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- So the Irishman,

he sees this beautiful blonde
come walking through the trees

- Yeah.

- And he looks at her and
he says, "Are you game?"

And she says, "Yeah" and
the Polack shoots her.

- That was good!

- Now, that was something big.

Even the crickets stopped.

- Ah, a little squirrel
would sound like Sasquatch

in this underbrush.

- Evening.

- You get yourself killed, boy,

sneaking around like that.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to spook anyone.

- I didn't say we were scared.

I said you might have got hurt.

- What is it we can do
for you there, partner?

- I'm having a little
trouble with my pickup

back on the highway.

Hoping I'd run into somebody'd

know a thing or two about engines.

- What kind of trouble?

- Well, if I knew that,

all due respect,

I wouldn't be stumbling
through the woods at night,

now, would I?

Your fish, it's er,

it's burning.

- Here, take over for me.

Let me see if I can rustle up some tools.

- Well, I don't guess there'd
be another camper around here

for 20 miles, huh?

- I don't guess.

- Well, how long you boys up here for?

Hey.

Hey, hey!

- What in the
holy fuck are you doing?

- Get on the CB.

There's not a highway
close to here for 10 miles.

There's not a thing he's
saying that isn't a lie.

You don't know who this is?

It's one of them cons broke
out of Poho this morning.

Ain't that right?

Get the ranger's station.

Do it!

If you can't raise them,
just get anybody out there.

Just tell them that...

Goddammit!

Just come out of there,

up where we can see you.

- Fine, now, look,

I don't know what you boys want,

but we ain't got nothing

and we ain't looking for no trouble.

- Funny sometimes how it
comes looking for you.

- These hills are crawling with troopers.

You can't actually think
they ain't going to find you.

- Well, it's just so
nice to know you care.

- There some kind of reward
for you fellas, or...

- What are you doing, Gary?

The man's got a gun.

- Nobody is doing anything to anybody.

- Then don't be the
first man stupid enough

to make me put a bullet in him.

Now, put that thing down and we can talk.

- Do it.

- Fuck me!

- You'd have been dead.

We'd both be.

In or out?

Simple as that.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Get these clothes off
'em, let's see what fits.

- Thanks, it's just the one.

- You need tickets to a Giants game?

- Won't be here long enough.

- Got them close, I got them cheap.

How about the opera?

- No, thank you.

- What, you don't like the opera?

Hey, what about Alcatraz?

You wanna go there?

- Reservation for Farraday.

- Delmar J.?

You're already checked in.

Fourth floor, room 412.

Uh, fourth floor, Delmar J.

Anyone might have checked in for you?

- News to me.

- You know any other Delmar J. Farradays?

- Uh, my father stayed here before.

He recommended it to me.

- It may be him.

- He's been in Tacoma
for the last three days.

- Well, whatever happened and why,

let's get a room for you.

Mr. Farraday?

- Dad?

- DJ.

What a surprise.

Jamie, this is my son, Del Jr.

We call him DJ.

- How do you do?

- What are you doing here?

- Just a contract dispute.

- Are you by yourself?

- Yeah.

First time.

Actually, I think they made some kind of

last minute decision on me.

- Never mind, that's great!

If they sent you here by
yourself, that's great!

You kidding me?

- Well, actually, it's uh, just a quickie.

- Jamie's an attorney.

She's working on the property deal

for the restaurant in Tacoma.

- Nice meeting you.

- And you.

- I got to go take care of this thing.

- Deej?

DJ?

For Christ's sake, will you wait a second?

Just put everything you're thinking,

put it on hold, okay?

For me?

Can you do that?

- Were you in Tacoma at all this week?

- Anything you're
thinking, just wait, okay?

- Were you ever?

- You going to be all right?

DJ?

You remember that old sawmill
up on Bryce Ridge up there?

Some developer from
Colorado just bought that.

- What, they're not going to reopen it?

- No.

I think they're going to level it.

- You're kidding me.

Everybody I know who spent
their summers up here

lost their cherry in that old place.

We used to call it Pecker Point.

- Yeah, that's a prime piece of property.

- Surprised you didn't buy it.

- Tell me this isn't happening.

- I don't believe this.

- Goddammit!

What's he doing?

- You've got the shittiest sense of timing

of anybody I know.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- What the hell am I?

- What did he say?

You haven't said a word
to each other since

right here two years ago.

Now, I don't want to sound
like an asshole, Cam,

but you're going to have to go.

He's sitting out there in the truck

in as big a shock as you are.

- Hey, unless Dad disowned
me without letting me know,

I'm still a part of this family.

- Bullshit.

Who you got up here?

Is it Billy?

You guys having your little
rendezvous up here now?

What are you, crazy?

- Back off!

- Oh, if he takes a swing at you?

- Come running!

- Do you just happen up here
whenever you feel like it?

When's the last time you saw your mother?

- Thursday at the Fish.

What, she didn't tell you?

- No, I've been out of
town on the Tacoma thing.

You know it hurts her
when you don't drop by

or even call for months at a time.

- You guys up for the weekend?

- I brought your brother up
here to talk some things out.

I might as well talk
them out with you, too.

- Is that your way of asking me to stay?

- That's my way of not kicking your ass

for being up here in the first place.

- You going to pull some fish out of there

or do I have to start my pesto sauce?

- There's a familiar sight.

Dad, the pier, and his beer.

- Your early monster period.

- Yeah, what was it about me

and monsters back then anyway?

- The creature from the gay lagoon.

Remember I used to call you that?

- Catching hell for
it, that's what I remember.

- Dad wasn't pissed, Van Gough.

He was hurt that you made
Dracula look like him.

- You know,

some of these planks are
getting kind of thin out here.

- Might have to
put a few new boards down.

- So what's Billy driving these days?

- Now, go ahead.

Come on, just do it.

- I got to see it.

- Christ, Cambell, just do it!

- Like this, Cambo!

- Come on, do it!

Quit being so goddamned afraid!

- Oh!

Ow!

- What are you owing for?

That didn't hurt.

Come on!

It wouldn't have hurt if you'd

kept your head down and
you didn't belly flop.

Hey, don't you even start
to think about crying.

You're not hurt.

I want to see a smile on your face.

I said I want to see a smile on that face.

- It hurts!

- I don't care if it hurts.

Smile!

Come on!

No crying!

You heard me!

I said a smile on your face.

You're not coming up out of there

unless you come out of there like a man

and not some pussy!

Your mother and I have had
our troubles over the years.

Just like anybody else.

And sometimes you kids knew about it

and sometimes you didn't.

- I ran into Dad a couple of days ago.

- Like I said, we've had our problems.

- He was with someone.

- Her names is Jamie Cutter.

I met her at one of those
land option reviews in Tacoma.

She's an attorney, like your brother.

It's certainly not easy to sit
and try and say this to you.

I've spent a lot of time
thinking about how to say it.

But I kind of need for you guys to,

well, look at me as a person.

You know, not as a man with his two boys,

but the three of us as
men talking this over.

I didn't like the lying, Cambo.

But I didn't know how to tell you.

- You are something else, Pop.

- Come on, Cam.

- How long has this been going on?

- I didn't come up here to go on trial.

Don't think that you're going
to make me the bad guy here

just because I happen
to have these feelings.

- Do you hear what you're saying?

Do you hear a word of what
the hell you're saying?

- Look, sit down, Cam!

You're not making this any easier!

- How fucking easy do you want it?

We get to be honorary men tonight,

but only for the privilege
of saying that this is okay?

Is that it, Pop?

The boys will be boys club?

Is that what we are tonight?

Because I want to know
when I have to go back

and be just shitty little Cambell again.

- Watch yourself!

- You haven't told Mom

and you weren't going to tell us either!

- I'm going to let you get pissed

because I realize this has
been a complete shock for--

- Now, if we mattered,

you would have asked us
up here a long time ago.

And if Mom mattered, you wouldn't be

dicking someone else on the side!

- Why don't you go ahead
and lay it all out?

Okay, big man?

Go ahead!

Lay it all out on the line
about how goddamned awful it was

for you to have me for an old man!

Let go of me.

- Dad.

- Good evening.

You're about the only
lights on this mountain.

- Can I do something for you?

- Sorry, my name's Frank.

Frank Dabbo.

- Del Farraday.

- My son, Red.

- How are you doing?

- We've got a dead pickup
about a mile and a half

down the two-lane.

- I think we blew a gasket
coming up that incline.

- Been down there since sundown

thinking sooner or later a
car was going to come by.

- No, not on that old road.

- Well, Red finally saw your
smoke and we trailed it here.

All we're looking for is a phone.

- Okay, sure.

Come in.

These are my boys.

This is Cambell and that's Del Jr.

We call him DJ.

The phone's in through
that door right there.

- Much obliged.

- You fellas must at least be thirsty.

- Oh, please, don't go to any trouble.

- I'm a little hungry.

I'll grab something to
eat, if you've got it.

- Now, what did I just say?

- I just want something to eat.

- Oh, if he's hungry, he's hungry.

That's okay.

DJ?

- I'll check.

- Yeah, I'm in
need of some serious

roadside attention here.

Yeah.

- I'm so hungry I could
eat anything about now.

- We got this.

It's cold, though.

Nothing left to put on it.

- This pesto looks good.

Why don't you relax, man?

You're looking at me like I'm going to

slit your throat or something.

- Your old man hungry?

Your old man, is he hungry?

- Why don't you ask him?

- How come yours is the only cabin

on this side of the lake, Del?

I see lights out across the water,

but none over on this side.

- My old man built it before there was

a moratorium called on
building on the South Shore.

- Lucky for you.

It's nice and quiet on this side.

- Yeah, we like it.

Care for a cigar?

- You're going to make a
jealous man out of me here, Del.

Yes, sir, a jealous man indeed.

- Cutter?

- There were three nevers for happiness,

my old man used to say.

Never arm wrestle with a friend,

never turn your back
on a man with a stick,

and never turn down a good cigar.

What kind of work are you in, Del?

Must pay pretty to keep
you in a place like this.

- I own a little
restaurant down in the city

called the Blue Fish.

It's right on the water in Carlyle Bay.

- Ah!

An entrepreneur.

I should have guessed.

- Why is that?

- The way you carry yourself.

- Really?

- Kind of laid back.

No, not in a bad way.

I mean, it's just that
a man who's his own boss

has a different way of carrying himself.

- Well, what I do is a lot less laid back

than you might think.

- I didn't
mean it that way at all.

I'm sure you worked hard
for what you've got.

Get those plates scrubbed up, Red boy.

- No.

Don't bother.

We'll take care of that.

- Well, you've got to let us
do something to earn our keep.

- No, don't be silly.

- Do the dishes for the man.

- Well, like he just
said, it was okay, Dad.

- You take this buck
down yourself, Del Sr.?

- Uh, no, that was my old man.

He was the hunter in the family.

- I could take down pretty much anything

I pulled a trigger at

before I was much older than these two.

- Well, fishing and watching football,

those are my vices now.

- Really?

It's funny,

I had you figured for more
of a doer than a watcher.

You know what I'm saying?

So where do you fit into
all of this Cambell?

The quiet one's usually the smartest.

Am I right?

- Well, Cambell's, he's
real sharp, that's for sure.

But his older brother,
he's the hotshot attorney.

- No shit.

He's the pain in the ass, am I right?

Cameo?

Don't be afraid to say it.

Big brothers are always a pain in the ass.

Tell me, Del,

you ever uh, arm wrestle?

- Yeah, back in the Navy.

About 40 million beers ago.

- Well, come on.

- What, are you kidding?

- Oh, that's the old
man talking in you, Del.

I'm talking to the young man in there

before he got too soft and flabby

from eating too much at
his own fancy restaurant.

- I'm a lot of beers
away from sitting down

across from you and holding hands.

- Don't pay attention to me.

I'm just a dinosaur with half a brain

slowly sinking into tar.

- Well, why don't you
just sit down, relax,

and wait for your tow?

- Done deal.

You boys got to be proud you
got a dad who knows his limits.

I'm not sure old Red
could say that about me.

- You're not going to bait
me into arm wrestling you.

- That's okay, Del.

You just be sure and tell these pups

after we leave how you
know you could have won.

- Why don't we just all whip
'em out and see who's biggest?

- Oh, you got the pups
running to the rescue now.

- What are you doing?

- There's fighting in
them there words, Del.

- Just let it go.

- Come on.

Anchors aweigh!

- I said let it go.

- You are one solid gold pussy.

- What did you say?

I said, what did you say?

- Come on, Dad.

- What are you doing, Dad?

- Move.

- You're kidding.

- What are you, 12 years old?

- Cam, move.

Get up.

Get up!

- I don't see you showing
much concern over there

for your old man.

- Have at it, daddy-o.

- You know why they call
it Indian wrestling,

don't you, Del?

You ever heard of the Wanapes?

- Wanape.

- Now, I know I just didn't
hear you correct your old man

in front of a bunch of strangers.

Wanape Indians.

Wiped out hundreds of years ago.

They used this kind of wrestling

as part of their manhood ritual.

Now, what kind of bullshit
rituals do we have today

that lets a pup know he's
grown from a boy to a man?

His SATs?

Running a football through
a couple of goalposts?

Going on a vision quest for dirty pictures

on the goddamned information superhighway?

The Wanape, they'd set these
boys down to arm wrestle

and under each brave's hand

they'd put a live scorpion in a box.

And if you lost,

you lost on top of it.

It stung you.

Sometimes, that boy, he'd die.

- Ooh, he's psyching you out, Dad.

- I think I know what he's doing.

- It wasn't just a random act of cruelty.

The most amazing thing about the Wanape

was their passion for their people.

You ever heard of the manhood dance?

- What has this got to do with anything?

- Under the full moon,
after that boy had cried

and bled and proved his
courage beyond what he thought

were the boundaries of his mind and body,

after his trials by earth,
air, fire, and water,

the father would dance with the son.

The manhood dance was the greatest gift

that a father could give to his boy.

See, because in it,

all the pain and regret

between that daddy and his
boy would be danced away.

- Are we going to do this or not?

- And I don't mean some
polite kind of two-step, Del.

They danced skin on skin

in a ceremony that today would
topple under an avalanche

of moral indignation.

- If I win, you go back to your truck.

- Just imparting some little known history

to you, my friend.

- You go back to your truck
and wait for your tow.

- And if I win?

Count it down for us, boy.

- Three.

Two.

One.

Go.

- Winner takes all, Del.

How about that?

My life for yours.

If I win, I get your life.

You win, you get mine.

Scorpion bit you, Del.

- Two out of three.

- Ah, come on, Dad.

Let them go back to their truck.

- Knock it off!

Excuse my son.

He's just a little--

- More honest than you like to be?

- I mean no one throws anyone
out of this place except me.

- Pack it up, Red boy.

Smart man knows when he's
overstayed his welcome.

We're going to hike back down.

Tow should be along pretty soon.

Thank you for the hospitality, Del Senior.

Counselor.

Cameo.

- You should have never let them in here.

- What was I supposed to do,
slam the door in their faces?

- I'll be you nothing they
said was on the level.

Father and son, give me a break.

- Get away from that window, both of you.

- You know, he was gunning for you, Pop.

He came in here pissed
off at everything you had

and you fell for his bullshit!

- All right!

We're done with this!

- You got nothing to prove to me, Pop.

- You okay, Pop?

I mean...

Why'd you even do it, Pop?

It was stupid.

Not you, Pop.

The shit he was trying to pull.

- You weren't even supposed to be up here.

- Where is he?

- Pouting.

Since when does he let you smoke weed?

- Since tonight.

All bets are off tonight.

Everybody's on their worst behavior.

- I'm gone.

- Do you know how hard
it was for him to tell us

what he told us in there tonight?

- As hard as it was for
him to lie to us about it

'til you caught him with his pants down?

- Oh, come on, Cam.

Look, I'm the one that
found him sneaking around

like a 10 year old.

You should have seen the look on his face.

It looked like he'd been shot.

- Yeah, well he was!

He died right there!

Every bullshit lesson he
crammed down our throats

turned to shit in that moment.

He held us up our whole
lives to some bullshit code

that now we find out couldn't
even live up to himself.

- Oh, you think he went and
found something on the side

because everything was so great at home?

- What, now it's Mom's fault?

- It's bigger than Dad being the bad guy,

that's all I'm saying.

You want to nail him to
a cross, don't use Mom.

This is about Billy.

So make it about Billy.

Is he still coming?

This whole weekend is
just another little battle

in the war against Dad.

You're up here sneaking around with Billy

like some chickenshit little brat.

- Billy's dead.

He died a year ago.

I guess he didn't fight it much

or take his meds or something

'cause you can beat it now if you try.

I just got to think he didn't try.

- Tell me you got tested.

- I got tested.

I'm not sick.

We're not talking about me, okay?

Billy died alone in some place
where no one even knew him.

- He what?

- After Dad pulled his little
stunt here that Christmas,

Billy disappeared.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm saying Billy ditched me, his life,

and everything else after that

'cause I never saw him again.

Three weeks went by and his idiot parents

didn't even want to report him missing.

I spent months looking for him.

All those places he always
talked about moving to.

10 months went by and I had to find out

from someone else he was even dead.

He got sick, Deej, but he never came home.

Can you believe that?

He never came home.

- You got to tell Dad what happened.

- The hell I do.

- He is sorry, you know.

- He can't even say Billy's name.

- Because sometimes you do
something that's so horrible

you don't know how to apologize.

Billy's not the only one
that ran away that night.

You and Dad ran away from each other.

- No!

No, I walked away.

And let me tell you
something, big brother,

I walked away because
that night if I didn't,

I might have killed my own father.

- Maybe I would have, too.

- Dad never
would have done that to you

or anybody you brought to this house.

- Pack it in.

- I got news for you, Pop.

No one's leaving here until
the three of us sit down

and settle this.

- Don't talk to me like
I'm some goddamned client!

You got something to straighten
out with your brother,

ride back with him.

You, get your stuff.

And I don't ever want
to see you up here again

without my say-so.

- Is this the arm wrestling?

Is this Cam or Frank or
just you don't want to

finish what we came up here to finish?

- Who are you talking to?

- What is this?

The first time the three of us
have been alone in how long?

I don't tell you how to do much, Pop.

- You're goddamned right you don't.

- But you're fucking
this up something royal.

- Don't think I won't
knock you on your ass!

You think you're smarter
than me all of a sudden?

- I'm through with you.

I'm through with the both of you.

I'm through sticking up for Cam
when you're shutting him out

and I'm through sticking up for you

when he's doing the same thing.

- No one told you to take sides.

- He's right about one thing, Pop.

You shut him down.

You shut him out over and over.

- Bullshit.

- I watched you do it.

- Christ, now you sound like your mother!

- I liked it.

I liked you shutting him out

because every time you did,

it was me you pulled closer.

- Oh, what does that mean?

- That you're a hard man
to get close to, Pop.

And maybe you think I'm
crazy for saying this,

but the thing I was
afraid of most back then

is that someday you'd start to
treat me like you did Cambo.

Maybe you didn't just come out and say it,

but in every way you
could, you made him think

that what he felt was a mistake

and that there was
something wrong with him.

- Well, maybe there is.

- Then you'd better learn
the difference between

something being wrong and
something being different.

- You listen to me, hotshot!
- Because I know

you're not that stupid.

- Listen to me!

You got a hell of a lot
of living left to do

before you can tell me what
to do and how to do it!

- Billy's dead.

Did you know that?

Cam never saw him after
that night up here.

Are you listening now?

You got to talk to him, Pop.

Please talk to him.

- You look like you were
planning on quite a stay.

- Not here.

I was just stopping off here.

I mean it, I'm not lying.

- I don't know what to say about Billy.

You weren't going to tell me?

- I just want out of here, Pop.

- It must have been awful.

I can't imagine how awful.

- You don't know what awful is.

- I want to hear that you know

that I didn't make him go away.

And that I didn't make him sick.

- I know.

- So what's doing here?

Another disappearing act?

- Tell me you give a shit, Pop.

- No.

I'm going to tell you I
want you to take your things

and throw them back in here.

Whatever you were planning,
Cam, just forget it.

I want you to stay.

Stay and let's have a real weekend.

You and me and your brother.

You know,

I don't really think
that's going to kill us.

Do you?

- Man,

I'd give five years

to have any one of the summers

we had up here when we were kids.

- All I remember is getting
poison oak on my dick.

- And on everyone else's.

Billy was a good guy.

You guys were good for each other.

- What do you mean?

- That I know how much he meant to you.

- Do you?

- I never had a problem with
you being you, little bro.

- Hey, bro.

It's good seeing you again.

- Don't do this.

- Go back to bed.

- This is a window.

A window opened tonight.

Nothing's going to get better

unless you hang around
and make it that way.

- Nothing's going to get better!

- That's bullshit.

- Stay away from me, Deej!

- Dad loves you.

And if he can't show
it in any regular way,

then just recognize that and move on.

- I'm moving on.

- Sneaking around in
the middle of the night?

Having some secret life?

Don't you see who that is?

- Stay away, Deej.

- You're not doing this.

- Stay away from the car.

Stay away from the car!

Deej!

- Who's in there?

- Walk away.

- Who's in the car?

- Walk away.

Walk away, Deej!

- Too late for that now.

- Oh.

I can't believe I'm seeing this.

- Go back, Pop.

Go back inside, Pop!

What are you doing?

- Billy's dead.

So if Billy's dead, then
who were you up here

waiting to meet?

- My God.

If there was a picture of
awkward in the dictionary.

- You weren't supposed to be here, Pop!

This has nothing to do with you.

This has nothing to do with you or Dad.

Make him understand, Deej.

- Where you going, counselor?

I think it's time we had a
serious heart to heart here.

We've been real polite up till now.

Take a walk back down that road,
make sure it's still clear.

- We already checked the roads--

- Your lack of fucking enthusiasm

is really starting to piss me off here!

Don't worry about him.

He had to come.

Our real problem is up there.

- It didn't have to be.

- He saw us in the car.

It was over.

- I mean knocking on that door.

Fucking with the old man like that.

Why didn't you just stay out here?

I was working it out.

- Just wait out here
a little while longer?

Just sit down and watch the sun go down

on our second night out?

I waited as long as I could, Cameo,

and I spent most of that
time trying to figure out

exactly when you decided
to double-cross me.

Now, I need you to go in there

and tell them exactly what is going on.

It is the only way now.

You don't think these hills
are crawling with troopers?

They are going to show up here
just like we talked about.

That means we got to know now
exactly how much your daddy

and the counselor are
willing to stick by you.

- What are you trying to say?

You think they might turn me in?

No way, Frank

- Get in there.

- No, you're crazy if you think
that's what they'd ever do.

- Show me you can handle this, Cameo,

or I'm going to have to.

- This whole thing was a lie?

Everything you said?

- I felt like shit, okay?

- Everything you said when
they were here was a lie?

You knew them and you
pretended you didn't?

- I know Frank.

I don't know Red.

- I don't care.

I want you gone.

- I got to tell you something, Dad.

This whole thing is going to
get a hell of a lot worse,

so you better sit down.

Frank escaped from Poho two days ago.

I guess Red helped him.

- You mean the prison?

Christ!

- They were inmates.

They were going to move up
the mountain and into Canada.

- What the hell does
this have to do with you?

How do you know Frank?

- I met him at Billy's a few years ago.

He was a friend of the family.

- Jesus Christ!

- Look, after Billy died,

I wrote to anyone who could
tell me what happened.

Frank was one of them.

Only when I found out he went to prison,

I learned how to get in touch with him

and I started writing him.

- You trade letters
with some guy in prison

and all of a sudden you're
just sitting out here

waiting for him to bust out?

- I've been writing to
him for over a year.

Just let me finish.

- Finish by telling me that
you're not aiding and abetting

two escaped felons because
one of them knew Billy.

You tell me that.

- There's nothing I can say
that'll make you understand.

- You got that right.

- You think I didn't check him out?

I got copies of anything
that had to do with him, Pop.

I mean his police records and anything.

He buried some money up here.

Frank ran a con game where
he burned guys for fake dope.

Frank never sold dope.

Says it killed both his brothers,

so he made a career out of
ripping off the dealers.

- And you believe him?

- One of his scams went seriously south.

He had to bury a lot of money

and was going to disappear until they

threw him in prison on something else.

- Where is it?

Where's the money?

- Bryce Ridge.

- He buried it at the old mill.

- They already closed it down

- Yeah, but now
they're tearing it down.

So he has to get in there

and get it before somebody
else does, is that it?

- There's already a skeleton crew up there

prepping for demolition.

Frank can't just stroll
in there and pick it up.

But I can.

- You're his fucking bag man?

- I'm a familiar face
that can walk in there

and get what's his, Deej.

We were going to just dig in up here

until things cooled off.

- You know, what the hell
left a hole in you so big

that you just stopped giving a goddamn?

- Look, there's still a
way that this can work.

- Frank just put you away for five to ten.

- You know, that's funny
'cause he's out there right now

thinking that my family is so stone cold

they'd let that happen.

- If we don't, we're accessories, too.

Have you ever thought about that?

How much money we talking about?

You don't even know, do you?

- You think I'm in this for the money?

- I can't for the life of me
figure what you're in this for.

You lose Billy and now you
wind here with this guy?

- No.

No, that guy is for me.

Frank is for me.

That's Cambell's chickenshit
way of saying "Fuck you, Dad."

Isn't it?

- Where you going?

- Dad?

Dad? Dad?

- Just stay right there!

- Dad, we should all talk together.

- Don't move or I'll break your neck.

- Dad, just listen to me!

- Don't let that
scorpion bite you again, now.

- What are you doing?

- This time his sting is a motherfucker.

- Let's just cut the bullshit.

Just tell me, bottom line,

what I have to do to get you out of here!

- Is that what you are now, Del Senior?

A bottom line man?

- Get away from him!

- Forget the kid, forget the talk,

just tell me what the
bottom line is, is that it?

You think I'm some white
trash piece of shit

you can just sweep off your back porch?

Is that what you mean?

Because make no mistake,
I am not that man.

I am in deep with you, Del.

I'm in so deep I know more
things you've done than you do.

Things you've already tried to forget.

We have to tie them up.

- What?

- We need some rope or duct tape.

- No, we're not tying them up!

- We have to control this situation.

Now, you can either help,

or this can get a whole lot simpler.

Rope or duct tape?

- Jesus Christ, Cam, just go get it.

- Over in the boathouse.

- Go get it.

Keep an eye on him.

- You don't think I see what you're doing?

- I don't think you see shit, papa.

You think I wrote that boy
letters from the big house

and talked him into
being my special friend?

He came to me.

- You knew Billy.

You think there's any other reason

Cam would write somebody in prison?

- Why, because you wouldn't?

- Because I know my son.

- But the son rebels.

Maybe the father's a coward.

The boy may be brave.

And if the father's a fighter,

the boy may be a lover.

- You really think you can
turn my own son against me?

- No.

Only one man can do that.

- You need to fall apart, man,

this is not the time to do it.

- Why didn't Frank say he
was coming with someone?

- This is breaking out of a state prison,

you get that, right?

- You think I'm an idiot?

- I don't know.

Did you invite anyone
else up for the weekend?

Frank needed my help to get here.

That makes me part of the equation now.

- And he didn't tell me?

- He didn't tell you a lot of things.

You know how to use one of these?

- Jesus Christ!

What's with all the goddamned guns?

Frank said there weren't going to be any--

- Anything you thought this
was going to be has changed,

all right, Cam?

You see that boat there?

How fast can you row
that thing out of here?

- What the hell does that mean?

- It means you learn a lot about someone

when you live on top of them

in a nine by nine box for a while.

- You were Frank's cellmate?

- Don't you mean was I more than that?

Is that why you think I'm here?

- That or the money.

- Let me tell you something.

I risked everything to get out here

and it wasn't to be Frank's boyfriend

or move off to Canada
to live the good life.

- Yeah, whatever.

- I'd really like to
educate you right now, Cam,

but the way you're acting,
you're going to get me, you,

your brother, your father,
every-fucking-body killed,

all right?

- Frank's not killing anybody.

- Just think about it for five seconds.

- Back off, man.

- You see a time when
you can take that boat,

you take it, okay?

Take it and get out of here.

You think you can remember that?

I'm talking about saving
your ass now, Cam.

You're not dumb, you're scared.

Right now it's the same thing.

Figure it out.

Just how much of what I have
to tell you can you handle?

- Cameo hikes up the ridge,

takes care of business
first thing in the morning.

- He's out there in shock

that we're even tying these two up.

He goes to the mill
looking like he does now,

he's going to stick out
worse than we would.

- Listen, if it's sending someone up there

that won't raise an eyebrow, then send me.

I built this place with
my old man 30 years ago.

I've been a fixture around here

a lot longer than either of my kids.

- Nobody's helping this
sack of shit out, Pop.

Are you kidding me?

- You're a brave little boy,
all tied up like you are.

- Oh, you think you know my brother?

I know him like nobody else.

- Then you know he
thinks you're an asshole.

- Cam's great at playing stupid.

And you can bet your ass
he's playing it with you.

- Knock it off, DJ.

- You really want to help out, Daddy Del?

You got a cellphone?

- Upstairs on the dresser.

- It work up here?

- Yes, it does.

- Get it.

- What do you want a cellphone for?

- Peace of mind.

You're going to make it, Cameo.

No matter what you're thinking,
you're going to make it.

- We got to talk.

- Shoot.

- Not back there.

- All right.

Let's have it.

- Come here.

- Well, why don't you
meet me halfway, big man?

- We don't hurt them, Frank.

- But we scare the a little,
'cause they need to be scared.

- You pulled a gun on my dad!

- And all you had to do was be here alone!

- You really think I
figured him being here?

- Maybe.

- Come on, Frank.

- Maybe somewhere in that
pretty little head of yours

you were hoping he'd be here.

- He never comes up this early.

The only reason he's here now

is 'cause DJ caught him with some woman.

I need to know who you are, Frank.

Who are you?

- You having second thoughts now, Cameo?

You thinking twice?

'Cause I am exactly what
you thought was coming.

You think I'm something different?

Then you just let me know

what you'd like to have happen here

and we can get down to it right now.

Is that what we're talking about here?

Hmm?

- That's someone up on the road.

We saw you drive through this afternoon.

If they get past the trespass sign,

they're just headed for the highway.

- Well, what if they don't?

It's got to be troopers.

- Just hold on.

Shit!

- What?

- Just get back inside!

- Untie them! Now!

- What?

- We're going to have company.

- You got to be shitting me.

- Who the hell else
would be coming up here?

- Back off, Frank.

- I said, do you know who it is?

'Cause if you don't want to make them dead

and you, too, you know
what needs to happen here.

- Why don't we just stick them upstairs?

- His car is parked outside, stupid.

Now, are you going to make
this happen for us here,

Del, or what?

- He'll do it.

Pop, just tell him.

- You're going to do all the talking.

We're going to be outside, close by.

If it's troopers, they might
want to check this place out.

We can't be in here if they do.

Now, Cambell, you go
upstairs, look sleepy.

The car's registered to you.

You need to be in here.

You, you're coming with us.

- Oh, no you don't!

- You go fuck yourself!

- DJ, what are you doing?

- You want to shoot, then shoot!

I hope they hear it nice and loud!

- You sit down!

You tell them about us,

you do anything to send us back inside,

and you just remember whose baby brother

goes right along with us.

You just remember that, Counselor.

- All right, get upstairs, both of you!

Quick!

- That son of a bitch.

- Mr. Farraday?

Geoff Dixon.

I don't know if you remember me or not.

- Oh, yeah.

Sure, Geoff.

Uh, how's your dad?

- Probably want to kick our asses

for waking you at this hour.

- Did you hear
about the trouble up north

yesterday, Mr. Farraday?

There was a prison
break up in Poho County.

A couple of them drove right out the gate

in a prison milk truck,
if you can believe that.

- Poho County,
that's a long way away.

- Yes, sir, it is, but they
found the truck yesterday

at a filling station down the mountain.

That's William Roy Tenney, 25.

Been in and out of the joint
pretty much all his life.

Mostly drugs.

- That's Frank Dabbo.

Pretty serious character.

The fact is, he was going
to be paroled in 10 months.

Why he pulled this is a big mystery.

- Who you got up here with you?

- My boys.

- DJ and Cambo?

- Yeah.

- Haven't seen those two up here

since we were all little water-rats.

Tell them I said hi.

And be sure they know the skinny.

- I will.

- Sorry to bother you.

- You know they got a
wrecking crew starting up

at the old mill.

Can you believe that old
place is coming down?

Makes you think there's
nothing that won't.

- Get back up the stairs!

- What are you doing, Dad?

What?

- Dad?

- Get back up the stairs!

- What are we doing?

What are we doing?

- Pull all the window shades down.

Hurry up!

Help him, Cam.

- Now, I know this
didn't get locked on purpose.

- Dad, what the hell are you doing?

- You got to
play the big man, Del?

You think you can change the bottom line?

This is not going to end 'cause
you say it does, Daddy Del.

- You get your asses away from here!

Take your money and your sick sidekick

and get your sorry asses up to Canada.

- Just that simple, huh, Del?

- We don't see you again.

That's the deal.

That way Cambell is
protected and so are you.

- But see, this isn't
between you and me, poppa.

This is between me and Cameo.

Isn't it, Cameo?

Let me save you some time

and tell you what happens now, okay?

Little boy freaks out
because all of a sudden

daddy's watching.

So little boy fucks over Frank

and everything they had planned.

The irony here is that
little boy decides to

flush the guy who did not
fuck him over his entire life

right down the toilet.

Because with daddy out here,
he feels 10 years old again.

Like some dirty little faggot
who has to bow his head

and apologize for who he is
whenever his old man's around!

- I'm giving you one
more chance to end this

without anyone getting hurt.

- Oh, you think you're going
to hurt somebody, Daddy Del?

- Dad!

- I can play the same
game as you, Daddy Del,

only a whole lot better.

I'm only going to wait so long, Cameo.

You got 10 minutes to say your goodbyes,

get your head out of wherever it is,

and remember what we're out here to do!

- They're moving back into the woods.

- You going to kill them
both in cold blood, Pop?

Is that the plan now?

- You think I was going to let them

walk out of here with you?

- You only fired 'cause

every goddamned thing he said was true.

- Just give me one reason.

One reason why you think this
guy has any feelings for you.

I'm asking.

- His letters, Deej.

- Get serious.

- They were for real.

- You can hide behind words.

- Give me some credit.

- I twist them and change them every day.

It's part of my job.

- He knew, Deej.

He knew what it was like to be me.

I told Frank everything about me.

Everything.

And all he said was tell me more.

Tell me more and never
think that I would run away.

You find someone like that,

you think you care about where they are

or what mistakes they've made?

No, you fuck the world and anything else

that gets in your way,

but you grab onto them
tight and you don't let go.

- You honestly think
that Frank's that man?

- This is over.

The three of us head down the mountain

and we never say a thing
to anyone about this.

None of us, ever.

- We walk out there, we may
never make it to the truck.

- Well, we got to try.

- They have a gun.

- So do we.

- What are we, commandos?

- Well, do you have a better idea?

Better idea than sitting in here

until they come in and get us?

Because believe me, they will.

- They won't.

- What makes you say that?

- I'm going with them.

That was the plan.

That's what I came up here to do.

- Hate me for what I did to Billy

or hate me for this woman,

but for Christ's sake,

don't use me as a reason
not to have your life!

- You never had respect for my life!

You think you were beating
on Billy that Christmas here,

Dad, but you weren't.

You were beating on me.

For everything you ever
wanted to beat on me about.

Everything about me that wasn't you.

- Nobody ever learned
without making mistakes, Cam.

Take that away from me and--

- You never said it was a mistake!

After that night, I took
everything you hated about me

and I slammed myself with it so hard

I couldn't even pick up the phone

and give Billy a reason not to run away.

I lost him, Pop.

Billy's my problem.

So are these two.

- You want to hear that I failed
to be a decent human being?

Will that keep you from
going out that door?

- No, you being a man, Pop.

You be a real man and have
the guts to ask yourself

why who I am fucking terrifies you.

Then tell me not to go off with Frank.

Or be with Billy, which was
all I ever wanted to do.

You want me to stay?

Then all you have to say is
that you had 25 fucking years

to be my old man,

but you spent it turning your back on me

and tearing me down whenever you could.

That something in you got so scared

you couldn't even stand
the sight of your own kid.

- You watch yourself.

You watch how you throw your hate around.

Because take it from me,

sometimes you break things
and you can never fix them.

And you find out later you need them

more than you ever thought.

I failed at being a better
father than my dad, Cambo.

Believe me, I know that.

I also know it's a lot
tougher than dancing.

- No, you got the tough stuff down, Pop.

Dancing is what's hard for you.

- He is going to hurt you, Cam.

And a lot worse than I could.

- You think so?

- Where'd that gun come from?

- Been here since he and
Grandpa built the place.

- Well, your selective
memory almost got me killed.

Now, what else does he got in there

and how do we get it away from him?

- They're driving back to the city, Frank.

That's what's going to happen now.

They live their lives, we live ours.

- No.

Me and Red, we wait here with them.

And we wait for you to
come back with the money.

- No.

It's not going to happen like that, Frank.

- Who says?

- Me.

- Who?

- Me.

I say.

We go back up the trail,

just like we said.

Come back and hide out here,

just like we said.

All they're going to do is go back home

and pray we don't get caught.

- You know that, huh?

- I know them better than you.

We stick to the shore.

The path to the mill heads up the mountain

about a quarter mile from here.

- All right, stop!

Put your hands up, both of you!

- What are you doing, Dad?

- Put your hands up, asshole.

You know I'm just looking for a reason.

DJ, go get that gun out of his belt.

- Go back to the cabin
and drive out of here!

- Stay away from him, Cam.

- Drive out of here!

- Boo!

Got you, Counselor.

Well, lookie-loo here
at old Daddy Del, Cameo.

I can really see that Christmas night now.

- That's an old story, asshole.

- You ever met Billy
before that night, Del?

He and Cameo had been more than buddies

for a couple of years.

How the hell did you miss that?

Don't they believe in knocking

where you come from, Daddy Del?

Because if you would have knocked,

you might not have seen
this horrible thing

that made you go just a little bit mad.

He and handsome Billy locked into a little

manhood dance of their own.

Holding each other so close

you couldn't tell where one
began and the other left off.

- Dad!

- You want me to kill you?

- Help me out here, Daddy Del.

Was it something like this?

'Cause if it was, you've danced
a million times like this

in your life.

Sometimes even with your own wife.

- I'll give you two seconds to shut up

and get away from him.

- You're a reasonable man, Del.

Not with such a narrow view of the world

that he can't concede
that sometimes love exists

outside the boundaries of gender.

So what exactly,

when you saw your own son
doing a Christmas two-step

with his best buddy,
moved you to such a rage?

- Just shut up, okay?

You think I'm stupid?

Red wrote the letters, Frank.

- He tried to tell you that?

- He didn't have to.

- Frank wrote the first one.

He was writing three or
four guys at the same time.

That's what people do
inside to get money sent in.

It's a scam, isn't it, Frank?

They play like they're lonely
and queer and ask for cash.

That's the only reason
he answered your letters

about Billy in the first place, Cam.

One day, he hands me a letter
with your picture in it.

You remember that one?

That's the first time
you mentioned the cabin.

That had to be the worst fucking
coincidence of your life,

Cam, and you didn't even know it.

Because once he knew where the cabin was

and how close it was to the mill,

you became the love of his life.

Only he couldn't write it in a way

that would pull it off, could you?

- You know how much money
was up there at that mill?

You know he'd say anything to
get you out of the picture.

- I know what a shitty thing it was,

but after a while, except
for signing his name,

everything I said in those
letters is true, Cam.

It's all true.

Why do you think I'm here?

- If you believe that--

- He'll bury you.

- You'll believe anything.

- You and everyone here.

- Bullshit!

- This is over, Frank.

It's done.

We'll get your money.

Let them go.

Cam, he's suffered enough, man.

- You think this is over?

- Are you going to make me do this?

- Hey, I'm coming to you, baby boy.

- I will waste you.

- I hear you talking.

- I'll do it.

- Goddamn it!

Knock it off!

- I swear.

- Thank you, Counselor.

- You're out of luck, shithead.

- That gun is empty now, moron.

Oh, fuck, let's just take
the gloves off this thing.

- No!

Get off him, Frank!

Dad?

Dad?

You fucker!

You even take a step toward him

and I'll do it right here, so help me God.

- I get caught, you get caught.

- No shit.

- You won't like it.

Boy like you gets thrown
into a place like that?

You don't come out whole.

- Get up on the dock.

Do it.

- You think you can just fire that thing?

- Get up there!

- You don't think you got
to know what you're doing?

- You mean just point it at the
nearest asshole and squeeze?

All the way down.

Now get in the boat, Frank.

You don't and I'm going
to have to shoot you.

- Just what are you thinking?

- Just get in the fucking boat!

Don't make me ask you again.

- Help's on the way.

What are you doing, Cam?

Just shoot him!

- Just what the hell are you
thinking we're going to do now?

- I think you're going to grab these oars

and row us out of here.

- Cam!

- We got maybe 10 minutes tops

before that road starts
filling with police lights.

You do get that?

- Just blow that piece of shit away

and nobody has to go to prison.

He dies and nobody has to know the truth

about you or anything else.

It doesn't have to be like this, baby bro.

He's going to kill you, Cam!

What the hell are you doing?

- You aren't killing me
or anyone else, Cameo.

Now, what kind of bullshit are
you expecting me to buy here?

Tell me you aren't
pathetic enough to make us

sit out here and wait
for us to get picked up.

You are one sorry little
faggot, aren't you?

- I am anything but you.

- Now, you take a real good close look,

you smug little sack of shit.

You don't think I know what
you see when you look at me?

I'm you.

20 years from now.

When your heart is as hard as a rock.

And you're still waiting and praying

for that old man or anyone
else to even look your way.

Waiting and praying

until you don't give a shit

about anyone or anything.

You think you can save yourself from that?

Because I'm telling you,

sure as we're sitting here,

that your sweet old daddy's
great distaste for you

as a person

and as a son

isn't gonna die just because I do.

- Cam!

Cam?

Cambell!

- Cameo!

Cameo!

No!

- What the hell?

You didn't shoot him?

- Just the boat.

Shot the shit out of it.

They can come get him.

Frank can't swim.

Dad?

- Troopers at the mill say they found it.

Right where he said.

Close to half a million.

This doesn't bode well
for your brother, Deej.

- What if I told you Cam
wasn't in it for the money?

- I'd say then what
the hell was he in it for?

- Cambell, I need you to turn around now

and put your hands behind your back.

- Be honest.

You like when they rub on you like that.

- Hey, man.

Any trouble this time?

- Yeah, they looked at me funny,

went through my pockets twice.

- Thanks for coming, man.

- I didn't come by myself.

I know you didn't want Mom or anybody

to come and see you out here.

I didn't even know he
applied for visiting rights,

but there he was in the parking lot

waiting like the rest of us.

- You're kidding me.

Just get him out of here, Deej.

Please.

Just tell him I'll be out of
here in another six months.

- He knows, Cam.

I think him and Mom are going to split up.

Go easy on him, okay?