(RUMBLING, OMINOUS MUSIC)
Mingo!
There he is! Come on!
Mingo!
MAN: No!
Shit!
Look it! I'm bleeding! DRIVER: Lady, my money!
What about my money!
Lady, my money. it's $16.
This is your dog? A friend of mine, man.
Give me money! I want my money! Get off!
Don't want no trouble. I want my dog. What about my taxi?!
Fuck your taxi. What do you want me to do?
Have you finished?
MAN: You ever see a burial at sea? MAN 2: Yeah.
They take a guy and they wrap him up in sail cloths.
You know, they sew him up
and the last minute they put in a five-inch shell so he goes down,
down the deep six, you know'?
And, uh... Poor Mingo. Jeez.
You have to dig so deep'?
Yeah. I just hope somebody digs for me this deep when I'm gone.
(THUNDER RUMBLES DISTANTLY)
A whole week after D-day, Okinawa, we didn't have one solid meal.
Every time they told us to go to shower...
Not a goddamned thing here.
You see, we're halfway down the ladder, you know, and...
I'M HUNGRY, GOD DAMIT!
I can tell you that. Poor man's gotta eat too, man.
I mean, look at this stuff. People are becoming goddamned rabbits.
Goddamn. People don't eat meat anymore!
We gotta get something to eat. Nothing you can chew on.
All that complaining ain't making shit better, man.
We gotta get some food.
HEY. yo, Hank Huh'?
I got a gun. I got a gun. Huh?
Come here, man. What kind of gun is this?
A gun is a gun, you know. They...they kill people.
Check the barrel! Don't point it at me!
What the fuck are you talking about'?!
The first thing you do when you find a gun is to check the barrel.
You're firing this, and, you know,
and the barrel's clogged, it'll blow up in your hand.
Just don't fuck around with this. What the fuck you doing, man?
I can get 20 bucks for this, with or without bullets.
This is my gun. Don't worry. Forget it ever came up.
Forget this trash shit, man.
I know where we can get real food. Yeah?
Yeah, real food. Just don't tell me any more of them fuckin' stories.
OK.
HANK: Come on, you know I don't chicken out,
but I got a funny feeling about this.
Come on, Hank, trust me.
I know what I'm doing. We'll get some food tonight. You stay here.
You're a fool going in there. They've got watchdogs all over.
I've known this dog longer than I've known you.
You never listen to me.
Hey, Hank, how about this? (Laughs) Come here, dog.
Yoda.
Hey, we got enough for lots of folks!
VVell, well, I finally caught your ass.
HANK: Uh...we're just hungry. Give us a break, will you?
We don't want no trouble! We'll give it back!
The hell with that. it's already contaminated with your filth.
Somebody's going to pay.
Leave the old man ALONE!
Pulling a gun on me, huh?!
What you gonna do? You gonna hurt me now'?!
Hurt you? No. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not gonna hurt you at all!
I'm going to kill me somebody tonight!
(BAR)
(GUN clicks) Huh?!
You're right! Somebody's going to die tonight. Yeah!
It's going to be YOU, motherfucker! it's gonna be you.
Maybe it'll be all of us! I don't know. Yeah, let's all die!
You's afraid that you ain't crazy to me!
I'll ram this up your ass and make a copsicle!
You ain't shit! You like beating up old people?
I should slap you in the motherfucking head.
Let's go see the devil? Wanna go see the devil?
Would you like that?!
Man, get the fuck out of here!
Get the fuck away! You're crazy, man!
HANK: And don't come back, you hear?!
I handled that, Hank, now you hop the fence and get the meat.
Oh, go fuck yourself. (Laughs)
Oh, shit.
(Hank laughs)
CHILD: We want to thank you, Mister.
Want some help with the fire?
No, that's fine.
I say something wrong?
It ain't your fault.
Now, look, what's done is done.
Blaming yourself for what happened two years ago won't change anything.
Are you finished? No - just starting.
If it's the last thing I ever do I'm gonna get you on your feet again.
Hold your breath, man.
Ain't nobody ever gonna give a break to nobody like me.
Then you know what I say? Fuck 'em all and give yourself one too.
It's up to you to get your life back on track - not nobody else.
No matter what I do, somebody's gonna knock me down.
Well, the trick is not to let 'em!
Once you get your confidence back,
you fight 'em with everything you got to hold onto it.
I mean EVERYTHING!
Hank, you got all this philosophy. What happened to you?
Oh, shit - last time I was on track I was still a virgin.
Come on, Hank, all this booze is going to your head.
Maybe. You're getting sentimental.
(Chuckles)
God, still constipated.
(Groans)
Get up, Hank.
Shit. Another fucked-up day.
Hank!
Get up, Hank!
Hank.
Oh, man.
You can't die on me.
( MURMUR OF CONVERSATIONS)
Here's my buddy. When did you get out of jail?
(Laughs)
Hey, God bless you. Take care.
Hey, don't you want a free lunch?
No such thing.
Hey, wait. I only wanna help you.
Oh, shit!
(TRUCK HORN BLASTS)
What's wrong with you, man? Get up!
Get the fuck off me, man! I'm trying to help!
I don't want your help! You don't wanna kill yourself.
You don't know what I want! I've had rough times.
What - your jacuzzi broke?! There's always another way out.
Like what? Letting someone help you.
Why would you wanna help me?
Because I'm doing well now - life's been good to me.
I saw you and thought it's a chance for me 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're healthy.
You seem intelligent.
Why would you want to kill yourself?
Maybe I like the idea of choosing when I die.
Don't you have family, people who care about you?
My wife and kid are dead.
Wouldn'T someone else miss you? No! No!
I find that hard to believe!
Maybe you don't understand this. I don't want anybody to care about me.
I don't want to be responsible for anybody else's feelings, alright?
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 for you -
would you be interested?
NO!
OK.
If you ever wanna look me up,
I'm down at the 7th Street Mission every Thursday.
Yeah, hold up, man.
What kind of job are you talking about?
My business partner and I -
we need someone to help us as a survival guide
with our hunts out in the wilderness.
I don't know shit about the wilderness.
With my recommendation, you'll have a decent chance of getting the job.
Unwind-
What kind of pay - how much exactly, man?
Look, 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, Mason?
(BIRD SQUAWKS)
Sit down.
No of fence, but...
...you don't look like much of a hunter to me.
I was just about to say the same thing about you.
I've already got the job.
How many cigarettes do you smoke a day?
As many as I can get.
I appreciate you coming in.
But the job needs someone with...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. Man, I got endurance.
I can do whatever it takes. Come on.
What's that? That's one of those running things, right?
Turn that on - put me on it.
Show you some endurance.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Keep this up for half an hour, I'll give you $20.
For $20 I'll run to fuckin' Alaska.
(Puffs)
(Puffs and coughs)
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Never thought you'd make it.
Never underestimate a man who ain't got nothing to lose.
Every man's got something to lose.
(Puffs)
Just 'cause you got lots of money, don't think you know every man.
So how do I get a hold of you if I need you?
Best hotel in town.
Man, 25 years ago, I married this woman - this black woman.
Voluptuous, pretty and shit. Hair slick on her head.
Six months later, all that shit was null and void.
I'd get home, she said, “Get out the bed.”
I'd get on out the bed.
Who you done robbed'?
Just give me a room - one with a IV that works.
You want the presidential suite, don't you?
I just want what I pay for.
CONCIERGE: Hey! Before you get in that bed, you wash your nasty ass.
You make sure you wash your nasty ass.
What I was telling you was...
(Continues rambling)
(Flicks switch repeatedly)
( POP SONG ON RADIO)
(Changes channels)
( LAID-BACK JAZZ )
(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)
( KNOCK AT DOOR)
Go away. I got the room till 12:00.
BURNS: 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, alright?
No shit!
Yoda.
I got you some clothes - they should fit you.
How the fuck would you know what fit?
Trust me - I've been doing this a long time.
Look, we ain't even finished talking about the money.
I ain't doin' nothing unless the moneys 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.
Start you off on $500 a week.
Here's a $200 advance.
That'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 cliche to say life was cheap there
but life was way beyond cheap.
Let me tell you something, man.
I'm glad I got this job, everything is cool,
but I still don't understand why hunting animals gets you off.
It's not about killing.
It's not about death.
It's about life.
Yeah, you tell that to the animal.
The animal knows it too.
This is gonna 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'?
(BROODING MUSIC)
Burns! Burns, where we at right now'?
Just crossed the Oregon border.
( MAJESTIC MUSIC)
MASON: This is some remote shit, man.
This is way out in the fucking boondocks!
MAN: Yeah, but it's beautiful.
It's just the way we like it.
And it's great hunting too.
Why would you guys want to hunt a pig?
This doesn't look like something you guys would want to kill.
We're not gonna hunt Frank.
He's a special guest.
(Mason laughs)
The propane goes to the cabin.
Yeah. Bring some beer from the fridge while you're in there.
Alright.
BURNS: OK, Frank, let's get out of here.
Good.
That's good.
Good boy. Watch it, now.
(Oinks)
Goddamn!
Wonder what's in there.
Beer.
Yoda.
BURNS: Whoa!
MAN: Well, Mr Burns!
BURNS: lib, DR.
DOC: Nice to be here. Doc Hawkins! Good to see you.
Hey. Once more.
MAN: This is my son Derek.
Your first hunt'? I've hunted since I was 12.
Oh. Yeah. Not like this one, he hasn't.
This is Griffin, the man I told you about.
Glad you could make it.
Are 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. it's a pleasure to meet you.
Alright. His son, Wolfe Jr.
How you doing, Junior?
Uh, Derek. OK.
And Dr Hawkins. How do you do, Mr Hawkins?
You know where you're going?
Nice patch. Thank you.
BURNS: This is Griffin.
Nice to meet you, Mr Griffin.
Ooh-ooh!
Gentlemen, I hope you all brought your...appetite.
Oh, my, my. Do we have a pachyderm?
Alright, this way.
Think pig!
HAWKINS: Oh,man!
I think I'm gonna need a bigger plate!
WOLFE: Outstanding! MAN: You're so right.
HAWKINS: Mr Burns, thank you. WOLFE: My God, whoa!
BURNS: 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 Gods gift to man.
Here's a toast to the hunters and a prayer for the hunted.
Amen! Amen.
Amen! Well done.
Amen! Alright!
Drink and be merry.
Doc, would you please pass me the carrots?
Carrots coming up.
Airmail.
Doctor, you don't really look like a doctor to me.
I'm a psychiatrist.
You're a shrink? Why? Does that surprise you?
You don't look like the kind of person fucked-up rich people pay
to tell all their personal shit.
(Burns laughs) I work for the company.
That's the CIA.
I know these two gentlemen's personal shit completely.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Doc thought hunting would be good therapy for us when we retired.
Let me get this straight.
You guys come up here, hunt and kill animals - and that's therapy?
It works. Hey, it works for me.
That's the stupidest shit I ever heard in my life.
But it's cool. it's your thing.
Take your time. 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 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 handpick carefully.
Cole's the real expert.
There's a poem - Yeats wrote it...
Mr Cole, could you tell that this meat would be this glorious
while the boar was still breathing?
Oh, yeah. I was pretty sure.
Well done.
How could you tell?
Well, it takes some experience, but...
...you learn what to look for.
(imitates pig squealing)
When you consider the animal's age, what condition it's in.
BURNS: Mm-hm.
Its hair. Mmm, its musculature.
How it was raised, you know.
You can pretty much tell.
What do you think? I like this. This is good.
$450 a bottle.
Mmm. $4.50 says I should have been drinking this shit a long time ago.
$450!
Don't waste it.
I can live on that for three months.
Well, you don't want to drink too much anyway, huh?
'Cause you don't want to be slow tomorrow.
No. No, indeed.
(Hawkins squeals like a pig)
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.
You ready? Can I bum one of them cigarettes?
Yoda.
Take the whole pack.
I just want one.
I'm offering you more than just one.
I only want one. Then the rest will go to waste.
Look here.
(Laughs)
If you've got something to say, just say it.
Where are you from? All over.
How old are you?
32. If you want my pants size, why don't you ask him?
Mason, he's only trying to get to know you.
I don't like people getting in my personal shit.
This dude's been looking at me all day.
Mr Mason, have you ever killed anything?
Yes. What'?
My wife and kids.
You sack of shit! Drop it!
You sonofabitch! Take it outside.
You're mine! 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.
Well, ask me something.
Ask me anything you want.
How did 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'd chase squirrels up the tree.
I trained him, I raised him.
I fed him, I groomed him, took care of him - I loved that dog.
I loved that dog. More than anything in the world, I loved that dog.
My father gave me a handful of cherry bombs and M80s
and said, “Train this dog to be a protector.”
Every Saturday afternoon, I got behind the dummy my dad built,
and I'd toss these cherry bombs and M80s at the dog.
Boom! Boom! He was scared at first.
But after a while he got angry and came at the dummy - rrragh!
He'd rip the dummy apart.
Head was off, shirt was gone.
So 13 years old, birthday time, got me a 12-gauge shotgun.
Wow, we're going hunting.
I was so excited.
We went to a clearing in the woods, my dad lay both our guns down
and said, “Son, today you'll learn to control your emotions.
“You're gonna do things that some men are unable and unwilling to do.
“Follow me."
I followed my dad around this clump of trees.
There's a little corral built -
there's Prince Henry Stout chained in the middle of the corral.
My dad took out some cherry bombs, put them in my hand
and said, “Get in the corral. Here's a lighter.
“Light those cherry bombs and throw them 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!”
(imitates lighting and throwing bomb) Boom!
Rraaaagh! 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.
Whump! Went down in the mud, rolled over, rolled over.
That dog is fighting and biting and scratching and kicking.
I'm screaming and crying, grabbing him round the head.
I stand up - rraaagh! Pow!
I fall with my weight on him - grrrr!
Hear his neck break.
He's dead.
He's not breathing.
He's not yelping and he's not biting.
And I'm covered with blood.
I stand up, I wipe the blood off.
And 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.
Derek?
Hmm'?
Oh..
Er. . .turkey?
Good work, Derek.
Here's to the turkeys, Mason.
(Laughs)
W“...
...this is your room.
Mr Burns, I really want to thank you.
I know.
I'll tell you about the job tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Well, Hank...
...I'm on my feet.
( BIRDSONG)
(ENGINES REV OUTSIDE)
(OWN III)
(Whispers) Once upon a time, there were six little hunters.
Rise and shine, Mason.
Hey, what the fuck...
Get up. What the fuck's up, Cole'?
Put your shit on.
This shit ain't funny. Shut the fuck up!
Put that shit on!
We'd like to play a game.
Yes. it's very simple.
COLE: You see, the hunt begins now.
We're the hunters.
And you're the hunted.
You leave here now with a headstart
of as long as it takes us to eat a nice leisurely breakfast.
If you make it to civilisation, you live.
If you don't, maybe God will have mercy.
You'll burn in hell.
Yeah! Yeah! Arggh!
Arggh! Bitch!
Get him outside.
(All cheer and applaud)
Come on!
GRIFFIN: Listen, you sonofabitch, I want you so bad I can taste it.
WOLFE: Let me get the door.
Just let me get the door for you.
GRIFFIN: Go, go,go,go!
BURNS: Now go on.
Run. (Fires)
Hey, Burns, what the fuck...
Run.
He's gonna chase his nuts.
( LAUGHTER )
Pace yourself!
I enjoy fucking with him. Don't you? Of course.
What really excites me is breaking his neck with my bare hands.
That's what I like. That's fine, Doctor.
But I can assure you
I fully intend to shoot that sonofabitch myself first.
This one better last long enough to make a challenge.
Trust me. He will.
“Iii, M'
We're not really gonna hunt him? Keep your voice down, son.
No,no,no.No,no,no, he's a human being.
He's a homeless piece of shit. He's nothing - less than nothing.
Fuck that. I won't take any part in this.
Oh?
You're too much like your mother.
I have 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 gonna learn it.
Don't disappoint me, Derek.
Now, come on. Let's have some breakfast.
( DRAMATIC MUSIC)
You know the only thing I miss up here...is the sports page.
I'm so used to it.
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 worlds ugliness.
I like beautiful things.
(Thumps table) I'm ready to go.
Let's go! Relax, Doc. Digest your food.
We're wasting time.
We're gonna give him some more time. No!
Think of it as foreplay.
Never mind the foreplay.
I'm talking about the... Doc! Prince Henry Stout.
Remember the rules.
I feel something special about this.
It's gonna be so much more special when you finally nail him.
Yoda. Yoda.
Derek, eat some of those eggs.
It'll make you 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, a little switcheroony 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.
I got $1,000 says my son will draw first blood.
Hey, 1, 2, 3.
You made yourself $3,000, Derek.
(Pants and coughs)
Damn! I wish I'd never started smoking!
(ENGINES ROAR)
Alright.
Let's get the turkey.
Whoo-hoo!
These guys always start out the same way.
Shit!
God, what a beautiful day!
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.
GRIFFIN: I see something.
Give me your bearings.
Right up here. Two O'clock, three O'clock.
HAWKINS: That's a mule deer, Griffin. They live here.
(imitates donkey braying)
GRIFFIN: Listen to me, you jackass.
If I see something, you can piss on the fire and call the dogs.
I seen it, son. Listen, Griffin.
Why don't you stop talking about it and show us where it is?
Alright! Alright, over here!
(whoops)
I don't see anything!
(Laughs) Come on!
What are you doing? (Pants heavily)
Griffin, there's no-one there.
Think.
Oh, think, THINK!
I saw him. I saw him!
Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I know what I saw. Well.
(All laugh) I saw him.
You got it. I saw Mason.
I just saw Mason.
He just shot and killed four trees.
I saw him. You laid them right out.
They're dead.
No-one's there.
(Laughs) Whoa!
Think.
(BIRD SCREECHES)
(GRIM MUSIC)
Guns!
There's gotta be some guns.
There's gotta 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. GRIFFIN: Oh, shit.
HAWKINS: Let's go! Go!
Sick motherfuckers.
CIA, bullshit!
My motherfuckin' ass.
I'll show you motherfuckers some therapy.
MAN: Whoa!
(Man hollers)
Shit!
Mason!
GRIFFIN: I'll look over here!
He's upstairs.
I'm coming for you, Mason.
Here I come, Mason. Here I come.
BOTH: Mr Mason'?
Get ready, Mason.
What's that smell?
COLE: Oh, no. He's set us up.
Everybody out! Hawk! Hawkie! Hawkins!
COLE: Wolfe! Get out of there.
Now! Goddammit!
WOLFE: Derek, run!
(Hawkins roars)
I'm going bare hands.
Arggh! (Groans)
I'm sending you back to your wife and kid,
you fucking piece of dogshit.
Arggh! Moans..
WOLFE: Get me the fuck out of here!
Burns!
Help! Arggh!
Burns!
What a punk.
Dad, do you read me?
Dad!
Junior, get back here.
Dad!
Dad, where are you?
Dad!
Dad, I'm coming.
Dad, come on. Dad!
Dad. Come on, get up. (Coughs)
Come on, Dad. Let's go.
You having fun yet? (Laughs)
Come on, Mason. Get up.
DEREK: Open it up. Come on!
How do I get him out? Out here.
Give me your hand. (Wolfe coughs violently)
GRIFFIN: Next.
BURNS: Come on! Where's Mason'?
Where's Mason'?
(RBI!)
(Sizzles and screams) Goddamn.
I like my meat rare. (Laughs)
(SQUELCH!) Arggh!
Try well done, bitch.
BURNS: Derek, hurry up with that water.
COLE: I found this. No sign of Hawkins.
Hawkins, what happened to Hawkins? He's history.
Oh, my God.
You're not still gonna hunt him, are you?
Hell we're not.
Jesus, 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, Derek.
Look, you just saved your dads life.
You should be proud of yourself.
So, tell me, which way did he go?
You know, he killed Hawkins. He nearly killed me.
Huh?
Derek!
That way'? (Laughs)
Let's go. Let it burn. Come on.
(Pants)
(ANIMAL GROWLS)
Oh, shit.
That's a bitch.
I ain't gonna hurt you. You ain't gonna hurt me.
You're just gonna have a nice day, OK?
I'll get the fuck out of your woods, OK?
Just cool out. Chill. Nice wolf.
Lull u! w'
Stay right there.
Oh, SHIT!
GRIFFIN: There he is! Fucking wait, John. I got him.
(SQUELCH!) Arggh!
(SCREAM ECHOES)
(Wheezes and pants)
(inhales asthma spray)
You took my shot, Senior.
Don't ever take my shot again. Is that a threat?
He nearly killed me, not you!
Just don't take my shot. Or fuckin' what?
Arggh. Be careful.
Watch yourself. Let the fuck go.
Watch yourself! Let me go, son!
Somehow I could put a bullet in his ass. I see that now.
(Gasps)
Whoa.
OH!
Shit.
(Strains)
COLE: If he survived the river
there's only one place he can get out.
Ha. sun dry.
COLE: Alright, gentlemen. We'll go on foot from here.
Dismount.
GRIFFIN: He ain't far now, Senior.
No, he isn't..
(Wolfe chuckles) Do you smell that?
That idiot's smoking a cigarette.
(Coughs)
We've been had.
Let me see.
That tree is smoking a cigarette. (Laughs)
Told you this guy was good. You didn't believe me, did you?
I know how to pick 'em. (Laughs)
Fucking shit.
Griffin.
Griffin, talk to me.
HEADPHONES: Griffin.
Can you hear me? Come in. (Griffin moans)
Griffin, do you copy?
MASON: 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.
MASON ON HEADPHONES: Bums. Burns, you hear me?
Mason.
I wouldn't mind talking to Griffin.
He's here with me.
Just can't come to the phone, you know what I'm saying?
Mason, you're a sack of shit. Let me talk to Griffin.
Go fuck what you want, Bums.
If it's about what I want right now.
I want you, Bums.
What did I do?
I got Griffin tied up and you ain't never gonna find him.
I want you and all of you
to get me in that plane and fly me back to the city.
After that, I'm gonna tell you where he is.
Any other way, I'm gonna 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.
MASON: Yo, fuck you, Cole! You punk sell-out motherfucker!
Yo, Burns. You're gonna do it my way or your man's gonna be dead.
Wake up.
You know, your friends don't give two shits about you.
(Yells) You shut the fuck up!
I'll bust you in your motherfucking head.
Listen, Burns and them ain't gonna come up here looking for you.
(Protests)
By now you should know he don't give a fuck about shit but himself.
Now just shut up and I'm gonna take this thing off.
I'll kill you - I don't want to, but I'll kill your ass.
Shut up!
(Coughs)
I ain't gonna scream no more.
But if you are gonna 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 round here trying to kill people all day!
Then why don't you do what we'd do?
Pull that fucking trigger.
Go ahead.
Pull it.
There's Sirius, the Dog Star.
Yeah. Do you think we'll find Mason tomorrow'?
I know where he is.
Yeah, sure you do. Where is he?
Over there.
Take a look.
In a little hole in the mountain.
We'll have him sit up all night, waiting.
Then we'll surprise him at dawn.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
Psst!
How's that grub?
Pretty good'?
Pretty tasty?
Good.
Enjoy it, asshole, 'cause it's gonna 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 finally find the balls to take care of me,
you ain't gonna make it out of here alive, anyway.
( FLY BUZZES )
(Laughs) What's up?
Big tough cowboy, you scared of a few little bugs?
Ain't never slept on the ground before?
I sleep in a bed, shithead, not like an animal.
Just 'cause you sleep on the ground don't mean you're an animal.
Just means you're poor.
Maybe. That may be.
But you, Mason, are waste. You know what?
I'm getting tired of y'all.
What if I took this gun, right,
and blew your motherfucking brains out?
You'd bleed blood just like me - maybe then you'd understand.
I don't care about my life anymore!
Don't you understand?
I don't give a shit.
I don't care.
(Gasps for breath)
Thanks.
(Breathes more regularly)
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 never caught him.
And for all I know...
...it was you!
Ain't that a bitch'?
You got a personal problem, man. It ain't got jackshit to do with me!
You said you'd fucking killed your family.
You don't know shit about me!
(Subs)
I was a mechanic, 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.
I had to work around the place, you know what I'm saying?
The place was... should have been fucking condemned.
I went 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 about people living in the ghetto.
I told my girl I'd get around to it, you know'?
The place was a firetrap.
So one day I come home late
and I see this commotion out on 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.
I could have...
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?
(Griffin yells) John!John!
Where is he? Come on!
Do I look like Harry fucking Houdini to you?
I don't know where he is.
Did y'all leave me any water? DEREK: In my ATV.
HUH? My ATV.
Huh? My ATV.
What time did Mason leave you?
Mr Burns, I truly have no idea.
You don't know much, do you? Maybe not.
You hungry? Mm-hm.
Can I take two? Yeah.
I'll tell you what I do know, though.
It's over. I'm out of here.
I'm going back where I belong.
I'm going home. You're not going anywhere.
Oh, yeah, I am.
Look, if Doc Hawkins is dead, he's gone, he ain't never coming back.
And Mason could have killed me last night, easy, but he didn't.
Gotta let him go.
Mr Griffin, you know we can't do that.
What are you afraid of, huh? You think he's gonna go to the authorities?
Chances are you ain't never gonna hear from him again.
He's probably right. We're not taking any chances.
Are you crazy? WOLFE: John.
Think about what you're saying, John.
I have, Senior. No, you haven't.
I 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.
Now, If I can't stop you, then I can't stop you.
But I'm going home. WOLFE: John!
BURNS: Mr Griffin! I'm going home.
You stupid Texas cowboy, you stop it right there!
Or what? (Laughs)
You gonna shoot me in the back, huh? Yeah.
I lied (Laughs..)
(Derek screams))
Dad! Dad, do something!
Dad!
You sonofabitch! 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: You alright? Huh?
DEREK: Yeah, yeah. Take a deep breath.
(Breathes deeply) Now, listen.
Now it's more than just Mason.
Hawkins and Griffin, they were real people,
people who counted in the real world.
MASON ON HEADPHONES: I'm as real as they were, asshole.
WOLFE: You're nothing, Mason.
It's such a beautiful day out here, Mason.
A perfect day for hunting. (Softly) Where do you think he is?
MASON: Now ifs down to three of you and a boy, fool.
Plus, I got my own gun. I'd say my odds are getting better and better.
Your odds don't mean anything out here, Mason!
What matters is if you win or lo...
BURNS: That wasn't even close!
Never shot a big bore before?
MASON: Yo, Cole, your momma's up here.
I'm tired of listening to this faggot motherfucker.
Let's kick some ass.
Damn!
He thinks we won't follow him in the water.
WOLFE: Well, which way?
Let's get wet.
BURNS: Mason!
Hey, Mason!
There's no fish in here.
(Grunts)
COLE: Shit.
There's something not...
Somethings not right about this.
What?
I don't like this.
There he is! There he is! Get him! Get him!
BURNS: Keep it going.
Got you now.
(Cole cries out)
(Laughs hysterically)
Nearly. He ate the last pig!
Oh, damn! Cole. He ate the last pig!
What happened? What happened?
Oh.
Relax.
OK. Jim boy.
Next year, next year... Shut up.
Next year, we gotta bring...
We gotta bring more pigs.
We bring...we bring the girls... Quiet down.
Bring the girls up next time.
Some money.. Walter..
I'm going to have to put you to bed.
(Chokes)
(Groans)
(Pants)
Oh, shit!
(BIRD CHIRPS)
Derek...
Derek, 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 hope you find Mason, maybe even kill him, Dad.
But know one thing -
if we get through this shit, I swear to God I'll never forget this.
Because I am not like you.
Shit.
Damn.
What the hell's he shooting at?
I don't care.
Come on.
Three left.
This has got to work. Come on!
Yes!
WOLFE: That sonofabitch.
What do we do now'? We're gonna go after him.
What do you think? Afraid of heights?
No.
Good.
Bastard.
Oh, no!
You stay here. Fuck you, Dad!
Fuck you.
Way to go, Derek.
You're doing good, son.
(Grunts)
BURNS: Behind you!
WOLFE: He's behind us! (Croaks)
Derek, look out!
Dad! Help me!
I can't hold on! Derek!
Help! I'm coming.
Help, Dad! I'm coming!
Hang on! Don't let me fall!
Dad! Help! Shit!
I'm slipping! Dad!
Don't let go, Derek!
Help! I'm slipping!
Dad, help!
Aaaarrrggggghhhhh!
(Howls)
(Wolfe weeps)
Mr Wolfe Senior...
...let's get this sonofabitch who did this.
I've got the sonofabitch.
He's mine.
(Yells) He's mine!
(Groans)
Didn't go in.
Give him to me.
Whoah!
Shit!
(Screams)
(GUNSHOTS)
We can't get him from here.
We'll have to go down.
Yeah. (Pants)
I hope he's not dead.
(Groans)
(Gasps)
Mason!
Mason! Sonofabitch!
Show yourself, you sonofabitch!
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're going to kill me?
Nice move.
Let me tell you what we're gonna do.
It's gonna 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.
(CRICKETS CHIRP, WOLF CRIES)
(WOLF HOWLS )
(Sighs)
( DRY LEAVES CRACKLE)
Hah!
What...'?
(BIRD SCREECHES) Wh...'?
Ah!
(OWL SCREECHES )
(BIRD CHATTERS) Ah!
I know you're out there, Mason.
Don't be afraid, Mason!
Come up here like a man!
Take a look, Mason. I've got no gun!
(Shoots)
(GUN clicks)
Goddammit!
GOD...DAMMIT!
I don't need this fucking gun!
(Roars) Come on, Mason!
Show your fucking self!
(Spits and roars)
(Welland!)
(Wolf roars)
Yah!
(Men continue fighting)
(Both groan)
(Mason cries out)
You can't hurt me. You know why? 'Cause you're NOTHING!
Maggot. . .you're a worm!
You're NOTHING! (G roans)
Die! Die! Fuck that!
(CRUNCH!)
(Mason breathes jaggedly)
Burns!
(MOTORBIKE WHIRRS)
BURNS!
(AEROPLANE IDLES)
Burn, baby.
Shit!
Forgive me, Father.
(PHONE RINGS)
ANSWERING MACHINE: You've reached the offices
of Hell's Canyon Outfitters.
Please leave your message after the beep.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
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 get worried.
Please, could someone get back to me as soon as possible?
Thank you. (Hangs up) (MACHINE BEEPS)
(ENGINE CLICKS)
Oh! Arg!
Excuse me, Father. God bless you, child.
Could you spare a little change? I'm homeless.
Get lost.
(Under breath) Stupid asshole!
(Knocks at door)
(Clicks case open)
MALE VOICE: Hey, Father Burns.
( GUNFIRE )
(CHILLING LAUGHTER)
( LAUGHTER )
UGH!
ARGGH!
UGH!
OH! Shit!
BASTARD!
How does that feel? Huh?
No mercy, my son!
(Spits) Huh?
ARGGH!
YA-AGH !
How Mary! - --
...Mother of God...
...pray for us sinners...
Ah, ill
(Screams)
How the fuck does this feel, Burns?!
All your punk-ass friends are dead now.
How the fuck does this feel now'?
Yoda.
This...
...is the moment we've been waiting for.
OK...do it.
Finish the game.
Please.
BANG!!
Game's over.
(GUN clicks)
( BULLET HITS ROUND)
Lucky me.
Hey, Mason!
Burns, there's something you should always do when you find a gun.
Say good bye.
(BANG!)
Always check the barrel.