Dig Me No Grave (2025) Movie Script
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(Birds chirping)
(Trees swaying in the wind)
(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)
(Chambering rifle)
(Gun shot)
Ahh, fuck
(Truck engine rumbling)
No luck?
Nah.
Hey Diesel.
Good boy, Good boy.
Yeah, that's my boy.
Sometimes I think that you love
that dog more than me.
I wouldn't say that.
Just most people.
These guys are loyal to the bone.
Do you think it's time to pack it in?
Nah.
Tags are good for another week.
I mean, pack it in...
for good.
Just quit.
Why not?
Fred, gave it up.
Fred had other health issues.
As long as I got two sturdy legs to stand
on, I aint quitting shit.
I don't know if I would like to see you
be out there by yourself.
I'm fine.
Im armed for Christs sakes.
Yeah, but it was different.
Fred was with you for all those years.
I dont need to worry. But now I am worried.
Why? Because I'm fucking old?
You are fucking old.
And if something happened with you,
I will...
What?
Huh?
Take the rest of my retirement fund,
and drink it away on some beach somewhere.
Good Lord, Linda.
That's not a bad idea.
I can fly.
Go to the Caribbean with your wrinkly ass.
And you know what?
Go hunt some more and have a heart attack
in the middle of...
Dont, huh? me.
I know you can read my lips.
(Birds Chirping)
(Truck engine rumbling)
(High pitch ringing)
(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)
(Chambering rifle)
(Click)
(Gun fires)
About god damn time.
Make it quick.
I hate phones.
Bullseye
(Deep guttural growing)
(Low pitch breathing)
(Growling and breathing gets closer and intensifies)
Take it.
(Gun shot)
(Scott screaming)
(Hammer clicks)
(Gun shot)
(Gasping for air)
(Coughs)
(Breathing through gritted teath)
(Shalow breathing)
Fuck!
Fuck it.
Fuck.
Fred!
Who fucking said you could retire before me?
You fucking hear me Fred?
Buddy?
Youre supposed to be out here with me.
Remember back in 78?
When you shot that spike.
Whew!
That was one tough son of a bitch.
From what I remembered, that was the only spike
you've ever fucking shot.
Yeah...
Yeah.
I'm done.
Refill?
Nah,
I'm done with this shit.
You've been saying that for four fucking years,
Fred.
Yeah, so?
You need to go out with a kill.
It's all Im saying.
I'll be dead before that happens.
Im dead.
Ill believe when I see it.
This is our year.
I can feel it.
Youve been saying that,
four fucking years, Scott.
Well, you need to go out on top.
Im going with or without you.
Fuck.
Come on.
Fuck you.
So, have you heard anything from Scott?
I did, left me a message.
and?
Finally bagged one.
Well, shit, he never told me.
When did he call you?
Christ.
It was? Yeah, yesterday, I think.
No, it was 2 to 3 days ago.
Shit.
I don't remember.
Dont remember?
Seriously, what the fuck Fred?
Why don't you call him yourself?
Huh! You think I haven't
tried? He never answer.
Well, keep trying.
He's got to get that kill
to the butcher soon,
or it rots.
Probably already doing that.
Just barely.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Fred I got it.
(Gagging and choking)
Fuck!
All finished Mrs. Parker.
Looks great jimmy.
Shall we get you paid?
Scott.
I'm coming Linda.
God damn it,
wake up the whole damn neighborhood.
Pay Jimmy please.
Come on tight ass.
Thankyou Mrs. and Mr. Parker.
Oh Jimmy? you back next week, right?
Yeah, no problem Mr. Parker bright and early!
The hell was that?
What? Someone needs to do it right?
You never are.
That's bullshit and you know it.
If I left it up to you
This place is going to be buried in weeks.
Hey, look!
I provide.
Why don't you stay here?
We could take a road trip.
Hunting season is my time,
you know this.
You used to come out with me and Fred.
You're still welcome.
What?
Camping by myself
while you two having fun in the woods
and drinking yourself silly.
That's not my thing anymore.
Fine suit yourself.
Have you ever ask yourself why you do it?
Why I do what?
Hunt?
Nope. Why?
Because you never look
like you're having fun.
It seems like you are doing it
for someone else.
Excuse me.
Look, this picture
you don't happy then,
and you don't happy now.
Are you sure you're doing it for yourself?
Four years,
and nothing.
Now you fuckers decide to come out.
Go figure.
Pop?
How long till we, you know, cut it up?
We? Nah, this one is all you, boy.
Im gonna sit here with a beer and supervise.
Make sure you don't fuck it up.
But we got to wait a day or two.
The rigor mortis to come and go first.
Rigor?
Mortis, the stiffening of the body after the kill.
You got to wait a day or two.
While the meat is tough, like leather.
You feeling sad for that dear?
Yeah, I guess I feel sad, but I also...
Alive, right? Yes.
Thats adrenaline.
It's a great feeling, right?
Now listen, boy.
I was going to give you this next week
on your birthday, but,
well, I think now is the right time
I have not told your mama
So let's keep this between us for a while,
right.
Right.
Go on.
Wow! Its huge.
And have a look on the grip.
Wow. It's amazing.
It's beautiful.
This ain't no hunting piece, right?
Hell if it ain't!
I didn't get you this, so you can just
pop beer bottles and blow up watermelons.
This here is your back up.
Back up?
Yeah. Backup.
Them rifles we carry their good.
They do the job.
But you never know when you you're going
to need to get your ass out of a jam.
You take that
any way you want, shit happens.
You'll always need a handgun.
But it's really heavy.
Give me a minute, boy.
Right.
It's heavier than I thought.
Come here, boy.
Let me show you.
Hold it tight. That's right.
You aim.
And, you squeeze.
Oh, yeah.
There you go.
You never look down the barrel
of a loaded gun boy!
You never aim at anyone unless your...
You're willing to shoot in self-defense.
You never, ever!
Look down the barrel of a gun unless it's
your last dying wish.
You get that?
Bye Scotty boy.
(Pulls trigger)
(Pulls trigger)
(Pulls trigger repeatedly)
What the...
(Screams in horror)
You need to go out there, Fred.
I'll see what he's up to.
Probably having too much fun
Sometimes I wonder, are you guys even out hunting?
Come on, Linda.
You've been out there before.
You know that place?
I do, and I know him.
He doesn't normally ignore me this long.
Like I said, he's probably having too much fun.
He hasn't had fun for ages, Fred,
quit pulling my chain.
Yeah, yeah.
Just hang tight.
I'll go check on him.
What's going on?
Where am I?
Who are you?
What the fuck have you done to me, man?
Where the fuck are my legs?
You...
You did this to me.
You. This really hurts, man.
I'm in pain. Real.
Ow, ow, ow, ow Ow!
Who the fuck are you, man?
Who the fuck are you?
Wha...
What, what the fuck.
Where the fuck are my legs?
You son of a bitch.
Wa... Water.
More. More.
More. Please, more.
I need a phone, to call my wife.
Fuck and Fred.
What's going on?
I need a... I need a piss.
I need a piss man.
Please!
Yeah, thanks.
What them needles for, man?
I hate needles.
Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
Where you going?
I need your help!
Where you going?
Where you... going.
Pop, I gotta piss.
Go piss.
Where?
You need me to piss for you?
I said go piss.
Fucker.
Okay.
No, come on.
Come on.
Yeah.
Yep, uhuh.
Uhuh.
Ahh, yeah.
Son of a bitch.
Hey.
Please.
Hello?
Not sure why I'm strapped in.
It's not like I can get very far.
That's my piece.
Come on, Scotty boy.
Do it!
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Why haven't you taken me to a hospital?
Why are you detaining me?
You feed me dog food,
feeding me water.
Youre keeping me alive.
You steal my shit.
Cut off my fucking legs.
The hell are you up to, man?
Or is it ma'am
or sir or whatever the fuck you are!
God damn.
God damn it, Scott. Where are ya?
God damn it.
Another beer?
Uhh, yeah.
No. Look, I really can't stay.
So first thing tomorrow morning.
Go back out there.
Yeah.
Yeah, right.
I got to go and get some rest.
It's been one long day,
Fred.
You'll tell me if there is
anything you need.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
How about...
if you stay tonight and...
we can go tomorrow morning together.
To have a look?
Look, Linda,
I really can't stay.
I really can't stay.
I get it, Fred.
Youre a good friend.
Look, you know, I just
say no more.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
You need to let me go.
Call my wife.
She'll come and get me.
You can't keep me here, man.
And I can't keep pissing,
and shit in a fucking bucket!
You think she really cares?
I dont believe it,
you can say more than two words.
What was that?
She's fucking him.
You, Motherfucker.
You can't hear what I'm telling you.
Piece of shit.
Your woman is a fucking whore.
She is fucking him.
Do you understand that guy,
Who's fucking who?
Wash.
Who is fucking who?
Wash.
You've been in my fucking house.
I aint washing shit.
Come on boy! Come on.
Get off me!
No! Shut the fuck up, motherfucker.
Come on, boy.
Come on, son.
Crazy son of a b...
Come here, boy.
Wake up, son.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You like that bath boy?
You like that bath?
Bout time I cleaned your ass up, motherfucker.
Come on.
You fucker.
Come on!
No, fuck you!
No, god, no!
Come on.
What's in them needles?
for infection
and hostility.
How did you get me from bleeding out?
when you cut off my legs?
I mean,
no hospital,
no surgery room,
no doctors.
You can't tell me this is just
what? Some backwoods cabin fuck doesn't woods.
Hey.
Argh.
Well,
Im talking to you, you know.
I said I'm talking to you!
Practice.
Fuck.
Oh Fred, your truck stinks.
I know.
I need to vacuum it.
No, Fred.
You need to fumigate it.
It smells like you took a dump in here.
Is that better?
You said you covered this area.
Yeah, been all over it.
Searched the place from top to god damn bottom.
Time to get deeper, then.
Oh shit.
Fred.
Fred!
Hold on Im taking a god damn piss.
Come quick!
Come.
Look.
Whoa!
Critters been picking on that real good.
Someone shot it.
Yeah.
Someone took it out real good.
Shot the shit out of it.
But whyd someone kill it and just leave it here?
Yeah.
Sport.
There are some idiots out here,
crazy idiots.
You speak Navajo?
What do you know about it?
Enough to know you're not a blood.
You don't know shit.
Come on, Leave it at that,
or you'll lose the rest of your...
Limbs.
You shoulda left me under that bear.
And you shouldnt have orphaned her cubs.
It was her or me.
Her home.
Your choice to be there.
What are you talking about man.
This land is open for hunting.
Again.
Your choice.
And she paid the price.
Now...
you are.
This.
This ain't my choice.
I made my choice out there
under that bear.
You robbed me of that choice
by bringing me here.
By saving you.
By saving me?
From what?
Huh?
This ain't exactly what I had in mind.
This is not my choice.
That my fucking whiskey.
You got that, too.
Your choice to be here.
You chose this.
Say it.
You chose for me.
Argh! Fuck.
Give me the whiskey, man.
Thats my god damn whiskey.
You chose this.
Say it.
I.
(Scott repeats) I.
I.
Come on.
I.
Almost!
Keep antagonizing me like this.
You evil fuck.
Hey, no!
No.
No.
No.
Fuck.
Let me know when youre ready to say it.
Hey, no.
No, no.
I don't need that shit, man.
No more. No.
I know.
I know you miss it.
I got all the time in the world.
Pop.
Yep.
Why do we hunt?
you kidding me?
No, sir.
Well, I guess we don't need to right?
You got all the meat
you can eat right from the grocery?
Yeah.
You can sit at home and...
Here.
Sit at home and...
set up the fire for barbecue.
Or your mama.
Your mama can make up a batch
of her chili.
Right. With no effort at all. Right.
And hunting goes on behind the scenes.
We don't even need to get our hands dirty.
Yeah, I guess.
By the way.
How's the meat taste?
It's really good. Best you ever eat?
Yes, sir, By far.
And your mama's chili?
None better.
And that is why we hunt son.
Yeah.
That is why we hunt.
See somethings you just cant get from grocery
Besides,
your mama refuses to use anything else.
Come on.
Lets gear up.
Time to move on.
More meat where that came from.
Come on, boy.
No. Pop? Pop!
You okay?
What's happening?
You gotta get to camp boy.
Use a radio. Call for help.
I can't leave you here.
If you run fast, Ill be fine.
I can't run that fast. I'm not leaving you.
God gave you a strong legs to run with, boy.
Now use them.
Help! Help!
Anyone, can you hear me?
Please, someone quickly!
Please!
I got to get out of here.
Ouch, fuck.
You son of a bitch.
Come on.
What the fuck are you into?
What the fuck?
Come on.
Come on!
Fuck.
No chance.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Going somewhere?
I just wanted to get some fresh air.
Going the wrong way for that.
Door's over here.
Who gave you the right to go for my stuff?
I really don't give a fuck about your...
Come on.
Come here mother fucker.
Get on there.
Okay, okay, Im ready to talk, okay?
Its my choice.
My choice? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't want to do this.
You don't want to do this.
All right? I can explain. I can explain.
I was curious.
All right? Its Pat right? Pat.
You shouldnt have stole my stuff.
Staff Sergeant!
Who addresses me?
PFC. Mina Slocum
Mina?
Slocum.
You're going to be fine.
I heard you were the best medic
in the regiment.
Heard right.
Still are, by my book.
They should have promoted you sooner.
Wasn't in the cards.
Remember.
The discharge?
Dishonorable discharge.
Its tragic and wrong.
No, no!
It was the best thing that ever happened to us.
It brought us home.
Right?
Right. But.
But you miss me.
It's over.
They took everything from me.
From us.
They?
Punks.
Those fucking pricks.
You, me...
us.
Punished.
They got away with murder.
They took you from me.
Wow, so beautiful.
I told you, didn't I?
Well, yeah, but
nothing could have prepared me for this.
Well, this is the most beautiful place
on earth, but it's nothing like you.
Okay,
I want to show you something.
Come on,
Mina.
Mina?
Mina!
Ahh, shit.
You're going to be okay.
You're going to be okay.
Baby?
Talk to me.
Damn, shit.
Mina, talk to me baby.
Mina.
Mina?
Mina,
Mina!
God, no.
No.
No!
No!
I missed
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just pissed at myself for missing.
Sure.
Go scout its trail if youd like?
Nah.
I'm sure I missed.
All right, lets head out.
Yeah,
I get it.
I said I get it.
What the fuck are you doing?
Ahh, fuck this.
If you werent such a fucking stump Id have you dig this hole.
Do it!
no, no, no, no.
Come on! Come on.
God damn it.
Why don't you make this easier on
both of us and just fucking shoot me?
Staff sergeant!
Just fucking shoot me.
Maiko! Maiko, Maiko.
Hey, hey, hey.
Bucket.
I need a piss.
You here for the show?
ready to collect.
Hey, what are you doing?
My legs ain't hurting right now.
For infection.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
You fucking son of a bitch.
Fuck.
Come on, come on, come on!
Come on baby! Come on.
Come on for me!
No! No, no, oh come on.
Come on you son of a bitch. Come on!
No, come on!
Fuck!
Wow!
You got some balls, boy.
Cross the line, boy.
Clever, Scotty boy.
Okay, look.
I'm sorry about the drug,
but what would you do in my situation, huh?
It's clear to me that you don't want me dead.
Otherwise, I already happily would be.
But you're going to see to it
that I survive.
For better or for worse.
In fact,
I could probably reach over right now.
Blacken your eye
and sure,
you'd made my life miserable for a bit.
But then shortly after,
you'd be dressing my wounds.
Am I right?
I mean, you.
You are really good,
at bringing me to the edge,
and then bringing me back.
Just so that,
we can repeat this fucking
cycle over and over again.
The tractor,
the grave,
the bear.
I mean, it's clear we're both dealing
with difficulties in this life.
You're going to see to it,
that I share in your quest for redemption.
Now, I don't like a lot of people.
Hell,
I dont like most people.
In fact, most of them
I want to shoot myself
because they revolt me so much.
I guess we're a lot alike in that way.
If it wasn't for Maiko,
you'd have been dead long ago.
Maybe Maikos, smarter than both of us.
I guess what I'm trying to say,
and this is the God's honest truth.
I believe that I really fucking hate you.
But at the same time,
I'm fascinated by you.
Why on earth would i say that?
After all that we've been through.
Through all the craziness,
all the butt fuckery, that actually
is Pat Gunther.
I believe you're just one hurting mother.
And I'm glad to sympathize.
In a way,
you're in more pain than I am.
And I got no fucking legs.
I guess,
what I'm trying to say is I was ready
to meet my maker under that bear,
and I was under there for
God knows how long.
Seven,
days.
How would you know that?
Unless you...
Watched most of it.
You knew I was trapped
and you didn't help me.
Here,
I Knew.
Fuck you,
Fuck you!
You could have saved me and my legs.
I did save your legs.
Want to see?
You just watched?
You sick fuck!
Get off me!
Why me?
Your murdering friend.
Murder?
Oh fuck.
You think that Fred?
Of all the hunters that come out here?
It was him,
Fred,
The guy that can't hit the broadside
of a barn? That Fred?
Come here mother fucker.
(Singing) I gotta find, Scott Parker.
Find the Scott, find the Scott.
Oh no you dont.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Shut up.
You make a noise.
You make a sound.
I'll cut your balls off.
Do you hear me boy?
Hey. Yeah.
Sorry to bother you.
How'd you get through my gate?
It wasn't locked, so
I just thought I'd see if anyone was home.
Hope you don't mind.
I lock it for a reason.
Yeah. Uhh.
It wasn't locked.
So you came in anyway?
Look, my buddy is missing, and I'm just
trying to find out if anyone has seen him.
Was hunting in these parts recently,
and never came back home.
I haven't seen anyone.
Yeah, he looks like this.
If you see him, please
let him know that people are concerned.
What's his name?
His name is Scott.
Yeah, Scott Parker.
I'll keep an eye out.
Thank you for your time.
One more thing.
Do you want me to lock your gate
down there?
No, Leave it.
Okay.
Yep.
Shit.
Hey, Linda.
So, any luck?
Nothing. been out here all day,
and got nothing?
I ran into a local.
Wasn't very nice.
Creepy as hell.
Had me feeling really cold.
I don't even remember any houses up there.
About 8 miles,
from the camp.
Don't know, Fred. Anyway, Are you sure?
You look everywhere.
Sorry, Linda.
I'll keep looking though.
Any news from the cops?
No, no. They won't search without the vehicle.
I'll stay out here a little longer.
Okay.
Bye.
Shit.
Holy shit!
Shit.
Seen enough?
Yeah, I...
I'm sorry.
I dropped my glasses,
and I just cant live without them.
Looks like you found them.
Shit.
You going to tell me what you really doing here?
Look, I Just...
Like I told you before,
I don't know your friend.
I haven't seen him.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Fucker
(Gunshot)
Fred!
Yeah.
Look, I'm going to get you out of here.
You okay?
Long story.
Just...
Untie these ropes man.
Shit.
What happened to your legs?
I told you. It's a long story, Fred.
Just untie these ropes so we can get out of here!
He's cut your God damn legs up.
No I cut myself shaving...
What the fuck do you think.
Does it hurt?
Of course it fucking hurts.
Wheres that son of a bitch?
Is he still here?
You don't worry about that boy,
I shot him dead.
I wouldn't be in this situation
if you hadn't gotten trigger happy
on one of our hunts.
Now, would I?
You want to tell me about that?
Yeah. Look.
I think I shot someone long time ago.
It was your friend.
God damnit.
You, god damnit!
Fred!
No!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
All cause of Scotty boy.
Im gonna fuck you up.
(Hacks into flesh and bone)
Yeah.
God damn it, Fred.
Good bye, old friend.
Fuck.
Come on.
No.
Come on.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Fuck.
(Car crash, followed by silence)
(Birds chirping)
(Trees swaying in the wind)
(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)
(Chambering rifle)
(Gun shot)
Ahh, fuck
(Truck engine rumbling)
No luck?
Nah.
Hey Diesel.
Good boy, Good boy.
Yeah, that's my boy.
Sometimes I think that you love
that dog more than me.
I wouldn't say that.
Just most people.
These guys are loyal to the bone.
Do you think it's time to pack it in?
Nah.
Tags are good for another week.
I mean, pack it in...
for good.
Just quit.
Why not?
Fred, gave it up.
Fred had other health issues.
As long as I got two sturdy legs to stand
on, I aint quitting shit.
I don't know if I would like to see you
be out there by yourself.
I'm fine.
Im armed for Christs sakes.
Yeah, but it was different.
Fred was with you for all those years.
I dont need to worry. But now I am worried.
Why? Because I'm fucking old?
You are fucking old.
And if something happened with you,
I will...
What?
Huh?
Take the rest of my retirement fund,
and drink it away on some beach somewhere.
Good Lord, Linda.
That's not a bad idea.
I can fly.
Go to the Caribbean with your wrinkly ass.
And you know what?
Go hunt some more and have a heart attack
in the middle of...
Dont, huh? me.
I know you can read my lips.
(Birds Chirping)
(Truck engine rumbling)
(High pitch ringing)
(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)
(Chambering rifle)
(Click)
(Gun fires)
About god damn time.
Make it quick.
I hate phones.
Bullseye
(Deep guttural growing)
(Low pitch breathing)
(Growling and breathing gets closer and intensifies)
Take it.
(Gun shot)
(Scott screaming)
(Hammer clicks)
(Gun shot)
(Gasping for air)
(Coughs)
(Breathing through gritted teath)
(Shalow breathing)
Fuck!
Fuck it.
Fuck.
Fred!
Who fucking said you could retire before me?
You fucking hear me Fred?
Buddy?
Youre supposed to be out here with me.
Remember back in 78?
When you shot that spike.
Whew!
That was one tough son of a bitch.
From what I remembered, that was the only spike
you've ever fucking shot.
Yeah...
Yeah.
I'm done.
Refill?
Nah,
I'm done with this shit.
You've been saying that for four fucking years,
Fred.
Yeah, so?
You need to go out with a kill.
It's all Im saying.
I'll be dead before that happens.
Im dead.
Ill believe when I see it.
This is our year.
I can feel it.
Youve been saying that,
four fucking years, Scott.
Well, you need to go out on top.
Im going with or without you.
Fuck.
Come on.
Fuck you.
So, have you heard anything from Scott?
I did, left me a message.
and?
Finally bagged one.
Well, shit, he never told me.
When did he call you?
Christ.
It was? Yeah, yesterday, I think.
No, it was 2 to 3 days ago.
Shit.
I don't remember.
Dont remember?
Seriously, what the fuck Fred?
Why don't you call him yourself?
Huh! You think I haven't
tried? He never answer.
Well, keep trying.
He's got to get that kill
to the butcher soon,
or it rots.
Probably already doing that.
Just barely.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Fred I got it.
(Gagging and choking)
Fuck!
All finished Mrs. Parker.
Looks great jimmy.
Shall we get you paid?
Scott.
I'm coming Linda.
God damn it,
wake up the whole damn neighborhood.
Pay Jimmy please.
Come on tight ass.
Thankyou Mrs. and Mr. Parker.
Oh Jimmy? you back next week, right?
Yeah, no problem Mr. Parker bright and early!
The hell was that?
What? Someone needs to do it right?
You never are.
That's bullshit and you know it.
If I left it up to you
This place is going to be buried in weeks.
Hey, look!
I provide.
Why don't you stay here?
We could take a road trip.
Hunting season is my time,
you know this.
You used to come out with me and Fred.
You're still welcome.
What?
Camping by myself
while you two having fun in the woods
and drinking yourself silly.
That's not my thing anymore.
Fine suit yourself.
Have you ever ask yourself why you do it?
Why I do what?
Hunt?
Nope. Why?
Because you never look
like you're having fun.
It seems like you are doing it
for someone else.
Excuse me.
Look, this picture
you don't happy then,
and you don't happy now.
Are you sure you're doing it for yourself?
Four years,
and nothing.
Now you fuckers decide to come out.
Go figure.
Pop?
How long till we, you know, cut it up?
We? Nah, this one is all you, boy.
Im gonna sit here with a beer and supervise.
Make sure you don't fuck it up.
But we got to wait a day or two.
The rigor mortis to come and go first.
Rigor?
Mortis, the stiffening of the body after the kill.
You got to wait a day or two.
While the meat is tough, like leather.
You feeling sad for that dear?
Yeah, I guess I feel sad, but I also...
Alive, right? Yes.
Thats adrenaline.
It's a great feeling, right?
Now listen, boy.
I was going to give you this next week
on your birthday, but,
well, I think now is the right time
I have not told your mama
So let's keep this between us for a while,
right.
Right.
Go on.
Wow! Its huge.
And have a look on the grip.
Wow. It's amazing.
It's beautiful.
This ain't no hunting piece, right?
Hell if it ain't!
I didn't get you this, so you can just
pop beer bottles and blow up watermelons.
This here is your back up.
Back up?
Yeah. Backup.
Them rifles we carry their good.
They do the job.
But you never know when you you're going
to need to get your ass out of a jam.
You take that
any way you want, shit happens.
You'll always need a handgun.
But it's really heavy.
Give me a minute, boy.
Right.
It's heavier than I thought.
Come here, boy.
Let me show you.
Hold it tight. That's right.
You aim.
And, you squeeze.
Oh, yeah.
There you go.
You never look down the barrel
of a loaded gun boy!
You never aim at anyone unless your...
You're willing to shoot in self-defense.
You never, ever!
Look down the barrel of a gun unless it's
your last dying wish.
You get that?
Bye Scotty boy.
(Pulls trigger)
(Pulls trigger)
(Pulls trigger repeatedly)
What the...
(Screams in horror)
You need to go out there, Fred.
I'll see what he's up to.
Probably having too much fun
Sometimes I wonder, are you guys even out hunting?
Come on, Linda.
You've been out there before.
You know that place?
I do, and I know him.
He doesn't normally ignore me this long.
Like I said, he's probably having too much fun.
He hasn't had fun for ages, Fred,
quit pulling my chain.
Yeah, yeah.
Just hang tight.
I'll go check on him.
What's going on?
Where am I?
Who are you?
What the fuck have you done to me, man?
Where the fuck are my legs?
You...
You did this to me.
You. This really hurts, man.
I'm in pain. Real.
Ow, ow, ow, ow Ow!
Who the fuck are you, man?
Who the fuck are you?
Wha...
What, what the fuck.
Where the fuck are my legs?
You son of a bitch.
Wa... Water.
More. More.
More. Please, more.
I need a phone, to call my wife.
Fuck and Fred.
What's going on?
I need a... I need a piss.
I need a piss man.
Please!
Yeah, thanks.
What them needles for, man?
I hate needles.
Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
Where you going?
I need your help!
Where you going?
Where you... going.
Pop, I gotta piss.
Go piss.
Where?
You need me to piss for you?
I said go piss.
Fucker.
Okay.
No, come on.
Come on.
Yeah.
Yep, uhuh.
Uhuh.
Ahh, yeah.
Son of a bitch.
Hey.
Please.
Hello?
Not sure why I'm strapped in.
It's not like I can get very far.
That's my piece.
Come on, Scotty boy.
Do it!
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Why haven't you taken me to a hospital?
Why are you detaining me?
You feed me dog food,
feeding me water.
Youre keeping me alive.
You steal my shit.
Cut off my fucking legs.
The hell are you up to, man?
Or is it ma'am
or sir or whatever the fuck you are!
God damn.
God damn it, Scott. Where are ya?
God damn it.
Another beer?
Uhh, yeah.
No. Look, I really can't stay.
So first thing tomorrow morning.
Go back out there.
Yeah.
Yeah, right.
I got to go and get some rest.
It's been one long day,
Fred.
You'll tell me if there is
anything you need.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
How about...
if you stay tonight and...
we can go tomorrow morning together.
To have a look?
Look, Linda,
I really can't stay.
I really can't stay.
I get it, Fred.
Youre a good friend.
Look, you know, I just
say no more.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
You need to let me go.
Call my wife.
She'll come and get me.
You can't keep me here, man.
And I can't keep pissing,
and shit in a fucking bucket!
You think she really cares?
I dont believe it,
you can say more than two words.
What was that?
She's fucking him.
You, Motherfucker.
You can't hear what I'm telling you.
Piece of shit.
Your woman is a fucking whore.
She is fucking him.
Do you understand that guy,
Who's fucking who?
Wash.
Who is fucking who?
Wash.
You've been in my fucking house.
I aint washing shit.
Come on boy! Come on.
Get off me!
No! Shut the fuck up, motherfucker.
Come on, boy.
Come on, son.
Crazy son of a b...
Come here, boy.
Wake up, son.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You like that bath boy?
You like that bath?
Bout time I cleaned your ass up, motherfucker.
Come on.
You fucker.
Come on!
No, fuck you!
No, god, no!
Come on.
What's in them needles?
for infection
and hostility.
How did you get me from bleeding out?
when you cut off my legs?
I mean,
no hospital,
no surgery room,
no doctors.
You can't tell me this is just
what? Some backwoods cabin fuck doesn't woods.
Hey.
Argh.
Well,
Im talking to you, you know.
I said I'm talking to you!
Practice.
Fuck.
Oh Fred, your truck stinks.
I know.
I need to vacuum it.
No, Fred.
You need to fumigate it.
It smells like you took a dump in here.
Is that better?
You said you covered this area.
Yeah, been all over it.
Searched the place from top to god damn bottom.
Time to get deeper, then.
Oh shit.
Fred.
Fred!
Hold on Im taking a god damn piss.
Come quick!
Come.
Look.
Whoa!
Critters been picking on that real good.
Someone shot it.
Yeah.
Someone took it out real good.
Shot the shit out of it.
But whyd someone kill it and just leave it here?
Yeah.
Sport.
There are some idiots out here,
crazy idiots.
You speak Navajo?
What do you know about it?
Enough to know you're not a blood.
You don't know shit.
Come on, Leave it at that,
or you'll lose the rest of your...
Limbs.
You shoulda left me under that bear.
And you shouldnt have orphaned her cubs.
It was her or me.
Her home.
Your choice to be there.
What are you talking about man.
This land is open for hunting.
Again.
Your choice.
And she paid the price.
Now...
you are.
This.
This ain't my choice.
I made my choice out there
under that bear.
You robbed me of that choice
by bringing me here.
By saving you.
By saving me?
From what?
Huh?
This ain't exactly what I had in mind.
This is not my choice.
That my fucking whiskey.
You got that, too.
Your choice to be here.
You chose this.
Say it.
You chose for me.
Argh! Fuck.
Give me the whiskey, man.
Thats my god damn whiskey.
You chose this.
Say it.
I.
(Scott repeats) I.
I.
Come on.
I.
Almost!
Keep antagonizing me like this.
You evil fuck.
Hey, no!
No.
No.
No.
Fuck.
Let me know when youre ready to say it.
Hey, no.
No, no.
I don't need that shit, man.
No more. No.
I know.
I know you miss it.
I got all the time in the world.
Pop.
Yep.
Why do we hunt?
you kidding me?
No, sir.
Well, I guess we don't need to right?
You got all the meat
you can eat right from the grocery?
Yeah.
You can sit at home and...
Here.
Sit at home and...
set up the fire for barbecue.
Or your mama.
Your mama can make up a batch
of her chili.
Right. With no effort at all. Right.
And hunting goes on behind the scenes.
We don't even need to get our hands dirty.
Yeah, I guess.
By the way.
How's the meat taste?
It's really good. Best you ever eat?
Yes, sir, By far.
And your mama's chili?
None better.
And that is why we hunt son.
Yeah.
That is why we hunt.
See somethings you just cant get from grocery
Besides,
your mama refuses to use anything else.
Come on.
Lets gear up.
Time to move on.
More meat where that came from.
Come on, boy.
No. Pop? Pop!
You okay?
What's happening?
You gotta get to camp boy.
Use a radio. Call for help.
I can't leave you here.
If you run fast, Ill be fine.
I can't run that fast. I'm not leaving you.
God gave you a strong legs to run with, boy.
Now use them.
Help! Help!
Anyone, can you hear me?
Please, someone quickly!
Please!
I got to get out of here.
Ouch, fuck.
You son of a bitch.
Come on.
What the fuck are you into?
What the fuck?
Come on.
Come on!
Fuck.
No chance.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Going somewhere?
I just wanted to get some fresh air.
Going the wrong way for that.
Door's over here.
Who gave you the right to go for my stuff?
I really don't give a fuck about your...
Come on.
Come here mother fucker.
Get on there.
Okay, okay, Im ready to talk, okay?
Its my choice.
My choice? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't want to do this.
You don't want to do this.
All right? I can explain. I can explain.
I was curious.
All right? Its Pat right? Pat.
You shouldnt have stole my stuff.
Staff Sergeant!
Who addresses me?
PFC. Mina Slocum
Mina?
Slocum.
You're going to be fine.
I heard you were the best medic
in the regiment.
Heard right.
Still are, by my book.
They should have promoted you sooner.
Wasn't in the cards.
Remember.
The discharge?
Dishonorable discharge.
Its tragic and wrong.
No, no!
It was the best thing that ever happened to us.
It brought us home.
Right?
Right. But.
But you miss me.
It's over.
They took everything from me.
From us.
They?
Punks.
Those fucking pricks.
You, me...
us.
Punished.
They got away with murder.
They took you from me.
Wow, so beautiful.
I told you, didn't I?
Well, yeah, but
nothing could have prepared me for this.
Well, this is the most beautiful place
on earth, but it's nothing like you.
Okay,
I want to show you something.
Come on,
Mina.
Mina?
Mina!
Ahh, shit.
You're going to be okay.
You're going to be okay.
Baby?
Talk to me.
Damn, shit.
Mina, talk to me baby.
Mina.
Mina?
Mina,
Mina!
God, no.
No.
No!
No!
I missed
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just pissed at myself for missing.
Sure.
Go scout its trail if youd like?
Nah.
I'm sure I missed.
All right, lets head out.
Yeah,
I get it.
I said I get it.
What the fuck are you doing?
Ahh, fuck this.
If you werent such a fucking stump Id have you dig this hole.
Do it!
no, no, no, no.
Come on! Come on.
God damn it.
Why don't you make this easier on
both of us and just fucking shoot me?
Staff sergeant!
Just fucking shoot me.
Maiko! Maiko, Maiko.
Hey, hey, hey.
Bucket.
I need a piss.
You here for the show?
ready to collect.
Hey, what are you doing?
My legs ain't hurting right now.
For infection.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
You fucking son of a bitch.
Fuck.
Come on, come on, come on!
Come on baby! Come on.
Come on for me!
No! No, no, oh come on.
Come on you son of a bitch. Come on!
No, come on!
Fuck!
Wow!
You got some balls, boy.
Cross the line, boy.
Clever, Scotty boy.
Okay, look.
I'm sorry about the drug,
but what would you do in my situation, huh?
It's clear to me that you don't want me dead.
Otherwise, I already happily would be.
But you're going to see to it
that I survive.
For better or for worse.
In fact,
I could probably reach over right now.
Blacken your eye
and sure,
you'd made my life miserable for a bit.
But then shortly after,
you'd be dressing my wounds.
Am I right?
I mean, you.
You are really good,
at bringing me to the edge,
and then bringing me back.
Just so that,
we can repeat this fucking
cycle over and over again.
The tractor,
the grave,
the bear.
I mean, it's clear we're both dealing
with difficulties in this life.
You're going to see to it,
that I share in your quest for redemption.
Now, I don't like a lot of people.
Hell,
I dont like most people.
In fact, most of them
I want to shoot myself
because they revolt me so much.
I guess we're a lot alike in that way.
If it wasn't for Maiko,
you'd have been dead long ago.
Maybe Maikos, smarter than both of us.
I guess what I'm trying to say,
and this is the God's honest truth.
I believe that I really fucking hate you.
But at the same time,
I'm fascinated by you.
Why on earth would i say that?
After all that we've been through.
Through all the craziness,
all the butt fuckery, that actually
is Pat Gunther.
I believe you're just one hurting mother.
And I'm glad to sympathize.
In a way,
you're in more pain than I am.
And I got no fucking legs.
I guess,
what I'm trying to say is I was ready
to meet my maker under that bear,
and I was under there for
God knows how long.
Seven,
days.
How would you know that?
Unless you...
Watched most of it.
You knew I was trapped
and you didn't help me.
Here,
I Knew.
Fuck you,
Fuck you!
You could have saved me and my legs.
I did save your legs.
Want to see?
You just watched?
You sick fuck!
Get off me!
Why me?
Your murdering friend.
Murder?
Oh fuck.
You think that Fred?
Of all the hunters that come out here?
It was him,
Fred,
The guy that can't hit the broadside
of a barn? That Fred?
Come here mother fucker.
(Singing) I gotta find, Scott Parker.
Find the Scott, find the Scott.
Oh no you dont.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Shut up.
You make a noise.
You make a sound.
I'll cut your balls off.
Do you hear me boy?
Hey. Yeah.
Sorry to bother you.
How'd you get through my gate?
It wasn't locked, so
I just thought I'd see if anyone was home.
Hope you don't mind.
I lock it for a reason.
Yeah. Uhh.
It wasn't locked.
So you came in anyway?
Look, my buddy is missing, and I'm just
trying to find out if anyone has seen him.
Was hunting in these parts recently,
and never came back home.
I haven't seen anyone.
Yeah, he looks like this.
If you see him, please
let him know that people are concerned.
What's his name?
His name is Scott.
Yeah, Scott Parker.
I'll keep an eye out.
Thank you for your time.
One more thing.
Do you want me to lock your gate
down there?
No, Leave it.
Okay.
Yep.
Shit.
Hey, Linda.
So, any luck?
Nothing. been out here all day,
and got nothing?
I ran into a local.
Wasn't very nice.
Creepy as hell.
Had me feeling really cold.
I don't even remember any houses up there.
About 8 miles,
from the camp.
Don't know, Fred. Anyway, Are you sure?
You look everywhere.
Sorry, Linda.
I'll keep looking though.
Any news from the cops?
No, no. They won't search without the vehicle.
I'll stay out here a little longer.
Okay.
Bye.
Shit.
Holy shit!
Shit.
Seen enough?
Yeah, I...
I'm sorry.
I dropped my glasses,
and I just cant live without them.
Looks like you found them.
Shit.
You going to tell me what you really doing here?
Look, I Just...
Like I told you before,
I don't know your friend.
I haven't seen him.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Fucker
(Gunshot)
Fred!
Yeah.
Look, I'm going to get you out of here.
You okay?
Long story.
Just...
Untie these ropes man.
Shit.
What happened to your legs?
I told you. It's a long story, Fred.
Just untie these ropes so we can get out of here!
He's cut your God damn legs up.
No I cut myself shaving...
What the fuck do you think.
Does it hurt?
Of course it fucking hurts.
Wheres that son of a bitch?
Is he still here?
You don't worry about that boy,
I shot him dead.
I wouldn't be in this situation
if you hadn't gotten trigger happy
on one of our hunts.
Now, would I?
You want to tell me about that?
Yeah. Look.
I think I shot someone long time ago.
It was your friend.
God damnit.
You, god damnit!
Fred!
No!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut up!
All cause of Scotty boy.
Im gonna fuck you up.
(Hacks into flesh and bone)
Yeah.
God damn it, Fred.
Good bye, old friend.
Fuck.
Come on.
No.
Come on.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Yeah.
Fuck.
(Car crash, followed by silence)