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(engine turns off)

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

(whoosh in distance)

(bag thuds)

Can I help you? I don't want any trouble.

Who are you?

(alarm blaring)

(blaring stops)

S‐Sup, shitass.

(sighs)

Really miss you, man. Hope you're having fun up there,

wherever you are, eating lots of catfish.

'Bout to take Dad hunting.

Got some unfinished business to do.

Chunk's still out there. Did you know that?

See if I can get him before California.

I heard Cali was your idea, too.

(sighs) Help my bullet go straight, bro.

Have some backstrap by tonight.

Sup, white Jesus.

(snoring)

Psst!

(whispers): Dad! Wake up!

(knocks on door)

‐Get up. ‐What?

‐Sko. ‐Sko where? Hunting.

(grunts) Is it even season?

Yes. First day.

(sighs) I don't know. I'm just...

I'm not feeling it. Coffee's on.

(sighs)

Oh, God.

(grunting softly)

They're tied. You have to check the supports.

Did you check yours? Yes. Sko.

LEON: You always keep your hands at ten and two.

You never know...

When an animal's gonna dart out in front of you. I know.

I told you that before?

Yes. Like, a thousand times.

Do you swerve if a little animal

tries to run out in front of the car?

‐No, you hit it. ‐Good.

Even if it's a cute little puppy, you send

that thing into the spirit world.

You don't know how many accidents

have been caused by people trying to swerve.

‐(engine turns off) ‐(Willie Jack whoops softly)

Did you clean your rifle? Ugh. Yep.

You know, the night before, I take a toothbrush and Q‐tips,

and I clean my rifle thoroughly.

It's your OCD. It's all flared up.

It's not my OCD. Missed you.

It's been flared for about a year. Isn't hunting,

like, your favorite thing to do? Just doesn't hunt for a year?

Yeah. I just haven't felt like it.

WILLIE JACK: You always feel like it.

Well, things change.

Well, I'm not gonna be around here forever,

man, so better get these hunts in

before it's too late. Fuck.

Well, where you planning on going?

(gun fires in distance)

They're already moving.

Yeah, we should've been here earlier.

♪♪ ♪♪

(gun fires in distance)

(birds chirping)

♪♪ ♪♪

Here, hold this.

(grunts softly)

‐What? ‐What is that? My war paint.

Where'd you get it? Halloween store.

‐Let me see it. ‐It's for good luck.

Did you see all the chemicals on this label?

You shouldn't put that on your face.

Probably get some kind of face tumor from it.

‐What's a face tumor? ‐You know,

if you can't pronounce the names of the chemicals on the label...

‐Give me that shit. ‐Oh.

♪♪ ♪♪

(bird chirps)

(animal chitters)

(sighs)

So, back to you leaving.

You know, if you go,

you're not gonna be able to do weird stuff

with your friends anymore. Well, they're going, too.

It's mostly their idea. And Daniel's.

We're thinking California.

‐California? ‐Way better there.

How's California better than here?

'Cause Snoop Dogg's from there. Dr. Dre.

Shit, even fucking Dr. Phil.

But it's fun here. There's things to do here.

You know, eat catfish and... walk around,

and you can ride your bike and...

you know, just walk around and look at things.

Yeah, well, the stuff I want to do you can't do here.

Well, like what?

Like a deadly MMA fighter.

(grunts)

‐(crowd roars) ‐(bell rings) ‐Bitch.

MMA? No. Too many bodily fluids.

Get, like, a brain injury.

WILLIE JACK: Shit, a gourmet chef.

LEON: We got restaurants

here‐‐ Rob and Cleo's. Catfish is Life.

WILLIE JACK: Dog rescuer.

There you go. High five.

Yeah, and you'll get bit.

Plus, there's tons of dogs here that need rescuing.

(scoffs) Yeah, rez dogs.

Nobody cares about rez dogs. Fuck.

Not around here. Just let them run the streets.

Damn. That's a lot of stuff.

You're the one that told me I could be whatever I want.

Well, you're right. I did tell you that.

Why didn't you ever leave? Nothing out there for me.

Everything I want is here. My family, my friends.

I just always believed tend to my own garden.

Let everyone else tend to theirs. You'll see.

You know, people leave here all the time.

They come right back.

'Cause this is where their people are.

This is their home.

(leaves rustling)

(gobbles)

Fuck.

‐Fucking turkey, man. ‐Oh, my God. Goddamn bird.

‐Get out of here. ‐Shh!

‐Get... ‐They're usually pretty skittish.

Fuckin' scare Chunk away.

You know, I still don't remember Chunk.

Shit, here. Even got a picture. What's this?

WILLIE JACK: Chunk is that big‐ass buck we seen

about three, four years ago.

‐Me and Daniel named him. ‐Where'd you get this?

Printed it off your laser printer.

Okay, first off, you're not supposed to be using

my laser printer. W‐Where'd you get the picture?

Off your trail cam. I don't own a trail cam.

What? What do you mean?

Whose is it, then? It's probably the owners', then.

‐The owners'? ‐Yep.

‐Don't we own this land? ‐(chuckles) No.

We're Indian. We don't own land.

‐Well, we always hunt here. ‐Well, yeah, but we don't own it.

‐None of it's ours? ‐Used to be.

But my great‐grandfather sold it sometime in the '30s,

and... couple years ago, some Texas ranchers bought it.

Do you know the Texas ranchers? No.

Fuck, maybe they'll give it back.

(scoffs) Texas ranchers don't give shit back.

I never seen 'em, so I just started hunting the land.

But if you say you saw a trail cam,

they might be back. Could be poachers.

I mean, not like us, but, you know, different poachers.

You need to show me where that trail cam is.

("Daddy and Home" by Jimmie Rodgers playing)

♪♪ I am dreaming tonight ♪♪

♪♪ Of an old southern town ♪♪

♪♪ And the best friend that I ever had ♪♪

♪♪ For I've grown so weary ♪♪

♪♪ Of roaming around ♪♪

♪♪ I'm going back home to my dad ♪♪

♪♪ You made my boyhood happy ♪♪

‐(deer grunt blows) ‐♪♪ But still I long to roam. ♪♪

LEON: I think you just scared away every animal

for a five‐mile radius.

WILLIE JACK: Except that damn turkey.

Why do you want to go to L. A.?

They don't have trees like this. I mean, this‐‐

this is what's gonna bring you back.

Daniel wanted to leave.

Maybe if he left, he'd still be here.

LEON: Hopefully they don't have us on camera.

Sit down over there. See if we can spot anything.

Is there any hunting in California?

It's a big state. I'm sure there's some hunting.

I hear they hunt hogs.

Mm. What about L. A.?

Not unless you're hunting "Kardassians"

‐or something like that. ‐Fuck that.

I'm really sorry...

the way I've been this past year.

I'm sorry for the way I am right now.

Don't even say you're sorry right now.

You're gonna make me cry. Fuck. Wreck my war paint.

I do wish he was still here, though.

Yeah, me, too. Scaring off all the deer.

Oh, yeah, with his atomic farts.

(both laugh)

(Daniel imitating machine gun)

Daniel. Shitass.

Just, sometimes...

...I feel like he's still around.

You ever feel like that? All the fucking time.

(vocalizing an up‐tempo tune)

‐Come on, you know it. ‐Really?

(continues vocalizing)

Sorry, Unc, I'm just...

I'm just fucking bored and fucking hungry.

‐Shh. ‐We'll eat after were done.

I don't know if you noticed or anything, but...

there's no deer out here.

And there hasn't been any, like, you know,

every single year we come out here.

Hey, hey, hey. Chunk's still out there.

‐You know it. ‐Fuck Chunk. What?

You hear that, Chunk?! Fuck you! You pussy deer!

Just come out here so we can kill you already!

Got me out here fucking sweating for you,

‐and you won't even come out! ‐Hey!

You fucking pretentious cunt deer,

with your fucking big antlers!

I bet you can't even do shit with them!

Won't come out here and die like a real one.

Any other deer will do fine. I don't care about Chunk!

So fucking hungry!

Bugs flying in my hair! I'm tired of this shit!

Hurry up! Now there's really gonna be no deer around here.

‐I'm tired of doing this boring‐ass shit! ‐Daniel.

‐Jesus. Huh? ‐Sko.

Thank you. Finally, you're speaking my language.

WILLIE JACK: Always acting up.

DANIEL: Got to.

(camera shutter clicks)

‐There's that goddamn trail cam. ‐Fuck, finally.

‐Ho‐ho. ‐Ah.

Oh, yeah, it's one of those expensive ones, man.

You know, basically what they shot the Titanic in,

you can shoot the Titanic in that. 37,000 megapixels.

See that? That's what I want for Father's Day.

Shit, I'll give it to you right now.

All right. Got to get rid of the evidence.

(grunts) God dang, that's in there good.

‐(leaves rustling) ‐(footsteps approaching)

Whoa, fuck. Chunk.

No, it's probably that turkey.

‐MAN: Longhorns, got to be. ‐LEON: Aw, shit.

‐MAN 2: Damn coach. ‐Walking Texas ranchers.

‐Stock market. ‐Dow's down.

‐MAN: Cattle prices. ‐MAN 2: Feed price up.

Want me to shoot them? No.

‐MAN: Mexicans. ‐MAN 2: Yeah, investments.

‐MAN: Cancel culture. ‐MAN 2: Taxes.

‐MAN: Wokeness. ‐MAN 2: Government overreach.

MAN: Don't forget the gays.

We'll just wait here for a little bit.

Maybe they'll go away.

(Leon grunts softly)

That Daniel's? Yep.

From two years ago. Found it in the freezer.

Saving it. Still good.

(sighs)

All right, girl. I need to tell you something.

Few weeks before muzzleloader season...

...came up here at first light. I was bringing bags of corn,

like I do from time to time. And I saw something.

WILLIE JACK: What'd you see?

LEON: It's just hard to describe.

It was a being. It was covered in hair.

You know, and I... I‐I thought it was Tall Man.

Just had these eyes,

and they were looking right at me and they were glowing.

Just scared me to the bone.

That's why you didn't want to come hunt? Yeah.

That and Daniel. It was Daniel.

Daniel couldn't even grow a mustache.

Uh, it was Tall Man. Maybe it was Daniel's spirit.

trying to say goodbye.

Trying to say, "See you later, pauwv."

(chuckles)

You know, I'm glad we came out here.

I trust you. You know that?

Everything you said about all the stuff

you want to do when you get older‐‐

nobody says you got to go to California to do all that stuff.

But, you know, if you need to leave,

I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you.

Sure miss him, Dad.

Goddamn Daniel.

I couldn't help him in‐in the way

that he needed to be helped. You know, did I...

did I fail him?

(sniffles) There's nothing you could've done, Dad.

Can't control everything.

Come here, kid.

(crying, sniffling)

It's gonna be okay.

I fucking miss him, Dad. I miss him, too.

Can I help you? Uncle.

‐It's me. ‐Ah, Nephew.

What the hell you doing out so late?

I was at honky‐tonk with Elora. Just, uh, heading home.

‐What are you doing? ‐Just gonna

take some corn out to the mighty hunting grounds tomorrow.

Do you need any help? No, no, I'm pretty much done.

But don't worry, we're gonna get you out there, man.

We're gonna do some hunting.

Yeah. All right.

Well, you stay cool, Uncle. I'm always cool, brother.

Hey, hey. Hold on.

(grunts)

Here, put this on. Running around like a savage.

Gonna catch your death of cold. All right, turn around.

All right. You okay? Yeah.

I'll see you later, Uncle.

All right. Boom.

All right. You be good, boy. I will.

(sniffles)

Mm‐hmm.

Oh, fuck. Fucked up my war paint.

(chuckles)

(rustling nearby)

‐Shh. ‐Go, go. It's Chunk.

♪♪ ♪♪

Breathe.

(gunshot)

("I Don't Mind" by Sturgill Simpson playing)

♪♪ There's a lonely feeling ♪♪

♪♪ I carry ♪♪

♪♪ That will follow me all my days ♪♪

♪♪ Well, just when my clouds were drifting ♪♪

♪♪ My plan got rearranged ♪♪

‐'Sup. ‐♪♪ But there ain't no ♪♪

♪♪ Going back now. ♪♪

Guess the fuck what. I got Chunk.

Fucking lined him up, shot him straight through the heart.

Fuck yeah.

I'll let you know how that backstrap tastes.

Hope you're with Grandpa somewhere. Hunting.

Probably singing, dancing... farting.

Everyone wants to leave to California, but...

...it's really hard leaving everyone here.

I don't know how you did it. Maybe you didn't know, but...

I'm not mad at you anymore.

In case you were hungry.

Watch over us. Love you, bitch.

(elders singing Creek hymn)

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