Hammer

Next, please.

- How you doing? - Good, thanks. How are you?

Where are you travelling this morning?

Just going back to town.

Purpose of your visit?

I'm going home.

- Have a nice day. - Thanks, you too.

Hello?

At the house.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, Dad.

Yes!

Very nice.

What, no uniform today?

Not today. Good to see you, man.

Good to see ya.

It's a shame 'cause I was looking forward to seeing the new you.

Well, you should stop by sometime.

- See me in action. - Yeah, I tried. You never returned my call.

What? They don't give you any breaks or what?

Hey, man. The boxes don't pack themselves.

- Could see anyone on the way in? - No, no. It's dead.

I couldn't believe it when the phone rang.

I said, "Boy, you must be desperate..."

I guess I just missed you.

- Shit! - Come on, come on...

You just needed the money, didn't you?

It's good to see you.

You too.

Okay.

Here. I'll ride back with you.

- All right. - Throw those in my car.

Oh... Got it.

That was Dad.

- What? - Yeah, apparently, he left

a few things at the house and he wants me to go and...

pick them up. He didn't sound good.

- Yeah, well... - He sounds... shaken.

- Uh-huh. He's adjusting. - He's miserable, Stephen.

Well, it's only been a week.

He just finds things to complain about.

It's the best home in the city. I don't know what to tell you.

This makes me feel like shit.

I know and that's what he wants you to feel.

You know?

His house isn't safe now.

I know.

What if we gave him Chris's room?

- You can't be serious. - No, come on.

It's got its own little bathroom, it's tucked away...

It's not even being used.

- Stephen, it's not even being used. - I wonder why it's not?

I'm gonna... We'll talk about this later.

- Stephen... - I'm gonna... grab a few things.

Shouldn't be long.

You had a fucking laugh.

What? You know what I'd like to know?

- What? - What would this be for you?

Like would this be, like, nine months' salary?

Oh, fuck off, man. Fuck off.

Tell me it's not more than 10.

- Why do you do it? Honestly? - You know why.

Wow.

How's it going with you? How's Lori?

Oh, you know...

Complaining her fucking life away.

So it's the same then?

Pretty much.

Whoa, what's that? What's that?

- I thought you said it was dead. - It was!

- Go around! - I can't! There's nowhere to fucking go!

I'll grab the bike. You grab the guy.

No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!

What's going on?

Hey, what're you doing?

- Hey, buddy, you okay? - Don't talk to him.

- I said don't talk to him! - On the ground!

You, on the ground! On the fucking ground!

Now! Right now!

- Get the fuck down! - Okay, okay!

- You, over here! Bring the keys! - Everything's cool.

Keys! Shut the fuck up!

Keys. On the ground. You too.

Back up. Stay down!

Okay. Okay, let's go! Let's go!

- Babe, let's go. Come on! - Let's go then.

How did he know we were here?

Who gives a fuck? I don't know. Come on, man!

- What are you doing, Adams? - Let's get the fuck out of here!

- How did you know we were here? - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- How did you know? - Wait a second.

- Get the fuck off, man. - No, no! Wait, wait!

Chris! Chris!

Hey, hey, hey. Okay, just...

- Just wait a second, all right? - Just wait, man.

This was you?

This's bullshit, man.

That's fucking bullshit. Just listen, okay?

Both of you?

It's not what you think.

- This isn't... - Jesus Christ, man!

Okay.

What were you gonna do? Split it?

- Was that the plan? - Jesus, man...

For 200 fucking grand? Are you serious?

Throw it away.

- Oh, fuck. What... you're gonna shoot me now? - Throw it the fuck away!

- You're gonna shoot me and rob me? - Fuck you!

Fuck you! You're such a piece of shit!

Let's just talk about this, okay?

Lori, put the gun down. What the fuck are you doing?

You really think he's just going to forgive us?

- Jesus Christ! Just put the gun down. - Listen. I'm sorry. Okay?

- Just put the gun down! - What are you sorry for?

I'm sorry for... I'm sorry for everything!

I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole!

Oh, for being an asshole...

Babe, look. You don't wanna do this.

You don't wanna do this. This is not you.

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck? Go, go, go!

Get the fucking bags! Get the fucking bags!

Fuck! You fucking bitch!

Lori, get the fucking bags!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

- Chris. - He could have killed us.

He just shot me.

- He just shot me. - Just hang on! Just hang on!

Hi.

I hate it when you walk away like that.

Chris is just fine.

- I know. - He doesn't even want to live with us.

He knows we love him and he has his own place...

What was that?

I'm gonna call you back.

Jeremy?

- Have you been talking to your brother lately? - Mom...

He knows that you love him.

Honestly. He's probably just really busy.

Well, how's his job going?

- It's good. - So, and?

What do you mean, "and?" He goes to work and he comes home.

- What else do you need to know? - I want you to talk to me.

- About what, Mom? - Everything. This...

whole situation. We never talk about it.

Come on. What do you think?

Well, I think if you treat somebody like an outsider,

then they become an outsider.

And if you don't, then they don't.

I mean, I don't know.

Mom.

You see, this is... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

No, it's okay. It's fine. It's just...

It's just menopause.

- Don't get it on me. - No, you can't catch it.

When did you become so wise, huh?

- Come here. What's your rush? - Mom...

Oh, fuck.

What are you doing?

- Nothing. - I just saw you.

- Whose bike is that? - No one... Just a friend's.

- A friend? - Yeah.

- What are you doing here? - I was gonna borrow Pop's car.

- You're gonna borrow the car? - Yeah.

- What is that blood on you? - Huh?

- What's wrong? - I was just...

- I'm gonna explain later. - Are you okay?

- I'm gonna see you later... - Hey! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait...

Chris...

- Oh fuck. - Chris. Chris, tell me.

Tell me. Answer me. What happened?

- Are you okay? - It's bad.

It's bad. It's really bad. Yeah, you don't understand.

- I'll understand. Just tell me. - There was a...

There was a girl. She was on my bike.

- Right. - And she fell off

and I tried to turn back to get her, but I couldn't.

- You left her? - I had to.

I couldn't carry her or the bags.

Why didn't you call an ambulance?

- Just... - What?

- Just... - What?

She was shot, Dad.

They would've asked questions.

So I hid her...

I hid her away in one of the old fields behind...

by the Myers Farm, so...

There was no one around.

I gotta go back there before someone finds her.

Is she still alive?

I don't think so.

- Okay. You know what're you gonna do? - I don't know.

Do you even have a plan?

It's a human being.

Chris.

- It's a human being. - I know that.

I didn't have a choice.

- Get in the car. - What?