More Than One Idiot Brother - Act 2 / Part 1

Recap Part one. In northern Michigan, Dutch Nyberg was set
to quit the rust belt town of Twelfth Forever. Her
father had recently passed, and the offer of a job
at Kirt Thor's new autonomous car factory was never going
to be enough. Her heart was set on the road. However,
on the eve of her departure, she happened upon a
bloody murder scene. Kurt Thor's right hand man had been
shot in the back. The perpetrators, her three idiot brothers,
j P, Raife, and Mort, fade in interior abandoned cabin. Night.
Dutch kicks in the door, pushes the two white bicycles inside.
Rafe and j P carry the body into the hall.
Mort comes in after them with the police dog. Rafe
and JP dump the man's body on the ground. Dutch
slams the door closed, moonlight shafting in through several large
holes in the roof. Dutch pacing breathing hard, the brothers
standing still, glancing helplessly at one another.
I have questions. I have questions, questions.
There's no need to panic here. Panic is the.
Last Ain't panic, right, It's despair, not the same thing.
I have questions.
I didn't mean to kill him, and strange as it.
May seem, that ain't one of them.
It was an accident.
I just want to scare him, have him fall on
his It was the recoil. I swear didn't even mean
for her to be a second shot. I didn't, I
swear it. But that won't matter to them.
People like us ain't allowed to make mistakes, not around
the likes of doctor Thor, mistakes of any kind.
Dutch kicks the body. It rolls into the moonlight.
It ain't doctor Thor.
The dead man is doctor Sandberg.
If it was, I wouldn't be here trying to figure
shit this. Maybe something can be done.
No, that's doctor Thor for real, it's doctor sand Bert.
The dude profile and everyone in town.
Mother fucker did not tell you all our civil rights
was being.
You are no goddamn hero in this JP. You are
not that. Why do you have a police dog?
Didn't you hear that you stole.
A fucking police dog?
Know?
I did not hear that.
No about chancer.
Dutch looks at mort At the tears welling in his eyes.
A look of horrible realization crosses Dutch's face. Exterior field
bordering Woodland Day. In the center of the field, the
cab of a nineteen eighty eight AMC Eagle has been
chopped then mounted on five foot high stilts, completing the
deer stand. A ladder leads up to the driver's door.
Inside the deer stand, Mort and Chancer. A doe walks
out of the woods. Mort carefully aims his three to
eight Winchester through the wooden panel where the windshield used
to be. The dough shutters, drops down on her front knees,
gets back to her feet, limps back into the woods.
Mort looks at Chancer. Chancer jumps across Mort, then leaps
clean out of the deer stand, runs across the field,
disappearing into the woods. Mort shoulders his Winchester climbs down
the ladder. Exterior South Lindburg rode through the woods day Aeriel.
The driverless auto blasts down the wide straight road, followed
by the convoy vehicles times eight intercut several times with
Chancer tearing headlong through the woods. The driverless auto accelerating
down South Lindburg, Chancer within sight of the doe, who
is now crossing the road. Exterior woods close on South
Lindburg Day. Mort jogging through the forest, eyes firm on
the trail. A sharp howl in the near distance. Mort
stops dead in his tracks.
Jesser Chancer, Chancer, Chancer.
Mort sprints in the direction of the howl, tosses his
Winchester so he can run faster. Mort bursts out of
the woods, sees Chancer lying dead in the right lane.
In the same lane off to the south, he can
see the driverless auto convoy speeding away to the north,
a beat up pickup truck driving in the opposite direction.
Mort falls on his knees next to Chancer, picks up
his body, holds it like it were a child, weeps
like a baby. Back in the cabin, A single tear
rolls down Mort's face.
Cos didn't do nothing, nothing, didn't want to do nothing
troubled the great Doctor Thor with the runover dock in
the woods.
I tell you it's nothing in this We're nothing nothing.
Mort has a true and special bon with animals, and
the police dog whins to see more. It's so upset.
It's why I mean, when we saw him, I thought,
you know, get a little something back off the bastard.
He was only supposed to fall over from fright of it.
I swear I get.
That part, but.
I'm sorry you decided to replace Chancer with the stolen
fucking police dog.
No, no, we ain't fucking stupid sis replaced nothing until
they get us justice for Chancer.
You got their dog, you reckon. That's more and fair, you.
Reckon, that's more than fair.
That.
Oh, please tell me they don't know yet you have
their k nine.
They're what they're done.
They're fucking dog, you fucking brain blade, aim the saal.
No, we just got her, not half an hour ago.
We ain't sent the pictures yet, right, what the pictures?
You didn't send them?
No, nobody saw you take We ain't getting her back.
Nobody saw you take her. You're certain of that.
We had the combination for the lock on the kennel,
so we were super fast, like in out done.
Who in the fuck did you have it?
You've got to be kidding.
Interior Twelfth Police Station day flashback. Sheriff Taylor slides a
USB across the counter to JP and Conrad. JP picks
it up, smiles sardonically pockets it. Exterior Dog Kennel's day
POV body cam footage Deputy Veagel walking towards the kennel's
Luna barks excitedly. As Vegel approaches, Hey Luna breakfast, Deputy
Vagel takes the large combination lock in her hand, spins
the wheels seven nine four.
Three fourth fucking amend.
Picture freezes as the pause symbol appears on screen. Back
in the cabin, JP falls onto his knees whales like
a love sick teenager.
I mean too, Jesus lord, please, you have to believe me.
I didn't mean to.
I can't go to jail.
I cannot go to jail.
I mean, I really can't.
I ain't giving Luna up.
I can't.
And y'all wore blaze orange to go rob a police dog.
If anybody come across us on the way up there,
we say we're hunting smart Huh.
I ain't giving her up.
I can't go to you have the dog and you
still have the highy shit on.
Right.
Oh so I ask again, are you certain absolutely nobody
saw it?
Sists?
Don't We have bigger problems right here right now, Jesus.
Rape, don't you get it?
If y'all are seen with Luna on the night Sandberg
disappeared Sheriff Taylor goes from no likely suspects at all
to grill in your asses over every minut fucking detail
of your whereabouts.
I cannot go to jail.
I ain't giving Luna boy shot the fuck up.
I have a clear choice to make Friday coming. I'm
out of here gone. So my choice is that door
and the I seventy five tonight, or or getting mixed
up in an idiot murder with a bunch of goddamn
muppets and hopes one of you, Jack asked clowns, don't
fuck up your slim to.
Nine hopes of getting out from under this uncommon mess.
I ain't giving up, Luna, you know what?
Fuck it? Nope, this time, y'all are on your own.
Dutch makes for the exit.
Daddy, he would have wanted you to help us. Real
family sticks like shit. You know he said that.
Dutch's hand freezes on the door handle.
Are you Dick Niberg's daughter or not?
He'd spin in his grave if you turn your back
on us here like this, you know he would.
Dutch hesitates, then pushes the door fully open.
Fuck daddy, that is and what he stood for.
Fuck what he would have done here for his boys
to make damn sure they don't swing over one stupid,
horrible mistake.
Are you Dick Niberg's daughter or not? If not, who
the fuck.
Are you a beat? Dutch grimaces you.
Will do as I said, say, without question, no hesitation.
Yes, yes.
Everybody looks at.
Mort Mort that depends more quick more.
To seethes silently, then nods affirmatively. Dutch looks at her watch.
All right, it's twenty after midnight. First we need to
make sure that.
Distinct sounds of break squeaking out on the road. Dutch
pulls the door closed. Everybody freezes. A vehicle's engine is
turned off a beat. Suddenly a spotlight beam burst through
the window. Everybody drops to their knees. Rafe steals a
glance out the window. Deputy Vegels four by four is
parked up next to Dutch's truck five oh. Vagel is
using the cab spotlight to survey the scene. What the
fuck do we do now?
What the shuck do we do?
Shut up?
JP? Rafe's confidence surges. He stands deliberately. I got this fight,
raises his hand on the door. Dutch grabs his arm.
I do not go out there.
Wait.
Rafe pulls his arm from Dutch goes boldly out the door.
Hey Carol.
Deputy Veagel sees Rafe. She smiles like the sun coming out. Hey, Raf,
what you doing in there?
Well? I was up in the woods.
Deputy Vegel sees the dead deer in the back of
the tow truck.
Got caught short. I swear, Deputy, you ever take one.
Of those dumps That feels like you're saying goodbye to
an old friend.
Best I don't go in there.
Huh this angle hadn't actually occurred to Rafe.
No, absolutely not. That's a great idea. Don't do that.
I mean I would wooie. No, ma'am.
Ain't that dutchess work.
Trow sure is, But that's Dutch can never do enough
for her family.
Inside the cabin, hearing Deputy Vagel's voice, Luna whinds and
strains the towards the door. Shut that fucking dog up.
It's okay.
I got her one way or the other. Mort doesn't
like the implication here, and there's real menace in his
eyes and voice. For the first time you'll.
Lay your finger on Luna, It'll be the other way
for you.
Brother quick boct me. Dutch looks out the window, sees
Raith flirting with Bagel.
That boy has a gift, no doubt.
Now we gotta get Luna barks outside the cabin. Bagel,
here's the Bark, raises her torch at the open door.
You hear that?
Hear what?
Why even asking?
You're deaf in one ear?
Shit, sorry, Carol, can you say that again? I'm deaf
in my left ear.
Inside the cabin, mort sings Nino softly to Luna, give elcoco.
Luna is transfixed by more as he sings. Outside the cabin,
Vegel moves towards the open cabin door.
You see a dog in there.
Raf Rafe slips a snuff necklace from beneath his shirt.
At the end of the chain is a small metal vial.
Girl, you're tripping Only I got the anidote right here.
Deputy Vegel looks at Raife, sees him tap a white
powder onto the crooked shaft of his wrist.
Stf knatberg.
Rape snorts the coke off his wrist.
Oh God, damn, what the fuck, Rath, What the hell
you suppose I have to do here now?
Raef offers Deputy Vagel, his wrists in the you can
cuff me now gesture, smiles broadly.
Take me into custody. Wanna take me in?
Deputy Rafe nods to the four by four. Deputy Veagel
visibly blushes inside the cabin, mort still singing Du methinno
to Luna. Dutch sees Deputy Vagel look around to make
sure nobody's watching, then lead Raife into the four x four.
In the light of the cab, Dutch sees Vagel snort
a fat line of coke off the dashboard, then unbuckle
Rafe's pants. Rafe turns off the cab light. You can
quit singing, Mort stop singing. Dutch looks from Luna to
doctor Sandberg's body, to JP, who is now hunched down shivering,
then out to the four by four, which is now
creaking on its axle. Dutch leans back against the wall,
sees a second door in the room, walks over to it,
puts her hand on the latch. Dutch opens the door,
sees what is clearly the butthole of a homeless person.
Exterior twelfth Main Street night flashback. Dutch wraps the outside
of her door, tosses a pack of cigarettes to out
of Town Brown. He catches the SIGs back in the cabin.
Dutch closes the door, sees that Mort is looking at her.
What's in there? The Dutch here's the engine of the
four by four, rushes to the window, sees Raife saluting
to Deputy Vagel as he walks to Dutch's truck, buckling
his pants as he goes. Deputy Vagel drives off when
her lights are gone. Rathe gets immediately out of Dutch's truck,
rushes back into the cabin.
Okay, then what's the plan?
The brothers look at Dutch. Dutch looks at Luna, then
the body, then the bike's, then the door into out
of Town Brown's shelter. Then at her brother's.
Lose the blaze orange, Luna's too.
The boys take off their vests. Mort removes Luna's lanyard.
Chappie, your pistol and yourself.
JP hands Dutch the murder weapon and his iPhone.
Pin hold on, now that's my problem.
Dutch unlocks JP's phone. As she talks. She scrolls through
JP's pictures, deletes all the images and videos of Luna.
Go to Mama's.
I'll meet you there in a couple hours the overnight
there together tonight, worry each other's alibi.
I ain't giving Luna.
As Dutch scrolls through JP's media, she notices a folder
labeled Fourth Amendment Audits Keep. Dutch sees that the files
are geotagged for the twelfth Sheriff's office. A thought occurs
to Dutch, and she looks as if she's going to
issue another order to her brothers, but she hesitates. I
ain't given.
JP is looking at minimum fifteen years here more manslaughter
accessory after the fact, that's you, Rafe and me five
years each.
Who's gonna look after Luna if you're in jail?
Mama can't.
Mama, Okay, you can take Luna with you for tonight.
Good enough, nods affirmatively.
Okay, Now get all of you here.
Dutch makes out to JP that she's placing his iPhone
into his pocket, but she makes a switch. Instead, she
places her Nokia thirty three to ten into his jacket pocket,
which she powers off as she does. So, what are
you going to do?
I'm going to wrap doctor Sandberg's body in chicken wire,
weigh it down, dump it in the lake. Chicken wire,
old mediin trick when the body blots up, the chicken
wire slices the flesh into little pieces.
That way, the corpse never.
Floats up onto the surface fish through the rest.
Mort smiles darkly at this notion.
What about the blood out on the road. I mean
they kinna be looking for him, come morning.
I got that.
Raith leans in with his right ear.
Well I didn't catch that.
I said, I got it.
They'll be blooded here.
Too, sick to the woods, no roads go.
Raith opens the door, scopes outside. All is quiet, all right,
come on? Mort makes his way outside with Luna JP
now in a daze.
Come on.
JP looks up, makes his way slowly out the door.
As Rafe goes after his brother, he looks back at Dutch.
It appears as if he's going to say something, maybe
thank you, but no words come out. Then he's gone.
Dutch watches her brother's disappear into the woods. She looks
at her watch. It's twelve thirty eight. She looks at
the two bicycles, one of them bloodstained, series of super
fast hard cuts as Dutch grabs an angle grinder from
the back of her truck, uses the angle grinder to
chop up the bikes she finds what she's looking for,
blinking tracking devices hidden inside the frames of the bikes.
GPS trackers to tell Thor's auto where them bikes were
twenty four seven. Can't run over a kid if you
see him come from miles away, sly, motherfucker.
She searches doctor Sandberg, grabs his cell, sees his watch.
Dutch looks at the watch, her head clearly whirring.
Badawer.
Dutch places the GPS transmitters, doctor Sandberg's cell and watch
inside a red metal tool box, slams it, shot locks it.
She snatches a tarpaulin from out of town Brown's room,
takes the shot deer from the back of her truck,
rolls doctor Sandberg's body inside the tarpaulin, places his body
in the back of her truck. Places the chopped bicycles
over the body, which places a second tarpaulin over the bikes.
Places the shot deer over the blood stain on the road,
making it look like roadkill. She grabs two tupperware boxes
of badger cake from the back of the truck, then
smears the cake all over the shot deer. Soaks the
hunting lanyards in gasoline lights them, sets the cabin on fire,
jumps in her truck, starts the engine. She sees him
in her rear view mirror, staring right at her from
the side of the road. Out of town Brown. Dutch
turns off the engine, steps out of the truck slowly,
but out of town. Brown is gone, nowhere to be seen.
Dutch gets back in her truck speeds away from the inferno.
Exterior Edison Lake night super wide of a small rowing
boat at the center of the lake. Sound of a
heavy splashed out on the rowboat. Dutch takes out JP's iPhone,
unlocks it, scrolls through his contacts, finds Conrad Felix, hits
the call button. Interior Conrad Felix's house, living room night.
Conrad in a gaming chair playing GTA five on a
huge screen. Conrad is wearing a head mike headphones combo.
I don't care if you're on your period, boy, and
the fucking plane now before I smoke your ass.
BAM.
Behind Conrad, his cell buzzes on the sofa. Caller ID
is JP.
Don't you know cuz I'm the motherfucking short patrol.
AM.
The call from JP's cell goes to voicemail. Back on
Edison Lake.
Yo, Yo Yo.
This is c Dot Court warning Citizen's fourth OneD Michigan
Chapter fort.
The police speak the.
Truth, Witch Dutch. Here's the beep, but instead of hanging up,
she places the phone by her feet rose for the shore.
Dutch keeps an eye on JP's cell as she rows
across the lake. When the duration of the cell reaches
three minutes, she hangs up, makes for a wooded isthmus
stretching out into the lake. In the woods by the lake,
a scene reminiscent of Dutch burying Abe Gutamsen's terrier when
she was ten years old. Dutch is once again digging
dirt by lamplight in the woods. She places her red
metal toolbox in the ground, covers the earth, places leaves
on top. Dutch climbs a tree above the hole, nails
something into a branch, climbs down, picks up the lamp,
exits the woods. Interior Nyberg Family Home, kitchen night. Sound
of the front door opening, Raife and Jp stand anxiously.
Luna snaps out of sleep, looks at the kitchen door.
Sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Dutch enters the kitchen,
Luna jumps up, greets Dutch warmly.
Hey, Luna.
Rafe pours Dutch and neat vodka, hands it to her.
Dutch sits silence. Dutch lights a cigarette, downs the vodka
in one.
Just let y'all know. Dude had a rolex worth a
couple of thoul easy. I buried it in the woods.
When this all blows over, if you want, you can
take it to Sue Saint Marie, sell it over the border.
Well, if we're crossing into Canada for you know, safety
and shit, why don't we sell it now?
No?
Not now, not yet?
How long? Then?
When I say you ain't the boss of me?
We all three in this the same.
A beat as Dutch lets this land.
Don't you mean all four?
JP?
You know what I meant?
We three were there? Then you along?
That's what I meant. Nobody's selling shit till I say so.
That's final.
A tense silence fills the room. The siblings look at
each other, no idea what to say or do next.
Mort sings due Metino to Luna. Raife looks from Mort
to Luna than the.
Dutch reckon it's all that immigration shit must be what
Luna understanding Spanish.
Dutch has no words. JP bursts into tears. Dutch puts
her arm around JP. With her other hand, she slips
his cell back into his jacket pocket, which is hung
on the back of his chair. Takes her cell back.
Happy no one has seen this, she continues to pat
JP's back.
It's okay, JP, we got this, and.
I'm sorry for what?
Why is the boy gurning hum hm. Mama and Iburg
has appeared at the kitchen door in her night clothes,
insulin shot bag in hand. JP makes a concerted effort
to steady himself. Luna looks at Mama and Iberg growls
a little. Mama and Iburg stares at Luna, who immediately
steps in behind Mort.
Well woman trouble.
Mama and Iburg walks behind Dutch to the iron stove,
opens the insulin shot bag. Seeing this, mort stands makes
his way towards his mother. Mama and Iberg sees him
coming no Dutch. Dutch looks up to see Mamma and
Iburg handing her the syringe. Dutch Stan takes the syringe,
draws from an insulin vial, taps the syringe, looks her
mother straight in the eye. Mamma and Iburg lifts her shirt,
exposing her belly. Dutch pinches her mother's skin, jots her,
pushes home the plunger, extracts the needle, tosses it on
the insulin bag, sits down. Four in the morning.
Your sister ain't set foot in his house in six months, then.
Here she be four in the morning.
Well, like I said, Mamma, JP's girlfriend will she only
went down on him, She wouldn't fuck him.
Yeah, Well, only girlfriend that boy's had in fifteen years
is pumping of his own fist. So why is a
boy gurnon?
Jp kicks his chair away, rushes out of the room.
Mama and Iburg watches him go. Looks again at Luna.
That ain't chancer.
Something sorely wrong here, she said as I walked in,
Sorry for what happened? What did she do that she's
sorry for?
Huh?
What made a son of mine cry like a bitch?
What did she do? Tommy?
Look, Mama, there's.
Both of you. Raith and Mord look at each other,
stand exit with Luna. Mama and Iberg sits opposite Dutch
and lights a cigarette.
You're embarrassed by her family always have been too good
for all this for us. That's what puts you in
the army. Don't deny it. Both know it's true. H
I thought you'd never come back, that we've seen the
last a Dutch Nyberg. Well, your daddy's dead. You got
no want to be here in this house no more.
Yet here you be set and deep in counsel with
your brothers. What did you drag them into?
Dutch?
I ain't ashamed of my family or where I'm from,
but let me be sincere, Mama. If wanting to see
the world beyond twelve, if wanting that is a sin,
that ain't my.
Church, even if it's yours. I'm tired of being the mistake.
What did you.
Do what I favor?
For your boys? Truth?
Don't lie to me.
I've always known when you lied to me, always when
you thought you were oh so smart. They never fooled me.
Your brothers, dumble as they are, stick together. They're covering
for you. I can feel it.
So what did you do?
Dutch?
Just tell mama. Dutch goes to a cabinet next to
the stove, opens it. Pocket's a packet of milk bones.
What you really want?
Let me give you that instead.
I'm leaving now, Dutch makes for the door, A loving
mother casting your own daughter from her home?
What kind of person you.
Think I am?
Dutch stops, looks back at her mother.
Friday coming. I'm gone for good. That's not part in
anger this time.
Whatever you got my boys into tonight, I'll see to
it they do not go down for you, Not now,
not never.
Just so you know you've had a hard life, take
my advice. Don't make it harder.
Think I'm afraid of you.
Huh, Amma.
You can pretend your boys on this or come for me.
You can't do both, not on this, not this, trust me?
What have you done?
You know what You've been asking me that question all
my life. I've got one for you, Mama. What I
ever done to you?
You don't have a child of your own that the
father loved more than you, a child the father loved
more than the wife had done.
Give him that baby child.
It ain't right. I wish that for you. I do
in my lifetime, so I can see you feel it.
Dutch thinks about this.
If you thought I'd win him back, you'd have thrown
me into the range.
So just doll, just the doll.
Dutch knobs exits the kitchen.
You ain't better than a Dutch, Nobody's better than your family.
Nobody and Act two, Part one,