Blue Ruin Page #4

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Both of my parents are dead.

Your mother being in the car, that

was a f***-up. I'll give you that.

If what you're saying

about Wade is true, then...

Big Wade had cancer.

Couldn't let him die in prison.

I'd have done the time,

but I had two strikes.

Little Wade,

he could take the plea.

- Call them.

- Who's them? The cops?

Your family.

What do you want me to say?

We're all gonna...

we're all gonna meet up

somewhere public,

and this is gonna end.

Okay.

Don't say my name,

and don't mention the gun.

And we're in Kentucky.

You ever been to Kentucky?

Hey, call me back now.

They're not answering.

Can I call the house?

Yeah.

Shut up.

I'm fine.

It's my leg.

Yeah, I'm with him.

He's here.

I'll try, but we already

been through that.

All right.

She wants to talk to you.

- Who's she?

- My sister.

- She's bossy.

- Throw it on the ground.

Keep that thing pointed right

at my face.

I ain't going anywhere.

Turn your head.

Look away.

It's all over

as far as I'm concerned.

You hear that, sis?

Don't go starting...

There's nobody home,

stupid f***!

They're hunting.

Yeah!

F***!

F***ing legs are asleep.

I'll die.

I should.

But my sister

never did anything to you.

So please just tell me.

You bet.

I got the gun.

You get the truth.

Not to satisfy

your f***ing curiosity, Dwight.

Just know that the man

that killed your parents

didn't die by your hand.

He smoked and he drank and he...

I guess he didn't f***

'cause of the cancer,

but he watched

all his favorite TV shows,

and he died a free man.

You're gonna die

like your whore father did.

Shot in the f***ing face.

Or how about first

we open up that belly?

You want to see your guts steam?

Must have something in there,

since you took Wade from us.

And for that your sis...

Wait.

Just the one?

- Yes!

- Sorry.

I had to wait for him to aim

before I could shoot.

It had to be legal,

at least on my part.

His... his head...

That's what bullets do.

Jesus.

I am not impressed.

You missed from two yards?

Hey, let's go, man.

I'd like him off my property.

- OK.

- Come on.

One, two, three.

This is Wade Cleland?

It's his older brother.

Wade's already dead.

Wipe this off your face.

He's probably got hepatitis.

Pick that up.

Throw that in here.

Don't forget to wipe that off

before you get rid of it.

You got the keys?

Yeah.

Show them to me.

What about the rest of his head?

Coyotes will get that.

Long as there's no teeth.

They're not gonna

let this end...

Not now.

Yeah.

Well, I'm switching you

to buckshot.

Yeah.

Doesn't have the stopping power

of a 12-gauge,

but you seem comfortable

with it.

It shoots slugs too,

but you wouldn't hit anything.

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