Primal Rage

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[car door

dinging]

[engine

turning over]

[ominous music]

[door shuts]

[car starts]

Hi.

Look, I don't know

what you want me to say.

Could start

with "thank you".

Thanks... for

picking me up.

"Sorry" would

be nice.

You're smoking again.

Yeah, I'm

smoking again.

Not around

him, Max.

You look good.

I'm eating good,

I'm not drinking,

I'm not smoking...

nothing.

Please tell me you

learned your lesson.

I learned

lots of lessons.

I learned how

to make a shiv.

Turns out prison has

arts & crafts time.

It's not funny.

How is he?

He's good. Yeah.

He's good.

That's good. Thanks

for not bringing him.

Well, he's

got school.

He's in school?

Mm hm,

preschool.

[laughs] Preschool?

Yep, he says

he's a big kid now.

[turns radio on]

What, so this is

what you listen to now?

Yeah, it's

only been a year.

A year, a month,

and nine days.

But who's counting?

Yeah, and not much has

changed since then,

it's just music.

[changes radio

station]

Really? Did they

come play for you

during your

stint in Folsom?

[laughing]

[both switching radio

station back and forth]

[turns radio off]

Oh!

[heavy breathing]

Max?

Max, look at me.

Look at

me, Max.

Max...

Sorry.

It's fine.

No, it wasn't.

It sucked.

It was fine.

[starts engine]

Do you want

anything?

[door slams]

Okay.

[men laughing]

This is a

missing person.

Have you

seen him?

Bigfoot

got 'im!

He's coming

'round again.

Yeah, right.

Hairy, ape-man

bastard.

You and your kind

ain't foolin' me

with your wampum,

your Oh-Mah,

and your mystic

injun horseshit!

Nickel Pete, if you see

him you give me a call.

Yeah, I'll

do that.

Thank you.

You're all

in on it...

Try the

f***in' donuts.

Bigfoot lovers.

Hey...

big, hairy bastard.

Sorry?

Giant, hairy,

mohawk motherf***er

coming

'round again...

him and his big

ol' f***in' feet.

Gonna getcha!

Ha ha ha!

Yeah, sure as sh*t.

Twenty dollars.

Have a nice day.

[men laughing]

That's what I'm

talking 'bout.

Hey! Put it in your

pants, ya pervert!

Hey!

Okay,

alright. Ow!

Well, well...

Boo!!

[laughing]

Convict.

Ex-convict.

Woo hoo hoo! I'm

shakin' in my boots!

[laughing]

Are you done?

[engine revving]

Got you some, uh,

healthy trail mix.

Really? You've been

out an hour and you

already got me on

an open container.

Ashley, it's

just a beer.

No! It's a Class

2 misdemeanor

'cause I already

got one, remember?

I guess you didn't

learn a goddamn thing.

I learned

plenty, actually.

I learned that

when making a shiv

you've gotta taper and

serrate the blade...

otherwise you're

just poppin' people

with needles and

that's just something

they're used to. But

when the time is right,

the only thing that

you have to do is

aim for the sweet spot,

just right in the kidney.

Enough!

Then you

say something.

You say something to

make all this good again.

Because you didn't

say a goddamn thing

when I was sitting

in handcuffs...

You know...

you weren't much

better than me, Ashley.

Not much, but at

least I was better.

And I'm clean

now, courtesy

of the Department

of Corrections.

Congratulations!

I'm glad they

could do it for you

but your wife and son

weren't worth enough.

For a year, a

month, and nine days

I have been planning

this exact moment.

I'm just

f***ing it up.

How could you f***

this up? It's me.

This is me.

This is us.

What? What?

Say it.

I'm scared.

Right now in

this moment...

I'm scared.

You're scared?

I'm scared

shitless.

Good answer.

[loud thud]

[gasps]

[brakes screeching]

Sh*t! What

was that?

[growling]

Oh, my God.

He's not moving.

What happened

to him?

Where did he come from?

What was he doing?

I don't know.

But our car

didn't do all that.

[gurgling]

Oh, my God!

[choking sounds]

I'm going to

get my phone.

Ashley!

Ashley... Ashley!

Ashley, wait. There's

beer all over the car.

We just hit

this guy.

Yeah, there's no way

we did all that, Max.

That was

not just us.

Jesus, Ash!

Just got out.

Party of one?

Don't do this to me.

Think about us.

Ashley, please.

[growling]

Yeah, hello?

I'm on Hwy 23

about 25 miles

north of state prison.

There's been

an accident.

Yes, there's a man

here and he needs help.

Yes, as soon as

possible, please.

Yes.

Max!

[loud bang]

Ow!

Oh, my God!

Ugh!

[splash]

[suspenseful music]

[splash]

[gasping

and coughing]

Max!

Wake up!

[crying]

[loud

rushing water]

Max!

Wake up!

[rushing water]

Max!

[crashing waves]

Max!

[crying]

Max!

[crying]

Max! Max?

Max, wake up!

Wake up, Max.

Wake up!

[crying]

Max! Max...

[crying]

Wake up!

Max!

Wake up, Max!

[crying]

[coughing

and gasping]

Come on, okay.

Come on,

almost there.

[gasping]

What happened?

You f***ing

fell in the water.

[groaning]

You're going into

shock, come here.

No, I'm

just cold.

Come on,

sit up.

Come here. I'll

get you warm.

We need to

get you warm.

Come on,

sit up.

Stand up.

[grunting]

[growling]

[ominous music]

Sheriff!

Mrs. Goring.

You find him?

I'm sorry,

not yet.

What are you

gonna do about it?

We're still doing

everything we can

within our means.

Bullshit!

I want answers now,

or I'll have your job!

Please...

Mrs. Goring, we will

find your husband.

I promise you.

You know

something!

You know something

you're not telling us!

I see Mrs.

G sniped ya.

Any luck?

No.

Say, are you

part of this vast

Indian-Bigfoot

conspiracy?

Nope.

Nickel Pete says I

should know all about it.

Thought I was

missing out on something.

Nickel Pete

might be right.

Maybe there's something

to those Oh-Mah stories.

You're taking sides

with Nickel Pete?

If it means honoring the

traditions, I guess so.

So you're saying you

would call on Nickel Pete

as an expert

reliable witness?

Uh, no.

Then what the

hell are you saying?

I'm saying we shouldn't

ignore the Oh-Mah legends

Nickel Pete or

no Nickel Pete.

[turns coffee

maker on]

Sheriff?

I think you're

smoking something

other than tobacco

in that peace pipe

bong of

yours, Deputy.

What's this, Nell?

911 call, no

name or nothing.

Aw, Hell's monkeys, I

was just out this way.

Call if you

need backup.

Yeah, I will.

I'll use the radio.

Because smoke signals

don't work so

well in the rain.

[laughing]

Don't fall and

break your hip.

You're lucky I

let you wear a gun.

[grunting

and gasping]

Okay.

Your lighter... I

need your lighter.

Come on,

come on.

Come on... please.

[crying]

Please... light.

Oh, my God.

Come on,

fire... yes.

Here we go.

Okay.

Okay, we're

almost there.

Okay...

[shivering]

There was an easier way

to get my clothes off.

[laughing]

Not with you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

What have

we got here?

[ominous music]

Nellibell, I'm at the

location of the 911 call

about a hundred yards

north of Marker 23

on the highway.

You call Nelson,

you tell him to get

over here with a winch

and about a hundred

feet of cable ASAP.

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