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Mingo!

There he is! I see him!

Come on!

Mingo!

Mingo!

No!

[Dog whimpers]

[Panting]

Lookit, I'm bleeding.

Give me my money.

What about my money?

You ruined my clothes.

That's $16.

[Panting]

This is your dog?

Friend of mine, man.

You give me money. I want my money.

Look, man.

I just want my dog.

What about my taxi?

Yo, fuck your taxi, man.

[Breathing heavily]

[Horn honking]

You finished?

[Coughing]

Aah!

Come on.

Well, I'm late.

You ever see a burial at sea?

They take a guy,

and they wrap him up in sailcloth.

They sew him up with a 5-inch shell

so it goes down, down the deep 6.

You know what I mean?

Poor mingo.

Jeez.

You have to dig so deep?

Let's hope somebody digs for me this deep

when I'm gone.

[Thunder]

A whole week after d-day okinawa,

we didn't have one solid meal.

Every time, you know, they'd blow us to go to chow--

not a goddamn thing here.

We're halfway down the ladder, you know, and...

I'm hungry, god damn it!

I can tell you that.

We got to eat soon, man.

Look at this dump.

People are becoming goddamn rabbits.

Goddamn.

People don't eat meat anymore.

We got to get something to eat.

All that complaining

ain't making shit better, man.

We got to get food.

Hey, yo, hey!

Huh?

I got a gun.

I got a gun.

Come over here, man.

What kind of gun is this? A toka...

A gun is a gun, you know.

They--they kill people.

Check the barrel, and don't point it at me.

The first thing you do when you find a gun

is to check the barrel.

You fire this, you know,

and the barrel's clogged,

it'll blow up in your hand.

Don't fuck around with that.

What the fuck you doing?

I can get 20 bucks for this with or without bullets.

Don't worry about it. Forget it ever came up.

Forget this trash here, man.

I know where we can get some real food, Hank.

Yeah, I know where some real food is.

Just don't tell me any more of them fucking stories.

Come on, you know I don't chicken out,

but I got a funny feeling about this.

Come on, Hank, you just got to trust me, all right?

I know what I'm doing.

Just stay right here.

You're a fool.

They got watchdogs all over the place.

I've known this dog

longer than I've known you.

You never listen to me.

Hey, Hank, what do you know about this?

Come here, dog.

[Whimpering]

Yeah, I told you.

Hey, we got enough for lots of folks!

Well, I finally caught your ass.

We're just hungry.

Give us a break, will you?

We'll give it back!

It's already contaminated

with your filth.

Somebody's going to pay.

Uhh!

Leave the old man alone!

Aah!

Pulling a gun on me, huh?

What are you going to do? You going to hurt me?

No, I'm not going to hurt you at all.

I'm going to kill me somebody tonight.

[Dog barking]

You're right.

Somebody's going to die tonight.

It's going to be you,

maybe all of us. Let's all die.

You're a crazy motherfucker.

I'll take this stick and ram it up your ass,

make a popsicle out of your punk ass.

You like beating up old people?

Let's go see the devil.

Would you like that?

Man, get the fuck out of here!

Hey, man, you crazy!

And don't come back, you hear?

I handled that, Hank.

Now you hop the fence and get the meat.

Aw, go fuck yourself.

Ha ha ha.

Aw, shit.

Hank: Heh heh heh.

We want to thank you, mister.

Want help with the fire?

No, that's all right.

I say something wrong?

It ain't your fault.

Now, look.

What's done is done.

Blaming yourself for what happened 2 years ago

won't change a damn thing.

Finished? Just starting.

I'm going to get you on your feet again.

Ain't nobody ever going to give a break

to nobody like me.

Fuck 'em all, and give yourself one, too.

It's up to you to get your life back on track again,

not nobody else.

No matter what I do,

somebody's going to knock me down.

Once you get your confidence back,

you fight them with everything you got

to hold on with. I mean everything.

Yeah, Hank, you got all this philosophy.

What happened to you?

Aw, shit.

Heh heh heh.

Last time I was on track,

I was still a virgin.

All this food seems to be going to your head.

You getting sentimental, man.

Heh heh.

God's still constipated.

[Moans]

Get up, Hank.

Shit.

Another fucked-up day.

Hank.

Get up, Hank!

Hank?

Oh, man.

You can't die on me, Hank.

Yeah, I'll take one of those bags.

Oh, there's my buddy, huh?

When did you get out of jail?

Here. God bless you.

All right, you take care of yourself.

Hey, hey, hey! Don't you want a free lunch?

No such thing.

Hey, wait!

I only want to help you.

Oh, shit.

[Horn blares]

Uhh!

What's wrong with you, man?

Get up!

Hey, get the fuck off me!

I'm trying to help you.

I don't want your fucking help!

You don't want to kill yourself.

I've been through rough times.

Like what, your jacuzzi broke?

There's always another way out,

like letting someone help you.

Why the fuck would you want to help me, man?

Life has been good to me.

I saw you and thought,

it's a chance to make a difference to someone

who could use a break.

Why don't you save that shit

for somebody who gives a fuck?

Look, man, you're young, you know?

You're healthy.

You seem intelligent.

Why would you want to kill yourself?

Maybe I like choosing when I die.

Don't you have family, people who care?

I had a wife and a kid, and they're dead.

Isn't there anyone else?

No! No!

I find that hard to believe!

I don't want anybody to care about me.

I don't want to be responsible for anybody else's feelings.

I'm through with this shit.

Hey, let me ask you something!

If someone offered you a good job,

something that would be a real opportunity,

would you be interested?

No.

Ok.

Well, if you ever want to look me up,

I'm at the 7th street mission

every Thursday.

Yo, hold up, man.

What kind of job are you talking about?

My business partner and I

need someone to help us as a survival guide

with our hunts in the wilderness.

I don't know shit about that.

With my recommendation,

you'll have a decent chance of getting the job.

The pay is good.

How much money exactly, man?

Just go down there.

Talk to this man.

His name's burns.

You'll find out everything you need to know.

Can I help you?

Mason.

Hmm...

My partner.

He's such a...

Humanitarian.

Why don't you come in, please?

Sit down.

No offense, but...

You don't look like much of a hunter to me.

I was just getting ready

to say the same thing about you.

I've already got the job.

How many cigarettes do you smoke in a day?

As many as I can get.

I appreciate you coming in,

but the job needs someone with, uh...

Endurance.

I'm afraid your lungs couldn't handle it.

That's it?

Just that quick?

That's it?

Come on, man, I need this job.

I got endurance.

That's one of those running things

over there, right?

Turn that on. Put me on it.

I'll show you some endurance.

Keep this up for half an hour,

I'll give you 20 bucks.

For 20 bucks, I'll run to fucking Alaska.

[Breathing heavily]

[Panting]

[Beep]

[Breathing heavily]

Never thought you'd make it.

[Panting]

Never underestimate a man

who ain't got nothing to lose.

Every man's got something to lose.

[Panting]

Look, just 'cause you got a lot of money,

don't think you know every man.

So, how do I get ahold of you

if I need you?

Best hotel in town.

Man, 25 years ago,

I married this woman, this black woman--

voluptuous, pretty,

hair slick on her head.

6 months later,

all that shit was null and void.

I'd get home.

Son would say, "get out of bed."

I get on out the bed--

boy, who you done robbed?

Just give me a room,

one with a TV that works this time.

You must want the presidential suite.

I just want what I pay for.

Hey, before you get in that bed,

you wash your nasty ass, boy!

You make sure you wash your nasty ass!

I get to the kitchen, right?

Mr. Overland goes to the kitchen,

just like that.

Son of a bitch.

♪♪ 7 other brothers ♪♪

♪♪ my sister and my ma and me ♪♪

[Static]

[Jazz music playing]

[Knock on door]

[Knock knock knock]

Go away. I got the room till 12:00.

I thought you wanted a job.

You cut your hair.

I like to stay in style.

How'd you get the burns?

Playing with matches, all right?

No shit?

Yeah.

I got you some clothes.

They should pretty much fit you.

How in the fuck would you know what fit me?

Trust me. I've been doing this a long time.

I ain't doing nothing unless the money's right.

Ok.

We'll give you a couple of days

to get into the hang of things.

Food and lodging, we'll take care of it.

We'll start you off on $500 a week.

Here's a $200 advance.

It's money.

You do well,

we may give you a raise.

I'll be outside.

I spent quite some time in third world countries.

It changed my point of view.

It's a cliché to say

that life was cheap there,

but life was way beyond cheap.

I'm glad I got this job,

but I still don't understand what it is about hunting animals

that gets you off.

It's not about killing.

It's not about death.

It's about life.

You tell that to the animal.

The animal knows it, too.

This is going to be

quite a learning experience for you.

Whatever, man, whatever.

As long as I'm getting paid,

I could give a fuck.

Where is hell's canyon, anyway?

Hey, burns.

Burns.

Where are we at right now?

We just crossed the Oregon border.

Hey, this is some remote shit, man.

This is way out in the fucking boondocks.

Yeah, but it's beautiful.

It's just the way we like it.

It has great hunting, too.

Why hunt a pig, though?

This doesn't look like something

you'd want to kill.

We're not hunting frank.

He's our special guest.

Propane goes into the cabin.

Yeah, bring some beer from the fridge

while you're in there.

All right.

Ok, frank, let's get out of here.

Good. Good, good.

Watch it.

He's pretty nasty.

Wait till he gets here.

Come on, frank!

Come on.

Oh.

Shit.

Goddamn.

Shit, I wonder what's in there.

Beer.

Yeah.

Whoa.

Well, Mr. Burns.

Hello, doc.

Nice to be here.

Doc Hawkins.

Good to see you.

This is my son Derrick.

This your first time?

I've been hunting since I was 12.

Not like this one, he hasn't.

Meet Griffin, the oil man I was telling you about.

Glad you could make it.

You sure about this one?

I'm sure.

Has he got courage?

Gentlemen, I would like you to meet

our new hunting guide,

Mason.

Mason, this is Mr. Wolfe, sr.,

one of the most feared men on wall street.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you.

His son, wolfe, Jr.

How you doing, Jr.?

Derrick.

Dr. Hawkins.

How you doing, Mr. Hawkins?

You know where you're going?

Nice watch.

This is Griffin.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Griffin.

Ooh. Ooh.

Gentlemen, I hope you all brought your...

Appetites.

My, my. What are we having, a pachyderm?

Right this way.

[Pig squealing]

Big pig.

It's a good thing

you didn't eat on the plane.

This is for burns.

All right.

My god.

Gentlemen...

I'd like to propose a toast

to doc Hawkins,

who provided us with the initial inspiration

for these hunts of ours.

Thank you, Mr. Burns.

Each man out here will experience

the animal within himself,

so embrace it.

Don't deny it.

Allow yourself to feel the purity

of your primal essence.

It's god's gift to man.

Here's a toast to the hunters

and a prayer for the hunted.

Amen. Amen.

Well done.

Amen.

All right.

Let's eat.

Drink and be merry.

Would you pass me the carrots?

Carrots coming up...

Air mail.

You don't really look like a doctor to me.

I'm a psychiatrist.

A shrink?

Why? Does that surprise you?

You don't look like the kind of person

fucked-up rich people give money to

to tell all their personal shit.

I work for the company.

That's the CIA.

I know these two gentlemen's personal shit completely.

Yeah, doc thought, uh...

Hunting would be good therapy for us

when we retired.

Let me get this straight.

You kill animals, and that's therapy?

It works.

Hey, it works for me.

That's the stupidest shit I ever heard,

but it's cool. It's your thing.

Enjoy yourselves.

I am.

Life's true pleasures are so unpredictable.

I say, Cherish the moment...

For what it is.

Observe your food...

Smell it...

Touch it...

Put your mind into it,

and then when you're finally ready,

consume it...Slowly.

You do it your way, I'll do it mine.

How in the hell

did you become such a ter-fucking-rific chef?

We don't believe in the average processed food.

We hand-pick carefully.

Cole's the real expert.

There's a poem.

Yeats wrote it.

Could you tell that this meat would be this glorious

while the boar was still breathing?

I was pretty sure about it.

Well done.

How could you tell?

Well, it takes some experience, but...

You learn what to look for.

[Oinking]

You consider the, uh...

The animal's age...

What condition it's in...

Its hair...

Its musculature...

How it was raised.

You can pretty much tell.

What do you think?

It's all right. I like this.

450 a bottle.

4.50? I should've been drinking this shit

a long time ago.

$450.

[Chokes]

Don't waste it.

Ha ha ha!

I could live off that for 3 months.

You don't want to drink too much, anyway,

'cause you don't want to be slow tomorrow.

No, indeed.

[Oinks]

You're missing the best part, Mr. Mason.

When you're eating the flesh from the pig,

look into his little beady eyes.

That way, you will be devouring his soul.

Doc...

Sometimes you even scare me.

Good.

Have a cigar, kid.

I want you to tell me...

Where this came from.

Are you ready?

Hey, can I bum a cigarette off you?

Yeah. Take the whole pack.

I just want one.

I'm offering you more than just one.

I only want one.

Well, then the rest are going to go to waste.

Look here.

[Chuckles]

If you got something to say to me, just say it.

Where you from?

All over.

How old are you?

32. If you want to know my pants size, ask him.

Come on, Mason.

He's only trying to get to know you.

I don't like people getting in my personal shit.

He's been looking at me all day.

Mr. Mason, have you ever killed anything?

Yes.

My wife and kids.

You sack of shit!

John! John!

Take it outside.

You're fucking mine tomorrow,

you sack of shit!

What's up with that dude?

He lost his daughter a couple of months ago.

You didn't kill your family, did you?

How did that make you feel?

I came in my fucking pants.

I know more about you than you think, Mason.

You probably do,

but I don't know shit about you.

Ask me anything you want.

How'd you get that fucked-up scar under your eye?

I refer to that as my birthmark.

On my eighth birthday,

my father brought me a bulldog--

a fat little bulldog.

I named him prince Henry stout.

He was strong.

He would chase my pet Turkey.

He would chase squirrels up the tree.

I trained him, raised him,

fed him, groomed him.

I loved that dog.

More than anything in the world,

I loved that dog.

My father gave me

a handful of cherry bombs and m-80s

and said, "you're gonna train this dog

to be a protector."

So I got behind a little dummy my dad built,

and I tossed these cherry bombs and m-80s

at the dog.

Boom! Boom!

After a while, he'd get angry

and come at the dummy.

Rowr! Pow! He'd rip it apart.

Head was off. Shirt was gone.

So, 13 years old, birthday time.

Got me a 12-Gauge shotgun.

We're goin' huntin'.

I was so excited.

We went out in the clearing

in the woods.

My dad laid our guns down and said,

"son, today you're going to learn

"to control your emotions.

"You're going to do things some men

"are unable and unwilling to do.

Follow me."

We went around a clump of trees.

There's a little corral.

There's prince Henry stout

chained in the middle of the corral.

My dad took out

a pocketful of cherry bombs,

put 'em in my hand, and said,

"get in the corral,

"light those cherry bombs,

"and throw 'em at the prince.

"You're gonna face manhood.

"You're gonna fight that dog to the death.

"He's gonna kill you,

or you're gonna kill him..."

"Now!"

[Imitating lighting a fuse]

Boom!

[Snarl]

He was on me.

He was on me like flies on shit.

I had no chance.

I got my arm up between his teeth and my neck.

Went down in the mud, rolled over.

That dog is fightin' and bitin',

and I'm screamin' and cryin'.

I'm grabbin' him around the head.

I stand up and fall with my weight on him...

Hear his neck break.

He's dead.

He's not breathin'.

He's not...Yelpin', he's not bitin',

and I'm covered with blood.

I stand up. I wipe the blood off.

I lick it.

My dad says, "welcome to manhood."

That's why this is a birthmark.

Do your patients know about this story?

No.

But you do.

Derrick?

Hmm?

Oh.

Uh...turkey?

Good work, Derrick.

Here's to the turkeys, Mason.

Ha ha ha.

Well...

This is your room.

Mr. Burns, I really want to thank you.

I know.

I'll tell you about the job tomorrow.

Good night.

Well, Hank...

I'm on my feet.

[Door opens]

[Gun cocks]

Once upon a time,

there were 6 little hunters.

Rise and shine, Mason.

Yo, what the fuck-- fuck's up, Cole?

Get up.

Put your shit on.

This ain't funny!

Shut the fuck up

and put that shit on!

We'd like to play a game.

Yes.

It's very simple.

You see, the hunt begins now.

We're the hunters,

and you're the hunted.

You leave here now

with a head start of as long as it takes us

to eat a nice, leisurely breakfast.

If you make it to civilization,

you live.

If you don't,

maybe god will have mercy.

Ha ha ha ha.

Yo, burns.

Uhh!

Bitch!

Uhh!

Burns: Here he is.

Let the games begin.

You son of a bitch,

I want you so bad, I can taste it.

Let me get the door.

Let me get the door for you.

Get out!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Get out of here, you stinking motherfucker.

Run.

Yo, burns, what the fuck?

Run.

He's going to chase his nuts.

[Laughing]

Pace yourself!

I enjoy fucking with them. Don't you?

What excites me is breaking his neck with my bare hands.

That's fine, doctor, but I assure you,

I intend to shoot that son of a bitch myself first.

He better last long enough for a challenge.

Trust me, he will.

Wait a second, dad.

We won't hunt him, will we?

Keep your voice down.

No, no. He's a human being.

He's a homeless piece of shit.

He's nothing.

He's less than nothing.

Fuck that.

I won't take any part in this.

Oh?

You're too much like your mother.

I brought you out here to learn something about yourself

and about this world.

I spent $50,000 for you to learn a lesson,

to develop an instinct you don't have,

and I'll be damned if you're not going to learn it.

Don't disappoint me, Derrick.

Now, come on.

Let's have some breakfast.

You know, the only thing I miss up here...

Is the sports page.

Yep.

I'm so used to getting up,

having my morning coffee,

and opening up the sports page.

I don't read newspapers anymore.

They're like the mirror of the world's ugliness.

I like beautiful things.

I'm ready to go.

Relax, doc.

Digest your food.

We're wasting time.

Give him more time.

No.

Think of it as foreplay.

Never mind foreplay. I'm talking--

doc.

Prince Henry stout. Remember the rules.

I feel something special about this.

It's going to be so much more special

when you finally nail him.

Ha ha.

Yeah.

Derrick, eat some eggs.

You'll feel better.

Eat. Eat.

I'm not hungry.

I beg your pardon?

I said I'm not hungry.

Oh. Terrific.

I'll tell you what--

I'll pull a switcheroonie here.

I hope this is not going to be a problem.

It won't be.

No.

You'll be ok.

Dad, I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

$1,000 says my son'll draw first blood.

1, 2, 3.

You made yourself $3,000, Derrick.

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

Damn.

I wish I'd never started smoking.

All right.

Let's get the Turkey.

Whoo hoo!

Burns: You believe it?

These guys always start out the same way.

[Motorcycle engines]

Shit.

Burns: God, what a beautiful day!

Ha ha.

Cole: Don't you see his tracks?

Stevie wonder could follow these tracks.

You're mine, Mason!

I want you!

Oh, god.

I got something.

I see something.

Give me a bearing.

Right up here. 2 o'clock.

3 o'clock.

Hawkins: That's a mule deer, Griffin.

[Whistles]

[Imitates donkey]

Listen, you jackass.

If I tell you I see something,

you can piss on--

Mr. Griffin, why don't you stop talking about it

and show us where it is?

Well, all right.

All right.

Over here.

Wa-hoo!

I don't see anything.

Ha ha ha ha.

Come on!

What are you doing?

Griffin, there's no one there.

Uhh!

Think.

Think.

Think.

Th-think!

I saw him.

I fucking saw him!

Whoa! Whoa!

Well...

[Laughing]

I saw him.

I saw Mason.

He just shot and killed 4 trees.

Let's go take a look.

You laid them out. They're dead.

No one's there.

No one's there.

[Laughs]

Think.

[Bird caws]

Guns.

There's got to be some guns.

Uh.

There's got to be guns.

You know what I'm thinking?

None of them has ever done that before.

Done what?

I think he's gone back to the cabin.

He's figured something out.

Let's go.

Go!

Oh, yeah.

Guns.

Them sick motherfuckers.

Uh.

Uh.

CIA bullshit.

My motherfucking ass.

I'll show you motherfuckers therapy.

Yo!

[Motorcycle engines]

Oh! Hoo hoo!

[Whistles]

Shit.

Let's go!

Hey, Mason!

I'll look over here.

5,000, he's upstairs.

I'm coming for you, Mason.

Here I come, Mason.

Mr. Mason. Mr. Mason.

Get ready, Mason.

What's that smell?

Cole: Oh, no. He set us up.

Burns: Everybody out!

Hawkins!

Burns: Wolfe, get out!

Wolfe, sr.: Aah!

God damn it!

Derrick, run!

Aah!

We're going bare hands.

Uh!

I'm sending you back to your wife and kid,

you piece of dog shit.

Oh--

uh!

Uh!

Get me the fuck out of here!

Burns!

Help!

Aah!

Burns!

What a punt.

Dad, do you read me?

Dad!

Dad!

Burns: Get back here!

Dad!

Dad, where are you?

Dad!

Dad, I'm coming!

Dad, come on.

Dad!

Dad, put your arms around me.

Come on!

Let's go!

Having fun yet?

Ha ha.

Come on, Mason.

Get up.

Derrick: Let's get him out!

Help me get him out!

Give me your hand.

[Coughing]

Derrick, come on.

Where's Mason?

Where's Mason?

Come here.

Aah!

I like my meat rare.

Uhh!

Try well-done, bitch.

Burns: Derrick, hurry up with that water.

I found this.

No sign of Hawkins.

What happened to Hawkins?

He's history.

Oh, my god.

You're not still going to hunt him, are you?

The hell we're not.

Hasn't this shit gone far enough?

This is where it gets interesting.

He must have been out here somewhere.

You didn't see him, did you?

Answer the man, Derrick.

Look...

You just saved your dad's life.

You should be proud of yourself.

Which way did he go?

You know, he killed Hawkins,

and he nearly killed me.

Huh?

Derrick.

That way.

Let's go!

Let it burn.

[Growling]

Oh, shit. Ain't this a bitch?

I'm not going to hurt you.

You ain't going to hurt me.

You have a nice day, ok?

I'll get the fuck out your woods, ok?

Just cool out. Chill.

Nice wolf.

Cool. Cool. Cool.

Stay right there.

Oh, shit.

[Motorcycle engines]

There he is!

Wolfe, sr.: John, I got him.

[Gunshots]

Oh, shit!

[Wheezing]

You took my shot, senior.

Don't ever take my shot again.

What is that, a threat?

He nearly killed me, not you.

Just don't take my shot.

Or fucking what?

Be careful. Watch yourself.

Let go of me.

Let me go, son!

I'm going to have to put a bullet in his ass.

I see that now.

[Gasping]

Oh.

Aah. Aah.

Oh!

Shit.

Ohh!

Cole: If he survived the river,

there's only one place he can get out.

Ha. Still dry.

Cole: All right, gentlemen,

we'll go on foot from here.

Dismount.

He ain't far now, senior.

No, he isn't.

Burns: Do you smell that?

That idiot's smoking a cigarette.

[Coughing]

We've been had.

Let me see.

A tree smoking a cigarette.

[Laughing]

I told you this guy was good.

You didn't believe me, did you?

See, I know how to pick them.

I know how to pick them.

Sack of shit.

[Splat]

Griffin...

Griffin, talk to me.

[On headset] Griffin?

Can you hear me?

Come in.

Griffin, do you copy?

[Groaning]

Shut the fuck up.

Motherfucker.

Griffin, your position, please.

Griffin, come in.

Griffin, talk to me.

If you're lost...

I'll guide you home.

Burns, burns, you hear me?

Mason?

I--i wouldn't mind talking to Griffin.

He can't come to the phone. Know what I'm saying?

Mason, you're a sack of shit.

Let me talk to Griffin.

Fuck what you want, burns.

About what I want right now.

I want you, burns.

What did I do?

I got Griffin tied up,

and you ain't never going to find him.

I want you and only you.

Fly me back to the city.

After that, I'll tell you where he is.

Otherwise, I'll kill him.

Let me sleep on it.

You know, Mason...

You know why we're going to find you?

'Cause I can smell your stinking ass from here.

Yo, fuck you, Cole.

You punk sellout motherfucker.

Yo, burns,

you're going to do it my way,

or your man's going to be dead.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Your friends don't give 2 shits about you.

[Muffled]

You shut the fuck up,

or I'll bust you in your motherfucking head.

Listen.

Burns ain't going to come looking for you.

By now you should know

he don't give a fuck about shit but himself.

Just shut up, and I'll take this thing off.

'Cause I'll kill you.

I don't want to, but I'll kill your ass.

Shut up.

[Coughing]

I ain't going to scream no more...

But if you are going to kill me,

stop being such a chickenshit bitch

and pull the fucking trigger.

Maybe I'm just having some fun.

[Laughs]

Of course you are.

That's your kind.

You the motherfuckers been trying to kill people.

Then why don't you do what we do

and pull that fucking trigger?

Go ahead.

Pull it.

Look at Sirius-- the dog star.

Yeah. You think we'll find Mason tomorrow?

I know where he is.

Yeah, sure you do.

Where is he?

Over there.

Take a look.

Burns: The little hole in the mountain.

We'll have him sit up all night waiting,

then we'll surprise him at dawn.

Psst.

How's that grub?

Pretty good?

Pretty tasty?

Good.

Enjoy it, asshole.

It's going to be your last.

You ain't in no position to be threatening me, cowboy.

I ain't even threatening you, son,

'cause as soon as you find the balls

to take care of me,

you ain't never

going to make it out of here alive, anyway.

[Bug buzzing]

God.

Ha ha.

What's up?

Big, tough cowboy, you scared of a few little bugs?

Ain't never slept on the ground?

I sleep in a bed, shithead,

not like an animal.

Sleeping on the ground don't mean you're an animal.

It means you're poor.

Maybe.

That may be...

But you, Mason...

Are a waste.

Know what?

I'm tired of you.

What if I took this gun

and blow your motherfucking brains out?

You'd bleed just like me. Then you'd understand.

I don't care about my life anymore.

Don't you understan?

I don't give a shit!

I don't care!

[Wheezing]

[Wheezing]

That's crazy.

Someone like you,

just like you,

followed my daughter to school one day.

The police report said that...

She tried to get away from him.

Nobody had ever caught him,

and for all I know...

It was you.

Ain't that a bitch?

You got a personal problem,

and it ain't got Jack shit to do with me.

You said you fucking killed--

you don't know shit about me.

[Crying]

I was a mechanic, all right?

I used to work like a fucking dog,

night and day.

I had a wife, and I had a newborn kid.

We lived in a fucked-up part of town.

That's where poor people live.

I was, like, the manager of this building.

That's the only way I could stay there for free.

Had to work around the place, you know what I'm saying?

The place was--should've been fucking condemned.

I used to go to the city all the time

and told them they had to get shit together.

The place wasn't safe.

They didn't give a fuck.

They don't give a fuck

about people who live in the ghetto.

I told my girl

I was going to get around to it, you know?

The place was a firetrap.

So one day I come home late,

and I see this commotion out in the street,

and I'm looking,

and I notice this ain't where I live,

but at the same time, it was my building,

but I'm saying it's not my building...

But it was.

I ran inside.

By the time I got in there,

my wife and kids was dead.

Ahh.

I could've...

I--i kept putting off fixing that place, man.

I just kept putting it off.

You said that you killed them.

They're dead, ain't they?

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

For Christ's sake, hold your fire.

Where is he?

Who do I look like to you, Harry fucking Houdini?

I don't know where he is.

Y'all leave me any water?

Yeah, on my atv.

Huh?

My atv.

Here?

Yeah. Last one.

What time did Mason leave you?

Burns, I truly have no idea.

You don't know much, do you?

Maybe not.

You hungry?

Mm-hmm.

Can I take two?

Yeah.

I'll tell you what I know--

it's over. I'm out of here.

I'm going back where I belong--

going home.

No, you're not.

Oh, yeah, I am.

Lookit, doc Hawkins is dead.

He ain't never coming back,

and Mason could've killed me last night, but he didn't.

Let him go.

Mr. Griffin, you know we can't do that.

What are you afraid of?

You think he'll go to the authorities?

You'll never hear from him again.

He's probably right.

We're not taking any chances.

Are you crazy?

Think about this.

I have.

No, you haven't.

Well, look at all of you.

Listen once. I'm going to say it once.

I ain't going out with you no more.

I'm through.

If I can't stop you, I can't stop you,

but I'm going home.

Wolfe, sr.: John.

I'm going home.

Mr. Griffin.

You stupid Texas cowboy,

you stop it right there.

Or what?

Ha ha.

What, you're going to shoot me in the back?

Yeah.

I lied.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Aah!

Dad! Dad! Do something!

Dad!

You son of a--

Mr. Wolfe, we're all in this together, remember?

That's the agreement.

Just like a family.

Nobody ever gets away.

Isn't that right?

That's right.

We're all in this together.

Stop whining.

That's enough.

Little punk.

Wolfe, sr.: You all right? Huh?

Derrick: Yeah.

Take a deep breath.

Now, listen...

Now it's more than just Mason.

Hawkins and Griffin--

they were real people

who counted in the real world.

I'm as real as they were, asshole.

Wolfe, sr.: You're nothing, Mason.

It's such a beautiful day

out here, Mason.

Perfect day for hunting.

Where do you think he is?

It's down to you three and the boy.

I got my own gun.

My odds are getting better.

Your odds don't mean anything

out here, Mason.

What matters is if you win or lo--

that wasn't even close!

You never shot a big bore before?

Cole, your mama's up here.

I'm tired of this faggot. Let's get his ass.

Damn.

He thinks we won't follow him in the water.

Wolfe, sr.: Well, which way?

Let's get wet.

Mason!

Hey, Mason!

Wolfe, sr.: We could fish in this.

Cole: Shit.

Something's not--

something's not right about this.

Huh?

I don't like this.

Cole: There he is!

Get him! Get him!

Burns: Keep it going.

Aah!

Gotcha now.

Hey!

Hey!

[Laughing]

You ain't-- you ain't the last pick.

Oh, damn.

He ain't the last pick.

What happened?

What happened?

Oh.

Relax. You're ok.

Next year. Next--next year.

Shut up.

Next year we got to bring...

Got to bring more pigs.

We got to bring the girls up next time.

Somebody...

Walter...

We're going to have to put you to bed.

[Gagging]

[Gagging stops]

[Groaning]

Ohh!

[Groans]

Derrick.

Derrick, I'm sorry.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

What was it supposed to be like?

Like back at the cabin.

When you saved me, I was so proud of you.

I'll help you find Mason,

maybe even kill him...

But know one thing.

If we get through this shit,

I will never forget this,

because I am not like you.

Shit.

Damn.

What the hell's he shooting at?

I don't care. Come on.

3 left. It's gotta work.

Come on.

Yes!

That son of a bitch.

What do we do now?

Go after him. What do you think?

Afraid of heights?

No.

Good.

Bastard.

Aw, no.

You stay here, Derrick.

Fuck you, dad. Fuck you.

Way to go, Derrick.

You're doing good, son.

Uh!

Uhh!

Behind you!

He's behind us!

Derrick, look out!

Dad! Help me!

I can't hold on!

Aah!

I'm coming.

Help, dad!

I'm coming. Hang on.

Don't let me fall!

Dad, help! I'm slipping!

Don't let go, Derrick.

Help, I'm slipping!

Oh!

Aah!

Aah!

[Moaning]

Mr. Wolfe, sr.

Let's get the son of a bitch who did this.

That goddamn son of a bitch.

He's mine.

He's mine!

[Groaning]

Ohh. It didn't go in.

Give him to me!

Shit!

Aah!

Uhh!

[Gunshots]

Shit.

We can't get him from here.

We'll have to go down.

Yeah. Yeah.

Ohh. Uh.

I hope he's not dead.

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Son of a bitch!

Show yourself, you son of a bitch!

Mr. Wolfe.

Don't lose your head.

That's exactly what he wants.

I didn't hear you. What did you say?

Go ahead. You going to kill me?

Nice move.

Let me tell you what we're going to do.

It's going to be dark soon.

We'll wait and sit.

He wants us. He wants us bad.

We'll let him come to us.

Sound...

Is the key.

Be still.

Be patient.

Be a fucking hunter.

After I kill Mason...

We'll settle up.

That'll be...Nice.

I'll be over here.

Remember...

Careful what you shoot at.

[Gravel crunches]

Uhh!

What--

[bird calls]

Aah!

I know you're out there, Mason.

Don't be afraid, Mason.

Come up here like a man!

Look, Mason, I got no gun.

[Click click]

God damn it!

[Click]

God damn it!

I don't need this fuckin' gun!

Come on, Mason!

Show your fuckin' self!

[Spits]

Aah!

Aah!

[Punching and groaning]

Uhh!

You can't hurt me because you're nothing.

You're a maggot. You're a worm!

You're nothing!

Uh!

Die! Die!

[Crunch] Fuck that!

[Motorcycle engine]

Burns!

Burns!

Burn, baby.

Shit.

Forgive me, father.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Answering machine clicks on]

You've reached the offices of hell's canyon outfitters.

Please leave your message after the beep.

[Beep]

Hello.

This is Melinda wolfe calling again.

I left a message yesterday, but nobody returned my call.

I still haven't heard from my husband and son,

and I am starting to worry.

Please get back to me as soon as possible. Thank you.

[Click]

[Beep]

[Cranking starter]

[Engine won't start]

Oh!

Aah!

Excuse me, father.

God bless you, child.

Could you spare a little change?

I'm homeless.

Get lost.

Stupid asshole.

Mason: Hey, father burns.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ah, shit!

Aah! Aah!

How does that feel, huh?

Uhh!

No mercy, eh, Mason?

Huh?

Uhh! Uhh!

Holy Mary,

mother of god,

pray for us sinners!

Shit!

Aah!

How the fuck does this feel, burns?

All your punk-ass friends are dead now.

How the fuck does this feel now?

This...is the moment we've been waiting for.

Ok. Do it.

Finish the game.

Please.

Bang!

Game's over.

[Unloading gun]

[Bullet falls]

Lucky me.

Hey, Mason!

Burns, there's something you should always do

when you find a gun.

Say good-bye.

Always check the barrel.

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