A Single Shot (2013) - full transcript

Shit.

No.

No, no.

No!

No...

"Dear tools...

"By now,

"I guess you know I'm gone.

"I couldn't take it no more.

"Not so much

my foster dad's drinking
and losing his temper..."



Gotta get
a lawyer, Johnno.

It ain't gonna go away
by you ignoring it.

Simon?

Boy, you been
mule-kicked in the head?

Who the fuck
you think it is?

I thought...
Thought you was out... west,

on a bridge job.

Ah, the fuckin' bridge
is built, Johnno.

I'm sitting right here.

Who...
Who you been talking to?

What?

Made you think
I need a lawyer?

Jess.

Jess?



Yup. She waited on me
at Puffy's earlier.

Said she'd moved
into town with Nolan

and hit you
with divorce papers,

and you won't go
get a lawyer.

Aw, shit.
That's old news, Simon.

Well, not to me,
it ain't.

I been drillin' steel
out in Montana

these three months,
remember?

Says she's gonna go
back to school,

be a teacher?

Teacher?

Yeah.

Know what the end of
the world is, Johnno?

When your heart stops
beatin', partner.

Anything else
is just a setback.

How good you'd get to know
Ira Hollenbach?

How good what?

When you worked for him?

Hell, I only worked
for him near a year,

before he and Molly
got killed.

Knew him to be
a decent boss.

Yeah?

Yeah,
but look here.

Go and see my lawyer.
Daggard Pitt.

I don't want a divorce, Simon.

I want my family back.

Yeah, well, go
and see him anyway.

He'll take
good care of you.

Thought you'd get away...
Did ya, John?

You know me?

It's a small town,
John.

Daggard Pitt.

Uh, Simon breedlove said

you'd be a good one
for me to talk to 'bout this.

Come on in, John.

Let's see
what you've got.

Well, these were served on you
over 40 days ago.

The law doesn't allow
but 20 to answer them.

They got
under somethin'.

The problem, thankfully,
isn't fatal.

I need your help.

Uh... I ain't
interested in a divorce.

Me and Jess don't
see eye-to-eye on that.

I'm so sorry.

She's got this idea
about the boy.

Your son?

Nolan.

After he was born,

she started
to see things...

...different.
- "Different"?

Yeah, all of a sudden,
she wanted more.

Now, I've always
provided.

She can't say
I don't provide.

I-I ain't lazy.

Says here you've had
trouble keeping a job

ever since your father
lost his farm?

No, sir.

I've had
plenty of jobs.

Plenty of jobs,
just not for long.

I even took a job
at that creamery,

just to get her
a few extra things,

and when I lost that,
she... uh...

I can't stay cooped up
inside all day.

I was raised to farm.
It's all I know.

How can I help you, John?

She mentioned
counselin', once.

I'll go now,

if it'll
bring her home.

You tell
her lawyer that.

I was acquainted
with your parents.

I represented the bank

when they foreclosed on
and sold their farm

to Cecil Nobie.

I felt awful about it.
We all did.

The bank did
what it could

to keep
your father afloat,

but the economy
at that time,

and him having
overextended himself...

Yes.

Then, of course...
Him taking sick.

John?

The question you have
to ask yourself is,

will you be
comfortable with me?

Simon says you're cheaper
than the rest of 'em in town.

That mean
you ain't as good?

Well...

Compensation takes
many forms, John.

Mm. Main one says money.

I have no wife,

no family,

only my clients

and their often-sticky
and heartfelt situations.

I've known our friend, Simon,

for example,
through thick and thin.

How serious of scrapes
you got him out of?

Well, that's between
him and me, John.

Just as anything you tell me
as your lawyer

will be between
you and me.

You're not wondering

about my criminal defense
expertise

as a result of
more troubles you've had

up in the conservancy,
are you?

Your, uh...

Your poaching arrests...

Is it three now?...

Have all
made the paper.

I'm afraid another one'll
cause you more serious problems

than just a couple of
weekends in jail.

There isn't something
of that nature

that might get in the way
of your custody

or visitation rights,
is there?

No, sir. No, sir.

I don't
want a divorce.

I want my family back.

You just delay matters
long as you can.

Appreciate your time.

Thank you.

Hmph.

You look pretty.

Friend of yours?

Just some guy looking
for some other guy.

What other guy?

Not a guy
worth knowing,

called "the hen."

You'd ever seen him,
you'd know the name fits.

You want to order?

Yeah. I'll take
a cheeseburger plate.

Cup of coffee.

What kind of cheese?

You know
what kind, babe.

Coleslaw?

No. I'll get
a tossed salad.

You don't
eat tossed salad.

Well, I thought
I'd give it another shot.

Doctor says
it's good for me.

Make it a large
tossed salad.

I hired a lawyer,
like you wanted.

I told him to tell your guy

I'm ready to go
to one them counselors.

Well. I think you ought to.

I mean together.

Oh, John.

I thought
it was your idea.

That was before
we separated.

We didn't separate.
You moved out.

With our son.
A day after I lost my job.

I know the timing was bad,
but...

I got some things at home
for the two of you.

I'll bring them by
later. How'd that be?

What things?

Food things
and money.

Can't you give 'em
to me now?

I've got a class
until 8:00.

I'll come by after, then.

I'd really rather you
wouldn't tonight...

Why not?
You got a date?

I can't
talk right now.

You can't
talk 'bout it now,

you can't talk
about it later.

When can you talk about it?

I'm sorry.

The hell you say.
Christ almighty.

I'll come by
and see Nolan then.

He's gonna be there, right?

It's not a good time.

I need to see him.

And you.

I got somethin' important
to tell you about our future.

John, I...

Lookit
what you done my pants!

What about
your goddamn pants?

They look pissed in.

Well...

We got
some kind of problem?

What'd I tell you about
comin' in and raisin' shit?

Don't trouble
yourself, Puffy.

We're good over here.

Ain't we good
over here?

You get
your pants cleaned.

We got 'er straightened out,

right, we got it
straightened out.

Drop the goddamned bag.

Is this... is this
1201 belmont?

I ain't shitting
you, man.

Okay. I think
I got the wrong house.

Yeah.
Most-fuckin'-likely.

No. He don't.

That's John.

John?

The husband.

I'm Jess's friend, Carla.

From Puffy's?

I'm babysittin'.

Babysitting?

Shit. Where's Jess?

I didn't ask.

Are you watchin' pornos
on the fuckin' TV?

Yeah, well, we got
a constitutional right.

You got a fuckin'
gun on me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I put it away.

And you're fucking
in front of my kid!

Well, he was sleepin'.

Till you woke him, John.

You best be gone, or dressed,
when I get back.

I don't want to see
your sorry ass naked

in my wife and kid's house.

Hey. Hey...

Hey! It's daddy!

Can you say "dada"?

Oh, shit.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

Better let me
have him, John.

What's the matter
with him?

Oh, he just ain't
used to seeing you is all.

What do you mean,
ain't used to seeing me?

Aw, I know, baby.
I know.

What's the matter
with him?

What'd you people
do to him?

He's just a little scared
is all.

Yes, you are, baby.

Is that right?

Hey.

I'm gonna tell Jess
what I found here.

Best believe me that.

How's that?

Say "bye-bye, daddy."

You know,
the look on your face

makes me think
you do remember me.

I'm wondering why you can't fuck
in your own place is all.

Shit, you know
how it is, John.

My dick's
a basset hound.

I'm just the poor
son of a bitch

holding its chain.

I can't figure out why
you're still here neither.

Well...

Nobody lives here's
asked me to leave.

Yeah, well, most guys
who make assholes of themselves

don't wait to be.

Well, hell, John,
that was nothin'.

I mean, you should've come
a few minutes earlier,

got the same show
the pizza man did.

Should I put this
in the fridge?

It feels like
maybe it needs it.

You mad at me
for some reason, John?

I don't like guns
being pulled on me.

If a fucking lunatic madman
breaks into a place,

what would you do? Huh?

I don't like 'em
around my kid, neither.

Oh, come on, now.

A lifelong hunter
like you, John?

I don't believe that.

See, the truth is,
John, is I'm like you.

I am, you see,

a person who makes
good use of what he kills

shouldn't have to worry
what time a year it is

or whose fuckin'
land he's on.

Right?

Does Jess
know you're here?

Why don't you ask her?

I might.

You do that, John.
You do that.

And when you give Jess
her little bag of goodies,

you ask her
if she knows old Obie,

that's short
for "Obadiah," Cornish.

That's like "The Hen."

Well, no shit, John.

You know, we might
actually be acquainted.

Yeah? How's that?

Well, seeing's how as,
a number of years back,

old Obie Cornish
spent many a day

busting his ass
for peanuts,

up and around that
old Mountain you're on.

Yup.

Back in town now,
after a lot of years,

only to find that
not much has changed,

except I understand

that you and yours had
a string of bad luck.

Money must be pretty tight
for you these days, huh, John?

I don't recognize you
from a clump of cow shit.

Ain't you gonna
leave the bag, John? Huh?

Do you know me?

I don't think so.

Then what
are you looking at?

A face
I ain't seen before.

I know this place
ain't upscale enough

to have
a rent-a-cop, so...

You must be
a concerned citizen.

Right?

Well, I just know people
who live on it, is all.

I wonder if we know
the same ones.

Where do the ones
you know live at?

They ain't home.

No?

Yup.

Well,
then maybe not.

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

Pretty bad, huh?

Yeah. Right there.

Hold still.

Ah! Hey. Hey!

Well, I appreciate
your time, John.

Git! Hyah!

You got
any work, John?

Yeah. Plenty.

Just not much
of the paying kind.

Grady's off
to college come fall.

Got hisself some smarts
from his mother, I guess.

Yep.

I'm proud as can be
of that boy,

but he ain't never
took to farming

any more
than that one has.

Can't hardly blame 'em.

World's pretty exciting
out there these days.

And for sure there
ain't no money in dairying.

I ain't never had use for
a full-time man before,

but once grady goes,

it ain't right that his mother
should take up his slack.

So...

So if you could
see your way clear

to working for me
on your old home,

I'm offering you
a job, come fall.

Good job. Long-term.

You run this farm better
than my daddy ever did.

That's the truth of it.

Him losing it
is no fault of yours,

and I thank you
for your offer,

only I just, uh...

You got an interest
in that piece of junk

before it goes
to the dump?

I might. I might.

Well...

Now, ain't that
a persistent son of a bitch?

That's twice in 24 hours

it's gone by
toward Hollenbach's.

Maybe after six years,

somebody's finally looking
to buy that place.

Got to be
from out the area, though.

Wouldn't ya say, John?

Nobody local's gonna
buy that place,

knowing its history.

Be like walkin' on
Ira and Molly's graves.

You believe
in ghosts, John?

As much as I don't.

Yeah, sure.
Me too.

Yeah, as nice a piece
of land as it sits on,

I wouldn't
live in that house

for all the gold
in the world.

Hey, you remember a foster kid,
worked for Ira

a couple summers
before they was killed?

- Cornish.
- Yeah.

- Obadiah Cornish.
- Yeah, that's him.

Called himself "the hen."

- Yeah.
- Pecker...

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

'Cause I used to buy
a lot of stone

back in them days,

from Ira and, uh,
that looney-tune kid,

and your buddy,
Simon breedlove,

would help me
load it.

Simon and him worked
for Ira at the same time?

Yup.

Didn't Cornish get fired

for stabbing a goat
or something?

No, it was his heifer,

he stabbed a heifer
in the heart.

He got
shit-canned for it.

Hey, now I know
that one

is like a big
brother to you...

Simon?

Yeah, and he can work
the tits off a mule

when he's sober,

but he goes on one of
his drinking jags,

that's a different
man altogether.

Yeah, but he can
take all comers.

Yeah.

You wanna hose off
before you go?

Nah. I'll wash up at mine.

Well, I hope the somebody
you got in mind for that

is gonna... gonna get
some good use out of it.

Ah, it'll need
a little work first.

Well, then the right man
salvaged it.

You'll get back
to me, right, John?

About the job?

You bet.

Yeah.

I want you
to stay away

from the house, John.

All right.

You can't just go around
breaking through doors...

...And leaving rancid meat

in people's cars.

John?

Yeah?

What have you
been up to?

What?

Did you...

John, for God's sakes,

where did you get
that money?

It's for you and Nolan.

There's over
$4,000 there.

I didn't trouble countin' it.

What's going on, John?

Are you all right?

Hey, you remember that farm?

Used to talk about
buying that farm.

You remember that?

You used to
talk about it.

I-I don't want to
live on no farm.

Sure you do.

No. I don't want to
live on a farm.

I love you, baby.

Stop that, John.

What's going on with you,
anyway?

Who was that skeezy
piece of shit

fucking Nolan's babysitter?
About had me callin'...

John? John?

Okay...

You're okay.

I'm right here!

I'm right here!

Yeah?

Dog got in the way.

Who is this?

You know, right?

What?

How things
get in the way?

What things?

If what you took

ain't back by
tomorrow mornin',

ain't gonna be no dog
that shows up dead next.

I'm gonna find you
and I'm gonna slit your throat.

You hear me?

Do you hear me?

Here he is!
C'mon, y'all.

You taking
visitors, Johnno?

The hell
are you doin' here?

Oh, yeah.

Hey!

- Hey, man.
- How're you doin'?

That's enough
applejack for me.

Shit.

You remember
big Colette?

No, she ain't familiar.

No. Colette Gans.

Married to Ralph Gans.

You know, he got that
scrap metal yard in cortland

we hauled a couple
demo wrecks up to

four or five years ago.

You know him.

Oh, come on.

She got a starter on her...

Yeah, why do you think
we call her big Colette?

Soon as you look down there,

you think you're lookin'
at half a man.

Gotta be careful.

That's her cousin,
Mincy.

Mincy?

Yeah. She got
a lion tattoo

on the back
of her hind parts.

Hind parts!

You be doin' me
a favor,

you make that son of
a bitch roar for her.

Huh?

Aw, shit, I don't know.
I don't know.

Think on that, bro.

One cousin's all
I can handle tonight.

I don't know.

Come on, John.

Old co-worker of yours
pulled a gun on me

last night.

Old co-worker of mine?

Yeah, at Jess's,
after I walked in

on him balling
the babysitter.

Obadiah Cornish?
Calls himself "the hen."

What the hell?

Last I heard,

that motherfucker was doin' time
up in Greensville.

Well, he ain't now.

He got a hard bark on him.

He was one them
the police talked to

that night old Ira and Molly
got sliced up.

Where's that old
three-colored

hound of yours?

He's usually all slobberin' up
on me,

time I get here.

He was shot dead a few hours
before you got here.

Shot?

By who?

Somebody
I didn't see.

Well, somebody must've
had a reason, John?

No. I'd guess not.

Well, shit.

Must've been a reason.

We're gettin'
awful lonely over here, boys!

Does he got himself
a date?

Simon...

Oh, fuck.
See what's happening?

Simon said.

Oh! Geez!

Well, I'll lead
the way.

Ah! Oh!

Simon said you might
take some convincing.

He tell you I got a wife?

He said
she left you

and that you needed to
get your mind off it.

Yeah? Hah.

Feels to me
like you already have.

Shoot!

Where's my watch?

The rain'll ruin it!

Help me find it,
please!

I had it
since I was five!

This it?

Yes! Woo!

Yes, darlin'?

Yeah?

Wrong number, Johnno.

I had me
this breather one time,

so I breathed
right back to him.

I started huffin'
and puffin',

like I was about
gonna blow my nut.

Mister pud-puller
gets so scared,

he hangs upon me!

Cops'll trace
that shit, if you ask 'em.

I wouldn't
ask 'em.

I wish you two hens
would quit your clucking.

Like two ball-peen hammers
with feathers

bangin' in my head.

You still hunting with
them deer slugs, Johnno?

Yep.

Ain't this fun?

Would you
get lost somewhere?

You ask me nice.

- Mincy!
- Mm?

Come on. Come on.

Go on outside
and get in the caddy.

Rude mean old guy.

Bye.

I'll tell you what, Johnno.

A woman is about
the awfullest trick of nature

on God's green earth,

you'd better believe it.

I'll seeya.

Steady, boy. Steady.

You scared us to death!

I'm sorry.

I took you
for somebody else.

Who'd put a fright
like that into you?

Steady, boy. Steady.

Shh, shh, shh.

Jesus, John Moon!

Must've dozed off.

In the rain?

With Mr. 12-gauge?

I thought I might
see a pheasant.

Or a deer?

I'd never tell
on you for it.

You gonna take that job
he offered you?

Oh, I ain't had
much time to think on it.

You ought to.

Not everybody gets a chance
to do what they love

and get paid for it.

Shovelin' shit
and milking cows?

Uh-huh.

And I'm daughter to one,
just like you.

Daddy had to work in a factory,
he'd die.

Yes, ma'am.

In my summer school
economics course,

we're studying
on profit-sharing.

You know what that is?

No, I don't,

but I bet you're gonna
tell me though, ain't ya?

Uh, it... well, it's when
employees get to own

a piece of the companies
they work at.

Was me, I'd suggest
something like that

to daddy.

I-I'd tell him
I'd take that job,

if part of my pay
could go toward

buying a piece
of his farm.

You want me to buy back
a piece of my own farm?

John Moon.

If you keep looking back,
you ain't never gonna get ahead.

Maybe you ought to worry
about losing your inheritance.

I won't need one,

I'm gonna be a millionaire
by the time I'm 30.

I got a thousand ideas
how to do it,

like making you
my daddy's partner.

You got it all
figured out, don't ya?

I have faith in you.

You're only gonna make
my inheritance bigger.

Your daddy know

what they're learnin' you
in school?

No.

I appreciate you
not discussing it with him

when you go to him
with my ownership proposal.

You will think
about it, won't you?

Be careful
back in them woods.

It's slippery underfoot.

Don't you
worry about me.

I'm an experienced
horsewoman.

John?

Whatcha doin'?

Oh...

Well, I was bird-huntin'.

In the trailer?

I just got back.

Well, I just came by
to pick up some things.

What things?

My clothes are still
in my closet.

Well, I can't keep
wearing the same thing

all the time.

Why not?

I think
you look great.

Can I come in?

Relax.
I'll get them for you

so you ain't got to see how
the place has gone to hell

since you left.

I'll bet.

Good to see ya.

Cecil Nobie offered me
a full-time job the other day.

Soon as grady
goes off to school.

Yeah? Well, you'll be
too proud to take it, won't you?

Is that what you think?

Mm-hmm.

I was fixin' to see

if he'll agree to let me
buy a few a his heifers

to start my own herd with.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It's called
"profit-sharing."

That right?

What do you think
about that?

Well, I think

Cecil'd be getting
a hell of a bargain

for whatever it costs him.

I gotta go.

"Yer wife, yer kid.

"Hand over the money,
or... bang! Bang!

Why don't ya call the law?"

Argh!

Come on, Jess,
come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Jess!

Where's my family at?

I don't know nothing about it.

You don't know
nothing about what?

I don't know nothin'
about nothin'...

Especially not about
where Jess and Nolan's at.

Well, sister, you'd better
get smarter in a hurry.

Get off, John!

She don't talk
to me no more,

thanks to you.

Where's he at?

Who?

You know your boyfriend

kills cows
and dogs for fun?

What are you smilin' at?

You keep smiling,

and I'll snap
your fuckin' wrist.

That psycho
is not my boyfriend.

I hear from him
when he feels like, is all.

You know where
I can find him,

though, don't you?

John, I know
he don't like surprises,

and if he's wantin'
to see somebody,

he'll find them.

Why don't you just

give the man
an answer, Carla?

I ain't got the one
he's wanting.

Maybe you ought to
try a little harder.

I'm obliged to you
for the support, fat man.

You're a real prince.

You know, there was

a real pretty
young thing in here

just yesterday,

lookin' for a job.

She had two things
that you don't...

A pleasant demeanor,

and tits
the size of cantaloupes.

Told her to leave her number.

I'll bet she's just
holding her breath.

Where's he at?

Where's he at?

He's movin' around nights.

Try the bonanza.

That wasn't
so hard, was it?

You best not come around
for a few days, John.

If he broke somethin',
you're payin' for it.

Hey-hey-hey!

Not hurrying away

from a bad
Puffy's lunch special

are ya, John?

What say you
detour with me

away from whatever

you're rushing
from, or to,

back to my office,

to sign those papers
I told you I'd draw up?

Not now.

Wait. You're not agreeing
to anything, remember?

We're just protecting
your rights.

Later, Pitt.

Not too much later
I hope.

Shall we say this afternoon?
Maybe, uh...

Maybe there's another matter
you'd like to discuss?

Other than
the divorce, I mean.

What?

What matter?

I hope I'm not stepping
over the line, John.

It's just I-I know

you've been under
a lot of stress lately, and...

Well, I hear things.

I'd hate to see
your whole life get ruined

for a mistake or two.

And it's not just
your life, John.

What'd you say?

There's a boy
to think about.

Nolan.

He ain't in this.

Well, of course,
he's in it, John.

He's your son.

Most problems, John,
aren't as bad as they seem.

Thing is,
you got to deal with 'em

before people
get backed into corners.

You got somethin' to say,
spit it out.

There're so many overlapping
interests in a small town, John.

It's a small-town lawyer's
cross to bear...

Then, too, there's...
There's the law.

My only problem
is getting my family back.

If you can't help me with that,
I ain't got time to talk to you.

Hey, hey, mister,

can you give me
a ride back to town?

You believe
them titties is real?

Well, they ain't.

It's a man,
got plastic tits,

pussy made from the skin
off his own leg.

Doctor
cut off his dick

and had them things
sewn on.

Can I help ya?

A guy named Cornish
staying here?

Can't say.

You can't say, huh?

No.

Long arms and legs?

Gangly, tattooed son of a bitch.
You seen him?

Oh, maybe got him
an alias.

Guess he don't want to
be found.

Don't wanna
be found, huh?

What room's he in?

Room seven. I'll call,
tell him you're on your way.

I'll go on
down there myself.

And I weren't
never here, neither.

You's one of them
Fitch boys, ain't you?

I ain't no Fitch boy.

Yeah?

Open up.
Room service.

Shit.

Aw, hey, man.

What you been up to?

I went to Hawaii.
What do you fuckin' think?

Waiting for you to turn up
with the money.

I been
on the case, man.

I been on it.

Yeah? You been on it?

Fucking-a, man.

Shit's had me
on the run.

Two days, I've been
keeping my guys sweet.

If you don't turn up
with the money,

we gotta ding ourselves
for the fuckin' drugs.

You understand that?
You get that?

You gotta trust me.
Alright?

I am this fuckin' close
to gettin' that money back.

If you can't trust
your cellmate,

who can you trust?

Goddamn straight.

Assholes on the outside
got no fucking idea.

It's when
you get on the outside,

you realize you spend your time
with thieves and murderers,

and fuckin' liars.

Yeah. That's right.

It's like we're all

in one of them big clubs
you get in a college.

What...
What do you call that?

Fraternities, you moron.

Yeah, that-that...
That's what it is.

Where's the fuckin'
money at?

Listen, man,
this fuckin' woodchuck

that lives up
by the quarry has g...

Don't talk.
What's his name?

John Moon.
I just ain't sure

where he's hid it, man,
but-but listen,

I've got someone real close
to his wife and kid

working with me to find out.
There's no...

You sure
he's got it?

You seen it?

No, but I know he's got it, man.

Alright.
Where's germ at?

I don't know, man.

Maybe she went
to her mom's or something.

Bullshit! She would
never run away from me.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Maybe she got scared
or something, man. I don't...

You're fuckin' lyin'!

Don't fuckin' lie to me!

Where's my girl?

Where?

She's dead, man.

I found her
in that container, man.

God's truth.

She's... she's dead?

I didn't want to
tell you.

I didn't want to blow
the fuckin' deal, man!

I didn't do it!

Your terrorizing tactics

have put me
in a very delicate situation.

I thought we'd agreed
I'd handle John Moon.

Hello?

I'm wonderin' if
John Moon's a donut-eater?

Is this
what you want?

That was my last crull...

I'll kick your ass.
Where is she?

- John...!
- Where's my son?

John, I know you're angry.
Just let me talk t...

Where's my wife?
Where is she?

Jess came to see me yesterday!

Next thing you say better be
'bout where she's at.

- I'll snap your fuckin' neck!

I told her,
as your attorney,

I wasn't allowed
to talk to you,

but she insisted!

You pick up that phone

and you call
who's got my family.

Your family?

John, John, I-I...

I think you're confused.

Jess asked me
to talk to you.

She's up
on oxbow road.

I'm not supposed to say.

She's scared, John.

She said she'd tried
to understand you,

but she couldn't
make any sense

of what you were saying
about this money,

or where you got it,

that you were acting

as if it just fell out of
the sky into your lap.

She doesn't know

what terrible things
you've done

or-or-or what repercussions
it might have

on you, or her,

or-or especially Nolan.

- You threatenin' me?
- Mm...

Don't play
games with me.

I already know
you're workin' for 'em.

John, I don't know...

Cut the shit!

How'd they
come by this money?

How'd they come by it?

I didn't ask,

for the same reason
I won't ask you

what it is
or how you came by it.

If, let's say,
it's ill-gotten gains,

then I'd be legally obligated
to turn it over to the law.

That, I think,

is something all parties
would like to avoid, yes?

Call Waylon.

Waylon?

Waylon, yeah. Call him.

Oh, Jesus!

One who's working
with Cornish.

I think we ought to
talk to Obadiah.

We ain't gonna be able
to talk to Obadiah. He's dead.

Now you call this Waylon,

and you tell him you got
the money he's owed.

Where's he at?

J-John, I... I-I...
Don't know who you...

I don't know no Waylon!

What're you
doin' here, Johnno?

Son of a bitch, Johnno.

You got a gun on me.

Yeah,
how 'bout that?

I think I'll just
go back to sleep.

Tried to wake up,
but no way.

Look at these, Simon.

Why's your name
on this?

Found that
in Obie's hotel room.

Don't think
I don't know

you was goin' through
my shit the other night.

What're you
talking about, John?

I was there, Simon.

Okay.

Set down, Johnno.
I'm gonna get you a drink.

You're gonna
get me a drink?

Maybe a couple
girls, too.

You serve me up?

I wasn't gonna
let 'em hurt you, Johnno.

Talk to me, Simon.

Did you shoot Mike?

I don't shoot dogs, now.

Go on!
Get outta here!

Go on, get outta here. Get!

Fuckin'...

You serve up
my wife and kid, too?

Let's just talk about this,
Johnno.

Yeah. Let's
talk about it.

Let's talk about it.

- Let's talk about it.
- Alright.

Gettin' my shit through to you
right now?

You tell me.

Talk to me, Simon.

You'd be doin' me
a favor, Johnno.

You know what
a big ol' pile of cash

would do to a poor man,
don't ya, Johnno?

You been drinking?

Like a rich man.

There you go.

I was up
at the bonanza

two days ago
with big Colette,

hiding out
from her old man,

when he moved
all my livestock in here.

The son of a bitch.

And damned if I don't run into
that hen shit-for-brains.

Still got his convict tan

and surprised as hell
to see me.

He give me some old cockamamie
bullshit song-and-dance

about he was gonna
look me up

soon's as he got his hands
on that stash,

and swearin' up and down
that somebody snatched it

from where he dug it up
after it were buried,

and got a good mind
is was you, Johnno.

Thought of that cash got to be
like a cancer in my gut.

I known you 20 years.

This ain't you.

Ira and Molly was supposed to be
gone that night.

At a fireman's dance
or some shit.

I ran into Obadiah
at the pink lily over in raburn.

Now, that had to be
'bout three, four years

after Ira shit-canned him,

and he claimed
he'd been holding on

to Ira's safe combination
all that long while,

and all we had to do
was just walk right in

and open it.

I figure,
there's a safe in it at all,

all that's gonna be in there's

the two weeks' wages
Ira shorted me.

I tell you, God's honest truth,

Johnno, the drunker I get,

the more reasonable

the most un-fuckin'-reasonable
things seem to me.

We walk in through
the front door,

whistlin',

except that hen can't crack it

with the number
he got writ down.

So he says "fuck it,"

he is gonna run upstairs

and grab some of Molly's jewels,
make the trip worthwhile,

and I ain't real happy
about him ransacking the place,

so I stays right downstairs,

go over to the fridge there
and grabs me a beer,

sat down and watched some TV.

15 minutes don't pass

and here come Obadiah down,
covered in blood,

talkin' 'bout
how Ira'd straightened him out

on them numbers,

and I runned upstairs,

and Molly's dead,
thank God...

...but Ira's still breathing,

bleedin' like
Jesus stuck on the cross,

and staring at me
with a look

that'll follow me
into the ground.

I finished him off...

Just like I would
a wounded deer.

Ira treated you decent.

Molly too.

Oof.

Old Ira weren't bullshittin'
all them years

about being
a rich man neither...

But that much you know,
huh, Johnno?

Hen said
it best we split up,

him taking the cash
back through the conservancy,

and me winding down
through the hollow,

to where my car was at.

I reckon
he'd planned all along

to stash whatever we took
till he got out.

Now he's out.

Don't take that little
pencil-dick Cornish

just for bluster,
Johnno.

Well, he's dead now.

Got his throat slit.

Should not've done that, Johnno.

Even if he did
have it comin' his way.

I didn't do it.
Your friend did.

I don't got
no friends, Johnno.

Except you.

Well, you got
a queer way of showin' it.

I wasn't gonna let
him hurt you, Johnno.

Wasn't gonna
let 'im hurt you.

It's just the money
they want.

What'd you take
that money for, Johnno?

What'd you take that
money for, Johnno?

What'd you take
that money for, Johnno?

You stupid bastard.

What'd you take
that money for...

No.

One bullet'll take
your head clean off, Johnno.

Let it go.

Relax, man.

Hey.

John Moon.

What you
doin' here, darling?

I brought you
some homemade bread...

Oh!

...and fixings
for a few meals.

I'm going to make you
the first one myself.

Are ya? I'm lucky.

What you got there?

Italian hoagies,
my speciality.

Oh, your speciality, huh?

Mama's worried,
me too, John,

you're up here
fading away to nothing.

Aw, me, I'm all right.

You don't exactly
look all right.

You don't smell
that way either.

Yeah, well, I was
chopping wood up the hill.

I bushwacked down

to get some clean plugs
for my truck.

Go jump in the shower,
John Moon,

while I fix you
a nice lunch.

Go on!

Make me just one.

Then I want you to get on home,
you hear me?

Hey, Abbie.

Darlin'?

I'll do it.

I'll do it.
Takes a little work...

Finding room for it,
with all that's in there.

I'll do it.

John,
are you okay?

Yeah. I'm just...

I'm tired.

Real tired.

It's the wind, John,
against the shutters.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

We gonna eat?

Let's get you fed.

Was on the news
this morning,

about a murder
in town yesterday,

up at the oaks.

Police aren't saying who,

only that it's a fella
with a long record

and roots in the area.

They see anybody
in particular?

Mm, a woman who was
staying in the room

two down
from the dead guy,

and a man
a maid saw with her

not long before
the body was discovered.

- What is troubling you, diablo?

Jealous, must be.

I sure hope
you used protection

with whoever she was
kept you out so late.

Weren't nobody but me
kept me out.

Handsome...

Gentle, but strong,

with a good
sense of humor?

All you need to be
a woman's perfect catch,

John Moon,
is a secure job.

You leave
a radio on inside?

Yeah.
Guess I must've.

I'll go turn it off.

You go on home.

What? Why?

Your folks'll be wondering.

My folks aren't home,
no one is.

Plus, I'm not
done eating.

You go on home
like I told you to.

I'm not going
anywhere, John Moon.

Please don't hurt her.

Just let her go.

I'll give you the...

I'll give you the money.

Throw your gun
down here.

Now!

Throw it down!

Pull your knife out.

Now go get that rope
and tie her up.

Get the rope!

Let's go!

Tie her hands up.

Tie her fuckin' hands
up, will ya?

Fuckin' tie, I said.
Tie tight.

It was an accident.

I took her for a deer.

A deer? Right.

Now get her feet.
Tie her feet up.

Where is she?

I buried her,
up in the woods.

I can take you
there right now.

No way. Corpses
give me the creeps.

If I could do anything

to take it back,
I would.

Did you fuck her?

I found
a letter on her.

Said she loved you.

Said you was gonna
take her to Hawaii.

You read
my Ingrid's mail?

Jesus.

You take me for
a fuckin' idiot?

Alright. Alright.
Where's my money?

It's up the hill,
up yonder.

I could
take you there right now.

Just leave her be,

and you and I'll
go up there togeth...

No, no, that ain't how
it's gonna play out.

See, you're gonna go
fetch my money,

and I'm gonna stay here
with... what's her name?

Abbie.

Yeah. Abbie.

And I'm gonna get
real well acquainted,

just like you did
with my Ingrid.

Just leave her be,

and you and I'll
go up there right now.

- Where's your truck?
- Let's you and me...

Where's your truck?

It's up there. It's up...
It's halfway up.

- Got a weapon in it?

I ain't got no guns.
You took all my guns, man.

- You swear it?
- I swear.

You swear
on your life?

I swear on my life.

Well...

Now, you see, I want to
trust you, John,

but you killed
my girlfriend.

I'm gonna find that hard.
You understand that?

Now I need me
some insurance.

Yeah.

- John, put your hand out.
- You don't need to, trust me.

Put your hand
on the table now.

Ass-backwards,

you cow-dumb
son of a bitch.

Your gun hand.

Think
I'm fuckin' stupid?

You don't have to do this.
I was talkin' about...

Open your mouth!

Put your fuckin' hand
on the table now!

Sick of
the sound of you.

Now, bite down,
real tight.

See, now
I trust you, John.

Now go get my money.

Aw, Jesus.

Alright, go inside,

get yourself a band-aid
or something.

Go on.

Your boyfriend
ain't made of much.

It's gonna be alright.

You're a pretty
little thing.

You might wanna
hurry on back

and get yourself
a piece.

John!

John!

Give me
a holler, John!

Where you at?

Check in with me.

I'm at the truck!

You got the money?

I gotta dig it out first!

Take a few minutes.

I'm comin' as fast I can!

Don't die
on me out there.

Hurry up, John!

Abbie!

Abbie?

Abbie!

Easy, darlin'.

He ain't gonna
hurt you no more.

I promise.

You all right?

It's over.

You all right?

Up you go.
Up you go.

Whoa. Easy.

Go call the sheriff.

John, you need
to go to the hospital.

I'm fine. Go on, now.

You have to
have that looked at.

Alright.

I'm all fine.

I got something
I gotta go do first.

Go on, now.

Everything's gonna
be alright.

Everything's
gonna be fine.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Son of a bitch weren't even...

Weren't gonna
take you to Hawaii.

That's who you died for.

Gotta dig it deep enough
so nobody...

...Digs you back up.

That's from your daddy.

Yeah!