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You guys good?
We're good.

What do you think?

It's, uh, big.

I went all out this year.

Come on.

Ah, holy shit.

I'm gonna get
the genny going.

You fucking son of a bitch.
Come on!

Oh, boy.

15 minutes, she'll be snug
as a bug in here.

- This is amazing.

I can't believe you have
a flat-screen TV in here.

- I'm telling you, buddy,

somebody'd snag it
if they know it's out here.

- Ah, your secret's safe
with me.

You don't have a satellite dish
on the roof, do you?

- Of course I do.

- Check this out.

Wi-Fi through the cell,
plug it to the laptop.

- Sweet.
- Yup.

- I love your artwork.

- You know,
I was really going for the

airbrushed softcore
'90s tone rather than

post-modern Swedish erotica

centerfold décor,
you know what I mean?

- Yeah, of course...

- That's Anna right there.

That's Daphne, Victoria,

and over there is Gabrielle.

Very nice.

I could get used to this.

- Oh, yeah.
There you are.

A toast...

to redneck heaven.

- Jesus.
- What?

- That's a little spooky.

- Haven't you been ice fishing
before or what?

- Yeah, but it's been a while,
a long while.

- Well, it's just
the lake, man.

You'll hear that shit
all night long.

- You sure it's safe?

In what way?

- Well, this thing's
gotta be heavy, you know?

It's pretty late
in the season.

You're not worried
about the ice getting thin,

all the way out here,
us in here falling through?

- You know how thick
this ice is?

- No, how thick?

- It's thick.
It's thick, man.

I've had parties out here,
four, five trucks lined up.

You could park
a fucking army tank out here.

- Yeah, that's probably what
the guys who fall through say.

- You want another one
of those or what?

- I'm still good.

- Well, don't just
tickle the tip.

Suck it like you mean it.

- I didn't get the other one,
which is the big daddy,

the Nitro ZTX,
1000 cc, four-stroke,

fuel injection, tops out at 85.

I did the, uh,
North Crosby run

last weekend under an hour.

- Nice.

Yeah.
What you got?

- Huh?
- What kind of sled you got?

- Oh, I don't--
I don't have one.

I used to,
but just not really into it.

- You're not really
into it, huh?

Well, shit,
if you ever want to go riding,

I got three of them.

How's your beer?
- It's still good.

You were right.

It warmed up in here.
- I told you.

Well, you're welcome
to strip down

as long as you ain't
going commando.

- You know, I think
you're a real handsome man,

but I'm just not quite ready
to get naked yet.

Night's still young.

- You want me to open
this one for you?

- No.

We're gonna light
this one up here.

Okay.

- You don't waste any time,
do you?

- All right.

Can't catch fish sober,
my friend.

Everybody knows that.

Dropping lines before you're
buzzing is a waste of time.

Petrie is, uh,

convinced that
fish are attracted to herb.

He puts his lures in the bag
like Shake 'n Bake.

Figures you can only
catch the big ones

if your bait smells
like Jamaican gold...

Crazy as it sounds,
that son of a bitch,

he's caught some big fish,

broke that walleye
state record last year.

- Oh, yeah, I heard about that.

Got a picture in the paper,
didn't he?

- That's right.

- You know, I thought that fish
looked a little too... happy.

- Fuck.
- Sorry.

Your turn.

- No, I'm good, man.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, I'll wait.

- For what, your balls
to drop, or what?

- Nah, dude, that stuff
puts me to sleep.

Oh, it puts me to--

you sound like my little
sister...

Jesus Christ.

You don't own a snowmobile.

You don't smoke pot.
You're not really into fishing.

I mean, fuck, man,
you grew up here.

How is it
you're still alive, huh?

- All right.
- Atta boy.

Spark it up.

- But if I knock out,
it's your fault.

- Aww.

Well, a fish house is the
best place to do things

we're not supposed to.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Think about this.

You always see someone
coming five minutes

before they can get here,

and if they're coming
to bust you,

you got a perfect place
to stash your shit right there.

- Yeah, that's good thinking.
- Yeah, that's right.

- Oh.

- All right, then...

Enough foreplay.

Let's fuck.

What?

- I'm just messing with you.

Oh, shit.
Well, let's see.

Pick your poison.
We got, uh,

gin, rum,

a killer bottle of vodka,

and if you're feeling ballsy,

we got some Mexican moonshine.

Huh?
That's right.

Margaritas coming your way,
big guy.

- Oh, you got
a blender in here?

- Nope, but I got an auger
and bendy straws.

- Oh, that'll work.

Ow!
- Whoa.

- Shit.
- Watch yourself.

- Ah.
- You all right?

- Yeah.

You do spearing
out here with this?

- Rules are for
other people, Wayne.

Well, anyhow,
the water's too deep.

Opening that slot is a pain
in the ass, too much work.

Most of the time, I don't
even drop the lines down.

They don't make these things
for fishing anyway,

just an excuse
to get out of the house.

Cheers.

Ooh, yeah.

- Jesus.

Shit.
- Damn.

- It's good, huh?
- It's damn good.

- Fucking-A.

Smoke?

- No...

- So, what's your thing?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, what's your thing?

A man's got to have one,
at least.

- I don't know, work a lot.

- Out of Graco Z?

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm.

How's that working out for you?

- It's fine.

A lot of hours.
Pay's pretty good.

- Yeah?
Pretty good means...

what?

- 18 an hour.
- Yeah.

- You know, I know it doesn't
sound like much to you.

- Hey, hey, I didn't say that.
That's--

- But there's a lot of people
out here that don't have a job.

- That's good for around here.

- You know,
I'm lucky to have it.

- Yeah, that you are.

So, what do you do with it?

- Hmm?

- What do you do
with all your green, man?

- I don't know, just the usual,

rent, bills, whatever.

Oh, Wayne.

You got to give me
something here, man.

You're depressing me.

- You got to have something
going on, huh?

A little coke habit

spiraling out of control?

Pregnant hooker?

Fucking hobby, at least?

Sorry to disappoint you.

So we gonna do
some fishing or what?

- What for?

You didn't think we came
out here to fish, did you?

I'm just ribbing you...

Oh, that was wild.

Shit, that was probably

one of the biggest parties
ever conceived.

Oh, man, we were what,
sophomores?

Jesus Christ.

That night at the hill
just changed my life,

not to mention
my religious affiliations.

- Yeah, it's hard to believe

you were doing that shit
at that age.

- Mm, yeah.

Oh, shit...

You remember that was the night
that I almost fucking died?

I was sitting there.

I was telling
just a bunch of jokes,

fucking whooping it up,
and I threw my arms back,

and I knocked that beer
out of Blair Dallard's hands.

You remember that?

I fuckin' threw my arms back
and knocked it all over him.

Shit, he's killed people
for less than that.

And I looked around, and all
my friends were fucking gone,

and fuck, man, no one's
gonna pretend they knew me,

and Blair was ready
to pound my ass

into hamburger meat
in front of everybody,

and here you were.

You saved me.

How about that?

Yeah, you--

you backed me up
and cooled him down.

You know,
I'm the only sophomore

he let talk to him
without permission.

- Yeah, Blair Dallard
was a scary guy.

Forgot about that.
- Shit, I didn't.

You saved my life
that night, man.

You know, we've had a lot of
fucking wild nights out here--

I mean, crazy.

Old Dugan puked in
the fishing hole last week.

Still some frozen puke
on the rim

if you take a look
back there...

Mm-hmm.

Mm.
- So, what about Courtney?

- What about her?

- Does she ever come out here?

- You kidding me?

Whole reason I got this place
is to get away from her.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

- You guys aren't...

- Aren't what?

- Sorry.
None of my business.

- Oh, you've never
been married?

- Nope.
- Oh.

Oh, you're lucky.
It's a fucking scam.

The whole institution
of it is a con,

rigged, one big farce.

- You're quite the romantic...

- Once you got
that paper signed,

she's got that ring
on her finger,

the whole thing changes.

It's too late to even realize
you've been had,

the ultimate swindle...

- Sorry to hear that.

I always thought you guys
were a good couple.

No, I was snowed by a...

candy apple ass.

- Nice teeth.

The prettier they are,
the more baggage they got.

If I'd known all the bullshit
that came along with it,

I never would have signed up.

- Yeah, I'm sorry to hear it.

- Are you?
- Huh?

- You really sorry?

- What's that supposed to mean?

Is it someone you know?

- Not here, buddy.

Are you lost, there, buddy?

Come just a little bit closer.

I got something
for you, asshole.

- What are you doing?
- Just scouting.

- Scouting?
- Yup.

- Oh, what the fuck, man?

- It's nothing.
- Oh, yeah, well,

what do you mean, scouting?

- They're thieves,
lake bandits.

They scout these out.

They break in
when you're not around.

They'll take
everything you got.

There are no laws out here
except this, okay?

Yup.

- You're not expecting
company, then.

- Nope.

Just you and me, bud.

That's why I got
the welcome mat here.

- What?
- My welcome mat.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

I got robbed twice last year,

and they've been eyeing me,

but not this year,
motherfuckers.

If they do,
they'll be sorry they did.

There's no way to pry her off
without tools, so,

day's gonna come when I find
some sorry bastard chained up

like a dog on a leash.

That'd be the day, my friend.

- Well, if that ever happens,

as crazy as this may sound,

you'll probably get sued.

- Yeah, you're probably
right about that,

but that's all right.
I'll be more than happy to pay

for some asshole's hospital
bills and his rubber foot

just to teach the
son of a bitch a lesson,

let his buddies call him
Stumpy the rest of his days.

Where you going?

- Take a piss.

Is that all right,

or you got a master bath
and a bidet in the back?

- Under construction.
Pick a snow bank, pal.

Holy shit.
It's getting cold out there.

- Yup.

Don't want to dangle your dick
around in the wind

for too long,
liable to break off.

And you don't have
to be so polite.

I just, uh,

piss in the fishing hole
over there.

- Yeah, and you wonder why
you don't catch anything.

- Yup.

- What?

- Want to do some killing?

- Huh?

- Oh!

Dude, that was wicked.

- You didn't, like, bring
a football game or something?

I don't--I don't play these--
these shooter games.

- Dude, this game is sick.

You feel that recoil
on the controller, right?

The--the vibration.

- Yeah, I don't get
how to move. I don't--

- It's not that--listen,
left stick moves right here.

Right stick turns, okay?

You just--I'll let you
get the hang of it

while I get some more drinks,
all right?

Okay.

You gonna chug that sucker,

or you want me to get you
a spoon with some crackers?

Oh.

Wait a minute.

You, uh--

I thought I heard--

weren't you military
or something like that,

some kind of...

- Yeah, marines.

- No shit?
When was that?

- Eh, just out of high school.

- No kidding, man?
You see any action or...

- Yeah.

I saw people getting killed,
if that's what you mean.

- Where?

- Zabul Province, Afghanistan.

- Oh, fuck, man.

I--shit, man, I...

here I am seeing if you want to
play this bullshit video game.

Huh.

I mean, you should be kicking
my ass on this shit, dude.

You're the--
you're the true grunt, man.

I play with these
pussies online.

They don't know
what the fuck they're doing,

and here you are,
the real deal,

getting schooled...

Huh?

I tell you what.

I'll give you a chance
this time.

How about that?
Huh?

Start a new match here.

- Bring it on.

- So, I, uh--

I take it Jeff, Mark,

and Brock were
all busy tonight?

- What are you talking about?
What do you mean?

- Your buddies.

You guys are tight, you know?
Just thought--

aren't they usually
the ones out here with you?

Just, uh--you know,

just curious why you asked me.

- Why not?

I mean, we haven't hung out
for a while, but--

- A long while.

- Used to be tight
though, right?

Huh?

It was just an invite to do
some fishing, man, you know?

Have a couple of brews,
maybe smoke a little bit.

What's the
fucking problem here?

- There's no problem.
I was just--just curious.

- Oh, you're just curious?
Well, you got a real fucked-up

way of showing gratitude,
you know that?

- Listen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.

I just--it's a really
cool setup, you know,

and I appreciate
the invite, really.

- Yeah?

Well, mi casa es su casa.

Ah, shit, I guess--

I guess you deserve to know.

- Know what?

Why I brought you out here.

- Yeah?
Why's that?

- You don't know?

- Should I?

- Seems pretty obvious,
don't you think?

- Are you gonna tell me
or what?

- Why'd you ask...

about Courtney?

- I don't know.
She's your wife.

I was just making conversation.
I don't understand.

- You brought her up though.
- Yeah, I was just asking.

You know, I don't get it. What,
is she off-limits or something?

- Apparently not.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You fuck my wife, Wayne?
- What?

- Did you fuck my wife?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Is that your answer?
- No!

Dude, why would you even--

I don't--why--
why would you even think that?

- You didn't fuck my wife?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Okay?

- I believe you.
- You're twisted, man.

I think you've had
too many of these.

- You were nervous.
You looked a little nervous.

- Bullshit.
You're wacked.

Oh.

You never wanted
to fuck my wife, huh?

Huh?
- Yeah, actually.

Sure.
Yes.

Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, of course
I want to fuck your wife.

Who doesn't? I'm not gonna
bullshit you on that, Grant.

- Touché.
- Yeah, so what?

Is this--is this what you do?
Yeah? This is your deal?

You take every guy out
from the Brainerd Lakes area,

put the heat on them, make sure
they haven't fucked your wife?

That's a lot of damn fishing...

- And probably a lot
of margaritas too, I bet.

- No.

Guys I think fucked my wife,

I take them duck hunting.

They all do though, you know?

- Yeah? They do what?

- They all want my wife,

a smile that'd
make you sell your soul,

a pair of tits that
could start a war.

She used to treat me
like a king,

and now I'm the guy
who carries the luggage...

- Yeah?

That's a sad fucking song,

but I don't think
I can drip any tears for you.

Million-dollar house,

prettiest girl
in three counties?

Yeah, I don't think
I can muscle out any sobs

for you on that front, pal.

You know what? You want
to switch places for a day?

I'll give you something
to cry about.

Peek in my checkbook.
You'll weep yourself to sleep.

- Oh, shit.

You got a fucking hit
on there, boy.

Hook that fucker.
Get him.

- I know. I know.
- Give him some feed in it.

- I know. I know. I know.
- Set the hook.

- Okay, set.
- You got it.

- I got him. I got him.
- Bring it up. Bring it up.

- Whoa.
- There she is. There she is.

Just a little fucker, huh?
- Eh.

- Oh, shit.

Oh, oh.

Come on, you fuck.
There we go.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.
Look at that.

Maybe bringing you with us

is just what I need
to change my luck around here.

- Your luck?

- Just a little fucker.

- Wait, what are you doing?

- Well, I'm gonna
knock him out.

- What?
What, are you gonna eat him?

- No, I'm not gonna eat him.
- Well, then let him go.

- I ain't gonna
let him go either.

- Well, dude, I'm not gonna eat
him, and you're not gonna--

- My guess is you're not
a deer hunter.

- Not anymore.

- What's with the not anymore?

You used to fish,
but not anymore.

You used to snowmobile,
smoke, hunt.

You used to do a lot,
and then what happened?

- I don't know, man.

- I remember hearing about
that little incident you had

out at Granny's Pub.

That fight a couple years ago.

Greg Knowles.

Yeah, I heard you put him
in the hospital,

and I also heard
that he's lucky to be alive.

What--what was that about?

You used to be
such a passive guy,

never wanted to throw a punch,
but not anymore.

I'm gonna guess
the not anymore started

when you came back
from the military.

- I don't think
this is something

I feel like talking about,
not with you.

- Hey, I--hey,
I'm not trying to...

I can only imagine what you
went through over there.

I mean, the government
fucking you over like that?

Trained to kill
but not to cope.

I can't imagine.

What the fuck
did Knowles do, anyway,

to set you off like that?

- He asked me
if I fucked his wife.

Oh, that's good.

You're a funny guy.

I'm gonna get us another drink.

- Yeah, I think
I've had enough.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

- Okay.

Oh, want to see something cool?

- I don't know.
Do I?

What's this?

- That is my house.

- I don't get it.

- State-of-the-art
home security.

It's the system I had put in
last fall, cost a pretty penny,

but I can go online
from anywhere

and watch the house
when I'm not there.

Pretty cool, huh?

- So this is--

this is a recording or--

- No, it's live.

- No way.
- Yup.

There was a guy
who had the same system put in,

and he saw his house
being burglarized

while he was on vacation,

so he called the cops
and watched the arrest happen

right from his hotel room.

- That's crazy.

Yeah.

- Whoa, whoa,
that's--that's Courtney?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do--does she know
she's on camera?

- Nope.

Nope, she knows
that I had the system put in

but doesn't realize
that I can watch it live.

She thinks it's only one
when we're not at home.

- Dude, that's--
that's kind of creepy.

- Why?
- Well, uh, I don't know.

I don't know.
I--she should at least know.

- Well, that'd be no fun.

Listen, I didn't put this thing
in to spy on her, all right?

It just, you know,
turned out that way.

The sales guy
talked me into it, yeah.

One night I realized
I could just pull it up

even when she's at home.

Every husband should have
one of these.

Are you kidding me?

Are you ready for this?

Watch. Watch this.

- Wait, what are you doing?

- Shh.

You see that?

I've been getting that
sour puss for six weeks now.

- Hey, you.
- Hey, honey.

- Where are you?

- I'm just out
at the fish house.

- When did you decide
to do that?

- You know, just last-minute.

Thought the fish
might be biting.

- Who's out there with you?
- Came out on my own.

- When are you coming home?
- Well, the fish are biting,

honey, so probably, you know,
stay the night.

- Yeah, but the weather
is not good.

- We'll be fine.
Don't worry about it.

- We?

- Me--me and all the fish
I'm gonna catch.

- Just be careful.

- I'll call you in the morning.
- Okay. Love you.

- You too.

- Wait, why did you tell her
you were alone?

- Shh. Watch this.
Watch, watch, watch.

Oh, she's going for a refill.

And...

Gonna need a smoke
with that too, baby.

Now, on top of the fridge.
There you go.

- How long have you been
watching her?

Just wait, wait, wait.

This could get a lot better.

If she lights a candle

and digs under the bathroom
sink for her makeup kit,

we just might get
a show with her

and her little purple friend.

- You can't be serious.

- Yeah, she doesn't think
I know about that either.

Shit, who needs satellite when
we've got the Courtney Show?

We're gonna need some popcorn
for this one.

- Yeah, I'm glad I'm not rich.

- God damn it.
- Generator?

- Yup.

Needs gas.

- Need any help?

- I got it.
You watch the lines.

- What's wrong?

- It's fucking cold out there,
man.

- Yeah, man,
the storm really kind of

came out of nowhere, right?
Temperature's really dropped.

It's, like,
negative 5 out there.

- Yeah, once it's below 0
it doesn't matter

if it's 20 below or 5.

It's fucking cold
as shit anyway.

- Looks like the wind's
picking up too, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- You think we should
maybe head in?

- For what?
- Well, I don't know.

It's really windy,
about to snow.

What if we get stuck
or something?

- You ain't gonna
get stuck out here.

Besides, even if we do,
we got enough supplies

to last about a week anyway.

- Dude, I can't stay a week.

- Come on.
We just got here.

I'm barely buzzing.
Shit.

- Let's see what she's up to.

- Listen, I don't want
to watch your wife

do whatever it is
she's gonna do, okay?

And when you said earlier that

you were staying the night,
were you serious?

'Cause I--'cause
I can't stay the night.

You never said anything about
staying the night, all right?

I think you should give me
a ride back to town.

- Don't puss out on me.

- Dude, I--thanks
for the drinks.

- What's going on here?

She calling somebody.

What is that?
- That's--that's nothing, man.

- Oh, that's your phone?

- Yeah, yeah, but
it's someone else. It's fine.

- Why don't you let me see it?
- No, it's fine.

It's just my phone.
It's fine.

- Let me see
your fucking phone.

- Fine.

That's--

- Son of a bitch.

Look at that.

- Grant, it's not
what you think.

Dude, it's not what you think.
I promise, man.

Dude, it's--Grant,
it's not what you think.

No, it's not what you think,
man.

- Answer the fucking phone.
- It's not what you think.

- Answer the phone,
you piece of shit.

Prettiest girl with pretty...

A kiss that can start a war,

a smile that'll
make you sell your soul.

Sell your soul.

- Grant.
Grant.

What are you doing?

Gr--Grant.
- Shh.

- Grant, what are--
what are you doing?

Let me up, man.
- Shh.

- What the fuck?

- What--stop.

Wh--oh, shit.

- Calm down.
You're okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- I really like your ringtone,
buddy.

It's really sexy.

It's kind of--
kind of jazzy, huh?

- Grant, stop.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Oh, here we go.
Here we go.

- Oh.

- She called you
a couple times.

Didn't leave a voicemail,

but she seemed
pretty bummed out

that you didn't
answer the phone,

and so she sent you
a little text message.

You want me to read it to you?
- Oh, please don't.

- Are you sure?
- Please don't.

- Well, I'm gonna do it anyway.

Here we go.
- Please don't.

- "To Wayne from Courtney.

Grant went fishing,"

dot, dot, dot,

"All alone."

What does that mean, Wayne?

- It doesn't--
- What is she implying?

What is she trying to say?
- Nothing, nothing.

You got to listen to me, man.

- I'm not familiar
with all this texting lingo.

I don't know what's going on,

but I think it's pretty fucking
clear, don't you?

- No, no.
- I think it's pretty clear.

- No, no, no.

- She lit a couple
of candles, huh?

She's cleaning herself up
real good in the tub,

scrubbing real hard.
- No.

- She's gonna put on a nice
little outfit for you, huh?

She's--she's all--she's
all ready to go, man.

All she needs is you.
- No, no.

- All she needs is--
- No. Grant, no!

- What was that?

- I didn't get that last part.

- Grant, please stop, no.
Don't.

- Tell me if you see any fish
down there, will you?

- No, no.

- Maybe you'll catch a bigger
one this time.

Here we go.

- What do we think? Huh?

Want me to give you some gills?
- No.

- See if you can
breathe that shit?

- No, no, no.
- Here we go.

- Okay. Okay.

- Oh, please.
- Your ass?

Huh? What's that?

You want to get your ass
fucked with my chainsaw?

- No.

- We call it even after that?
What do you think?

- No.
- That sound fair, amigo?

- No.
- Go fish.

- No!
I never touched her, Grant!

- Oh, you never touched her?
- I never touched her!

I never got the-
- You never touched her?

- I never got the chance.
- You never touched her?

Isn't that what every guy

who has head
in the fishing hole says?

- No, I never got the chance.

I had one chance,
and I didn't take it.

- You never got the chance?
- Three weeks ago

I had the chance and--
- Say that again?

- I never thought she'd call.

I saw her three weeks ago.

- You saw her?
- Yeah, at Granny's Pub.

- Cheers. Cheers.
- She went to Granny's Pub

with her friend
Brenda something.

They were doing shots.

They were--
they were ripping it up.

They were both pretty well lit.
- Oh, yeah?

- And Courtney started
flirting with me.

- She was flirting with you?
- Yeah.

Probably 'cause I was the
only guy in there under 50.

- Where have you been?
- The only guy.

- She started flirting,
and she was going on,

talking
a lot of shit about you.

You were in Fort Lauderdale
or something, right?

She was talking about
how she was unhappy

and how she didn't want
to get married

and how you fucked around
on her all the time.

- Fucking around.
He's never home.

- And then at one point
she grabbed my phone,

and she started taking
a bunch of pictures,

and then she was
goofing around with that.

That's--that's when she put
in her contact information.

That's how she got my number.
- Yes. Yes.

- Marty was working the bar
that night.

- Taxi over at--

- He called her a cab and--

'cause she was
in no condition to drive,

and she kept--she kept
asking me to drive her,

and I said no.
I'm not gonna take you home.

- Just take us home.
- And as she was leaving,

she was joking
that she would call me,

but I never thought
she was--she was drunk.

I never thought
she was serious.

I didn't think she would call.

That's the only thing
that happened, I swear.

- You swear?

She's calling you now.

- It's the first time.
It's the first time.

It's the first time since
the night! Check the phone.

- You know,
you're so full of shit,

you don't know which end is up.
- Check the phone.

Check my phone.

Yeah, you know what? How long
have you had those cameras?

Grant.

You got to believe me, man.

- Let me ask you something,
Wayne.

I want an answer.

I gotta ask you something.

Hey.

If you hadn't come out here
with me tonight

and you got
that phone call,

would you have gone over there?

Huh?

Huh? Huh?

- Probably, yeah.
- Come again?

- She's doing this why?

'Cause she's pissed at you
for whatever reason.

You know what? I probably would
have gone over, yeah, yeah.

A woman like that
and a guy like me?

That doesn't happen to me,
not ever!

You always had
fucking everything.

I never had shit.

Then the invite
like that comes around

just because I happened
to be sitting there?

Yeah, I would have said yes.
It's the truth.

You deserve that much at least,
you fucking bastard.

Oh, God.

- You're a piece of work,
I'll tell you that.

I was ready to spike this...

iron through your fucking face.

Then you decide to be
all genuine on me.

- I don't--I'm sorry, man.
I don't know--I don't--

- You're sorry?

Yeah, me too.

Look at her.

Look at that fucking bitch.

Look.

She's so entitled, isn't she?

You know I built
that house for her?

You have any idea how much
I spend to keep her happy?

You don't have a fucking clue.

Everything she has,
and from what?

She had nothing.

Didn't have a--

didn't have a fucking thing.

Came from your neighborhood,
actually.

Didn't have shit,
and I saved her.

I gave her more
than a woman deserves.

You think I'm flashy?

She cares about nothing more
than what she lives in,

what she drives,

how much more money
she can spend

than the rest of her friends.

Wayne...

Love is an investment,

Understand?

It's not just green.

It's...

it's time,

and it's emotion...

And commitment.

I broke the bank on that bitch,
and what do I get for it, huh?

The envy of all of her friends,
that's what she lives for.

You know why
she doesn't love me?

You know why?
'Cause I'm the only--

I'm the only person
who really knows the truth.

Behind all her bullshit
and her materials

and her little designer bag
and her spray-on tan

and that little fucking
fancy car,

she is nothing.

She's just a little piece
of shit, and I know it.

I know.

Oh, dude,
there's something here.

Oh, something.

Oh, come on.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Oh, fuck, we have a fighter.

Come on. Come on, baby.

Goddamn.
Fuck!

Damn it!

I loved her.

- I believe you.

- I really did, mm-hmm.

Well...

why don't you get the fuck
out of here, hmm?

Come on.

Wayne...

you get out of here
before you see a side of me

that you ain't gonna like.

Motherfucker.

- Have you seen this movie?

Whenever--whenever
I see an old movie like this,

I can't help
but think about the, um--

I know this'll sound weird,

but all those animals,

they're all dead.

Huh?

All the animals,
especially the westerns.

Well, really, anything
that was made in the '70s

and before that,
if you think about it.

The, um--the chickens and
the birds and the squirrels,

they're all--
they're all dead now.

I mean, I don't know
how long cows and horses live,

but that--that dog,
he's gone for sure.

Yeah.
They're all dead.

- What did you--

- Huh?
- You dragged me back here?

- Yeah.

You're a heavy son of a bitch.

- You tried to kill me.

- Well, let's just say that
the evening

didn't exactly pan out
as I had planned.

I love this movie.

- Listen, uh--
- Huh?

- We had a lot to drink,

and things got a little
out of control, you know?

And, you know,
if it's all the same to you,

I'd prefer we just forget
the whole thing.

- You want to forget it?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Well, maybe my emotions
got the best of me.

- For good reason, you know?
I understand that.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

- Hey, hey, I--
I didn't mean to hit you.

Huh?
- Yeah.

- I mean, you jumped
the wrong way, and--

- Exactly.
- I was coming to get you.

I was a little worried,

and you wouldn't have been
able to walk back, and--

- Yeah, no way
I would have made it back.

- Yeah. I mean,
you would have froze to death.

- Right.

- I saved your life.

- Looks like I owe you one.
- Yeah.

You want to call it even?
Huh?

Yeah?
I got you some chow.

Hey, listen,
I think I owe you the truth.

- Truth about what?

- Why I brought you out here.

- I don't care.
I don't--I don't want to--

- I was careful.
- What?

- No one saw us leave together,
not really.

I've been careful.

- What are you talking about?

- I want to help you.

- Help me with what?

- Your situation.

- What situation?

- Go ahead.
Dig in.

Why is it that you never got
promoted at Graco Z?

You've been there
long enough, Wayne.

A fucking monkey
could run that deck.

And you barely making it out of
the infantry after nine years.

Why is that?

Huh?

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

- Two years vocational,

getting groomed
for administrative salary,

but you've been passed over

time and time again,

shafted by the same company

that you've been
nothing but loyal to.

- I don't know what this
has to do with anything--

- All because
you took that money,

The petty cash
off that delivery

that you didn't think
anyone would notice.

You saw a chance,
and you pocketed that cash.

The only problem is
you got caught.

And instead of charging you,
saving you the embarrassment,

you got a slap on the wrist,

shuffled back into
the machine shop

for eternal blue-collar
wandering bliss.

You risked it all and lost...

for 850 bucks.

- How the hell do you
know that?

- Oh, Wayne, come on.

My old man
owns the title company.

I know everything that
goes on behind closed doors.

I know all of the stories,

but yours is the one that
gets me misty.

You want special sauce
with that?

- No.
- No?

And now with your Aunt Barb
headed for assisted living

over at Ridgecrest...

She's the one who raised you.

You're the only one left
holding the bag,

expected to flip the coin
for that overpriced day camp,

ten times the price of
a tropical vacation,

and no pool.

Hey, there, cowboy.

I think you got yourself
in a bit of a situation.

- What is this?

What are you doing?
You've been studying me?

- How much to put Barbie up
in Ridgecrest for a year?

Depending on her insurance,
which I'm sure won't help much,

you're looking at
about 30K a year.

Done.
- What?

- I got you covered.

Three years, $100,000,

a little extra scratch
on the side

to do whatever
the fuck it is you do.

If she doesn't live that long,
you got yourself

some fuck-you money.

She lives longer
than three years,

well, I'm sure
we can work something out.

Ketchup?

- No.
Hold on, wait.

You're willing
to just pay for this?

- Consider it done.

- You're gonna give me $100,000

'cause you put a knife
to my throat?

- Shh, ooh.

Now, we agreed
to forget all that.

Now, I'm not sure that
that is worth 100,000.

What you're gonna do for me

is gonna be much easier.

- Do for you?

Grant?

- Where's the tickle stick?

- What do you mean, do for you?

- What do you think I mean?

- I'm not sure.

- I want you
to take care of her.

- Holy shit.
- Hmm?

- You got to be kidding me.

You want me to kill your wife?

I don't want you
to kill my wife.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

I want you to take her out,
go shopping,

dinner, you know, whatever.

- What?

- I'm just ribbing you.

Yeah, I--I mean,
I want you to kill her.

Hey, check this out, bro.
Look at this.

That's what two hours a day
at the gym gets you.

If you got two hours
a day for ab toning,

you got problems, right?

People who are in shape
are fucked up.

You know who's happy?
Fat people.

There's just no reason
to fill a void

that's never gonna get filled.

You know when I'm
in the best shape,

I feel like I'm just--
- Grant, don't do this, man.

You know, I appreciate
the offer for my aunt,

but dude, whatever problem
you think you have,

just--just get a divorce.

- Wayne,
I don't believe in divorce.

- You know what?
I think you've had

a little too much to drink.

- You think so?

- No one gets away with it.

- Oh, yes, they do.

Yes, they do.

Wayne, 60% of murders

are spouses killing spouses.

You know who gets caught?

These morons who
didn't think it through,

whose emotions
got the best of them.

Do you know how many murders

there are every hour
in this country

and what the percentage is
for the amount--

- Stop.
Stop it.

Listen, man, I think
you got me all wrong, okay?

I'm not your man.

I don't know why you think

that I can do
something like that.

- Shh.

Because
you've already done the deed.

You've already done it.

- What does that mean?

- You've killed people.
You understand?

Now--listen.

Now, you can say

that it was
for God and country,

but it's all the same, Wayne.

And God and country didn't work
out so fucking hot, did it?

That bullshit GI bill?

Left to deal with your demons,

still paying tax on that,
am I right?

I'm talking about
something real.

Cold, hard cash for you

and a better life
for Aunt Barb.

Now, that sounds
like a better deal

than Uncle Sam's peddling,
don't you think?

Huh?

What's this?

Oh, he's new.

Must be a personal trainer

or some punk
who works at the mall,

all dressed up
and smelling sweet.

Pants are fucking gay.

- Grant, you--
you have her on camera, man.

Dude, if this goes any farther,
that's adultery.

Think about this.
Use this.

Dude, that--that would
kick her ass in divorce court.

Shit, man, I'm no lawyer,
but I know that--

- Listen to me.

It is not about
the fucking money.

Now, it's not something

that I can explain to you

and probably not something
that you'd ever understand.

But that's okay,

because I'm not paying you
to make sense of it.

We're talking about guarantees,

no room for error.

Ten days from now,
I go to Fort Lauderdale.

I'm gonna do some fishing
with friends.

Courtney won't be going...

That's why I built this fucking
house for you!

Never does.

The day before I leave,

I will start
an argument with her,

telling her that I think
she's been drinking too much.

Don't fucking need it!

That won't be
a difficult one to start.

During our little debate,

I will pour out
the last of the wine

we have in the house
just to show her who's boss.

One of her friends will be around to overhear it,

embarrassed that
she had to see it,

but believe me,
she will see it.

You're a drugged-out loony.

- I have to be
to put up with this shit.

- The day I go,

she'll be at the liquor store

refilling her supply.

She'll be seen
on store security

and have receipts
to back that up.

That night
she'll have a few glasses

before going out
with her friends.

Her friends will tell her
that she drinks too much,

because they always do.

They'll tell her
that it's dangerous

to mix booze with her pills,

and she'll ignore them,
as she always has.

- All right, guys.
Let's have another one.

- This...

is buprenorphine.

She's been taking these
for almost a year.

Now, one a day gives her
a warm, zombie buzz.

Ten would stop her heart.

Her close friends, her family,
they all know she takes them,

and they know that I oppose it.

Take it.

She'll wake up with a hangover.

She will go to town,

go shopping, have lunch,

get her hair done...

- Coffee with friends.

Maybe another round with

that little boy
in the fag pants.

I will be watching the house.

When I know that she is gone,
I will send you a text.

And that is your signal
that it's all clear.

You will go to my house.

There's a spare key
on the rock ledge.

You will fill the wine bottle

with 150 milligrams
of buprenorphine.

She won't taste it.

You leave the house,
lock the door, leave the key,

and be on your way.

It will take you five minutes,

and that's if you
take your time.

Courtney will drink
the entire bottle.

She will doze off or pass out

and be dead within an hour.

It won't be painful.

It's a feeling she's used to,

drifting off into oblivion.

Not a big stretch for her.

The autopsy will show
what me and her family,

and her friends already know.

She played a dangerous game,

drank too much,
took too many pills,

and it caught up to her,

the same way it did
her own mother 12 years ago.

- Holy shit.

- Of course,

people will be shocked
but not surprised.

I'll have to be devastated,

shut myself down,
not be too social for a while,

spend a year in mourning,
maybe more.

But for you?
It's five minutes.

Five minutes,

and you'll make nearly triple
what you earn

breaking your fucking back
for a year.

Tax-free, bub.

- How long you been
thinking about all this?

- I don't know.

I've left little seeds
here and there

over the past few months,

got on to her about
her drinking and her pills

in front of her friends.

- This is crazy.

- Crazy people
don't plan this well.

I'm sorry about your chow.

I can fix you something else.

We can do BLTs.

- No, I got to piss.

Is that all right?

- Sure.
Why not?

How are you
gonna handle the money?

- Hmm?
- The money.

It's gonna be
a little suspicious

to withdraw 100 grand
from your bank account

at the time of your wife's
death, don't you think?

I've stashed away cash
for the past year,

a thousand here,
couple thousand there.

It looks like my usual toilings
of strip clubs in Vegas.

Got it all tucked away.

Big stacks of Benjamins
just waiting for you,

hidden in
the Gold General's ass.

She doesn't have
life insurance.

Health coverage, but nothing
that pays off her death.

No motive.

- Sounds like you've
thought about everything.

- Shit.

You done?

I think she's been
thinking the same thing.

- How's that?

- I think she's
had someone following me,

little things she does.

I know her too well.
She's up to something.

Yeah.

I think she's
got the same idea.

The only thing I can do
is beat her to the punch.

- I'm glad I'm not rich.

You know, there is
one problem with your plan.

- Like what?

- Your guarantee,
it's one-sided.

The only way that
this doesn't go to shit

is if you decide it.

- I'm not following
you there, chief.

- Well, obviously
I'm gonna keep my mouth shut

because I don't want to get
charged with fucking murder,

but you've got video of me
committing the crime,

and what's to say
that you're not gonna feel

a little bit of pressure
and hang me out to dry?

And I know your three-piece
set of lawyers

can find a scenario
to fit the crime

caught on tape, acting alone.

And you're what?
Untouchable?

- Well, you're just gonna
have to trust me, aren't you?

The $100,000 softens that blow
for taking the risk, okay?

- That's not enough.

I'm talking about insurance

that runs both ways,
guaranteed.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

Something more than just
a couple text messages

from your phone saying it's all
clear to go poison your wife.

Well, what do
you got in mind?

I'm waiting.
- Video.

- Video?
Video of what?

- Of you...

- Telling me the plan
like you just did.

I mean, it seems like you
had it pretty well rehearsed.

You say it again, but this time
I have the video going,

but not like you know
that the video's going.

- Oh.
- See?

You say your piece,

how you want me to do it,
and I have this.

- Okay.

- Shot ten days before

you leave for
your fishing trip.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- It's the only way
it's gonna work.

- What's to stop you from
just handing over the video?

- Same reason you won't
turn over yours.

Even up.

- Sneaky, sneaky.

All right.

Just, uh, fuck.

It's weird since
I'm on camera, you know?

I've just done this once,
for Christ's sake.

- Just tell it again.

- All right,
just give me a second.

Let me think about this.

- Just say what you said
ten minutes ago.

You said--friends in Florida--
- Shut the fuck up, okay?

I got it.
I got it, I got it.

You hit the button, all right?
You ready?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Ten days from now
I'm going to Fort Lauderdale.

I'm gonna do some fishing
with my friends.

Courtney's not gonna be going.
She never does anyway.

The day before I go,

I'm going to get in an argument
with her about her drinking,

telling her that I think
she's been drinking too much.

It's not
a difficult one to start.

During the argument,
I'm gonna pour out

the last of the wine
we have in the house.

One of her friends
will overhear it--

- Stay down!

Or I'll blow
your fucking head off!

Hands behind your back.
Do it, now!

- Fuck.

- Yeah.

- I learned this
from you, fuckface.

- You played me, asshole.

- Me? Me?

You put a fucking knife
to my throat,

tried to drown me
and run me down!

- Didn't we agree
to forget all that?

- And then...
- Huh?

- Oh, then you had the nerve

to see if
I'll murder your wife.

"Poor little me, oh, my.

My wife doesn't love me.
Let's get out."

You fucking wack job.

I got the right mind to
to drown your ass

right the fuck away.

You psychopathic, arrogant

self-entitled fucking prick!

You never earned a thing
in your silver-lined,

sorry-ass,
pathetic fucking life.

And then your father hands
you the keys to the kingdom,

half of which
you ran into the ground!

And then he's got
a little pain in his heart.

And this is your solution,

Of course,
keeping your own hands clean.

You wouldn't have
the guts to do it.

You haven't even earned
the right to kill her!

Just another maintenance man,

like fixing the car or
cleaning the pool, am I right?

- Yeah?

Just another little annoyance
you can wash away

by writing a check,
is that it?

- I'm sorry.
- Shut up.

Shut the fuck up!

You don't know what pain is,
motherfucker.

Fuck.

Piece of shit.
Where the fuck you going, huh?

- You know what?

I'd forgotten about
that night with Blair Dallard.

Yeah, but you know what
I do remember?

Remember I saved your ass?

And then I figured
I don't know,

maybe the next day
would be different.

But what did you do?

You acted like
you always did...

- Oh, no...
- Like I was fucking nobody.

All brave in front
of your friends,

giving me shit
about the fact that

I didn't have
brand-name clothing?

- I didn't.
- Yeah.

Acting like
I was fucking nothing.

Yeah, you remember that?
You remember that?

- Glad I said that.
- Keep going then, huh?

- You should get
back here, Wayne.

Wayne!

- Gotta be fucking kidding me!

- Ah, fuck!

Oh, shit.

Who you gonna call?
- Shut up.

- Just talk to me for a second.
- Oh, shut the fuck up.

- No, calling those cops
ain't gonna help.

- Oh, yeah?
Why is that?

- What are you gonna tell them?

- Maybe the truth,

that I wouldn't recommend
going fucking fishing with you.

- What are you gonna tell them
about you?

- What are you talking about?

- You know any cops
in Lakeshore?

I don't think you do.

- Oh, don't give me that shit.
What difference does it make?

- Assault charge,
attempted manslaughter,

something like that,
they're gonna come running.

And they're gonna
draw blood from both of us.

- Yeah, a little booze,
a little pot, whatever.

- You had something
a little more than I did.

- What are you talking about?

- You'd liked that margarita.

Wasn't too sweet, was it?

Hmm?

No.

- What was it?

What the fuck did you give me?

- Insurance.

- What was it?

- Ibogaine.
- What?

- Don't worry, it's not
gonna do nothing to you.

Maybe a little dry mouth,

make you feel a little edgy.

I think it's working.

- Oh, you--you motherfucker.

It's not gonna hurt you.
- No? No?

- It's just like aspirin.
- Yeah?

Then why did you give it to me?

- 'Cause it'll show up
on the blood test,

same components as meth.

Now, whose words are
they gonna believe, big guy?

- Where is it?
- Huh?

I used it all.

- What did you carry it in?
- My pocket.

- Tell me why I shouldn't
fucking kill you right now.

- There's no money in it.

- Why did you pick me, Grant?

Why did you do that?

You didn't have any other
lower-class friends that would

off your wife
for some quick cash, huh?

Dugan, Rathenberger?

I'm sure either of the
Walsh Brothers would

cash in on
something profitable.

- I don't trust them.

- Yeah, and you trust me?

You don't even know me.

You think just 'cause
I killed some people in the war

and got some bills
I can't afford,

I'd sell my soul?

For you?

Why did you do that?

Do I have "thug for hire"
written on my back?

Is it that fucking obvious?

You both disgust me.

- Huh?

- Why did you pick me, Grant?

- 'Cause of what you said.

- What?

- You said it bothered you

that it didn't bother you,

killing.

You probably
don't remember this.

The year you got released
from the service,

there was a party at Walsh's.

You were obviously
a changed man,

drowning away your sorrows
in tequila and wine.

And I remember
it was just you and me

by the fire pit that night.

You never told anybody about

what happened
to you over there.

But you felt like
talking to me.

You told me about
some nasty things you'd seen,

the things you'd done,

what happened to you.

Hmm?

And what gave me the chill
was what you said.

See, all those other guys
in your unit,

they were all fucked up
over it, but you?

There was something different.

There's some cold void.

There's blackness that you
never even knew you possessed

when it came to killing.

I know drunk talk
when I hear it, Wayne.

You were telling the truth.

It bothered you

that it didn't bother you.

It--it stuck with me

all those years.

Just the way you said it.

I'll never forget.

It had to be you.

You understand?

It had to be you.

- Did she hear
that conversation?

- Who?

- Courtney.

- No, that was before
we were even married.

She wasn't there.
She wasn't there.

- But you told her what I said,

didn't you?

And that's why she picked me.

- I need you to take care
of something for me.

- She offered me double.

- He's got to go.

- Motherfucker!

- Holy shit.

Fucking went right through,
didn't it?

If it's all the same to you,
should we just forget it?

- Grant, take it easy.
- Call it even?

- Grant, please.
- Huh?

How much did she offer you?

- Double?

What a bimbo.

I think she's been
watching too many movies.

What do you think, huh?

Did she promise
you something else?

What else did she offer
you, asshole, huh?

A little piece of that pie?
Package deal?

Did you already
have a taste, huh?

- Huh? Huh?

I didn't.

I never touched her.
- Huh?

You two fucks thought
you could outsmart me?

- I didn't do it.
- Yeah?

- I didn't do it.
- You didn't do it?

- I want--I told her I would,

but I couldn't
go through with it.

Grant, Grant,

I'm not the person
you think I am.

- Oh.

- And I'm not the person
she thought I was.

Get a divorce.

- I don't believe in it.

- What are you doing?

Grant!

- Don't worry about Aunt Barb.

I'll take good care of her.

She'll be on the street
with nothing.

She'll know that her nephew
fucked with the wrong guy.

- She wanted--she wanted it
to look like an accident.

- Well, she's a fucking bitch.

- She wanted you to suffer!

- I'll bet she did.

- She--she--she wanted you

to still be alive

for when I gave you this.

- The fuck is that?
- Take it.

- Everything looks clean.
Didn't see anything.

Just the usual stuff.

- Okay, Mrs. Reed,

I realize this must be
a difficult time for you,

but I do need to ask
you a few questions.

Can you tell me your husband's
full name, please?

- Grant Russell Reed.

- Tell me the last time
that you saw him.

- Uh, a couple days ago.

- What day was that?

- Tuesday.
- Tuesday? Okay.

What time of day was that?

What was he driving?

Was he driving,
or was someone else driving?

Do you know what he was doing?

- He was going on
a fishing trip.

- Fishing trip, okay.

- Okay, you call me, okay?

- That's all I can do.

Grant was horrible with money.

All on credit.

Practically broke.

He actually cleaned us out.

The life insurance
is complicated.

- That's not why I--

I just want to make sure
that you're being careful.

- Of course.
Think I'm stupid?

- No, but I know you've--

you need to lay low.

You rip it up out on the town,
and it's a small town,

and they're watching you.

Lighten up, for Christ's sakes.

The cops already told me.

They think the house
went through and

he accidentally stepped into
his own fucking trap.

It's over.

- Yeah, that's what
they may have told you,

but that doesn't mean that
that's what they believe

or can prove... yet.

- Yeah, well, if you would
have done what I told you,

we wouldn't have that problem,
would we?

- Courtney, this is a time

when you need to be smart
and sober.

- You sound like him.

- It doesn't bother me
that it bothers me.

What the hell does that mean?

- Who--who's that?

- Just a friend.
- A friend?

We can't be seen together.

You knew I was coming,

and you invited--
- So what?

If it makes you
that fucking nervous,

go out the back.

You can let yourself out.

Hey, Blake.

Big stacks of Benjamins

just waiting for you...
Benjamins...

hidden
in the Gold General's ass...

General's ass...

- He loves me.
He loves me not.

He loves me.
He loves me not.

- There you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

You look beautiful...

- What's up?
- Gary called.

She and Randy and Jane...

- - Hope to make it on Saturday.

She's checking with
Annie and Phil...

Oh, and the Lindys
are good to go.

- Tracy and Randy can make it?

I--I know there's
a lot going on.

- Do you want to
go for a swim?

- Now?
- Sure, why not?