Blue Ruin Page #2

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He's not in the band.

That's fine.

Do you know what time

he goes home?

Ben.

Hey, Ben.

Ben.

Ben!

It's Dwight...

Evans.

Oh.

Wow, man.

You look square.

I've been away.

Yeah, man.

No sh*t.

Just peaced the f*** out, huh?

Same year El Duce

got hit by a train.

Yo, put the first 200 miles

on this thing

stapling up

your missing posters.

I never thought of that.

So are we getting beers or...

Look, I need to warn you

that I'm here,

that I came to you

because I need a favor,

and it's a big one.

Sure.

What do you need?

You remember James Henry's

brother's party

with the stripper at his shop?

Haven't really thought back

that far in a while.

Where is it?

I got this Polaroid of you

and me with the stripper.

It's hilarious.

We look terrified.

Ben, I need to hurry.

Right.

You hunt?

No.

Target shooting mostly.

Mountain bike...

What do you need this for?

- I'd rather not...

- Oh, no, no.

Hey, no, man.

The less I know, the better.

What do you need out of the gun?

At range?

At close quarters?

Close up or far away?

Oh, close up, probably.

I don't know.

- Hopefully not at all.

- Roger that.

All right.

Let's see what we got.

Enfield Mark III, Circuit Judge,

a Mosin,

my current personal favorite.

Bolt Action.

It's heavy.

Plus surplus ammo's cheap.

- How much do you weigh?

- I don't know.

All right.

Picked this up this year.

Shoots its own

9-millimeter cartridge.

But you got to load it

slide back with a stripper clip.

Nothing that's special to you.

Just whatever's

the least expensive.

All right.

Here.

Mini-14.

Gun show, no papers.

It's carbine.

That just means it's short.

Semi-auto.

It fires every time

you pull the trigger.

20 rounds, very reliable.

And I got extra ammo.

You recognize it?

It's the A-Team gun, man,

from the show.

Except theirs were stainless.

What's up with that?

It's an arrow wound.

So...

You're, like, in this.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

'Cause I was just blowing smoke

up your ass, bro.

Thought about calling the cops.

Please don't.

Not yet.

I don't have a speech.

I just need you

to trust me, please.

I do trust you, bro.

But I can't send you off

like this.

I could train you.

CQB, man.

Surprise, speed,

violence of action.

I just need...

I just need somewhere quiet

right now.

I got 16 acres.

Take the road we came in on

till it ends.

You'll see the targets.

You ever killed anyone?

Two on purpose.

Can I get a thing of water?

Stay in the trunk.

That's easy.

My leg's broke.

Were you coming for me

or for her?

- Who?

- You came to my sister's house.

Were you coming for me

or for her?

Look, man.

You.

Why didn't you just

call the police,

send me to jail?

Same as you.

Just keeping it in-house.

What if I surrender?

I accept.

To the police.

You don't get to do what you

did and just lock yourself up.

Sh*t, I'd give you props

if he wasn't my brother,

or if he deserved it.

Which one are you again?

Teddy.

Who's the boy in the limousine?

He's just a boy.

Not a concern.

He said something about Wade.

He said he didn't think

he'd hurt anyone.

Couple dead n*ggers

might disagree.

He just meant Wade

didn't kill your parents.

That's not true.

Well, that settles it, then.

That's how this works, man.

The one with the gun

gets to tell the truth.

Problem is, you don't know sh*t.

Tell me.

I should've done the time.

Are you saying you killed them?

Nope.

What are you trying to do?

What are you trying to do, man?

Goddamn!

Fish in a barrel!

Stop it!

Whatever you're trying

to say, say it.

I didn't do it.

Wade didn't do it.

Our father, Big Wade,

shot your dad.

You don't f*** with a

man's wife, his family.

Whatever my dad did,

he did with your mom.

Together... it was a mistake.

Well, sh*t's not a mistake.

Both of my parents are dead.

Your mother being in the car, that

was a f***-up. I'll give you that.

If what you're saying

about Wade is true, then...

Big Wade had cancer.

Couldn't let him die in prison.

I'd have done the time,

but I had two strikes.

Little Wade,

he could take the plea.

- Call them.

- Who's them? The cops?

Your family.

What do you want me to say?

We're all gonna...

we're all gonna meet up

somewhere public,

and this is gonna end.

Okay.

Don't say my name,

and don't mention the gun.

And we're in Kentucky.

You ever been to Kentucky?

Hey, call me back now.

They're not answering.

Can I call the house?

Yeah.

Shut up.

I'm fine.

It's my leg.

Yeah, I'm with him.

He's here.

I'll try, but we already

been through that.

All right.

She wants to talk to you.

- Who's she?

- My sister.

- She's bossy.

- Throw it on the ground.

Keep that thing pointed right

at my face.

I ain't going anywhere.

Turn your head.

Look away.

It's all over

as far as I'm concerned.

You hear that, sis?

Don't go starting...

There's nobody home,

stupid f***!

They're hunting.

Yeah!

F***!

F***ing legs are asleep.

I'll die.

I should.

But my sister

never did anything to you.

So please just tell me.

You bet.

I got the gun.

You get the truth.

Not to satisfy

your f***ing curiosity, Dwight.

Just know that the man

that killed your parents

didn't die by your hand.

He smoked and he drank and he...

I guess he didn't f***

'cause of the cancer,

but he watched

all his favorite TV shows,

and he died a free man.

You're gonna die

like your whore father did.

Shot in the f***ing face.

Or how about first

we open up that belly?

You want to see your guts steam?

Must have something in there,

since you took Wade from us.

And for that your sis...

Wait.

Just the one?

- Yes!

- Sorry.

I had to wait for him to aim

before I could shoot.

It had to be legal,

at least on my part.

His... his head...

That's what bullets do.

Jesus.

I am not impressed.

You missed from two yards?

Hey, let's go, man.

I'd like him off my property.

- OK.

- Come on.

One, two, three.

This is Wade Cleland?

It's his older brother.

Wade's already dead.

Wipe this off your face.

He's probably got hepatitis.

Pick that up.

Throw that in here.

Don't forget to wipe that off

before you get rid of it.

You got the keys?

Yeah.

Show them to me.

What about the rest of his head?

Coyotes will get that.

Long as there's no teeth.

They're not gonna

let this end...

Not now.

Yeah.

Well, I'm switching you

to buckshot.

Yeah.

Doesn't have the stopping power

of a 12-gauge,

but you seem comfortable

with it.

It shoots slugs too,

but you wouldn't hit anything.

It's only five shots, though,

so the Steyr

is your secondary weapon.

You get another eight rounds,

plus you got the stopping power of a .45.

Hey.

Hey, man.

I know this is personal.

That's how you'll fail.

No speeches.

No talking.

You point the gun.

You shoot the gun.

Hey, I threw a few MREs in here.

Uh...

Nice.

I lost mine.

Or shot holes in it.

I'm sorry...

I brought all this to you.

I'm glad you did.

Otherwise you'd be dead.

You know what I mean.

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