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as I tell you, hadn't you?

( engine starts )

Would it help if I said

I was sorry about the dog?

I think you're a tad late

with your apology, son.

( tires squealing )

Oh, sh*t!

Danny:

He's not gonna stop.

I'm telling you,

we got to stop the truck.

I know him, okay?

He's not gonna stop.

Just keep on driving.

( crashes )

You hit him just like

we said, son.

Okay?

( screaming )

( crickets chirping )

( rattling )

( Avery groaning )

Hey.

How are you doing?

Come on.

What--

what you got there?

What you got there?

( groaning )

Yeah.

( groans )

Sh*t.

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh my god.

My god, what the hell

are you doing here?

I came back for my dog.

What?

I left him here

up on the porch.

They will f***ing

kill you.

Jesus Christ, they think they

already f***ing killed you.

I only want my dog,

that's all.

Your mother,

she covered him up for me.

It's around the back.

They threw your dog

in the woods.

Why?

Because it's evidence.

Mr. Ludlow, it is f***ing

evidence of what they did to you.

Take me there.

Look at you,

you're f***ing hurt.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

Just take me back

to where they threw him.

F***.

God.

Don't you worry about god.

Just take me there.

All right, fine.

Then you'll go?

- That's right.

- You'll go if I take you there?

Yes.

I know-- I know it's

around here somewhere.

- Where?

- I don't know.

Okay, f***.

It's up--

Mr. McCormack:

Flying Jesus!

( chuckles )

You don't stay down,

do you, old man?

You're f***ing

unbelievable.

I came back for my dog.

For the dog?

- Yes.

- You want the dog?

That's right.

Well, there's your

goddamn dog.

Now tomorrow

we're gonna bury him.

You sure do cause a whole lot

of trouble there, old man.

Whole lot of trouble.

- Dad!

- Jesus Christ, Harold!

Get the hell over here.

What are you doing over there?

Dad, come on, look.

Isn't this enough?

Just stop!

Harold, you got no more

sense than he does.

Dad's right.

Enough of this

old f*** already.

( c*cks gun )

- This ends now.

- ( gunshot )

( groans )

( groaning )

( gunshots )

Aw, f***!

Get him!

( grunts )

( groans )

( gasps )

( Danny groaning,

sobbing )

- Danny!

- Dad!

( grunts )

Easy, boy.

- Easy.

- They're not sorry.

No, not sorry.

No, easy.

( gagging )

Easy.

Easy.

( breathing stops )

( whimpering )

( sobbing )

You got shot, boy.

Stay still.

Stay still.

I'll send somebody.

( gasping )

- You see what you did?

- Huh?

- Huh?

- ( groans )

You see what you did?

And somebody,

either you or Danny,

shot your boy Harold too.

Now I don't think it matters

which one of you, do you?

My my.

My my.

You had yourself

quite a day.

Quite a day.

( digging )

( sighs )

( car door opens, closes )

Today's the day, huh?

Be sure to drop me a line

when you get to Boise

so I know how to find you.

Carrie:

I'm not going to Boise, Ave.

The editor from

a New York paper called.

He read the article.

Said it was the best

human interest story

he'd read in a decade.

That he wanted more

so he offered me

a staff job.

They even said they'd pay

for the lawyers

if McCormack follows through

on his lawsuit.

Good for you.

Jesus, Ave. How long

you gonna make me wait?

Wait?

What for?

The article.

What did you think?

Well, it was

certainly well written.

- But?

- But...

it wasn't true.

I don't understand you.

Carrie,

two boys died.

It was self defense, Ave.

I just couldn't let it go.

I couldn't.

Like it or not.

What?

What?

Emma gave her to me.

Evangeline had herself

a litter of four.

Ah.

Two of them black

and two of them red.

Oh no, Carrie.

I don't think I can--

What do you mean?

You don't think you can what?

Carrie, I'm old.

I-- she's just--

Don't think

of things that way

or else there's nothing

in life that you can have

that's anywhere

near worth having.

I can't do this.

I--

You give her

what time you can.

She'll do the same.

Carrie, take the dog.

You'll both do just fine.

Carrie, take the dog.

Take the dog, Carrie!

Carrie.

Carrie!

The dog!

( starts engine )

( paws pattering )

( whines )

So...

What do I

call you?

( orchestral music playing )

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