHING. [LAUGHING]
WHAT? YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MY MOTHER. JAKE, THAT'S A LITTLE WEIRD. SORRY. HERE. A LITTLE TIP WHEN WEARING A TRUCKER HAT, YOU JUST... GOT TO LOCK IT IN PLACE. THANKS. [CAR PULLS UP OUTSIDE] [DOG BARKING] [PAULA WHISPERING]
COME ON, STEVIE. I'M ASKING YOU
TO LEAVE. [STEVE]: DON'T
SPOIL THE MOOD, PAULA. [PAULA]: DAMMIT, STEVE. JAKE'S GONNA SEE. PLEASE. COME ON, YOU LOOK
SO HOT RIGHT NOW. OKAY, FINE. [BARKING] [GRUNTING AND GASPING] [RAIN FALLS LIGHTLY] WHAT'S NOEL DOING UP-ISLAND? YESTERDAY, A COUPLE LOCAL BOYS FOUND SOME GUY
IN THEIR MOONSHINE MILL. SO, WHAT DOES NOEL DO? TAKES CARE OF IT, I GUESS. NOEL AND I HAD A RUN-IN
WITH SOME BIKERS YESTERDAY. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? NOEL DIDN'T WANT TO WORRY YOU. [THUNDER RUMBLES] THAT'S NOEL. ALWAYS GETTING
INTO TROUBLE AND ALWAYS LYING ABOUT IT. HEY, JAKE... YEAH? DON'T PET THE DOG
WHEN IT'S CHEWING. YOU MIGHT LOSE A FINGER. [FOOTSTEPS] [NOEL]: HEY,
HOW WAS YOUR DAY? [PAULA]: FINE. JAKE AND I WENT THROUGH
SOME STUFF IN THE BASEMENT. [JAKE]: IT'S ALL
JUNK ANYWAY. IT NEEDS TO BE
THROWN OUT. HE ASLEEP? [PAULA]: YEAH... [NOEL]: HMM. [CLOSES DOOR] [THUNDER RUMBLES] HEY, NOEL. YEAH. CAN I TAKE THE TRUCK? I WANT TO HEAD INTO TOWN,
MAYBE TRY SOME FISHING. YOU'LL BE MISSING
THE MacNEILS. THEY'RE COMING BY
IN A HALF-HOUR. GUESS IT WOULD BE RUDE
TO MISS THEM. OH, FUCK IT. GO HAVE FUN. HEY, SAY, JAKE... DID, UH, PAULA HAVE
ANY VISITORS YESTERDAY? STEVE STOPPED BY. [OLD COUNTRY PLAYS
ON CAR STEREO] [COUGHING] I TELL YOU I'M DYING. YOU'LL LIVE
FOREVER, KENNY. IT'S 'CAUSE OF
THEM BOILER JOBS. I USED TO COME HOME
EVERY DAY, IT'D TAKE ME
A HALF AN HOUR TO SCRAPE ALL THAT
BLACK SHIT OUT MY NOSE. [LAUGHS
AND COUGHS] THE SAME FUCKIN'
THING HAPPENED WHEN ME AND DAD USED TO WORK
AT THE OLD CREMATORIUM, CHUCKING OUT ALL THOSE
OLD FIRE BRICKS. DO YOU REMEMBER
THAT, DAD? THAT WAS
DISGUSTING. AFTER PULLING
EVERYTHING APART, WE WERE COVERED IN ASH,
HEAD TO TOE FROM ALL THE BURNED BODIES. NO, THAT'S FUCKIN'
BULLSHIT, STEVIE. THAT'S JUST THE ROCK DUST. ALL THE ASHES GET SCRAPED
IN THEM COFFEE TINS. IT'S THE TRUTH, HANSON. IT WAS THE SICKEST FUCKIN' JOB
I'VE EVER HAD TO DO. [CHUCKLES] PASS ME
ANOTHER BEER, TOM. TOM'S DEAD, KEN. DID I JUST CALL YOU TOM? OH, JESUS CHRIST, THE STUPIDEST THINGS
COME OUT OF MY MOUTH. WE NEED TO HAVE A TOAST TO THE MEMORY
OF TOM AND CHRISTINE. NO. NO, WE DO NOT, KEN. IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS
SINCE THAT HORRIBLE DAY. WE NEVER MADE A TOAST
TO YOUR PARENTS. AND WE'RE
PUTTING IT TO REST-- NO, NO, NO,
LET ME DO THIS! TO TOM AND CHRISTINE HANSON. GOD CUT THEIR LIVES SHORT. I KNOW HE HAD
HIS REASONS, SOME HIGHER PURPOSE
WHY HE DID IT. AND NOW
THEY ARE ANGELS IN HEAVEN LOOKING DOWN ON US, AND THEY ARE PROUD
OF THEIR TWO BOYS. THEY WERE THE NICEST, MOST GENUINE PEOPLE
I EVER MET... [VOICE BREAKING]
THE TWO BEST FRIENDS I EVER HAD. TOM AND CHRISTINE! THIS IS FOR YOU! CHEERS! [BOTTLES CLINKING] [LANDS HEAVILY IN CHAIR,
GROANS] [♪♪♪] [KEN]: I GOTTA TAKE A PISS
RIGHT HERE. WHOA, NO, NO, KENNY! WHOA, POPS,
NO, NO, NO. NOT IN HERE. [YELLING IN PROTEST]
NO, NO, NO... I DON'T WANT HIM
PISSING ON MY FLOOR. - AW, JEEZ.
- WHOA, WHOA! [NOEL LAUGHS] NO, NO, NO,
DON'T DO THAT, THAT WAS... JUST TAKE IT EASY ON HIM. THAT FAT TUB OF SHIT
BRINGS IT ON HIMSELF. WHOA, YOU DON'T HAVE TO
CALL HIM A FAT TUB OF SHIT. DON'T CALL HIM THAT... DID KEN USED TO
BREASTFEED YOU, STEVIE? [SMOOCHING, MOCKINGLY] IT'S FUCKIN' UNNATURAL THE WAY YOU TWO
STICK UP FOR EACH OTHER. WELL, HE'S MY DAD. NO SHIT. WELL, WOULDN'T YOU STICK UP
FOR YOUR DAD? MY DADDY'S DEAD. WELL, JUST LAY OFF MINE,
THAT'S ALL. YOU WANT TO HIT ME
WITH THAT, DON'T YOU? WHAT? NO. WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT? 'CAUSE YOU DO. YOU'RE FUCKED. I DON'T WANNA HIT
ANYBODY WITH ANYTHING. HIT ME. I'M NOT GONNA HIT YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS IS--
I GOTTA GO. I THINK IT'S TIME
KENNY AND ME, WE WERE-- NO, NO, STEVIE,
STEVIE, NO, NO. LOOKIT... IT'S JUST, IT'S TIME. LOOK, I'M SORRY.
I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY, HEY... YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE. YOU DON'T
HAVE TO LEAVE. SIT DOWN AND HAVE
ANOTHER BEER. DON'T LEAVE. SIT DOWN
AND HAVE A BEER. [SLURRING INDECISIVELY] SIT DOWN. HAVE A BEER. I'LL GET THE BEER,
AND YOU SIT DOWN. YOU SIT DOWN. [SIGHS] I... SIT DOWN. AND I'LL GET... THE BEER. THERE. THAT'S FOR YOU. THAT'S FOR ME. AND THIS IS FOR ME. I JUST... I HAVE ONE
QUESTION FOR YOU. YEAH. MM... [SIGHS] DID YOU FUCK PAULA? [SIGHS] - NO, I DIDN'T FUCK--
- STEVE? - I DIDN'T--
- LOOK AT ME. - I DIDN'T FUCK--
- LOOK... I GOTTA GO.
THIS IS FUCKIN' STUPID. YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. [BOTTLE CRASHING] [GLASS SMASHING] DID YOU FUCK HIM? WHAT? DID YOU FUCK HIM? NO. HE TRIED TO. YOU MOTHERFUCKING BACKSTABBER! HMM. NO, NO, NO, NO... [SCREAMS] NO, NO, NO... [SLAM] [PAULA SCREAMS IN PANIC] [SHOT BLASTS, ECHOES] [PAULA SOBS IN TERROR] PAULA! GET IN HERE. [GASPING AND CRYING] [KEN MOANING IN PAIN] [GROANING IN PAIN] [NOEL KICKING
IN FRUSTRATION] IT'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT. [CRYING] IT'S GOING
TO BE ALL RIGHT. HE BROKE MY TEETH. [PAULA CRYING]
I KNOW, I KNOW... [KEN SOBBING]
WHY DID HE DO THAT? [PAULA]
I HAVE NO IDEA. I DON'T KNOW-- COME ON, KEN. [SOBBING] NO... IT'S TIME TO GO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO, NO! [SOBBING IN PROTEST]
OH, CHRIST... HE'S A WITNESS. WHAT DID YOU DO
TO STEVE? [KEN SOBBING AND SHOUTING] [GROANING AND SHUDDERING] [NOEL COCKS GUN] [KEN WHIMPERING SOFTLY] I'M SORRY, KEN. [SHOT BLASTS] I CAUGHT A FISH. IT'S BIG. IT'S ACTUALLY
FUCKIN' HUGE. IS EVERYTHING
ALL RIGHT? THAT IDIOT,
UH, STEVE CUT HIMSELF
ON A BROKEN BOTTLE. IS HE OKAY? HE'LL BE FINE. [MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARING] [MOTORCYCLE SLOWS
AND IDLES OUTSIDE] [PAULA BEGINS SOBBING] PAULA, STAY HERE. NOEL! HEY! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY! STAY THE FUCK OFF MY LAND! [ENGINE NOISE FADES
INTO THE DISTANCE] THIS ISLAND IS GETTING
TOO DAMN CROWDED. NOEL. LET'S GO. YOU GO INSIDE, JAKE. NOPE. I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN, CHRIST... GOING ON FOUR YEARS NOW. NO, NO
PHONE CALLS, NOTHIN'. WELL, EVA AND ME,
WE'RE JUST, UH... WE'RE WORRIED, YOU KNOW. HE WAS REAL UPSET
OVER SOMETHING. YEAH, WELL,
JAKE'S A TOUGH KID. I'M SURE HE'LL BE FINE. KNOW WHAT,
TELL YOU WHAT, IF HE SHOWS UP, I'LL HAVE HIM
GIVE YOU A CALL. THANKS, NOEL. I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT. WE JUST WANT
TO GET HIM HOME SAFE. YEAH. YOU AND EVA
TAKE CARE, NOW. ASSHOLE. [CHUCKLES] [SLIDES CHAIR] SO, JAKE,
MAYBE YOU COULD DO A PORTRAIT
OF PAULA HERE, HMM? OF COURSE, SHE'D HAVE TO
SHOW SOME PRIDE. AT LEAST WEAR
HER FUCKIN' MAKE-UP! IS THERE A REASON
WHY YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT? [NOEL LAUGHING] [WINCING IN DELIGHT] OOH, THAT GIRL
HAS LOW SELF-ESTEEM, JAKE. MAYBE SHE'S JUST
UNDER A LOT OF STRESS. SHE DOESN'T HAVE
A FUCKIN' CLUE WHAT REAL STRESS IS. HOW DO YOU THINK WE MET? I DON'T KNOW. THROUGH FRIENDS. THROUGH FRIENDS? [LAUGHS] HE THINKS WE MET
THROUGH FRIENDS! [LAUGHING] NO, IT WAS 8 BALL NIGHT
AT THE TOWN PUMP, JAKE. A JOHN WAS TRYING
TO BREAK HER JAW, SO I BROKE HIS ARM. SHE WAS SELLING HERSELF? YEAH, OLD PAULA DOESN'T HAVE
MUCH IN THE WAY OF TALENT, EXCEPT FOR, UH... [LAUGHS] YOU WANT A BEER? NO, THANKS. OH, SURE YOU DO. [BELCHES] [SIGHS] SO, YOU THINK
ABOUT OUR PARENTS A LOT? A LITTLE, I GUESS. I REMEMBER THINGS. SOME THINGS
I DON'T REMEMBER MUCH... LIKE THE DAY
DAD DIED. YEAH, WELL, I REMEMBER. THAT'S WHY I CAN'T
LOOK AT THEIR FACES. THAT'S WHY I TOOK
ALL THESE PICTURES DOWN. IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT
THEY DIED, NOEL. DAD... WAS MY FAULT. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I PULLED THE TRIGGER. DRINK YOUR BEER. [NOEL GRUNTING WITH EFFORT] [AXE CHOPS WETLY] [SQUELCHING] [BLACK FLY BUZZING] PAULA, I SWEAR TO CHRIST,
OPEN UP THE FUCKING DOOR. [SOBBING] NO... [BANGING AND RATTLING] IT'S MY ROOM, PAULA,
OPEN UP THE DOOR! [CRASHING AND POUNDING] OPEN UP THE DOOR, PAULA. GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED AND GET TO THIS DOOR
RIGHT FUCKING NOW! [MOANING AND SOBBING] LET ME IN THERE! GET OUT OF BED, WOMAN,
AND OPEN THIS DOOR! PAULA! PAULA,
LET ME IN THERE! [DOG WHINING NERVOUSLY] HEY, BOY. HEY... [NOEL SHOUTING
AND BANGING IN RAGE] PAULA! FUCK! [SEETHING] OPEN UP. [KNOCKS GENTLY] HEY, JAKE,
YOU IN THERE? HOW'S EVERYTHING
GOING? FINE. JUST READING. NOW, I KNOW
EVERYTHING'S NOT FINE. ME AND PAULA
HAVE BEEN FIGHTING. ARE YOU BORED? I'M OKAY. NO, COME ON,
GRAB YOUR JACKET. WHERE ARE WE GOING? WE GOT SOME THINGS
WE GOTTA DO. [THUNDER RUMBLING] [NOEL]: YOU KNOW, AFTER TODAY, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
LAY LOW FOR A WHILE. NO PHONE CALLS,
NO ONE LEAVES THE HOUSE. IT'S THESE FUCKIN' BIKERS. THEY'RE UP TO NO GOOD. MAYBE I SHOULD LEAVE. AFTER WE DROP OFF
THE GARBAGE, WE'LL STOP BY
THE FARMER'S MARKET, GRAB SOME BREAKFAST. HOW DOES THAT SOUND? I'M NOT VERY HUNGRY. YOU SURE? CATHY MILLER HAS
THIS GRILL SET UP THERE, THROWS TOGETHER THESE HUGE
EGG AND BACON SANDWICHES. SHE'S GOT BIG TITS. YOU KNOW,
WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE... I USED TO COME UP HERE LOOKING FOR
BRASS SHELL CASINGS FROM MILITIA TARGET PRACTICE. [GRUNTS WITH EFFORT] THEY WOULD SET UP
RIGHT BEHIND THAT BARN. GET IN THERE. TWO CENTS
FOR EVERY SHELL CASING I FOUND. THE SHIT I WOULD DO
FOR BEER MONEY. GOOD. NOW LET'S GO EAT. [BLOWS DUST] [VOICES ECHO DISTANTLY]
JAKE... WALK BACK TO THE TRUCK
RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW. WALK! [PUNCH LANDS] [BLACK FLY BUZZING] [SHOT ECHOES] [GASPS AWAKE] [MOTORCYCLE ENGINE IDLING] [ENGINE RUMBLING] [FIRES SHOT, BIKE DRIVES OFF] I TOLD YOU
TO STAY OFF OF MY LAND! YOU AFRAID OF ME? YOU'RE GONNA BE! OH, WHAT, NOW YOU'RE
RUNNING FROM ME, HUH? [FIRING SHOTS] [TIMIDLY] JAKE? [WHISPERING] JAKE? [DOOR OPENS,
PAULA GASPS IN FRIGHT] WHAT DO THEY
WANT FROM US? PAYBACK, I GUESS. HMM. I SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM
WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE. WHY DIDN'T YOU? I WAS AFRAID
OF WHAT HE WOULD DO. PAULA, WHAT HAPPENED
TO STEVE AND KEN? [MOANS IN GRIEF] [SOBBING] THERE WASN'T
ANY FIGHT. IT WAS LIKE
SLAUGHTERING A DEER. [SHAKING AND CRYING] WHY DID HE DO IT? I DON'T KNOW. BECAUSE OF YOU AND STEVE. YOU SAW. YEAH. DID YOU TELL HIM? WHAT WAS I GONNA SAY? WHAT WAS I GOING
TO TELL MY BROTHER? HUH? I WANT YOU TO KNOW
SOMETHING, JAKE. WHAT HAPPENED
BETWEEN ME AND STEVE ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK. HE WAS BLACKMAILING ME, THREATENING TO TELL NOEL
ABOUT SOME FLING I HAD. NOEL WOULD HAVE KILLED ME
IF HE FOUND OUT. [SOBBING] WHAT IF HE COMES AFTER US? HUH? WHAT IF HE TRIES
TO KILL ME? W-WILL YOU PROTECT ME? WILL YOU? [WHISPERING]
PLEASE PROTECT ME... [DOOR BANGS OPEN DOWNSTAIRS] HUH? [NOEL'S FOOTSTEPS DOWNSTAIRS] [CAR PULLING UP] NOEL. HEY, DAVE. WHAT BRINGS YOU
SNIFFIN' AROUND? OH, YOUR NEIGHBOURS. I HEAR THOSE BIKERS HAVE
BEEN CAUSING SOME TROUBLE. I'VE BEEN GETTING
A LOT OF COMPLAINTS LATELY. YEAH, I BELIEVE IT. LAST FEW DAYS THEY'VE BEEN RIDING
UP AND DOWN MY ROAD. YEAH, PROBABLY JUST LOOKIN'
TO SCARE YOU OFF THE ISLAND, LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE. WANT A BEER? IF THAT'S A BRIBE,
IT HAD BETTER BE A COLD ONE. I HEARD SOMEWHERE THEY GOT
A FOOTBALL FIELD OF WEED, SUPPLIES HALF
THE WEST COAST. I'LL GIVE YOU TWO BEERS
IF YOU SHUT THAT DOWN. DON'T YOU WORRY,
WE WILL. IT'S ONLY
A MATTER OF TIME. CHEERS. [CLINKING BOTTLES] THAT'S GOOD. OH, HEY, YOU SEEN
THE MacNEILS LATELY? NOPE. NOT SINCE A COUPLE WEEKS. I STOPPED BY THE HOUSE
TO CHECK IN ON OLD KENNY, BUT... NO MacNEILS. AH, THEY NEVER STRAY TOO FAR. THEY MENTION ANYTHING
ABOUT ANY TROUBLE? JUST A FEW STARE-DOWNS. YOU KNOW, IF STEVE PUSHES BACK,
HE'S GONNA GET HURT. THESE BOYS,
THEY DON'T FUCK AROUND. YEAH, WELL, THEY CAN TRY AND PUSH ME AROUND
ALL THEY WANT. I AIN'T MOVING. TOO MANY FOND MEMORIES
OF THE ISLAND LIVING. [CHUCKLES] YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS
SIX YEARS OLD, I GOT UP ONE MORNING TO GET A FEW EGGS
FROM THE CHICKEN COOP. NOW, I WALK OVER THERE, THERE'S A HOLE
IN THE CHICKEN WIRE, BLOOD, FEATHERS, AND MY DOG SCRUFFY WITH A DEAD CHICKEN
HANGING OUT OF HER MOUTH. SEE, SCRUFFY HAD KILLED
ABOUT A DOZEN CHICKENS, MANGLED ANOTHER
SEVEN OR EIGHT. WHEN YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD,
IT'S PRETTY TRAUMATIZING, SEEING YOUR DOG TURN INTO THAT, SO I SCREAM
FOR MY OLD LADY. SHE COMES RUNNING
OUT THIS DOOR, SEES WHAT'S HAPPENED, PICKS UP A BOARD, AND LAYS THE BEATS TO SCRUFFY. [WINCING
AND SUCKING HIS TEETH] AND THEN, ME AND HER PICK UP THE REST
OF THE MANGLED CHICKENS, STILL SQUAWKING, AND STUFF THEM
INTO A GARBAGE BAG. NOW, MY MOM HAS
NO IDEA WHAT TO DO 'CAUSE MY DAD ALREADY
LEFT FOR WORK. SO SHE DECIDES TO TIE THIS BAG
OF DYING CHICKENS TO THE MUFFLER OF THE TRUCK SO THE EXHAUST FUMES WILL
PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP AND KILL THEM. ANYWAY, I'M STANDING
BEHIND THE BAG WHEN SHE TURNS ON
THE IGNITION, AND THE BAG STARTS TO FILL UP, 'CAUSE THE FUMES
HAVE NOWHERE TO GO. WELL, I'M WATCHING AS THE BAG
GETS BIGGER, AND BIGGER, AND BIGGER, AND BOOM! EXPLODED IN MY FACE. WHAT THE HELL WAS THE POINT
OF TELLING ME THAT STORY? I THINK...
I THINK I MISSED THAT. JUST ANOTHER FOND MEMORY
OF COUNTRY LIVING. KINDA FUCKED UP, MAN. [CHUCKLING] HE'S GONNA KILL HIM. WHY WOULD HE
DO THAT? HE'S ASKING
TOO MANY QUESTIONS. PAULA, STAY HERE. I'M PRESUMING THAT YOUR DAD
HAD TO PUT THE DOG DOWN? HAD TO. ONCE A DOG
GETS A TASTE FOR BLOOD, IT AIN'T GONNA STOP. SO WE SHOT THE DOG, CUT OFF A FEW HEADS, AND ATE CHICKEN FOR A MONTH. [CHUCKLING TOGETHER] HI, CONSTABLE. HI YOURSELF. WHO ARE YOU? JAKE HANSON. HE'S MY YOUNGER BROTHER. OH. DIDN'T KNOW
YOU HAD ONE. NICE TO MEET YOU. WHAT DO YOU WANT, JAKE? JUST HANGING OUT. CONSTABLE DAVE IS JUST
JOINING ME FOR A BEER. I DIDN'T KNOW
OFFICERS DRANK. YOU'RE RIGHT, I'VE BEEN CORRUPTED ENOUGH. OH, HEY, HAVE YOU SEEN
KEN AND STEVE MacNEIL LATELY? WELL, I KNOW KEN'S SICK. MAYBE HE WENT
TO THE HOSPITAL. YEAH, I THINK I REMEMBER
HEARING HIM SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HAVING TO GO IN. WHAT,
HIS CANCER? YEAH. THAT'S
A DAMN SHAME. ALL RIGHT, WELL,
IF YOU BOYS SEE ANYTHING, YOU BE SURE
AND LET ME KNOW. OH, AND NOEL, DON'T GO STEPPING
ON ANY TOES. YOU KNOW ME, DAVE-- I DON'T DANCE. MM-HMM. NICE TO MEET YOU. BYE, OFFICER. YOU STAY SAFE, DAVE. WILL DO. YOU BOYS TAKE CARE. USE YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD. DID I SAY YOU COULD
COME OUT OF THE HOUSE? NO, BUT... GET BACK IN THERE. [GASPING
IN FRIGHT] JESSE! [RAIN POURING] YOU SEEN JESSE? NOT SINCE LAST NIGHT. [SLAM] JESSE! COME HERE, JESSE! JESSE! [FLIES BUZZING] [GASPS, RETCHING] [FLIES BUZZING] [NOEL GASPING IN SHOCK] [COCKING GUN] FUCK! [ROPE BELL RINGS] [SHOP BELL JINGLES] HEY, SAM. CAN YOU JUST
FILL IT UP FOR ME? SURE. SO, HOW'S, UH... HOW'S BUSINESS BEEN
TREATIN' YOU LATELY? [SCOFFS] LAST FEW MONTHS,
IT'S REAL SLOW. IT'S LIKE A GRAVEYARD
AROUND HERE. HMM. SORRY
TO HEAR THAT. ME TOO. HEY, WHEN WAS
THE LAST TIME YOU SAW
KEN AND STEVE MCNEIL? OH, SHIT... UH, MAYBE
THREE DAYS AGO? OH, YEAH? WHAT WERE THEY UP TO? PICKING UP COUGH CANDIES, UH, PRETZELS. THEY SAY WHERE
THEY WERE HEADED? YEAH, UH... HANSON HOUSE. [GAS PUMP CLICKS OFF] YOU SURE? SURE. I ASK EVERYONE
WHERE THEY'RE HEADED. STEVIE IN
SOME KIND OF TROUBLE? WHAT? NO, NO. NOBODY'S
IN ANY TROUBLE. WHAT DO I OWE YOU? 17 BUCKS. THERE YOU GO. YOU FORGOT TO ASK ME
WHERE I WAS GOING. NO, I DIDN'T. SAY HI TO THE BOYS
FOR ME. WILL DO. [PAULA]:
DO YOU HAVE THE KEYS? WHERE ARE THEY? GIVE THEM TO ME. PAULA, WHERE ARE YOU
GOING TO GO? WHERE ARE YOU GONNA GO? THE ONE FERRY
LEFT THIS MORNING. WE HAVE NO BOAT. HE'S GOING TO
KILL ME, JAKE. HE'S NOT
GOING TO KILL YOU. HE WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING
BY NOW IF HE KNEW. I'LL LEAVE,
WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. GET AWAY FROM ME. PAULA, WAIT.
PAULA, WE GOTTA WAIT. NO. NO. PAULA, LISTEN TO ME, NO! PAULA! [SCREAMING] NOEL, SHE PANICKED-- STAY OUT OF IT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? NOEL! I SAID STAY
OUT OF IT, JAKE! JESSE'S DEAD! THE BIKERS
FUCKING KILLED HIM! I'M SORRY-- DON'T YOU FUCKING
TALK TO ME. JACOB! WE ARE GOING HUNTING. [SCREAMING IN PAIN] IF YOU LEAVE ME,
I WILL KILL YOU. NOEL! [QUIETLY] OKAY... FROM THIS POINT ON,
NOT A FUCKING PEEP. [MAN]: ...GET THOSE ROUNDS
OUT OF THE BACK. WE GOTTA GO... ARE YOU DONE WITH 'ER? YEAH, SHE'S FINISHED. SHE'S ALL YOURS. BRILLIANT. PUT THE GUN DOWN. NOEL... LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING,
LITTLE BROTHER. IN ORDER TO TAKE CONTROL
OF YOUR LIFE, YOU MUST FIRST
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR HOME. THAT'S ALL THIS IS, JUST A BIG CLEAN-UP. YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT. NOW,
WHEN WE'RE DONE HERE TODAY, YOU CAN GO BACK TO HIDING
BEHIND YOUR TOYS AND YOUR FUCKIN' SKETCHES, BUT NOW YOU STAND BY ME. NO. STAND BY YOUR FAMILY. WE'RE GOING HOME. NOEL, THEY'RE
GOING TO SEE US. STAND BY YOUR FAMILY. BE A HANSON. BE A MAN. [GASPING FOR AIR] [EARS RINGING] [KICKING;
JAKE GASPS FOR AIR] [BLACK FLY BUZZING] [BONES CRUNCH, JAKE GASPING] OH, FUCK. [COCKING GUN] YOU HEAR THAT? [FIRING RAPIDLY] WHAT THE FUCK? GO! OVER THERE! [GUNFIRE BLASTING] FUCKIN' MOTHERFUCKER! [MUMBLING IN PAIN] [JAKE COUGHS WEAKLY] I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU. YOU'RE WALKING HOME! [SHOTS BLASTING] KILL THAT FUCKER! [BIKERS SHOUTING ORDERS] [BULLETS RICOCHET] [SHOUTING THREATS] [SHOTS BLAST] [BULLETS RICOCHET] [BIKERS SHOUT TO EACH OTHER] WHERE THE FUCK
IS HE? GODDAMN IT. JESUS... [FOOTSTEPS RETREAT] [FLIES BUZZING] [SHUDDERING, SOBBING IN TERROR] [DOOR SLAMS] PAULA, GET YOUR ASS
DOWN HERE. WE GOT TO TALK. [SHIVERING] I SAID
RIGHT FUCKING NOW! YOU DON'T WANT ME
COMING UP THERE 'CAUSE I'M HAVING
A REAL BAD FUCKING DAY! [SHOTS BLAST
THROUGH FLOORBOARDS] [PAULA SHRIEKS] [SNIFFLES] [SOBBING] [CAR DRIVES UP] DROP IT! [MUTTERS] FUCK. OKAY. NICE AND EASY,
NICE AND EASY. OKAY. ALL RIGHT,
SLOWER, SLOWER. YOU KNOW ME, DAVE. JUST PUT IT
ON THE GROUND. ON THE GROUND. ALL RIGHT, PUT YOUR HANDS
ON YOUR HEAD. [LAUGHING] YOU GOT ME. YOU GOT ME, DAVE. ALL RIGHT, SHUT UP. [HEAVY BLOW THUDS] [MOTORCYCLE ENGINES ROAR
IN THE DISTANCE, NEARING] [SHIVERING] [BANGING AND CLATTERING
DOWNSTAIRS] [HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
CLIMB THE STAIRS] I'M NOT THE ONE
AT FAULT HERE, PAULA. I JUST WANT TO TALK,
BUT YOU DON'T FUCKIN' LISTEN! [ROARING WITH EFFORT] YOU JUST KEEP FUCKING AROUND
BEHIND MY BACK! PAULA, LISTEN TO ME, THERE'S NO ONE LEFT
TO TRUST HERE. [SOBBING] NOT YOU! NOT MY BROTHER! [WOODEN DOOR STRAINS, GROANS] [LAMP SHATTERING] [ROARING] PAULA! [PANTING IN TERROR] [GASPS IN HORROR] [HYPERVENTILATING] [AIR HISSING] IS SOMEBODY OUT THERE, PAULA? [WHIMPERING] HMM? HOW MANY? [COCKS GUN] NO, PLEASE... PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. YOU'D BEST GO HIDE
REAL FUCKIN' QUICK. [GUNSHOTS BLAST DOWNSTAIRS] [SHOUTING AND SHOOTING] [PAULA SHRIEKING] [GUNFIRE BLASTING] [TREMBLING,
BREATHING ERRATICALLY] [CRYING IN PANIC] PLEASE TELL ME HE'S DEAD. I DON'T KNOW. BUT I'M GOING TO FIND HIM. YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE
TOUCHED JESSE. HE NEVER DID NOTHIN' TO YOU! [SLAMMING] [ROARING] NOEL! [COCKING GUN] NO MORE KILLING! THEY SKINNED
MY FUCKING DOG! I SAID
NO MORE KILLING. SO, WHAT ARE YOU
GOING TO DO, JAKE? ARE YOU GOING TO SHOOT ME? YOU GOING TO KILL
YOUR OWN BROTHER? AFTER ALL I DID FOR YOU? YOU DID NOTHING FOR ME! I TOOK THE BLAME! I PROTECTED YOU. [SOBBING] NO, NO... NO... [FIRES] [FIRING] [SHOOTS TWICE MORE] HE WAS GONNA KILL ME AND YOU. YOU KNOW THAT, DON'T YOU? [BLACK FLY BUZZES] WALK BACK TO THE TRUCK
RIGHT FUCKING NOW. WALK! [BLACK FLY BUZZING] [GUNSHOT ECHOES] [FADES LIKE DISTANT THUNDER] [♪♪♪]
