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(motor revs)

(melancholy abstract music)

(rustling)

(loud heavy metal music)

(clattering)

(creaking)

(door creaks and clicks)

(coughing)

(television static buzzes)

- [Woman] Your face looks like pizza.

- Whisper in here.

- Whisper.

Why?

(clatters)

Is it Marcus?

Bag of shit can kiss my ass (shushes)

for all I care!

(door creaks)

(door slams)

- [Marcus] Hey, you little fucker!

(motor revs and car screeches)

(car door slams)

(car screeches)

(crashing)

(glass clatters)

(car door clicks)

- Jake!

Hey!

I didn't mean to clip you!

Listen,

I ain't no queer.

- I never...

I didn't say that!

- Where you goin'?

Huh?

Cop house?

- No.

- Good.

'Cause nothin' happened,

you understand?

Nod at me if you understand!

(spits)

Now come on.

(glass clatters and shatters)

(Marcus shouts)

- [Marcus] Fuck!

(shouts) Fucker!

(bellows) You better run, Jake!

I'm gonna make your fuckin' ass bleed!

(grunts)

(ominous music)

(traffic whooshes)

(siren wails)

- I think I'll be down there in a day or two.

(sniffles)

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, it's been a while.

(sniffles) (car horn beeps)

Thanks, Noel.

Bye.

Bye.

(phone clatters in receiver)

(scribbling)

(seagulls caw)

(muffled rock music) (footsteps thud)

- Jake!

- Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!

- [Noel] Maybe that's why you look so damn skinny!

(grunts and chuckles)

Oh, look at this!

Nice shiner, buddy!

- (laughs) You should see the other guy!

(laughs)

- My brother!

Little fuckin' scrap!

(laughs) (seagulls caw)

Look at you!

Must have grown a foot and a half

since I saw you!

(boat horn blows)

(seagulls caw and car whooshes)

- So, how's the house?

- Oh, yeah,

I've been fixing it up real good!

Got my girl Paula helping me with it.

- I guess that means that Jill what's-her-face is gone.

- Yeah, well, we crashed and burned couple of years ago.

- (scoffs) Yeah, that's funny,

'cause I remember something about you two getting engaged.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

She was nice, but, uh,

no, you saw what she looked like.

- She wasn't that bad.

- (chuckling) Oh, come on!

I was trolling for flounder with that one!

Fuck!

- Guess you're getting ready to spawn?

- (laughs) Oh, yeah?

My little brother's all grown up

if he knows about spawners, huh?

(hyper howling)

(vehicle rumbles)

(car horn beeps)

(exhales)

(vehicle rumbles and dog barks)

That's my girl!

(car doors slam)

And this little ball of fur here

is this guy.

He's Jesse.

Hey, buddy, how's it goin'?

Jake,

this is Paula.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Noel told me you're quite the artist.

- Uh, I draw a bit.

It's mostly comics.

- Come on, Jake.

Let's get you inside.

Before Paula asks if she can model for ya.

(door creaks)

My old bedroom.

- Yeah?

- (sniffs) Yep.

- Sweet.

Like it!

Thanks.

- Here. (keys jingle)

Put those in your back pocket.

- It's a key to the house?

- Spare keys to the truck.

- Yeah, but I don't have a license.

- (chuckles) You're a Henson, ain't ya?

(scoffs) Welcome to the island, buds.

Oh, hey, do you eat salmon?

- Sorta.

Not much of a fish eater.

- (scoffs) You will be!

See you downstairs!

(keys jingle and clatter) (pensive music)

(chain tinkles)

(dog growls playfully)

Just like that, best friends for life!

(drink sloshes)

- You had a little brother all this time?

- (chuckles) Still do.

- Never cease to amaze me.

- I told you

we'd been out of touch.

(kiss smacks)

(stomps)

Best damn thing that boy coulda done

is come back to his roots.

(kiss smacks)

(slurps and smacks kiss)

(ominous music)

(buzzing)

(crashing)

(distorted voice calls out)

Jake!

Wake up, bro!

(sighs)

You don't get out of bed,

I'll tie you to the hood

and the deer will get the front seat.

Let's go! (slaps)

(pensive abstract music)

- [Jake] How far are we going?

- [Noel] Until we find somethin' to shoot!

You tiring out on me?

- [Jake] No, I'm good.

(buzzing)

(slaps)

- [Noel] He get you?

- [Jake] Yeah.

Thought all the black flies would be dead by now.

- Yeah, well, little fuckers should be.

There's always a few who are too mean to die.

(chuckles) Or maybe they're just

stickin' around to feed on your misery.

- I'm having fun!

- Yeah, sure you are.

(wild animals calling)

Hey, see that clearing up ahead?

That's where our mother shot her first deer.

- Mom killed a deer?

- She sure did. (sniffs)

Tom took her hunting all the time.

He even bought her a rifle

for her 21st birthday.

- (scoffs) You're making it up!

- No, it's true.

I swear to God.

- So what happened?

- Well I'm not gonna say another

God-damned word if you're gonna doubt me!

- I won't doubt you!

- (sniffs) Well, Mom and Dad

were a little further along the path

than we are now.

Dad goes into the bushes to take a leak,

when a white tailed deer leaps right out onto the path.

So, she raises her 308 Savage Lever Action

and she takes a beat.

Tail, head, tail, head, tail,

head, tail, head. (mutters)

(chuckling)

And then she fires.

Dad must have pissed his pants when he heard that shot.

(chuckles)

And 120 yards away, the bullet hits just below the tail,

smack-dab in its ass-hole! (slaps)

The bullet travels in a straight line

through its hump

and directly into the back of the deer's skull.

It explodes like a watermelon.

- The head exploded.

- Mom said you could pick up both halves of the antlers

with nothin' in between.

- (chuckles) Holy...

- You're yanking my chain! (slaps)

- I got the antlers to prove it

(laughs)

- Hey, Noel?

How come you took down all the photographs?

- What photographs?

- Family pictures.

I got a box of them in my room.

- Must have just been cleaning house.

'Kay, come here.

Peanut butter sandwiches,

compliments of Paula.

(rustling)

- She's a nice girl.

- You think so, huh?

- Yeah.

(wild animals call)

- [Noel] This place is a little piece of heaven.

Few neighbors.

Lots of space.

Beautiful scenery.

- [Jake] Sure beats living with Uncle Marcus.

- Is he the one who hit you?

- Yeah.

- Doesn't know you're here, does he?

- No.

- So you just walked away?

- Pretty much.

- What about school?

- School ain't going anywhere. (chuckles)

I can go back when I'm ready.

- I can respect that!

(swigs)

Here.

'Kay, we're gonna do a little target practice.

Take that can down to that stump.

- Which one? (chuckles)

- Right down there.

- That good?

(clicking) - [Noel] Perfect.

Lookie here.

- I've never done this before.

- Well, I'll walk you through it.

Lie down right here.

Take a beat on the can.

(clattering)

'Kay, now make sure it's snug.

There you go. (patting)

- Me. too.

- 'Kay. now relax!

(chuckles)

Make sure the head is locked down on the stock.

Breathe normal.

(exhales)

Good.

Now pause.

Then shoot. (blasts)

(gasps)

I knew it!

It's in your blood!

(gasping) Fuckin' bull's-eye. buds!

(hollers)

- I think I broke my shoulder.

(chuckles)

(shouts)

(can pops) (shouts)

- (laughs) Yeah!

(hollers)

(hollering)

Come on!

(hollering)

Yeah! (laughing)

(dog barks and chickens cluck) (ominous music)

(grunting and breathing heavily)

(water sloshes)

(floor creaks)

- Jake?

Is that you?

- Yeah.

- Get back here.

(sighs)

I know what you were doing.

And I hope you got a good look

'cause it better last ya.

Now go.

(clattering)

(chuckles)

(ominous abstract music) (tide splashes)

(upbeat music) Want another egg?

- No thanks. I'm stuffed.

(shrieks) (smacks kiss)

- Uh. we'll get somethin' on the road.

- [Paula] You in a rush?

- Yep.

Come on. Jake.

This Henson's gotta work.

- [Paula] You're forgetting somethin'!

(laughs)

(kiss smacks) (slaps)

- [Noel] See ya! - [Jake] Bye. Paula.

(door creaks and clicks)

- She was the top of the legion

when she shot the head off that deer!

Your old man. (thuds)

he would never admit it.

(laughing)

- Hey. what was he like? (thudding)

- You know. most fishermen,

they put in six weeks.

they pull a pooch on poagie?

Oh. wait, give me a hand!

Oh. you got it?

Not him.

He was a straight businessman.

right to the bone.

(grunts)

(thudding)

- [Jake] I got it.

- Oh. yeah?

You got all this. huh?

- He's got it.

(grunts)

- [Noel] Look at that!

(hoots)

- Nice break him in.

- I think he got more work done today than you did. Steve!

Come on. Jake, let's take a load off!

Beer?

(mumbling)

Beer?

- Yeah.

(car door clicks)

- Hey. see Steve over here?

- [Jake] What about him?

- Well. when I was a kid,

I used to hang out at the MacNeil farm

'cause they were the only family with a pool.

(chuckles)

No offense. Ken.

(laughs)

One day. me and Steve are wrestling on the front lawn

in our tight little bathing suits.

Yeah.

And out comes Old Rex

and he gets real excited.

Rex was one of these huge Newfoundland dogs

and hung like a fuckin' horse.

Well. next thing I know,

Rex comes out

and he jumps up on Steve

and he mounts him from behind! (laughing)

Steve is pinned tight!

(laughing)

Rex starts humpin' away.

his big. red, wet dick

slappin' up against Steve's back.

And Old Rex is just pumpin' away like this

like there's no tomorrow. (guffawing)

And then he just blows his wad all up Steve's back.

(hoots and laughs)

Aw. dang, kids can be mean.

We told everybody!

Ain't that right. doggie boy?

(barks)

(laughing)

(coughing)

- I'm okay!

It's okay.

(clears throat)

Yeah. I'm okay now.

(sniffs)

Oh. God, that was funny!

(chuckling)

- Well that's right.

That's why sometimes this old boy

needs to be reminded who's boss!

It's our day. bud.

(car door slams)

(breathes deeply)

Boys.

Ken.

Anytime.

- Thanks. bud. - [Noel] Yeah.

- [Noel] Steve?

(mumbles)

- Yeah. fuck off. (chuckles)

Fuck you! (slaps)

- [Jake] It was nice to meet you guys!

- You too. bud!

Yep.

- Jake. don't work to hard. (handshake slaps)

- He's a Henson.

- [Jake] What's wrong with Ken?

- [Noel] Cancer.

Doctor gave him less than a year to live.

- [Jake] That's not very long.

- [Noel] No. it ain't!

- Why didn't you come to town after Mom died?

- Didn't wanna leave.

Hell. I never want to leave.

Everything I need is right here!

- Yeah. but...

- But what?

- What about me?

- Listen.

I know I should've kept in touch.

I guess I thought you'd be better off

not having me around.

It was stupid of me--

- Yeah. it was!

- I know. and I'm sorry.

I've made mistakes. Jake.

Not staying close?

That was one of them.

But. hey, I've grown up

and you've grown up.

What matters is that we're together now.

(vehicle wheels crunching) (shouting)

(thuds) (shouts)

You'll be fine.

Just stay here.

(car door slams)

Hey. Hank!

Boys!

- [Man] Who the fuck are you?

- [Noel] Just a neighbor. (ominous music)

- [Bully] Well. neighbor, you best fuck off!

(Hank whimpers)

- Listen.

Uh. I'm sure this bike must mean a lot to you,

but. uh, crackin' poor Hank's skull here

ain't gonna fix it.

- [Bully] Who said I was just gonna crack his skull?

- Hey. listen, I'm not lookin' for any trouble.

(thudding and punching)

(shouts and metal clanks)

- You okay?

- [Jake] Yeah.

- Come on!

(doors slam and engines rev)

(vehicle whooshes and squeals)

- Thought he was gonna stab you.

(chuckles) Sure as hell fuckin' tried!

Sure you're okay?

- Yeah.

- Let's not mention this to Paula.

- Well. they coulda killed us!

What about the cops?

- No. no, no, no.

No cops. Jake.

It's best if we keep this whole thing to ourselves.

Hey. but what you did back there.

You had my back. Jake.

That meant a lot to me.

(hollers)

(abstract music screeches)

(bed creaks) (grunting)

(gasping)

(door slams)

(heavy metal rock music)

(bangs) (ominous music)

Look at that. Damn near took his head clean off.

(buzzing) (mumbling)

- You're drunk. - What did you say to me?

(bangs)

(clattering)

(gun clicking)

(clatters and jingles)

(sniffs)

(clicking)

(inhales)

(car door slams)

(engine revs) (dog whimpers)

(clattering)

(chuckles)

- It's funny I...

I didn't even know Noel had a brother until you called.

- I guess Noel is not one to talk about his past much.

- Noel's not one to talk about his past at all.

- Our father died in a hunting accident.

Mother committed suicide soon after.

I got left with my uncle.

- I'm sorry.

Do you remember your mom and dad at all?

(birds sing)

- Sometimes I wonder how well I even know Noel.

I only saw him a few times up until I was 12.

In the last four years we just send post cards.

- Well. sounds like you two need to get reacquainted.

Have you been down to the basement yet?

- No.

- Come on.

(flapping and exhaling)

It's about time all these things were hung out.

- What do you mean?

- Considering most of them were shoved into boxes.

they're in real good shape.

Your mom had some real pretty clothes.

I figured it was worth it to keep it all.

- How come?

(chuckles) (clicks)

- 'Cause it's a part of you and Noel.

And now that you're back here.

maybe he'll wanna dig it all up.

What?

- Nothing.

- [Paula] What?

- You just look like my mother.

- Jake. that's a little weird.

- Sorry.

(clattering)

- Here.

A little tip when wearing a trucker hat.

Just...

gotta lock it in place.

- Thanks.

(clatters)

(paper rustles)

(ripping)

(vehicle rumbles)

(dog barks and car door slams)

- [Paula] Come on Stevie.

I'm asking you to leave.

(man mumbles)

Damn it. Steve! (ominous music)

Jake's gonna see!

(Steve whispers) Please! C'mon, you look so hot right now.

- 'Kay. fine.

(dog barks)

(glass clatters)

(Steve grunts)

(door creaks and clicks)

(chickens clucking)

(rain patters)

- What's Noel doing up island?

- Yesterday. a couple of local boys

found some guy in the moonshine mill.

- So what does Noel do?

- Takes care of it. I guess.

- Noel and I had a run-in with some bikers yesterday.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Noel didn't wanna worry you.

(thunder rumbles)

- That's Noel!

Always getting into trouble and always lying about it.

Hey. Jake? - Yeah?

(slurping)

Don't pet the dog when it's chewing.

You might lose a finger.

(ominous music screeches)

- [Noel] Hey. how was your day?

- [Paula] Fine.

Jake and I went through some stuff in the basement.

- [Noel] (mumbles) It's all junk anyway.

It needs to be thrown out.

He asleep?

- [Paula] Yeah.

- [Noel] Hmm.

(door slams)

(thunder rumbles)

(wood thunks)

- Hey. Noel. - [Noel] Yeah?

- Can I take the truck?

I want to head into town. Maybe try some fishing.

- You're missing the MacNeils.

Coming by in a half hour.

- Guess it'd be rude to miss them.

- (sighs) Fuck it. Go have fun.

Hey. so Jake!

(sniffs)

Did Paula have any visitors yesterday?

- Steve stopped by.

(cracks)

(engine rumbles)

(muffled country music)

(car door slams)

(vehicles whoosh) (people murmur)

(coughing)

- [Ken] I tell you. I'm dyin'!

- You'll live forever. Kenny.

- It's 'cause of them boiler jobs.

I used to come home everyday.

It'd take me half an hour to scrape

all that black shit out of my nose.

(laugh wheezes and coughs)

- The same fuckin thing happend when me and Dad

used to work at the old crematorium.

Takin' out all them fire bricks. You remember that Dad?

- [Ken] That was disgusting.

- After pulling everything apart.

Covered in ash from head to toe

from all the burnt bodies.

- That's fuckin' bullshit. Stevie.

That's just the rock dust.

All the ashes get scraped in them coffee tins.

- It's the truth. Henson!

It's the sickest fuckin' job I ever had to do!

(laughing)

- Pass me another beer Tom.

(sighs)

- Tom's dead.

Ken.

- Did I just call you Tom?

Oh. Jesus Christ.

The stupidest things come out of my mouth.

(sighs)

Well we need to have a toast in memory of Tom and Christine!

- No no we do not, Ken.

- It's been 10 years since that horrible day.

We never made a toast to your parents.

- [Noel] And we're puttin' it to rest!

- No. no, no!

Let me do this! (slaps table)

To Tom and Christine Henson.

God cut their lives short.

I know He had His reasons.

some higher purpose why He did it. (sighs)

And now they are angels in Heaven looking down on us.

And they are proud of their two boys!

(beer sloshes)

They were the nicest most genuine people I ever met.

(sobs) The two best friends I ever had!

Tom and Christine!

This is for you!

Cheers! (bottles clinking)

(thuds in chair and grunts)

(wild animals call)

(serene abstract music)

(tide splashing)

- [Ken] I gotta take a piss right here.

(shouting)

- No. no, no!

Not in here! - [Ken] No. no, no, no!

(chattering and laughing)

- Whoa! No no no no! Don't do that. (laughing)

That was.

just take it easy on him.

- [Noel] That fat tub of shit brings it on himself!

- You don't have to call him "fat tub of shit"!

Don't call him that!

- Did Ken used to breastfeed you Stevie?

(puckered squeaking)

It's fuckin'

unnatural the way you two stick up for each other.

- Well he's my dad.

- No shit.

- Well wouldn't you stick up for your dad?

- My daddy's dead.

- Well just lay off mine.

That's all.

- You wanna hit me with that don't you?

- What?

No. Why would I want to do that?

- 'Cause you do.

- You're fucked.

I don't wanna hit anybody with anything.

- Hit me.

- I'm not gonna hit you!

You know what? This is. I gotta go.

I think this is-- - [Noel] What?

(Steve grunts) - No. no, no, Stevie, Stevie!

(clattering and muttering)

- It's time.

- It's all right. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey! You don't have to leave.

You don't have to leave!

Just sit down and have another beer.

- No!

- Don't leave.

Sit down and have a beer.

(mumbling)

Sit down.

Have a beer.

I'll get the beer.

And you sit down.

You sit down. (sighs)

- (mumbles)

- Sit down!

There.

(pops)

There.

It's for you.

- That's for me.

- And this is for me.

(pops and clatters)

I just.

I have one question for you. (ominous music)

- Yeah.

(slurping)

(moans)

(ominous music)

Did you fuck Paula?

(ominous music)

- No. I didn't, I--

- [Noel] Steve. look at me.

- I didn't f-- - [Noel] Look at me.

- I gotta go.

This is fucked!

- [Noel] You're not goin' anywhere!

(crashing and shattering) (water splashes)

Paula. get in here!

(glass shatters)

Did you fuck him?

- What?

- Did you fuck him?

- No!

He tried to.

- You're a fuckin' backstabber!

(rifle clicks) (Paula sobs)

(gunshot blasts) (shrieks)

(groaning)

- No. no, no!

(cracks) (shouts)

(thuds)

(gunshot echoes) (sobbing)

- [Noel] Paula!

Get in here!

(sobs)

(moans)

(moaning)

(stomping)

- It's gonna be all right. it's gonna be all right!

- He broke my teeth!

He broke my teeth!

- I know. I know. (sobbing)

- [Noel] Okay.

(sobbing and screaming)

(mumbling)

(gun clicks)

(sighs)

I'm sorry. Ken.

(gunshot blasts)

(cigarette crackles)

(car door slams)

- I caught a fish!

It's big!

It's actually fucking huge!

Is everything all right?

(glass rattles)

- That idiot. Steve,

cut himself on a broken bottle.

(water sloshes)

- [Jake] Is he okay?

- [Noel] He'll be fine.

(motor revs)

(Paula sobs)

- [Jake] Paula. stay here.

Noel!

- Hey!

This is private property!

Stay the fuck off my land!

(motorcycle engine roars)

(wailing abstract music)

This island is getting too damn crowded.

- Noel.

Let's go.

- You go inside. Jake.

No. haven't seen him in, Christ,

goin' on four years now.

No. no phone calls, nothin'.

- [Marcus] Yeah. well, Eva and me,

we're just. uh, worried.

He was real upset over somethin'.

- Yeah. well,

Jake's a tough kid.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

I'll tell you what.

If he shows up. I'll have him give you a call.

- [Marcus] Thanks. Noel, I,

I really appreciate that.

We just wanna get him home safe.

- Yeah. You and Eva take care now.

(receiver clatters)

Asshole.

(laughs)

(thudding)

So. Jake, maybe you could do a

portrait of Paula here. hm?

Of course. she'd have to show some pride.

At least wear fuckin' makeup!

(slams table)

Is there a reason why you look like shit?

(shuffling)

(chuckling)

Oh. that girl has low self-esteem, Jake.

(sighs)

- Maybe she's just under a lot of stress.

- She doesn't have a fuckin' clue what real stress is!

How do you think we met?

- I don't know.

Through friends?

- Through friends?

(laughs)

He thinks we met through friends!

(laughs)

No. it was eight-ball night at the town pump, Jake.

(slams table)

A john was tryna break her jaw.

so I broke his arm.

- She was selling herself?

- Yeah.

old Paula doesn't have much in the way of talent

except for. uh... (sucks and laughs)

(slams bottle)

You want a beer?

- No thanks.

(clattering)

(clatters)

(glass clanks)

(gulps)

(sighs)

(thunder rumbles)

So you think about our parents a lot?

- A little. I guess.

I remember things.

Some things I don't remember much.

The day Dad died.

- Yeah. well, I remember.

It's why I can't look at their faces.

It's why I took all these pictures down.

- It wasn't your fault they died Noel.

- Dad

was my fault.

- It was an accident.

- I pulled the trigger.

(clattering)

Drink your beer!

(swigging)

(thudding)

(grunting and squishing)

(fly buzzing)

Paula. I swear to Christ,

open up the fuckin' door!

(clattering)

(shattering)

Come on. Paula!

Open up the door!

(banging on door)

Open up the door. Paula!

Get the fuck out of bed and get to this door

right fucking now! (banging)

(sobbing) (door rattles)

Let me in there!

You're gonna get up and open this door!

Paula!

Paula. let me in there!

(dog whimpers) - Hey boy.

Hey.

- Paula. open up the door now!

Paula!

Paula! (door rattles)

Open up!

(bangs on door)

(ominous music crescendos)

(rustling)

(door creaks)

(shuffling)

(footsteps thud)

(knocking)

Hey. Jake, you in there?

How's everything goin'?

- Fine. just reading.

- Now. I know everything's not fine.

Well. me and Paula have been fighting.

(sighs)

You bored?

- I'm okay.

- No. come on.

Grab your jacket.

- Where are we going? (door slams)

- We got some things we gotta do.

(thunder rumbles and rain patters)

You know. after today, we're gonna have to lay low

for a while.

No phone calls no one leaves the house.

These fuckin' bikers are up to no good.

- Maybe I should leave.

- Well after we drop off the garbage,

we'll stop by the farmer's market.

grab some breakfast.

How does that sound?

- [Jake] Not very hungry.

- You sure?

Kathy Miller has this grill set up there.

Throws together these huge egg and bacon sandwiches!

Got big tits!

(rain patters)

(melancholy music) (horse neighs)

(vehicle rumbles)

(brakes squeal)

You know. when I was your age,

(rustling)

I used to come up here looking for bright shell casings

from militia target practice.

(grunts)

I would set up right behind that barn.

Get in there.

Two cents for every shell casing I found!

(crinkling)

Shit I would do for beer money.

(thudding)

Good.

Now let's go eat.

(door slams)

(ominous music)

(blowing)

(fly buzzes)

(warped music and voices)

- Walk! (echoing booms)

(bangs)

(buzzing)

(blasts)

(motorcycle engine revs)

(rifle clicks and gunshot blasts)

- I told you to stay off of my land!

You afraid of me?

You're gonna be!

Oh. what now? You're running from me. Huh?

(gunshot blasts) (shouts)

- Jake?

- [Noel] Stay the fuck away from us!

- Jake.

(door clatters)

- What do they want from us?

- Payback. I guess.

- Hmm.

I should have left him when I had the chance.

- Why didn't you?

- I was afraid of what he would do?

- Paula. what happened to Steve and Ken?

(moans)

(sobs)

- There wasn't any fight.

It was like slaughtering a deer!

(sniffles)

(sobs)

- Why did he do it?

- I don't know.

- Because of you and Steve? (ominous music)

- You saw? - [Jake] Yeah.

- Did you tell him?

- What was I gonna say?

What was I gonna tell my brother?

Huh?

- I want you to know something. Jake.

What happened between me and Steve isn't what you think.

(sobs) He was blackmailing me.

threatening to tell Noel about some fling I had.

Noel'd wanna kill me if he found out!

(sobs)

What if he comes after us?

Huh?

What if he tries to kill me?

(stutters) Will you protect me?

Will you?

Will you protect me?

(door slams)

(water splashes)

(seagulls caw)

(clattering)

(engine putters)

- Noel!

- Hey. Dave, what brings you sniffing around? (door slams)

Oh. your neighbors.

Those bikers have been causing some trouble.

Gettin' a lot of complaints lately.

- Yeah. I believe it.

Last few days. they've been riding up and down my road.

- Oh. probably just lookin' to scare you off the island

like everybody else.

- Want a beer?

- If that's a bribe.

it better be a cold one.

(slaps)

I heard somewhere they got a football field of weed

supplies half the west coast.

- [Noel] I'll give you two beers if you shut that down.

- [Dave] Don't you worry we will. Just a matter of time.

Cheers! (glass clinks)

That's good.

Oh. hey, you seen the MacNeils lately?

- Nope. not since a couple weeks.

- [Dave] Stopped by the house to check in on Old Kenny.

but no MacNeils.

- Oh. they never stray too far.

- [Dave] They mention anything about any trouble?

- Just a few stare-downs.

- You know. Steve pushes back, he's gonna get hurt.

These boys. they,

they don't fuck around!

- Yeah. well, they can try and push me around

all they want. I ain't moving.

Too many fond memories of island living.

(scoffs)

You know. when I was six years old,

I got up one morning

to get a few eggs from the chicken coop.

Well. I walk over there.

There's a hole in the chicken wire.

Blood. feathers.

And my dog Scruffy with a dead chicken

hanging out of her mouth.

See. Scruffy had killed about a dozen chickens,

mangled another seven or eight.

When you're six years old. it's pretty traumatizing,

seeing your dog turn into that.

so I screamed for my old lady.

She comes runnin' out this door.

sees what happened.

picks up a board

and lays the beats to Scruffy.

(hisses)

And then me and her

pick up the rest of the mangled chickens

still squawkin' and stuff them into a garbage bag.

Now. my mom has no idea what to do,

'cause my dad already left for work.

So she decides to tie this bag of dying chickens

to the muffler of the truck.

so the exhaust fumes will put 'em all to sleep and kill 'em.

Anyway. I'm standing behind the bag

when she turns on the ignition.

and the bag starts to fill up.

'cause the fumes have nowhere to go.

Well. I'm watchin' as the bag gets bigger

and bigger and bigger.

And boom!

(laughs) Exploded in my face! (chuckles)

- (scoffs) What the hell was the point

in telling me that story?

I think. I think I missed that!

- Just another fond memory of country living!

- Kind of fucked up. man! (chuckles)

- He's gonna kill him. (ominous music)

- Why would he do that?

- He's asking too many questions.

No!

- Paula stay here.

(sniffling)

(door clicks)

- I'm presuming that your dad had to put the dog down?

- Had to!

Once a dog gets a taste for blood. it ain't gonna stop.

So we shot the dog,

cut off a few heads

and ate chicken for a month.

(laughing)

- [Jake] Hi. Constable.

- [Dave] Hi. yourself!

Who are you?

- Jake Henson!

- [Noel] He's my younger brother.

- Oh. didn't know you had one!

Nice to meet you!

- What do you want Jake?

- Just hanging out.

- Constable Dave is just joining me for a beer.

- I didn't know officers drank.

- You're right!

I've been corrupted enough!

Oh hey, have you seen Ken and Steve MacNeil lately?

- Well I know Ken's sick.

Maybe he went to the hospital.

- Yeah.

I think I remember hearing him say something

about having to go in.

- What his cancer?

- Yeah.

- It's a damn shame. (Noel grunts)

All right. well,

if you boys see anything.

you be sure and let me know.

Noel?

Don't go steppin' on any toes.

- You know me. Dave.

I don't dance.

(grunting)

- Nice to meet you.

- [Jake] Bye. officer.

(drink sloshes)

- You stay safe. Dave.

- Will do!

You boys take care.

(car door slams)

(engine revs)

- Use your fuckin' head!

Did I say you could come out of the house?

- No. but-- (gun clicks)

- Get back in there.

(door creaks and slams)

(sobbing)

(rain patters)

(door clicks)

- Jesse!

(clattering)

You seen Jesse?

- Not since last night.

(slams)

(rifle clicking)

(door slams)

- Jesse!

Come here. Jesse!

(bird caws)

Jesse!

(ominous music)

(flies buzz)

(gags)

(cocks gun)

Fuck!

(brakes squeal)

(door slams)

- Hey. Sam.

If you could just fill it up for me.

- Sure.

- So. how's, uh,

how's business been treating you lately?

(clicks)

- Past few months. it's real slow.

(clattering) Like a.

like a graveyard around here.

- Hm. sorry to hear that!

- Me. too.

- Hey. when was the last time

you saw Ken and Steve MacNeil?

- Oh shit.

Uh maybe three days ago?

- Oh yeah?

What were they up to?

- Uh you know, pickin' up cough candies

and pretzels.

- They say where they were headed?

- Yeah!

Henson house.

(gas pump clicks)

- You sure?

- Sure!

I ask everyone where they're headed.

Stevie in some kind of trouble?

(clattering) - What?

No, no, nobody's in any trouble.

What do I owe you?

- 17 bucks.

- There you go.

You forgot to ask me where I was goin'!

- No I didn't! (laughs)

Say hi to the boys for me!

(slaps roof)

- Will do.

(ominous music)

- You have the keys?

Where are they?

Give them to me!

- Paula where you gonna go?

Where you gonna go?

The one ferry left this morning!

We have no boat!

- He's gonna kill me Jake!

- He's not gonna kill you.

He woulda done something by now if he knew!

- I'll leave with or without you.

(clattering)

Get away from me!

- Come on Paula, we gotta wait.

- No. no!

- Paula listen to me, no!

Paula!

(screams)

- [Jake] Hey!

- Stay out of it!

What the hell is this?

(gasping)

- [Jake] Noel!

- I said stay out of it. Jake!

Jesse's dead!

The bikers fucking killed him!

- [Paula] I'm sorry. I-- (slaps)

- Don't you fucking talk to me!

Jacob!

We are going hunting!

(shrieks)

If you leave me. I will kill you!

(sobbing)

- Noel!

(wild animals call)

- Okay from this point on,

not a fuckin' peep.

(doors slam and men murmur)

- Put the gun down.

Noel.

- Let me tell you something little brother.

In order to take control of your life.

you must first take control of your home.

That's all this is.

Just a big clean-up.

You know I'm right.

Now when we're done here today.

you can go back to hidin' behind your toys

and your fuckin' sketches.

But now you stand by me!

- No.

- Stand by your family.

- We're going home.

Noel they're gonna see us.

- Stand by your family.

Be a Henson.

Be a man.

(crunches)

(thuds)

(thuds) (smashes)

(gasping)

(ringing)

(flies buzzing)

(crunching)

- Fuck!

(gun clicks)

- [Biker] You hear that?

(gunshots blast)

- [Biker] Fuck!

(gunshots blasting)

(men shout)

(gunshots blast)

- [Biker] Fucking motherfucker!

(thuds)

- Thought I could trust you! (men shouting)

You're walkin' home!

(groaning) (ominous music)

(gunshots blast) (ominous music)

(gunshots)

(gunshots echo)

(bikers yelling)

(eerie music)

[Biker] Where the fuck is he?

God damn it.

(bird calls)

Jesus! (rustling)

(abstract ominous music)

(flies buzzing)

(sobs)

(door slams)

(breathing heavily)

- Paula get your ass down here.

We gotta talk.

(sobbing) I said right fuckin' now!

You don't want me comin' up there.

'cause I'm havin' a real bad fuckin' day!

(gunshots ripping) (shrieks)

(sniffles)

(tires crunching)

(breathes heavily)

- Drop it!

- [Noel] Okay!

- [Dave] Nice and easy nice and easy!

- [Noel] Okay.

- All right.

Slower slower!

- You know me. Dave.

- Just put it on the ground.

On the ground.

All right put your hands on your head.

(laughing)

- You got me!

You got me Dave!

- All right shut up-- (shattering and thudding)

(motorcycle engines roar)

(door slams)

(ominous music)

(stairs creak and footsteps thud)

- I'm not the one at fault here Paula!

I just want to talk!

And you don't fuckin' listen!

(smashing) (shouting)

You just keep fuckin' around!

(grunting and muttering)

Paula listen to me.

There's no one left to trust here.

(sobs)

(shouting)

(shattering)

(thuds)

Paula!

(gasping)

(shrieking)

Somebody out there Paula?

(moans)

Hm?

How many?

(gun clicks)

- Oh. please,

please don't kill me!

- You best go hide real fuckin' quick!

(sobbing)

(rifle clicks)

(eerie music)

(gunshots blast)

(shouting and guns shooting)

(Paula screams)

(gun clicks)

(footsteps echo)

(sobbing)

- Please tell me he's dead!

- I don't know.

But I'm gonna find him.

(gasping)

- You never shoulda touched Jesse.

He never did nothing to you!

(chickens cluck)

(skull cracks)

(crunching and grunting)

- Noel!

No more killing!

(gasps)

- They skinned my fuckin' dog!

- [Jake] I said no more killing!

(sobbing)

- So what are you gonna do Jake?

Are you gonna shoot me?

You're gonna kill your own brother?

After all I did for you?

- [Jake] You did nothing for me!

- I took the blame!

I protected you!

- No!

No. (ominous music)

(gunshot blasts)

(gunshoots)

(gunshots)

(thuds)

(gunshot blasts)

(melancholy music)

- He was gonna kill me.

And you.

You know that, don't you?

(flies buzzing)

- [Voiceover] Walk back to the truck right fuckin' now!

Walk! (blasts)

(thudding)

(flies buzz)

(gunshot blasts)

(mournful abstract music)

("Black Fly Bone" by Wyckham Porteous)

♪ Cop car

♪ Gun in my hand

♪ Black fly bone

♪ Guilty man

♪ Motor runnin'

♪ Eight-track on

♪ Turn it up

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Turn it up

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Waves are crashin'

♪ As ships go by

♪ Found you laughin' at a blood-red sky

♪ Put on your dress

♪ Nothin' to lose

♪ Walk through the mud

♪ In your dancing shoes

♪ Love your brother

♪ Keep him close

♪ Might get a lethal dose

♪ Might get a

♪ Lethal dose

♪ Waves are crashin'

♪ Ships go by

♪ Caught you laughing on a blood-red sky

(blues music guitar interlude)

♪ Cain and Abel got no choice

♪ In this world. father's voice

♪ Up from the water

♪ Against the rock

♪ Is it love if you don't get caught

♪ Is it love

♪ If you don't get caught

♪ Waves are crashin'

♪ Ships go by

♪ Caught you laughing in a blood-red sky

♪ Cop car

♪ Gun in your hand

♪ Black fly bone

♪ Guilty man

♪ Motor runnin'

♪ Eight-track on

♪ Turn it up

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Turn it up

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Turn it up

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Hell and gone

♪ Hell and, hell and gone

♪ Hell and, hell and gone