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- Oh, stupid.

Go kill something.

- Can
i help you, miss?

- I'm waiting for the sheriff.

- I'm the sheriff.

Name's windgate.

- You're
not wearing a uniform.

- I rarely do.

- Then how do I know
you're the sheriff?

- Well, I don't
know what to tell you, miss,

you can wait out here
as long as you like.

Maybe another
sheriff'll come along.

- Wait.

Wait!

- Whatcha got there?

- My mother's cat.

Mine, since she passed.

- Oh, my god.

What happened?

- He cut her off.

- Who?

- This guy.

Blackway.

I don't...I don't
know his first name.

- Richard.

- You know him?

- Oh, yeah, most around here do.

I'm surprised you
don't, actually.

- I'm not...From
here, originally.

I mean, I was born here, but...

That was a while ago.

- So, what brings you back here?

- My mother died in June.

- You're Betsy
Warren's daughter.

My condolences.

She was a fine lady.

So, how long's Richard
blackway been bothering you?

- I think this goes
way beyond "bothering me."

- Harassing.

- He attacked me.

- When was this?

- Last week, after work.

- Where?

- Sullivan's.

I waitress there, a
couple of nights a week.

- Why didn't you report it then?

- I didn't
think that I was

ever gonna see him again.

I thought he was
just passing through.

But now he's everywhere I go.

The grocery store,
the gas station...

- Well, it's a small town.

You run into the same people--

- no, no.

He's following me.

- Well--

- watching me.

- 'Fraid there's not
much I can do for you.

If you'd come in, last week,
after the alleged assault...

- "Alleged"?

There were witnesses.

- Let me ask you something.

Did your mother
leave you the house?

- Yes.

- Well, my advice
is, you unload it

for whatever you can get for it,

and catch a bus back to wherever

it was you were living
before Betsy passed.

- Can't you do something?

Call him in for
questioning or something?

I...Just get him
to leave me alone.

Give me a restraining
order, something.

- It's just not
the way it works around here.

- How do things
work around here?

You sit on your asses until
he breaks into my house

and does god knows what to me?

Huh?

Fuck it, whatever, I don't
even know why I bothered.

- Miss Warren.

You know the saw mill,
the other side of town?

Big place, by the
side of the road.

- Uh huh.

- Maple lake timber.

You might try going out there,

and see if Scotty's around.

- And he can get Blackwell
to leave me alone?

- Well, he will if
whizzer asks him.

- Who's whizzer?

- Whizzer's the
boss, he, uh, he runs the place.

You go see him, go see whizzer.

Oh, and if you want, you
can leave your cat with me,

I'll make sure
she gets cremated.

- No, I got it.

- 'Night, Lillian.

- Fuck you!

You say "fuck you" again, one
of these nights, I just might.

- Stop.

- Get down, get down.

- I can't hear you.

What?

Want to get a coffee?

- Get out of here, go on.

- Lonely old timers took me out
back,

to the log bunkhouse, to show me

a big Douglas fir,
they'd left standing.

And I'm not just talking
about an ordinary pine,

I'm talking...This,
this one was special.

It's what, uh, old wood choppers

used to call a "wood's wife."

Um, had a knothole in the
trunk, about yea high.

And what you did,
the mood strikes you,

you got yourself a hand full
of lard, for the kitchen.

And you greased up that
knothole, real good.

And , then, uh...

Well...

- You're shitting me.

God's truest.

What do you think
goes on up there, huh?

50 loggers stuck up there
in the woods, all winter?

No women?

There's just so much
checkers a man can play.

- I'll be damned.

- Some folks call
'em "pussy pines."

- You screwed a tree?

Still picking the

splinters out.

Hey, what's up?

- Lady in a little car.

Recognize her?

- Yeah, I seen her waitressin'
over at Sullivan's.

Helps out with the kids at
the elementary school, too.

- Which one of you is whizzer?

- Help you?

- Guy named Scotty work for you?

- Who told you that?

- The sheriff.

Scotty ain't here.

- He's upstate,
went to white river.

- He got
a brother up that way.

- It's not his
brother, it's his uncle.

It's his brother,

I played pool with the guy.

- What do you want with Scotty?

- This guy's been bothering me.

He killed my cat.

He trashed my fucking car.

I need someone to
help me...Talk to him?

I don't know, threaten him,
if that's what it takes.

The name's blackway.

- You tell sheriff windgate
about blackway bothering you?

- He said there's
nothing he can do.

He said to come here,
and ask for Scotty.

He said Scotty would
know what to do.

- He'd
say, "get another cat."

- There you go.

- Or leave town.

- I am not leaving.

- Why not?

- Because, this is
where I live now.

- A pretty girl like you
could live plenty of places.

Where were you before this?

- Seattle.

- Seattle's
nice, go back.

- You know
where else is real nice?

- Portland.

- What is wrong with you people?

I grew up here.

This property's all I got, and
i put a lot of work into it.

I will be damned if some asshole

is gonna run me out of town.

So I will ask you one more time.

How do I find Scotty?

- I'm sorry, miss, Scotty's
not here, and I can't help you.

- Pathetic.

- Fuck!

Ugh, damn it!

- Anybody wants
to go with her, I'll pay ya

a week's wages and cover
your funeral expenses.

- Yeah, I'll do it.

I'll go with her.

- What's that, les?

- I said, "I'll go with her."

- You, you gonna
go find blackway?

- Sure, why not?

- You're
not...Seriously thinking

of taking on
blackway by yourself?

- No, I'll take Nate with me.

- You
think he's up to it?

- I can ask him.

Nate?

- Whaddya say,
Nate, you wanna go with les?

- I d-d-don't mind.

- You know who
blackway is, dontcha?

- I seen him.

- Think
you'll be up for it?

- I guess.

He's kinda old, ain't he?

- Yeah, like me.

- You sure about this, les?

- Yeah.

Mm.

- This ain't your fight, you
didn't go askin' for this.

- No, she didn't,
either, did she?

- Maybe so.

But, sure as hell
would be better,

for everyone involved,
if she just left town.

- Yeah.

- Well.

- Ok, um, I'm leaving this here.

Don't you touch it with
that thing on your lip.

Come, let's go.

Come on.

Hey.

Trouble?

- Damn thing won't start.

- I'm not surprised, your
battery's screwed up.

Terminal's corroded.

Useless.

Ok, we'll, um, use
Nate's truck, ok?

- For what?

- What do you think?

To find your friend blackway,
isn't that what you want?

Scotty's not gonna
help you, he's

as scared of blackway
as everyone else is.

My name is Lester, by the way.

That's Nate.

- He's like 100 years old.

- Close.

- Shit.

You don't have any
friends who could help me?

- Pickup
only seats three.

- Give me the keys.

- It's my truck.

- Give me the keys, come on.

Get in the truck.

- You think
whizzer's serious

about paying us a week's wages--

- no.

- I can pay you.

- Yeah?

- I've got some
money from my mom's--

- we don't
need your money.

Get in.

- We d-d-don't want her money?

- No, we don't.

Get in.

Ok.

- Girl is a piece
of work, ain't she?

Callin' us pathetic.

- I'll tell you who's
a piece of work.

Windgate.

Sending her to us because

he's too chicken
shit to do his job.

- Yeah.

He's still thanking
his lucky stars

blackway got bored
of being a deputy.

Moved onto bigger things.

- Badder things.

- I don't know what
les is thinking.

- I'll tell ya.

He's thinking, he
sees a young girl

in trouble and needs help.

Could be any one
of our daughters.

- Nate didn't seem to
scared by blackway.

- He don't know better.

What about Lester?

- Lester's scared of
blackway, all right.

If he ain't, he should be.

- Ok, quick stop for supplies.

- Can i
use your bathroom?

- Want to take a bath?

- No.

- You want the can?

- Yeah.

- Then say so.

Inside.

- What's all this stuff?

- Oh, whirligigs.

He makes them.

His wife used to, to sell them.

D-d-don't know why
he still makes them.

She's long gone.

- She died?

- She left.

Ran off with the d-d-dentist.

That's what I hear, anyway.

- Les lets
me crash here when

my mom and I aren't
getting along.

- Oh, yeah?

Where is the bathroom?

- Up the stairs.

You gotta jiggle the
hand-d-d-le after you flush.

- You go to Mckinley?

- Nah, I was home schooled.

- Don't play well with others?

- Mom's real religious.

- What
happened to his daughter?

- Killed herself.

Over the g-g-ghost of something.

He never talks about her.

- What's that?

- Hittin' rods.

- Bullshit.

I don't want guns in this.

- Uh huh.

How do you think we're gonna

get blackway to leave you alone?

- I don't know, i
haven't gotten that far.

- Gonna
reason with him?

Do you think he's
a reasonable man?

If you don't want to
do it, if you don't

want to go through with
this, say the word now,

I'll drop you at the
bus station, and, uh,

get the next bus out of town.

- We threaten him with that?

And he'll leave me alone?

- I don't know.

Your guess is as
good as mine, kiddo.

- Better know how to use it.

- Fasten your seatbelt.

- Afternoon, ladies.

- Scotty!

- Hey, just
been talking about you, Scott.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Girl come in here this
morning looking for you.

- Blackway's
been following her.

- Bashed in her window.

- Killed her cat.

- What's that gotta do with me?

- Well, windgate
sent her to find you,

he, uh, said you,
you'd had dealings

with blackway in the past, and

might be able to help her out.

- Why?

- Might have figured you'd
want to even the score.

- Yeah,
how many other ones

you went against him,
that time at the fort?

I seem to recall it being three.

- Don't remember.

Made my peace with blackway.

I've got no score to settle.

- You got anything
else to say, Scotty?

I didn't think so.

- Fitz.

Fitz.

Hey Fitz,

it's les.

Fitz, come on, open up.

Can we talk?

- Shut up.

- We're
looking for blackway.

- Why?

- Well, we'll just looking
for him, that's why.

- He was here.

This was, uh, my uncle Joe's.

You remember him?

- No.

- He's been
dead, 20 years.

I'm not sure if it
even fires, anymore.

- What happened with blackway?

What happened with
blackway, Fitz?

- It was a business thing.

Blackway came in with a job.

A piece of land, over
near the key mountain.

Woman lives in Portland.

Blackway's got
his side contract.

So many feet, downs, roads,
you know how it works.

Looks ok.

So, we give blackway
his broker's fee,

and away we go.

Shut the fuck up!

- Hey.

Shh.

- Sorry.

Not even my dog.

Anyway, we were in there,
the house, six weeks.

One day, I get a
call from the job boss.

Seems he's had a
visit from the owner.

And the sheriff's deputy.

The owner was pissed.

He doesn't know anything
about any logging jobs.

He doesn't know anything
about contracts.

What he does know, is that he's

got about 40 acres less woods.

Than he thought he had.

- I, uh... blackway forged
the owner's signature.

- Yep.

Yep, says, I'm, um, gonna
be hearing from his lawyer.

I expect I will.

It was Monday.

The next day, I was
gonna see the sheriff.

Tell him about blackway.

That night, Cynthia
and I, are in bed,

sound asleep, I wake up.

For a minute, I don't know why.

Then I do.

Somebody's sittin' there.

By our bed.

Just sitting there in the dark.

Got our little girl.

Heidi.

I reached for the light.

"Leave it," he says.

It's blackway.

And, Cynthia, she's up.

- Who is it?

Who's there?

- He says, "shush her."

Blackway, he doesn't
pay her any attention.

- Hey, Fitz.

Heard you were thinking
of talking to the sheriff

about that situation at McKay.

- Maybe.

- Maybe?

Why would you do that?

Haven't we made a lot
of money together, Fitz?

Haven't we?

I put a lot of people
to work in this town.

Don't disappoint me, Fitz.

I have to come back here again,

you're never gonna
see her again.

- Well, he gets up, he's gone.

- So, you didn't go
to the sheriff, then?

- He's serious.

- You know where blackway
is, Mr. Fitzgerald?

- No.

Why?

- He's been causing trouble
for the, um, girl here.

- Where would you
go to find him?

- No place.

I'm sorry.

- I know Heidi.

I substitute at her
school sometimes.

- You know my daughter?

- She's
a real nice girl.

My name's Lillian.

- She's, uh, mentioned you.

Yeah.

Um...

You might want to
try diamond mountain.

There's, um, a logging
crew getting finished up.

If blackway's not there,
don't know where he is.

- Ok.

Thanks a bunch.

- You see him?

- No, not yet.

Nate, go out, and, uh...

Ask if they've seen him.

- Sure.

- Help you?

- I'm looking for blackway.

- Why?

- I need to see him.

- He ain't here.

Who are they?

- They're looking
for blackway, too.

- Hey, good morning.

How you doing?

- What's
that, you got there?

- Curtain rods.

- Bullshit, curtain rods.

- Well, you'll
never know, will you?

Has blackway been
here, this morning?

- He was here.

Might be, he's gone to the
fort, to check in with Murdoch.

- Why
don't you shut up?

- Why don't you?

Blackway never
said nothing about

telling nobody where he was.

- Thanks, I'm much obliged.

Go back to work now.

Go on.

Thank you.

- When you find blackway,
you're gonna wish you hadn't.

- Whatever you say, pal.

Whatever you say.

- D-d-did
you see that dog?

- Yeah, he was big.

Didn't know whether to
ride him or milk him.

- You want to milk
him, you're on your own.

- Sure as hell looks like a gun.

- Uh huh.

- You tricked him.

- She doesn't like tricks.

- I guess she prefers fights.

- Yeah,
like my ex-wife.

- That's not gonna
scare blackway.

- You never know.

You never know.

- I don't see
his truck, anywhere.

- See the Harley
at the door, there?

That belongs to his
bookkeeper, Murdoch.

Ok, let's go and
see what's inside.

- I'll pay you back on Friday
okay...

Hey.

Got you a beer.

- I know you?

- I'm your new parole officer.

- The fuck you are.

What do you want?

- Looking for blackway.

- "Blackway."

- Yeah.

- Who's "blackway"?

- Well, he's been,
kind of, messing with

that young lady over
there, you know,

giving her trouble,
and I thought,

perhaps, you could help
me find him, you know.

You really think this old
fuck and his boyfriend

are gonna be able to
help you, sweetheart?

- Don't call me that.

- Hey, Nate,
lighten the fuck up.

We're just having a
friendly talk here,

what's the matter with you?

- You know, my
advice to you, sweetie,

is, do whatever you can,
you know, for blackway.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, maybe, maybe get
on your knees, huh?

Appeal to his better nature?

- You say that again, you're
gonna need a d-d-doctor.

- Oh, I'm
gonna, I'm gonna

need a d-d-d-doctor?

- Nate.

- Son of a bitch!

- Hey, boss!

Knife!

- Oh.

- Ow.

- Leave him alone.

- He's hurt.

- It's his fault.

- Why is it my fault?

- Just is, that's why.

- He start-t-Ted it.

- He didn't, you started it.

- Stop the car.

- Gonna throw up or something?

- No, I just need to get out.

- What's the problem?

- This is my fight, ok?

Not yours, hear me?

- Well, it seems to be
ours, now, doesn't it?

Why are you doing this?

- Needs to be done.

Needs to be done.

Hey, Sam, how are you?

- Hey, guys.

- Good.

- How's it going, man?

- Good.

Hey, dottie, beautiful.

- Oh.

- Where do you want us to sit?

- Oh, you can go to hell.

Uh, your friends can
sit wherever they like.

- All right, thanks.

- Want your coffee?

- Yeah, some water for my pill.

- What's that for?

- Huh?

- Your heart?

- No, down below.

- Viagra?

- No.

- It helps him piss.

- You have to take
a pill to piss?

- No, I have one stop pissing.

- Here's some water.

- Thanks.

- Ok.

Ok.

- Just coffee, thanks.

- Omelette and toast for her.

- Ok.

- But I'm not hungry.

- Gotta eat, shut up.

An omelette and toast and...

- Can I get a hamburger,
a Philly cheese steak,

and a side of onion rings?

Oh, what's your soup of the day?

- Give him the same as her.

Ok.

Thank you.

- Cover your face.

Back in a minute.

- Les.

- Hi, Chris,
how are you doing?

- I'm, I'm doing good.

Listen, I'm sorry
i never made it

to Amy's memorial, but I...

- That's ok, you were
inside, you couldn't.

When did you get out?

- A couple
of months ago.

I'm 83 days clean and sober now.

- Good.

- Hey, are you ok?

- Yeah.

- Let me see.

Tough guy, huh?

- It wasn't so bad.

- That's not what you think.

I used to work in a restaurant.

I was baking muffins.

- Looking for blackway.

Where can I find him?

- Didn't you just hear me?

I'm clean now, 83 days.

- So?

- So, the last thing I need
to know is where blackway is.

- You used to work
in a restaurant?

- Yep.

I was even gonna open
my own place someday.

Until the asshole that I was
with snorted up all our money.

- What kind of
food was it gonna be?

- Just, something simple.

Breakfast, lunch, coffee.

- Where is he, Chris?

Where is blackway?

- What I hear is,
he's up at that

old motel he owns,
out on route 40.

- The hylatt?

- Yeah.

Listen, just watch yourself.

I hear he's into all
kinds of heavy shit now.

Meth, hillbilly heroin,
all kinds of stuff.

- Oh.

Who he's got working for him?

- I don't know their names.

I don't know.

They ain't from around here.

- You should open up
a place like that in town.

We could use some good coffee.

And good anything.

Oh, you should, uh, let
roena deal with that.

- Shut up, les.

- Who's roena?

- No one.

- Shes little
honey pie, his girlfriend.

- Shut up, les.

- She works
over there at the clinic.

- A nurse?

- She's a technician.

- That's
not what I heard.

Ooh.

- Well, you heard wrong.

- Rowen-n-na I l-l-love
you.

- Shut up les you're not
funny.

- What are you
doing with her, les?

- Who?

- Her.

- Helping her out.

- Shouldn't get involved.

Don't get in his way.

- That his truck?

- No.

He drives a silver
monster truck.

- Quite a big operation,
going on here.

Plenty of parking space
and, uh, lots of rooms.

Lots of young girls, probably.

Their just kids.

Bastard.

- No, it's good.

When the sheriff sees this,
he'll have to do something.

- Oh, yeah?

He's not going to cross
blackway, that's why

he sent you to see that,
uh...What's the guy's name?

- Scotty.

- Scotty.

The only one that's
gonna get this pig is,

somebody he cannot buy off.

Ok, I'm gonna see
what's going on.

- Then I'll come with you.

- Stay here.

- You're gonna spill it!

- Bitch, you spill it!

- Give it to me!

- It's all your
fault, you did that.

- Come on, I need some!

- Shut up!

- Did he
say who they were?

- I don't
know, some old fuck,

and, and, and his kid.

Might have been his son,
Murdoch wasn't sure.

Said he hadn't seen him
before, or the girl.

- Girl?

- She's the
one looking for you.

- What
girl's looking for me?

For what?

- I don't know.

- You the
dead girl's grandfather?

- Her father.

- Wouldn't blame a man

for having a few drinks
after burying his daughter.

Put your window down.

Where you going in such
a hurry, old timer?

- Home.

- You've been drinking?

- No.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah.

Just get on with it.

- What did you say?

- Just write the goddamn tick--

- get
out of the truck.

Get out of the truck!

Now!

Where you coming
from, all dressed up?

- Been to morrison's.

- Funeral parlor?

- Yeah.

- You the dead
girl's grandfather?

- Her father.

- You're her father.

- Yeah.

- Well, wouldn't
blame a man for having

a few drinks after
burying his daughter.

- I haven't
been drinking.

I won't say it again.

- You gonna say
it as many goddamn

times as I want you to say it.

Let's go, this way.

The old sobriety test.

I don't have any kids, myself.

At least, none that I know of.

Gotta be pretty
fucked up, though.

Watch your only
kid running wild.

Hanging out with the bad crowd.

Getting mixed up with drugs.

Let's go, let's go, let's
go, walk, pop, walk.

Wondering, "was I a good dad?

"Was I a bad dad?

"Was I too strict?

"Not strict enough?"

Let me put your mind
at ease, old man.

In my experience,
from what I've seen,

nothing you could have done.

A girl like Amy.

She can't be contained.

You sure as shit ain't
gonna change her.

You were probably
just a bad dad.

You're done.

- Did
you just hear that?

- Just
the ice machine.

- All right.

Catch ya later.

- Aright, see ya

- shit.

- That was his
motorcycle, what happened?

Did you talk to him?

- Yeah, sure, we sat
down, had a cup of tea,

talked about the weather,
the movies, and everything.

What the hell do
you think I did?

- So, what now?

- We just have
to find out, that's all.

- Can you give
him a message for me?

Tell him "delphine says,
'hey' and, he should call me."

- Fuck am I, an answering
service?

- Tell him.
- - Good afternoon.

God, it's cold,
isn't it?

- Who are you?

- So, we're looking
for Richard blackway.

Do you know where he is?

- He ain't here.

- Well, we've
been trying to find him.

But, uh, where is he?

Do you know where he went?

Are you...Where did he go to?

- Why
do you want blackway?

- Well,
because we are from

the church of the holy
spirit, you understand?

And he won.

Well, I mean, he won the church
raffle, it's unbelievable.

He won it.

- Won what?

- Well, uh,
the fact is...

He won the toaster
oven, you know?

- Christ
the red-d-deemer.

- Christ the
redeemer, god bless him.

Amen, praise Jesus, amen.

- Trudy.

Trudy, it's me.

It's Lillian.

We went to Mckinley together.

No, no, no, it's ok, it's ok.

Shh.

We gotta get you out of here.

- Well, he
won a toaster oven,

just like one of these,
i suppose, there.

- No, he d-d-didn't,
he won the gas--

- where are the keys?

Where are the keys?

- You're
thinking of last year.

- He won the toaster.

- You're
thinking of last year.

Denny won the cord of wood.

- He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Good afternoon.

What the fuck is this?

- What?

- Who are they?

- They're looking for blackway.

He won a toaster.

- He won a what?

- He won that toaster
oven.

- No, you're right.

I just didn't, one, two...

That's right.

- Who are you, what
the fuck do you want?

- Well,
we're from the IRS.

We want to know where blackway's
hanging out these days.

Can you tell me, please?

- Yeah, I know who you are, now.

Fuck you, old man.

- What the hell are you doing?

You're crazy.

What's the matter with you?

Tell me, where is blackway?

I don't know, he's--

- where is he?

Where is he?

Where is blackway?

Tell me.

You shot me in the foot!

- I'll
shoot the other one.

Where is blackway? Where?

- Oh!

- Where?

You know where he is!

- He's in the town!

- Where is he?

- I don't know!

He's got a place in the town.

- You son of a bitch
- I don't know!

Old man, listen to me--

- les, we gotta go.

Les, we gotta go!

- Get the fuck...

I'm gonna fucking
kill both of you!

You're both fucking dead!

- Did you have to
blow the place up?

- Sorry.

- Sorry, eh, you're nuts.

- I'm gonna fucking bury
you

I'm gonna fucking bury you!

- We're never
gonna find him, now.

- Who?

- Blackway, blackway, blackway!

What's the matter with you?

Wake up!

What the hell do you
think I'm talking about?

Could be anywhere up in
the towns, now, anywhere!

Who's that?

- She's a friend, we went
to high school together.

- Why is she with us?

- She's coming with us.

- Hell, she's not
coming anywhere.

- We need to get
her to a hospital.

- Why, what's
the matter with her?

- He's gonna kill her.

- So?

- We can't just leave her here!

She needs to see a doctor! He
cut her in the face!

- Shut up, shut
up, shut up, shut up!

Shut up!

- What's your name, kid?

- Trudy.

- Are those
freaks up at the motel,

did they do this to you, kid?

Mess you up?

Blackway, the worst?

- Yeah.

- Ok, she
doesn't need a hospital,

she needs to get the hell away
from this place, right now.

- Now, if she
was... what's her name?

- Lillian.

- Yeah, if she was smart,
she'd get on the bus with her.

- She seems smart.

- Yeah, you too.

- Thanks.

- I meant, if you got
on the bus, with them.

- Huh?

Well, we're not gonna find
blackway now, and, uh...

Next time we see him,
is when he finds us.

Gonna hang around for that?

- I hear
Portland...Is pretty nice.

- That's what they say.

Oh, not so smart.

- All right, let's go.

- Where?

Blackway's up in
the town forest.

As much chance as
finding bigfoot up there.

- Trudy said he's got a
camp near the old gold mine.

- The old noisy
creek logging site?

- Yep,
that's what she said.

What are you waiting for?

- Ok.

- You don't
have to go with us.

You know that?

- Sure, I do.

- Ok.

Once you do, you're
gonna go all the way.

There's no turning back.

You ready for that?

- You mean kill him.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Maybe.

- Well, if it's not me or Trudy,
it will be some other girl.

Right?

- Right.

- Let's get on with it, then.

- Ok.

- Old
Lester and me, we got

our start in them woods.

Only things that like
it up there in the towns

are bears, moose, and beavers.

Whatever else it was

that got those Canadian fellas.

- What fellas?

- Loggin'
crew, down from b.C.

Tough sons of bitches.

Now it's April, a couple, three
feet of snow on the ground,

logging company hasn't heard
from them in quite a while.

So, he sends them in, in
snowshoes to hike in there

and find out what's what.

When he finally
gets to that cabin,

he finds the log skidder
marked out front.

Inside, their clothes,
equipment, old weather gear.

Even plates of food,
still on the table.

- Just like they was interrupted
in the middle of supper.

- But of those four
woodchoppers,

he finds not a trace.

Nor did anyone else, ever.

That's towns for ya.

- I used to know
some kids from high school

that used to go
to towns to party.

- They're lucky they
didn't, didn't get lost.

Hund-d-dred square
miles of nothing.

It's like the
bermud-d-da triangle,

except for fucking trees.

- Hey, watch
your language, will ya?

Towns are a weird place.

Long way off the road.

Ok, we walk from here.

- It gets cold.

- Dewar's on the rocks.

- Thanks.

- You want to start a tab?

- No.

Here.

Take it out of this.

Keep the change.

- That's a really nice tip.

- That's a really nice smile.

- Thank you.

- What, for the
compliment, or for the tip?

- Both.

Can I get you anything else?

Something from the
kitchen, maybe?

- No.

Just your name.

- Lillian.

- "Lillian."

I like the name "Lillian."

You're new around here,
aren't ya Lillian?

- Sort of.

It's been a while.

- What time do you get off?

- In about an hour.

- Oh, I can wait.

- I can't.

- Can't?

All right, have a seat, then.

- That's not what I meant...

- I know what you meant.

- I have to get home.

- You got someone
waitin' for ya?

- Uh huh.

- Husband?

- My mom.

- Your mom.

Your mom's waitin'.

Well, call her up, tell
her you're gonna be late.

She'll understand.

If she's as pretty
as her daughter,

she'll understand real well.

- I gotta go.

- Ok, Lillian.

- This way, over there.

- My offer still stands.

- "Offer"?

- For a drink.

- I just got off work.

- We'll
go somewhere else.

We'll go to my house.

- Listen,
I'm exhausted.

I really just want to go
home and go to bed, you know?

Hey, asshole, I'm serious.

What do you want?

- Same as you, Lillian.

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

- You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

You got your shirt on, that
barely covers your breast.

You got your best jeans on,
to make your ass look so good.

That's right, you
got my attention.

Now the question is, what
are you gonna do about it?

- Please, please, just
let me get in my car.

- Under one condition.

- What's that?

- Give me a kiss.

- Is this a joke?

If I give you a kiss,
will you leave me alone?

- Give me a kiss.

- Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy.

Shh shh shh, easy.

- Hey!

- Get back inside.

- Lillian, you all right?

- Moron!

Get back inside!

Now!

- Ok.

- My fault.

- Huh?

- He seemed like a regular guy.

I didn't know what to do.

I was just trying
to be friendly.

- Oh, it isn't your fault.

Doesn't matter what you
did, what you didn't do.

Blackway's just a piece of shit.

Fuck him.

He'd have found you
either way, that's life.

If it wasn't blackway, it'd be
something else, wouldn't it?

Cancer, car wreck, drugs, dope.

Suicide.

You name it, it's all...It's
always going to be something.

It's all in the game.

Yeah.

None of us gets out
of this life without

some bad stuff comes
looking for us.

Keep our heads down,
hope it passes us by.

Or we can,

you know, do what
we're doing now.

- What's that?

- We're gonna meet the
son of a bitch, aren't we?

Head to head, face to face.

Fuck him.

Piece of shit.

Trash.

- So, this is it?

- Yeah.

Got my first work here.

In the woods.

Yeah.

This place was
called "Boyd's job."

50 men working, living here.

Pretty tough.

And, uh, no logging
had been done here for,

oh, maybe, 20
years, maybe longer.

Jimmy malla's truck.

Jimmy malla.

He's dead and gone.

And that.

Wow.

Holy Moses.

Nothing's changed.

Must be blackway's.

Yeah.

Now, this is his bunk house.

Wasn't here in my day.

He doesn't go in for much
housekeeping, does he?

Hey.

Make yourself useful.

Cut some timber and make a fire.

Make it a big one.

Got a lighter?

- Yeah.

- Ok.

Make it a big fire.

You two okay?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna
have a look around.

- What, now?

- What?

- Now?

- Yeah, we got time.

He won't be here for a while.

When he does come,
we'll hear it.

- How do you know?

- Well, the
only way in and out

of this place on wheels,
coming up the logging road.

And he drives one of those big,

stupid, diesel trucks of his.

So, we'll hear him
two miles away.

- What the hell is that?

- Its a goose gun.

Belonged to my uncle Walter.

Next biggest aid to
us is heavy artillery.

- Fuckin' thing's an antique.

- Yeah.

Still works, though.

I hope so.

Ok, well.

- Lester.

- Yeah?

- There's something wrong.

We, we need to get out of here.

- Too late now, kid.

You've crossed the line.

No going back.

You were warned.

Weren't you?

Ok.

- Have you ever, uh,
fired one of those?

- Uh uh.

- Come here.

Show me.

Why are you
stand-d-ding sideways?

You're not surfing.

Like this.

Yeah.

Make sure it's not loaded.

Trying to kill me?

Yeah, same thing.

Use both hands.

Hold it tight.

- I am.

- Got a recoil.

Line your target
up with your sight.

Up.

Squeeze the t-t-trigger.

- Ok.

- Boom.

That's good.

And now we put
the bullets in it.

Can I ask you something?

- Mmhmm.

- Why d-d-didn't ya...You leave?

When blackway was bothering you,

why didn't, uh, you run?

- 'Cause that's all I've ever
done,

- here

- and I'm tired of it.

You know, I'm
starting to realize

that maybe Lester's right.

Some people are just bad.

- What's, uh, Seattle like?

- It's nice.

When it's not raining.

You should go sometime.

- Les always says
i should travel.

- Well, why don't you?

I thought you always
do what Lester says.

- Not always.

- How'd you two meet?

- Work.

Les says that his d-d-daughter
used to be babysit me.

I can't remember.

- Hello, sweetheart.

Don't fucking move, skippy.

Don't move.

Where'd you get this?

Where'd you get this?

Huh?

Where'd you get this?

Why ya looking so surprised?

You actually think you
could get the jump on me?

Huh?

You and your boyfriend,
running all over town,

asking questions about me?

Ya burned down my
place of business,

ya beat up my
fucking accountant.

You think I wouldn't
find out about this?

Huh?

I've been waitin' here for you.

Where is he?

- Who?

- Don't fuck with me!

Where is he?

- I don't know!

I don't know.

- Where
is that old fuck?

- Shit.

- Damn it!

- I got you now, you bastard.

- Watch this, sweetheart.

- I got the old man,
he was on the bus.

- Keep an eye on him.

I'll get her.

Hey, Lillian!

Lillian!

Here, sweetheart.

- Lillian!

- Blackway.

- That...That antique still
works?

- Yeah.

- Murdoch?

- He's by
the skid-d-der.

- Is he breathing?

- No.

Come on.

- Yeah.

Now, we'll, uh...

Drag them both off
into the woods.

- What if
somebody finds them?

- Not up
here, they won't.

Coyotes, buzzards, foxes, crows.

They'll find 'em
first, and, uh...

Take them to little
bits and pieces.

They'll be nothing
left of them in a week.

- Ok.

- He used us as bait.

- Huh?

- He used us to draw
blackway out into the open.

- Yeah.

- And it worked.

- Sure did.

It would have worked better
if Joe palooka there, hadn't

picked a fight with blackway
and spoiled my best shot.

- That was your plan?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Blackway liked to think he was

the worst guy around, and, uh...

Didn't think anyone would
go as far as he did.

That made him sloppy,
and predictable.

Yeah.

If the worst guy around
makes that mistake,

the second worst
guy has a chance.

- "Second worst guy"?

That's you?

- Not anymore.

- What d-d-do you say?
Enough light?

- Ahh, lets go, lets
get the hell out of this place.

- Hey, let's go.

- You did it.

- Yeah.

- What if...One of
blackway's men...

- "Blackway."

Who's "blackway"?

- Lester...

- See ya around.

- You gonna get your girlfriend
roena to take care of that?

- D-d-damn it, I told you,
she's not my girlfriend.

Lester just thinks
she is because her

car broke down once,
and I gave her a ride.

- Then what is she?

- Roena?

I d-d-don't know.

She might be my cousin.

What?!?

Her stepd-d-dad's
my mother's cousin,

so what's that make me?

- Full of surprises.