Happy Hunting Page #2
- I stole a helicopter.
- You can fly
a helicopter?
- Well like I said,
it didn't really work out.
- So do you exercise?
- Do you work out?
- Like in the gym
and sh*t?
No.
- When Steve was in
his disease,
he didn't get off
the couch.
- Say you mind if
i hit the head?
- Just down the hall
to the left.
- Yeah, thank you.
- Just meeting a friend.
- You didn't mention
you had a kid.
- I don't.
- There's a bedroom.
- Christopher was supposed
to be his name.
- Sorry?
- Cheryle was pregnant.
And she got so excited
when the doctor
told her she was gonna
have a boy that
she decorated the room.
Decided he was gonna be
a baseball player.
And one night I was high,
i pushed her down,
she lost the baby.
But I got
a second chance.
You ever gone cold Turkey
before?
Most people don't die
from drinking.
They die from
quitting drinking, bud.
That's a fact.
It starts with
the shakes,
at least it did
for me.
And then your
vision goes.
Motor skills, thought process,
seizures.
Peaks at twenty-four hours.
- Well I appreciate the
encouragement.
- Sorry.
Sorry.
- You shouldn't go through
other people's
medicine cabinets.
But if there's one thing
you can count
on is that junkies will
be junkies.
Hey bud.
- Damn hombre.
You f***ed up real proper
this time.
- Soon as these
cuffs come off,
you're f***ing dead.
- I shouldn't be here!
I shouldn't be here!
Let me out!
- Well, glad you boys
could make it.
Warren, right?
- This motherf***er stole
my merch.
My beef's with him.
- Not my problem, friend.
All right, all right.
Now you boys
shut the hell up.
- Man f*** y'all!
You hear me you
crazy old prick?
- F*** you!
- That's my grandson,
junior.
Dumb as a bucket
of nails,
but he sure can lay down
an ass whooping.
Hello bedford flats!
How we feeling tonight?!
We've gathered here
once again to
remember where
we came from
before the great
herds died off
and men of low moral
character overran our gates.
Men like the five we
have here tonight.
Bad men.
In their own way,
they are all a burden
on our community.
Never forget that we
are a town of hunters.
Great herds may be
long gone,
but we know who
we are.
Tradition! Without it,
we're nothing.
So we're going to
play a game.
It's not a game so we might
forget our troubles,
but so we might remember
our past.
The rules are simple.
You run,
we hunt you.
We catch you, we kill you.
That's pretty much the
extent of it.
Welcome to the hunt!
- Please sheriff, please!
I promise I won't
drink anymore.
- I told you to put
down the bottle,
I gave you chances.
- I won't.
- I won't!
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