Burning Kentucky (2019) - full transcript

-=Sync&Corrected by Misiek666=-

People tell a lot
of stories around here.

And sometimes,

when you get
good at telling stories,

you get bad at telling
the truth,

or knowing what
the truth looks like...

or caring about which is which.

This is the story about
the night my family died.

What took you so long?

- You look well rested.
- Shut up.

Sweet too.



Donuts, coffee.

You get my smokes?

Smokes? I didn't
know you needed those.

I don't care.

Congratulations,
you're still my favorite.

Mm.

The competition isn't much.

He's moved that girl
into that house.

Hmm. Heard about that.

Don't bullshit your daddy, boy.

You know they're living
together, you seen it yourself.

It's your grandmother's
house, Wyatt.

Rule!

Fuck you do to the door?



Oh, it was the wind.

It was windy and the wind,
the wind came through,
and the door...

Is she living here now?

Look at her.

She's so pretty.

Is she high or dead?

I keep shooting her full
of whatever the hell I need

to keep her skinny ass here.

If you hate it so much
why don't you kick them out?

My boy, Rule, without
that home is a dead Rule.

I can't do it.

Jolene.

-What?
-That's the girl's name
living there, Jolene.

Girl, she's a whore,
she's a tramp, she's a junkie.

Family of nobodies.

And we're a family
of somebodies?

Listen, you're obviously
a lost cause...

but that girl...

she needs to get clean
or she needs to go home,

'cause if I come back in here
and she's like this again,

I'm not gonna keep
the fucking lights on.

I'm serious!

And you best come sober
to church Sunday.

You know what Sunday is, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I spoke with Abe
and he wants to do something

for mama this Sunday at church.

Did he?

I think it'd be a good
idea for everyone to go.

Yeah, that could be good.

You know, a lot of people
loved her, not just you.

Tell that asshole preacher
to stay out of my face.

I got enough to deal
with that day.

The last batch of shine
sold really well today.

That's all that's left.

The boys came again today.

What they do?

Threw bottles at me,
yelled something.

Okay.

Okay, it's over now.

Let's, um,
let's go to our spot, huh?

Tell me our story.

Everyday.

Start from the beginning.

Once upon a time there was
a young boy... and he was sad.

His mother had gone missing,
and his brother

and father had gone into
the woods to look for him.

This boy, it so happens,

was with his best friend
in the woods.

And back then everyone knew
you don't go in the woods.

'Cause the woods
was a bad place.

They was just scared of
what they didn't know.

Now, this boy's friend,
he got frightened

and he left that boy
in the woods all alone.

What frightened him?

That doesn't really matter.

-That's when my favorite
part happens.
-Me.

Yes, you, there you were.

How'd I look?

Like a rabbit, soft and scared.

Then what?

We both lost our
mothers that night.

I stood by you.

At your side until sunrise.

You're leaving out
all the sad parts.

Not everyday's for
the sad parts.

There are happy days,
happy parts.

Hmm?

There's always sad parts.

What's that?

It's a vision board.

That's my wall, Jolene!

Like you care.

You better start
respecting my house and get
your ass out the door.

This is your grandmommy's house

and I can leave
right now if I want to.

All right, miss High and Mighty.

Where do you think
you're going to go, huh?
Back to Uncle Johnny's house?

You want to wake up with
him in your bed again?

I got other places to go.

Yeah, like where?

I'll go to Cash's house.

You're gonna die on his floor
like all the other rat ass

whores he's got, huh?

Is that what
you're going to do, girl?

Like you'd you care
I died anyway.

-At least Cash feeds me
better than this...
-Then fucking go!

You just wait, Rule Landry West,
you're gonna be so sorry.

You're still gonna be
sitting here in this filth,

and you're gonna
turn the radio on

and you're gonna
hear me and my voice

and you're gonna think about
how much you could've loved me,

but it'll be too late because
I will be long gone, baby.

Long gone from here.

I think you're gonna be a star.

You don't even believe that.

Yes, I do.

I knew it since I first
laid eyes on you.

You're lying like a dog.

How can I be lying?

There's no one from here
clear to hazard,

hold a candle to you, baby.

Nobody sing like you neither.

Why don't you sing for me?

No.

Come here, sing for me please.

How's your dad?

Same, little
higher blood alcohol level.

Well, at least
he ain't a preacher.

I tell you, man, people watch me
like a hawk in this town.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You think having a drunk
sheriff daddy, a dead mama,

and a junkie brother keeps my
name out of people's mouths?

Well, let me tell you this,
your name's in people's mouths
for a whole new reason lately.

What you talking about, Arlo?

Some girl someone saw you with.

-What girl?
-Said they saw you
on the road back

behind George's Hollow
picking blackberries.

-Goddamn it, Wyatt,
that sounds romantic.
-Fuck you.

So, who is she?

-No one.
-Well, she is someone,
that's a fact.

I don't know why you're getting
so shy all of the sudden.

From what I hear,
everyone's just...

glad you're swinging
for the right team
after all these years.

Well, I'm happy to relieve
you all, be seeing you, then.

Wait, I'm just fucking with you.

I'm happy for you,
buddy, I really am.

So happy, in fact,
that next weekend, I got
a little surprise for you.

I don't need anymore surprises.
I got enough to worry about.

Just a little bonfire,
just a little get together,
if you will.

Down by our old
stomping grounds.

- Why?
- Why not?

We just don't get to see you
too often these days, Wyatt.

Why don't you bring that
mystery friend of yours too?

I know Ruby would
like to say hello.

Sounds like a good
excuse for the whole town

to put their noses
where they don't belong.

Don't make me beg you.

I won't.

Brothers and sisters...
this day is an opportunity

to remember a pillar of our
community that held us together.

On this anniversary of
the death of Nathalie West,

we remember that the effect
of our choice is much like sin,

rippled through the very
fabric of our fellowship.

Nathalie wasn't like
most other people.

She was so vibrant.

She was a mother
to everyone she knew.

The thing about death is...

it happens to everything living.

And like many of us know...

there were those we reluctantly
called our neighbors.

Those who hid their sins deep
in the woods for generations.

Nathalie, like many
before her, fell victim

to the pull of those woods.

The idea is intriguing...

but as humans,

our hearts struggle to
accept the natural order.

But time is sometimes brutal.

It causes us to lose those

precious pieces of
our loved ones.

Their voices become a wisp.

The smell they left on their
favorite sweaters fades.

But we can never lose
the mark they left,

and that's the love
they left in our hearts.

What the fuck is he doing here?

She was his mama too.

He's late, it's disrespectful.

And perhaps that's
heaven, brothers and sisters.

Perhaps heaven and hell
is our souls

left stirring in the hearts
of those we leave behind.

And it makes us dare
to ask the question,

what will we leave behind
in those we love

when the lord calls us home?

Will we leave heaven in
the hearts of our people?

Or hell?

Perhaps we might all
leave a little bit of both.

I want to thank you all
for joining us today,

and let us be sure to
give our love and prayers

continually to our most
dedicated Sheriff, Jaxon West,

and his sons, Wyatt and Rule.

We rejoice and mourn with you.

And we delight in being
of service to you.

Won't you please
join me in prayer?

Heavenly dear father,
we thank you for...

Thank you, it's good to see you.

Thank you, thanks.
Thanks for coming.

Thanks, take care now.
Hey, hold, hold up there, Jaxon.

Let me get a word in with you
before you head off.

Hot one today, huh?
It's a good turn out though.

If you only got the weather
to talk about, Abe,
I best be getting home.

It was good to see Rule
in those pews again.

It was good to see all
the West men there together.

Yeah, it was downright lovely.

Thank you again for your
kind words about my Nathalie.

And best regards to
you and your family.

Yeah, uh, I'm sorry,
Jaxon, but, um,

if I could just get
a couple more words with you?

All right, words, go.

Look, I've,
I've known you for many years.

Everyone in this
town has known me

for many, many, many years, Abe.

Yeah, but I'd like to think
I know you especially well.

And well...

I just want to check on you,

on your well being and such.

Asking me how I feel, Abe?

Yeah, Jaxon, I suppose I am.

I, uh... feel old... Abe.

I feel older than my age.

I feel tired 'cause
I do the work of seven men

in all these bum-fuck
counties that surround us.

I feel angry
'cause I'm underpaid.

53-year-old man,
put my life at risk everyday.

I feel like a failure
because my son is a junkie

and he's shacked up with a whore

in the dilapidated home
of my dead mother.

And I feel depressed
because I haven't touched

my wife's skin in ten years.

And every morning I wake up,
I lose another piece of her.

And sometimes I feel
like blowing my brains out

all over my desk,
just pieces of me spilling

in my morning coffee,
'cause maybe then...

maybe then, I wake up from
this nightmare that is my life.

That satisfy your curiosity?

No, wait, Jaxon,
come on, I just...

Okay.

My mommy used to make
us fried baloney sandwiches

after church every Sunday.

They were my favorite.

And then my daddy would spread
the paper all out on the floor

so we could each pick
our favorite parts.

Mine was always the funnies.

They were so colorful
and everything else was gray.

Do you believe what he said?

The preacher...
about our souls living out

in what we left in people?

Do you think that's right?

No.

Well, if it is, I hope my
mommy and daddy's souls

get fried baloney sandwiches

and the most colorful
funnies today.

Jolene, your mama was a whore.

Your daddy died
in Eddyville State Pen.

You're the meanest
man I ever met.

Yeah, you never met my daddy.

You know, you always talk
about how fucked up I am.

But what about you?

So, your mommy died
and your daddy

thinks you're a piece
of shit, that's it?

Who cares?

Just stop fucking talking,
all right?

All you do everyday is
try to quiet demons

-and I want to know
why, you tell me.
-Fuck, Jolene, fuck!

Just get the fuck out, Jolene!

Just get the fuck out.

Go, go!

Go, I ain't playing around.

You're an asshole.

Jo.

Jolene.

Jo Jo, come on, baby,
get back in the car.

Jo Jo, come on.

Get back in the car, honey.

Come on.

Come on, it's just words,
I didn't mean nothing by it.

Come on.

I didn't mean nothing.

You're mean.

You're a mean person, Rule.

I may be mean,
but I'm all you got, girl.

You've been gone a long time.

I know.

I'm sorry.

My family is going
through some things.

Must be nice.

It's not.

Must be nice to have
people though.

I'm not always sure.

I have no one.

You have me.

You're not my people.

Blood isn't everything.

I am your people.

Only sometimes.

What are we gonna do?

What do you mean?

They're gonna come for her.

I know.

You okay?

Are you thinking
they're just going
to come in peace?

I'm thinking there's
a pretty good understanding
how things go out here.

I hate this.

Just because you watched
somebody die

doesn't make you broken, Mill.

We've watched people die.

Are we broken?

I remembered today.

What did you remember?

Some sad parts.

We knew that there were
gonna be sacrifices

to live the way
that we wanted to live.

We're not bad people, Mill!

We're not bad people!

Those are bad people,
we're not bad!

This is it.

This is the night.

You took pictures?

They came.

Before you found me,

before my family went away,

they're in these photos.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to remember.

You want me to...

Fill in the blank spaces.

You all remember last
time we were here?

You fucking remember.
He got his fucking dick out.

Staring right...
He's staring, he's looking
in his own eyeballs.

- Jo, you are so fucking high.

I'm not, I'm feeling great.

Oh, oh, look who's there.

I mean, he's a little
bit late but... he's here.

How are you, bud?

How's it going?

Oh. Now, who do we have here?

- Hmm?
- This is Aria.

Well, Aria, it my sincere
pleasure to meet you.

- This is Ruby.
- Hi.

Looks like, uh, the old stomping
grounds are pretty popular.

Yeah, yeah, I mean, uh, yeah.

Even your brother made
it out the hollow for this one.

Oh, great.

Brother?

Oh, you all haven't met?

Well, why don't you
come on over?

We'll introduce.

Wyatt, come on.

I lined this fucker up.

Where the fuck's he going?

Get up.

Get up!

Bye you all.

Aria. Aria!

Your girlfriend's into
some weird shit, man.

What the fuck you doing here?

Your place is so pretty.

- Get out!
- Hey, easy, brother.

You're trespassing.

Now leave.

You kidding me?

You come over to
my house anytime you want.

Got shit to say about
every way I live.

You start paying for my way,

- you can say all you want.

-Fuck you, I don't
need your charity.
-Rule.

You can take your money and
stick your nose up Daddy's ass

until you fucking can't feel
it anymore you hear me, brother?

- Rule, Rule.
- What?

What the fuck's she doing?

Aria.

They're, they're leaving.

Yeah, maybe we won't.

Maybe we'll just stick
around for a little while.

Rule... now.

I know who you are.

Can I go now please?

It's okay.

You too.

- What?
- -Get out.

- Aria, I don't...

Last night was really scary.

Baby, I got an idea for us.

Will you sit down?

Please?

Now, I want you to hear me
out completely.

There's a place I think
we should go to.

You're not sober enough to drive
your ass out of this mountain.

But that's
the whole thing, Rule.

What if we tried clean?

I'm being for real,
I want to go.

Why?

To get sober.

Sober for what?

I've been trying my whole life.

Don't you feel that,
the weight of this place?

You know, baby, after so long
we, we got to ask ourselves,

is it, is it this place
or in our own selves

that's keeping us here?

What's wrong with here?

You think you deserve
better than here?

No, I don't,
I don't deserve better,

'cause I ain't never done
anything to deserve it.

Maybe it ain't too
late to start.

Are you unhappy with me?

No, baby.

I give you everything,

you live in my house,
you eat my food.

Why's that not enough for you?

- This is our house, Rule...
- Oh, fuck you, our house.

Your brother keeps
these lights on.

Happy with yourself?

Breaking up your happy
home with your two boys.

Are you fucking him?

I am!

Get out of my house!

Get out! Treating me like...

Get out!

I'll help you find her.

Look at us.

I just want us to be a little
bit better, just normal.

It's never going to happen.

You feel normal going into
that church on Sunday?

Huh?

Is that what you want?

You wanna be like those people?

People who just
pretend everything's good,

day in and day out?

Meanwhile the inside's
just festering.
Is that what you want?

That's pretend, Jolene.

Everything about you is pretend.

Everything good in your life
is fucking make believe.

I don't want to pretend
good anymore.

I want it here,
right in front of me.

I want to be it,
I want to make it.

Who the fuck do you think
you are, Jolene?

You ain't got
no choice, you were born here.
Think you just skip town?

Waltz out of here, huh?
Like this town ain't
got you by the nuts?

Like it did my daddy
and your daddy and their daddies
before them, huh?

You ain't got a choice, Jolene.

You're a piece of shit
and I'm a piece of shit.

Nobody cares about you.

You got that?

Nobody except me.

There are parts of
our story that only I hold.

They live inside my belly
like a firefly light.

But I never can grab
hold of them.

Who was the mommy
that raised me?

Who was the daddy who
taught me how to live?

Daddy called this land heaven.

Everyone else called it
the ten acres of hell.

I remember it as both.

So, man...

What happened last night?

- I don't know.
- Mm-mm.

Someone... say something to her?

She was behind me
the whole time, I'm not sure.

-And then Rule followed
me back to her place.
-Oh, shit.

Yeah, wasn't good.

She hasn't spoken to me since.

- Well, I'm sorry, buddy.

I got to say this girl...

this girl looked like she
never left the house.

Just 'cause you ain't put eyes
on her doesn't mean she hasn't
left the house.

Where did you find her?

All right, Wyatt, what is it
you're not telling me?

I met her in the woods.

What do you mean in the woods?

Do you remember when
my mother went missing?

She's the girl.

The girl from the woods.

I don't understand.

- You said...
- I said a lot of things, I lied.

I was a kid, I lost my mother.

You've known her
all these years?

- She saved me.
- Saved you from what?

The trap.

- The trap that she set.
- No, no, she didn't.

How do you know?

I don't, I don't know what...

I don't really care.

- I love her.

We take care of each other,
she was scared, like you.

You take care of
each other, do you?

- We do.
- Who says that's your job?

- I do.
- Jesus fuck.

You know what this means, right?

You know it means
she's one of them.

- One of who?
- You know what goes on out there.

Do you?

Do you know what
goes on out there?

I tried to be a good
friend to you, Wyatt,

but if you're out there
fucking around

- with people like that...
- People like what?

Bottom feeders, Wyatt,
bottom feeders!

Trap setting, trailer dwelling,

toothless sister fucking
murderers, Wyatt.

I feel bad for you. I do.

Walking around carrying
bullshit made up

by scared people, like
it's your fucking doctrine.

You don't know shit.

And you don't have
to do this anymore.

You don't have to go
walking around

pretending to give
a fuck anymore,

because you left me
to die all those years ago.

'Cause guess what?

I forgive you.

I forgive you for
being a coward then

and I forgive you for
being a coward now.

Fuck you.

I told you back then,
Wyatt, you never listened.

I don't expect you
to listen now.

Go on, disappear.

Go live with them
for all I care.

Yeah, maybe I will.

Once upon a time
there was a fox and a chicken.

The fox wasn't like
the other foxes.

He never ate chickens.

All the other foxes
treated him differently.

One day, he met a lonely chicken

that knew nothing of foxes.

They played all day and night

until one day, the fox
became very hungry,

yet he refused to leave
the chicken's side.

She offered him grain...

but a fox is not a chicken.

So, the chicken watched...

as the fox withered away.

Aria.

I have the photos.

Please come out.

I miss you.

I don't know what
happened but...

I'm sorry.

I'd like to see you again.

How'd you pay for this?

Don't you worry about that.

Hey, what the hell,
what the hell happened here?
Well, hey. Whoa.

- Nothing, it was an accident.
- Jo Jo, it's not

an accident. Why the fuck
you lying to me, baby?

I'm fine, baby, I promise you.

-When you hurt you
it hurts me, you know that.
-I know.

I can't lose you.

-You're not going to lose me.
-Baby, we're gonna be okay,
we're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be okay.

Fuck. Son.

- I'm sorry.
- Fuck. Jesus.

Thought you'd be home earlier,
I was getting worried.

- Did you drive here?
- Mm. Hmm-hmm-hmm.

Since when is my grown
son my own daddy?

Since you needed one.

It's not your job to
save everyone, not yet.

I'm not saving anyone.

-What's going on with you?
-Oh, you got your
own demons, son.

What demons do I have?

You don't get away with
having a daddy like me

without having your own demons.

You're killing yourself.

You're lucky.

When you're young,

you're just...

hungry for knowledge and gossip,

whatever get you clean or little
dirty little hands on, 'cause...

you never
experienced anything real.

You never felt... real pain.

And you just want to
experience one ounce

of human valid emotion,

and then you finally
fucking feel relevant.

Mm.

And then, one day...

it just
all explodes in your face.

And all that shitty shit shits
just staring right at you.

And now you wish...
that you could just...

un-know.

Yeah, sometimes the truth's
better left alone, son.

Lord, we ask
that you would meet us
in this time and place

and bless us with your
unconditional love.

And we thank you
for that tiny baby

growing in our sweet Ruby,

and for all the blessings
she will bring into our lives.

- Amen.
- Amen.

So sweet, thank you, Abe.

Oh, thank you for
this delicious meal.

And you are going to
make a wonderful mother

and a wife some day.

Thank you.

So, Arlo, what did you do today?

You know, Dad, I met with Wyatt.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

We had a bunch of stuff
we, uh... needed to catch up on.

Let's just say, um...
he's doing good.

I hadn't seen him
too much recently

until the bonfire
the other night.

Tell him.

Your father
has the right to know.

What do, what do I have
the right to know about?

Nothing, Dad.

Well, let's just say that we
need to lift Wyatt up in prayer.

I always do.

So...

there something specific
we should be lifting up?

Well, he's been sleeping
with an unsavory character.

And what character is that?

She's a Dumont.

We don't know that.

Arlo, he told
you with his own mouth.

Well...

that is certainly something

we should be, um,
lifting up in prayer.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you for bringing
that to my attention, Ruby.

You're welcome.

Baby?

Baby. Rule?

Baby.

Rule.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake...

Even if you're
not really well-mannered.

Anne, strange yourself to know

what she's going to do.

And she's able to match
the right skirt

with the right sweater.

As usual, all your
neighbors knew

how many it was you went by

in your regular bill of trust.

Ellen hasn't had a plan and it
includes a healthy breakfast

and a pleasant word
with her parents.

And you're almost always late
and you're guilty about it.

You're in a rut
with a bad habit.

And case through
your sloppy ways.

You're embarrassed
by your messy hair

and fingernails you've
been neglecting to clean.

You weren't listening.

Burning the midnight oil, huh?

What do you want?

Well, I was across the street,

saw the lights on
over here so, uh.

I'm busy, Abe.

Yeah, I can see that.

Looks like a lot,
this a new case?

Please, go on. I, uh...

don't want trouble tonight.

You know, you ever, uh,

you ever notice
how much alike we are?

I mean, just like you,
the people in this town
are my business.

You try to protect their
bodies, I, their souls.

And in order to do that,
I need to know what's
happening in their lives.

Maybe you're just bored.

You don't look so good.

Your sons don't look so good.

- You talk to your boys recently?

You're the nosiest man I ever
met, but I blame your job.

Raising your children
off of money

that you take from poor morons

you feed ancient bullshit
to twice a week.

See, I'd focus on other people's
problems too if I were you.

Look, I'm, I'm not
here to fight with you.

Then, may I ask you kindly
what the fuck you're here for?

The truth.

That's what you really want.

"For nothing secret will not
be known and come to light."

Luke, 8:17.

Do you know what's
going on with your boys?

If you think for one minute
that I've managed my life

by giving fuck all
what other people think

of me and my boys,
we ain't ever met.

Yeah, maybe if you took your
head out of what happened in
your family ten years ago,

you'd know what's happening
to them right now, brother.

I am not your brother.

Look, reach out and connect
with your family.

Know where they are.

Find out what they love
and what they're scared of,

and tell them all the things
that make you drink every
hour of the day.

You best go. Now.

We all know about Rule.

But do you know what
your favorite boy does?

Do you know who he spends
his days with?

You should find out.

Look, you're still responsible
for this, for them,

even when you feel pain.

You need to figure out
where all that comes from.

Hmm. Yeah, I got
a pretty good idea.

"Therefore confess your sins

to each other
and you will be healed."

James, 5:16.

How about...

thou shall not
covet thy neighbor's wife?

How about that one?

I've confessed my sins.

How's that working out for you?

Nathalie wasn't the only one
who died out there
that night, was she?

Come on, you can tell me.

I did what I had to do
to protect my son

from rotting away in prison
for the rest of his life.

And now he's rotting away
in a hollow,

in a prison of his own
addiction because
you can't forgive.

- You want the truth?
- Yes.

I will never forgive anything
that happened that night.

Go talk to your sons,
do it soon.

Baby, wake up.

Baby, wake up.

Jo?

Wake up, baby.

Oh, no, Jo, Jo, Jo, baby.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Fuck!

I should've told you.

I should've told you but
I couldn't, I didn't want to.

I did something so wrong.

Something really
truly awful, baby,

and if I told you,
I thought you'd hate me.

I should've told you, baby.

Rule.

It's your daddy!

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Shit.

- Rule! I know you're in there.
- Fuck.

- Your car's parked out front.
- Fuck!

Come on.

Let me get you out of here.

Rule!

Rule!

We need to talk, son.

Where's that tramp you've
been knocking around with?

I don't know.

Where is she, Rule?

Gone.

Good.

What about your brother?

Huh?

You been hanging
with your brother lately.

I haven't been
hanging out with nobody.

Well, you're full of shit.

You know something,
and you tell me what you know.

You spit your goddamn
words out, boy,

or I will skin your hide.

All, all I know is Wyatt,
Wyatt's been with a girl.

What girl?

A girl from the woods.

So, you tell me
why that means fuck all.

I seen where she lives.

So what?

It's the ten acres of hell.

She the Dumont girl?

Wyatt don't know.

We better find him.

I ain't going fucking nowhere.

We've done enough to that girl.

We've done enough to that girl.

Hmm.

The drugs have fucked
your mind, boy.

She murdered your mother.

No.

Nobody killed Mama.

Whose traps were they, huh?
Who built them, huh?

Her blood, her family, and
none of this would've happened

if you hadn't of fucked up
and pulled that trigger.

I was just a boy.

But you knew what
you were doing.

And you knew what I'd do.

She was a beautiful woman.

You must've loved her very much.

I did. You killed her.

No, baby, it was an accident.

Well, we all got to
be held accountable
for the stupid shit that we do.

You hate me, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

I hate me too, Dad.

We killed them all.

I still hear that baby
crying at night.

Come on.

We're going to go finish this.

I can't.

I ain't got no hate
left in me, Daddy.

I got nothing left for her.

Fucking useless.

Get up.

Get the fuck up.

You go, you leave.
You have to get lost.

You pack nothing.

You don't talk to anybody.

You don't look at anybody.

You don't stop,
you don't look back

until the soles of your
feet are blood and bones.

I hate you because
you're more like me

than anything else
on this Earth.

Some of those are gonna hurt.

I don't need them anymore.

I remember now.

I wish I could go back
and, and change it.

Your mother's last
words were to me.

What if I can't forget?

That was a long time ago,
it's over now.

Dad.

You don't even know what you're
doing with this girl, son.

Yeah, I do.

No, you don't.

I refuse to believe that you do.

Put the guns down.

Put them down.

She's done nothing wrong.

That's where you're wrong, son.

This girl's to be
held accountable
for the death of your mother.

Mama's death was an accident.

What do you know?

You never saw what they did.

You weren't there.

I wanted to be there.

There are no accidents
out here, Wyatt.

Generation after generation
dying in traps on this land

because these bootlegging
wastes of skin

want to protect themselves
and live above the law?

Your mother was murdered
plain and simple.

And I love you, Wyatt,
I love your mommy more.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna kill us both?

Why don't I let you choose?

Her or me?

Enough.

What do you need to know?

What do I need to know?

- I want to know everything.
- Dad, don't.

I remember the first
time I saw her.

I wanted to save her.

I still dream
about it every night.

She said something...

before she went.

- It's okay.

You can tell me.

She said...

"I forgive you."

What did she say?

"I forgive you."

- For my drinking.
- - "I forgive you."

- For throwing you out of the house.
- - "I forgive you."

For letting you go in the woods.

"I forgive you."

- For not calling you back.
- - "I forgive you."

- For not telling you I love you.
- "I forgive you."

All right, what's done is done.

It's over.

Sheriff?

I'm sorry.

No!

No. No.

What did you do?

What did you do?

A fox ain't a chicken.

Stop. Get your hands up.

Turn around.

Get down on your knees.

Let me see your hands,
put them up.

Turn around.

Get on your knees.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.