Wrong Turn 6: Last Resort Page #4

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before it all... happened.

I used to be on Wall Street.

Had a bit of a meltdown.

- Seems an appropriate reaction.

- Not everybody thought so.

Not my company.

Definitely not my clients.

I lost a lot of people's money.

Including Bryan's, Toni's, my own.

I guess that's when you find out

who your real friends are.

- The ones who stand by you.

- Maybe they think you owe them.

No, not them.

It was all so embarrassing.

You weren't suited to that nonsense.

On the plus side, it's how we found you.

What do you mean?

We do have

the internet out here.

So you found me

through Google?

Yeah. Took a long time.

But it was important we found you.

- To run a hotel?

- Amongst other things.

Time to climb up.

This doesn't belong to somebody?

Anything on this land

belongs to us.

Go on.

Beer has arrived.

- There you go, dude.

- F***, we need an opener.

- Yeah.

- Hey! Where's Danny?

Out hunting.

- What, Danny?

- What's this?

Oh, yeah. Remember the little gaggle

of old ladies?

- Yeah.

- Well, one of them went AWOL.

F***ing Alzheimer's, dude.

It's a f***ing killer.

- You need to go get Danny.

- Now?

Yes. Please.

It's gonna get dark soon, and I don't

like him alone with these people.

OK, Mom.

They ain't gonna like it.

- Are you sure we don't...

- Sh!

...need a permit or anything?

Every man lives by his own set of rules.

Speaking of which,

time to introduce you to the hunt.

First you gotta scout, then stretch.

Someplace

the deer feels safe.

Where men can't get to it.

Bait your area.

Lure, entice the deer over your ways.

You don't wanna

go after your prey.

You let your prey come to you.

It's about patience.

And being smarter than the animal.

Be still.

Aim for the upper shoulder.

The neck.

Or the brain.

A one-shot kill.

Now we check the blood trail.

Pink blood with air bubbles

means you've hit the heart or the lung.

Now that's what you want.

Dark red, you probably hit the liver.

Yhe buck may hang in there,

but they will die soon enough.

Watery blood with bile,

you may have to track the deer,

deliver another shot.

He may try to bolt.

But if you've aimed just right,

it'll be pure reflex.

Good shot, Danny.

- What do we do next?

- Nothing.

It's dark red blood.

Besides, he'll be dead soon.

We have more than enough meat back

home. Come on.

We can't just leave it like this.

It's your kill.

Just be careful.

He may have some kick left in him.

Upper shoulder, neck or brain. Go.

Very good, Danny.

That's very good.

Charlie, what did you do to this weed?

Oh, f*** this!

Sh*t!

Jesus!

- You're bleeding.

- So are you.

Most of it's not mine anyway. Ah!

We've gotta get out of here!

He saw my face.

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