West Virginia Stories

Get up.

- The alarm didn't even go off.

Internal clock.

- Oh, man.

What?

Get dressed.

Here.

Okay.

- Guess my internal clock's on snooze.

Are--are you--?

- Hurry.

- Slowly! - You just said "hurry."

Shh. Faster.

When he gets into the clearing, take the shot.

Safety off.

I got it.

Squeeze real soft.

Take it.

Shoot it.

Did I hit it?

Didn't look like it.

Well, there's your bullet hole.

- I don't see any bullet. Where's the bullet?

You know where the bullet is? Where's the bullet?

Inside the deer.

- How the heck did I miss that?

I think I banged my scope.

Ow. Scope must be broken.

Fucking deer.

Ow!

Damn.

You want the last piece of bacon?

Doug?

Do you want the last piece of bacon?

No!

Damn it!

I lost my game.

Man, I'm supposed to call Sherry,

but I cannot get any reception here.

- Doug! - It's spotty.

- Huh? - There is no reception.

- That's weird. Does she know that?

Uh-huh.

- Why would she ask me to call her, then?

- Your wife has a sick sense of humor.

Yes, she does.

She screw with you growing up?

Constantly.

- I said, did she mess with you growing up?

Huh?

Did she screw with you?

What's up? You coming?

- I'm going to go hunt a few hundred yards that way.

Okay.

Cover more ground.

- All right, well, what if, uh...

what if I get something?

I'll come to you.

- What if you get something?

Just stay put.

You might spook something your way.

Okay.

Try not to miss.

Yeah, thanks.

[distant laughter and chattering]

Right over here...

- Come on, it's right over here.

Stay put.

Oh, shit.

Hey!

Are there any more?

Ryan, are there more?

Goddamn it, Ryan, is that the last of them?

Yeah!

Are you sure?

- Are you sure? - No...

I...I don't see any more!

Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

I just killed him.

I killed him.

Doug? Doug, what are you doing?

Where are you going? Doug, stop. Just stop a minute, Doug.

We got to figure out what to do here.

Doug, what are you doing?

We got to figure out what to do here.

Just a minute--no, Doug! Damn it!

Just a second!

Stop! Look...

we got to go to the police.

We have got to go to the police.

We've got to figure out what to do, okay?

Talk to me!

What?

"What"?

Did you just say "what"?

Jesus, Doug, we just fucking killed three people,

and all you can say is "what"?

Yeah, you are fucking crazy now man.

No, Doug. Doug!

No, wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

Doug, stop!

Doug, come on. Doug--

come on, Doug.

Wait. Don't--don't-- don't touch everything.

Just leave it all as it is.

Let's just go to the police. Would you stop...?

That's a lot of money.

If we take it to the police now,

Pack it up, take it over, it won't look suspicious.

But the longer we wait, the worse it looks.

Come on, Doug. Snap out of it. Please?

I can't do this by myself.

I mean, they--

somebody probably heard those shots.

Imagine if the police go out there

and find those dead bodies.

Then they see us with all this money.

I mean, we are in trouble, buddy.

Doug!

It's gun season.

What?

It's gun season.

No one's going to care about gunshots.

Plus, there ain't nobody out here anyway.

- Still, I--I think we need to tell someone.

John Brander.

Elliot Moody.

And Cooper Greene.

And the one they killed just had these keys.

You know who they are?

- How the heck would I know who they are?

- I don't know who they are either.

I do know they're probably not-so-nice people.

They got a quarter million dollars buried in a hole.

which makes me think there's some other

not-so-nice people who will be wanting that money back.

- Then that's all the more reason

to go to the police.

Then what?

- What do you mean, "then what?"

Then go to the police.

Turn all this money in.

And we're heroes for killing a couple of bad guys?

What then?

You think those people are going to be happy

about losing that money?

Huh?

You think they're just going to let it go?

No.

And everybody, good and bad, is going to know

just who the hell we are.

- If we're in trouble, police won't use our names.

- We're--we're in a town of 500 people, all right?

How anonymous do you think we can be?

You know why I came out here, don't you?

Why do you think?

Be alone.

You wanted to get away from everything, I guess.

That's right.

Alone.

And then you show up.

And these guys.

And now you want to invite the police

and the media

and God knows who else out here?

And with my history,

you don't think they're going to dig that up?

I mean, Christ, I can just see the headlines.

- It's confidential, isn't it?

Not military, no.

You're right.

It's my fault.

If I wasn't here,

none of this would have happened.

If I wouldn't have missed that deer,

none of this would have happened.

We wouldn't be arguing over piles of money.

Four dead guys out there.

No, I'm not blaming you.