Red

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Hey.

- Good morning.

- ( dog whining )

( groans )

My early morning

wake-up call, huh?

I'm up, I'm up.

( laughs )

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Okay okay okay.

This is for you.

Yeah?

How's that?

Hmm?

You like that?

Good.

Sorry to keep you.

You coming?

Or are you staying?

Oh good.

Come on, let's go.

Red, let's go.

Let's get out of here.

- We're going, we're going.

- ( whines )

Okay, come on.

There you go.

There you go.

Come on, old boy.

Come on.

Up you go.

There you go.

That's it.

You hunker down.

Read my mind, Emma.

Well...

Read his too.

Thanks for taking care

of things today, em.

Now get

before they stop biting.

( sniffs )

Amateurs.

( boys chatting )

- What's the look for?

- ( boy laughing )

- What are you laughing at?

- Of course you didn't.

Hey, old timer.

You getting any bites?

A couple in the cooler.

Check it out if you like.

It took some convincing

to get them there.

Yeah, not bad.

Good size.

You can pull 'em five pounds

or more out here now and again.

These'll do me

just fine though.

Yeah?

We've been walking

around all morning,

haven't seen

a single deer.

Wish we had

your luck, huh?

It's not luck.

It's your gun oil.

I smelled you

long before I heard you.

Which isn't

difficult, either.

You should swab it down

a whole lot better.

Anything you're aiming to

shoot can smell you coming

for over a mile.

This your dog?

Mmm-hmm.

Kind of old, isn't he?

Oh yeah.

We both go back aways.

Yeah, raggedy old fella.

What is he, 10?

That is an old dog.

What kind of bait

are you using?

Worm.

Really?

Like a live worm?

Plastic.

Giving it a try.

So far so good.

Yeah, I like buzzbait.

Ever use the buzzbait?

So we've been

walking around

a long time.

Kind of tired.

Real hungry.

Are you hungry, Pete?

- Man, I'm famished.

- Famished.

( coughs )

Sit around for a few.

I'm sure I'll have

enough for four.

( scoffs )

Well, thank you.

I think we'll eat

in town.

Have you got

any money, Pete?

Nope.

Flat broke.

How about you, Harold?

Yeah, man.

I got like 10 bucks.

eating shitty fast food.

I want a sit-down meal.

- Thank you, though.

- Mm-hmm.

- How about you, old man?

- Red.

You got any money?

How much money you need?

Whatever's in your wallet

will work fine.

My wallet's in my pickup

in the glove compartment.

You passed it

on the way down here.

That's bullshit.

I don't have much use

for money down here, do I?

There's $20,

$30 in it.

I won't say

you're welcome to it,

but I'm not gonna argue

with a shotgun either.

- You got any credit cards?

- Never use them.

Harold, check his rig.

Come on, man,

it's just--

Check his rig.

God, you're so

f***ing stupid.

- It worth anything or what?

- No.

It's just old flies and sh*t.

There's nothing worth taking.

F***, all right.

Put your rig down, old man.

( barking )

- Easy there.

- Yeah, he better take it easy.

Put your goddamn rig down.

I set it down,

I could lose it.

I could get

a strike out there.

They're biting

pretty good today.

All right, reel it in

and then set it down.

( quietly )

What the f*** are you doing?

What do you got, huh?

You got a beat up pickup,

a wallet

with 20 bucks in it

and a rig that ain't

worth jack sh*t.

A couple of fish,

though,

and a goddamn dog.

You got nothing.

Here.

The smallest

opens the dash.

Red?

That's his name?

Uh-huh.

Though he's lost most of his

color now he's getting older.

- ( gunshot )

- ( Red whines )

Oh!

Holy sh*t!

( laughs )

He's red.

Look at that,

he's red.

He's f***ing red now,

isn't he?

You should remember to keep a

little more cash around, old man.

( Red whining )

Maybe stuff like this

won't happen to you.

( spits )

Let's get out of here.

- Have a nice f***ing day.

- ( Pete laughs )

Sit! Sit!

Good boy.

Sh*t, man.

You crazy son of a b*tch.

Harold, come on.

Pete:

Holy sh*t, man.

Holy sh*t.

This f***ing thing

took its head off!

Oh, Jesus.

Hold on, boy.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on, Red.

- Hold on, boy.

- ( whimpers )

Jesus.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

( panting )

( swings creaking )

( children laughing )

( dog barking )

( laughing,

barking continues )

( noises stop )

( phone ringing )

- Dean's.

- Dean, Ave Ludlow.

Got a question for you.

Hey there, Ave.

Shoot.

Do you ever carry

Browning Auto-5?

Don't stock the auto-5.

Never have.

You might want to try

Just Guns down on 95.

Just Guns.

All right, then.

How's that mangy cur

of yours holding up?

( chuckles )

He got himself

into a skunk last night.

Got any deals

on tomato juice?

I'll call Emma,

Tell her to set a case

aside for you.

Charge you wholesale

for it, okay?

Our noses

thank you both.

( shop bell rings )

( country music playing )

Can I help you?

I'd like to know if you

sold a Browning Auto-5

to a boy about 17, 18

years old maybe recently.

about yea high.

Thin, short blond hair,

Spiky.

You police?

No.

Lawyer?

P.I.?

Nuh-uh.

Then why are you asking?

Let's just say

it's a private matter.

It's a private matter?

Sorry, we can't be dealing

in private matters here, friend.

The boy I'm looking for...

he used the Browning

against my dog.

He had no reason to.

I'm sorry to hear

that, mister.

But like I said.

Your dog...

He dead?

The boy shot him

in the head.

Check the ledger, Jimmy.

- Yeah, but--

- Check it.

Suppose he goes and shoots the kid.

What then, Clarence?

He ain't gonna do that.

You a hunting man?

Sometimes.

You?

All my life

since I was 10 years old.

Uh-huh.

Couple years back I did

something damn foolish.

Forgot the safety.

First time in 30-some years.

Tripped over a bush,

finger on the trigger...

- blew it clear off.

- ( thuds )

Hurt like I never imagined.

Used my jacket

for a tourniquet,

but the blood just kept

pumping out of me.

I was losing it.

Couldn't even remember

which way the road was.

Fading fast.

And this fella

starts barking.

Runs a few paces,

keeps barking

like he's encouraging me.

I'd pass out and he'd come

bark right in my ear.

I pulled myself

almost a mile

before I blacked out.

That was his last day

on Alpo.

( laughs )

It's been top sirloin

ever since.

Here it is.

Boy came in

with his father.

Real snappy dresser,

his father.

Said he had short hair?

Danny C. McCormack.

Just turned

( dog barking )

( vacuum humming )

( knocks )

( vacuum stops )

The name's

Avery Ludlow, ma'am.

Is Mr. McCormack in?

Danny would not do that.

Avery:

I'm afraid he did, Mr. McCormack.

Daniel was the one

that did the shooting.

The other two

just stood by and watched

and then laughed

when it was over.

- They laughed?

- That's right.

They seemed to think

shooting a dog to death

was a pretty funny thing.

Does Daniel own a T-shirt

that says

"Stolen from May's

Whorehouse"?

( laughs )

What is it, Ludlow?

You want money?

You want money?

No, sir.

I'm after whatever

justice I can see

coming out of this thing.

What I want to know is that

the boy admits to what he's done

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