Mud

(STATIC ON WALKIE-TALKIE)

(WHISPERS)

I'm comin' out now.

MARY LEE:
I'm tired,

I want something different.

I just want to have a conversation.

I just want to talk about it.

(FAINT CLATTERING)

(SOFTLY) Sh*t.

(MOTOR RUNNING)

What the sh*t, man?

Suck it! Drive.

How old is she?

A junior.

She's got nice titties. You talk to her?

No.

You're gonna have to talk to her.

I know.

Remind me when we get back to my house.

I think Galen's got a book on that.

(MOTOR STARTING)

Sh*t.

Your dad would kill us

if he knew we went out there.

I'm not worried about my dad killin' us.

We need to move

if we're gonna make it back.

Set your watch,

we need a good 15 minutes.

(WATCH BEEPING)

There it is!

NECKBONE:
Galen says

it's been here awhile.

He thinks the last flood did it.

Oh, hold it.

Look.

Little shits.

There it is.

Yeah. There it is.

Came down from up there.

(CREAKING)

Motor's gone.

Who else knows about this?

Just me and Galen.

What's he think?

He don't care about it.

Good.

Because this boat's ours.

This is perfect.

Holy sh*t.

Dude.

Oh!

Son of a b*tch!

Whoa.

Those are awesome.

Man.

Neck.

Dude, look at that beave, you gotta see this.

- ELLIS:
Neck.

- What?

Someone's here.

What?

Someone's living here.

(WATCH BEEPING)

Sh*t.

We gotta go. Can't be late.

(BAG THUDS)

- What are you doing?

- I saw that same

boot print up in the tree.

It's got a cross in the heel.

Somebody's been in our boat.

NECKBONE:
Sh*t. Let's go!

We gotta go if you wanna make it back.

Takes twice as long goin' upriver.

Hold on.

Up there, they stop.

Where the hell'd he go?

I don't know.

Sh*t, you know that guy?

I've never seen him before.

Sh*t.

What'd you say, boy?

It's a hell of a thing, ain't it?

What's that?

Boat in a tree.

Hell of a thing.

You talkin' about our boat?

Talkin' about my boat.

We found it.

Yeah, you found it with me livin' in it.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

You got crosses in your heels.

Nails.

Shaped like crosses.

ELLIS:
What for?

Ward off evil spirits.

Bought 'em from a man I called an Indian,

but he was a Mexican,

said they were seven-league boots

worn by the seventh son

of the seventh son.

Told me they'd turn me into

a werewolf, that's a lie.

I don't know nothin' about that.

They just good luck boots.

(SPITS)

As you can see,

they ain't working too well so far.

What's your name?

I'm Neckbone, he's Ellis.

And, mister, I know you're not

the owner of that boat,

not for nine-tenths of nothin'.

Neckbone...

That's a heck of a good handle, son.

Where y'all from?

What do you care where we're from?

DeWitt.

Arkansas boys.

Y'all had me worried for a second.

We supposed to know you?

I doubt it.

I grew up around here,

but I've been gone awhile.

Where at around here?

Different places.

Spent a lot of time back up near the White.

You know Shelly's Oxbow?

Ellis.

Yeah, I know it.

An old man named Tom Blankenship

used to live up in there.

He still does.

His boat's across from mine.

Well, ain't that somethin'?

Hmm...

Now, I like you two boys. You remind me of

me.

Seein' as how you two is from Arkansas,

and we know some of the same people

and we grew up in some of the same places,

I reckon we can make a deal for somethin'.

A deal for what?

Food.

Food for a boat.

He's a bum, Ellis. Come on.

Why don't you go get your own food?

Well, I would if I could.

See, I told somebody I'd meet 'em here. So...

I'm stuck for now

and what I've got is runnin' low.

He's a bum, Ellis, come on.

I ain't no bum. I got money, boy.

You can call me a hobo,

'cause a hobo will work for his living,

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