Primal Rage Page #2

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Lickety-split.

[ominous music]

Max:
In the morning

we'll set things right,

okay? I'll get you

back to Jameson.

Where is Jameson?

He's at mom's.

Poor guy.

Stop.

It's worse

than prison.

No.

I didn't know what

was going to happen.

I thought we'd either

be yelling at each other

all night or we'd

be shacked up

in a hotel

room somewhere.

[laughing]

Whatever it was,

it wasn't this.

I mean, what's

our next move?

What are we

gonna do?

You got me here

to protect you...

defensive prison

techniques and all.

So, this shiv

business...

It's a

legitimate thing.

Who told

you that?

My cellmate.

Legend has it he shanked

about a dozen guys

back in the day.

Please tell me you

didn't shank anyone.

No, I couldn't

hurt anybody else.

Not after all

that's happened.

It was an

accident, Max.

No... no,

it wasn't.

But we'll get

you back, okay?

We'll get us back to

Jameson and then we'll,

uh... we'll make sure

everything's alright,

okay? I promise.

Hey... look at me.

You gotta trust

me, okay?

I trust you.

Let's get this

on the road.

Ashley Carr.

Ashley Carr...

This guy... check with

the prison, find out if

they had any inmates

released today.

[ominous music]

[ominous music]

[gasp]

Max! Where

are you?

Ashley!

What's wrong?

Where are

my clothes?

Aren't they

where you left them?

I left them right here,

I didn't touch them.

Well, they have to

be here somewhere.

What is this?

Well, there

are your shoes.

What the f***?!

Take this. Here.

That's it?

I mean, unless you

want my pants, too.

Works for me.

Good, I'm glad it

works for someone.

- Alright, let's go.

- Hold on.

Ugh.

[ominous music]

Ashley:
How

are you feeling?

Max:
Really

good. I mean,

my head f***in' hurts

but the view ain't bad.

Well, let's

get home.

Come on.

This'll be easy.

We'll just follow

the river back up

to the road, flag

someone down...

It'll be easy.

Sh*t's Creek,

I presume?

[ominous music]

[growling]

Ashley:
My

shoes are wet.

My feet feel like cold

prunes. It sucks!

Max:
Well, I've

got wet jeans

and sand in

my crotch...

so it's

chafing my nuts.

You win.

[ominous music]

[gunshot]

Shh. Do you

hear that?

Yeah.

[gunshot and voices]

You know

who that is?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's our inbred

hunting buddies

from back at

the gas station.

Unfortunately they're

the only ones that

might have a cell

phone or a radio.

Come on, we

don't have a choice.

Great.

Come on.

Maxwell Carr... just

released yesterday.

What was

he in for?

Reckless

endangerment,

assault with a

deadly weapon.

His car

hit a kid.

Possession,

substance abuse,

same old stupid

f***ing white man.

So... the wife

picks him up,

they crash the

car, and vanish.

So you're telling

me right here

right now to my face

that you actually

believe there's an

Oh-Mah out there?

Motherfucking

Bigfoot himself!

Abducting white people...

ex-cons no less.

No, but I like it better

than being told it's wrong.

I like it better than

being told it's not true.

I like it better than

being told what to think.

- It's an identity.

- Protest.

- Same thing.

- Not even close.

You tell me right

here, right now

you 100% don't

believe it's Oh-Mah.

Aha! See that?

I don't believe it's

Oh-Mah. Swear to God!

Sure thing,

Sheriff.

You should go ask

the Whispering Woman.

She might know

what happened.

That's her turf.

With all due

respect, Deputy,

to the ancestors...

f*** that.

You're afraid

of her.

What?

Okay, some.

Is she even

still alive?

She'll always

be alive.

She's not human.

Please tell me you don't

really believe that.

No, not really.

You should go

talk to her.

What she knows

will die with her.

Listen to her

before it's too late.

Yeah, listening

to answers

you don't

believe in.

At least not in

this day and age.

Probably not.

I really wish I

could believe...

I really do.

Ironic, huh?

I'd say tragic.

[men laughing]

You should probably

sit this one out.

Ya think?

Hey...

whoa ho ho ho!

Hey, hey, where's

the funky bunch, man?

[laughing]

The funky...

Well, well, well. If

it ain't the convict!

Oh, I apologize...

ex-convict.

Look, guys, there was

an accident on the road.

Does anybody

have a cell phone?

Cell phone?

Cell phone?

Think I-think

I lost mine.

Well, sorry

about that.

I mean, hell, it ain't

like we get a lot of

service out in these

parts. I mean, really,

what's a moose gonna

do with a cell phone?

[laughing]

Moose... moose

with a cell phone...

Guys, we're just

trying to get back.

It's not so much

the technology,

it's the hoof!

Can't reach those

little buttons.

[laughing]

So, on the

cell phone...

do you have

one or not?

Maybe you could

just point us

in the general

direction of the road.

Road... road?

That way.

[laughing]

Say... I'm curious.

What happened

to that, uh,

pretty little thing

you were with?

Oh, yeah.

My wife?

Ooh.

"My wife?"

She's around.

Around where?

She's around.

Probably shopping.

With the mooses.

[laughing]

For a cell phone!

[laughing]

How about

a radio?

Mm, radio?

Got a radio?

Radio?

Oh, hey, know

what? I got one.

Perfect.

But it don't work.

Aww.

Nope. Damn thing

crapped out on us.

Cheap gook

piece of sh*t.

Do you mind if I

take a look at it?

You want to

look at my radio?

What, you don't think

I can understand

a basic electronical

device, convict?

Is that what

you're saying to me?

And you're gonna

help me with that?

- Lefty?

- Yeah.

What's that

word say?

It's, uh... "on".

On! Jumping Jesus

on a gump stump!

That's the problem.

[laughing]

Hell, it is a damn

good thing that this

ex-convict wandered

through here with his

taxpayer prison

education and all.

City folk...

damn smart.

Yeah, I just figured

out my toaster last week.

It makes toast!

Can I use the

radio or not?

I don't think so.

Look, I don't know

where all this

hostility's

coming from,

but we're just

trying to get back.

'cause, hell,

I don't know...

having an ex-convict

in our midst...

I mean, it's nothing

personal, son,

but importing

convicted criminals

into our own backyard...

is that cool, guys?

Nah.

No.

Nope.

I paid my debt.

[slow clap]

Hot damn. That's

good to know.

Seriously, I'm

done kidding around.

[growling]

[whispers]

Come on, Max.

Ah, hell, kid...

ha ha! we're just

kidding around!

We're having

some fun!

[laughing]

Just kidding.

We got a CB in

the truck. Right?

Yup.

We can get you there

in, what, about an hour?

Yeah.

Maybe four.

We can get him

there in about an hour.

[ominous music]

[snip]

You know, I'm

still curious...

What happened to

that pretty little

wife of

yours anyway?

I told you,

she's around.

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh!

Survey says

thank you, Jesus!

Speak of

the devil.

We had the

accident.

Is that what you

kids are calling it

these days?

Ah, hell, I got a boner

a cat couldn't scratch!

Hey! Keep that

sh*t in your pants.

Alright, listen up.

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