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(TRAIN CLANGING)

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(VAN RUMBLING)

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(FOOTSTEPS PADDING)

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(VAN WHOOSHING)

(MIKE PANTING)

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(WINDSHIELD WIPERS WHIRRING)

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(WINDSHIELD WIPERS WHIRRING)

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(WINDSHIELD WIPERS WHIRRING)

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(WINDSHIELD WIPERS WHIRRING)

(KEN SNORING SOFTLY)

(WINDSHIELD WIPERS WHIRRING)

(KEN SNORING SOFTLY)

(WINDOW WHIRRING)

(BOTTLE SHATTERING)

(WINDOW WHIRRING)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

-ANNA: But what about him? -MIKE: What about him?

ANNA: Maybe we should wake him.

He'll wake up soon enough.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(LOUD RUSTLING AND CLATTERING)

-Hello? -(LOUD THUDDING IN DISTANCE)

Hello?

(GUN COCKING AND FIRING)

(SNORING ABRUPTLY STOPPING)

(MIKE BREATHING SHAKILY)

(STEVIE GASPING)

He ain't dead.

For God's sakes, Mike,

put him out of his fucking misery.

(FOOTSTEPS CLOMPING)

(MIKE BREATHING SHAKILY)

(GUN FIRING)

Well, he's fuckin' dead now.

What the fuck?

-Burglar. -And you shot him?

Had to.

Did he have a gun, at least?

No.

Not that I saw anyway.

Then why'd you shoot him?

'Cause it's Stevie fucking Corrigan.

Oh, fuck. You had to shoot one of them?

MIKE: There are two, sweetie?

Eh.

I guess not.

-What now? -What now?

What fuckin' now?

Maybe you should've thought it out

before you blew his fuckin' guts out.

(WOMAN SCREAMING ON TV)

CARRIE: Hey.

Where have you been?

Uh, just at the bar, hanging out.

Is it busy?

Nah, hardly anyone there.

Is Stevie there?

Uh, yeah, he was, but he left.

He said he'd be back later.

And?

And what?

Well, did he fucking come back, genius?

CARRIE: No, not by the time I left.

How come?

CARRIE: What do you mean how come?

I'm not my brother's fucking keeper.

Fuck.

Oh.

Was he holdin'?

WAYNE: Said he'd be bringin' some back.

You ever think of rehab?

WAYNE: You ever think about crawling out of my ass?

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Open the boot.

Come on.

(MIKE GRUNTING)

Hey, get somethin' to cover him up with.

Go on.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You okay?

That's my favourite blanket.

Wash it after.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Get the bike.

What bike?

The fucking bike. It's obviously his.

What do you want me to do with it?

Well, fucking hide it somewhere.

Let's go.

I've imagined this moment over and over again

for the past two months...

...or something like it anyways.

I thought it'd feel different somehow.

Different?

How?

I don't know.

More final, I guess.

You're probably still in shock.

Come on, before any more of them arrive.

Come on.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

Where are we heading?

I see.

You shut up.

I'm trying to think.

ANNA: Need to head to town.

That's a genius idea that is, isn't it?

What? Dead body in the trunk 'cause of you.

And you wanna go where we're most likely

to draw attention to ourselves.

ANNA: Out of cigarettes.

Can't you go without a fag for 10 minutes?

ANNA: No.

For fuck's sakes.

Here.

Thanks.

And I didn't shoot him. You did.

KEN: Yeah, I know,

but we all know why he got shot, don't we?

Go easy on her.

Oh, your father will be so proud of you.

-Don't talk about him. -Why not?

He was my brother,

and I hated him long before you did.

Why'd you take me in then?

Because your family, and you ain't him.

Plus you've got to lord it over him all these years

that you're so much better than him.

To right I did.

He deserved it. Fucking useless prick.

Family matters.

Then you know why Mike shot him.

Of course I do.

But your kid wasn't exactly Mike's family.

-I mean, I'm just sayin'. -She might as well have been.

She was in my life for over a year before she died.

Why didn't you shoot him then?

Put to use to cunt out his misery, I guess.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(BELLS RINGING)

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(ENGINE RUMBLING)

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Want some?

Thanks.

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Cigarettes, eh?

They sell cigarettes.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BOTTLES CLATTERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Fuck! Hey, hey.

20 Slims regular.

KEN: He don't know nothin'.

And a package.

(MIKE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(WAYNE SPITTING)

Have fun.

Get everything you need?

Yeah.

Good. Now maybe we can get back to the problem at hand.

Where we headed?

Thrift store has a skip.

Maybe we dump him there.

-What's a skip? -Dumpster.

Then why not call it that?

'Cause we're English.

You know, like where the fuckin' language comes from.

We're not in England, are we?

Skip, fags, boot.

Speak normal so people can understand you.

-Listen, you little-- -Don't even think about it.

(LAUGHS)

-Careful, Romeo. -Maybe we should get goin'.

Place attracts cops like flies to dog shit,

and we do have a body in the trunk.

It's a boot,

but she does have a point.

Give me one of 'em cigarettes, will you?

You smoked my last one.

(BEER TRICKLING)

(SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, for fuck's sakes, really?

You ever try it?

Do I look like a fucking crackhead to you?

No. Just a down on his luck drunk.

Watch your mouth, little lady, else we get--

She's under a lot of stress right now.

Aren't we all?

At least a crack open the window.

-It's freezing. -Of course it's freezing.

It's fucking February.

Stinks like a fucking dumpster fire in here.

Don't you mean a skip fire?

(LAUGHING)

Very clever.

Where now?

I don't fuckin' know. I have to think.

Shut the goddamn window, will you?

Shut the fuck up, will you?

(DOOR SLAMMING)

-Hey. -Hey.

(GRUNTS)

I need you to take me for a drive.

Take yourself.

Ha-ha. Very funny.

Come on, let's go.

Dude, it's not my fault you lost your licence.

Will you just get the fuck up off your ass?

Let's go. Come on.

Where to?

I think I know where Stevie went.

Okay, where's that?

WAYNE: He was talking about robbing someone's stash.

-Whose? -I don't know.

He didn't say,

but I think it was that bitch who put him in prison.

Yeah. Well, he deserved it.

Will you just fucking quit complaining?

Come on, let's go!

After what he did?

No, I couldn't imagine killing anyone...

...let alone a child.

Hey, he hasn't been convicted by anyone yet,

except apparently by his own fucking sister.

He's been out on bail for two days.

Okay?

And during that time,

he's been drinking at bars and committing robberies,

doing anything and everything he can

to get sent back inside.

Why would we stick our necks out to help him?

Because he's family.

Okay.

Why would he think that she'd be holding?

Those people are pure white trash.

Do you ever see how that bitch carries herself?

Like how she walks around town like she's better

than all of us, huh?

Stevie used to always call her stuck up titties.

I bet she's got something stashed away.

Now let's fucking go.

(CARRIE SIGHING)

Where's all the fuckin' water?

MIKE: Well, it's slippery.

We drain it in the winter.

You knew this?

-It's just a guess. -KEN: A fucking guess?

Well, why else would there be no water?

It's a fucking lock.

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(TYRES CRUNCHING)

WAYNE: Door's open.

So? I thought you said they were crackheads.

She is.

Well then?

It's fucking freezing.

Even crackheads feel the cold.

Right. You should know.

Wait here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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(TYRES CRUNCHING)

A bit bright, isn't it?

I'll hop the fence and go for the field.

He don't lock the tool shed?

No, the building doesn't even have a lock on it.

What does he think this is? 1950s?

Oh, he's a Christian.

Thinks if he lives right, then his God will protect him.

Jesus Christ. Precisely.

(KEN CHUCKLING)

Has he ever seen him in cold blood?

Seriously, can we just get a move on?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

(CARRIE GASPING)

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Looks like somebody had a pretty bad accident.

It's Stevie.

-You don't know that. -Yeah, I do.

-Shh, shh. -Come on, you know--

Shut the fuck up!

What the fuck are you doing?

CARRIE: I'm cleaning him up.

-WAYNE: You're fucking what? -CARRIE: He's our brother.

I'm not leaving him like this.

You're fucking insane.

Nobody deserves to be left like this.

Mom would kill us if we just left him like this.

-Carrie, we have to go. -No!

(SOBBING)

It's Stevie.

His wife. He's married.

-It's Stevie. -Come on.

(CARRIE SOBBING)

Come on.

(CARRIE SOBBING)

Just fucking come on.

I can't!

(SOBBING)

You could've caught diseases he could've had.

(CARRIE SOBBING)

Can you just promise me you'll kill him?

They're already dead.

-What's in "Cold Blood"? -Classic movie.

-ANNA: What happens? -Everyone dies.

Nice.

What is it with you and ancient movies, anyways?

My dad, he always beat us when he drank.

Mom used to give me and my brother, Mike's dad,

money to go to the pictures.

-Saw a lot of movies then. -He drank every day.

How come you hate your brother?

He started keeping the money to get high, didn't he?

No more movies for Ken now.

Oh, bunk in.

Get called out for awhile, get banned.

Bunk in again.

Eventually I got arrested.

Slippery slope, really.

Yeah.

(HAND TAPPING, TRUNK CLICKING)

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(FOOTSTEPS PLODDING)

CARRIE: Let's steal his bike.

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING)

(BIKE CLATTERING)

(TYRES CRUNCHING)

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(TRUNK LID CREAKING)

You worried about him escapin'?

(KEN CHUCKLING)

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING)

(ANNA CRYING SOFTLY)

What about here?

As good a place as any, I reckon.

Right then.

You've got the pick.

(PICK THUDDING)

(ANNA CRYING SOFTLY)

-(PICK THUDDING) -(MIKE THUDDING)

Oh, fuck this.

You couldn't have shot him in the spring, could ya?

This wasn't exactly planned.

I know.

He deserved it.

Yeah, he did.

But it's not exactly gonna be easy to get rid

of a body at this time of year, is it?

What now?

Perhaps we're lookin' at this problem

from totally the wrong angle.

Go on.

Perhaps we just need to make the problem smaller.

What do you mean?

I got an idea.

(CAR RUMBLING)

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(CAR WHOOSHING)

(CAR RUMBLING)

Morning drinking now?

Maintainin'.

Want some?

-You sure about this? -There's an old disused barn.

We can dump him there

till we figure out something better.

(CAR RUMBLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(SPOON CLATTERING)

Dunklin.

Now there's a shock.

Stevie Corrigan broke his bail conditions.

What a surprise.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna finish my coffee

and the Times crossword and then.

Hey, well, it may or may not be a liberal rag,

but it's got the best crossword.

Perhaps that's saying something.

Then I'm gonna go for bacon and eggs,

and then I'll see what Mr. Corrigan's been up .

Yeah, I'll check the convenience store first.

He's bound to have been there. All right?

Life's too short.

(LIGHTER FLICKING)

What makes you so sure they'll come back?

It's the only place in town to buy candy.

She's got a sweet tooth.

Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't have let her

slide last night.

I didn't fuckin' know they'd kill Stevie last night,

did I?

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MIKE: Hey. How's it going?

It's fuckin' cold.

Looks it.

-What's going on? -WORKER: Power line's down.

Half the road's blocked.

-Hope they pay well. -(SCOFFS)

Not really.

Hey, Anna.

ANNA: Hey.

Well, guess I'll head back then.

Too cold today for work anyway.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Like any of you ever had a job.

Well, that went well.

I need time to think.

I'm hungry.

What you want?

ANNA: Chocolate.

Don't you ever eat normal food?

Chocolate is normal food.

There's milk, sugar, nuts and fruit.

You talk a load of bollocks, you know that?

I could eat some chocolate.

Maybe some ketchup chips.

We'll have veggies, too.

Is that tomato a fruit?

It's tomato. And who cares?

I could do with a Coke.

You need some coke.

(Mike and Anna laughing)

You two ain't funny. You know that?

(MIKE AND ANNA LAUGHING)

(LIGHTER FLICKING)

Stay in the car.

(TRAFFIC HUMMING)

Fucking asshole.

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Shit!

Oh, that's not good.

(CARRIE SCREAMING) (PUNCHES SMACKING)

Hey!

You killed my fucking brother, you son of a bitch!

Hey! Hey!

Don't make a mess in my store!

Fuck you!

(SCREAMING)

Fuck you!

You!

Fuck you!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What the hell is going on here?

Lover's quarrel.

Fuck you, you're fucking dead,

you crackhead whore!

-How's your brother doing? -Bitch!

Hey, am I gonna have to take you i?

Either of you?

Wait, it's just a little misunderstanding, Gary.

-That's all. -Well, work it out, Ken!

Or I'll take you all in.

KEN: For what? Stoppin' a fight?

I'm sure I could find a multitude of offences

if I searched you all and checked your car.

There's no need for that.

Come on, let's get out of here.

ANNA: Fuckin' whore.

Fuck you!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-I'm looking for Stevie. -I don't know where he is.

Well, look who it isn't.

Dunklin.

Is my sister under arrest now?

-Not yet. -Oh, yeah?

Who's the lucky delinquent today then?

Stevie.

You know where he is?

No.

-And you know, even if I did-- -Oh, yeah.

You wouldn't tell me, I know.

You already locked our dad up.

Isn't that one Corrigan enough?

He missed our whole childhood 'cause of you pigs.

Yeah, and then he wound up dead.

You didn't bother solving that one, did you?

-Stevie's next. -Stevie's fucking innocent.

You didn't see that kid after he ran her over,

or you might think differently.

My sister, Officer?

(CARRIE GASPING)

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Fuck. Sorry.

(MIKE BREATHING HEAVILY)

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Oh, fucking bitch. I just had my nails done.

Would you shut the fuck up?

Okay, no one cares about your nails, bitch.

Fuck you.

I had her banged to rights no thanks to you.

Yeah, I was busy.

Yeah, business as usual.

Fuckin' right. You should really try it.

No, no thanks.

I've seen what it does to the rest of you.

So, how's business?

Business sucks.

That's why I'm closing down.

Uh-huh.

You've been closing down for over a year now.

Yeah.

Well, it's hard to find a good tenant.

And I don't suppose you've seen Stevie, either?

Oh, sorry. Who?

GARY: Yeah, that's what I thought.

(ENGINE STARTING)

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(VAN RUMBLING)

MIKE: You're not serious.

Fucking right I am.

Look, we've gotta get rid of him soon

before the rest of the clan comes down on us.

Now go get in it and follow me.

Does he think we don't know how to make a fire,

for fuck's sakes?

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(WOOD CHIPPER RATTLING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

-Hey. -JENNIFER: What do you want?

-Hi, Mama. -JENNIFER: Hi, sweetie.

-We need to talk. -JENNIFER: I doubt it.

It's important.

Okay.

If you say it is, I'm listening.

-It's about-- -To her. Not you.

Stevie's dead.

Again?

What?

I've lost track of the amount of times

there's been a knock at the door,

a late night phone call, and I thought this is the one.

-Yeah, well this time-- -Shut up!

I said her, not you.

He's dead, Ma.

Where is he?

We don't know.

Then how do you know he's dead?

They took him.

Who?

How do you know for sure he's dead then?

Probably faked it to stay out of prison,

tryin' to trick people.

Then they killed him, took him.

Then why are you sitting there?

Go.

Find him.

Find out if he's dead or not for sure.

They fuckin' blew his brains out.

Never really had any to start with.

You really don't wanna know who killed him?

You know, I assume that if they have the body,

I'll find that out when we get him back.

It was the Stringels.

Those white trash scumbags killed my boy?

Yeah.

Then there's a reckoning to be had.

Go start the wood chipper.

Well, go on.

-Dunno. -What?

Dunno how to start it.

Well, that's some great fucking plan.

Oh, will you shut the fuck up?

I'd give you a nasty look,

but I see you've already got one.

-That's not necessary. -Says who?

-You should apologise. -(KEN SCOFFING)

KEN: There's gotta be a switch or a knob or something.

You need a key.

What?

-Fuck. -What now?

Well, it's probably in the truck, isn't it?

(ITEMS CLATTERING)

Change of plan.

-ANNA: You can't be serious. -KEN: Why not?

Well, just can't be.

Let me get this straight.

You were okay with wood chippin' him

into a million little pieces,

but cutting him up into bite-sized chunks,

that you got a problem?

Just doesn't feel right.

-She's got a point. -KEN: What point?

Well, what are we gonna do with the chunks?

Come again?

Once you chop him up, we'll still have him.

He'll just be in smaller pieces.

What are you going to do with the chunks?

It's garbage day tomorrow.

What?

People in town,

they're gonna be putting black bags out

at the curb, aren't they?

Hmm?

We put him in the garbage.

Get rid of him bit by bit till he's all gone.

-Put him in the trash? -Why not?

Him and his whole fuckin' family are white trash alrea.

You can't be serious.

You got a better plan?

Ah, I didn't think so, Princess.

Leave the heavy lifting to me.

Get him outta the boot.

(KEN LAUGHING)

(CHAINSAW CRANKING)

Oh, bollocks.

ANNA: And some more great planning.

I'm not done yet.

(TAILGATE SLAMMING)

Problem solved.

(GAS TRICKLING)

-That's not gonna work. -Hey!

Do you mind?

I'm a little busy right now.

(KEN LAUGHING)

(CHAINSAW CRANKING)

Fuck!

(CHAINSAW CRANKING)

Oh, fuck!

You need to put two stroke mix in it.

-What? -Not straight gas.

It won't run.

How do you know that?

Dad showed me.

More to the point,

why would you let me it up in the first place?

Are you serious? Too busy to listen.

Have a word with her.

-Love you. -What?

That's my word.

KEN: New plan.

You're gonna chop him up?

Of course not.

-I think you should. -Me?

-Her? -KEN: Yeah, her.

Why me?

'Cause bizarrely, I think it might help.

Help? How?

Chopping him up won't bring her back.

No.

It might give you some closure.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Fair enough.

Don't say I didn't offer.

You get on with it then.

Should've seen that coming.

(TRUNK LID SLAMMING)

-(AXE THUDDING) -(FLESH SQUELCHING)

(ANNA VOMITING)

(AXE THUDDING) (FLESH SQUELCHING)

Hey.

I've gotta go into town and get the rubbish bags.

And I hope you've done puking,

'cause if you throw up in that car,

I'm not the one cleaning it up.

(SIREN WHOOPING)

-Gary. -Ken.

Lovely day.

GARY: I need a word.

Do ya? Now?

Well, you can come in and see me if you prefer.

Nah, it's all good.

What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Stevie Corrigan.

KEN: Thought you had him locked up nice and safe.

Yeah, so did I.

I ain't seen him.

And I dunno what I'd do if I did.

Well, if you do see him, you let me know, okay?

And don't go do anything stupid.

Me?

I've gotta go now, Gary.

Garbage day.

Don't wanna miss it.

JENNIFER: This is what's left of my son?

WAYNE: Till we find the rest of them, yeah.

How am I supposed to bury that?

I'm sorry, Mom.

Don't be, okay?

You didn't do it.

I know, but still.

Why didn't you clean him up?

I wanted to, but Wayne wouldn't let me.

You're just gonna leave him here like this?

What difference does it make? He's fuckin' dead.

When did you get so hard nosed?

When did you start to care?

JENNIFER: I spent half my life cleaning up his messes.

Oh, yeah?

Well, look at all the good it did him.

Two days out of prison,

Stevie gets his brains blown out because he was scavenging

for crack change in the one fuckin' house

in this god damn town that you told us never to go near.

And now what?

You want to get on my ass because I don't care enough?

You never gave a shit about Stevie.

You never gave a shit about any of us after Dad got kille.

Just left us to fend for ourselves.

You don't understand a thing, boy.

Carrie, find a mop and a bucket.

The water doesn't seem to work.

(CARRIE SNIFFLING)

God damn animals live like pigs.

Go on. Go on. Go get some snow.

We'll melt it on the stove and use that

for your brother.

(ANNA VOMITING)

She pregnant?

No.

She better not be.

None of your business if she is.

I was just wondering who's it might be, that's all.

Don't fucking dare.

Oh, you got some cleaning up to do.

Go on.

ANNA: I need a drink.

Don't we all? We got work to do first.

(MIKE GRUNTING)

MIKE: Fuck. Fuck.

(CAR WHOOSHING)

KEN: Well, that's interestin'.

Who would've done this?

KEN: Dunno.

Mama Corrigan?

But why?

Because it's her son, I guess.

Yeah, that's still fucked up.

Why would you ask me?

I'm not a mother.

What?

Well, you got more in common with her than I do.

You're both mothers of dead kids. I'm not--

(PUNCH SMACKING)

Fuck you!

Don't you ever mention my daughter again.

Fair enough.

I deserved that one, I guess.

We got work to do.

(ANNA PANTING)

ANNA: I need a fix.

Well, at least you're being honest about that finally.

You really should quit that shit, you know?

Why?

Because it will kill ya eventually.

Precisely.

Let's get this done then.

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(WINDSHIELD WIPERS SCRAPING)

It's a lot more exciting on the TV.

What if they don't show?

They have to at some point.

Is this the only dealer in town?

Hey, fuck nuts.

I asked you a question.

Well, how the hell would I know?

How would you know.

(CHUCKLING)

Listen to him.

-Pure as the driven snow. -No, okay?

It's the one she uses.

The other options is her ex,

and since that whole business with the kid,

not exactly friendly.

This one right here.

-I don't want the girl hurt. -What?

-Why not? -She lost her child.

She's been through enough.

How do we know she wasn't the one who did it?

Just a hunch.

Happened in that psycho Ken's house.

My money's on him.

What do you have against this guy, anyway?

You don't need to know that.

No good would come of it if you did.

I need more smokes.

Is he doing what I think he's doing?

Yeah, most likely.

You sure about this?

Yeah.

You want me to come in?

It's best you don't.

Please don't go in there.

It's just business.

We'll be back after.

Okay.

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Let's do this.

Just fucking go.

(DOOR OPENS)

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

How's it goin'?

Oh, just fuckin' peachy.

Yeah, I'm waiting for a limo to come pick me up

to take me off to this big gala,

so whatever you got goin' on, make it quick.

I need a hit.

-Go to the store. -ANNA: I can't.

Why not?

What, did you blow your credit?

-Never had any. -Well, nor here.

You know, we can make the same trade we made last time.

I don't want to.

Oh, well, I guess you don't need to hit that bad then.

ANNA: Come on, man. Don't be a fuckin' asshole.

What?

I just need you to help me out for once

in your fucking life.

Can you just do the decent thing?

Why can't you go to the store?

People are looking for us.

-Us? -Yeah. Me and Mike.

Well, who's looking?

The Corrigans.

Ooh, that could get messy.

Now, I hear Stevie's out.

He's...

...he's dead.

(DEALER LAUGHING)

Really?

ANNA: Got his brain's blown out.

That couldn't have happened to a nicer piece of shit.

Help yourself.

You're still not sticking yourself, I see.

Feels like too much of a commitment.

Yeah.

And you never were any good at those.

Fuck off.

DEALER: So who killed him?

Ken and Mike.

Well, they're good for something, aren't they?

I need money.

-For? -A bus ticket.

Are you leaving town?

Getting as far away as I possibly can.

How about one last goodbye fuck then?

Good riddance.

Thanks.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LIGHTER FLICKING)

You fucking cunt!

-(PUNCH SMACKING) -Oh! Fuck!

JENNIFER: You wanna end up like your brother?

-Useless little idiot. -Fuck!

I just, I just need a little jolt, Mom, okay?

And Stevie's fuckin' dead, all right?

You think I don't know that?

Look at you.

You're absolutely useless.

-WAYNE: I'm sorry, okay? -You will be.

I'm telling you now, boy.

As soon as this business with your brother is settled,

there is gonna be a reckoning with you and me.

Come on!

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(ENGINE STARTING)

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(BAG RUSTLING)

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(DOOR CLOSES)

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(BAG RUSTLING)

(TYRES SCREECHING SOFTLY)

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(DOOR CREAKING)

Hello? Anybody here?

Hello?

What the fuck?

Wakey, wakey Brad.

Look, the stuff's on the table, all right?

Just take it and fuck off.

JENNIFER: He's not taking jack shit.

That's not why we're here.

BRAD: Then what?

JENNIFER: We're looking for your ex.

BRAD: I haven't seen her.

Why should we believe you?

Listen, your son killed my kid.

So you can go fuck yourselves, the whole fuckin' lot of you.

(GUN FIRING)

What the fuck?

What did you do?

Why would you do that?

We needed him.

Now we're never gonna find them thanks to you.

Fuck all that shit!

And fuck your stupid war!

We never would've found them anyway.

(DOOR THUDDING)

Fuck!

You better run, you fucking bitch!

Fuck!

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Hopefully just this street.

-Any idea-- -Who it is?

Yeah, I know who it is.

I know who did it and I know why they did it.

There's no mysteries here.

(CAR RUMBLING)

-Get in. -No, I'm good.

What are you doing?

Change of plans.

And where do you think you're gonna go?

-Does it matter? -KEN: Kinda.

-Kinda. -Yeah.

There's a whole mess going on in town

and you're right in the middle of it, so kinda.

I'm leaving town.

How you gonna do that? Hitch?

'Cause either Gary or the Corrigans pick you up,

we're all screwed.

Bus.

How'd you pay for that then?

I have money.

Yeah, but what you have to do to get it?

-Fuck you, Ken. -Oh, you wish.

But it's not me I'm thinkin' of.

Shut your fuckin' mouth!

Go ahead then.

Do it.

ANNA: Mike, Let him go.

Get in.

We'll take you to the bus station.

KEN: Well, go on.

It's too far to walk.

I have enough for two tickets.

What do I need a ticket for?

I've got a car.

You're a funny man, Ken.

MIKE: I can't.

Why not?

I have to finish what I started.

Don't be fucking stupid.

You've been a burden on me for way too long as it is.

MIKE: What about the Corrigans?

What about them?

Stevie's dead. Wayne's a waste of space.

The sister?

She'll stop caring as soon as her love interest

here leaves town.

Fuck 'em.

It's not like we can do without a break from each other.

MIKE: That's true.

You almost rolled me that time.

MIKE: You deserved it.

Actually, there's somewhere I need to go first.

(CAR WHOOSHING)

This was her favourite place.

You don't have to do this, you know.

I think she'll be happier here.

(CAR WHOOSHING)

♪ One boot, two boot ♪

♪ Your mittens and your scarf ♪

♪ Your hat, your coat ♪

♪ Your red (indistinct) ♪

♪ Off to the park ♪

♪ We go to play ♪

♪ Throw all your worries away ♪

Go play with your prince, my little princess.

But they're not dead.

ANNA: Thank fucking God you never had children

of your own, Ken.

That was a bit harsh.

How long do you think what he stole will last him?

Reckon about a week.

I'm not gonna be any use to us then.

Thought you quit.

Now's not the time.

Yeah.

It seems like it never is in this family.

How many cups is that today?

Oh, really? (knuckles rapping)

You think it's them?

-Stringels? -JENNIFER: Why not?

Stranger things have happened.

(KNUCKLES RAPPING)

GARY: Can I come in?

CARRIE: Yeah, I guess if you have to.

Mrs. Corrigan.

Miss Corrigan.

Oh, Miss Corrigan.

Must be official.

It is.

Spit it out then.

It's about Stevie.

Where's his body?

-We have it. -You do?

Well what's left of it anyway.

Can we see him?

No, not the way he is now.

Then why are you here?

To tell you that he's dead.

Do you think that we don't know that?

We know where he died,

we know who killed him and we know how.

What the fuck do we need you for?

I don't want an all out war in my town, Jennifer.

-Am I gonna have to take you in? -On what charge?

-GARY: I mean it. -So do I.

Goodbye, Officer Dunklin.

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Get out.

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(DOOR SLAMMING)

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Are you sure about this?

I'm sick of carrying you anyways.

We should go.

-Bye then. -KEN: Uh-huh.

-Where to? -ANNA: Anywhere.

That's not helpful.

Where will 150 get us?

-Return? -ANNA: No.

Why would we wanna come back to this shit hole?

Which direction?

North.

North?

Well, nobody would expect us to go north.

North.

Sudbury.

Two one-way tickets to Sudbury will cost you $128.50.

-Done. -CLERK: Really?

Yeah. Why?

Because nobody goes to Sudbury in February.

Okay.

The coach leaves in an hour at six.

Nothing sooner?

Not to Sudbury.

Fine.

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You fuckin' asshole!

-You pay for me! -(STICK THUDDING)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

What are you doing here?

Been a while.

Not long enough.

We need to talk.

Do we?

I can't spend the rest of my life

looking over my shoulder.

Perhaps you should have thought of that

before you killed my son.

He had it comin', Jen.

I know he did, but he's my son.

I know.

Who did it?

-Does it matter? -JENNIFER: Does to me.

-We need to stop this now. -Who?

Me.

I did it.

You mean Stevie?

Or his father?

(KEN SCOFFING)

You know I killed his father.

You asked me to.

Stevie was just as bad as his dad.

Yeah, but Stevie was my blood.

-(CARRIE GASPING) -(KNIFE THUDDING)

(Ken thudding)

He killed Daddy?

That was my favourite knife.

Shut up about the fucking knife!

You hired him to kill Daddy?

Your father deserved it.

Don't you think I fucking know that better than anyone?

I know, I know, Princess.

Hey, I had to stop him.

Why did he kill him, though?

Ken was always lonely,

and I used to be an attractive woman, you know?

So he?

He took what he wanted and he left.

They all do.

(CARRIE BREATHING SHARPLY)

Okay, so what do we do with him now?

Let him into the trunk of his car

and we'll worry about the rest after that.

Okay.

It can't be easy getting rid of a body this time of year.

(CARRIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

I don't know why we didn't just burn

the body in the first place.

You what?

It would've been a lot easier.

Saved us a pile of trouble.

Why the fuck didn't you say something earlier?

Ken never listens to me.

He never has.

You've seen how he treats me.

(MIKE LAUGHING)

Oh, he's a fucking prick.

I'll be back in a minute.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

What's with the pop cans?

Supports the local hockey team.

I'll take a cream soda.

(DOOR CLICKING)

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I need a one way to Toronto.

It's $52.

Oh, right.

I got, um.

I got 35.

Then you're not goin', are ya?

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(LIGHTER FLICKING)

(♪♪♪)

(PHONE RINGING)

DISPATCHER (OVER RADIO): An APB has been put out for Ken and Mike Stringel,

Anna Gaulin and Dwayne and Carrie Corrigan.

They are to be considered as armed and dangerous.

Apprehend on sight.

Okay, have all the bars checked.

I'll check the train and the bus stations.

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ANNA: No! Mike, wait!

Mike! Mike! No!

Mike!

(MIKE GRUNTING)

Fuck!

-(PUNCHES SMACKING) -(MIKE GRUNTING)

-(KICK THUDDING) -(MIKE YELPING)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Fuck it. We'll take his car.

(WAYNE PANTING)

-(KICK THUDDING) -(DOOR CRASHING)

(WAYNE SCREAMING)

Come on, Mike! We gotta go!

-(PUNCH THUDDING) -(MIKE SCREAMING)

(WAYNE PANTING)

(WAYNE SCREAMING)

-(KNIFE SLICING) -(MIKE SCREAMING)

(WAYNE SCREAMING)

-(PUNCH SMACKING) -(HEAD THUDDING)

(WAYNE GRUNTING)

(HEAD THUDDING)

(MIKE GASPING)

(MIKE THUDDING)

Fucking cunt.

(MIKE GASPING)

(MIKE WHEEZING)

(BUS RUMBLING)

ANNA: My friend's coming.

(♪♪♪)

Check the glove box.

More things change.

Do you know how to use that thing?

Sure I do. Just point and shoot.

(♪♪♪)

Wait here.

(♪♪♪)

(DOOR CLICKING)

Carrie.

Didn't think you'd be mixed up in this mess.

Why not?

Because you were always the smart one.

CARRIE: Yeah, well, it's family business.

Which family?

-Mine. -GARY: Yours?

Yeah, mine.

Do you even know who your family is?

-I'm a Corrigan. -GARY: Not really.

What is that supposed to mean?

Do you have the slightest idea who your father is?

My father's dead.

Good riddance to him.

GARY: So you don't know Ken Stringel's your father?

My father's dead.

Where's your brother?

-(PUNCH SMACKING) -(GARY GRUNTING)

JENNIFER: Get the shotgun.

-Ken Stringel is my father? -Not now.

I fucking killed my own father?

I said not now, baby cakes, okay?

We'll talk about this later.

How could you?

We gotta find your brother and I need your help.

Go to hell.

I fucking hate all of you.

So you should.

Taxi!

Can't wait all night.

(JENNIFER GRUNTING)

You and me are gonna have a reckoning now, girl.

Where is that fucking crackhead?

On the bus.

(BUS RUMBLING)

Ugh!

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(PLUNGER CLATTERING)

(BUS RUMBLING)

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(ENGINE STARTING)

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(♪♪♪)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(♪♪♪)

(JENNIFER BREATHING HEAVILY)

(♪♪♪)

Fuck off, Stevie.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(BRAD GRUNTING)

(♪♪♪)

You used to be a lot more fun.

(♪♪♪)

Gimme one of those.

Baby, it's not just tobacco I'm smokin'.

Fucking addict.

Look who's talking, drunken bitch.

(PUNCH SMACKING)

What do you expect?

Look how you and your brother turned out.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, we had such good role models.

I did my best.

Well, your best wasn't good enough, was it?

Fuck you.

You ruined my childhood.

I was just a baby when I had one.

Get off me!

(VAN THUDDING)

(MIKE GASPING)

I think we just hit someone.

We?

You're the one driving.

Fuck you.

I better go look.

Don't be stupid. How high are you?

Yeah, I thought so.

Let's go.

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(JENNIFER GRUNTING AND SOBBING)

(♪♪♪)

(HORN HONKING)

(♪♪♪)

Stop the bus!

Please! That's my friend's car.

I have his ticket!

(BRAKES HISSING)

(♪♪♪)

Get off.

(♪♪♪)

You bitch!

Both my sons are dead because of you.

My daughter's dead because of your son.

Your boyfriend went to join her and her father.

Mike?

Where's-- Where's Ken?

He's gone, too.

They all took the same one-way trip.

You-- you fuckin' bitch.

(GUN COCKING)

You're next.

Please.

Please don't.

Fuck you!

Just do it then. Just fucking do it.

I was there, you know, when your kid died.

(GUN CLICKING)

-(HEAD BUTTING) -(PUNCHES SMACKING)

(JENNIFER GRUNTING)

(ANNA CHOKING)

Just die, you cunt!

(ANNA CHOKING)

-(ANNA GRUNTING) -(JENNIFER SCREAMING)

(HEAD BUTTING)

(ANNA SCREAMING)

You tried to fuckin' choke me, you fuckin' bitch!

(JENNIFER CHOKING)

Say hello to the rest of your fuckin' family for me.

(JENNIFER GASPING)

-(BUS RUMBLING) -(ANNA WHIMPERING)

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(ANNA CRYING)

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(VAN WHOOSHING)

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(VAN RUMBLING)

(VAN WHOOSHING)

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(TRAIN CLANGING)