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- Yo! - Watch out!

- Fuck.

- You think she's dead? - I don't know.

Hey guys, she's got a gun.

- Car's loaded with guns. - Yeah, hunting rifles.

We're on a hunting trip, she's got a pistol

tucked in the back of her pants.

Normal people don't do that. Oh, God.

- Doesn't look like she's breathing.

- Shit. Is she alive?

- She's been shot.

We definitely need to call the cops.

- We need to think about what we're gonna say.

We say the truth. - That we hit her

with our big fucking truck?

- She stumbled in the middle of the road.

We didn't do anything wrong.

- Cops aren't gonna buy that, man.

- That's why I told you to leave her alone.

- I don't care. I'm calling the police.

- Put the phone away, Paul.

- What is it?

- Come see.

We gotta think about what we're gonna do here.

- You think it's stolen?

- I don't think she was headed to the bank

to make a deposit.

- Guys, we're standing in the middle of the road

with a dead body and a duffle bag full of money.

Anybody could drive by any minute now

and whatever we're gonna do, let's just do it now.

- This doesn't change anything. We need to call the police.

- No, this changes everything.

- Are we absolutely sure she's dead?

- She's dead, brother.

- So what are you saying?

- All right, think about this before you say no.

We're going in the woods anyways, right?

Can put her in the back of the truck,

give her a proper burial,

and then we'll split the money between us.

- Are you outta your fucking mind?

- I said, think about it, Paul.

There has to be over a million dollars in here.

That's like 250,000 a piece.

You're 35 years old running a failed auto garage.

You telling me you can't use money?

- I'm telling you that there's a, a dead girl

on the side of the road and we need to call the police.

- Police aren't gonna bring her back to life, Paul.

- Jesus. Okay.

Let's ignore the dead body for a second, okay?

We don't know where this money came from.

Besides, we're just, we're not the type of people

who go to the fucking forest and bury a body.

We have families.

- It's over a million dollars, bro?

- We don't know how much money's in the bag.

- Fine, fine. We don't know how much money's in here.

But we've never seen money like this in our lives.

It, it makes no sense to call the cops.

They're just gonna put it in an evidence locker somewhere

or steal it themselves. - What if whoever shot her

decides they want the money back?

- That's why we have to bury the body.

If she's underground, then they can't track her to us.

But if we call the cops, they could file a report.

And we can't risk that.

If we wanna keep this money,

we need to get rid of that body.

- Somebody's gotta do it. Might as well be us.

- Thank you. That's what I'm saying.

- Can you talk some sense into these two, please?

- I've been drinking, Paul. Okay?

I'm not drunk, but, but I can't swear

I'm within the legal limit. I've already got two DUI's, man.

Look, I don't want a divorce and I don't wanna go to jail.

- Then it's settled. - Any one of us could say

we were driving, it doesn't have to be Travis.

- But it was Travis.

You wanna say we were driving and risk

an involuntary manslaughter charge?

You got a wife and daughter to think about.

See, I'm not gonna do it.

I got my girl and the two boys.

And Leonard's got Jared.

Let's have a vote. - No, we're not voting

on anything, I'm calling the police.

- You're not making unilateral decisions here.

- What the fuck, man? - We're in this together.

We're gonna decide together.

Let's have a fucking vote.

Okay, man.

- Now.

- Losing your cool is not gonna help anybody.

Keep it together.

- How you fellas doing? - Could be better.

Having some engine trouble.

- Let's get your hands outta your pockets, clear the road.

What you doing out here? - Supposed to be in

a hunting trip.

- Hunting for what? - Deer.

- You happen to see a young lady walking along

the side of the road, dark hair, about your height?

She'd have been carrying a duffle bag.

- No sir.

- I figured not. It'd be too easy.

So, what seems to be the trouble with your brand new truck?

- She kind of just sputtered out

and we haven't had a chance to look yet.

- Well, did you run outta gas?

- Uh, I know you think us city folk are dumb,

but we're not that bad. - Oh, you'd be surprised

what I seen out here.

This one fella tried to poach himself a bear,

hung bait all around his camp,

thing chewed his face off.

- Yeah, we, we got plenty in the tank.

- Why don't you pop the latch?

I'll take a look underneath the hood.

- Really, you don't have to. - Oh, I'd be happy to.

My dad and I used to work on cars when I was a boy.

We built a 1966 Buick Skylark.

If we're being honest, I miss it.

- Yo, Paul and I fix cars for a living.

We got this covered.

- Sure.

I'd like to take a quick look. Go on and pop the latch.

- Joe, Joe, put the fucking gun down!

- I dare you to pull that fucking service weapon.

- You can't shoot a cop, John.

- Why don't you listen to your friends here?

This don't need to get no worse than it already is.

- Everybody shut the fuck up. I'm handling this.

How do we know this guy's a real cop?

- Come on, John. Just put the gun down.

- We got a dead body wrapped in a tarp, Travis,

and a duffle bag full of fucking money in the car.

You think anyone's gonna believe that what happened here

was an accident?

Sorry, man.

You drove into the wrong situation at the wrong time.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Drop your weapon! - You drop yours.

- Yo, put the gun down, John! - Shut the fuck up, Travis!

I'm handling this. - Drop your fucking weapon!

I'm not gonna say it again! - No, you're done.

- What the fuck did you do?

- It needed to be done.

Hey, the way I see it, right?

We have a car over there that implicates

the lady in the cop's murder.

You know, he was shot with her gun.

So we go through with our original plan,

put her in the fucking truck, bury her,

put the cop in the trunk of the police car,

drive it off the road into the woods.

Somebody will find it sooner or later, but that won't matter

'cause they'll think they know who did it

and it won't be us, all right?

Someone has to erase the dash cam footage.

Once we do that, go to the cabin,

count the fucking money and relax.

Hey, this changes the way you guys look at me,

then so be it.

We could spend the rest of our lives and never talk again.

I'm not walking away from that money.

- He's right.

I don't like it, but he's right.

It's too late to back out now.

Let's just do it and get it over with.

- Okay. So what are we supposed to do now?

- Do what we came to do.

Bury the body, go fucking hunt.

- I'll gonna grab the rest of the shit from the truck.

- Gonna say it again!

- Hey, can I borrow your phone?

- Thanks. I'll bring it right back.

- Hey, hey, Trav. Is, is everything okay?

I've been trying to call Paul all morning,

but he's not answering. - Since when do you

call Travis Trav? - Paul?

- Yeah. - Hey, are you okay?

I keep calling you and you're not answering.

- I'm fine. I'm just tired, I guess.

I just wanted to check on you and Amber.

- We're fine.

We're just hanging out watching a movie.

Ah, do you wanna talk to her?

- Yeah. - Oh, okay, hold on.

Baby, someone's on the phone for you.

- Hi, Daddy. - Hey, sweetie, how you doing?

- I'm good. Me and Mommy are watching a movie, eating pizza.

- That sounds like fun. - It is.

- Have you called Connie? - She called me a few times,

but I didn't pick up. - She's gonna worry.

- Yeah, I texted her I'm okay.

If we talk, she'd hear something was wrong with my voice

and I have to lie to her.

- Oh, you're gonna have to lie eventually.

You know, she tried

to convince me not to come on this hunting trip.

I almost wish I would've listened.

- Almost? - Half a million dollars

is a lot of money, Paul.

Only make about 28 a year after taxes.

- I'd pay you more if I could, Travis.

- I get it, man. It wasn't a dig.

You gotta run your business.

What are you gonna tell her?

- Ah, nothing.

I'll open a safe deposit box.

It'll be there when we need it.

I'll keep working. Might cut down my hours some.

You're not gonna say anything to Megan, are you?

- No.

- I used to think John was looking out for me.

Now I wonder if he's just looking

for a reason to hurt somebody.

- I don't know, Leonard. Maybe it's both.

You guys want some?

John.

- Not another step.

- I believe you gentlemen have something that belongs to me.

- Leonard, frisk him.

Leonard, fucking frisk him, man.

- He's unarmed.

- I have no intentions of harming anyone.

- What does he think we have? - I don't think anything,

I know it.

You gentlemen have my money and I'm here to collect.

- How'd you find us?

- It wasn't difficult.

What's to stop me

from shooting you in the face right now?

- Nothing, but as I said,

I have no intentions of harming anyone.

I believe that I can convince you

that it is in your best interest

to let me walk away with the money.

And I'd appreciate if you hear my argument.

- You're wasting your time. - Time is all I have, John.

- How do you know my name?

- As I said, I know great many things.

I know 'em about you, you, you and you too, Leonard.

I never walk into a situation that I do not understand.

So how about you gentlemen lower your weapons

and we can discuss this like civilized men.

- Sit down.

Leonard, go get the zip ties in the cabin.

- Now if that make you feel more at ease,

I'm happy to comply.

There's no need to bind me. I came here only to talk.

And as you see, I am unarmed.

- Sit the fuck down.

- You mind if I smoke one last cigarette before I'm bound?

- You try anything, I'll fucking shoot you, man.

- I don't doubt it, but I suspect

it won't produce the result you'd hope for.

You gentlemen seem a bit tense.

- Yeah, you seem too calm. - I try to avoid stress.

It is bad for one's health.

- I'm not convinced he's alone.

- Do you have a signal for your men?

- Mm.

Now if I say there's no one in the woods,

you wouldn't believe me.

But if I tell you there's people out there

with rifles trained on you,

well shit, there's nothing you could do about it.

So you see, my friend, the question's irrelevant.

- Do you have men in the woods? Yes or no?

- I prefer to work alone.

- I don't believe you. - I already said you wouldn't.

- I think we should go out there and see

if he's got anyone else.

- I'll stay with the money while you guys go look.

- Why do you stay with the money?

- Cause if this guy tries anything, I don't trust you

to do what needs to be done.

- Fine. You stay here where you're an easy target.

Leonard, grab a gun. Let's go.

- Come on, Travis. Let's get him inside.

- Move.

Where do you wanna tie him off?

- Grab a chair from the kitchen.

- Yo, John. I got him tied up.

So what do we do with him now?

- Let's see what the boys bring back.

- What if they don't come back?

- Then there's 1.2 million a piece.

- That's not funny, man.

- I'm not trying to be funny, but that also confirms

that there's people out there,

and we gotta deal with it.

Now if we keep him as a hostage, we might have a chance.

- No! - Hey, hey!

Who are you? What are you doing here?

- I live here. I live here with my family.

I have a family. We live here in the forest, I live here.

- How many men does he have? - Please, let me go!

Please let me-- - How many fucking men

does he have? - Please, please, leave me,

please leave me alone.

Please let me go. Please let me go, I just..

- Get him up, Leonard. - Get up!

- Get up! - No, no!

Oh my God, no! - Walk!

Fuck.

- You brought one back?

- Says he doesn't know anything.

Who are you people?

- We're the men gonna shoot you don't start talking.

How many others are out there?

- I don't know. - But there's more

than just you?

- There's just me. I just wanna go home.

I just wanna go home to my wife, my, my kid, my daughter.

- What are you doing in the woods?

- I live there. I live there.

And there's only one of me, I think.

And my wife and my daughter. I have a family.

I wanna go back to them.

- Answer my question. What are you doing out in the woods?

- I was checking the traps.

I was checking the traps. Somebody has to check the traps.

There's only me to do, if there was another me,

I would know 'cause I would see 'em check the traps.

- This guy's lying.

You know something you're not telling me.

- No. - Tell me what you know.

- Uh, ah, I know a bobcat has 230 bones.

230 bones in a bobcat. I know, I counted 'em exactly.

230, exactly.

- You seen anyone else out there?

- These two. - Besides them?

- There is nobody else.

- I think he's telling the truth, John.

- Travis is right. We should let him go.

- You're a nice man.

- Oh, we can't.

- Come on, man. He doesn't know anything.

- Yeah, he didn't know anything

until you brought him to camp.

But now he's seen too much.

We can't risk this guy going to the cops, man.

- I won't say nothing to nobody. I swear, I swear.

I didn't see anything. I don't even understand.

Just let me go back home. I wanna go home.

We can't trust him, John.

- Look at him. Look at him.

He could say anything. Nobody would believe him.

- I won't say nothing to nobody.

Just let me go back into the woods.

I wanna be with my wife and my daughter.

I need to feed her. - Who's gonna do it?

- Who's gonna do what?

Are you guys fucking serious?

- I'm not doing it this time.

- I'll do it.

- Please, I'm a nice man. Please.

I don't know anything. I don't know anything.

I don't know who you are. I don't know--

- Shut up!

Shut the fuck up! Turn around!

Turn around!

- Don't do it! - Get on your knees!

- Please. - Turn around!

- Please. - Stare straight ahead!

- Be a nice man. Please.

- I said stare straight!

- Don't think too much, huh?

- Help me! Help me!

Please, man, help me.

Help me. No, no, no!

John, I can't.

I can't John, I can't.

- You will.

I'm not fucking around with you, Leonard!

- No, please. - You are gonna do it.

Mm.

- Three, two.

- No! No!

One.

- It's a strange thing, isn't it?

People believe they have moral boundaries,

lines they will not cross.

But in my experience, those lines are imaginary.

You do not cross 'em because you need

to have a reason or an opportunity.

But violence used to be a part of life.

The mere humiliation that people experience

on a daily basis, well, shit, that was a cause for murder.

But people haven't changed. That violence is still there.

The rage walled off inside them.

Poke one hole in the dam holding it back

and it comes rushing out with a vengeance.

I see that rage inside of you, John.

You know good and well that man did not work for me,

but you killed him anyway.

You know, I thought it was about the money,

but I'm starting to think maybe you enjoy the killing.

I can't blame you.

I'm a hunting man myself. I love the hunt.

Hmm, there's nothing like watching your prey from afar,

studying its movements, and then when you get up close

and you stared it the eye,

Ooh, that rush, that rush seconds before

you know you're about to take its life.

John, I know finding that money must feel like

a blessing in disguise.

But I can assure you one thing.

I know a great many things, and I know that money,

that's the beginning of your demise.

Will the rest of your friends be joining us?

- They need more time. - Hmm.

Then we shall wait.

Not to be a pessimist, but I believe you covered

that grave prematurely.

- No one else is dying tonight.

- Well, if you genuinely want that to be true,

I suggest you let me walk away with the money now.

One way or another, I will be leaving with it.

- That ain't happening. - John, I've been in

tighter situations than this one,

and I walked away from each and every one of 'em.

But the men who put me in those situations, they did not.

- A man can't always be lucky.

- And what makes you believe that it was luck?

- What if we split the money with him?

We give him his share and we let him go.

- I'm not doing that. - We still don't know.

if he has people out in the woods, John.

- If he has guys in the woods, what makes you think

they're gonna wanna split their take in half?

Now it's either this guy's by himself and he dies,

or he's working with people and things get complicated.

There's no fucking way I'm splitting

that money between us and him.

Or maybe shoot him right now.

See what the real situation is.

- Pull that trigger and find out.

- Easy. - Mm.

I wonder if it's occurred to your friends

that you're not acting like a man who's never killed before.

- What are you talking about? - I believe that California

has not faded your mind, John.

Actually, I'm certain it has not.

- How do you know about that?

- I know a great many things,

and I learn more all the time.

- What happened in California?

- Nothing happened in California, Paul.

- Why don't you answer them? Or should I?

- Oh, California was a mistake, all right?

It has nothing to do with this.

He's fucking with us.

- I think we should make that determination.

What happened in California?

- Look, a couple years ago,

I went to Cali on a business trip.

I met some girl at a bar and took her back to my hotel.

We did our thing.

The fuck outta here. What are you doing?

She said that if I didn't empty my fucking bank account

and give her all my money, she was gonna call the cops.

Say I fucking raped her.

She set me up.

So we started arguing, you know, things got heated.

It was a fucking accident.

It was a fucking mistake, it, heat of the moment.

Come on. You know me, Paul.

- It seems to me that a man who murdered a young girl

might be willing to kill his friends

if he can keep over $2 million in cash.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh, don't I?

Just a few moments ago, you had a gun to my head

and threatened to kill me, John.

Not to mention all the people that died at your hand.

- That's different. I don't even know you.

- Leonard, what? - Oh, shit.

- Put your gun down, John. - Shit.

- Now!

- What are you doing? - Shut up.

If we agree to split this money with you,

are you willing to drive away from this?

- I'm afraid your friend was right about at least one thing.

It's an all or nothing proposition on my end.

- Okay, don't fucking move, John.

I'll shoot you in the spine. I swear to fucking God, man.

- Leonard, what are you doing? - Back the fuck up.

- What are you gonna shoot me?

Look me in the fucking eyes when you do.

- Don't you move. Stay back.

- I, I've known you 20 years.

When have I ever done something to make you feel

you can't trust me?

- Well you put a fucking gun to my head, John.

- I had no intentions on using it. You know that.

- You made me kill, you made me kill a man.

- No, no. You volunteered to do that.

You remember? - No.

- You said that you would do it.

- No. - Yeah.

All I did was help motivate you

so that you could get it done for us,

to get us out of the situation.

- Don't move.

- Hey, Lenny, Lenny, look at me.

- Lenny, you know me, huh?

- Hey, Lenny, look at me.

Let's put our guns down.

Let's just put our guns down, okay?

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Easy.

Oh!

- Hey, hey, look at me.

If you ever put a gun on me, you better fucking use it.

- John, what are you doing? - Fucking kill you right now,

motherfucker, kill you right now!

- Get the fuck off, John. - John, that's enough.

- I should fucking kill him! - John, John, John.

- Yo, what the fuck are you doing?

- I'm getting this money out of the house.

- Why? - Are you serious right now?

Do you not see how out of control we are?

Ever since we found this bag,

our day has been a living hell.

- So you're just gonna toss it?

- No, I'm gonna go stash it somewhere

where no one can find it until we all calm the fuck down

and figure out how we're gonna get out of this

without all of us ending up in jail.

- What about John? - Keep him in the cabin .

- How the fuck am I supposed to keep John--

- Do whatever you have to do, Travis.

But keep everybody in the cabin.

- How?! - I don't care.

Do whatever you have to do. I'll be back, okay.

I'll be back.

- Knock him out, tie him up.

- What the fuck did I say? - I cannot believe this.

- What are you talking about?

I thought we were gonna keep it together.

Come on.

He's not gonna take off with all the money.

- He's gonna freak out. You know how he gets.

- Had a nice little nap. Mm, your head hurts.

Got a little boo boo on the back of your head.

Seems your friends are making plans of their own.

- John had no interest in killing you

and you know that.

You're his bucket boy. - Look at that.

They think you're unstable.

- Look, all right. Okay, we need to just stop.

Just stop.

- Let me ask you a question, Johnny.

You trust them boys with that money?

You think they'll cut you in?

I mean, that was a cold one, what you did to Leonard.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Can't say I don't blame you, the boy seems soft.

Go ahead, Johnny Boy. Go get me my money.

Yo, John.

- What the fuck are you doing? - John, just relax.

Just listen.

- What the fuck are you planning?

Where the fuck is the money? - Money's in the bag.

Can you just let me explain it to you, John, okay?

- John, we need to figure,

we need to talk about what happened.

- Listen. - Get the fuck

out of my way. - Come on, John.

- You're fucking me. - Make him, hey.

- John, we can't let you leave!

Stop right now! - Stop and listen to me.

Please.

John, stop.

- Fuck. Fuck.

Ah, fuck. Fuck.

- You trust Paul with that money?

- Paul's fine. - Mm.

I sense something about you, Travis.

Something about you is uneasy.

You think that money's gonna help your life?

Make your wife love you more?

Make you not feel like the loser you know you are?

- You don't know anything about me.

- Oh, I know you're a drunk, boy.

Ain't no amount of money in the world

gonna take that hold off of you.

Hmm, if it wasn't for that little bit of liquor,

I guess you wouldn't even be here today,

having me chase down my money.

We rarely, rarely like to accept

the consequences of our actions.

You volunteered to kill that man.

Now you feel upset, remorseful.

Ain't no amount of remorse gonna bring that man back.

The real question is why you do it?

Even if you didn't wanna do it, you volunteered to do it.

Now you wanna cry and be all mopey.

You strike me

like a man who's trying to fit in.

Leonard, you're a sophisticated man, an educated man,

but meanwhile, you wanna be one of the boys,

but you ain't one of them.

No, you are nothing like them. They're savages, buffoons.

I'll make my last proposition to you boys.

You give my money and I spare your lives.

- Drop the pistol.

- No, man. I'm not dropping it.

- I will shoot you.

- If you kill me then you won't find the money.

- I said I was going to kill you.

I said I was gonna shoot you. - John, I'm fucking tired.

If you want the fucking money, following me.

Here.

I'll fucking take you to it.

- Turn around.

Start walking.

Ow, ah!

Oh, please. Fuck, fuck,

Oh, don't fuck with...

I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry, Paul.

I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry.

Oh, please. Oh, please.

Come on, Paul, please, please.

Paul, please. Come on, bro, Paul.

Please, please, I'm sorry, Paul.

Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Paul, please.

Paul, Paul! Please.

- What if his people followed you?

What if they saw where you hid it?

- Well then it's gone. - I will tell you

what you can do, Paul.

You can hand me that duffle bag

and let me drive away with that money.

And no harm will come to you or your friends by my hand.

And as I said, I will be walking away

with that money one way or another.

- No harm will come to us by your hand?

- That is correct. As long as I get what's rightfully mine.

- Then your men will do your dirty work.

- Mm. I said no such thing.

But you can draw your own conclusion.

- Guys, what are we gonna do about John?

- What do you mean?

- We can't leave him in the woods by himself.

with his leg caught in a frigging animal trap.

We gotta bring him a jug of water or something.

- If you want this to end, and I sense you gentlemen do,

you can untie me and take me to that money.

- You're not getting that money back.

- For all you know, I already have it.

God! Fuck!

Ah!

- Boy, you know my men followed Paul

back to his hiding spot,

and they collected it once he left.

- If that happened, then we'd be dead.

You don't have men in the woods at all, do you?

- I said that from the beginning.

- Who are you?

- My name is Sidney.

- How did you know about California?

- Well, I know a great many things.

- You keep saying that. - Because it bears repeating.

I can hear your thoughts.

And right now, I'm the only one in this room

being completely honest.

- Yeah, well every person on this earth has told a lie.

- Yeah, but not everybody has made their friends

raise the product of their betrayal.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

- Yo, you need to shut your fucking mouth!

We need to kill this guy. Okay?

Don't you all see he's playing us?

- We're not killing anybody.

There's something going on here

and he's the only way to find out.

- Oh, fuck!

- It's freezing out here. You sure this is the spot?

- I know it's the spot. - Where the fuck is John?

- I don't fucking know. He's not here.

- Where's the money? - Let's focus on

finding John first, not the fucking money.

- I'm sorry man, but I need that money.

- Come on, Paul. - "Come on, Paul," what?

- Take us. - Look at what

we've become, man. - Just take us.

- Take us where? To John or the money?

Is Amber my daughter?

- No.

You dirty fuck.

You come to my house every Christmas with presents

and you play with her like she's your own fucking kid.

- I love that girl, man. - So do I.

I've raised her for the last seven years.

Where have you been, man?

Ah, why wouldn't you tell me?

I've never wanted to kill somebody so fucking bad.

You're not worth it. You're not worth anything.

Let's get your fucking money, you piece of shit.

Clean this shit up.

Let's go, Leonard.

I think this is it.

- Well where is it? - It's in the tree.

- Well get it out.

- You want it, you go fucking get it.

- Let's go.

- All right, let's find John. - Fuck John.

- What? - You were probably right.

He's dead by now. - Are you fucking kidding me?

No, Travis, we have to find him.

We can't just-

Get back.

John, you don't have to do this!

We were coming back for you, man!

I'm sorry. I didn't wanna shoot you.

- Where are you, Lenny?

- I'm here.

- Show yourself!

- Yo, what the hell are you doing?

- We need to end this.

If, if I drop my gun, will you drop yours?

- You first.

- Okay. - Are you fucking crazy?

- I'm tossing my gun.

I'm coming out, John. I'm unarmed.

It's okay. I trust him.

I'm sorry, John.

I just want this to be over.

You're one of my best friends.

- Okay. Okay.

Want this to be over? This can all be over.

Just give me the money.

You give me the money and I'll leave.

This will all be over.

Bring it to me.

What the fuck are you doing?

Paul?

You done there, Paul?

- Most predators, whether they're individual

or pack herders, kill prey the same way.

They chase it down and attack.

This method has never appealed to me.

I find that if you give him enough reason,

men like dogs, will kill each other.

Throw a scrap of meat to a pack of starving mutts

and watch 'em fight over to all but one are dead.

If you hunt dogs,

then they done did the work for you.

Same theory applies if you're a hunter of men.

- The sun will rise in a few hours

and you will find yourself feeling weak.

You should sleep and let your body heal.

But the evening will come again

and when it does, you will feel more vital

than you ever felt before in your life.

And you will thank me for what I've done.

Don't look at me like that, Paul.

I did you a favor.

I set you free from the chains of humanity.

Alleviated you from the sickness

that is the human condition.

The same illness that can turn lifelong friends

against each other in a second's time.

Many were the moments that I presented

the opportunity for you and your friends

to trade in that money for their lives.

You happen to see

a young lady walking along the side of the road?

She'd have been carrying a duffle bag?

- No, sir.

- You gentlemen have my money and I'm here to collect.

But at every turn, it became more evident

what they truly value.

They were willing to sacrifice anyone or anything.

- No!

- For that precious duffle bag.

This is what humanity has wrought.

A wife who betrayed you with your closest

and dearest friend,

a lush of a man who you employed

when no other would, a leach who fed off your palm

and betrayed your family.

Where's the morality in that?

I'm a hunting man myself.

I love the hunt. Hmm.