Happy Hunting

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- Hello?

Who's this?

Do you speak English?

Habla ingles?

Habla ingles?

Yeah, I'll wait.

Hello?

Yeah, I know her.

But it's been...

Sh*t.

How did she die?

No, she didn't

have a kid.

Why are you telling

me this?

Wait, wait, you sure

it's mine?

Look, I get that but...

Isn't there anyone else

you can call?

Where in Mexico?

Okay.

Okay,

I'll call you back.

- What's up with you?

- I get the shakes.

- That happens if you

go cold Turkey.

- Haven't tried for

a while.

- How do you know

this guy?

- He's all right.

Been working for

big Dave.

- I ain't never seen

you before.

- I ain't been

around long.

- How much you want

for the sh*t?

- Whatever's fair.

- You hear about Randall?

- What?

- Fat Shirley's Randall?

- No, randal from up

the road.

Old f***ing wheelchair

Randall.

- Sh*t, yeah.

How's old boy doing?

- He dead.

- Get the f*** out

of here.

- You say this is

good sh*t?

Let's see if the lady

can dance.

I'll put five minutes

on the clock.

- C'mon, tell me, man.

How he dead?

- Well he won the scratchers,

ten grand.

- No kidding.

- Yeah well you know

his wife?

- Nah.

- F***ing hot.

I mean hot for

Randall at least.

Work down there at the

soap factory.

Man, ain't never any

body seen her so

much in love with the

motherf***er.

She been cooking for him,

and cleaning for him,

sucking on his

old cripple dick

from time to time.

Now the only

problem is,

old Randall started

getting real sick.

Puking over the

side of his wheelchair.

His f***ing skin's

turning yellow,

his hair's falling out.

The genius he is,

thinks it's the booze,

so he goes on

the wagon.

But that sh*t

ain't helping.

Old Randall check himself

into the hospital.

Two days later, the

motherf***er's dead.

Doctors say they found

him filled to the

gills with industrial lye.

- Holy sh*t!

- Turns out his old lady

been sneaking it

into his food a little

at a time.

Stealing it from the soap

factory.

Angling on taking Randall's

scratcher money.

- B*tches, all of 'em.

- Hey, you got

three minutes left.

The f*** kind of crank

you trying to

push on us, hombre?

Some advil and baby

laxatives sh*t?

- That's a solid cook...

- Solid cook?

- F***ing bullshit.

How'd you see this

thing playing out?

You sit the f*** down!

- I'm getting big Dave

down here right f***ing now!

- Sh*t!

- Hey it's Warren.

I'm driving.

I can be at the border

by Thursday.

Look, I don't know exactly

where I'm going.

I need an address.

I'll call back.

- We're sorry, your call cannot

be completed as dialed.

Please check the number

and dial again.

We're sorry, your call cannot

be completed as dialed.

Please check the number

and dial again.

- This is Warren, again.

Look I'm close to

the border.

In some motel somewhere

in the middle of nowhere.

I need to know where

I'm going.

So until you call me back,

this is as far as I go.

- Staying or passing through.

- Just passing through.

Bedford flats?

- Yeah, founded by the

bedford corporation.

Hunting town, used to chase

buffalo out on

the salt flats till they

ran out of steam.

Something they picked up

from the Indians.

- Hunters, huh?

- Not for a long time.

- You're done, Bob.

Want me to get the

sheriff again?

Now finish up and get

on out of here.

Everyone's sick of

your sh*t.

- Hey bud!

Didn't catch your name.

- Warren.

- Steve.

So are you staying or

passing through?

- Just passing through.

- Wanted to give you

my number.

- Nah, it's cool.

- C'mon man, this isn't some

gay pick up thing.

I'm not coming

onto you,

I just collect

lost causes.

That's all.

- Thanks.

- Sticking around for

the festival?

- That's what these are?

- Yeah.

Yeah, the kids

make them.

They're great, huh?

- Sure.

- All right, well call me

anytime, bud.

Day or night, okay?

Warren:
Look, you called me.

I'm ready to head across

the border,

I want to help the kid.

But you got to tell me

where to go.

Call me back.

- While you're travelling

America's highways

and by ways.

You may just want to make

an unscheduled

stop in a little place called

bedford flats.

Bedford flats is

a community that cares

and a community

that hunts.

That's right, we share our

desert home with

some of the most

diverse wildlife in

the United States.

Including bison, duck,

and white tailed deer.

Yes, from the birds in

the sky to the fish

in our waters, everything is

fair game.

And thanks to the fishing

game act of 1895

it's open season all

year round,

driving our little town's

bustling economy.

And of course, the annual

bedford flats

hunting festival is truly

an affair for the

whole family to enjoy.

It's the way we've

always done it,

and the way we'll always do

it in out little town.

Tradition, without it we're

nothing.

- The truck's just down

the road.

Wallet's in the glove

compartment.

- I'm not supposed to...

- I'll come right back.

Scouts honor.

Steve:
Hello?

- It's Warren,

from the meeting.

- Hey bud, about time

you called.

- I need help.

- I am so glad you

reached out.

- Yeah I'm ready to

make a you know, change.

- Everybody gets sick

and tired

of being sick

and tired, bud.

We'll get you up and

running in no time.

- So have you ever served

in the military?

- Yeah in basic training.

I mean just a few months but

didn't really work out.

- Can I ask

what happened?

- 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.

- Staying or passing through?

- 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.

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