Primal Rage Page #3

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These two

fine citizens,

well, they, uh...

they need our help.

And us being...

you know,

good samaritans and

all... we're obliged to

help 'em any

way we can.

So with that being said,

I want you all to treat

our new guests here

with the utmost respect.

[laughing]

Shut up.

Sorry.

Hey! That means keep

that sh*t in your pants!

All of ya's...

you hear?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Okay.

Yes.

Alright... let's

pack it up.

We're moving

out. Let's go!

There's something

in these woods.

We gotta go.

Come on.

Here you go,

sweetheart.

Get going.

Hey...

there you go.

Thank you.

Yeah, alignment's off,

the gears are stripped.

Car was put in park,

moved sideways,

then forward

off the road.

It was pushed?

I don't know

about pushed.

Are you

sure, Nelson?

Well, maybe the

transmission got

knocked there

during the accident.

Yeah, maybe.

Bigfoot got 'em.

Big goddamn

footy-mother,

bushy, effin'

tall-ass hairy bastard.

You know it!

Sure as eggs is

eggs, Cochise.

[various

conversations]

[ominous music]

Now that we got

you here, uh...

we're not so

bad, are we?

Hell, you could

be in the South...

Hey, Lefty. Are

we in the South?

No, no, we're

not in the South.

Do you even know

where the South is?

Yeah, it's

in the South.

I mean, hell, you know,

we as a community...

we really don't mind

you convicts just

waltzing through

our homes, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry...

ex-convicts.

[laughing]

So you want to

revisit this again?

Just hear me

out, alright?

I mean, hell, our

wives and our schools,

they actually find it

enriching, you know,

this close proximity

to such a wealth of...

hell, what's the

word I'm looking for?

How about

"rehabilitation"?

[laughs] Man, that's

a word and a half.

Sure is.

Looks like

our ex-convict's

got himself

a vocabulary.

Yeah, but that's

not the word

I was

thinking about.

Then what is the word

you were looking for?

Uh... I don't know.

Something, uh...

less fitting for

mixed company, I guess.

[laughs]

You know we're

going the wrong way?

[ominous music]

The sun rises

in the East.

So that's East.

We're going West.

We're going to our

trucks, young lady...

and our trucks

are this way.

It's where the

CB is, darlin'.

[laughing]

[ominous music]

[typing]

Body and spirit look

like they're going

north and south.

I'm joking.

You look

like sh*t.

Well, thank

you very much.

Go see the

Whispering Woman?

Hell, no.

Scares you,

doesn't she?

No!

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

Verna Six

Trees has cancer.

They're having a peyote

ceremony for her,

you should come.

Verna Six Trees...

well, I really

hate those things.

They go on forever,

smoke burns my eyes,

I get piles.

Take the medicine.

Have a vision.

Offset all this white

man law and order,

you need to be

reminded that you're

a part of

Mother Earth.

Teach you to be

nurturing, loving,

forgiving,

self-healing.

[laughs]

Go ahead,

make fun of me.

Timing's perfect.

Must mean something.

Like a scheduled

airplane out of the blue.

Where are they

holding the ceremony?

At Mama

Day's farm.

Not the

reservation?

Not the Res.

Reservation depresses

the sh*t out of me.

You drive.

Hey, ex-convict.

Come here.

I have a name.

Well, hell, I

don't know it.

It's Max.

Max, huh?

[laughs]

Everybody...

meet Max.

[laughing]

Hi, Max.

Maxi pad.

Hi, Max.

Well, there, Max.

You know how I can tell

that you just

got out, son?

Well, you ever seen an

ex-con eat his food?

Yeah, well, they

guard it, you know?

In a situation, or a

scenario, if you will,

when they clearly don't

need to, they wrap it up,

hide it... like

someone's gonna come by

and steal it from them

when clearly no one is.

And...?

And...

Well, Max.

That's how you are...

with that pretty

little wife of yours.

She's my wife.

It's still rude.

Excuse me for trying

to protect my wife.

Besides, I don't

think she's your type.

That's no excuse

for being rude.

Ain't no

social graces.

Hicks!

Stand down.

Now look at what

you gone and done.

You upset my

boys here.

I believe this

calls for an, uh...

atonement!

Okay, enough!

We appreciate

the fact that your

radio does not work.

What? No, no. The

radio works. Right?

It, uh... well, it

doesn't transmit.

Sure it does, I was

just using it earlier.

I was

talking to...

Okay, the

radio works?!

Yeah!

Uh, no...

I meant, um,

something else.

Radio's broken.

I gotta pee!

Get back here!

I gotta pee!

Get back...

Why you

gotta run?

Eze! Get your

butt over here.

What?

Go get him.

He's peeing.

I don't care! You ain't

holding it for him!

Go get him!

So mean.

Don't get

your ass lost!

Shut up!

Go!

I swear,

that kid...

he'd lose his head if

it wasn't attached.

Ah, you're it.

Come on, man.

We don't have

BD on our asses,

we can at least

have a little fun.

I have fun.

When's the last time

you really had fun?

I don't know, yesterday

we went fishing...

remember that?

Hold on, I'm gonna

stop for a minute.

I really actually do

have to take a piss.

You do that.

I plan to,

thank you.

'Preciate your

permission to urinate.

Oh, boy...

Ohh...

You in dutch

with BD, Gord.

Yeah, no sh*t.

He gonna

hide you.

Yeah, that's why I'm out

here and not with him.

[loud whoosh]

What was that?

Hey!

Ah, sh*t! Peed on

my goddamn leg.

Hey, Critter,

what's...

Critter? Critter?

Sh*t!

Critter, Critter...

Critter?

[ominous music]

What...?

[whooshing sound]

[gurgling sounds]

[ominous music]

[guttural sounds]

F*** you, BD.

"Don't get lost"...

f*** you. I do

what I want.

Hello?

Critter!

Dammit.

Gordy!

Critter!

[ominous music]

No...

Critter!

Anybody?

[leaves rustling]

[ominous music]

F***.

[growling]

[Growling

getting louder]

Augh!

Ow!

Ugh.

Dammit!

[gasping]

Oh, God!

[gasping

and grunting]

[whimpering]

[loud growl]

[chopping sounds]

[distant yell]

Shh shh.

You hear that?

Hear what?

Sounds like

them boys is

sodomizing

each other again!

[laughing]

Sorry we're

keeping you.

What?

Well, you sound

like a man of means.

Shut up,

all of you.

I was

just joking.

Right.

I said shut it!

What the f***

is going on?

So the radio works...

great! Good news.

Maybe... maybe

it doesn't.

Hell, you see, this

here hunting expedition...

it's not exactly

on the up and up.

You know?

So you're keeping your

criminal activities

from him?

Not so much, it's

just not wanting to

broadcast it all

over the airwaves.

At the gas station

you all were loading up

for a hunting party right

in front of the sheriff.

We hadn't killed

anything yet.

You haven't

killed anything now.

Not yet.

Ah, hell,

sweet buns.

What are you so concerned

about anyway, huh?

We've been more

than accommodating,

- am I right?

- Yeah.

That's enough!

Hold on... let

me make the call.

We'll just pretend

you're not here.

How 'bout that?

Honeybunch, it just

don't work that way.

Then how

does it work?

Well, you see, it

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