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(rocket ship clanking)

(light buzzing)
(tense electronic music)

(liquid fizzing)

(creepy breathing)

(intense electronic music)

(heart thumping)
(trees rustling)

(tense orchestral music)

(bushes rustling)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(gun blasting)
(bullets ricocheting)

(Clyde groaning)

- [Antonio] You think you
can hide from me? (echoes)

You won't get too far
now, warbler. (echoes)

Your wings are clipped. (echoes)

(steam hissing)
(fire crackling)

(soft dramatic music)

(finger tapping)

(handle squeaking)
(steam hissing)

(liquid bubbling)

(handle clicking)
(steam hissing)

(cloth scratching)

(handle squeaking)
(air hissing)

(jars clinking)

(footsteps pattering)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Ooh!

(both groaning)

Chased the whole ways, man.
Why are you bugging out?

(flashlight clattering)
(reel rattling)

Shh.
- Stop it.

- Ow, shh!
- Knock it off.

- Uh, look, don't you put
your fingers on my face.

Don't ever touch my face. All right?

- Ah, I'm good, okay? I'm cool, okay?

You keep it quiet way down. Way down.

(sirens wailing)
- What?

- We're under attack. Okay?

The day has finally come
and it's us against them.

- Is that for you? (exhales) Us?

- Possible.
- Cash.

- (exhales) Probable.
(Clyde sighing)

- All right!
(alcohol trickling)

- There's still a gate, so we have time

to empty the still. (breathes heavily)

Now you see, Cash, mm,
distilling is a no class felony,

which means it could just be
slap on the wrist for 20 years.

(handle squeaking)
Now, the cops show up,

all ready and ride with
their sirens blaring,

be ready to layering on the charges.

I'm over here with expired
registration right there.

I'm harboring a fugitive, mind you.

Our chimney's probably
not up to code either.

And we get some small town judge,

just trying to pin another
feather in his cap.

(sighs) There's a lot
of moving parts here.

Is that still draining?
- No, no, I shut it off.

- It's still open.
(handle squeaking)

What are you doing? We
need to clear this out.

They're already at the second gate.

- Look, it's less about the
shine and more about Lisa.

Apparently, it's illegal
to borrow someone's car

when they did not give
you said permission,

and you're legally not necessarily

married to, really, anymore.

- Cash, don't make us ram this gate too.

- She can't. Did you see what
that gate did to old Vicki?

She's hurting already.
- Just shut up.

You know what this means, right?

- No, I don't know what this means.

- Huh, Jesus Christ, I can't...

We'll finally make an arrest!

- I made an arrest before.

It's been a while, but I
had this one farm hand,

disgruntled, trying to get
back at his former boss.

Snuck all these raccoons
up into his attic.

Who cracked that case?

- You took her car again?
She's not your wife anymore.

- Well, that's why I just said "legally."

Let's not forget, I won that
car at the High River Casino,

and she doesn't need to drive
it every day of the week.

You know I've given it back every time,

but just this time, she wants
to call the goddamn police.

So now they're gonna throw
my sweet ass behind bars

just for doing nothing
but the same old thing

I do every time, not every time,

all the time, a lot, sometimes.

- So you're telling me
this has nothing to do

with the shine, just to you and the car?

- (sighs) They can't hear us.
The fuzz is down the road.

Stop whispering.
- Can't a man whisper

when he wants?
- Well, all right.

(breathes uneasily) It's a solid word,

(inhales and exhales) I'm
getting locked up this time.

They said last time was my last warning.

They said next time, which is this time,

I'm getting locked up.

- Where's the car?

- (sighs) It's sitting
in front of your gate.

- What?
- Which goes to show you,

it's less about the shine and more so

that they have a personal beef with me.

(Clyde scoffing)

But I gotta use the damn thing.

How else do you think
I get your groceries?

I can't just hopscotch out
here in the middle of Timbuktu.

- Well now I feel partially responsible.

- Unfortunately, yes.

(scoffs) Clyde, no offense,

but you should feel goddamn responsible.

Here I am busting my tail to get your milk

and your damn cantaloupe.

I had to go to an effing farmer's
market to get a ripe one.

That takes some talent.

- [Clyde] Yeah, you gotta knock on 'em.

- Yeah, you really gotta knock 'em.

(sighs) Gotta get that right thump.

Let me tell you something
about farmer's markets.

I do not like their high
and mighty goddamn attitude.

You sell fruit, big deal. "It's organic."

So what? It's overpriced.

Also, side note, but motivator,

Lisa's car has that nice interior,
the crushed velvet seats.

(inhales) It's a hard
thing to find. (exhales)

- You brought me my
cantaloupe in a stolen car?

- Borrowed car. Let's not confuse.

And, yes, it's in the
fridge with the milk.

Also, I did some gambling at the casino.

- Your money?
- Ah...

- My money.

And the orange juice?
- Your money.

Don't worry, I'm gonna get
you back. But see what I mean?

Here we are and all you're thinking about

is receiving of the orange juice.

You're very demanding on me.

I got milk. It's in the fridge.

- Cash, I asked you to grab two things,

orange juice and cantaloupe.

One of them you got right, but instead,

you bring me the feds and some milk?

- Pretty much.

(static feedback)
- Cash, we told you last time

that this time, we're gonna lock you up.

And, well, Cash, it's this time now.

- I mean, ah, we did say that.

- We told him.
- We did.

This time-
- Would be the time.

- That's right.

But you know, ah, you're pretty darn good

on that megaphone.

- Really?
- Yeah, you, ah,

you sound like one of
them, ah, intercom people

down at the grocery store.
(Deputy A chuckling)

- Oh, thank you.

- Hey, say, ah, "We'll be
closing in 10 minutes."

- Okay. (clears throat)

We'll be closing in 10 minutes.

Please bring all your
cantaloupes to check stand 7-4.

(static feedback)
Final purchase, thank you.

- You see? A personal beef
with me. (breathes uneasily)

(door clattering)
(soft guitar music)

And hell, I'm sorry I
brought this to you doorstep.

- Well, it's all right. Look,
I just wanna clear things up.

I'm not upset about the juice.

Milk's fine. I like milk too.

- But you like orange juice better.

- Yeah. Well, don't worry about it.

Hey, it's not like they're gonna be able

to keep you locked up forever.

- Hell, you're right.

Can't keep the Cash man locked up forever.

I picked up the green for
tomorrow night's delivery.

Prepaid, which he normally
doesn't like to do.

The usual is COD, cash
on delivery. You get me?

But he went ahead and
agreed to pay me first,

trusting I was a standup
guy, a standup dude.

(breathes uneasily) And here
I went and messed up years

of my professional reputation. (inhales)

And look, he needs his booze

for this big shindig he's throwing down.

- Okay, well look, it's
not completely your fault.

What's the shindig?
- Yes, it is my fault.

I knew I shouldn't have won that car.

I should have taken the cash.

But now I've left you in a tough spot.

And I don't know what shindig.

Nobody tells me about
these things anymore.

One day, I'm in the middle of a scene,

Lisa in one arm, a drink in the other.

Next day, I'm just
hearing about the shindig

and two drinks in both
arms. (inhales and exhales)

And Clyde, I hate to do this
to you, (breathes uneasily)

but you're gonna have to
make the delivery tomorrow.

Seven o'clock at the fairgrounds.
Do you know the place?

- Yeah, I know the spot, but
tomorrow? (breathes uneasily)

Look, I don't really like
to go out right before dark.

Uh, Cash. I, I don't go out. I can't.

- I know, I know, I know. You
don't like to go out at all.

It's Manly. He's one heck
of a guy to stand up.

Would not take too kindly
to goin' home empty-handed.

Disappoint him, he'd
let the whole town know.

That kid never shuts up.

He's vindictive. I should know.

Hell, he ran over my bike with a tractor

'cause I snuck into his
cigarettes, and I'm his cousin.

(Cash breathing uneasily)

2,400 in the bank minus
the milk and cantaloupe

and the $517 you loan me at the casino.

Don't worry, I'll get you
back. You know I'm due.

24 bottles, the top-shelf stuff.

(soft dramatic music)

Now, I gotta get this straightened out.

(Cash slurping)
(alcohol trickling)

Uh! You, you need to make
that delivery tomorrow.

It's our reputation as
businessmen on the line. (exhales)

(door creaking)
All right.

Coming out, unarmed. For real this time.

Now remember, all this fuss is over a car.

Hello, boys.

(force chittering)

(footsteps pattering)

(door slamming)

(insects chittering)

(soft guitar music)

(toolbox tapping)
(gate rattling)

(eerie electronic music)

(timer clicking)

(watch scraping)

(lid creaking)

(bird squawking)

(timer clicking)

(field rustling)

(tense electronic music)

(bird shrieking)

(Clyde groaning)

(insects chittering)

(watch clattering)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps pattering)
(fence rattling)

(engine humming)

(window whirring)
- How are ya, Doc?

- Hello, Clyde.
(Clyde coughing)

That's a nasty cough you've got there.

- Sure it'll clear up.

- Why don't you come in
and see me at the office?

You should get a looked at.
- What can I do for you, Doc?

- Well, I just thought I'd stop by

to remind you about tomorrow.

It's Ms. Annie's big night.

She told me to personally
remind you you had to be there.

That's why I'm stopping by.

- Really don't get out much.

- Look, all I'm asking is
you come in for a short time.

You don't even have to stay for dinner.

(timer clicking)
- All right, Doc.

Look, I gotta get going.

Anything else I can do for ya?

- Since I'm here.

(jars clinking)

(insects chittering)

You know, Ms. Annie won't let
me sip a drop in the house.

That's why I keep it out back.

(Doc laughing)
(Clyde laughs and coughs)

Ah.

(engine humming)

I worry about you, Clyde,
out here all alone.

Look, at least let me
write you a prescription

for that cough.

I could do it tomorrow night at the party.

- We'll see.
(fence rattling)

Better get back, Doc.
Annie will start to worry.

- Oh, exactly right young
man. She does worry.

(fence clattering)

(eerie electronic music)

(Clyde coughing)

(door clicks and creaks)
(Clyde coughing)

(door thudding)
(soft dramatic music)

(toolbox tapping)

(tool belt clattering)

(Clyde coughing continues)

(Clyde groaning)

(sack rustling)

(broom scrapes and taps)

(door clicking)

(Clyde coughing continues)

(lid twisting)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(pencil scratching)

(soft dramatic music)

(pencil tapping)

(sickle clattering)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(insects chittering)

(door thudding)

(birds chirping)

(eerie electronic music)

(trees rustle and creak)

(bird shrieking)

(birds chirping)

(insects chittering)

(flashlight creaking)

(bushes rustling)

(footsteps pattering)

(bushes rustling)

(water sloshing)

(Clyde inhales and exhales)

(water dripping)

(knife clicking)

(knife rustling)

- Hey, you.

(soft dramatic music)

(footsteps pattering)

(door creaking)

(eerie electronic music)

(sickle clattering)

(pencil scraping)

(pencil scratching)

(sickle scraping)

(insects chittering)

(birds chirping)

(eerie electronic music)

I say there could be issues.

I believe there could be more.

(clock ticking)

(lights clank and buzz)

(door clicks and thuds)

(reel and flashlight clattering)

(door clicking)

(soft dramatic music)

(door clicks and thuds)

(clock ticking)

Oh, that looks good.

All right.
(flashlight tapping)

(hand knocking)

Nice.
(knife scraping)

(cantaloupe squelching)

(spoon scraping)

(ice cream plopping)

(Clyde slurping)

(Clyde sighs and slurps)

(Clyde inhaling)

(bowl tapping)

(lid scraping)

(switch clicking)
(record player whirring)

(record scraping)

(record crackling)

(mellow rock music)

(tense electronic music)

(soft dramatic music)

What do you say? You
still be here if I go?

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Forever ♪

(eerie electronic music)

(insects chittering)

(lights buzzing)

(metal clattering)

(insects chittering)

(creepy breathing)

(building creaking)

(creepy breathing continues)

(tense electronic music)

(glass tapping)

(Clyde exhaling)

(capo clicking)

(Clyde inhales and exhales)

(soft guitar music)

♪ I don't care if rains or freezes ♪

♪ Long as I got plastic Jesus ♪

♪ Sittin' on the dashboard of my car ♪

♪ Going 90 ain't so scary
'cause I got the Virgin Mary ♪

♪ Sittin' on dashboard of my car ♪

♪ I'm in the backseat sinnin',
Jesus up there grinnin' ♪

♪ Sittin' on dashboard of my car ♪

♪ Green, white, pink or yellow ♪

♪ I don't care to please my fella ♪

♪ Sittin' on the dashboard of my car ♪

(Clyde inhales and exhales)

(eerie electronic music)
(Clyde swallowing)

(glass tapping)

(watch clicking)

(watch and flashlight thudding)

(blankets rustling)

(footsteps pattering)

(object clatters and thuds)

(tense orchestral music)

(bottle scraping)

(cap twisting)

(door clicking)

(insects chittering)

- [Nancy] It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(house creaking)

- [Speaker] Oh, hi.

(intense electronic music)
(Clyde gasping)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(soft dramatic music)

(watch scraping)

- (inhales and exhales) I
can do it in three hours.

(clothes rustling)

(button clicking)
(fly zipping)

(coat rustling)

(shoes rustling)

(fingers rubbing)

(notepad tapping)
(pen clicking)

(pen scratching)

(paper tearing)
(cash rustling)

(paper folding)

(insects chittering)

(birds chirping)

(door creaking)

(jars clinking)

(cover rustling)

Hello, my old friend.

(trunk clicking)

(jars clinking)

(trunk thudding)
(key scraping)

(engine humming)

(door thudding)

(insects chittering)

(engine humming)

(stick shift thudding)

(rear view mirror creaking)

(stick shift clanking)

(engine humming)

(soft dramatic music)

(creepy breathing)

(engine humming)

(engine humming)

(eerie electronic music)

(plane whirring)

(woman laughing)

- [Woman] You know when you're
sleeping and you don't know

your weight or where you are.

(engine humming)

- Hey, how about you and me...

(key pad clicking)

- That's a change.

(people chattering)

(birds chirping)

(water trickling)

(tires scraping)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(sighs) So that's how it's gonna be, huh?

Oh, geez, you can't just go swerving

around the road like that.
(inhales and exhales)

Get it together, man.
(inhales and exhales)

(group chattering)

- And you leave me out
time and time again.

- Antonio and my friends are in there

and I'm trying to go in there-

- [Man] Our, our friends are in there too.

Don't you think I wanna be in there?

Don't you think I deserve to be in there?

- [Man 2] Listen, you need
to get your anger together

and wait there, okay?

- Oh, I'll wait here.
I'll wait right here.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

(eerie electronic music)

(door thudding)

(engine humming)

- Clyde! Hey, Clyde!

Clyde, where you going, boy?

Hey, Clyde! Ah!

(tires scraping)

Clyde.

Well, I'll be. You made it.

Now, now this is a surprise.

Here, you can park right there, my boy.

(creepy breathing)

- Just go in there, say
howdy, that you can't stay.

(Clyde sighing)
(ignition clicking)

(door clicking)

Howdy, Doc.
- Clyde.

Come on in. Come on.

Keep moving there, boy.
It's good to see you, mm?

- Yep.
- Ms. Annie

will be thrilled that you are here.

- Look, Doc, I really can't stay long.

- Nonsense. Not to worry, huh?

Everything will stay just
as you left it. Okay?

Here we go.

(guests chattering)
Annie, come here.

- Oh. Why, hello.

Oh, let me hear that.

(tense electronic music)

- (coughs) Look, I'm just passing through.

I really can't stay.
- Did you hear that?

Oh, you've gotta get that treated.

- I think it sounds like that...

- Oh, the heck you say.
It certainly does not.

Clyde, you could be a
death's door for all we know.

Do you get enough fruit and vegetables?

- As many as I can.

(intense electronic music)

- Woo-hoo!
(guest applauding)

(guests chattering)
Oh, nonsense.

Oh. Victor here is an artist.

He's our town painter.

He's got a show next week.

Oh, this is what? Your fourth show now.

Oh. Ah, let's see here now.

You must be...

(group chattering)

Oh, Diane is our veterinarian.

I want her to hear your
cough. Let's hear it.

(Clyde coughing)

Doesn't it sound bad?

Alvin seems to think it's better,

but I think it sounds awful.

(guests chattering)

Now where is Arthur? Where is he?

No, let's see. Let's see.

Did I tell you I'm directing
the Lord Douglas stories?

- I can't stay.
(distorted voices)

(guests chattering)

I can't stay.
- Oh, don't say that.

Don't say that. He's not ready to go.

Oh, Mary, Mary.

(door thudding)

(guests chattering)

- Hello.
- What?

- What?
- Hello.

- Hi. Ah, do you come
to these things often?

- No, no.
(doors scraping)

- Ah, no. Not really.

- Neither.

I would introduce myself, but
I'm exhausted saying my name.

(door clattering)
(Clyde exhaling)

- Saw you crossing the street.

I really should get going though.

- Okay, so you already know
that I'm the wayward daughter

of Victor, the famous town painter.

(window creaking)

Whenever I come to these
things, everyone thinks

I won't be happy till I
move here to live, nerves.

(eerie electronic music)

I'm sorry. You probably love this town.

It, it's a lovely, sleepy
town. I, I just, I don't...

- Ah, it's all right, I, I live in town,

so can sleep all at once.

- (chuckles) Oh good, um...

- Look, I should, ah, go.
- Do you wanna get some air?

I just, I'll walk you to your car.

I just need a second. You know?

A good excuse before I get married off.

(doors scraping)
- There you are.

Okay, come along with me. Here we go, yes.

No, no questions.

(guests chattering)
(glasses clinking)

Right in there. You weren't followed?

- Of course not.
- Look, Doc,

I really should be going.
- My boy, would you stop that?

Now, now, just, just stay here
for a few minutes. All right?

Here, one drink and then
you can be on your way. Hmm?

- Sure.
- (inhales) You know, Clyde,

I've had a, a revelation of sorts lately,

and, and it, it seems to me
I always feel a bit better

after a nip or two of your, your spirits.

Wouldn't you agree, Clyde?

- I'm sure that any stiff drink

would make you feel the same.
- But you see now

that is where you are wrong.

There is something I
find indescribable about,

about these particular bottles
that are somehow different.

And, I, I, I, I've known
you for, for, for what now?

40 years? Yeah, yes, I,
I, I believe that's right.

Well since...

(soft dramatic music)

Point being for every
bottle I bought from you,

every incredible drink, every new job,

you, my boy, have never changed.

(alcohol trickling)
And I don't mean in any way

of personality because you
have always been Clyde,

but you have always looked
to be the same age, Clyde.

Hmm? 40 years and not a single wrinkle.

Now, now either my eyes are
failing me and I'm losing it,

even with these glasses here,

or, or you somehow have cheated time.

You, you cheated the
gravity of life, somehow.

But as a man of science,
I, I find that very hard

to be the case.

- Doc, it's the mountain air.

You know it. Just the fresh mountain air.

- Hmm.
(glass scraping)

To you, Clyde, and well,
ah, fresh mountain air.

(Clyde sips and sighs)

- (sips) Wow.

This is, this is really good. (chuckles)

- Mm.
- Wait a second.

Did you make this?

- Look, Doc, thanks for the drink, but...

- We know, we know. You have to go.

He made this, didn't he?
- Mm-hmm.

- (inhales) You're interesting.

How far out of town are you?

Say if I wanted some,
how could I get this?

- Well, you just take the old road south

about 30 minutes out of town,
ah, just past mile marker 12.

It'll be the first gate on your left.

- Come on.

- Now it would be
ungentlemanly not to answer

the young lady's question.

Besides, you could use some
conversation now and then.

Ah, and, Clyde, before you rush back out

to this very important
place you intend to go,

I have a photo I wanna show
you of us some time ago.

- I gotta get going, Doc.

- Hold a breath for, for, for,
for nostalgia's sake. Hmm?

Let's see. It's gotta be here somewhere.

I, I just saw it.
(items clattering)

- Of you two?

- Yes, ah, very anxious
man you find next to you

and, and myself almost 30 years ago.

- I'm sorry, but how old are you?

You couldn't even be 30 years old.

- I'll be, he's well passed 30.

- Look, I appreciate the
hospitality, Doc, but my time's up.

- [Doc] Got it.

- He cracked.

- (sighs) Strange boy.

(photo rustling)

First time I've seen him with
other people in much too long.

(Clyde inhales and exhales)
(door thudding)

- Okay, you still got
time. You can make it.

(keys jangling)
(engine humming)

(bright rock music)

(traffic whirring)

(engine humming)

(siren wailing)

(door clicks and thuds)

(tense electronic music)

(fingers tapping)

(window whirring)

- Excuse me. Did you see
that stop sign back there?

- What? Ah, no, sir.

- And did you know that
your tags are expired?

'Cause they are.
- What?

- And your rear tire pressure's low.

- You sure?
- I'm gonna need see

your license and registration.

- Officer, I'm gonna be honest.

I, ah, haven't driven the car in a while.

(camera clicking)

- [Officer] Get out of the car.

- I mean, is that really necessary?

- Get out of the car!

(door clicking)

I am so sick of you kids
passing these fake IDs.

Just, just, just put
your hands on the hood

while I figure this out.

What do you have all
these flashlights for?

What is this for?
- Just in case,

in case the headlights go out.

- Look, technically I can't arrest you

for too many flashlights
and low tire pressure,

but on the other hand, for
expired tag and a fake ID?

For that, I can write you
a stern ticket with a fine.

Now you just stand right
there while I find a pen.

(pen clicking)

- [Manly] I have a pen.

- Oh, hey, Manley. Thank you.

Hey, watch him, would you?

I like to write tickets on
the hood of my old Vicki.

- Sure thing. Is he dangerous?

- Could be. Could very well be.

Has all those flashlights.

- Ah, now, is there something
that maybe you don't want

the deputy to find out about?

Maybe something for me?

- It's in the trunk.

- What's in the trunk?

Come on now. What's in the trunk?

- (coughs) Just, just more flashlights.

- Well, goddamn.

What, why do you have so
many goddamn flashlights?

(Clyde coughing)

- Are you, are you selling
illegal flashlights?

Manly, are you buying illegal flashlights?

- Illegal flashlights?
- Yes, illegal flashlights.

- (chuckles) Ah, no, look.

I'm not buying illegal
flashlights. There's no such thing.

- You got money on that, buster?

- What?
- Do you?

- No...(chattering)
(Clyde groaning)

(creepy breathing)
(Manly and officer chattering)

(Clyde coughing)
(Creepy breathing)

- Come on. (chattering)

- What?
(officer chattering)

(creepy breathing continues)
(Clyde coughing)

Just swallowed a bug or something.

- You, open, open this trunk.

(Manly and officer chattering)

(creepy breathing continues)
Open the trunk.

Come on. Get up.

(Clyde coughing)

(keys jangling)

(Clyde coughing)

That is a real awful cough you got there.

You should get that looked at.

(key scraping)

(Clyde coughing)

(keys jangling)
- Any available deputies?

Do you copy?

We have a 7-1-9er, livestock
on a public sidewalk.

John John Junior is riding his
bull down Main Street, over.

(Clyde coughing)
- 1604 en route.

Code three, over.
(static buzzing)

(bright orchestral music)

Goddamn, why can't I get a moment's peace?

Who even gave him that bull?

(Clyde coughing)

Sign here. It's not admission of guilt.

It's just saying you'll show
up in court on September 3rd.

(Clyde gasping)

(ticket rustling)

(Clyde coughing)
(tense electronic music)

Wait.

Thanks for the pen.
(Clyde coughing)

(door clicking)

- Say hello to John John for me.

(engine rumbling)

(siren wailing)

(sighs) Now where is that good
for nothing cousin of mine?

- (coughs) What?
- Is he dead?

- No, he's in jail. (coughs)
- Oh.

Manly, Manly, McCree. Pleased to meet you.

- Clyde. (coughs)
(hands slapping)

- Oh, now there's a coincidence.

You see, my grandfather,
God rest his soul.

- I didn't know he passed.

Sorry to hear that. When?

- When? (laughs)
(Clyde coughing)

I like that. Shows you care.

2013, that's when.

So, you know, I've had some
time to really process it.

Really take it in. Why,
did he owe you money?

(chuckles) Kidding.

My grandfather used to work
for a fella named Clyde

in a similar line of business.
(Clyde coughing)

Well, come on. Don't be shy.

Let's do this.
(trunk clicking)

(tense electronic music)

(exhales) That's the stuff.

- Yep.

(water burbling)

(Clyde coughing)

(trunk thudding)
(birds chirping)

(eerie electronic music)

(engine humming)

(tense orchestral music)

(insects chittering)

(engine humming)

(Clyde coughing)

(Clyde groaning)

(creepy breathing)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(switch clicking)

(Clyde coughing)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(pencil scratching)

(creepy breathing)

(switch clicking)

(eerie electronic music)

(switch clicking)

(wind howling)

(pen scrapes and clicks)

(pen scratching)

(wind whistling)

(footsteps pattering)

(wind howling)

(snow crunching)

(string rustling)

(footsteps pattering)

(wind whistling)

(trees creaking)

(string creaking)

(tense orchestral music)

(creepy breathing)
(Clyde gasping)

(creepy breathing)

(creepy breathing continues)

(flashlight tapping)
(Clyde gasping)

(creepy breathing continues)

(Clyde groaning)

(trees creaking)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(creepy breathing continues)

(birds chirping)

(insects chittering)

(engines humming)

(mellow rock music)

(birds chirping)

(insects buzzing)
(door clicks and thuds)

- Dad? Dad, I think I
left my phone in your car.

(tense electronic music)

- I could be moving here for a month!

I will need more.

(door thudding)

I made it.
(object whacking)

You have no idea what I could be!

I can fly! I can be more
than you ever imagined!

(object whacking)
I will be more!

(object whacking)
- Oh.

Ah!

(door clicks and slams)

(engine rumbling)

(object whacking)

(insects chittering)

(eerie electronic music)

(engine humming)

(Amelia breathing uneasily)

(engine humming)

(water bubbling)
(Amelia breathes heavily)

(engine humming)

(door clicks and thuds)

(Amelia whimpering)

(Amelia breathing heavily)

(Amelia panting)

(creepy breathing)

(headlights buzzing)

(trees creaking)
(Amelia breathes uneasily)

(creepy breathing)

(intense electronic music)

(hands thudding)
(Amelia screams and gasps)

(ghosts shrieking)

(water burbling)

No!

(trees creaking)

Clyde! Clyde!

Clyde!

- You need to go inside right now.

(ghosts shrieking continues)

- [Amelia] Oh!

(Amelia whimpering)

What was that?
- What in the world

are you doing out here?

Did they touch you?

- (breathes uneasily) He's dead.

- Wait, dead? Who's dead?

- My dad. He, he just killed him.

- Okay. Hold on a moment.

Who killed who?

- My, Antonio killed my dad.

I, I just walked in and...(coughs)

(ghosts shrieking)

(house creaking)

(Amelia gasping)

What is that?

- Just calm down all
right? Did they touch you?

- I need to call the
police. Where's your phone?

- It's over there. On the wall.

- Amelia, wait. Did they touch you?

(dial tone humming)

(creepy whispering)

(receiver clattering)

(Clyde breathing uneasily)

Oh, boy.

(eerie electronic music)

(dial tone beeping)

- [Operator] The customer
you're trying to reach

is not available.

Please call back. 1982.

The customer you're trying
to reach is not available.

(Clyde breathes uneasily)
Please call back.

(heart thumping)

(water burbling)

(clock ticking)

(tense electronic music)

(Amelia coughing)

(distorted whispering)

(Clyde gasping)

(Clyde breathing uneasily)

(insects chittering)

(birds chirping)

- Oh boy.

(vines squish and rustle)

(door clicking)
(vine rustling)

(keys jangling)

(ignition clicking)

What? (breathes uneasily)

Great.

(door thudding)

(door creaking)

(tense orchestral music)

(vines rustling)

My God. It's a lot of moving parts.

(vines squishing)

(creepy vocalizing)

(Amelia coughing)

(gate clattering)

(chain jangling)

(creepy vocalizing)

(cover scraping)

(Amelia gasps and coughs)

(Amelia breathing heavily)

Amelia, you need to rest.

- Oh, my dad. (gasps)

I need to get back. What do I do?

- You need to calm down
or you're gonna die.

All right. It's okay.

You're safe.
(clock ticking)

Now tell me what happened
last night. Just try.

- Fuck. (breathes uneasily)

I just walked back in, I...

I just walked back in. (breathes uneasily)

Antonio had hit my dad and,
but he just kept hitting him

and hitting him over and over
again. (breathes uneasily)

I left as fast as I could.

I don't know the town at all,

so I couldn't find the police station.

And I had no idea how far
Antonio was behind me.

I don't know anybody. (breathes uneasily)

I was just supposed to
visit. (breathes uneasily)

I know Doc, but Antonio had been there

and he would've found me, and so...

- So you came here.

- I'm just so confused.

(Amelia coughing)

You said, (coughs)

you said I'm going to
die. (breathes uneasily)

Why am I going to die, Clyde?

- Amelia, there's no
easy way to explain this.

Frankly, I haven't for 40 years,

but we find ourselves here now, so,

yes, you're gonna die
if you don't stay calm.

There's things we can do to help you.

But right now, right now, you're safe.

Those things last night, those figures,

shadows, opaque objects,
I call them the Closers.

And I've been around here long enough

to know that they touched
you and that ain't good.

(eerie electronic music)

(exhales) Look, there's
some things that we can do

to save you, but you
weren't awake to choose.

There's a price that comes with it.

- What is it?

- It's the only thing that's
gonna save you right now.

The Closers touched you, which means

they're connected to you like me.

They're attached.

Now you can drink from their
spring. You'll feel better.

Hell, you'll feel the best
you've felt in your whole life.

You'll be healed.

(inhales) But then you won't
be able to leave this place

for more than a few hours.

Yesterday, left for three
hours and 17 minutes,

and, well, you can see how angry they got.

Amelia, I need you to trust me.

Do you wanna live?

(Amelia exhales and inhales)

- [Amelia] What is it?

- It's more time.

(Clyde inhales and exhales)

It's more time.

Now you're gonna have to believe me

because that's the only
way that any of this

is gonna make sense.

Now, Amelia, do you believe me?

I appreciate that.

(inhales) Now there is a
certain spring in these woods.

A spring that holds power
of many miraculous things.

And those figures, those
Closers, they come from there.

They exist from that water.

(inhales) And I haven't
seen them this bad since,

well once a long time ago.

Um, they touched you,

which means they are pulling your life

and putting it back into the spring.

The point is that you have to
make a choice before night,

because once it gets dark,
they could be anywhere.

They exist in the shadows, in the dark.

That's why...

Try calling the police for you

they got to the lines first.

Look, if you decide to
drink, it's in the still,

in the, the shed out back.

(Clyde exhaling)

You should never have come
here at night, Amelia,

- Why do you stay? (inhales)
Why don't you just leave?

- See, ah, I can't leave.

(soft dramatic music)

(insects chittering)

(Clyde groaning)

(Clyde laughing)
(substance squishing)

(Clyde groaning)

(substance squishing)
(Clyde groans and screams)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(Clyde screaming)
(blood trickling)

(Clyde groaning)

Ah! (coughs)

(Clyde gasping)

(creepy breathing)

(Clyde groaning)

(creepy breathing)

(Clyde groaning)

(creepy breathing continues)

(Closers shrieking)

(Clyde groaning)

(water splashes and bubbles)

(tense electronic music)

(water burbling)

Am I gonna die or stay? (gasps)

(water splashing)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

I feel like I have to protect
the spring. Keep it hidden.

I don't know what power
that spring might hold

more than it already does.

What the Closers might
do if they're exposed

to the rest of the world.

I don't wanna find out.

And I sure as hell don't
wanna be the one responsible.

So I stay every day alone.

(soft dramatic music)

- We don't know that if I
drank it that I'll be like you.

(inhales) Maybe you haven't used enough.

- I don't think it works like that.

- But you don't know. We could try.

(inhales) I wanna live.

(Clyde inhales and exhales)

- Okay then.
(door thudding)

(insects chittering)

(Amelia coughs and breathes heavily)

(soft dramatic music)

My wife died 40 years ago. Doc was right.

I haven't aged a day since.

You know, she planned for
us to travel the world.

She painted a plane on the back of my car.

Said we wouldn't need cars
where we was going, just planes.

The first time in my life,
I didn't wanna be alone.

First time in my life I
wasn't. Then she was gone.

I was set on drinking myself to death.

And I walked into those woods

and that's when the spring saved me.

(door clattering)

(birds chirping)

(Amelia coughing)

(bag rustling)

(door clicks and creaks)

This, this right here is life.

(car engine humming)

(Amelia breathing uneasily)

(exhales) It's a dark car.

- Does, does it have a missing headlight?

- Missing headlight?
- Yes.

Yes, ah, on the left. Is it there?

- Ah, no.

No left headlight.
(Amelia whimpering)

- Oh my God. He found me. (whimpers)

(tense orchestral music)

Oh my...(sobbing)

- Get in.
(Amelia coughing)

All right, go.

Stay here. Stay down.

(Amelia whimpering)
Keep quiet.

You're gonna be all right.
(Amelia breathing heavily)

Hey, quiet.

(door thudding)

(lock clicking)

(insects chittering)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(footsteps tapping)

(cloth rubbing)

(trees rustling)

(bird shrieking)

- [Antonio] Yeah?

- Pardon?

(Antonio chattering)

- Say that again!

- [Antonio] Can I, ah, climb the fence?

- Clip the bench?
- What?

- What bench?

- [Antonio] A bench?

- Yeah, what you said!

- [Antonio] No.

- What bench?

- [Antonio] May I climb the fence?

- Oh, the fence.

- [Antonio] Yes, sir.

- [Clyde] Yeah, not,
not really a good time.

- [Antonio] Thank you.

(tense electronic music)

(boots tapping)

(paper tearing)

(Amelia breathing uneasily)

- [Amelia] Oh, no.

(insects chittering)

- I apologize. I must have
thought you were saying "bench."

- (chuckles) That's one heck
of a fence you got there.

Lot of locks.

You, ah, trying to keep something out?

- Out here, never seem to know

what's coming up the driveway.
- Oh, sure.

You know, ah, not all would ask to climb.

(bird shrieking)
- That's for sure.

- (inhales and exhales) You know, I, ah,

on the drive out here, I
couldn't help but notice

a wild overpopulation of Steller jays.

(breathes uneasily) You ever notice that?

Does that bother you?

- No, I don't believe it does.

- Hmm.

Ah, might I-
- I was, (exhales) sorry.

- Yo, well can I-
- Normally...

- Hey.
- (sighs) You were saying?

- Ah, no, I was just gonna
ask if I might get your name.

(exhales) See, ah, we're
looking for our friend.

- You are?
- Yeah.

I stopped by Doc's last night.

He said you might've seen her.

- Is that, ah, is that so?

- It is. (chuckles)

Now you are Clyde and you were
at Doc's party last night.

- Yeah, I'm Clyde, but, ah,

huh, I remember talking to lots of people,

none more than any others.

What was her name?

- Her name's Amelia. You know Doc Heinlin?

- Yeah, yeah, I know
her, ah, him. I know Doc.

Well, I think I might also know Amelia.

- So you know her?
- Well, briefly.

Not really.

- So you don't know her?
- No, I know her.

(Amelia breathes heavily)
Briefly, like I said.

Met her, but I know Doc more.

Ah, see, Antonio, I,
ah, I know Doc the most.

That's why I was invited
to his party and all.

We go back years.

Amelia, on the other
hand, I mean, we just met.

Barely remember. Why are you, ah, friends?

- Oh, you know, very close.

See we were quite worried. She
didn't come home last night.

And well, ah, tell you the truth,

we ain't seen her at all today.

- You are?

- Antonio. But you already
knew that. (chuckles)

- Ah, well, no. Let's do it with that one.

- Sorry, I haven't seen
her. Have a good day.

Look, ah, best of luck and
all. I hope she turns up.

- Thank you.

Yeah, I guess I might
be moving on. (echoes)

Say, ah, you must be a
pretty hard-pressed man,

all this land to tend to.

Always something to accomplish.

Like maybe fix that first gate up there.

Couldn't help but notice a car.

Looks like someone may have wandered in.

(Amelia breathes heavily)
- Yeah, gotta get on that.

We have some other, ah,

some other projects to tend to first.

You know, I always got something to do.

- [Antonio] Oh, I bet you have.

- Take care now.

(tense orchestral music)
(Amelia breathes heavily)

- Thank you, Clyde.
(knife stabbing)

(Amelia gasping)

(flesh squelching)
(Clyde groaning)

(body thudding)
Is she in here?

- No. No, she's not. (groans)

(barrel clattering)

- Where is she?
- Please, stop.

- Okay. Okay.

- (groans) Please stop.

- Where is she, warbler?
(knife tapping)

Where's my birdie?
(Clyde coughing)

Huh?
- Oh, I don't know.

- Huh? I can't hear you.

- I don't know!
- Oh, you don't know?

(Amelia whimper)
Ah!

(barrel clattering)

Oh. What is this?

A moonshiner. (gasps) A
man of homemade spirits.

I like it. (laughs)

Now, ooh.
(Clyde groaning)

(chuckles) You gonna die anyhow,

so a, a bullet sure ain't
the defining factor here.

(Clyde coughing)
(blood spurting)

Now, ah, tell me, warbler.
(hand slapping)

Where's my birdie?

- Ah, in the wood behind you. In the wood!

- Behind me?
- Kick it!

- What wood? Huh?

(Amelia breathing heavily)
Oh.

(wood clattering)
Oh.

Oh. What do we have here?

I'm getting warmer

(door clattering)
Ah, oh, ah.

(boards clattering)
(Antonio grunting)

(boards clattering)

(Antonio grunting)

Tweet, tweet!
(clothes tearing)

(Antonio grunting)

(items clattering)

(clothes tearing)
- No! (groans)

(intense orchestral music)

- Ah.
(gun cocking)

(gun blasting)
(bullets ricocheting)

(eerie electronic music)

- [Clyde] Need you to settle down.

This one spring saved me. (echoes)

(Amelia breathing uneasily)

(heart thumping)

(tense orchestral music)
(gun cocking)

- (grunts) I'm gonna kill you!

No!
(jars shattering)

No! Ah!

(Antonio breathing angrily)

(insects chittering)

- Amelia.
(Antonio shouting)

(gun blasting)
(bird squawking)

(Antonio shouting)

(Clyde groaning)

- Okay, here.
(flashlight clattering)

Here. Take this.

Shine it at the Closers.

(gun blasting)
- Run.

(Antonio shouting)

(water bubbling)

(Clyde groaning)

- Amelia.

(gun blasting)

(bushes rustling)

(bullet whooshing)

(Clyde groaning)

(bullet whooshing)
(Clyde gasping)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(bullet whooshing)
(Clyde groaning)

(eerie electronic music)

(distorted voice)

- Get up, get up.
- It's all about

the Big, bad wolf, Antonio!

Look at you crawling.

(gun blasting)
(high-pitch ringing)

(footsteps pattering)

(intense orchestral music)

(trees creaking)
(bushes rustling)

Tweet, tweet!

Here little birdie, birdie,
birdie, birdie, birdie!

Come out, come out wherever you are!

Or I'll huff and I'll puff
and I'll blow your house down!

(gun blasting)
(flesh squelching)

- Ah. (groans)

- (laughs) Ah.

Oh, you won't get too far now, warbler.

Your wings are clipped. Ah.

- Stop calling me that.

- I hear you, warbler.
(Clyde groaning)

- Why don't you sit on it
with all that bird stuff?

I'm a man. Stop calling me that.

You're shooting at a person.

- But you are a warbler, are you not?

(Clyde breathes heavily)
(trees creaking)

(creepy breathing)

Who's out there? You think you
can scare the big, bad wolf?

(Antonio laughing)

(trees creaking continues)

(Antonio laughing)
(Clyde breathing heavily)

(Clyde groaning)

- I'm right here!

(intense electronic music)
(creepy breathing)

(gun cocking)
(trees creaking)

(juice splashing)
(Antonio screaming)

- Oh, my eyes!

- Your eyes? How about your goddamn ribs?

(kick whacking)
(Antonio groaning)

- (groans) Cash.

- Huh? Uh.

(gun clicks and clatters)

(Cash exhaling)

Well, hell, (exhales) that
was your orange juice.

- Amelia?

- Who?
- This girl I'm met.

Ah, she's still out there somewhere?

- (chuckles) You sly, chiseled sheep dog.

(Clyde groaning)
(hand patting)

Oh.
(gun clattering)

(fist whacking)
Uh!

- Her name's Amelia.
- Like the Earhart?

- What? Amelia?

- Look at us, both in relationships.

Lisa bailed me outta jail.
I knew she would, man.

She effing loves me. (chuckles)

And I agreed we could both use the car.

(Closers shrieking)
(tense electronic music)

(water burbling)

(water bubbling)

What in the hell is wrong with this guy?

- I don't know, man.

He just showed up all freaky-deaky on us.

(trees creaking)
- (sighs) Long day?

- Lot of moving parts.
- Yeah.

(Closers shrieking)
(smoke rustling)

- Cash!
- Help!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, fuck!

Help, hey, Clyde!
(gun blasting)

(trees creaking)

(Clyde grunting)

(Antonio groaning)
(fist whacking)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(barrel clicking)

- Ah!

(gun blasting)
(Clyde groaning)

(soft dramatic music)
(trees creaking)

Are you kidding me? (groans)

(belt jangling)

(Clyde groaning)

Come here. (groans)

(trees creaking)
(Clyde coughing)

Amelia? Ah.

Amelia?

Amelia? (groans)

(bushes rustling)

Amelia. (groans)

Amelia. (breathes heavily)

Amelia. (groans)

- You're wounded. (groans)

I'm sorry. (groans)

(blood spurting)
- That's not good.

(both groaning)

Come on.

(both groaning)

We're almost there. Ah just keep moving.

(both groaning)

(trees creaking)

(eerie electronic music)

(water burbling)

Right at the top of that hill.

Ah!

(both groaning)

Come on.
- Come on.

We can make it.

(both groaning)

It's on this hill?
(trees creaking)

Okay. What, what is that?

- Yes. Right here

(Closers shrieking)

(bushes rustling)

(Clyde groaning)
- Oh!

Clyde!
(creepy breathing)

(Clyde groaning)
Clyde!

Clyde!

- Maybe I should stop.
Look, I finally understand.

I just want a life back. Let me go.

I just couldn't leave this place and live.

(groans) Now let me go.

(soft dramatic music)

- Clyde. (echoes)

Clyde! (echoes) Clyde.

Clyde. (echoes) Clyde.

- I'm sorry.

- (kisses) It's okay.

(tense electronic music)
- Clyde!

Clyde!

Clyde, Clyde!
(Closers shrieking)

(trees creaking)
Clyde!

(Amelia groaning)

(water burbling)

(distorted voices)

(water splashing)

(Clyde gasping)

(intense orchestral music)

(water burbling)

(Clyde groaning)

(water burbling)

(Closers shrieking)
(Clyde groaning)

(water burbling)

(Clyde groaning)

(gun cocking)

- Well, hello, birdie.

(spring whooshing)

(rock scraping)
- Tweet, tweet, uh!

- Oh!
(Closers shrieking)

(Antonio screaming)
(Closers shrieking)

(wind howling)

(arm pattering)

(water bubbling)

(water bubbling)

(water spraying)

(soft dramatic music)

(vines rustling)

(water flowing)

(Clyde breathing heavily)

(birds chirping)

(both breathing heavily)

- Thank you.
(Amelia breathes heavily)

(both breathing heavily)

(soft dramatic music)

- Oh. (breathes heavily)

There's a lot of moving parts here.

(Clyde chuckling)

(insects chittering)

(bushes rustling)

(footsteps pattering)

- You guys are on my list.

Touch me all over like that.

- Hey.
- Hey.

(both laughing)

Oh, look at you.

- I thought you were dead, man.

- Oh, I was. I, I definitely was.

I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't.

Frankly, I don't wanna talk about it.

Pretty lost on understanding
just what happened to me.

- I don't blame you.
- You shouldn't,

because that was pretty messed
up. (exhales and inhales)

- Where are my manners? Ah, this is, ah...

- Amelia.
- Mm.

- I brought the gun man.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- It's okay. She's, she's cool.

- Oh, yeah.

- Amelia, Cash. Cash, Amelia.

- Oh, huh. (chuckles)
- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah, you too. (chuckles) Ah, yeah.

- You know, I get the feeling, ah,

we got lots of catching up to do.

- Ah, yeah.

Yeah, maybe not. (sighs and clears throat)

(hammers tapping)
(tense electronic music)

(Closers shrieking)

(hammer clattering)
(lid clicking)

(Closers shrieking)

(flashlight tapping)
(mellow guitar music)

(insects chittering)

(soft whistling)

(Amelia inhales and exhales)

- Have you ever been to Vegas?
- Las Vegas?

- Yeah, Las Vegas.
(Cash sighing)

- No.

Don't believe I have.
(Cash sighing)

- I hear it's real nice this time of year.

- Well, wanna go?

(hand patting)
- I gotta call Lisa.

(soft dramatic music)

(tense orchestral music)

(birds chirping)
(tractor whirring)

- Ah, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no!

(bike smashing)
Oh, come on!

- Don't even think about
sneaking my cigarettes again,

you nimrod.
- I do what I please.

Don't you talk down me
like that, you, you child.

You baby man.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh, really?

(tire thumping)

(bike smashing)
- Oh, no, no, no!

Come on, damn! Son of a...

Jesus!
(birds chirping)

Well, I'll see y'all later.
(insects buzzing)

(Cash chuckling)

(bike parts clattering)

(footsteps pattering)

(birds chirping)