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(sparks popping)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

(relaxed guitar music)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

(relaxed guitar music)

- [Woman] Yeah.

- [Big Mack] That's right honey.

- Yeah. - Faster.

- [Woman] Yes.

- Yes.

(woman yells)

What the fuck?

(gunshot popping)

Aw, shit!

Dag, son of a bitch, you shot me.

(groans) All right, all right, all right.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Look, take it, the coke's over there,

there's 50 keys, and there's a hundred fucking grand,

just take it, just take it and get the fuck outta here.

Okay?

(woman sobbing)

Take it all, that's all I got, man,

that's all I got.

(woman shuddering)

Aw, shit, take it man.

Just, just, just don't kill me, man, don't kill me.

(woman sobbing)

(gunshot popping) - Aw, shit!

Fuck, (groans).

Oh, god.

Get 9-1-1 on the phone, quick.

Oh, shit, oh, man.

(dramatic music)

(gentle guitar music)

(Hacksaw chuckles)

- Mucho dinero, huh?

- [Hacksaw] Hm, you think you can count it?

- All that.

(Hacksaw chuckles)

♪ Oh the pain has overtaken me ♪

♪ She caught me like a whirlwind ♪

(zipper scratches)

- Very, very long time.

(both chuckling)

- [Hacksaw] Yeah.

- This is not good, Hacksaw.

- What's not good?

- I can get pregnant, you know?

- You see that money over there?

- Yeah, and?

- [Hacksaw] I can take care of you and the baby.

Huh, huh? - I guess, mm.

- Uh-huh. - Uh-huh.

(both laughing)

♪ I'm cursed indeed ♪

♪ By your love and take your breath away ♪

(gentle music)

- [Woman] I'm sorry, baby, but they can give you

a much better life than mama can.

(baby crying)

I love you.

(door bell rings)

(baby crying)

(gentle music)

(knocking at door)

- (laughs) Hey, Mama.

- [Mrs. Aggege] Hey, baby.

- Uncle Tony!

- [Tony] (laughs) Hey, Bobbi.

Oh, big, big, big girl. (laughs)

- Well okay, I'll see you two on Sunday morning.

Now go up Bobbi and get your bag.

- [Bobbi] Yes, ma'am.

- So what can I do for you this Easter Sunday, Mama?

- Oh, thank you, baby, but nothing.

Nothing, but I am concerned about Bobbi.

She's getting to the age, she's starting to ask questions

about this whole situation.

(Tony sighs)

- I'm ready Uncle Tony, see you, Mommy.

- Oh, see you sweetheart.

Now wait a minute, don't forget to wear your red dress

on Sunday, okay?

- Yes, ma'am.

(Tony chuckles)

- Bobbi, we will be roasting marshmallows and fresh corn

all night, and I will tell you stories

about the baby Jesus that you've never even heard of.

(Tony chuckles)

- Okay, Uncle Tony.

(gentle music)

(bugs chirping) (car knocking)

(Tony sighs)

- Bobbi, just wait here for a second.

I gotta go check on somethin', okay?

- Okay.

(insects chirping)

(eerie music)

(hood slams)

(suspenseful music)

- Come on.

Come here, put your coat on.

(suspenseful music)

(hard rock music)

(Bobbi clapping)

- These men are not from the Porchester family.

We should leave immediately, Uncle.

(tense scary music)

- Wait, maybe they brought good tidings with 'em.

- Please, we come here as your brother and sister

looking for help.

Our car is parked on the side of the road not far from here.

We need help, we'll pay.

- You're not from these parts, are ya?

I mean, where in the world's your black from?

- I'm Tony Aggege from Nigeria.

(spitting)

- No shit.

You boys know where nigger-ria is?

(gangsters laughing)

- We've gotta go, Uncle Tony, we'll manage.

- My friends call me Big Fish.

Who's she, your daughter?

- Well, this is my little niece, Bobbi, and we need help.

- Pitbull, Mongoose, Vulture.

One over there sittin' there sippin' on that bloody mary,

that's Warthog, I'm the patient one.

Wanna tell us why come here?

Why you've come to this place called Jurica?

- Again, it's my car, quit on us.

On the side of the road not too far from here.

- [Big Fish] Drink.

- No alcohol.

- Welcome to Jurica, the land hate built.

(tense music)

(insects chirping)

- What the hell you doin' in our goddamn clubhouse?

You have no friends, no help here.

We're the Hounds of Jurica Road.

Or should I tell you were the remnants

of the Hounds of Baskerville?

We cut our meat deep and clean and let it bleed out,

and then we eat it raw.

Come here.

- [Bobbi] No, that's my Uncle Tony.

No!

- Get on that table and get on your knees.

(scary music)

- He said, get on the table and get on your knees.

We want a clean shot at your black ass.

- Bobbi.

Run.

(gunshots blasting) (Tony grunting)

(Bobbi screaming)

(eerie squealing)

(insects chirping)

- We got him, guys.

You guys wanna hear a little "Casablanca" humour?

Of all the barns in all the towns in all the world,

this fucker walks into ours.

(gangsters laughing)

- Hey, what about her?

- Go get her, Mongoose.

Go freakin' get her, Mongoose.

- Dumbass.

(tense eerie music)

(insects chirping) (tense scary music)

(music builds in intensity)

(gunshot blasts)

(bottles clink)

(tense music)

(insects chirping)

(haunting choral singing in foreign language)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(relaxed guitar music)

(siren blaring)

(relaxed guitar music)

- Step out of the car, please.

(relaxed guitar music)

You know why I pulled you over?

- You tell me.

- Because you have a toothpick in your mouth.

And here in Kendallton, Texas, that's against the law.

(relaxed guitar music)

- [Vulture] What do we have here?

- [Woman] Head trauma, severe laceration, Dr. Whitford.

- [Vulture] Okay, bring me a suture kit.

- Suture kit coming up.

(relaxed guitar music)

(deep drumming) (bell chiming)

(hard rock music)

- I got this game, bra, I got this game.

(pool ball skips)

(man with cue chuckles)

(pool cue clattering)

- [Gangster] Are you fuckin' kiddin' me right now?

- You talkin' to me, man?

- [Gangster] Yeah, I'm talking to you,

I'm fucking talking to you.

- Just go back to your game, pool man.

- Hey, not in the bar, man, not in my bar.

(hard rock music)

- No, no, no, no.

Get, now get, fuck that, get the fuck out.

(hard rock music)

♪ Another Friday night and I'm out with the crew ♪

♪ Throwing back some beers to give us something to do ♪

♪ Sun's going down and I'm ready to strike ♪

♪ Gonna hit the road, gonna toy with my life ♪

♪ 'Cause we are ♪

♪ Motorcycle leather rock n' roll motherfuckers ♪

(hard rock music)

♪ Street hogs racing by as I hit it in full speed ♪

♪ Living on the razor's edge is all that I need ♪

♪ Never had no reason to sit on my ass ♪

♪ As long as I got good friends, a guitar, and some gas ♪

♪ 'Cause we are ♪

♪ Motorcycle leather rock n' roll motherfuckers ♪

- What can I get ya?

- [Tony] Bloody mary.

- Comin' right up.

(glass shattering)

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

Bloody, bloody mary, right?

- Yeah.

You should try it, calm your nerves.

(hard rock music)

♪ That's gonna raise some fire underneath my feet ♪

♪ Got my hand on the gas and my ass is in the seat ♪

♪ Gonna find my way to the action tonight ♪

♪ I got my friends and rock and roll ♪

♪ So everything's all right ♪

- Hey man, I gotta take care of some business.

- You all right, Warthog?

- Yeah, yeah, I, I'm fine.

I, I gotta go take care of somethin'.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

♪ 'Cause we are ♪

♪ Motorcycle leather rock n' roll motherfuckers ♪

(hard rock music)

♪ 'Cause we are ♪

♪ Motorcycle leather rock n' roll motherfuckers ♪

(hard rock music)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

- [Warthog] Can't tell you what my eyes have seen, man.

My eyes could be lying to me.

You gotta come with me to the bar.

- I ain't got time for this.

Me and Jolene's got a big night planned.

- [Warthog] You must see this, man.

You gotta come with me to the bar.

- Mongoose, come on, shit's gettin' cold.

- Jolene, get your ass in the house and just keep it hot.

- [Warthog] If I'm right, dude we killed last week

just rose from the dead.

- He's dead and buried, what're you talking about, Warthog?

- Gotta come with me, man, nigger's alive

and he's drinking some damn good bloody mary I fixed him.

(haunting music)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(tense haunting music)

That's him over there.

(tense eerie music)

- [Mongoose] Bella, bring me a beer.

(tense eerie music)

- There you go, Mongoose.

- [Mongoose] Thank you, darling.

- [Bella] You're welcome.

(tense suspenseful music)

(insects chirping)

(eerie music)

- [Mongoose] It ain't him we saw, Warthog.

- Maybe it's his fuckin' twin, man.

No two people look alike like them two did.

It's gotta be his twin.

- Forget this, I'm goin' home.

Jolene's there and she's hot waitin' on me.

I gotta get my mind straight.

- Maybe we're being fuckin' haunted man, it's his ghost.

- Maybe.

Maybe his ghost, maybe, hell a ghost ain't thirsty, Warthog.

He's a breathing fucking human being

that may like a bloody mary every once in awhile.

I'm outta here, cover that shit up.

(birds chirping) (insects buzzing)

(siren blaring)

- You in a hurry sir?

You have to run that stop sign?

- I'm sorry officer, I couldn't stop.

- Licence and proof of insurance, please.

Hold tight, I'll be right back.

(eerie music)

(Tony grunting) (Bobbi screaming)

(tense music)

- Now this is beyond algebra.

It's the deepest end of calculus.

Give me a minute.

- You're not gonna believe this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, I'm telling you he is dead, dead and buried.

- Meet me at the barn.

I say we dig his ass up and see for ourselves.

- We've done that, they're exactly the way we buried 'em.

- I wanna see for myself.

The man I pulled over looks exactly like him.

I say the man I pulled over is him who we killed.

- Jesus, who's comin' with me?

- I'm in.

(insects chirping)

(tense music)

(bottle cap clinking)

(tense suspenseful music)

- Now, can we all go home?

- Yeah, now that we know they're both still

where we left 'em?

What's wrong with you three?

- Man, this one really bothers me.

This sticks to my craw.

When he asked me for a bloody mary,

it appeared that he knew it was favourite drink.

(sombre electric guitar music)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(chill rock music)

(woman moaning softly)

- Wait, wait, what's going on here?

- [Tony] No ma'am, I am not the Grim Reaper.

But I stand before you a dead man.

Dead legally, dead by absolute proof.

Dead and buried.

Ask Big Fish here about me, and he will tell you

my niece and I are victims of his hate,

the most vicious kind of hate.

And that my mortal body, and that of my niece, Bobbi,

are under the ground, smouldering in a tiny,

poorly dug grave behind this barn as I speak.

And yet, I live.

But not my niece.

I have come here to exact revenge.

You are Jessica Coleman,

and your husband will be home in exactly one hour.

I still feel the warm blood passing through my veins,

the blood of 40 summers.

The prime of early manhood invigorates me

and makes these eyes of mine keen and bright.

(tense steady music)

Get on your knees.

- I ain't getting on my damn knees.

(gunshot blasting)

(tense steady music)

(Tony sighs)

(Tony groaning)

(upbeat rock music)

- It's Big Fish, where is he?

- Don't know where he's at, Maple.

Why're you askin'?

- Don't lie to me, Mongoose.

He was with you guys last night.

Help me out here, Jolene.

- Can't be lying to Maple.

Mongoose, are you?

- Is he with that black bitch, right? (scoffs)

- I swear, I don't know where he's at.

- Go on home, Maple, what else can you do?

Nothing, I say.

Wait for him, he'll return, okay?

Well then, where is he?

- I swear, I don't know.

Vulture and Pitbull was with him.

Me and Warthog, we cleared out early last night.

- Well call him then.

(upbeat music)

- You didn't come here to drink.

What's up?

- You seen Big Fish?

His wife Maple's throwing a hissy fit.

She thinks we know where he is.

- And we're not saying so

because he's with that black bimbo?

- Yeah.

You think that her old man maybe followed her

to our clubhouse?

- It's not 48 hours yet,

we'll wait till tomorrow night comes.

And if Maple is still recoiling with anger

'cause he ain't home, well.

- Deal with him.

(upbeat rock music)

(door squeaking)

- Fuck man, somethin' ain't right here.

- You see him with a woman last night?

Anybody see him with a woman last night?

- [Vulture] She was here with him.

Pitbull and I saw her arrive.

- You saw her.

You're not saying so because Big Fish says so?

- [Pitbull] Saw her ride on a motorbike, saw her for sure.

- You sure it was a woman on a bike?

A woman rider?

(engine rumbling)

(tense music)

(door clicking)

(gunshots blasting)

(eerie music)

(insects buzzing)

(eerie music)

(gun thuds)

(gun thuds)

- How the fuck are we gonna explain this to Big Fish?

- [Mongoose] We better hope to hell he's dead.

- Ptt, yeah.

- How the hell'd she know we were here?

- I told her.

- You son of a bitch! - Go on,

wrap your dirty little fingers around it.

Do it!

- Cut the shit.

You guys are brothers in arms.

That was an accident.

- [Vulture] What's up with you guys?

- Hurry up and drink, we have some digging to do.

(can thuds)

(liquid spraying)

♪ There was an outlaw preacher ♪

♪ That carried a Bible and a gun ♪

♪ He said, "God forgives and I just might ♪

♪ "But today ain't where I start ♪

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Tell you a tale the outlaw preacher ♪

♪ Heard back when I was young ♪

♪ About a man near gave his life to God ♪

♪ But someone took the ones he loved ♪

♪ It was late at night and cold outside ♪

♪ Though his day was never done ♪

♪ It was the day he put the good book down ♪

♪ And picked up a gun ♪

♪ You can't buy a man who got nothing to lose ♪

♪ And you can't judge a man that breaks his own dang rules ♪

♪ And you can't help a man that won't let go ♪

♪ No matter how far he goes ♪

♪ On the road to hell ♪

♪ Just to see revenge for the ones he loves ♪

(tense suspenseful music)

(gun cocks)

(insects chirping)

(tense sombre music)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

(gunshots blasting)

- What's going on?

- Stay in the house, Jolene.

- No, Mongoose, it's a trap.

You're walking into a trap, Mongoose.

(sombre music)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

(insects chirping)

What's going on, dear?

(clock ticking quietly)

(Jolene gasping)

It's Maple,

and she is--

- Dead, I know.

- I'm assuming you and the boys know what happened to her.

- Yeah, we do, but it was an accident.

We didn't mean to kill her.

And help me figure a way out to get this body

outta the house.

- How'd her body get here?

- We gotta bury her in the backyard.

This thing's gettin' convoluted.

- Convoluted, what's that word mean?

- It means we need to get this fuckin' body out of our house

and bury it.

- I see, we can do that.

I'm assuming uh, we're gonna bury her

with the whole fuckin' chair?

Just in case you don't know, if you have anything to do

with her death you can no longer sleep in this room.

(dramatic music chord strikes)

(clock ticking quietly)

(cellphone ringing)

(telephone ringing)

- Hey Bella, could you get that for me?

- [Bella] Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Two Dog Saloon.

Warthog. - Yeah?

- It's Mongoose.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

What, right now?

Oh, shit, okay man, I'm on my way, I'm coming.

Bella. - Yes?

- You gotta close the bar down for me,

I gotta go. - Okay.

Okay, no problem. - Okay, you got this?

- Yeah, I'm good, thanks. - Thank you.

(patrons chattering)

(insects chirping) (motorcycle engines rumbling)

(tense steady music)

How in the fuck did her body get here?

- There's connection here, there's no mistaking it.

If we don't find this African and finish him off for good,

he will destroy every one of us.

- You're right, Mongoose, this is truly convoluted.

It's all right, fellas, we're all in this together.

That's why it's truly convoluted.

I don't wanna end up like Maple here.

I suggest you rebury her in the backyard.

- Come on, it's gonna be morning soon.

(tense music)

(cellphone ringing)

- Hello.

- [Pitbull] See if there's a black car

parked in front of your house.

- All right, hang on a second.

Hell yeah, how'd you know that?

- [Pitbull] The car just left my house.

Since you live three blocks from me,

I figured he'd come to you next, and I'm right.

- Yeah well, this is gettin' pretty uh,

pretty sketchy, I think I'll go out there

and confront him and see what's up.

- [Pitbull] Hey, maybe--

- [Vulture] I'm gonna grab my gun, I'm gonna go confront him

and I'll holler back at you in a minute.

- [Pitbull] Take the Tommy gun with you.

(door squeaking open)

(relaxed guitar music)

(gun cocks)

(relaxed guitar music)

(stick thudding)

(dramatic swishing)

(relaxed guitar music)

(liquid sloshing)

(Pitbull spitting)

(relaxed guitar music)

- Son of a bitch!

(gun cocks)

(relaxed guitar music)

(gunshots blasting)

No, Vulture!

Vulture!

Shit.

Come on man, come on.

(insects chirping) (motorcycle engine rumbling)

- Pitbull!

- Yo, yo, yo don't shoot.

- What the hell's goin' on?

- I have no idea what's chasing us.

My guess is, it's the ghost of the man that we killed.

I believe he killed The Vulture.

- He dug up Maple and brought her to my house.

- [Pitbull] No, no, no, no, he's at my house.

- Your house?

(scary music)

(dramatic banging)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

What in the holy hell?

- Okay fellas.

Son of a bitch came in a car stalking me.

I got my gun, I stepped outside, he hauls ass.

30 minutes later, he returns,

parks in front of my house again.

Stepped outside, I thought I had him.

But he had The Vulture all strapped in the car.

I killed The Vulture.

It was me who killed The Vulture.

(haunting music)

- What do we do with the body?

- We're gonna bury him in his backyard.

You guys get his top, I've got his legs.

(haunting music)

(relaxed guitar music)

♪ I dug this grave ♪

♪ I dug it deep ♪

♪ When I laid down well all I found ♪

♪ Is I can't sleep ♪

♪ There ain't no getting out ♪

♪ Of this hole I'm in ♪

♪ I've done this to myself and I can't help ♪

♪ Thinking it's the end ♪

♪ Dianne ♪

♪ I'm dying ♪

♪ And if I scream your name through all this pain ♪

♪ Would you hear it ♪

♪ Dianne ♪

♪ I'm dying ♪

♪ And you're the only one who can save me, are you listening ♪

♪ To me, Dianne ♪

(hand tapping)

- Bloody mary?

- Yes indeed, you remembered.

I'd rather you bring me the bottle, the glass,

and whatever else before me

than fix the doggone bloody mary.

You know why?

- No sir, you tell me.

- It's just a hunch but,

I don't trust you to keep my drink safe.

Your shifty eyes and dour countenance

has that particular swipe one sees in all faces of evil.

Why do you always stare at me with cruelty

each time I come in here?

Is it a black thing with you?

- You're right, to some extent.

- [Tony] Which right am I right on?

- The part where I believe I've seen you before.

That I've detested you, and what you represent

as a human being.

- Deja vu for you 'cause you believe you've seen me before.

Vuja de for me, because I believe so strongly

I've never seen you in my life.

- Sorry sir, I'll bring your stuff over.

- [Tony] Wait, what's your name?

- Duke, David Duke.

- As in Wilkinson, Bill Wilkinson?

Both Grand Dragons of a certain kind of wickedness

and a certain darkness?

- Am I an card-carrying member of this wicked faith?

Guess I am, but I'm also a card-carrying member

of the first order of the Christian faith.

So what's your name?

- James Bird.

Coincidentally, that's the name of a black man

who suffered death, decapitated,

at the hands of those who practise this sickening faith.

And you and I, it seems, exist on the very edge,

the opposite spectrum of life.

And we're both havin' a ball.

Tell me sir, and only because you prescribe

to this sickening faith, have you ever participated

in the death of a black man?

- No.

- You're lying.

The singularities floating around in the universe

tell me that you have killed a black man

to advance your cause.

They think you should own it.

That's for the drink.

Incidentally, that is money I literally took

off the pocket of a dead man once.

(patrons chattering) (gentle guitar music)

(siren blaring distantly)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello.

Who?

How the fuck did you get my home number?

I dare you to show your ugly mug in my fuckin' bar again,

you got that?

(cellphone ringing)

(tense music)

Hello.

(ghostly laughing)

(eerie music)

- My.

- Goddammit, Loma, don't sneak up on me like that.

- Warthog, what are you doin'?

- [Warthog] He knows I'm home, Loma, he knows.

- Who knows?

- Dude we killed last week.

- Guy dies, but according to you,

he knows you're at home right now.

- [Warthog] Yeah, weird but true.

- I'm gonna go make a drink, you want one?

- Son of a bitch came to my bar tonight, Loma,

and we had a talk.

- And you didn't ask him what he was doin'

walking around as a dead guy?

(laughs) Guess he asked you to fix him a drink too?

And if he did, be it not a bloody mary,

'cause that's what ghosts drink.

(slow sombre music)

Okay, Warthog, so let me see if I can make some sense

of all this shit.

Does Pitbull, The Vulture, Big Fish,

and what's his name?

Mongoose, know you're being haunted?

I guess my question is,

why is this ghost not haunting the others?

Why is he picking on you?

Did you fire the first shot?

(laughs) Ghosts have a way of taking things personal.

What part did you have in his death?

- Big Fish and The Vulture are dead.

He killed them both.

- Well in this case, he's coming after you next.

I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna take this bottle,

on the long road to mama's until this ghost shit blows over.

You and the boys.

(scoffs) Just a gang of do-nothing, lounged fucks.

It was a black man you killed, wasn't it?

(tense music)

10 years of being married to you

and I've done everything in my power

to make you change.

Does black lives even matter to you?

I'm gonna call the cops and they're gonna arrest you.

Maybe they'll put you in prison

where the ghost can't reach you.

(intense music)

(gunshot blasting)

(liquid sloshing)

(tense haunting music)

(hard rock music)

(engine rumbling)

(eerie music)

(door clicking open)

(gunshots blasting)

(man yelling)

- [Warthog] Pitbull, it's Warthog you son of a bitch.

- Oh shit, you should've called.

Get your ass in here man, let's go.

- He, he, he, he was at my house, man.

(Warthog breathing heavily)

He killed Loma and ran me outta my house.

That's why I'm here.

Oh god.

- [Pitbull] He must know what we've done.

He knows or has a connection with the man we killed.

Call Mongoose, he is heading his way.

- [Warthog] I don't have my cell.

- Well hang on, hold this pressure.

You've got a lotta blood going.

He's not answering.

We need to get you some medical attention.

- Be okay, it's just a scratch man.

If you got any iodine, that should take care of it.

I'm more concerned about what to do with Loma's body.

- No, we've gotta take care of you here.

(motorcycle engine revving)

(gunshots blasting)

(relaxed rock music)

- My friends call me Warthog.

- You a human, but you live like an animal, is that it?

- I'm gonna advise you to keep your mouth shut and listen.

- How 'bout you get me my favourite first.

Remy Martin on ice.

- It's always been bloody mary, hasn't it?

- Bloody mary is for ghosts.

They drink it to regain what they think they've lost, blood.

I'm flesh and blood.

(relaxed rock music in background)

- My friends include a cop, his name is Pitbull.

An insurance broker we called Big Fish.

Commodities trader, and a veritable article among us,

a surgeon everyone down at Methodist knows as The Vulture.

Incidentally, he picks at your insides

with surgical precision.

Do you know what the priciest gem in the universe is, hm?

The white race, the white man's way of life,

the white culture.

Someone has the Herculean task of keeping it pristine,

unpolluted, undiluted by common blood.

And it is these men, Pitbull, Mongoose, The Vulture,

Big Fish, and lowly me.

The whole exercise of hating blacks

and thick-headed Mexicans is a noble one.

And I follow the path of nobility.

But here I am, talking to one.

First on our list for loathing.

(Tony laughs)

All four of my friends had their houses

burned down to the ground in one short night,

except mine, now why is that, hm?

Can you tell me why?

Well, I believe that you're here to torment me.

I believe that you and I have crossed paths before.

And here's something else I believe.

I believe that you're dead, and I know where you're buried.

- Now why would you say that?

- 'Cause I was there when your death happened.

Me and my friends, we caused it.

- My friend, it is not me you killed.

Your story is the stuff of legends.

I read a book once by one Marie Corelli,

entitled "Vendetta."

It's about the hateful killing of one man by a bunch,

just like your story.

And they actually buried him in his family's vault.

He got out, I mean he didn't actually die.

He freed himself from the shackles of death

to plot his revenge against those who had harmed him

in immeasurable and unfathomable ways.

Tell me, do you think, and that is if your story is true,

do you think that the man that you and your buddies killed

did actually die and could not have risen from his grave?

Are you sure he is not now roaming the expansive Texas range

working his retaliation?

- Maybe, but I don't believe so.

See, the man was shot through the heart.

- Ever see the movie, "Hang 'Em High?"

Clint Eastwood (laughing), classic Western, my favourite.

See they hung him, but he lived, again,

to hunt them down.

See if I were you, I would go to my brothers

and request that we revisit the grave.

I mean you just never know.

The man you killed may be alive and well.

(chuckles) How much do I owe you?

I mean, ghosts don't carry around money, do they?

(dramatic banging)

I'll come back tomorrow for my change.

You see,

I like your story, it intrigues me.

Would love to hear the gory parts of it.

See ya.

(patrons chattering)

(scaring swishing)

(insects chirping)

- [Warthog] I've got to be sure it's his body in the grave.

- Yeah Warthog, we've already done that, don't you remember?

- I know it man, but the coincidences are piling up.

I find it increasingly difficult to believe

all this is just a fucking coincidence.

- I gather the man came to the bar and had another drink?

- Yeah, and a long conversation with me.

He cautioned me, actually advised me,

to revisit the grave to make sure that body we killed

was still in the hole.

(fire crackling)

There's something else.

He paid for his drink with that,

letting me know that he's coming back tomorrow night

for his change.

Look at that message, haunting, isn't it?

- Just curious, how much change he got comin' back?

- 17 bucks and 60 cents, he's got maybe $86 and some change

coming back to him.

Here's the one thing that really bothers me.

- What, spill it.

- My house, why was my house spared?

I tell you, the man knows what he's doing, he's very smart.

He knows we're running scared.

So he burns down the houses so we have nowhere to go.

He knows there's just the three of us left.

I suspect he alone knows where Big Fish is, dead or alive.

He knows that we killed Maple.

He knows I killed my wife.

He set you up Pitbull, to kill The Vulture.

From my understanding,

the man hasn't pulled the trigger, not once.

He is fattening me up for the last kill.

He is running me through the mill, crushing my will in this,

this fantastic fucking mind game.

Them words on the bill says it all.

Wasn't it a black man we killed?

Because he was, he was black.

Now tell me, how could that been a fucking coincidence?

We are going back to revisit that grave.

- All right, we'll dig up that grave,

but if his body's not there, we're gonna ambush his ass,

we're gonna shoot him tomorrow when he comes into the bar.

(fire crackling)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(insects chirping)

Big Fish, son of a bitch.

(thunder crackling)

- Let's cover him back up.

(insects chirping)

(eerie pulsating music)

- He's here.

I feel him, he's watching us.

(suspenseful pulsating music)

(motorcycle engines rumbling)

(suspenseful pulsating music)

(motorcycle engine rumbling)

(gunshots blasting)

(suspenseful pulsating music)

(haunting choral music)

- [Mongoose] Call him.

(haunting choral music)

- Where you at, Pitbull?

He's got Pitbull, man.

It's just you and me, buddy, it's just you and me.

- I say we cut him down.

When he comes in for his change tomorrow,

it may be the only chance we got.

- It may not be him, it could be another guy.

- Doesn't matter, hell, it's a safe bet,

he's a black anyway.

Whatever happen to "fuck the coincidence?"

- Not tomorrow.

I wanna talk to him one more time.

I got a plan.

You and I should just camp out at my house

and see if we can draw him out.

(haunting choral music)

(motorcycle engines rumbling) (haunting choral music)

(birds chirping) (haunting choral music)

(gentle music)

(gentle vocalising)

(gentle music)

(patrons chattering)

You and I are going in that back room,

and we're gonna have ourselves a private talk.

- Bloody mary, Warthog, bloody mary.

(patrons chattering)

Better make it a double,

'cause tonight I feel like a fucking ghost.

My limbs are numb, my senses are whack.

You'll love me as a banged up ghost, Warthog.

I know, 'cause I know what your deranged mind

is looking for, and I'm hoping I got enough cash reserves

with you to float me a whole keg of bloody mary.

And let it be your doing that I left your bar

feeling banged up.

You'll love me as a banged-up ghost, Warthog.

A clean-cut mambo.

You want to see a ghost in his essence

with an Africanized breeze and a jazzy mambo, is that it?

You want to see me two-stepping wickedly,

bereft of mind and resolve.

No, Warthog, even the gods of the cowardly have asked me

not to go into that back room where you could render me

into another bloody, piteous spectacle.

- Unkindly cults, another piteous spectacle.

It's you, Tony Aggege.

We killed you.

- My bloody mary, Warthog, and my change.

And you and I are done here.

You will have to wait for fate to visit you.

You are the lucky one, today is the day after Easter.

Start of a new strain for all those seeking mercy.

Have you applied for forgiveness, Warthog?

You need that rare synergy of forces to forgive you

for killing that black man.

No, I am not he, but I live in him, and he lives in me.

And he has asked me to tell you for killing him,

that you are now his property.

Your ass is his, even as he is dead in your book,

you have nowhere to hide.

Now, can I have my fucking drink and my change?

(patrons chattering)

(insects chirping) (footsteps clicking)

(gun cocks)

- Warthog.

(gun cocks)

- Dammit man, don't sneak up on me like that.

- Sorry, man, I needed to make sure who came in.

- I'm leaving town for the high country.

- We're fucked, aren't we?

- He's here, same Tony Aggege.

He said fate's coming to visit us.

So I'm clearing out, I'm outta here.

- I don't know what I'm gonna do yet.

- Just go, anywhere, I don't know.

I don't know where you're gonna go, but I'm outta here.

(Mongoose sighs)

(insects chirping)

(tense steady music)

Get the hell outta here, Mongoose, before it's too late.

(motorcycle engine rumbling) (relaxed guitar music)

(crashing)

- Oh, shit.

(relaxed guitar music) (motorcycle engine rumbling)

(gunshots blasting)

(relaxed guitar music)

(eerie music)

(door clicking open)

(piano keys striking)

(deep eerie music)

- Uncle Tony!

(Tony laughing)

(deep sombre music)

Okay, Uncle Tony.

(eerie music)

(dramatic popping) (door squeaking open)

(tense music)

(men grunting and groaning)

(Tony breathing heavily)

(men grunting and groaning)

(bottles clattering)

(Mongoose groaning)

(tense pulsating music)

(men grunting and groaning) (tense pulsating music)

(Mongoose gagging)

(Tony grunting)

(tense pulsating music)

(men grunting and groaning)

(glass shattering)

(men grunting and groaning) (tense pulsating music)

(music increases in intensity)

(Mongoose grunting)

(Tony grunts)

(intense pulsating music)

(Mongoose yells)

(TV crashes)

(glass clattering)

(tense pulsating music)

(Mongoose groaning)

(Tony yelling) (table leg thudding)

- I'm gonna give you the same chance you gave me.

You're gonna have to dig yourself out of a fucking grave.

(scary music)

(Mongoose groaning)

- Father, 10 years ago, I used to be a notorious drug dealer

and I went by the street name of Big Mack.

One night, a masked gunman broke into my apartment.

He shot me in both thighs.

He stole $100,000 worth of money.

And, $300,000 worth of cocaine.

I knew that man to be a cheap street dealer

by the name of Hacksaw.

And I knew it was him, that masked gunman.

Well (sighs) after I got outta the hospital,

two months later (sighs), well Father,

I ambushed him same way he ambushed me.

But this time it was different.

Not only was he home, so was his wife and his two kids.

(crying) I killed all four of 'em in cold blood.

- Have you told the police about this?

(Big Mack sighs)

- No, not yet.

That's, that's part of the reason I'm here today.

I want the lord's forgiveness for this

before the holiday, Easter is tomorrow.

And I want his forgiveness, but I also wanna

pay for the crime.

So, I'm asking if you could call the police tomorrow

after mass and have them come and take me, take me away.

Will you do that for me, Father?

- If that's what you want me to do, I will.

- Yeah.

- Your sins are forgiven.

- Thank you, Father.

- [Tony] Go, and kill no more.

- [Big Mack] Thank you.

(Tony sighs)

(bells tolling)

(Big Mack crying)

(choral singing in foreign language)

- Father Anthony Aggege, you are under arrest

for multiple killings.

Mr. Brown from Serenity Funeral Home gave us a call.

What we wanna know is, how did your driver's licence

get in the pocket of a dead man?

(choral singing in foreign language)

- Officer, I need to speak to Deacon Kelly.

- It was me, Tony Aggege, who shot you.

I set you up to make you think it was Hacksaw who did it.

And if you don't believe me, you remember

I went to your refrigerator and grabbed an apple

and a banana.

They have come for me, not you.

Your secret's with me and God, and no one else.

Officer, I need to speak to my mother.

(congregants whispering)

- Tony, where's Bobbi, where's my grandbaby?

- She's dead, I killed those who killed her.

(crying) (gentle piano music)

(gentle piano music)

- [Bailiff] Ladies and gentlemen at this time

please make sure all phones are silenced or turned off.

(crowd chattering)

- You know, I'm really worried.

Do you think I have a chance to walk outta here?

- Yes, you will.

(crowd chattering quietly)

I'm confident if he reviews the case, he'll let him go.

- Susan, let's just keep our fingers crossed.

- All rise.

The Honourable Judge Wilson presiding.

- Be seated.

(crowd chattering quietly)

In view of the photographic evidence

presented by the defence, it is my opinion

that this case does not merit a trial

and therefore must be dismissed.

- Yes! - Oh!

- Oh my god. (crowd clapping)

- The defendant Reverend Father Anthony Aggege,

in my belief, did what he had to do.

Reverend Aggege, you're dismissed.

(crowd clapping)

- I was confident-- - Yes.

- [Attorney In Middle] That he would dismiss this case.

- Yes, congratulations, Reverend, God bless.

(gentle music)

(light upbeat music)

(chill rock music)

♪ They say Jesus walked on water ♪

♪ And taught the blind to see ♪

♪ But I'm stuck here in this hell I've made ♪

♪ Praying for delivery ♪

♪ Man I could go on forever ♪

♪ But I don't think that he's listening to me ♪

♪ They say the devil's got a pitchfork ♪

♪ And a face like an angel ♪

♪ One thing I can testify ♪

♪ Well me and him ain't strangers ♪

♪ Lord I know his face quiet well ♪

♪ He's always right here sittin' next to me ♪