Happy Hunting

Hello?

Who's this?

Do you speak English?

Habla ingles?

Habla ingles?

Yeah, I'll wait.

Hello?

Yeah, I know her.

But it's been...

Shit.

How did she die?

No, she didn't have a kid.

Why are you telling me this?

Wait, wait, you sure it's mine?

Look, I get that but...

Isn't there anyone else you can call?

Where in Mexico?

Okay.

Okay, I'll call you back.

What's up with you?

I get the shakes.

- That happens if you go cold Turkey.

- Haven't tried for a while.

- How do you know this guy?

He's all right.

Been working for big Dave.

- I ain't never seen you before.

- I ain't been around long.

- How much you want for the shit?

Whatever's fair.

You hear about Randall?

- What? - Fat Shirley's Randall?

- No, randal from up the road.

Old fucking wheelchair Randall.

Shit, yeah.

How's old boy doing?

He dead.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- You say this is good shit?

Let's see if the lady can dance.

I'll put five minutes on the clock.

C'mon, tell me, man.

How he dead?

- Well he won the scratchers, ten grand.

No kidding.

- Yeah well you know his wife?

Nah.

Fucking hot.

I mean hot for Randall at least.

Work down there at the soap factory.

Man, ain't never any body seen her so

much in love with the motherfucker.

She been cooking for him, and cleaning for him,

sucking on his old cripple dick

from time to time.

Now the only problem is,

old Randall started getting real sick.

Puking over the side of his wheelchair.

His fucking skin's turning yellow,

his hair's falling out.

The genius he is, thinks it's the booze,

so he goes on the wagon.

But that shit ain't helping.

Old Randall check himself into the hospital.

Two days later, the motherfucker's dead.

Doctors say they found him filled to the

gills with industrial lye.

Holy shit!

- Turns out his old lady been sneaking it

into his food a little at a time.

Stealing it from the soap factory.

Angling on taking Randall's scratcher money.

Bitches, all of 'em.

- Hey, you got three minutes left.

The fuck kind of crank you trying to

push on us, hombre?

Some advil and baby laxatives shit?

That's a solid cook...

- Solid cook? - Fucking bullshit.

How'd you see this thing playing out?

You sit the fuck down!

- I'm getting big Dave down here right fucking now!

Shit!

Hey it's Warren.

I'm driving.

I can be at the border by Thursday.

Look, I don't know exactly where I'm going.

I need an address.

I'll call back.

- We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed.

Please check the number and dial again.

We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed.

Please check the number and dial again.

This is Warren, again.

Look I'm close to the border.

In some motel somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

I need to know where I'm going.

So until you call me back, this is as far as I go.

Staying or passing through.

Just passing through.

Bedford flats?

- Yeah, founded by the bedford corporation.

Hunting town, used to chase buffalo out on

the salt flats till they ran out of steam.

Something they picked up from the Indians.

Hunters, huh?

Not for a long time.

You're done, Bob.

Want me to get the sheriff again?

Now finish up and get on out of here.

Everyone's sick of your shit.

Hey bud!

Didn't catch your name.

Warren.

Steve.

So are you staying or passing through?

Just passing through.

- Wanted to give you my number.

Nah, it's cool.

- C'mon man, this isn't some gay pick up thing.

I'm not coming onto you,

I just collect lost causes.

That's all.

Thanks.

- Sticking around for the festival?

That's what these are?

Yeah.

Yeah, the kids make them.

They're great, huh?

Sure.

- All right, well call me anytime, bud.

Day or night, okay?

Warren: Look, you called me.

I'm ready to head across the border,

I want to help the kid.

But you got to tell me where to go.

Call me back.

- While you're travelling America's highways

and by ways.

You may just want to make an unscheduled

stop in a little place called bedford flats.

Bedford flats is a community that cares

and a community that hunts.

That's right, we share our desert home with

some of the most diverse wildlife in

the United States.

Including bison, duck, and white tailed deer.

Yes, from the birds in the sky to the fish

in our waters, everything is fair game.

And thanks to the fishing game act of 1895

it's open season all year round,

driving our little town's bustling economy.

And of course, the annual bedford flats

hunting festival is truly an affair for the

whole family to enjoy.

It's the way we've always done it,

and the way we'll always do it in out little town.

Tradition, without it we're nothing.

- The truck's just down the road.

Wallet's in the glove compartment.

I'm not supposed to...

I'll come right back.

Scouts honor.

Steve: Hello?

- It's Warren, from the meeting.

- Hey bud, about time you called.

I need help.

- I am so glad you reached out.

- Yeah I'm ready to make a you know, change.

- Everybody gets sick and tired

of being sick and tired, bud.

We'll get you up and running in no time.

- So have you ever served in the military?

Yeah in basic training.

I mean just a few months but didn't really work out.

- Can I ask what happened?

I stole a helicopter.

- You can fly a helicopter?

- Well like I said, it didn't really work out.

- So do you exercise? - Do you work out?

- Like in the gym and shit?

No.

- When Steve was in his disease,

he didn't get off the couch.

- Say you mind if i hit the head?

- Just down the hall to the left.

Yeah, thank you.

Staying or passing through?

Just meeting a friend.

- You didn't mention you had a kid.

I don't.

There's a bedroom.

- Christopher was supposed to be his name.

Sorry?

Cheryle was pregnant.

And she got so excited when the doctor

told her she was gonna have a boy that

she decorated the room.

Decided he was gonna be a baseball player.

And one night I was high, i pushed her down,