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Hello?

Who's this?

Do you speak English?
Habla ingles?

Habla ingles?

Yeah, I'll wait.

Hello?

Yeah, I know her.

But it's been...

Shit.

How did she die?

No, she didn't
have a kid.

Why are you
telling me this?

Wait, wait, you
sure it's mine?

Look, I get that but...

Isn't there anyone
else you can call?

Where in Mexico?

Okay.

Okay,
I'll call you back.

What's up with you?
- I get the shakes.

That happens if
you go cold Turkey.

Haven't tried for a while.

How do you know this guy?
- A, he's all right.

Been working for Big Dave.

I ain't never seen you before.

I ain't been around long.

How much you
want for the shit?

Whatever's fair.

You hear about Randall?

What?
- Fat Shirley's Randall?

No, Randal from up the road.
Old fucking wheelchair Randall.

Shit, yeah.
How's old boy doing?

He dead.

Get the fuck out of here.

You say this is good shit?

Let's see if
the lady can dance.

I'll put five
minutes on the clock.

C'mon, tell me, man.
How he dead?

Well he won the scratchers,
ten grand. - No kidding.

Yeah well you know
his wife? - Nah.

Fucking hot. I mean
hot for Randall at least.

Work down there
at the soap factory.

Man, ain't never any body seen her
so much in love with the motherfucker.

She been cooking for
him, and cleaning for him,

sucking on his old
cripple dick from time to time.

Now the only problem is,
old Randall started getting real sick.

Puking over the
side of his wheelchair.

His fucking skin's turning
yellow, his hair's falling out.

The genius he is, thinks it's
the booze, so he goes on the wagon.

But that shit ain't helping.

Old Randall check
himself into the hospital.

Two days later, the
motherfucker's dead.

Doctors say they found him
filled to the gills with industrial lye.

Holy shit!

Turns out his old lady been
sneaking it into his food a little at a time.

Stealing it from
the soap factory.

Angling on taking
Randall's scratcher money.

Bitches, all of 'em.

Hey, you got
three minutes left.

The fuck kind of crank you
trying to push on us, hombre?

Some advil and
baby laxatives shit?

That's a solid cook...
- Solid cook? Fucking bullshit.

How'd you see
this thing playing out?

You sit the fuck down!

I'm getting big Dave
down here right fucking now!

Shit!

Hey it's Warren.
I'm driving.

I can be at the
border by Thursday.

Look, I don't know exactly
where I'm going. I need an address.

I'll call back.

We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.

Please check the
number and dial again.

We're sorry, your call
cannot be completed as dialed.

Please check the
number and dial again.

This is Warren, again.
Look I'm close to the border.

In some motel somewhere in the middle
of nowhere. I need to know where I'm going.

So until you call me
back, this is as far as I go.

Staying or passing through.
- Just passing through.

Bedford Flats?

Yeah, founded by
the Bedford corporation.

Hunting town, used to chase buffalo
out on the salt flats till they ran out of steam.

Something they picked
up from the Indians.

Hunters, huh?
- Not for a long time.

You're done, Bob.

Want me to
get the sheriff again?

Now finish up
and get on out of here.

Everyone's sick of your shit.

Hey bud!

Didn't catch your name.

Warren.
- Steve.

So are you staying or passing
through? - Just passing through.

Wanted to give you my number.
- O man, it's cool thing.

C'mon man, this isn't some gay pick up
thing. I just collect lost causes. That's all.

Thanks.

Sticking around for the festival?

That's what these are?

Yeah.

Yeah, the kids make them.
They're great, huh? - Sure.

All right, well call me
anytime, bud. Day or night, okay?

Look, you called me.

I'm ready to head across the
border, I want to help the kid.

But you got to tell me
where to go. Call me back.

While you're travelling
America's highways

you may want a sheduled
stop in a little place called Bedford Flats.

Bedford Flats is
a community that cares

and a community that hunts.

That's right,

we share our desert home with some of
the most diverse wildlife in the United States.

Including bison, duck,
and white tailed deer.

Yes, from the birds in the
sky to the fish in our waters,

everything is fair game.

And thanks to the
fishing game act of 1895

it's open season
all year round,

driving our little
town's bustling economy.

And of course, the annual
Bedford Flats hunting festival

is truly an affair for
the whole family to enjoy.

It's the way
we've always done it,

and the way we'll always
do it in out little town.

Tradition, without it we're nothing.

The truck's just down the road.
Wallet's in the glove compartment.

I'm not supposed to...

I'll come right back.

Scouts honor.

Hallo? - It's Warren,
from the meeting.

Hey bud, about time
you called. - I need help.

I am so glad
you reached out.

Yeah... I'm ready to
make a you know, change.

Of being sick and tired, bud.

We'll get you up
and running in no time.

So have you ever
served in the military?

Yeah in basic training.

I mean just a few months,
but didn't really work out.

Can I ask what happened?

I stole a helicopter.

You can fly a helicopter?

Well like I said,
it didn't really work out.

So do you exercise?
Do you work out?

Like in the gym and shit?

No.

When Steve was in his
disease, he didn't get off the couch.

Say you mind if
I hit the head?

Just down the hall to
the left. - Yeah, thank you.

Staying or passing through?

Just meeting a friend.

You didn't mention
you had a kid. - I don't.

There's a bedroom.

Christopher... was
supposed to be his name.

Sorry?

And she got so
excited when the doctor

told her she was gonna have a
boy, that she decorated the room.

Decided he was
gonna be a baseball player.

And one night I was high, i
pushed her down, she lost the baby.

But I got
a second chance.

You ever gone
cold Turkey before?

Most people don't
die from drinking.

They die from
quitting drinking, bud.

That's a fact.

It starts with the shakes,
at least it did for me.

And then your vision goes.

Motor skills, thought process,
seizures. Peaks at twenty-four hours.

Well I appreciate
the encouragement.

Sorry.

Sorry.

You shouldn't go through
other people's mess accounts.

But if there's one thing you can
count on is that junkies will be junkies.

Hey bud.

Damn hombre.

You fucked up
real proper this time.

Soon as these cuffs
come off, you're fucking dead.

I shouldn't be here!

I shouldn't be here!

Let me out!

Well, glad you
boys could make it.

Warren, right?

This motherfucker stole my merch.
My beef's with him. - Not my problem, friend.

All right, all right, now
you boys shut the hell up.

Man fuck y'all! You hear
me you crazy old prick?

Fuck you!

That's my grandson, junior.

Dumb as a bucket of nails,

but he sure can lay
down an ass whooping.

Hello Bedford Flats!

How we feeling tonight?!

We've gathered
here once again to

remember where we came from
before the great herds died off

and men of low moral
character overran our gates.

Men like the five
we have here tonight.

Bad men.

In their own way, they are
all a burden on our community.

Never forget that we
are a town of hunters.

Great herds may be long gone,

but we know who we are.

Tradition! Without it, we're nothing.

So we're going to play a game.

It's not a game so we
might forget our troubles,

but so we might
remember our past.

The rules are simple.

You run, we hunt you.

We catch you, we kill you.

That's pretty much the extent of it.

Welcome to the hunt!

Please sheriff, please!
I promise I won't drink anymore.

I told you to put down the bottle,
I gave you chances. - I won't. I won't!

I promise not to drink anymore.
- Lay down with dogs, you get up with fleas.

Look at me!
I'm not going to make it!

No one does! - Bob! Bob! Look at your
poor folks. Look what you've done to them.

People are sick of your shit!

All right, all right.

I'd like to introduce
you to this year's hunters.

First up, know him, love him,
probably buy your beer from him.

Here for his twelfth consecutive
year, my main man, Don Lincoln!

Next up, I've known
these three hell raisers

since before they could crawl.

And they were as
mean then as they are now,

the Wakowskis!

And finally,
a real success story,

and one of the
nicest guys around.

Steve Patterson, hunting
with his lovely wife, Cheryl.

All right now let's
cut these boys loose.

Get the fuck
out of my way!

Get out of my way!

Seeing as the only one of you
who's familiar with this whole situation,

running like a bat out of hell,

may I suggest you follow suit.

Somebody get me a drink!

Need to have a
sporting chance, bud.

There's a light at the end of the
tunnel. I found it, and you can too.

All right!
- Woo!

Come on!

It's probably horse tranquilizers
and LSD but what the fuck, right?

Slow it down.

We got a head start.

Now we should run.

Stop! Stop!

I know what to do.
Just hold on, I know what to do.

Looks like first blood
goes to Wakowski's.

Why they doing this?
- It's just what we do man.

It's like, like always. It brings
the community together, you know?

No I don't fucking know.
- Oh look man, it's once a year.

It's not like an
every day thing!

There's four of us.
We have to split up, better odds.

I'll see you on
the other side of this,

I'm still gonna kill you.

Well cross that
bridge when we get to it.

Yeah, we will.

Stop!

Run.

Over here!
I got one!

Got one!
I got one! See!

Kill confirmed. - Looks like
Don snuck in under the wire.

He's... he's... he's all yours!

Guys, I...
caught him for you!

Stop, stop!
I caught him for you.

He's... he's all yours!

Get a picture.

No man, take it long ways. - Who
gives a shit?! - It looks stupid tall ways.

Take it long ways, it
looks fucking cinematic!

That's two.

Don, you motherfucker!

Love you, honey.

Love you more.

Cheryl!

Two of 'em
made it off the flats.

Well, folks, you
know what that means.

Looks like we're in overtime.

Might want to check
on Steve and the wife.

Copy that, Big Don.

I'm heading out.

So what happens if
you go cold Turkey?

When's the last time
they off'd one of ours?

Ninety-eight, I guess.
Burton Mills.

Only son of a bitch that
ever hunted with his bare hands.

It was a bad idea, I told
him. - Shit everybody did,

stubborn old bastard.

That was Steve's year.

Get in the car, boy!

What the fuck, dude?!

Psst.

Where are we?

That's the edge of the flats,

which puts us about here.

Now what?

Straight through the border.

Mexico? - Last I checked, there was
a whole town of freaks back that way.

You'll fucking shoot them, right?
- There's one bullet here.

Listen, Mexico
it's our best bet.

That gonna be okay?

Guess we'll find out.

Dope sick or what?

Booze... mostly.

You take this.

One bullet, don't be a dipshit.

Fuck yeah!

Hello Bedford Flats
this is your sheriff.

I'm not gonna
give you a bum steer.

We had some ups and
downs out there today.

Our boy,
Bob didn't make it out.

It was the
best thing for him.

Condolences to his folks.

As most of you know, Cheryl
Patterson has been pronounced dead.

Steve's getting the medical
attention that he needs.

We'll have him
back on his feet soon.

But keep him in
your thoughts.

He'll need us more than
ever when he comes to.

But I can assure you,

that the men responsible for
these vicious acts will not go free.

These men are
weak and poorly made.

It's only a matter of time before
Don and the Wakowski's catch up to them.

And when they do,
it will be painful.

That's a promise.

So keep your chins up,
Bedford Flats.

It's hunts like these
that brings us all together.

Love you, honey.
- Love you more.

Cheryl!

Bring them back to me!

Bring them back to me!

There's a radio!

It's not doing anything.

What is that?

Etanol.

Just leave me the
fuck alone, Barney!

Steve, you're not well.

Come on, just
leave me the fuck alone.

Steve?
Steve?!

We get to Mexico,
what then?

Gotta be honest,
as far as Mexico goes.

It's a lateral move
for me, might fit right in.

What do I do? - Get to Juarez,
find a consulate. Hope they deport you.

El Paso to outpost, anyone copy?

This is El Paso,
anyone copy? - Copy.

Saw the grid light up.

Who am I talking to?
You with parks?

No.

Dude, tell him! Tell him!
Tell him! - Stop, would you believe us?

We're backpackers.
- You're way off the trail.

How'd that shit happen? - Look,
my friend here is injured. Broken leg.

Can you get air transport in
here asap? He's in a pretty bad way.

Gonna be hell
on your insurance.

We'll manage.

Only problem.

Can't put down where
you're at. No landing area.

Okay, where ya thinking?
- I got idea.

There's a radio
beacon a couple ranges back.

That's way your way out.

Go to the window.

I need you to get
eyes on it. - Hang on.

I don't see it!
- You boys looking?

Yeah, we're looking.

Good. Now I got
a question for you.

Yeah, what's that?

You wanna see the
insides of this kid's head?

Reach down, get the
man with the yellow shirt.

God has saved you.

You will go to hell if you
don't do what you're told.

Why are you
people doing this?

Shit dude, if you gotta ask, you
ain't never gonna understa... understand.

What?
- This is Frank.

Shit, Frank, it's the
middle of the damn night.

Sheriff,
I'm aware of that.

But we've got what I
think you'd call a... situation.

Steve, you dumb
son of a bitch.

Cerveza?

Bad men back there.

There is bad men everywhere.

Not like this.

Just leave it alone.

Good morning, Bedford Flats.

I wish you I could
start your day off right.

But once again I
bring you bitter news.

As some of you may
have already heard,

the body of Barney Erickson
was found early this morning.

The cause of his death,
still under investigation.

This marks two of our own,

that have been brutality taken
from us in the last twenty-four hours.

I will not rest until those
responsible are brought to justice.

Keep your chins up,
Bedford Flats.

Grandpa, can I ask
you a question? - What?

Do other towns...
do this?

When I was your age,
maybe a little younger,

I took a trip to
Dallas with the old man.

First time in the city.

Saw a homeless gal
laying on the sidewalk out cold.

I asked a cop if we
should try and help her.

Well he looked at me
like I was some kind of idiot.

You see, in the city,
they let their problems die,

slow right in
front of everybody.

Here, we take our problems out behind
the woodshed and put 'em down proper.

You're too young
to remember, but...

This hunt can
help people.

You take Steve. He was
raising all kinds of hell.

Drinking and drugging.

Then that business
with the baby.

Well, folks got fed up.

When I saw him
stumbling across the flats,

I thought,
this guy is dead meat.

But he showed us. Beat in
Burton Mills' head with a rock.

Figured we'd seen
the last of Steve.

Then a month later,

he shows up walking
down main street.

But you could
see it in his eyes.

He was a changed man.

Yeah, well, Chris Nelson said we
do this because hunting people is fun.

Well, I suppose
there's that too. - Yeah.

When are you
gonna let me hunt?

Not for a while yet.

Well, looks like you're going
cold Turkey after all, hombre.

You know, you got
a lot of nerve, man.

I'm practically the
only friend you got left.

Most people, they
don't die from drinking.

They die from quitting, bud.

That's a fact.

It starts with the
shakes, at least it did for me.

And then your vision goes.

Motor skills, thought
process, seizures.

Peaks at twenty-four hours.

Oh, shit.

You're gonna wanna
bite down on something, boy.

Come on, man. You can
do it. I got faith in you, man.

I got all the faith in the world
in you, you sorry motherfucker.

They'd gnaw their
own leg off to survive, but...

You ain't got
the rocks, do you?

So we both
know how this ends.

You'll be damned if some burnout
desert psycho put you lights out for good.

No way, Jose.
Not you.

But where we're
going, you and me,

people get it.

They get us.

Do me a favor.

Get fucked.

Hello Bedford Flats.
This is your sheriff.

It's been a tough
few days out here.

I know this year
hasn't been the most fun,

but we're gonna bring
Steve back safe and sound.

The man's been through hell.

Keep your chins Bedford Flats.

Grandpa,
when we find Steve,

we're gonna kill 'em, right?

Well that depends on Steve.

When I'm hunting,
I'm gonna kill everyone.

We got a dead
man back in town.

You got a lotta dead men, boss.
- You know what I'm talking about!

You got his gun in your belt. - What?
This one? - Don't you fucking move!

Stay back. You're in
no condition to hunt.

Time to call the game.

Just shoot him, grandpa.
Just shoot him! - Shut the fuck up!

Now this Warren,
he's just one man.

And you don't
know where he is.

But I know where he's
gonna be! - Give it up, Steven.

How do you think i hid
from you crazy fuckers

for a whole fucking month
back in ninety-eight, huh?!

How?! Cause I know!
I know where he's gonna be!

Grandpa, I got him!
- Shut the hell up!

Now how you
holding for road flares?

Eat shit, motherfucker!

Corn fed motherfucker!

That's why you never hunted.

You never could
fucking shoot!

I thought you were
a changed man, Steven.

Sheriff?
Sheriff, are you there?

Sheriff?

Sheriff, this is Frank.
Do you copy?

Hey Frank, is that you?

Steve?
- No.

This... this is sheriff speaking.

Steve, where are you?

What's happening?

Put the sheriff on.

Okay, okay, okay. Okay.

Okay, let's get serious now.

This is the sheriff here, and
I just want to say to all you

faggots in Bedford Flats,
have a real happy hunt.

You son of a bitch.

Okay.

No more fucking around.

I think that we should change up the
hunt. I know you guys are all stuck on this

deliverance hillbilly
buffalo hunting bullshit.

I think we should do a
more all-American sport.

I think we should
get rid of this shit

and do some baseball.
Good ol' American baseball.

What do you think, sheriff?

Wait...

Hey bud.

Where you going?

Come on, have a drink.

Run!

Ruuuun!

Ruuuun!

That hurts, doesn't it?

You know what?
You're a real fun guy.

We should hang
out more often.

Say cheese!

I told them it's the end of
the tunnel, didn't I motherfucker?

The last time I was down
here, I was the one being hunted.

The place looks
great, doesn't it?

Drink up, bud.

Cigarette?

Cheers, bud.

Tequila.
This gringo is wasted.

Tequila.

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