Red

Hey.

Good morning.

My early morning wake-up call, huh?

I'm up, I'm up.

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.

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.

Amateurs.

What's the look for?

- 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? 11?

14.

14 years old.

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.

Sit around for a few.

I'm sure I'll have enough for four.

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.

10 bucks? I don't feel like 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 fucking stupid.

- It worth anything or what? - No.

It's just old flies and shit. There's nothing worth taking.

Fuck, all right. Put your rig down, old man.

- 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.

What the fuck 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 shit.

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.

Oh!

Holy shit!

He's red.

Look at that, he's red.

He's fucking red now, isn't he?

You should remember to keep a little more cash around, old man.

Maybe stuff like this won't happen to you.

Let's get out of here.

Have a nice fucking day.

Sit! Sit! Good boy.

Shit, man.

You crazy son of a bitch.

Harold, come on.

Holy shit, man.

Holy shit.

This fucking thing took its head off!

Oh, Jesus.

Hold on, boy. Hold on.

Hold on. Hold on, Red.

Hold on, boy.

Jesus.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

- 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?

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.

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.

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.