The Bad Shepherd (2024) Movie Script
1
- Yo!
- Watch out!
- Fuck.
- You think she's dead?
- I don't know.
Hey guys, she's got a gun.
- Car's loaded with guns.
- Yeah, hunting rifles.
We're on a hunting trip,
she's got a pistol
tucked in the back of her pants.
Normal people don't do that.
Oh, God.
- Doesn't look like
she's breathing.
- Shit. Is she alive?
- She's been shot.
We definitely need
to call the cops.
- We need to think about
what we're gonna say.
We say the truth.
- That we hit her
with our big fucking truck?
- She stumbled in the
middle of the road.
We didn't do anything wrong.
- Cops aren't gonna
buy that, man.
- That's why I told
you to leave her alone.
- I don't care.
I'm calling the police.
- Put the phone away, Paul.
- What is it?
- Come see.
We gotta think about
what we're gonna do here.
- You think it's stolen?
- I don't think she
was headed to the bank
to make a deposit.
- Guys, we're standing
in the middle of the road
with a dead body
and a duffle bag full of money.
Anybody could drive
by any minute now
and whatever we're gonna do,
let's just do it now.
- This doesn't change anything.
We need to call the police.
- No, this changes everything.
- Are we absolutely
sure she's dead?
- She's dead, brother.
- So what are you saying?
- All right, think about
this before you say no.
We're going in the
woods anyways, right?
Can put her in the
back of the truck,
give her a proper burial,
and then we'll split
the money between us.
- Are you outta
your fucking mind?
- I said, think about it, Paul.
There has to be over
a million dollars in here.
That's like 250,000 a piece.
You're 35 years old running
a failed auto garage.
You telling me you
can't use money?
- I'm telling you
that there's a, a dead girl
on the side of the road
and we need to call the police.
- Police aren't gonna bring
her back to life, Paul.
- Jesus. Okay.
Let's ignore the dead body
for a second, okay?
We don't know where
this money came from.
Besides, we're just,
we're not the type of people
who go to the fucking
forest and bury a body.
We have families.
- It's over
a million dollars, bro?
- We don't know how
much money's in the bag.
- Fine, fine. We don't know
how much money's in here.
But we've never seen money
like this in our lives.
It, it makes no sense
to call the cops.
They're just gonna put it in
an evidence locker somewhere
or steal it themselves.
- What if whoever shot her
decides they want
the money back?
- That's why we have
to bury the body.
If she's underground,
then they can't track her to us.
But if we call the cops,
they could file a report.
And we can't risk that.
If we wanna keep this money,
we need to get rid of that body.
- Somebody's gotta do it.
Might as well be us.
- Thank you.
That's what I'm saying.
- Can you talk some sense
into these two, please?
- I've been drinking,
Paul. Okay?
I'm not drunk,
but, but I can't swear
I'm within the legal limit.
I've already got two DUI's, man.
Look, I don't want a divorce
and I don't wanna go to jail.
- Then it's settled.
- Any one of us could say
we were driving,
it doesn't have to be Travis.
- But it was Travis.
You wanna say we
were driving and risk
an involuntary
manslaughter charge?
You got a wife
and daughter to think about.
See, I'm not gonna do it.
I got my girl and the two boys.
And Leonard's got Jared.
Let's have a vote.
- No, we're not voting
on anything,
I'm calling the police.
- You're not making
unilateral decisions here.
- What the fuck, man?
- We're in this together.
We're gonna decide together.
Let's have a fucking vote.
Okay, man.
- Now.
- Losing your cool
is not gonna help anybody.
Keep it together.
- How you fellas doing?
- Could be better.
Having some engine trouble.
- Let's get your hands outta
your pockets, clear the road.
What you doing out here?
- Supposed to be in
a hunting trip.
- Hunting for what?
- Deer.
- You happen to see
a young lady walking along
the side of the road,
dark hair, about your height?
She'd have been
carrying a duffle bag.
- No sir.
- I figured not.
It'd be too easy.
So, what seems to be the trouble
with your brand new truck?
- She kind of just sputtered out
and we haven't had
a chance to look yet.
- Well, did you run outta gas?
- Uh, I know you
think us city folk are dumb,
but we're not that bad.
- Oh, you'd be surprised
what I seen out here.
This one fella tried to
poach himself a bear,
hung bait all around his camp,
thing chewed his face off.
- Yeah, we, we got
plenty in the tank.
- Why don't you pop the latch?
I'll take a look
underneath the hood.
- Really, you don't have to.
- Oh, I'd be happy to.
My dad and I used to work
on cars when I was a boy.
We built a 1966 Buick Skylark.
If we're being honest,
I miss it.
- Yo, Paul and I fix
cars for a living.
We got this covered.
- Sure.
I'd like to take a quick look.
Go on and pop the latch.
- Joe, Joe,
put the fucking gun down!
- I dare you to pull that
fucking service weapon.
- You can't
shoot a cop, John.
- Why don't you listen
to your friends here?
This don't need to get no
worse than it already is.
- Everybody shut the fuck up.
I'm handling this.
How do we know this
guy's a real cop?
- Come on, John.
Just put the gun down.
- We got a dead body
wrapped in a tarp, Travis,
and a duffle bag full of
fucking money in the car.
You think anyone's gonna
believe that what happened here
was an accident?
Sorry, man.
You drove into the wrong
situation at the wrong time.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- Drop your weapon!
- You drop yours.
- Yo, put the gun down, John!
- Shut the fuck up, Travis!
I'm handling this.
- Drop your fucking weapon!
I'm not gonna say it again!
- No, you're done.
- What the fuck did you do?
- It needed to be done.
Hey, the way I see it, right?
We have a car over
there that implicates
the lady in the cop's murder.
You know, he was
shot with her gun.
So we go through with
our original plan,
put her in the fucking truck,
bury her,
put the cop in the trunk
of the police car,
drive it off the road
into the woods.
Somebody will find it sooner
or later, but that won't matter
'cause they'll think
they know who did it
and it won't be us, all right?
Someone has to erase
the dash cam footage.
Once we do that,
go to the cabin,
count the fucking
money and relax.
Hey, this changes the
way you guys look at me,
then so be it.
We could spend the rest of our
lives and never talk again.
I'm not walking away
from that money.
- He's right.
I don't like it, but he's right.
It's too late to back out now.
Let's just do it and get
it over with.
- Okay. So what are
we supposed to do now?
- Do what we came to do.
Bury the body, go fucking hunt.
- I'll gonna grab the rest
of the shit from the truck.
- Gonna say it again!
- Hey, can I borrow your phone?
- Thanks.
I'll bring it right back.
- Hey, hey, Trav.
Is, is everything okay?
I've been trying to
call Paul all morning,
but he's not answering.
- Since when do you
call Travis Trav?
- Paul?
- Yeah.
- Hey, are you okay?
I keep calling you
and you're not answering.
- I'm fine.
I'm just tired, I guess.
I just wanted to
check on you and Amber.
- We're fine.
We're just hanging out
watching a movie.
Ah, do you wanna talk to her?
- Yeah.
- Oh, okay, hold on.
Baby, someone's on
the phone for you.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, sweetie, how you doing?
- I'm good. Me and Mommy are
watching a movie, eating pizza.
- That sounds like fun.
- It is.
- Have you called Connie?
- She called me a few times,
but I didn't pick up.
- She's gonna worry.
- Yeah, I texted her I'm okay.
If we talk, she'd hear something
was wrong with my voice
and I have to lie to her.
- Oh, you're gonna
have to lie eventually.
You know, she tried
to convince me not to
come on this hunting trip.
I almost wish
I would've listened.
- Almost?
- Half a million dollars
is a lot of money, Paul.
Only make about 28
a year after taxes.
- I'd pay you
more if I could, Travis.
- I get it, man.
It wasn't a dig.
You gotta run your business.
What are you gonna tell her?
- Ah, nothing.
I'll open a safe deposit box.
It'll be there when we need it.
I'll keep working.
Might cut down my hours some.
You're not gonna say
anything to Megan, are you?
- No.
- I used to think John
was looking out for me.
Now I wonder if
he's just looking
for a reason to hurt somebody.
- I don't know, Leonard.
Maybe it's both.
You guys want some?
John.
- Not another step.
- I believe you gentlemen have
something that belongs to me.
- Leonard, frisk him.
Leonard, fucking frisk him, man.
- He's unarmed.
- I have no intentions
of harming anyone.
- What does he think we have?
- I don't think anything,
I know it.
You gentlemen have my money
and I'm here to collect.
- How'd you find us?
- It wasn't difficult.
What's to stop me
from shooting you
in the face right now?
- Nothing, but as I said,
I have no intentions
of harming anyone.
I believe that I
can convince you
that it is in your best interest
to let me walk away
with the money.
And I'd appreciate if
you hear my argument.
- You're wasting your time.
- Time is all I have, John.
- How do you know my name?
- As I said,
I know great many things.
I know 'em about you, you,
you and you too, Leonard.
I never walk into a situation
that I do not understand.
So how about you gentlemen
lower your weapons
and we can discuss this
like civilized men.
- Sit down.
Leonard, go get the
zip ties in the cabin.
- Now if that make
you feel more at ease,
I'm happy to comply.
There's no need to bind me.
I came here only to talk.
And as you see, I am unarmed.
- Sit the fuck down.
- You mind if I smoke one last
cigarette before I'm bound?
- You try anything,
I'll fucking shoot you, man.
- I don't doubt it,
but I suspect
it won't produce the
result you'd hope for.
You gentlemen seem a bit tense.
- Yeah, you seem too calm.
- I try to avoid stress.
It is bad for one's health.
- I'm not
convinced he's alone.
- Do you have
a signal for your men?
- Mm.
Now if I say there's
no one in the woods,
you wouldn't believe me.
But if I tell you
there's people out there
with rifles trained on you,
well shit, there's nothing
you could do about it.
So you see, my friend,
the question's irrelevant.
- Do you have men in
the woods? Yes or no?
- I prefer
to work alone.
- I don't believe you.
- I already said you wouldn't.
- I think we should
go out there and see
if he's got anyone else.
- I'll stay with the money
while you guys go look.
- Why do you stay
with the money?
- Cause if this guy tries
anything, I don't trust you
to do what needs to be done.
- Fine. You stay here where
you're an easy target.
Leonard, grab a gun. Let's go.
- Come on, Travis.
Let's get him inside.
- Move.
Where do you wanna tie him off?
- Grab a chair from the kitchen.
- Yo, John. I got him tied up.
So what do we do with him now?
- Let's see what
the boys bring back.
- What if they don't come back?
- Then there's
1.2 million a piece.
- That's not funny, man.
- I'm not trying to be funny,
but that also confirms
that there's people out there,
and we gotta deal with it.
Now if we keep him as a hostage,
we might have a chance.
- No!
- Hey, hey!
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
- I live here.
I live here with my family.
I have a family. We live here
in the forest, I live here.
- How many men does he have?
- Please, let me go!
Please let me--
- How many fucking men
does he have?
- Please, please, leave me,
please leave me alone.
Please let me go.
Please let me go, I just..
- Get him up, Leonard.
- Get up!
- Get up!
- No, no!
Oh my God, no!
- Walk!
Fuck.
- You brought one back?
- Says he
doesn't know anything.
Who are you people?
- We're the men gonna shoot
you don't start talking.
How many others are out there?
- I don't know.
- But there's more
than just you?
- There's just me.
I just wanna go home.
I just wanna go home to my wife,
my, my kid, my daughter.
- What are you
doing in the woods?
- I live there. I live there.
And there's only one of me,
I think.
And my wife and my daughter.
I have a family.
I wanna go back to them.
- Answer my question. What are
you doing out in the woods?
- I was checking the traps.
I was checking the traps.
Somebody has to check the traps.
There's only me to do,
if there was another me,
I would know 'cause I would
see 'em check the traps.
- This guy's lying.
You know something
you're not telling me.
- No.
- Tell me what you know.
- Uh, ah, I know
a bobcat has 230 bones.
230 bones in a bobcat.
I know, I counted 'em exactly.
230, exactly.
- You seen anyone
else out there?
- These two.
- Besides them?
- There is nobody else.
- I think he's telling the
truth, John.
- Travis is right.
We should let him go.
- You're a nice man.
- Oh, we can't.
- Come on, man.
He doesn't know anything.
- Yeah, he didn't know anything
until you brought him to camp.
But now he's seen too much.
We can't risk this guy
going to the cops, man.
- I won't say nothing to nobody.
I swear, I swear.
I didn't see anything.
I don't even understand.
Just let me go back home.
I wanna go home.
We can't trust him, John.
- Look at him. Look at him.
He could say anything.
Nobody would believe him.
- I won't say nothing to nobody.
Just let me go
back into the woods.
I wanna be with my wife
and my daughter.
I need to feed her.
- Who's gonna do it?
- Who's gonna do what?
Are you guys fucking serious?
- I'm not doing it this time.
- I'll do it.
- Please,
I'm a nice man. Please.
I don't know anything.
I don't know anything.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know--
- Shut up!
Shut the fuck up! Turn around!
Turn around!
- Don't do it!
- Get on your knees!
- Please.
- Turn around!
- Please.
- Stare straight ahead!
- Be a nice man. Please.
- I said stare straight!
- Don't think too much, huh?
- Help me! Help me!
Please, man, help me.
Help me. No, no, no!
John, I can't.
I can't John, I can't.
- You will.
I'm not fucking around
with you, Leonard!
- No, please.
- You are gonna do it.
Mm.
- Three, two.
- No! No!
One.
- It's a strange thing,
isn't it?
People believe they
have moral boundaries,
lines they will not cross.
But in my experience,
those lines are imaginary.
You do not cross
'em because you need
to have a reason
or an opportunity.
But violence used to be
a part of life.
The mere humiliation
that people experience
on a daily basis, well, shit,
that was a cause for murder.
But people haven't changed.
That violence is still there.
The rage walled off inside them.
Poke one hole in the
dam holding it back
and it comes rushing
out with a vengeance.
I see that rage
inside of you, John.
You know good and well that
man did not work for me,
but you killed him anyway.
You know, I thought it
was about the money,
but I'm starting to think
maybe you enjoy the killing.
I can't blame you.
I'm a hunting man myself.
I love the hunt.
Hmm, there's nothing like
watching your prey from afar,
studying its movements,
and then when you get up close
and you stared it the eye,
Ooh, that rush,
that rush seconds before
you know you're about to
take its life.
John, I know finding
that money must feel like
a blessing in disguise.
But I can assure you one thing.
I know a great many things,
and I know that money,
that's the beginning
of your demise.
Will the rest of your
friends be joining us?
- They need more time.
- Hmm.
Then we shall wait.
Not to be a pessimist,
but I believe you covered
that grave prematurely.
- No one else is dying tonight.
- Well, if you genuinely
want that to be true,
I suggest you let me walk
away with the money now.
One way or another,
I will be leaving with it.
- That ain't happening.
- John, I've been in
tighter situations
than this one,
and I walked away from
each and every one of 'em.
But the men who put me in
those situations, they did not.
- A man can't always be lucky.
- And what makes you
believe that it was luck?
- What if we split
the money with him?
We give him his share
and we let him go.
- I'm not doing that.
- We still don't know.
if he has people out
in the woods, John.
- If he has guys in the woods,
what makes you think
they're gonna wanna
split their take in half?
Now it's either this guy's
by himself and he dies,
or he's working with people
and things get complicated.
There's no fucking
way I'm splitting
that money between us and him.
Or maybe shoot him right now.
See what the real situation is.
- Pull that trigger
and find out.
- Easy.
- Mm.
I wonder if it's
occurred to your friends
that you're not acting like
a man who's never killed before.
- What are you talking about?
- I believe that California
has not faded your mind, John.
Actually,
I'm certain it has not.
- How do you know about that?
- I know a great many things,
and I learn more all the time.
- What happened
in California?
- Nothing happened
in California, Paul.
- Why don't you answer them?
Or should I?
- Oh, California was
a mistake, all right?
It has nothing to do with this.
He's fucking with us.
- I think we should
make that determination.
What happened in California?
- Look, a couple years ago,
I went to Cali on
a business trip.
I met some girl at a bar
and took her back to my hotel.
We did our thing.
The fuck outta here.
What are you doing?
She said that if I didn't
empty my fucking bank account
and give her all my money,
she was gonna call the cops.
Say I fucking raped her.
She set me up.
So we started arguing,
you know, things got heated.
It was a fucking accident.
It was a fucking mistake, it,
heat of the moment.
Come on. You know me, Paul.
- It seems to me that a man
who murdered a young girl
might be willing
to kill his friends
if he can keep over
$2 million in cash.
- You don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, don't I?
Just a few moments ago,
you had a gun to my head
and threatened to kill me, John.
Not to mention all the people
that died at your hand.
- That's different.
I don't even know you.
- Leonard, what?
- Oh, shit.
- Put your gun down, John.
- Shit.
- Now!
- What are you doing?
- Shut up.
If we agree to split
this money with you,
are you willing to
drive away from this?
- I'm afraid your friend was
right about at least one thing.
It's an all or nothing
proposition on my end.
- Okay, don't
fucking move, John.
I'll shoot you in the spine.
I swear to fucking God, man.
- Leonard, what are you doing?
- Back the fuck up.
- What are you gonna shoot me?
Look me in the fucking
eyes when you do.
- Don't you move. Stay back.
- I, I've known you 20 years.
When have I ever done
something to make you feel
you can't trust me?
- Well you put a fucking
gun to my head, John.
- I had no intentions on
using it. You know that.
- You made me kill,
you made me kill a man.
- No, no.
You volunteered to do that.
You remember?
- No.
- You said that you would do it.
- No.
- Yeah.
All I did was help motivate you
so that you could
get it done for us,
to get us out of the situation.
- Don't move.
- Hey, Lenny,
Lenny, look at me.
- Lenny, you know me, huh?
- Hey, Lenny, look at me.
Let's put our guns down.
Let's just put our guns down,
okay?
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Easy.
Oh!
- Hey, hey, look at me.
If you ever put a gun on me,
you better fucking use it.
- John, what are you doing?
- Fucking kill you right now,
motherfucker,
kill you right now!
- Get the fuck off, John.
- John, that's enough.
- I should fucking kill him!
- John, John, John.
- Yo, what
the fuck are you doing?
- I'm getting this
money out of the house.
- Why?
- Are you serious right now?
Do you not see how
out of control we are?
Ever since we found this bag,
our day has been a living hell.
- So you're
just gonna toss it?
- No, I'm gonna
go stash it somewhere
where no one can find it until
we all calm the fuck down
and figure out how we're
gonna get out of this
without all of us
ending up in jail.
- What about John?
- Keep him in the cabin .
- How the fuck am
I supposed to keep John--
- Do whatever
you have to do, Travis.
But keep everybody in the cabin.
- How?!
- I don't care.
Do whatever you have to do.
I'll be back, okay.
I'll be back.
- Knock him out,
tie him up.
- What the fuck did I say?
- I cannot believe this.
- What are
you talking about?
I thought we were
gonna keep it together.
Come on.
He's not gonna take off
with all the money.
- He's gonna freak out.
You know how he gets.
- Had a nice little nap.
Mm, your head hurts.
Got a little boo boo
on the back of your head.
Seems your friends are
making plans of their own.
- John had no
interest in killing you
and you know that.
You're his bucket boy.
- Look at that.
They think you're unstable.
- Look, all right.
Okay, we need to just stop.
Just stop.
- Let me ask you
a question, Johnny.
You trust them boys
with that money?
You think they'll cut you in?
I mean, that was a cold one,
what you did to Leonard.
- Are you out
of your fucking mind?
- Can't say I don't blame you,
the boy seems soft.
Go ahead, Johnny Boy.
Go get me my money.
Yo, John.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- John, just relax.
Just listen.
- What the
fuck are you planning?
Where the fuck is the money?
- Money's in the bag.
Can you just let me explain
it to you, John, okay?
- John,
we need to figure,
we need to talk
about what happened.
- Listen.
- Get the fuck
out of my way.
- Come on, John.
- You're fucking me.
- Make him, hey.
- John,
we can't let you leave!
Stop right now!
- Stop and listen to me.
Please.
John, stop.
- Fuck. Fuck.
Ah, fuck. Fuck.
- You trust Paul
with that money?
- Paul's fine.
- Mm.
I sense something
about you, Travis.
Something about you is uneasy.
You think that money's
gonna help your life?
Make your wife love you more?
Make you not feel like the
loser you know you are?
- You don't
know anything about me.
- Oh, I know you're
a drunk, boy.
Ain't no amount of
money in the world
gonna take that hold off of you.
Hmm, if it wasn't for
that little bit of liquor,
I guess you wouldn't
even be here today,
having me chase down my money.
We rarely, rarely like to accept
the consequences of our actions.
You volunteered
to kill that man.
Now you feel upset, remorseful.
Ain't no amount of remorse
gonna bring that man back.
The real question
is why you do it?
Even if you didn't wanna do it,
you volunteered to do it.
Now you wanna cry
and be all mopey.
You strike me
like a man who's
trying to fit in.
Leonard, you're a sophisticated
man, an educated man,
but meanwhile, you wanna
be one of the boys,
but you ain't one of them.
No, you are nothing like them.
They're savages, buffoons.
I'll make my last
proposition to you boys.
You give my money
and I spare your lives.
- Drop the pistol.
- No, man. I'm not dropping it.
- I will shoot you.
- If you kill me then
you won't find the money.
- I said I was
going to kill you.
I said I was gonna shoot you.
- John, I'm fucking tired.
If you want the
fucking money, following me.
Here.
I'll fucking take you to it.
- Turn around.
Start walking.
Ow, ah!
Oh, please. Fuck, fuck,
Oh,
don't fuck with...
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry.
Oh, please. Oh, please.
Come on, Paul, please, please.
Paul, please.
Come on, bro, Paul.
Please, please, I'm sorry, Paul.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Paul, please.
Paul, Paul! Please.
- What if his
people followed you?
What if they saw
where you hid it?
- Well then it's gone.
- I will tell you
what you can do, Paul.
You can hand me that duffle bag
and let me drive
away with that money.
And no harm will come to you
or your friends by my hand.
And as I said,
I will be walking away
with that money
one way or another.
- No harm will come
to us by your hand?
- That is correct. As long as
I get what's rightfully mine.
- Then your men will
do your dirty work.
- Mm. I said no such thing.
But you can draw
your own conclusion.
- Guys, what are
we gonna do about John?
- What do you mean?
- We can't leave him in
the woods by himself.
with his leg caught in
a frigging animal trap.
We gotta bring him
a jug of water or something.
- If you want this to end,
and I sense you gentlemen do,
you can untie me
and take me to that money.
- You're not
getting that money back.
- For all you know,
I already have it.
God! Fuck!
Ah!
- Boy, you know my
men followed Paul
back to his hiding spot,
and they collected
it once he left.
- If that happened,
then we'd be dead.
You don't have men in
the woods at all, do you?
- I said that from
the beginning.
- Who are you?
- My name is Sidney.
- How did you know
about California?
- Well, I know
a great many things.
- You keep saying that.
- Because it bears repeating.
I can hear your thoughts.
And right now,
I'm the only one in this room
being completely honest.
- Yeah, well every person on
this earth has told a lie.
- Yeah, but not everybody
has made their friends
raise the product
of their betrayal.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Yo, you need to shut
your fucking mouth!
We need to kill this guy. Okay?
Don't you all see
he's playing us?
- We're not killing anybody.
There's something going on here
and he's the only
way to find out.
- Oh, fuck!
- It's freezing out here.
You sure this is the spot?
- I know it's the spot.
- Where the fuck is John?
- I don't fucking know.
He's not here.
- Where's the money?
- Let's focus on
finding John first,
not the fucking money.
- I'm sorry man,
but I need that money.
- Come on, Paul.
- "Come on, Paul," what?
- Take us.
- Look at what
we've become, man.
- Just take us.
- Take us where?
To John or the money?
Is Amber my daughter?
- No.
You dirty fuck.
You come to my house every
Christmas with presents
and you play with her like
she's your own fucking kid.
- I love that girl, man.
- So do I.
I've raised her for
the last seven years.
Where have you been, man?
Ah, why wouldn't you tell me?
I've never wanted to kill
somebody so fucking bad.
You're not worth it.
You're not worth anything.
Let's get your fucking money,
you piece of shit.
Clean this shit up.
Let's go, Leonard.
I think this is it.
- Well where is it?
- It's in the tree.
- Well get it out.
- You want it, you go fucking
get it.
- Let's go.
- All right, let's find John.
- Fuck John.
- What?
- You were probably right.
He's dead by now.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
No, Travis, we have to find him.
We can't just-
Get back.
John, you don't have to do this!
We were coming
back for you, man!
I'm sorry.
I didn't wanna shoot you.
- Where are you, Lenny?
- I'm here.
- Show yourself!
- Yo, what the
hell are you doing?
- We need to end this.
If, if I drop my gun,
will you drop yours?
- You first.
- Okay.
- Are you fucking crazy?
- I'm tossing my gun.
I'm coming out, John.
I'm unarmed.
It's okay.
I trust him.
I'm sorry, John.
I just want this to be over.
You're one of my best friends.
- Okay. Okay.
Want this to be over?
This can all be over.
Just give me the money.
You give me the
money and I'll leave.
This will all be over.
Bring it to me.
What the fuck are you doing?
Paul?
You done there, Paul?
- Most predators,
whether they're individual
or pack herders,
kill prey the same way.
They chase it down and attack.
This method has
never appealed to me.
I find that if you
give him enough reason,
men like dogs,
will kill each other.
Throw a scrap of meat to
a pack of starving mutts
and watch 'em fight over
to all but one are dead.
If you hunt dogs,
then they done did
the work for you.
Same theory applies if
you're a hunter of men.
- The sun will rise in
a few hours
and you will find
yourself feeling weak.
You should sleep
and let your body heal.
But the evening will come again
and when it does,
you will feel more vital
than you ever felt
before in your life.
And you will thank me
for what I've done.
Don't look at me
like that, Paul.
I did you a favor.
I set you free from
the chains of humanity.
Alleviated you from the sickness
that is the human condition.
The same illness that
can turn lifelong friends
against each other
in a second's time.
Many were the moments
that I presented
the opportunity for you
and your friends
to trade in that money
for their lives.
You happen to see
a young lady walking along
the side of the road?
She'd have been
carrying a duffle bag?
- No, sir.
- You gentlemen have my money
and I'm here to collect.
But at every turn,
it became more evident
what they truly value.
They were willing to
sacrifice anyone or anything.
- No!
- For that precious duffle bag.
This is what
humanity has wrought.
A wife who betrayed
you with your closest
and dearest friend,
a lush of a man
who you employed
when no other would,
a leach who fed off your palm
and betrayed your family.
Where's the morality in that?
I'm a hunting man myself.
I love the hunt. Hmm.
- Yo!
- Watch out!
- Fuck.
- You think she's dead?
- I don't know.
Hey guys, she's got a gun.
- Car's loaded with guns.
- Yeah, hunting rifles.
We're on a hunting trip,
she's got a pistol
tucked in the back of her pants.
Normal people don't do that.
Oh, God.
- Doesn't look like
she's breathing.
- Shit. Is she alive?
- She's been shot.
We definitely need
to call the cops.
- We need to think about
what we're gonna say.
We say the truth.
- That we hit her
with our big fucking truck?
- She stumbled in the
middle of the road.
We didn't do anything wrong.
- Cops aren't gonna
buy that, man.
- That's why I told
you to leave her alone.
- I don't care.
I'm calling the police.
- Put the phone away, Paul.
- What is it?
- Come see.
We gotta think about
what we're gonna do here.
- You think it's stolen?
- I don't think she
was headed to the bank
to make a deposit.
- Guys, we're standing
in the middle of the road
with a dead body
and a duffle bag full of money.
Anybody could drive
by any minute now
and whatever we're gonna do,
let's just do it now.
- This doesn't change anything.
We need to call the police.
- No, this changes everything.
- Are we absolutely
sure she's dead?
- She's dead, brother.
- So what are you saying?
- All right, think about
this before you say no.
We're going in the
woods anyways, right?
Can put her in the
back of the truck,
give her a proper burial,
and then we'll split
the money between us.
- Are you outta
your fucking mind?
- I said, think about it, Paul.
There has to be over
a million dollars in here.
That's like 250,000 a piece.
You're 35 years old running
a failed auto garage.
You telling me you
can't use money?
- I'm telling you
that there's a, a dead girl
on the side of the road
and we need to call the police.
- Police aren't gonna bring
her back to life, Paul.
- Jesus. Okay.
Let's ignore the dead body
for a second, okay?
We don't know where
this money came from.
Besides, we're just,
we're not the type of people
who go to the fucking
forest and bury a body.
We have families.
- It's over
a million dollars, bro?
- We don't know how
much money's in the bag.
- Fine, fine. We don't know
how much money's in here.
But we've never seen money
like this in our lives.
It, it makes no sense
to call the cops.
They're just gonna put it in
an evidence locker somewhere
or steal it themselves.
- What if whoever shot her
decides they want
the money back?
- That's why we have
to bury the body.
If she's underground,
then they can't track her to us.
But if we call the cops,
they could file a report.
And we can't risk that.
If we wanna keep this money,
we need to get rid of that body.
- Somebody's gotta do it.
Might as well be us.
- Thank you.
That's what I'm saying.
- Can you talk some sense
into these two, please?
- I've been drinking,
Paul. Okay?
I'm not drunk,
but, but I can't swear
I'm within the legal limit.
I've already got two DUI's, man.
Look, I don't want a divorce
and I don't wanna go to jail.
- Then it's settled.
- Any one of us could say
we were driving,
it doesn't have to be Travis.
- But it was Travis.
You wanna say we
were driving and risk
an involuntary
manslaughter charge?
You got a wife
and daughter to think about.
See, I'm not gonna do it.
I got my girl and the two boys.
And Leonard's got Jared.
Let's have a vote.
- No, we're not voting
on anything,
I'm calling the police.
- You're not making
unilateral decisions here.
- What the fuck, man?
- We're in this together.
We're gonna decide together.
Let's have a fucking vote.
Okay, man.
- Now.
- Losing your cool
is not gonna help anybody.
Keep it together.
- How you fellas doing?
- Could be better.
Having some engine trouble.
- Let's get your hands outta
your pockets, clear the road.
What you doing out here?
- Supposed to be in
a hunting trip.
- Hunting for what?
- Deer.
- You happen to see
a young lady walking along
the side of the road,
dark hair, about your height?
She'd have been
carrying a duffle bag.
- No sir.
- I figured not.
It'd be too easy.
So, what seems to be the trouble
with your brand new truck?
- She kind of just sputtered out
and we haven't had
a chance to look yet.
- Well, did you run outta gas?
- Uh, I know you
think us city folk are dumb,
but we're not that bad.
- Oh, you'd be surprised
what I seen out here.
This one fella tried to
poach himself a bear,
hung bait all around his camp,
thing chewed his face off.
- Yeah, we, we got
plenty in the tank.
- Why don't you pop the latch?
I'll take a look
underneath the hood.
- Really, you don't have to.
- Oh, I'd be happy to.
My dad and I used to work
on cars when I was a boy.
We built a 1966 Buick Skylark.
If we're being honest,
I miss it.
- Yo, Paul and I fix
cars for a living.
We got this covered.
- Sure.
I'd like to take a quick look.
Go on and pop the latch.
- Joe, Joe,
put the fucking gun down!
- I dare you to pull that
fucking service weapon.
- You can't
shoot a cop, John.
- Why don't you listen
to your friends here?
This don't need to get no
worse than it already is.
- Everybody shut the fuck up.
I'm handling this.
How do we know this
guy's a real cop?
- Come on, John.
Just put the gun down.
- We got a dead body
wrapped in a tarp, Travis,
and a duffle bag full of
fucking money in the car.
You think anyone's gonna
believe that what happened here
was an accident?
Sorry, man.
You drove into the wrong
situation at the wrong time.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
- Drop your weapon!
- You drop yours.
- Yo, put the gun down, John!
- Shut the fuck up, Travis!
I'm handling this.
- Drop your fucking weapon!
I'm not gonna say it again!
- No, you're done.
- What the fuck did you do?
- It needed to be done.
Hey, the way I see it, right?
We have a car over
there that implicates
the lady in the cop's murder.
You know, he was
shot with her gun.
So we go through with
our original plan,
put her in the fucking truck,
bury her,
put the cop in the trunk
of the police car,
drive it off the road
into the woods.
Somebody will find it sooner
or later, but that won't matter
'cause they'll think
they know who did it
and it won't be us, all right?
Someone has to erase
the dash cam footage.
Once we do that,
go to the cabin,
count the fucking
money and relax.
Hey, this changes the
way you guys look at me,
then so be it.
We could spend the rest of our
lives and never talk again.
I'm not walking away
from that money.
- He's right.
I don't like it, but he's right.
It's too late to back out now.
Let's just do it and get
it over with.
- Okay. So what are
we supposed to do now?
- Do what we came to do.
Bury the body, go fucking hunt.
- I'll gonna grab the rest
of the shit from the truck.
- Gonna say it again!
- Hey, can I borrow your phone?
- Thanks.
I'll bring it right back.
- Hey, hey, Trav.
Is, is everything okay?
I've been trying to
call Paul all morning,
but he's not answering.
- Since when do you
call Travis Trav?
- Paul?
- Yeah.
- Hey, are you okay?
I keep calling you
and you're not answering.
- I'm fine.
I'm just tired, I guess.
I just wanted to
check on you and Amber.
- We're fine.
We're just hanging out
watching a movie.
Ah, do you wanna talk to her?
- Yeah.
- Oh, okay, hold on.
Baby, someone's on
the phone for you.
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, sweetie, how you doing?
- I'm good. Me and Mommy are
watching a movie, eating pizza.
- That sounds like fun.
- It is.
- Have you called Connie?
- She called me a few times,
but I didn't pick up.
- She's gonna worry.
- Yeah, I texted her I'm okay.
If we talk, she'd hear something
was wrong with my voice
and I have to lie to her.
- Oh, you're gonna
have to lie eventually.
You know, she tried
to convince me not to
come on this hunting trip.
I almost wish
I would've listened.
- Almost?
- Half a million dollars
is a lot of money, Paul.
Only make about 28
a year after taxes.
- I'd pay you
more if I could, Travis.
- I get it, man.
It wasn't a dig.
You gotta run your business.
What are you gonna tell her?
- Ah, nothing.
I'll open a safe deposit box.
It'll be there when we need it.
I'll keep working.
Might cut down my hours some.
You're not gonna say
anything to Megan, are you?
- No.
- I used to think John
was looking out for me.
Now I wonder if
he's just looking
for a reason to hurt somebody.
- I don't know, Leonard.
Maybe it's both.
You guys want some?
John.
- Not another step.
- I believe you gentlemen have
something that belongs to me.
- Leonard, frisk him.
Leonard, fucking frisk him, man.
- He's unarmed.
- I have no intentions
of harming anyone.
- What does he think we have?
- I don't think anything,
I know it.
You gentlemen have my money
and I'm here to collect.
- How'd you find us?
- It wasn't difficult.
What's to stop me
from shooting you
in the face right now?
- Nothing, but as I said,
I have no intentions
of harming anyone.
I believe that I
can convince you
that it is in your best interest
to let me walk away
with the money.
And I'd appreciate if
you hear my argument.
- You're wasting your time.
- Time is all I have, John.
- How do you know my name?
- As I said,
I know great many things.
I know 'em about you, you,
you and you too, Leonard.
I never walk into a situation
that I do not understand.
So how about you gentlemen
lower your weapons
and we can discuss this
like civilized men.
- Sit down.
Leonard, go get the
zip ties in the cabin.
- Now if that make
you feel more at ease,
I'm happy to comply.
There's no need to bind me.
I came here only to talk.
And as you see, I am unarmed.
- Sit the fuck down.
- You mind if I smoke one last
cigarette before I'm bound?
- You try anything,
I'll fucking shoot you, man.
- I don't doubt it,
but I suspect
it won't produce the
result you'd hope for.
You gentlemen seem a bit tense.
- Yeah, you seem too calm.
- I try to avoid stress.
It is bad for one's health.
- I'm not
convinced he's alone.
- Do you have
a signal for your men?
- Mm.
Now if I say there's
no one in the woods,
you wouldn't believe me.
But if I tell you
there's people out there
with rifles trained on you,
well shit, there's nothing
you could do about it.
So you see, my friend,
the question's irrelevant.
- Do you have men in
the woods? Yes or no?
- I prefer
to work alone.
- I don't believe you.
- I already said you wouldn't.
- I think we should
go out there and see
if he's got anyone else.
- I'll stay with the money
while you guys go look.
- Why do you stay
with the money?
- Cause if this guy tries
anything, I don't trust you
to do what needs to be done.
- Fine. You stay here where
you're an easy target.
Leonard, grab a gun. Let's go.
- Come on, Travis.
Let's get him inside.
- Move.
Where do you wanna tie him off?
- Grab a chair from the kitchen.
- Yo, John. I got him tied up.
So what do we do with him now?
- Let's see what
the boys bring back.
- What if they don't come back?
- Then there's
1.2 million a piece.
- That's not funny, man.
- I'm not trying to be funny,
but that also confirms
that there's people out there,
and we gotta deal with it.
Now if we keep him as a hostage,
we might have a chance.
- No!
- Hey, hey!
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
- I live here.
I live here with my family.
I have a family. We live here
in the forest, I live here.
- How many men does he have?
- Please, let me go!
Please let me--
- How many fucking men
does he have?
- Please, please, leave me,
please leave me alone.
Please let me go.
Please let me go, I just..
- Get him up, Leonard.
- Get up!
- Get up!
- No, no!
Oh my God, no!
- Walk!
Fuck.
- You brought one back?
- Says he
doesn't know anything.
Who are you people?
- We're the men gonna shoot
you don't start talking.
How many others are out there?
- I don't know.
- But there's more
than just you?
- There's just me.
I just wanna go home.
I just wanna go home to my wife,
my, my kid, my daughter.
- What are you
doing in the woods?
- I live there. I live there.
And there's only one of me,
I think.
And my wife and my daughter.
I have a family.
I wanna go back to them.
- Answer my question. What are
you doing out in the woods?
- I was checking the traps.
I was checking the traps.
Somebody has to check the traps.
There's only me to do,
if there was another me,
I would know 'cause I would
see 'em check the traps.
- This guy's lying.
You know something
you're not telling me.
- No.
- Tell me what you know.
- Uh, ah, I know
a bobcat has 230 bones.
230 bones in a bobcat.
I know, I counted 'em exactly.
230, exactly.
- You seen anyone
else out there?
- These two.
- Besides them?
- There is nobody else.
- I think he's telling the
truth, John.
- Travis is right.
We should let him go.
- You're a nice man.
- Oh, we can't.
- Come on, man.
He doesn't know anything.
- Yeah, he didn't know anything
until you brought him to camp.
But now he's seen too much.
We can't risk this guy
going to the cops, man.
- I won't say nothing to nobody.
I swear, I swear.
I didn't see anything.
I don't even understand.
Just let me go back home.
I wanna go home.
We can't trust him, John.
- Look at him. Look at him.
He could say anything.
Nobody would believe him.
- I won't say nothing to nobody.
Just let me go
back into the woods.
I wanna be with my wife
and my daughter.
I need to feed her.
- Who's gonna do it?
- Who's gonna do what?
Are you guys fucking serious?
- I'm not doing it this time.
- I'll do it.
- Please,
I'm a nice man. Please.
I don't know anything.
I don't know anything.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know--
- Shut up!
Shut the fuck up! Turn around!
Turn around!
- Don't do it!
- Get on your knees!
- Please.
- Turn around!
- Please.
- Stare straight ahead!
- Be a nice man. Please.
- I said stare straight!
- Don't think too much, huh?
- Help me! Help me!
Please, man, help me.
Help me. No, no, no!
John, I can't.
I can't John, I can't.
- You will.
I'm not fucking around
with you, Leonard!
- No, please.
- You are gonna do it.
Mm.
- Three, two.
- No! No!
One.
- It's a strange thing,
isn't it?
People believe they
have moral boundaries,
lines they will not cross.
But in my experience,
those lines are imaginary.
You do not cross
'em because you need
to have a reason
or an opportunity.
But violence used to be
a part of life.
The mere humiliation
that people experience
on a daily basis, well, shit,
that was a cause for murder.
But people haven't changed.
That violence is still there.
The rage walled off inside them.
Poke one hole in the
dam holding it back
and it comes rushing
out with a vengeance.
I see that rage
inside of you, John.
You know good and well that
man did not work for me,
but you killed him anyway.
You know, I thought it
was about the money,
but I'm starting to think
maybe you enjoy the killing.
I can't blame you.
I'm a hunting man myself.
I love the hunt.
Hmm, there's nothing like
watching your prey from afar,
studying its movements,
and then when you get up close
and you stared it the eye,
Ooh, that rush,
that rush seconds before
you know you're about to
take its life.
John, I know finding
that money must feel like
a blessing in disguise.
But I can assure you one thing.
I know a great many things,
and I know that money,
that's the beginning
of your demise.
Will the rest of your
friends be joining us?
- They need more time.
- Hmm.
Then we shall wait.
Not to be a pessimist,
but I believe you covered
that grave prematurely.
- No one else is dying tonight.
- Well, if you genuinely
want that to be true,
I suggest you let me walk
away with the money now.
One way or another,
I will be leaving with it.
- That ain't happening.
- John, I've been in
tighter situations
than this one,
and I walked away from
each and every one of 'em.
But the men who put me in
those situations, they did not.
- A man can't always be lucky.
- And what makes you
believe that it was luck?
- What if we split
the money with him?
We give him his share
and we let him go.
- I'm not doing that.
- We still don't know.
if he has people out
in the woods, John.
- If he has guys in the woods,
what makes you think
they're gonna wanna
split their take in half?
Now it's either this guy's
by himself and he dies,
or he's working with people
and things get complicated.
There's no fucking
way I'm splitting
that money between us and him.
Or maybe shoot him right now.
See what the real situation is.
- Pull that trigger
and find out.
- Easy.
- Mm.
I wonder if it's
occurred to your friends
that you're not acting like
a man who's never killed before.
- What are you talking about?
- I believe that California
has not faded your mind, John.
Actually,
I'm certain it has not.
- How do you know about that?
- I know a great many things,
and I learn more all the time.
- What happened
in California?
- Nothing happened
in California, Paul.
- Why don't you answer them?
Or should I?
- Oh, California was
a mistake, all right?
It has nothing to do with this.
He's fucking with us.
- I think we should
make that determination.
What happened in California?
- Look, a couple years ago,
I went to Cali on
a business trip.
I met some girl at a bar
and took her back to my hotel.
We did our thing.
The fuck outta here.
What are you doing?
She said that if I didn't
empty my fucking bank account
and give her all my money,
she was gonna call the cops.
Say I fucking raped her.
She set me up.
So we started arguing,
you know, things got heated.
It was a fucking accident.
It was a fucking mistake, it,
heat of the moment.
Come on. You know me, Paul.
- It seems to me that a man
who murdered a young girl
might be willing
to kill his friends
if he can keep over
$2 million in cash.
- You don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, don't I?
Just a few moments ago,
you had a gun to my head
and threatened to kill me, John.
Not to mention all the people
that died at your hand.
- That's different.
I don't even know you.
- Leonard, what?
- Oh, shit.
- Put your gun down, John.
- Shit.
- Now!
- What are you doing?
- Shut up.
If we agree to split
this money with you,
are you willing to
drive away from this?
- I'm afraid your friend was
right about at least one thing.
It's an all or nothing
proposition on my end.
- Okay, don't
fucking move, John.
I'll shoot you in the spine.
I swear to fucking God, man.
- Leonard, what are you doing?
- Back the fuck up.
- What are you gonna shoot me?
Look me in the fucking
eyes when you do.
- Don't you move. Stay back.
- I, I've known you 20 years.
When have I ever done
something to make you feel
you can't trust me?
- Well you put a fucking
gun to my head, John.
- I had no intentions on
using it. You know that.
- You made me kill,
you made me kill a man.
- No, no.
You volunteered to do that.
You remember?
- No.
- You said that you would do it.
- No.
- Yeah.
All I did was help motivate you
so that you could
get it done for us,
to get us out of the situation.
- Don't move.
- Hey, Lenny,
Lenny, look at me.
- Lenny, you know me, huh?
- Hey, Lenny, look at me.
Let's put our guns down.
Let's just put our guns down,
okay?
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Easy.
Oh!
- Hey, hey, look at me.
If you ever put a gun on me,
you better fucking use it.
- John, what are you doing?
- Fucking kill you right now,
motherfucker,
kill you right now!
- Get the fuck off, John.
- John, that's enough.
- I should fucking kill him!
- John, John, John.
- Yo, what
the fuck are you doing?
- I'm getting this
money out of the house.
- Why?
- Are you serious right now?
Do you not see how
out of control we are?
Ever since we found this bag,
our day has been a living hell.
- So you're
just gonna toss it?
- No, I'm gonna
go stash it somewhere
where no one can find it until
we all calm the fuck down
and figure out how we're
gonna get out of this
without all of us
ending up in jail.
- What about John?
- Keep him in the cabin .
- How the fuck am
I supposed to keep John--
- Do whatever
you have to do, Travis.
But keep everybody in the cabin.
- How?!
- I don't care.
Do whatever you have to do.
I'll be back, okay.
I'll be back.
- Knock him out,
tie him up.
- What the fuck did I say?
- I cannot believe this.
- What are
you talking about?
I thought we were
gonna keep it together.
Come on.
He's not gonna take off
with all the money.
- He's gonna freak out.
You know how he gets.
- Had a nice little nap.
Mm, your head hurts.
Got a little boo boo
on the back of your head.
Seems your friends are
making plans of their own.
- John had no
interest in killing you
and you know that.
You're his bucket boy.
- Look at that.
They think you're unstable.
- Look, all right.
Okay, we need to just stop.
Just stop.
- Let me ask you
a question, Johnny.
You trust them boys
with that money?
You think they'll cut you in?
I mean, that was a cold one,
what you did to Leonard.
- Are you out
of your fucking mind?
- Can't say I don't blame you,
the boy seems soft.
Go ahead, Johnny Boy.
Go get me my money.
Yo, John.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- John, just relax.
Just listen.
- What the
fuck are you planning?
Where the fuck is the money?
- Money's in the bag.
Can you just let me explain
it to you, John, okay?
- John,
we need to figure,
we need to talk
about what happened.
- Listen.
- Get the fuck
out of my way.
- Come on, John.
- You're fucking me.
- Make him, hey.
- John,
we can't let you leave!
Stop right now!
- Stop and listen to me.
Please.
John, stop.
- Fuck. Fuck.
Ah, fuck. Fuck.
- You trust Paul
with that money?
- Paul's fine.
- Mm.
I sense something
about you, Travis.
Something about you is uneasy.
You think that money's
gonna help your life?
Make your wife love you more?
Make you not feel like the
loser you know you are?
- You don't
know anything about me.
- Oh, I know you're
a drunk, boy.
Ain't no amount of
money in the world
gonna take that hold off of you.
Hmm, if it wasn't for
that little bit of liquor,
I guess you wouldn't
even be here today,
having me chase down my money.
We rarely, rarely like to accept
the consequences of our actions.
You volunteered
to kill that man.
Now you feel upset, remorseful.
Ain't no amount of remorse
gonna bring that man back.
The real question
is why you do it?
Even if you didn't wanna do it,
you volunteered to do it.
Now you wanna cry
and be all mopey.
You strike me
like a man who's
trying to fit in.
Leonard, you're a sophisticated
man, an educated man,
but meanwhile, you wanna
be one of the boys,
but you ain't one of them.
No, you are nothing like them.
They're savages, buffoons.
I'll make my last
proposition to you boys.
You give my money
and I spare your lives.
- Drop the pistol.
- No, man. I'm not dropping it.
- I will shoot you.
- If you kill me then
you won't find the money.
- I said I was
going to kill you.
I said I was gonna shoot you.
- John, I'm fucking tired.
If you want the
fucking money, following me.
Here.
I'll fucking take you to it.
- Turn around.
Start walking.
Ow, ah!
Oh, please. Fuck, fuck,
Oh,
don't fuck with...
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'm sorry, Paul.
I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry.
Oh, please. Oh, please.
Come on, Paul, please, please.
Paul, please.
Come on, bro, Paul.
Please, please, I'm sorry, Paul.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Paul, please.
Paul, Paul! Please.
- What if his
people followed you?
What if they saw
where you hid it?
- Well then it's gone.
- I will tell you
what you can do, Paul.
You can hand me that duffle bag
and let me drive
away with that money.
And no harm will come to you
or your friends by my hand.
And as I said,
I will be walking away
with that money
one way or another.
- No harm will come
to us by your hand?
- That is correct. As long as
I get what's rightfully mine.
- Then your men will
do your dirty work.
- Mm. I said no such thing.
But you can draw
your own conclusion.
- Guys, what are
we gonna do about John?
- What do you mean?
- We can't leave him in
the woods by himself.
with his leg caught in
a frigging animal trap.
We gotta bring him
a jug of water or something.
- If you want this to end,
and I sense you gentlemen do,
you can untie me
and take me to that money.
- You're not
getting that money back.
- For all you know,
I already have it.
God! Fuck!
Ah!
- Boy, you know my
men followed Paul
back to his hiding spot,
and they collected
it once he left.
- If that happened,
then we'd be dead.
You don't have men in
the woods at all, do you?
- I said that from
the beginning.
- Who are you?
- My name is Sidney.
- How did you know
about California?
- Well, I know
a great many things.
- You keep saying that.
- Because it bears repeating.
I can hear your thoughts.
And right now,
I'm the only one in this room
being completely honest.
- Yeah, well every person on
this earth has told a lie.
- Yeah, but not everybody
has made their friends
raise the product
of their betrayal.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Yo, you need to shut
your fucking mouth!
We need to kill this guy. Okay?
Don't you all see
he's playing us?
- We're not killing anybody.
There's something going on here
and he's the only
way to find out.
- Oh, fuck!
- It's freezing out here.
You sure this is the spot?
- I know it's the spot.
- Where the fuck is John?
- I don't fucking know.
He's not here.
- Where's the money?
- Let's focus on
finding John first,
not the fucking money.
- I'm sorry man,
but I need that money.
- Come on, Paul.
- "Come on, Paul," what?
- Take us.
- Look at what
we've become, man.
- Just take us.
- Take us where?
To John or the money?
Is Amber my daughter?
- No.
You dirty fuck.
You come to my house every
Christmas with presents
and you play with her like
she's your own fucking kid.
- I love that girl, man.
- So do I.
I've raised her for
the last seven years.
Where have you been, man?
Ah, why wouldn't you tell me?
I've never wanted to kill
somebody so fucking bad.
You're not worth it.
You're not worth anything.
Let's get your fucking money,
you piece of shit.
Clean this shit up.
Let's go, Leonard.
I think this is it.
- Well where is it?
- It's in the tree.
- Well get it out.
- You want it, you go fucking
get it.
- Let's go.
- All right, let's find John.
- Fuck John.
- What?
- You were probably right.
He's dead by now.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
No, Travis, we have to find him.
We can't just-
Get back.
John, you don't have to do this!
We were coming
back for you, man!
I'm sorry.
I didn't wanna shoot you.
- Where are you, Lenny?
- I'm here.
- Show yourself!
- Yo, what the
hell are you doing?
- We need to end this.
If, if I drop my gun,
will you drop yours?
- You first.
- Okay.
- Are you fucking crazy?
- I'm tossing my gun.
I'm coming out, John.
I'm unarmed.
It's okay.
I trust him.
I'm sorry, John.
I just want this to be over.
You're one of my best friends.
- Okay. Okay.
Want this to be over?
This can all be over.
Just give me the money.
You give me the
money and I'll leave.
This will all be over.
Bring it to me.
What the fuck are you doing?
Paul?
You done there, Paul?
- Most predators,
whether they're individual
or pack herders,
kill prey the same way.
They chase it down and attack.
This method has
never appealed to me.
I find that if you
give him enough reason,
men like dogs,
will kill each other.
Throw a scrap of meat to
a pack of starving mutts
and watch 'em fight over
to all but one are dead.
If you hunt dogs,
then they done did
the work for you.
Same theory applies if
you're a hunter of men.
- The sun will rise in
a few hours
and you will find
yourself feeling weak.
You should sleep
and let your body heal.
But the evening will come again
and when it does,
you will feel more vital
than you ever felt
before in your life.
And you will thank me
for what I've done.
Don't look at me
like that, Paul.
I did you a favor.
I set you free from
the chains of humanity.
Alleviated you from the sickness
that is the human condition.
The same illness that
can turn lifelong friends
against each other
in a second's time.
Many were the moments
that I presented
the opportunity for you
and your friends
to trade in that money
for their lives.
You happen to see
a young lady walking along
the side of the road?
She'd have been
carrying a duffle bag?
- No, sir.
- You gentlemen have my money
and I'm here to collect.
But at every turn,
it became more evident
what they truly value.
They were willing to
sacrifice anyone or anything.
- No!
- For that precious duffle bag.
This is what
humanity has wrought.
A wife who betrayed
you with your closest
and dearest friend,
a lush of a man
who you employed
when no other would,
a leach who fed off your palm
and betrayed your family.
Where's the morality in that?
I'm a hunting man myself.
I love the hunt. Hmm.