Hunting Grounds

We just got here, come on.

-Johnny! -No, I wanna go back.

- Hey. -

What's wrong, kiddo?

-We forgot Roscoe. -It's okay, honey.

-I'll get you a new stuffy. -Promise?

Pinky promise. I'll be back soon, okay?

Okay.

-Ah, there you are. - Aunt Rosie!

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi. Okay, get in there.

Okay.

You've got this. Everything's gonna be fine.

You've reached Agent Tim Gallano.

Leave your information after the beep.

Hi, it's me again.

I'll wait another fifteen minutes and then I'm gone.

I did my part.

Please do yours.

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Fuck!

Oh, shit.

It's over.

Out of the car!

What, you think we wouldn't find you?

You can't run, Chloe.

We got people everywhere.

Even feds.

Hey. Everything okay here, sir?

Oh, we're fine. Thanks, buddy.

Just a little car trouble.

Well, I can help if you like.

Got some tools in the shed.

Uh, that won't be necessary.

It's all under control.

Okay, thanks.

Ma'am? What's, uh...

What's going on?

Happy?

Fun's over!

Let's go.

Vinny, please.

-God damn it! -Get her legs!

Hey, Donny.

We got her.

Just go with the flow. It'll be a perfect trip.

All right, no sweat. Ah, maybe we take that

dirt road back there.

Yeah, that must be it. And we'll find a beautiful spot.

Oh god, here he comes.

Okay, then let's go.

Come on.

Find everything you need?

Yeah, thanks.

Does this thing work?

It does if you know how to use it.

Now you need a PhD to figure it out.

I doubt you have one.

Yeah, y'all have a nice day, huh.

- -Morning, Jake.

Morning.

-What are we looking at? -Three more.

Three more?

Coyotes gonna go extinct

if you keep bringing 'em in like this.

Well, if they stop eating my fox,

maybe I'll stop killing them.

So, more bait?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Just some gizzards and shit.

Okay.

If only that generation would go extinct, huh?

So, what?

She was just sitting there waiting for you?

Oh yeah. Right where he said she'd be.

Is she hurt?

Had to use a little force.

She bloodied Vinny's nose pretty good, so.

That's my girl.

So, what? How are my kids?

No kids, yet.

I want you to find my kids, Mick.

I never should have got her involved in any of this.

Comes with the territory, bro.

She seemed like she was a good one.

How were you supposed to know?

Just find my kids.

You do whatever it takes.

We'll find them.

- Mick? -Yeah?

They're my fucking kids.

You do whatever it takes.

I know.

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What the?

Did we lose them?

Wait, stay here.

If someone comes, just say we're hunting pheasant.

-I got it. -Let's go. She's close.

- -

You fucking rat bitch.

Where are the kids, Chlo?

Tell me!

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Who the hell are you?

You need a hand?

Back off, man. I don't need--

I wasn't talking to you.

Do you need a hand?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

What am I dealing with here?

I shoot, you run.

Shit.

Can I see that phone?

No signal. We'll get one back at my truck.

Is that where we're headed?

That's right. I'll drop you off at the Sheriff's office.

No, no police.

-No cops? -It's complicated.

Try me.

I just need to make a call, and then

I'll be out of your hair.

Okay.

- Damn it. - What happened?

I heard gunshots. Mick?

Mick, what's going on? Where's Lance?

-He's dead. -What? How?

Some hunter shot him.

Hunter? Where's Chlo?

-She's with him. -

Get in the fucking truck.

Here's to you, Ken.

Made some big strides in your life, hmm?

I'm proud of you.

Thank you, Donny.

How long have I known you now?

What? Twenty-five years?

-Thirty-one years now. -No.