More Than One Idiot Brother - Act 2 / Part 2

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Luck out on the front. Stoop Dutch comes out of
the house, passing Raef, mort and Luna who were sitting
on the bench. Mamma and Iberg sat on While watching
the brutal hockey stick fight between JP and Dutch. Dutch
heads for her truck upstairs in JP's bedroom. JP watches
out the window as Raith goes after Dutch. Mam and
Iberg comes into the bedroom, looks at Jp out in
the front yard. Raith catches up to Dutch.
Hey, hey, you said we need to stay together tonight.
Come on now, we're all of us in this together, right.
Dutch looks up to the bedroom window, sees JP and
Mamma and Iberg looking down at her.
Mort, bring Luna here now.
Mort looks darkly at Dutch.
You said I could have her for tonight.
You promise, Mort, bring her now, or I'm coming up
to take her.
Don't make me.
Mort remains fast in his seat. Dutch walks aggressively back
to the stoop, but she catches herself when she sees
the tears in Mort's eyes.
You promised, promised, I promise you. She'll be okay.
You knew this had to happen.
It's just sooner, is all.
And what about chancer?
Huh, go do nothing about chancer now.
Mort, Mort, look at me, Look at me. Mort. I'm
gonna see to that. You have my word.
If you take Luna tonight you're worried on mean nothing
to me.
And if my protecting you means you thinking less of me,
so be it.
Dutch takes the lead from mort then makes her way
back to her truck with Luna gets in what about
your alibi? The Dutch starts the engine.
Hi got Luna, show vouch for me in English and Spanish.
Dutch drives away bridge over Edison Creek. Dawn moving. Dutch
looks out over Edison Lake. As dawn breaks, she sees
a beautiful white mare running across a field by the lake.
She's taken by the beauty of the scene for a moment,
then her gaze falls back on the road, grim determination
in her eyes. Exterior police kennels. Dawn moving Dutch rolls
past the kennels, closely observing the scene. Seeing nobody's about,
she pulls up, puts Luna's canine lanyard back on, feeds
her a milk bone, gets out of the truck. Dutch
walks Luna into the still open kennel.
Good Girl.
Dutch takes off her lead, gives Luna one last milk bone,
steps out of the kennel, locks the gate, Hey, Dutch.
Dutch freezes, turns slowly to see Deputy Vagel coming across
the field towards her. Dutch pockets the lead.
What she doing there?
Dutch holds up the packet of milk bones.
You got me, Deputy?
What's that now?
Animals ain't allowed on the trailer park, so sometimes when
I'm passing, can't help myself.
You shouldn't do that.
She don't mind, no matter.
Dutch looks over Deputy Vegel's shoulder, sees the four by four.
You sleep in the four by four, didn't hear you?
Roll up?
Is all?
Interfering with the police dog will get you a year
in county.
Just so we understand each other.
Dutch sniffs rather theatrically.
We do.
Now.
Dutch walks back to her truck. Vigel looks at her
with a mix of suspicion and trepidation. Luna barks to
see Dutch go interior. Nyberg family home bedroom night Dick
Nyberg sixty five in his dying bed, drip in his arm,
Dutch sitting next to her father, reading him true grit.
I know what they said, even if they would not
say it to my face. People love to talk, They
love to slander you if you have any substance.
Dick's eyes open, he looks at Dutch. Dutch glances up
from the book, meeting her father's gaze. Dick says something inaudible.
Dutch stands, leans in.
What is it?
Papa? Everybody has to waste their life on something, only
not on this you please, Nutch, go on, now, go
go Papa.
Dutch takes her father's hand.
Papa, settle now, fright is coming, Fright is gone.
Exhausted, Papa and Ibergh leans back immediately dozes off. Dutch
hears the squeak of a floorboard, goes to the door.
Dutch looks down the landing, sees Mamma and Iburg standing
at the top of the stairs staring right at her.
Dutch looks back to her father, who's now mumbling in
his sleep, then back at her mother, but she's no
longer there. Instead, sitting quietly looking right at Dutch, is
Mort's favorite long dead dog, Rascal. Rascal barks at Dutch.
Dutch hears a rattling behind her. Rascal Winds runs immediately
down the stairs. Dutch sees a knot of rattlesnake slithering
out of her copy of True Grit, falling on to
the floor around her father. Dutch rushes back into the bedroom.
Rattlesnake's now swarming across the floorboards. Dutch tries to lift
her sleeping father out of bed, but he's too heavy
to shift.
Come on, Daddy, come on, help me, help me raise
you up.
Come on.
A rattlesnake bites dutchess scarred hands. Now in Dutch's bedroom,
Dutch's eyes pop open out of sleep. She violently kicks
the duvet from off her bed, as if expecting rattlesnakes
to be under there.
Jesus fuck.
Hack.
After a moment, she looks at the alarm clock. Eleven
thirty Interior, abandoned AMC Plant Corridor Day, Dutch being led
by an armed guard through the desolation of the rustling
AMC plant towards the old assembly line. Inside the cavernous, crumbling,
cathedral like space is an anomaly, a snow white seed
shaped office about the size of three shipping containers. Close
to this a long rack of identical white bicycles. The
armed guard walks up to the heavily secured office door,
pushes a buzzer responds to the answer tone, it's a
neighbor woman. After a moment, doctor Thor opens the door.
Dutch, won't you come inside?
The armed guard walks away. Dutch ascends the steps into
doctor Thor's private office. If the folks at Apple designed
a bond villain's lair, this would be it. All sleek,
all white, absurdly shiny. Dutch is shocked to see sitting
on a white leather couch, Mayor Gimbal, Sheriff Taylor, and
Deputy Vagel.
You know, the Mayor, Sheriff Taylor, and Deputy Babel.
I do a long, uncertain silence.
So what can I do for you, Dutch?
You look like you're busy. Maybe another time.
No, oh, that's good. Is it about the job?
No, what done?
Dutch knows full well this little gathering is to do
with doctor Sandberg's disappearance. Time to stay ice cool.
It's about my brother, Rave.
Dutch looks pointedly at Deputy Veagel.
No more, what about him?
You killed his dog?
Did I know?
He believes?
So what do you believe, Dutch?
I believe Chancer was run over on South Wimberg. I
believe your driverless vehicle Phoenix four f the Phoenix four f.
Will no doubt have a bunch of cameras pointing out
at a million different angles. I believe if you gave
a shit, you'll have someone check the tapes for Tuesday
Gone South Wimberg.
Kurt Thor looks over at the technician nogs. The technician
departs for the media center behind the leather couch.
You remember doctor Sandberg from the town hall, sat up front.
iPad brand Chicken when Jeb Sando flung his chair at
the Mayor.
Kurt Thor turns a monitor to Dutch showing the GPS
markers on a Google map for the two bicycles and
doctor Sandberg's sell well.
Doctor Sandberg has a lady friend in town, Julie Cleverly.
She has a thirteen year old daughter Eve. Last night,
around midnight he left this office here to call in
on Julie. I told him why not bring a bike
down for Eve. He thought that was a fine idea.
He never made it to Julie's. He had an eight
thirty meeting this morning, only he didn't show sells dead bikes.
Have a GPS security tracker as standard. They both went
dark here on Ford Avenue at twelve fifty eight his
sell to same time in place. He'd been in and
around that location for approximately thirty eight minutes. Then at
one forty three, fire department got a call out on
a fire at the exact same location, you know.
Out of town.
Brown sure his private bolt hole up on Ford abandoned
logging cabin.
Last night. Deputy Vagel was rolling on Ford Avenue a
little after midnight. She didn't see doctor Sandberg or mister Brown,
but she did see your brother Raefe in your truck
up by the cabin, and we.
Were going to drive up there. Now I want to
tag along.
Why would I do that?
Hm, same reason. I'm looking for the footage for you.
It's neighborly.
Interior Phoenix four f Ford Avenue day moving a slightly
surreal scene as doctor Thor sits in the driver's seat
with his hands off the wheel. Sitting next to him,
Mayor Gimbal in the back, Sheriff Taylor, Deputy Vagel and
Dutch behind the driverless auto the fleet of support vehicles
practically the whole time, doctor Thor staring at Dutch in
the rear view mirror, Dutch looking back at him fearlessly
as the convoy approched, which's the cabin Their witness to
a large section of the road being blocked off. Several
vans marked Michigan Farm Bureau and us EPA parked up
at the side of the road as men in biohazard
suits times fifteen power spray the road with disinfectant.
What the fuck?
The convoy pulls up at a barrier beyond which is
the section of road where a Dutch dumped the shot deer,
which itself has been moved next to a van marked incinerator.
They exit the Phoenix four f Mayor Gimbal approaches Todd
Opgard fifty, who's clearly running the scene?
What in the hell's going on here?
Michigan Farm Bureau Emergency d clean operation.
You're gonna have to stop all this right now.
I order you to.
This is a federally mandated scene. Sheriff EPA got jurisdiction
over local law enforcement.
Biohazard.
Biohazard?
What biohazard?
Todd shows a picture of the scene on an iPad.
The carcass of the shot deer is being feasted upon
by a dozen badgers TV.
Nothing affects the badger population faster than a roadkill mass
feeding event from there, TV goes into the cattle population.
From there herdslaughter from Potoski to Grand Rapids. That didn't
happen on my watch.
Doctor Thor looks to the side of the road. A
line of a dozen shot badgers is being bagged up
for the incinerator van. The entire stretch of road, including
up to the ashes of the cabin, has been power
sprayed with disinfectant. Dutch can now see that the large
bloodstain where she placed the shot deer has been completely
washed away.
Who called the sin?
Anonymous citizen send us the picture on the iPad, I
showed you.
Doctor Thor looks at Dutch, but her eyes are elsewhere,
as she's just seen out of town Brown sitting on
a tree stump. Out of town Brown looks at Dutch.
After a moment, he nods at her. Dutch nods back.
Is it usual for that many badgers to jump on
a carcass like that?
Why I think we got here so fast?
Huh?
Lucky was called in.
Todd opguard walks toward EPA officers times five in the distance.
Dutch looks at doctor Thor sees him staring at her. Hey, Carol,
what so, what.
Did you and Rafe talk about last night.
Deputy Vegel looks deeply uncomfortable at the question. Back in
doctor Thor's private office, Dutch sitting alone on the white
couch outside the door, she can see doctor Thor, Mayor Gimbal,
Sheriff Taylor, and Deputy Vegel in an intense conflab. Technician
number two twenty five approaches Dutch.
We're ready for you.
Dutch follows Technician number two into the media center. Technician
number two sits at an edit bay, rolls the footage
from Tuesday on South Lindberg. Think I found what you're
looking for? Take a look. Technician number two plays the
footage from the cameras on board the moving Phoenix four
F and the support vehicles behind. A wounded deer emerges
from the woods ahead of the convoy. The Phoenix four
F decelerates, allowing the limping beer to cross in front
of it.
See it slows here.
The Phoenix four F then accelerates down South Lindberg, passing
a beat up pickup truck going the opposite direction.
No canine case clothes?
Can you go back on that? Show me the pickup
going the other way?
Sure?
Technician number two rewinds. The footage freezes on the pickup.
Ah'll be goddamn what inside the pickup? Dutch recognizes the
bearded driver sixty Abe Germsen.
Who's Abe Garmsen?
Interior Mort's bedroom day flashback, Dutch ten and moret eight
looking at the decapitated body of a small terrier on the.
Best keep a secret than spin the wheel, no doubt.
But is your secret truly a secret? How do you
know it's that for certain?
Back in the media center.
Man with a long memory, you think this Gutterson dude
ran over your brother's dog on purpose.
If it were an accident, he would have stopped.
Mother fuck bad.
Luck parking lot outside the abandoned AMC plant. Dutch walking
past the sparkling support vehicles. Her battered truck is a
sorry sight at the end of the line.
Sorry for your loss.
Dutch turns to see doctor Thor following her. Doctor Thor
nods towards the front of Dutch's truck.
Good doll, you've lost it.
Dutch looks at the grill. The doll is indeed missing.
Here's I have. I wonder where it'll turn out.
Dutch ignores Thor's clear insinuation gets in her trial, turns
the ignition, but the engine doesn't catch. Dutch keeps trying,
but the motor won't start.
And it's common for children with disabilities to protect their
condition onto their toys.
What's uncommon is to find an able bodied.
Child who believed their raggedy asst doll had a disability
due to polio. For example, I think that that child
might have a weakness for helping her kinfolk, no matter
what ingenious trouble they got themselves into. I don't no shrink,
but well that sounds about right to me.
Whatever you were paying that doctor Sandberg, it weren't enough.
What do you want me to tell his wife touch
and his two kids about what really happened to their
daddy last night up at that cabin?
I don't know, make something up.
You're good at.
That patric cake right smeared all over the shot, dear
w Bagel saw in the back of your truck. Eph
charge there sterilize the whole crime scene on song and
Denis John. Doctor Samberg had an IQB one sixty seven.
That's genius level Dutch. And I'm smarter than him. How
much smarter than you? You think that makes me.
Guess are about to find out.
The motor catches Dutch drives away and Act two, Part
two
Give me a yell.