Delivery Run (2024) Movie Script
1
[soft music]
[soft music continues]
[soft mysterious music]
[horns honking]
[crashing]
[soft tense music]
[coughing]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[hacking]
[horn blaring]
[shouting]
[metal squealing]
[shouting]
[engine rumbling]
[man shouting]
[light rock music]
[phone beeps]
- Lee? It's Lester.
We're still getting complaints
about you
being late with orders.
We got a rep to maintain.
Pick up the pace.
Also, the app is working fine.
Don't know what
you're talking about.
[phone beeps]
- Mr. Shaw. This is Jerry Olson
from the Northern Lights Casino.
I'm calling because you
walked on quite a hefty tab
from the Dancing Fire
restaurant last night.
Um, if you are free
in the next few hours,
we would like you to come
and take care of this.
Have a nice day.
[phone beeps]
- Hello, Mr. Leland Shaw.
This is Carl Erickson.
I'm calling to say
if you do not settle
your late payments to us
in the next few hours...
- Final notice?
That's the final--
- ...cut off your heat,
power, and water.
Hope this is crystal clear.
[phone beeps]
- The final notice?
Oh, lo and behold.
Okay, they're never
gonna get me.
They're never gonna get me.
[phone beeps]
- Hello, Leland. It's Gus.
I know you're busy,
but I need an answer from you.
I can't afford to wait anymore.
[knocking at door]
I have another buyer who's going
to come back in a couple days.
You want that food truck?
Then meet his price. Soon.
[phone beeps]
[sighing]
[muttering]
[sighs]
[banging at door]
What's the matter?
You forgot one?
Ah!
[giggling]
[soft tense music]
[grunting]
[Lee groaning]
- Maid's day off, huh?
- Uh... Hey, Rebecca...
- We've known each other
a long time, haven't we, Lee?
- Uh, yep.
- Been there to get you
out of every jam, right?
Paid for cooking school.
And that culinary arts course
at college.
All the good that did you.
I can't remember.
Was it a year you
were there for?
- It was two.
- Two years. That's right.
That's right.
You know, Lee,
I like to help people out.
And when I do, I always
expect something in return.
And frankly, I'm getting tired
of you continually
dicking me around
and not paying me back my money.
It's enough to make one mad.
I also heard that you were at
the Northern Lights last night.
That really,
really makes me mad.
Are you trying to strike rich
whilst gambling with my money?
[stammering]
- I didn't lose all your money.
No, I...
No, I got some. Not all of it.
But I can get the rest.
It's. Oh, no, no, uh...
Uh, wait.
- Shh, shh, shh!
- Uh, I...
Uh...
- Oh my.
You're missing
about half. Too bad.
[ominous music]
Hm.
- Wait, stop!
Hey, hey, don't hurt him!
- You owe me 7,500 dollars, Lee.
And this ain't it!
- Ah, fuck! Okay, I can...
- You've been wasting
your time and mine.
- I'm gonna get you the money,
but just please,
put the fish down.
- Oh please, my ass.
Unless you're delivering
a mountain of food
to Jeff Bezos himself
on a regular basis,
you ain't ever
gonna make your debt.
You got nothing to bargain with.
- Look, I'm gonna get you
the 7,500.
But just please
don't hurt Reggie!
[glass shattering]
- Ugh!
That... would've been you.
I'm giving you until
tomorrow morning
to get the forty-five hundred
that's missing.
You get that money
from your grandmother's purse,
or you start an OnlyFans
account, I don't give a fuck
where it comes from.
No one leaves me
with a debt unpaid.
Mess up again,
and the both of you
are going to end up being sushi.
And tie your damn shoelaces.
You look like an idiot.
- Hey, hey!
- Save it! Come on.
[sighs]
[door closes]
- Hey.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, Reggie. Shit...
Oh, man...
Where am I gonna put you, man?
You know that I'm good
for the money.
I can make it all back.
Fast, in a few hours,
plus interest. Hm?
It's like a quick loan,
and you will see it
all back again.
[crow cawing]
Yeah, well just think about it.
Huh?
Okay. Okay, bye.
[exhales slowly]
[grunts]
It's like I'm...
[engine starts]
...driving you to school, buddy.
[engine squealing]
You behave, now.
[radio host]: Good morning,
Nisswa!
Hope y'all are good out there.
Seems the heavens
have opened up for us.
You asked for snow?
Well, you got it.
We got snow, people.
Hope y'all remember to get
your winter tires.
I mean, talk about
that weather, huh?
It's pretty darn
freezing out there, am I right?
It's for sure gonna be another
short and cold day today,
with temperatures
dropping to minus ten.
Nisswa Police Department
has issued a warning
for all citizens to be careful
when out driving
in this weather.
Don't be stupid, people.
You do not want to be
joy riding today.
Trust me. Be safe out there.
But best to wrap up warm,
stoke up them fires,
and stay inside.
We also got another statement
from the Nisswa
Police Department:
two more hikers up on
Greenwood Mountain
have vanished.
They're not sure if it's wolves
or bears or even aliens
from outer space.
But our good
Chief Robert Hamilton,
the rest of Nisswa Police
Department,
and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife
Service is on the case.
Just stay away from Greenwood
Mountain is what I'm saying--
[rock music playing]
- You real, motherfucker? Fuck!
You think it's that bad, Reggie?
[engine revving]
[bell on door jingling]
[door closes]
Okay...
[Lee sighs]
Yeah...
That's, uh...
[chuckles]
- You missing something?
I have no need for trophies.
Why anyone would want to buy
a trophy someone else earned,
beyond me.
- We-- Uh...
- This blender's missing...
half a blender.
- Shit.
- And I ain't running
a pet store.
- Oh, he's... He's not for sale.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
Is... Is there anything here
that you really want?
- Hm...
Take the coffee grinder
for 20 dollars. Steak knife, 50.
- Twenty dollars?
- Take it or leave it.
[phone chimes]
- Okay... Thanks.
- Pleasure doing business
with you.
- Yeah. Thank you, sir.
[light folk music]
- Well, well, well.
Look who's here.
- Save it, Tom.
You got my order?
- Here you go.
Coffee and donuts.
One classic American
breakfast ready to go.
And, hey, don't dilly-dally.
By the way, I, uh,
heard you got in pretty deep
into Rebecca's pocket.
[scoffs]
[folk music continues]
[music fades]
[wind howling]
[wind howling]
[ominous music]
[sighs]
- Come on, man.
[engine rumbling]
[ominous music continues]
Big fella. Ain't he, Reggie?
Sure is getting his money's
worth today with all this snow.
[low horn blaring]
Oh, oh!
Road hog!
Yeah, go s... Go, uh...
...plow somewhere else.
Fat-ass.
[upbeat music]
[engine revving]
[wind howling]
[upbeat music continues]
There you go.
Hey! What the f...?
We got a long day ahead of us.
Come on!
Come on, fuck!
Ah, fuck...
I don't care what
the tech guys say, Lester,
there's something
wrong with the app.
- Have you checked the Wi-Fi?
- Wi-Fi? What Wi-Fi?
I've been driving around
outside all day.
Look at our life, Reggie.
Reginald?
Are you listening to me? Hey!
I need some good
and high-paying orders, Lester.
I've had, like, three today.
I should've had hundreds by now.
- We're a big company, Lee.
We got a lot of drivers.
- Why not send some
of that stuff my way?
Goddammit. Goddammit...
- Lee, if you're not
happy at RabbitEats,
there's nothing wrong
with throwing in the towel
and trying something else.
- I can't afford
to do something else right now.
I need the money.
Oh. Thanks, Joe. Yeah,
just, uh, put it in the bag.
[phone ringing]
Oh...
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
Hey! Hey, Gus!
- Lee, did you get
my message this morning?
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm just, uh,
I'm just working right now, Gus.
Listen, can-can I call you back?
Uh, maybe, uh, between orders?
- I need an answer, Lee.
You can't keep me waiting.
Do you have the money
for food truck or no?
- Yeah, I, I just need
a little more time--
- You said that last week.
If you want it,
you've got to pick up the pace.
[suspenseful music]
The other buyer, he's really
interested. I told you.
- Come on!
- What did you say?
- I-I'm gonna call you back.
[suspenseful music continues]
Is a goddamn six-year-old
driving this thing?
What the hell is going on?
[horn honking]
Oh!
[honking]
Damn you, Mr. Plow.
What is this yo-yo on?
[engine revving]
[horn honking]
[exhaling]
Christ!
Oh! Oh...
[Lee breathing heavily]
[phone chimes]
[exhales deeply]
[engine squealing]
[engine stops]
[country music playing
over speakers]
Hey, Howard. You got my order?
- Oh, look who it is!
We're a little bit backed up
here today, Lee.
Go grab a soda.
We'll get to you.
[country music continues]
Is it "Bring Your Pet
to Work" day?
- Nope, Reggie's
my co-pilot today.
[soft tense music]
[warbled whistling]
"We come from outer space!"
What do you think, Reggie?
Where is this place?
Is this still Nisswa?
What? Goddamn psycho.
What's this now?
[horn honking]
[honking]
[scoffs]
What is wrong with
people today, Reggie?
[engine revving loudly]
Come on.
[sirens blipping]
There we go.
[engine revving]
- Hey, Leland! Whatcha doing?
You do realize you're blocking
the path?
People like me got places to be.
- Yeah, didn't you see the truck
that was in my way?
- Oh, yah! Sure did.
Looks like he was lost, huh?
Poor guy.
Must've taken a wrong turn.
Happens to all of us. Ha!
[laughing]
Anyway, I'll be seeing you.
- Wait, Nathan.
- I've got things to do.
- Nathan.
- I've got places to be.
- Oh? S-See ya.
[engine revving]
[siren honking]
See ya...
[sighs]
Give me something.
[light jazzy music]
[announcer]: Sixty-five.
That's sixty-five.
- Yes.
- After that, we have sixty-one.
- No.
- Sixty-one.
- Shit!
- Good luck to all
the winners out there.
- Reggie, I gotta stay awake,
man.
Come on, don't give me that.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Oh, shit! Come on... No?
[sighs]
I know that I'm giving up.
[light upbeat music]
You're a wise guy, Reggie.
You're a wise guy.
A man of few words, if you will.
You don't say much,
but uh, when you do,
it's some philosophical shit.
[upbeat music continues]
[sighs]
Oh, fuck!
[car door alarm dinging]
[tense music]
[low horn blaring]
[scoffs]
What?
[engine revving loudly]
What, has he got, like, a plane
engine hooked up to that thing?
[engine revving loudly]
[wind howling]
[suspenseful music]
[low horn blaring]
[low horn blaring]
Back off, dude!
[laughing]
Shit.
[sinister music]
[metal squealing]
Fuck!
[sinister music continues]
Where... Where the fuck
did he go?
[breathing heavily]
Where the fuck did he go? Fuck!
What?
[breathing heavily]
What? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
[light music playing]
[billiard balls clacking]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, hiya, Lee.
Looks like you're not the only
one on your lunch break.
What's with the fish?
- Uh, he's just tagging
along today.
Good, uh...
Good seeing you again, Nathan.
- Hey! Come on.
It's Deputy Cummings.
Can't you see the badge? Jeez.
- Oh, yeah. Deputy.
Say, you sped off earlier
before I could--
- Yeah, well, uh,
I was in a rush. You know?
And I'm mad and cold as hell.
- Huh.
- I've had to deal with a bunch
of idiots
who don't listen
to the local morning radio.
Dead Man's Curve is closed
until further notice.
Or for good so the dumb-dumbs
don't kill themselves.
- Huh. Have you, uh,
got anything else to report?
- God, I am not some
Chatty Cathy
like everyone else down at HQ.
You know that.
But...
between you and me,
we've got ourselves
a wild animal situation.
You heard about
those missing hikers?
- Yeah. I listen
to the morning radio.
- We haven't found
any sign of them yet.
They just vanished.
Like Alferd Packer's party.
[laughing]
Dumb big city slickers.
You know, they should've just
watched Deliverance
and stayed home.
[Nathan laughing]
Bunch of dumb-dumbs.
Huh? Bunch of dumb-dumbs
lost in the snow.
[chuckling]
- Thought you said that you had
a wild animal situation.
- Oh...
No, no, no, no, no...
That's just a theory,
down at HQ.
Anyway. I'm on my break,
so I'll be seeing you, now.
- Hey, Deputy.
- Mm-hmm?
- Um... I wanna report
an attempted murder.
- A what?
An attempted murder? Ooh!
Okay.
- So...
some truck driver...
- Yeah?
- ...with a snowplow...
tried to run me off the road
today several times.
And we nearly got hurt,
me and Reggie.
It was the same
truck from earlier.
- Okay. Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Which one was it?
[tense music]
[ominous music]
- Well, um... I-I didn't see
this one's license plate.
[sighs]
What?
[sighs deeply]
- Oh, Leland.
We don't exactly have
a lot to go on now, do we?
You know, maybe it was
someone you pissed off.
You do have that tendency
to vex people, you know?
I guess that's why
Rebecca's gunning for you.
- Yeah, I am getting
my shit together,
but you guys should still
do something about her.
Regardless of what you say,
she ain't done nothing
to get herself arrested
for any kind of crime.
Hey, look. Look.
In regards to your, uh...
truck driver.
If you see it again,
you know the number.
It's...
See you soon.
[light music continues
over speakers]
[sighs]
[tense music]
[phone chimes]
- Thank God.
Ah, it's...
[indistinct muttering]
[gentle harp music]
- I'll be right with you.
- Okay.
[enchanting instrumental music]
[tense music building]
[low horn blaring]
Oh.
Uh...
[sniffs]
Hey, wa... wait a minute. Um...
It's up on the mountain?
"Greenwood Mountain."
Looks like
we're doing it, Reggie.
[tense music]
[wind howling]
- Going up the mountain,
are we, eh?
- Yep. Appears so.
- Ever heard of the Dyatlov Pass
incident?
Nine Soviets went out hiking
in the Ural Mountains.
All of them died
under mysterious circumstances.
No one's ever been able
to figure out why.
[wildlife calling]
Greenwood Mountain
is just as dangerous.
[tense music]
[engine squealing]
[brakes squealing]
- Right.
[wildlife calling]
[muttering indistinctly]
[wildlife calling]
[sniffs]
[blowing through lips]
[sighs]
Okay...
Not even a thank
you or good evening. Hm.
People these days...
[sighs]
Oh.
Ask and you shall receive.
[chuckles]
Alright.
There we go.
Ah...
Oh-ho!
That's how you do it.
Right.
Okay.
Hey, Reggie.
[ominous music]
[sinister music]
[breathing deeply]
Must plow a lot of snow,
this asshole.
Wait... 14 doll...?
Fucking kidding me?
You kidding me? Huh?
Asshole driver.
Asshole! Gonna tip?
[knocking softly]
Jeez. Argh...
Screw this.
[knocking loudly]
[sinister music swells]
Whoa. Um...
S... Sorry! Um...
Hello?
[scoffs]
[distant piano music]
Um...
Hello? Is-Is anybody home?
[distant piano music continues]
Oh, Mr. Plow, you, uh...
you're missing a tip!
And you owe me some money for
the damages you did to my car.
Okay, so, so...
so pay up or, uh, lawyer up.
Yeah.
[scoffs]
Righteous...
[piano music continues]
[muttering softly]
[piano music stops]
[tense music]
[sighs]
What's this?
Oh.
Handsome devil. Prick.
Okay. That should be enough
for Deputy Cummings.
[eerie music]
[distant thud]
Hello?
Mark? Fuck...
[ominous music]
[distant muffled cry]
[muffled mumbling]
[muffled groaning]
[muffled screaming]
[Lee stammering]
[muffled screaming]
Why-- I don't know what
to, uh... Where is...?
[muffled screaming]
Where's the...?
[muffled grunting]
Okay...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you doing? I--
- Shh, shh.
- I turned the music off.
Oh! Hey, hey, hey, hey...
[growling]
[ominous music]
[breathing heavily]
Oh, jeez...
I'm not staying here.
What are you doing? Hey!
Hey, look, I think we just get
the fuck out of here, okay?
Oh, fuck...
Look. Listen to me, okay?
Just, just...
What are you doing?
[breathing heavily]
No, no, no, no! Go!
[panting]
What?
What are you...
What are you doing?
What the hell is she doing?
[grunts]
Fuck...
Fuck...
[breathing heavily]
Fuck!
[sinister music]
[breathing heavily]
Fuck.
We're getting the hell
out of here, Reggie!
[grunts]
[whirring]
[tires screeching]
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
Not righteous. Not righteous.
[car dings]
No, no, don't!
No, come on! Come on, no!
Fuck! Fuck!
[whimpering]
Please...
[tense music]
[engine revving]
[siren wailing]
[thudding]
[siren blipping]
[indistinct police
radio chatter]
[tense music]
[engine sputtering]
Oh, Nathan... I am so glad
to see you. Jesus Christ.
- Jesus Christ indeed.
What kind of driving was that?
Forget it's winter?!
- Nathan, what...
Listen to me. Okay?
Listen, you gotta--
- I'm up here looking
for the missing hikers, okay?
I find some wrecked car
in the trees in there.
It's so weird.
And now this. Are you drunk?
'Cause that was some
reckless driving.
And stop calling me Nathan!
It's Deputy Cummings!
You better give me
the answers, buddy.
And Leland... This goddamn fish.
- Nathan, you need to get
on the walkie-talkie, okay?
Right now.
There is someone after me.
Mr. Plow! Okay? The snowplow
truck guy
that-that was from before.
He's got...
He's got some murder lodge
up in the mountains, okay?
A woman is dead!
- Mr. Plow?
- Yeah,
you need to call in the cavalry!
- Leland, Mr. P--
Mr. Plow? What are you smoking?
Huh? What are you smoking?
- What...
- Is that your blood?
Look at me. Look at me.
- No.
- Is that your blood?
Goddammit, get out of the car.
[Lee stammering]
Get out!
Hands!
You know, Leland,
this is just...
[handcuffs clinking]
This is too much.
This is too much, okay?
Now we gotta go.
You understand? Okay?
We gotta go. Hm?
- Wait, you're not even gonna
read me my rights?
[chuckling]
- Your rights?
Shut up, Leland.
Just get in the car.
Watch your head. Jeez.
Goddammit.
- Moron... You need to get
someone up here!
- Hey, hey, hey!
No need for name-calling, jeez.
Dispatch, this is Car 22--
- Nathan, you're making
a mistake!
- It's Deputy Cummings!
Now, shut up!
- Dispatch. What's your status?
- Yeah, dispatch.
I was on Greenwood Mountain,
searching for
the missing hikers.
I got a suspect,
who was driving erratically.
And uh, he's got blood on him.
It's not his own.
Suspect's name is Leland Shaw.
I'm bringing him in.
[tense music]
What the hell is that?
- Nathan, drive!
- I told you to shut up. Okay?
Look, let me just see
what this guy wants.
- No, no, no, that's Mr. Plow!
No! No, get in the car!
- Hey! What seems to be
the trouble here?
Turn off your engine
and get out of the truck,
please!
[rustling]
Hey. Hey, Leland!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Leland!
Hey! Where are you going?
[plow engine rumbling]
Stop!
[tires screeching]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[engine revving]
[gunshot]
[low horn blaring]
Hey! Ahh!
- Fucking Nathan...
Deputy fucking Cummings.
Asshole.
Fucking Deputy fucking Dickwad!
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
Shit...
Fucking Nathan...
This is so fucked.
[mysterious instrumental music]
[scoffs]
Really?
[breathing heavily]
[light music playing
over speakers]
- Keep that away from my pumps!
[breathing heavily]
[light music continues]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
You break out of prison?
- I have to use the phone.
- You gonna pay for
that water, sir?
- Yeah. Fine. Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Phone now? Please.
- The phone's not working.
- What?
- Cheapskate owner
didn't pay his phone bills.
- What? Aren't-aren't
you the owner?
- Sorry.
- Well, okay,
do you have a cell phone?
Uh, an iPhone? Android?
Fucking BlackBerry?
[scoffs]
Uh... Twenty...
Twenty dollars on Pump 2.
[unsettling music]
Hey, hey, hey, you got
a cell phone, right?
No? Fuck!
[intense music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[low horn blaring]
[sniffs]
[intense music continues]
[soft tense music]
[tense music building]
[phone chiming repeatedly]
[laughing]
Oh, now they start coming in?
[breathing heavily]
[low horn blaring]
Fuck!
[groans]
[soft unsettling music]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music]
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
[engine rumbling]
[exhales deeply]
[shovel clanging]
[gear shift clunks]
[engine revving]
Ah, come on, you fuck! Ah!
Ah!
[suspenseful music]
[whimpering]
Oh, God...
[soft tense music]
[ominous music building]
[low horn blaring]
[tense instrumental music]
[tense music fades]
[brakes squealing]
[breathing heavily]
[low horn blaring]
What?
Oh, shit...
[low horn blaring]
[cracking]
[suspenseful music]
[cracking]
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine rumbling]
Yeah! Take that, motherfucker!
That's right! Fuck yeah!
Woo!
[water spraying]
[gasping]
[laughing]
[Lee]: Fuck.
[Rebecca]: Good morning,
princess.
- Where...
- Don't worry.
You're fine. A-okay.
You just had a little bump.
That's all. So, take it easy.
- Wh-Where am I?
- You had a little accident.
- Hey. Hey, what...?
Um...
Yeah, I...
[sighs]
Guys, I-I still got time.
- Do you think this is
playtime in the park?
That amount
right there is pitiful.
Have you been driving around
with your thumb up your ass?
And then when we catch you,
you try to run out on us?
You're dumber than you look.
- You were following me?
- We were keeping an eye on you.
Just in case.
And boy, were we right.
Couldn't push enough chop suey,
huh?
I mean, we almost lost you there
for a little bit.
But then we found you again.
Lady Luck shines down on us now.
- I wasn't running
away from you--
- I'll be the judge of that,
you little prick!
[breathing heavily]
- Give me my fish.
- Excuse me?
- Give me my damn fish.
- Ah, I didn't quite catch that.
What did you say?
- Please, give me
my damn fish, Rebecca!
- Oh! This little guy?
Yeah, sure.
[gasps]
Huh.
- Um...
I know this going to make me
sound like a jerk-ass,
and this is badly timed,
but I, um,
I got his order ready.
- Joe, could you fuck off,
please?
- You betcha.
[laughing]
- You got something
to say there, Lee?
- What kind of people you got
working for you, Rebecca?
'Cause I'd say you got some
sick fucks in your employment.
- Come again?
- Who's the psycho
in the snowplow truck that
you got working for you? Hm?
- Excuse me, the snowplow truck?
- The guy with
the snowplow truck, Rebecca!
Mr. Plow!
- I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Lee.
You got a phone
in this shithole?
- Yeah. Just out here.
- Go make the call.
Get the boys here.
[mysterious music]
[chuckling]
[dial tone]
- I was gonna buy a food truck.
I was gonna make food
for people, be my own boss.
I had it all planned,
all figured out.
It wasn't supposed
to be like this.
- I know you're a good guy, Lee.
Despite all the shit
thrown your way,
and all not making
your lucky break,
you still persevere.
- Yeah.
- It's commendable.
But you're just
one of those guys
that keeps on making
the same mistakes.
You're like a drunk at the bar
who doesn't know when
to quit and go home.
And this is what happens
when you run out
on paying a debt back to me.
[tense music]
[thudding]
[knocking]
[rattling]
What the hell?
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Shut up, Lee!
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[sinister music]
[soft tense music]
[creaking]
[axe thuds]
[squealing]
- Shit...
[shouting]
You fucking animal!
[shouting]
Quick...
[grunting]
Please.
I'm sorry.
[sinister music building]
[grunts]
[sinister music]
Okay...
Where's a cop when you need one?
We're gonna be fine, buddy.
[chuckles]
Okay...
What?
No...
[grunts]
[Nathan]: Dead Man's Curve
is closed until further notice.
- Shit...
[sighs]
Fucking Nathan, fuck.
[engine revving]
Come on!
[sinister music]
Oh... fuck it!
[suspenseful music]
What do you want from me?!
What do you want from me?
[engine revving]
[low horn blaring]
Leave me alone!
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck! Please, please!
Please, leave me alone! Please!
[whimpering]
No!
Fuck! Hold on, Reggie!
[whimpering]
Oh, please, God!
[music stops abruptly]
[brakes squealing]
[breathing heavily]
[soft music]
[suspenseful music]
Oh!
Let... me... go!
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[panting]
[tense music]
[laughing]
[soft tense music]
[brakes squealing]
- What's his name?
- Reggie.
- I had a turtle once.
Called him Buck.
- Great.
- Told you the mountain
was dangerous.
- Got any tools on you?
[radio host]: Good morning,
Nisswa.
Another cold and frosty morning.
But at least it ain't snowing.
So, now down
to serious business.
Top story of the day
is what's being referred to
by the police
as "the snowplow massacre".
Reports have been heard
of a maniacal snowplow
truck driver causing mayhem.
A house of murder was discovered
on Greenwood Mountain.
And multiple fatalities
found at a local pizzeria
outside of town,
with one female survivor.
Police have yet
to comment further on this case.
But stay tuned for more on this
ongoing and breaking story.
- Throw it away,
heat it up in the microwave.
I don't give a shit.
- Why the hell are you
only wearing one shoe?
- How much for this?
[soft eerie music]
[birds chirping]
[phone ringing]
Hello? This is Lee.
- Leland! Where the hell
have you been?
I've been after you all night.
What's the matter?
You complain about orders
not coming in,
but then they do come in,
and you ignore them all?
What the hell is wrong with you?
What kept you?
- Up yours, Lester.
- What? Excus--
[call ends]
- Hey, Gus. It's Lee.
- What do you want, Lee?
You want more
of our time to waste?
- I got your money.
Now, that food truck is mine.
You can tell those other buyers
to go spit.
- You got the money? You?
[chuckling]
You better not be telling me
some tall tale.
- Nope. Nope, it's real.
- Alright. Sounds like
we're in business.
You want to come by my office
and check it out?
- You mind
if I come by tomorrow?
I had myself a rough night.
[engine revving]
[upbeat music]
[soft music]
[soft music continues]
[soft mysterious music]
[horns honking]
[crashing]
[soft tense music]
[coughing]
[coughing]
[gasping]
[hacking]
[horn blaring]
[shouting]
[metal squealing]
[shouting]
[engine rumbling]
[man shouting]
[light rock music]
[phone beeps]
- Lee? It's Lester.
We're still getting complaints
about you
being late with orders.
We got a rep to maintain.
Pick up the pace.
Also, the app is working fine.
Don't know what
you're talking about.
[phone beeps]
- Mr. Shaw. This is Jerry Olson
from the Northern Lights Casino.
I'm calling because you
walked on quite a hefty tab
from the Dancing Fire
restaurant last night.
Um, if you are free
in the next few hours,
we would like you to come
and take care of this.
Have a nice day.
[phone beeps]
- Hello, Mr. Leland Shaw.
This is Carl Erickson.
I'm calling to say
if you do not settle
your late payments to us
in the next few hours...
- Final notice?
That's the final--
- ...cut off your heat,
power, and water.
Hope this is crystal clear.
[phone beeps]
- The final notice?
Oh, lo and behold.
Okay, they're never
gonna get me.
They're never gonna get me.
[phone beeps]
- Hello, Leland. It's Gus.
I know you're busy,
but I need an answer from you.
I can't afford to wait anymore.
[knocking at door]
I have another buyer who's going
to come back in a couple days.
You want that food truck?
Then meet his price. Soon.
[phone beeps]
[sighing]
[muttering]
[sighs]
[banging at door]
What's the matter?
You forgot one?
Ah!
[giggling]
[soft tense music]
[grunting]
[Lee groaning]
- Maid's day off, huh?
- Uh... Hey, Rebecca...
- We've known each other
a long time, haven't we, Lee?
- Uh, yep.
- Been there to get you
out of every jam, right?
Paid for cooking school.
And that culinary arts course
at college.
All the good that did you.
I can't remember.
Was it a year you
were there for?
- It was two.
- Two years. That's right.
That's right.
You know, Lee,
I like to help people out.
And when I do, I always
expect something in return.
And frankly, I'm getting tired
of you continually
dicking me around
and not paying me back my money.
It's enough to make one mad.
I also heard that you were at
the Northern Lights last night.
That really,
really makes me mad.
Are you trying to strike rich
whilst gambling with my money?
[stammering]
- I didn't lose all your money.
No, I...
No, I got some. Not all of it.
But I can get the rest.
It's. Oh, no, no, uh...
Uh, wait.
- Shh, shh, shh!
- Uh, I...
Uh...
- Oh my.
You're missing
about half. Too bad.
[ominous music]
Hm.
- Wait, stop!
Hey, hey, don't hurt him!
- You owe me 7,500 dollars, Lee.
And this ain't it!
- Ah, fuck! Okay, I can...
- You've been wasting
your time and mine.
- I'm gonna get you the money,
but just please,
put the fish down.
- Oh please, my ass.
Unless you're delivering
a mountain of food
to Jeff Bezos himself
on a regular basis,
you ain't ever
gonna make your debt.
You got nothing to bargain with.
- Look, I'm gonna get you
the 7,500.
But just please
don't hurt Reggie!
[glass shattering]
- Ugh!
That... would've been you.
I'm giving you until
tomorrow morning
to get the forty-five hundred
that's missing.
You get that money
from your grandmother's purse,
or you start an OnlyFans
account, I don't give a fuck
where it comes from.
No one leaves me
with a debt unpaid.
Mess up again,
and the both of you
are going to end up being sushi.
And tie your damn shoelaces.
You look like an idiot.
- Hey, hey!
- Save it! Come on.
[sighs]
[door closes]
- Hey.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, Reggie. Shit...
Oh, man...
Where am I gonna put you, man?
You know that I'm good
for the money.
I can make it all back.
Fast, in a few hours,
plus interest. Hm?
It's like a quick loan,
and you will see it
all back again.
[crow cawing]
Yeah, well just think about it.
Huh?
Okay. Okay, bye.
[exhales slowly]
[grunts]
It's like I'm...
[engine starts]
...driving you to school, buddy.
[engine squealing]
You behave, now.
[radio host]: Good morning,
Nisswa!
Hope y'all are good out there.
Seems the heavens
have opened up for us.
You asked for snow?
Well, you got it.
We got snow, people.
Hope y'all remember to get
your winter tires.
I mean, talk about
that weather, huh?
It's pretty darn
freezing out there, am I right?
It's for sure gonna be another
short and cold day today,
with temperatures
dropping to minus ten.
Nisswa Police Department
has issued a warning
for all citizens to be careful
when out driving
in this weather.
Don't be stupid, people.
You do not want to be
joy riding today.
Trust me. Be safe out there.
But best to wrap up warm,
stoke up them fires,
and stay inside.
We also got another statement
from the Nisswa
Police Department:
two more hikers up on
Greenwood Mountain
have vanished.
They're not sure if it's wolves
or bears or even aliens
from outer space.
But our good
Chief Robert Hamilton,
the rest of Nisswa Police
Department,
and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife
Service is on the case.
Just stay away from Greenwood
Mountain is what I'm saying--
[rock music playing]
- You real, motherfucker? Fuck!
You think it's that bad, Reggie?
[engine revving]
[bell on door jingling]
[door closes]
Okay...
[Lee sighs]
Yeah...
That's, uh...
[chuckles]
- You missing something?
I have no need for trophies.
Why anyone would want to buy
a trophy someone else earned,
beyond me.
- We-- Uh...
- This blender's missing...
half a blender.
- Shit.
- And I ain't running
a pet store.
- Oh, he's... He's not for sale.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
Is... Is there anything here
that you really want?
- Hm...
Take the coffee grinder
for 20 dollars. Steak knife, 50.
- Twenty dollars?
- Take it or leave it.
[phone chimes]
- Okay... Thanks.
- Pleasure doing business
with you.
- Yeah. Thank you, sir.
[light folk music]
- Well, well, well.
Look who's here.
- Save it, Tom.
You got my order?
- Here you go.
Coffee and donuts.
One classic American
breakfast ready to go.
And, hey, don't dilly-dally.
By the way, I, uh,
heard you got in pretty deep
into Rebecca's pocket.
[scoffs]
[folk music continues]
[music fades]
[wind howling]
[wind howling]
[ominous music]
[sighs]
- Come on, man.
[engine rumbling]
[ominous music continues]
Big fella. Ain't he, Reggie?
Sure is getting his money's
worth today with all this snow.
[low horn blaring]
Oh, oh!
Road hog!
Yeah, go s... Go, uh...
...plow somewhere else.
Fat-ass.
[upbeat music]
[engine revving]
[wind howling]
[upbeat music continues]
There you go.
Hey! What the f...?
We got a long day ahead of us.
Come on!
Come on, fuck!
Ah, fuck...
I don't care what
the tech guys say, Lester,
there's something
wrong with the app.
- Have you checked the Wi-Fi?
- Wi-Fi? What Wi-Fi?
I've been driving around
outside all day.
Look at our life, Reggie.
Reginald?
Are you listening to me? Hey!
I need some good
and high-paying orders, Lester.
I've had, like, three today.
I should've had hundreds by now.
- We're a big company, Lee.
We got a lot of drivers.
- Why not send some
of that stuff my way?
Goddammit. Goddammit...
- Lee, if you're not
happy at RabbitEats,
there's nothing wrong
with throwing in the towel
and trying something else.
- I can't afford
to do something else right now.
I need the money.
Oh. Thanks, Joe. Yeah,
just, uh, put it in the bag.
[phone ringing]
Oh...
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
Hey! Hey, Gus!
- Lee, did you get
my message this morning?
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm just, uh,
I'm just working right now, Gus.
Listen, can-can I call you back?
Uh, maybe, uh, between orders?
- I need an answer, Lee.
You can't keep me waiting.
Do you have the money
for food truck or no?
- Yeah, I, I just need
a little more time--
- You said that last week.
If you want it,
you've got to pick up the pace.
[suspenseful music]
The other buyer, he's really
interested. I told you.
- Come on!
- What did you say?
- I-I'm gonna call you back.
[suspenseful music continues]
Is a goddamn six-year-old
driving this thing?
What the hell is going on?
[horn honking]
Oh!
[honking]
Damn you, Mr. Plow.
What is this yo-yo on?
[engine revving]
[horn honking]
[exhaling]
Christ!
Oh! Oh...
[Lee breathing heavily]
[phone chimes]
[exhales deeply]
[engine squealing]
[engine stops]
[country music playing
over speakers]
Hey, Howard. You got my order?
- Oh, look who it is!
We're a little bit backed up
here today, Lee.
Go grab a soda.
We'll get to you.
[country music continues]
Is it "Bring Your Pet
to Work" day?
- Nope, Reggie's
my co-pilot today.
[soft tense music]
[warbled whistling]
"We come from outer space!"
What do you think, Reggie?
Where is this place?
Is this still Nisswa?
What? Goddamn psycho.
What's this now?
[horn honking]
[honking]
[scoffs]
What is wrong with
people today, Reggie?
[engine revving loudly]
Come on.
[sirens blipping]
There we go.
[engine revving]
- Hey, Leland! Whatcha doing?
You do realize you're blocking
the path?
People like me got places to be.
- Yeah, didn't you see the truck
that was in my way?
- Oh, yah! Sure did.
Looks like he was lost, huh?
Poor guy.
Must've taken a wrong turn.
Happens to all of us. Ha!
[laughing]
Anyway, I'll be seeing you.
- Wait, Nathan.
- I've got things to do.
- Nathan.
- I've got places to be.
- Oh? S-See ya.
[engine revving]
[siren honking]
See ya...
[sighs]
Give me something.
[light jazzy music]
[announcer]: Sixty-five.
That's sixty-five.
- Yes.
- After that, we have sixty-one.
- No.
- Sixty-one.
- Shit!
- Good luck to all
the winners out there.
- Reggie, I gotta stay awake,
man.
Come on, don't give me that.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Oh, shit! Come on... No?
[sighs]
I know that I'm giving up.
[light upbeat music]
You're a wise guy, Reggie.
You're a wise guy.
A man of few words, if you will.
You don't say much,
but uh, when you do,
it's some philosophical shit.
[upbeat music continues]
[sighs]
Oh, fuck!
[car door alarm dinging]
[tense music]
[low horn blaring]
[scoffs]
What?
[engine revving loudly]
What, has he got, like, a plane
engine hooked up to that thing?
[engine revving loudly]
[wind howling]
[suspenseful music]
[low horn blaring]
[low horn blaring]
Back off, dude!
[laughing]
Shit.
[sinister music]
[metal squealing]
Fuck!
[sinister music continues]
Where... Where the fuck
did he go?
[breathing heavily]
Where the fuck did he go? Fuck!
What?
[breathing heavily]
What? Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
[light music playing]
[billiard balls clacking]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, hiya, Lee.
Looks like you're not the only
one on your lunch break.
What's with the fish?
- Uh, he's just tagging
along today.
Good, uh...
Good seeing you again, Nathan.
- Hey! Come on.
It's Deputy Cummings.
Can't you see the badge? Jeez.
- Oh, yeah. Deputy.
Say, you sped off earlier
before I could--
- Yeah, well, uh,
I was in a rush. You know?
And I'm mad and cold as hell.
- Huh.
- I've had to deal with a bunch
of idiots
who don't listen
to the local morning radio.
Dead Man's Curve is closed
until further notice.
Or for good so the dumb-dumbs
don't kill themselves.
- Huh. Have you, uh,
got anything else to report?
- God, I am not some
Chatty Cathy
like everyone else down at HQ.
You know that.
But...
between you and me,
we've got ourselves
a wild animal situation.
You heard about
those missing hikers?
- Yeah. I listen
to the morning radio.
- We haven't found
any sign of them yet.
They just vanished.
Like Alferd Packer's party.
[laughing]
Dumb big city slickers.
You know, they should've just
watched Deliverance
and stayed home.
[Nathan laughing]
Bunch of dumb-dumbs.
Huh? Bunch of dumb-dumbs
lost in the snow.
[chuckling]
- Thought you said that you had
a wild animal situation.
- Oh...
No, no, no, no, no...
That's just a theory,
down at HQ.
Anyway. I'm on my break,
so I'll be seeing you, now.
- Hey, Deputy.
- Mm-hmm?
- Um... I wanna report
an attempted murder.
- A what?
An attempted murder? Ooh!
Okay.
- So...
some truck driver...
- Yeah?
- ...with a snowplow...
tried to run me off the road
today several times.
And we nearly got hurt,
me and Reggie.
It was the same
truck from earlier.
- Okay. Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Which one was it?
[tense music]
[ominous music]
- Well, um... I-I didn't see
this one's license plate.
[sighs]
What?
[sighs deeply]
- Oh, Leland.
We don't exactly have
a lot to go on now, do we?
You know, maybe it was
someone you pissed off.
You do have that tendency
to vex people, you know?
I guess that's why
Rebecca's gunning for you.
- Yeah, I am getting
my shit together,
but you guys should still
do something about her.
Regardless of what you say,
she ain't done nothing
to get herself arrested
for any kind of crime.
Hey, look. Look.
In regards to your, uh...
truck driver.
If you see it again,
you know the number.
It's...
See you soon.
[light music continues
over speakers]
[sighs]
[tense music]
[phone chimes]
- Thank God.
Ah, it's...
[indistinct muttering]
[gentle harp music]
- I'll be right with you.
- Okay.
[enchanting instrumental music]
[tense music building]
[low horn blaring]
Oh.
Uh...
[sniffs]
Hey, wa... wait a minute. Um...
It's up on the mountain?
"Greenwood Mountain."
Looks like
we're doing it, Reggie.
[tense music]
[wind howling]
- Going up the mountain,
are we, eh?
- Yep. Appears so.
- Ever heard of the Dyatlov Pass
incident?
Nine Soviets went out hiking
in the Ural Mountains.
All of them died
under mysterious circumstances.
No one's ever been able
to figure out why.
[wildlife calling]
Greenwood Mountain
is just as dangerous.
[tense music]
[engine squealing]
[brakes squealing]
- Right.
[wildlife calling]
[muttering indistinctly]
[wildlife calling]
[sniffs]
[blowing through lips]
[sighs]
Okay...
Not even a thank
you or good evening. Hm.
People these days...
[sighs]
Oh.
Ask and you shall receive.
[chuckles]
Alright.
There we go.
Ah...
Oh-ho!
That's how you do it.
Right.
Okay.
Hey, Reggie.
[ominous music]
[sinister music]
[breathing deeply]
Must plow a lot of snow,
this asshole.
Wait... 14 doll...?
Fucking kidding me?
You kidding me? Huh?
Asshole driver.
Asshole! Gonna tip?
[knocking softly]
Jeez. Argh...
Screw this.
[knocking loudly]
[sinister music swells]
Whoa. Um...
S... Sorry! Um...
Hello?
[scoffs]
[distant piano music]
Um...
Hello? Is-Is anybody home?
[distant piano music continues]
Oh, Mr. Plow, you, uh...
you're missing a tip!
And you owe me some money for
the damages you did to my car.
Okay, so, so...
so pay up or, uh, lawyer up.
Yeah.
[scoffs]
Righteous...
[piano music continues]
[muttering softly]
[piano music stops]
[tense music]
[sighs]
What's this?
Oh.
Handsome devil. Prick.
Okay. That should be enough
for Deputy Cummings.
[eerie music]
[distant thud]
Hello?
Mark? Fuck...
[ominous music]
[distant muffled cry]
[muffled mumbling]
[muffled groaning]
[muffled screaming]
[Lee stammering]
[muffled screaming]
Why-- I don't know what
to, uh... Where is...?
[muffled screaming]
Where's the...?
[muffled grunting]
Okay...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you doing? I--
- Shh, shh.
- I turned the music off.
Oh! Hey, hey, hey, hey...
[growling]
[ominous music]
[breathing heavily]
Oh, jeez...
I'm not staying here.
What are you doing? Hey!
Hey, look, I think we just get
the fuck out of here, okay?
Oh, fuck...
Look. Listen to me, okay?
Just, just...
What are you doing?
[breathing heavily]
No, no, no, no! Go!
[panting]
What?
What are you...
What are you doing?
What the hell is she doing?
[grunts]
Fuck...
Fuck...
[breathing heavily]
Fuck!
[sinister music]
[breathing heavily]
Fuck.
We're getting the hell
out of here, Reggie!
[grunts]
[whirring]
[tires screeching]
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was that?
Not righteous. Not righteous.
[car dings]
No, no, don't!
No, come on! Come on, no!
Fuck! Fuck!
[whimpering]
Please...
[tense music]
[engine revving]
[siren wailing]
[thudding]
[siren blipping]
[indistinct police
radio chatter]
[tense music]
[engine sputtering]
Oh, Nathan... I am so glad
to see you. Jesus Christ.
- Jesus Christ indeed.
What kind of driving was that?
Forget it's winter?!
- Nathan, what...
Listen to me. Okay?
Listen, you gotta--
- I'm up here looking
for the missing hikers, okay?
I find some wrecked car
in the trees in there.
It's so weird.
And now this. Are you drunk?
'Cause that was some
reckless driving.
And stop calling me Nathan!
It's Deputy Cummings!
You better give me
the answers, buddy.
And Leland... This goddamn fish.
- Nathan, you need to get
on the walkie-talkie, okay?
Right now.
There is someone after me.
Mr. Plow! Okay? The snowplow
truck guy
that-that was from before.
He's got...
He's got some murder lodge
up in the mountains, okay?
A woman is dead!
- Mr. Plow?
- Yeah,
you need to call in the cavalry!
- Leland, Mr. P--
Mr. Plow? What are you smoking?
Huh? What are you smoking?
- What...
- Is that your blood?
Look at me. Look at me.
- No.
- Is that your blood?
Goddammit, get out of the car.
[Lee stammering]
Get out!
Hands!
You know, Leland,
this is just...
[handcuffs clinking]
This is too much.
This is too much, okay?
Now we gotta go.
You understand? Okay?
We gotta go. Hm?
- Wait, you're not even gonna
read me my rights?
[chuckling]
- Your rights?
Shut up, Leland.
Just get in the car.
Watch your head. Jeez.
Goddammit.
- Moron... You need to get
someone up here!
- Hey, hey, hey!
No need for name-calling, jeez.
Dispatch, this is Car 22--
- Nathan, you're making
a mistake!
- It's Deputy Cummings!
Now, shut up!
- Dispatch. What's your status?
- Yeah, dispatch.
I was on Greenwood Mountain,
searching for
the missing hikers.
I got a suspect,
who was driving erratically.
And uh, he's got blood on him.
It's not his own.
Suspect's name is Leland Shaw.
I'm bringing him in.
[tense music]
What the hell is that?
- Nathan, drive!
- I told you to shut up. Okay?
Look, let me just see
what this guy wants.
- No, no, no, that's Mr. Plow!
No! No, get in the car!
- Hey! What seems to be
the trouble here?
Turn off your engine
and get out of the truck,
please!
[rustling]
Hey. Hey, Leland!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Leland!
Hey! Where are you going?
[plow engine rumbling]
Stop!
[tires screeching]
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[engine revving]
[gunshot]
[low horn blaring]
Hey! Ahh!
- Fucking Nathan...
Deputy fucking Cummings.
Asshole.
Fucking Deputy fucking Dickwad!
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
Shit...
Fucking Nathan...
This is so fucked.
[mysterious instrumental music]
[scoffs]
Really?
[breathing heavily]
[light music playing
over speakers]
- Keep that away from my pumps!
[breathing heavily]
[light music continues]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
You break out of prison?
- I have to use the phone.
- You gonna pay for
that water, sir?
- Yeah. Fine. Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Phone now? Please.
- The phone's not working.
- What?
- Cheapskate owner
didn't pay his phone bills.
- What? Aren't-aren't
you the owner?
- Sorry.
- Well, okay,
do you have a cell phone?
Uh, an iPhone? Android?
Fucking BlackBerry?
[scoffs]
Uh... Twenty...
Twenty dollars on Pump 2.
[unsettling music]
Hey, hey, hey, you got
a cell phone, right?
No? Fuck!
[intense music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[low horn blaring]
[sniffs]
[intense music continues]
[soft tense music]
[tense music building]
[phone chiming repeatedly]
[laughing]
Oh, now they start coming in?
[breathing heavily]
[low horn blaring]
Fuck!
[groans]
[soft unsettling music]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music]
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
[engine rumbling]
[exhales deeply]
[shovel clanging]
[gear shift clunks]
[engine revving]
Ah, come on, you fuck! Ah!
Ah!
[suspenseful music]
[whimpering]
Oh, God...
[soft tense music]
[ominous music building]
[low horn blaring]
[tense instrumental music]
[tense music fades]
[brakes squealing]
[breathing heavily]
[low horn blaring]
What?
Oh, shit...
[low horn blaring]
[cracking]
[suspenseful music]
[cracking]
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music continues]
[engine rumbling]
Yeah! Take that, motherfucker!
That's right! Fuck yeah!
Woo!
[water spraying]
[gasping]
[laughing]
[Lee]: Fuck.
[Rebecca]: Good morning,
princess.
- Where...
- Don't worry.
You're fine. A-okay.
You just had a little bump.
That's all. So, take it easy.
- Wh-Where am I?
- You had a little accident.
- Hey. Hey, what...?
Um...
Yeah, I...
[sighs]
Guys, I-I still got time.
- Do you think this is
playtime in the park?
That amount
right there is pitiful.
Have you been driving around
with your thumb up your ass?
And then when we catch you,
you try to run out on us?
You're dumber than you look.
- You were following me?
- We were keeping an eye on you.
Just in case.
And boy, were we right.
Couldn't push enough chop suey,
huh?
I mean, we almost lost you there
for a little bit.
But then we found you again.
Lady Luck shines down on us now.
- I wasn't running
away from you--
- I'll be the judge of that,
you little prick!
[breathing heavily]
- Give me my fish.
- Excuse me?
- Give me my damn fish.
- Ah, I didn't quite catch that.
What did you say?
- Please, give me
my damn fish, Rebecca!
- Oh! This little guy?
Yeah, sure.
[gasps]
Huh.
- Um...
I know this going to make me
sound like a jerk-ass,
and this is badly timed,
but I, um,
I got his order ready.
- Joe, could you fuck off,
please?
- You betcha.
[laughing]
- You got something
to say there, Lee?
- What kind of people you got
working for you, Rebecca?
'Cause I'd say you got some
sick fucks in your employment.
- Come again?
- Who's the psycho
in the snowplow truck that
you got working for you? Hm?
- Excuse me, the snowplow truck?
- The guy with
the snowplow truck, Rebecca!
Mr. Plow!
- I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Lee.
You got a phone
in this shithole?
- Yeah. Just out here.
- Go make the call.
Get the boys here.
[mysterious music]
[chuckling]
[dial tone]
- I was gonna buy a food truck.
I was gonna make food
for people, be my own boss.
I had it all planned,
all figured out.
It wasn't supposed
to be like this.
- I know you're a good guy, Lee.
Despite all the shit
thrown your way,
and all not making
your lucky break,
you still persevere.
- Yeah.
- It's commendable.
But you're just
one of those guys
that keeps on making
the same mistakes.
You're like a drunk at the bar
who doesn't know when
to quit and go home.
And this is what happens
when you run out
on paying a debt back to me.
[tense music]
[thudding]
[knocking]
[rattling]
What the hell?
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Shut up, Lee!
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[sinister music]
[soft tense music]
[creaking]
[axe thuds]
[squealing]
- Shit...
[shouting]
You fucking animal!
[shouting]
Quick...
[grunting]
Please.
I'm sorry.
[sinister music building]
[grunts]
[sinister music]
Okay...
Where's a cop when you need one?
We're gonna be fine, buddy.
[chuckles]
Okay...
What?
No...
[grunts]
[Nathan]: Dead Man's Curve
is closed until further notice.
- Shit...
[sighs]
Fucking Nathan, fuck.
[engine revving]
Come on!
[sinister music]
Oh... fuck it!
[suspenseful music]
What do you want from me?!
What do you want from me?
[engine revving]
[low horn blaring]
Leave me alone!
[engine revving]
[engine revving]
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck! Please, please!
Please, leave me alone! Please!
[whimpering]
No!
Fuck! Hold on, Reggie!
[whimpering]
Oh, please, God!
[music stops abruptly]
[brakes squealing]
[breathing heavily]
[soft music]
[suspenseful music]
Oh!
Let... me... go!
[whimpering]
[grunting]
[panting]
[tense music]
[laughing]
[soft tense music]
[brakes squealing]
- What's his name?
- Reggie.
- I had a turtle once.
Called him Buck.
- Great.
- Told you the mountain
was dangerous.
- Got any tools on you?
[radio host]: Good morning,
Nisswa.
Another cold and frosty morning.
But at least it ain't snowing.
So, now down
to serious business.
Top story of the day
is what's being referred to
by the police
as "the snowplow massacre".
Reports have been heard
of a maniacal snowplow
truck driver causing mayhem.
A house of murder was discovered
on Greenwood Mountain.
And multiple fatalities
found at a local pizzeria
outside of town,
with one female survivor.
Police have yet
to comment further on this case.
But stay tuned for more on this
ongoing and breaking story.
- Throw it away,
heat it up in the microwave.
I don't give a shit.
- Why the hell are you
only wearing one shoe?
- How much for this?
[soft eerie music]
[birds chirping]
[phone ringing]
Hello? This is Lee.
- Leland! Where the hell
have you been?
I've been after you all night.
What's the matter?
You complain about orders
not coming in,
but then they do come in,
and you ignore them all?
What the hell is wrong with you?
What kept you?
- Up yours, Lester.
- What? Excus--
[call ends]
- Hey, Gus. It's Lee.
- What do you want, Lee?
You want more
of our time to waste?
- I got your money.
Now, that food truck is mine.
You can tell those other buyers
to go spit.
- You got the money? You?
[chuckling]
You better not be telling me
some tall tale.
- Nope. Nope, it's real.
- Alright. Sounds like
we're in business.
You want to come by my office
and check it out?
- You mind
if I come by tomorrow?
I had myself a rough night.
[engine revving]
[upbeat music]