Pig Hunt Page #4

got to dress what you kill.

And you have to shoot

before you kill.

Little dick big gun

didn't fire a shot.

I forgot to cock.

Goddamn!

Look at this sh*t.

[Rustling]

Shh.

[Rustling Continues]

What is it?

It don't sound like a hog.

It's the other white meat.

You didn't find Wolfgang?

No, but I found about a

thousand marijuana plants.

- Where?

- A quarter a mile that way.

I'm calling bullshit.

What's this?

Sweet basil?

Holy sh*t.

This stuff is killer.

- Could you find that place again?

- Oh, you couldn't miss it.

[Brooks] Is it on your

uncle's property?

- [John] Did you cross over a fence?

- No.

I wouldn't mind

filling up a bag.

You know how much that stuff

goes for in the city?

Four grand a pound.

I don't care what it's worth. I don't

want that sh*t on my property.

- We should at least go check it out.

- Yeah. I wouldn't mind...

taking another look for

Wolfgang, with everybody.

Let's go then.

- Hey, buddy, how you doing?

- Better than him.

You hang

in there, okay?

Let's make this quick. I don't

believe you're leaving your friend.

We're not.

You're staying with him.

Don't forget to bring

your big gun.

[Man] Your girl's

got an attitude.

You're telling me. Don't

talk about Brooks.

Sh*t. We used

to talk about girls.

Remember when you had a

crush on Darlene? Darlene?

My cousin. You used

to bring her candy bars.

Is there much family resemblance?

No.

She's got red on the head

like a dick on a dog.

[Man] Just like old times.

[Chuckles]

Isn't old times.

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Shivering]

You know, uh, Ben didn't want

you coming on this trip.

I gathered that.

That f***er... I mean,

he's never hunted

a day in his life.

And he's always

talking sh*t, you know?

He's never

done anything.

You know, I got him

his f***ing job.

You should try to relax.

Thanks, Brooks.

Don't mention it.

[Shivering]

[Rustling]

It could be them

coming back.

[Ben]

Holy high times!

This is a professional

operation.

So are we.

Oh, that's

a lot of raincoats.

That's food for the year,

a new truck.

Look. Our friend's

been here.

Okay, we need to get back

and call the authorities.

Bullshit. You think we came

out here to hunt hogs...

or to wish you

a happy homecoming?

- Ricky, quit cutting that dope.

- Sh*t, you gonna make me?

You gonna stop

what you're doing now.

- My ass.

- [Grunts]

Now we're even.

[Laughing]

Ricky, put the knife down.

[Grunts]

[Gunshot]

[Groaning]

He was gonna shoot you.

You killed my brother.

My family's

gonna make you pay.

You're all gonna die.

You... You think

they got another hog?

Sounded like

Ben's magnum.

Well, then they

didn't get another hog.

Give me your rifle.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

- [Whimpers] Ricky's dead.

- Ben shot Ricky.

- What?

- He was gonna kill you.

Jake went to get his clan. We've

got to get out of here fast.

Can you move?

You and I can run back to

your uncle's and get help.

There's no phone.

We'll take the S.U.V. to town. Okay,

we need to make a stretcher for Wayne,

and get back to my uncle's

as best we can.

- What if the hillbillies

get there first?

- [John] We are wasting time.

Give me one of those guns.

[Gun Cocking]

Do you have any more ammo?

We left our bags.

What about yours?

Come on.

[Wheezing]

You've got four shots.

Come on, Q.

We got to hustle.

Wolfgang!

You yell for that dog again,

I'll kill you myself.

- I need to find him.

- I don't want them to find us.

Oh! Are we even going

the right way?

I think we passed

the same tree twice.

What tree?

Uh, what do we use for

the middle that'll hold?

Ricky and Jake's canvas bags

would be perfect.

Well, how far are they?

Pretty close. I don't think

we'll have enough time.

We'll gain time

if we make a scoop stretcher.

I think there's extra

ammo in those bags too.

Don't leave me.

You'll be okay.

You got your rifle.

Then run fast.

[Grunting]

Oh, can we slow down?

You don't know where you're going.

Any road will get you there.

I know where I'm going.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, just give me a second.

Do you know

how to use that thing?

You squeeze

the trigger, right?

Yeah. That's about it.

We're not gonna have

to shoot anybody.

We already have

shot somebody.

John?

Yeah?

Next time you want

a wildlife adventure,

could we just f*** in the

bushes at Golden Gate Park?

[Pants]

Oh, f*** you.

I ain't dead yet.

Unbelievable.

And that's not all.

Ricky's gone.

What do you mean? His body

was here and he was dead.

[Thunder Rumbling]

And that sign...

Somebody put it back up.

[Twig Snaps]

[Whimpers]

John?

Brooks?

Who's there?

[Brooks]

What is it?

Looks like

a cow or a horse.

But it's hard to tell

in this muck.

[Pig Snorting, Growling]

[Grunting]

- [Roaring]

- [Screaming]

[Gunshot]

[Wayne Screams]

Wolfie!

Get your guns.

What the hell's the matter, Jake?

They killed Ricky.

God, no! Who done it?

Who done it?

John Hickman and his city friends!

Son of a b*tch!

Son of a b*tch! Get your sh*t, boys!

Get your sh*t, boys!

[Woman Crying]

Darlene,

get the dogs.

[Darlene

Continues Crying]

Darlene, shut the f*** up

and get the goddamn dogs!

[Crying]

What's going on?

Those are horse tracks.

Maybe somebody carried him out of here.

He would've

waited for us.

What was that gunshot?

Other hunters?

That's what

I'm afraid of.

Yeehaw! Whoo!

I told you. I knew

where I was going.

Hey, Wolfie.

Wolfie, come here, boy.

[Whimpering]

We don't have time

for this.

[Sobbing]

Oh, God!

Who would do this to a poor,

defenseless dog? [Sobbing]

The same inbreds

who are gonna do it to us.

[Whimpering]

- They've locked us in!

- [Whimpers]

[Yelling]

We got to get out of here!

- [Gunshot]

- [Groans]

[Sobbing]

This is it!

Climb through!

[Sobbing]

[Screams]

[Groans]

I didn't do anything.

[Whimpering]

[Screaming]

You killed my dog!

[Grunts]

Motherf***er.

[Gun C*cks]

[Yelling]

Do it. Shoot me.

Kill guns are for pussies.

[Yells]

[Whimpering]

Oh, hell. Oh, hell.

[Sobbing]

Let us pray, boys.

"Vengeance is mine. "

So saith the Lord.

[Whimpering]

[Sobbing]

Please don't kill me.

I'm not a hunter.

You're right.

- You're the hunted.

- [Quincy Sobbing]

[Gunshot]

Wow. Second bite

of Rocky Road.

You really know

how to woo a girl.

We're not gonna find Wayne.

Not alive.

I think we should go back to Big

Wallow and wait for Ben and Quincy.

We're not gonna

leave Wayne behind.

These are the last days.

They crossed the line.

[Inhales]

And we're

on the other side.

You two get to that hippie

commune if they go there first.

The rest of us

will get to Big Wallow.

Hello again.

I heard shots.

This is

my uncle's property.

What are you doing here?

I live near here,

over on

Feather Springs commune.

I don't like gunfire

too close.

We try to be nonviolent.

Then what's that for?

One of our animals

is loose.

I'm trying to find him before

trigger-happy hunters kill him first.

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