More Than One Idiot Brother - Act 3 / Finale

Exterior Woods by Edison Lake dawn flashback. A small stream
in the woods gurgles towards the lake, mist filling the
spaces between the trees, boring the distance reveals Dutch wearing
a blaze orange lanyard, Winchester in hand, gazing intently into
the fog pray.
Animal sense of smell ain't like ours. They're smelling something
is like a slap across the face to you or
mean truth. Why else would a doe snap jump three
feet to a right at just a hint of something
in the air that she don't trust, like she's been
slapped in the mouth.
A doe appears in the middle distance. Dutch doesn't move.
Scent travels on the air.
Air's fluid can be pressured like a fluid, drawn along like.
A fluid, very slowly and quietly. Dutch takes aim at
the dough come dawn.
If there ain't too much wind about, you can guarantee
being down into your mark by hunting upstream. As the
flowing water touches the cool, moist air above it draws
it downstream. Laws of fluid dynamics.
Long as the.
Water's coming towards you, so's the wind impossible for any
animal to get even the slight ascent off your.
Suddenly, the dough leaps backwards sprints into the distance. Dutch
is clearly baffled by this turn walks to the fallen
red oak where the dough was standing before it bolted.
What slap that dough across the face terrified her? So
so that's sure shit weren't me.
Dutch sees a deep hole in the ground where the
roots of the fallen oak ripped out the earth when
it crashed down. Back in the deep woods, Dutch, unconscious,
being dragged by mort through the woods, set her down.
Mort props Dutch up against a tree wink her up.
A liquid is splashed over Dutch's face. He comes to
immediately starts to spit out the noxious liquid. Revealed rape
is dousing Dutch from a gasoline cat.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck? What the fuck?
Dutch sees Mama and Iberg jp raithe and mort All
staring at her. What's that you said to me? If
I thought it'd win him back, I've thrown you into
the range.
Humph.
Don't have to worry no more about how that might
have played, do I? Mama and Iberg nods at raithe
he shakes a box of matches.
What do you want?
They want the body Dutch. We give him that.
We walk.
You're fucked either way. See Thor got a real heart
on for you. Mayor got a heart on for Thor.
Sheriff Taylor, Well, you get the gist. Thor wants you
as the shooter.
Period.
He is.
I'm told unreachable on that point, So give us the body.
We start letting matches. Your choice.
The body where.
In the lake?
Nah?
Dutch? It ain't want to know who figured that?
Dutch. Looks at Mama and Iberg.
That's right.
When Raife told the sheriff about Edison Lake, old Meddine Trigg,
I think you said chicken wire. He ate that shit up.
Had to be true, all that graphic detail. Sandberg's body
was in the lake, no doubt. Only when we told
Mama the same story last night, she said that ain't Dutch.
Dutch making the job harder than it needed be. Waits
chicken wire stealing a boat knock. That ain't Dutch, Mama said,
Dutch buried his ass in the woods.
She didn't have lied to us, should have done that.
Dutch bodies for the law.
First, the watch. My boys rightly deserves something out of this,
after all they've been through.
Or you, Bud.
Raith lights a match, holds it over Dutch.
Do not fucking do that. Get that the fuck away
from me.
Dutch's terror is palpable. Moore seems to enjoy this, and
he laughs darkly at her.
Squirt, where's the body, where's the body?
Where's the body? All right, Oh hight, I'll just they'll
take it to the fucking body. Just get that the
fuck away from me, Get it away.
Raife has let the match burn down too close to
his fingers. Ray flicks his wrist. The still burning match
accidentally falls towards Dutch, who has to dive out of
the way.
Fuck you fucking idiots, do.
Not call me that.
Do not call me that, or my brother's dead, not
ever again.
Read it right?
All right.
At Mamma and Iberg nods at Mort. He throws a
shovel to Dutch. They now walk deeper into the woods,
Dutch carrying the shovel. As she makes her way through
the forest, she looks back to see JP, Mort, Raife,
and Mamma and Iberg all staring at her. The brothers
with their rifles in hand. Mort sings duermettanigno. This time
there's a creeping, malevolent edge to his voice, Wheremitia Givienne
cuckoo Etiyevara. Dutch looks to the path ahead for a moment,
closes her eyes, lets the wind cool her brow. Then
her eyes are fierce again. Thirty yards further on, Dutch
sticks the spade in the ground.
How we know this is a spot.
You ain't playing for time? Dutch nods up towards the tree.
JP sees Dutch is raggedy ass doll, nailed high up
on a branch.
This the body or the.
Watch As Mama intimated, I was always an indolent child.
Uh, what the fuck's that being?
Hmm, they're in the same hole, idiot's adig.
Dutch wheels the spade like a pro. The others watch
hungrily as she makes steady progress deeper down. Then clank,
She's hit something metallic. Dutch pulls the red metal toolbox
from the drown, takes a key from her pocket, rushes
to open the lock.
This the watch right here, you'll see. Just hold on
now while I.
Back JP has fired his rifle into the canopy.
You leave that beat.
JP looks at Mort nods. Mord approaches Dutch, snatches the
keys from her hand, shoves her aside.
You took my revolver off me that night.
Where is it at, Dutch? I ain't n I hate that.
Mort makes to open the lock, but he can't figure
which key. Dush looks to her left sees a fallen tree.
The large roots have torn out the soil as the
tree fell, creating a large void. It's clearly the same
hole Dutch saw before while hunting.
What slaps a dough across the face harder than the
scent of man.
Mort opens the toolbox. Only the top tray is visible,
and yes, JP was correct, His revolver is indeed there
within easy reach. You sly fucking bitch. Dutch looks utterly defeated.
JP Raithe and Mama and Iberg huddle around Mort the.
Watch where is it finded?
As Mort tosses screwdrivers and wrenches from the toolbox, he
sees something gaffer tape securing a thin strip of cardboard
to the inside of the lid. Mort pulls away the cardboard,
reveal feeling that an expensive looking cell phone has been
taped to the lid. Behind the cardboard along with two
blinking GPS tracking devices. Wait, wait, Before Moore can finish
his question, JP shoves past him, taking hold of the
top tray.
He's gotta be under here.
Tracking shot leading up to the hole in the ground
by the roots of the fallen oak tree.
Only thing slaps a dough across the face, harder than
the scent of man.
As the sound of reveal the hole under the tree
is a rattlesnake den. JP pulls the top lid off
the toolbox to expose three coiled, three foot timber rattlesnakes.
They immediately strike the air hiss, hiss, hiss. This is
an existential terror moment for mort who immediately flees the
scene as if he was the one on fire. JP
Ray and Mamma and Ibird jump back, too late for
Mama and Ibird, who's already been bitten twice, once on
the chin and once on the arm. Dutch bolts from
the scene, disappearing into the woods just as Raife gets
a shot off, bang, missing her head by inches. Mamma
and I Bird holds her bitten bloody arm collapses backwards
into a childlike state. JP shoots the rattlers bang bang
bang bang.
Motherfucker, No no, no no no, Gume mab uses no,
don't you know?
Snake Manomon kills Diabdic's fasterna Jesus please.
Wief drops to his knees, holds his mother.
It's all right, Mama, I'm here, Mama, I got you,
I got you can get the watch now.
JP runs Hell's bells into the woods by a narrow
isthmus next to the lake. Dutch runs a the isthmus,
thereby forcing anyone who comes after her to approach along
a narrow stretch of forest that extends out two hundred
feet into the lake. Dutch reaches into the shrubs behind
a white oak, takes out her three O eight Winchester
cracks the bolt. Dutch hides in the bushes, eyes locked
on the isthmus path woods by Lake Edison. Mort's still
sprinting through the woods like a madman. He looks back,
then runs stump right into the trunk of a tree,
is knocked immediately unconscious. Back on the isthmus, Dutch sees
JP coming through the woods. He's now in hunting mode,
taking short, slow steps. He sees how narrow the path
ahead becomes realizing it's too dangerous to continue. He disappears
behind a deep thicket, shouts out to Dutch.
You think I'm dumb enough? Come down there? Oh here, Dutch,
you're trapped.
I'm the one got you right where.
I won't you?
Dutch takes aim Who's a dumb idiot?
Now? Dutch can't believe you'd do such a fool at.
Through her scope, Dutch isn't aiming at JP. She's aiming
at a cluster of tannerite targets on a branch above
the thicket. Bang boo, the tannerite targets explode in a
massive fireball. From his hidden position, JP is blasted backwards,
his winchester spinning out of his hands into the lake.
Dutch stands walks towards her brother, puts one in the
chamber as she goes. When Dutch gets to JP, she
says something, but he can't hear a word from the
ringing in his ears. What again? Dutch speaks, but JP
can't hear her.
What say, mercy brother?
What uots her brother in the head. Dutch gathers up
JP's winchester from the lake, walks back to her brother's position.
Aims at to where she'd been in the bushes, fires
off three quick rounds, drops his rifle, walks back in
the direction of Raife and Mama and Iberg in the
woods by the rattlesnake Den. Dutch sees Raife on his
knees trying to comfort the clearly fading Mamma and Iberg.
A branch snaps under Dutch's foot, but she's on Rafe's
left side, so he doesn't hear Mamma and Iberg. However,
she does here and can now clearly see Dutch in
the near distance. She lifts her hand makes to point
at Dutch, but she's lost the power of speech, just
mumbles nonsense.
When JP gets back, we'll get you right out to
doctor Sloan, I promise. Soon as he gets back with
the watch, that will go okay, I promise you.
Being on his left side, Dutch doesn't have to creep
up on her brother, so almost casually through the brush.
When she has him absolutely cold, she picks up a
stick throws it onto his right side. Raef immediately grabs
his winchester from the forest floor, cracks the bolt, but
he's aiming his rifle away from Dutch. It seems to
dawn on him. The Dutch is behind him, and he
cranes his neck back to his left, sees Dutch rifle raised.
Dutch nods no. Raife drops his winchester. Mama Nberg looks
at Dutch with palpable rage.
See the lid of the toolbox, cell phone and the trackers.
Raife looks to the toolbox, looks back at Dutch, nods yes.
Doctor Sandberg so gps trackers from the bikes. They couldn't
talk to the towers because the toolbox is metal. As
soon as it open, they're coming, no doubt. Last favor, brother, run, you.
Will shoot me.
Raife looks at his mother, then back at Dutch.
Had all the time I needed for that coming up
on your left side.
Raife looks at his mother.
Hu damn only sorry, Mama.
Rape sprints immediately into the woods. When he's gone, Dutch
approaches her mother kneels dows pooling.
Your boys and betrayal like that.
You never guess, did you? Day'd come and they'd maybe
turn that school and right back on you.
No way your boys would ever betray you, abandon you. Well,
here it is, mama, here you are out in the woods,
left by your boys to die like a dog. Never
saw that coming up, No defeat without surprise, and that
would do use say.
Dutch looks from her mother to the burn scars on
her hands, Mama, and I berg's eyes. No longer afraid,
just hateful.
My choice was to help my brothers or not. Their
choice was to leave me be after or not.
I did it for.
Daddy, but I ain't listening to him anymore, Mama, Not
because I don't respect his memory.
I just need to respect myself more as all.
So you know there's no pleasure in being right about
your family, none. Just the time before you say I'm
done and the time after. Guess what time it is, Mama.
Dutch stands, walks to the tree, climbs it, retrieves her doll.
As she climbs down, she places the doll in her pocket.
Dutch takes a cigarette pack and a lighter from her jacket,
places a cigarette in her mouth, is about to light
it when she gets the sharp scent of gasoline from
her clothes. Dutch sees the longing in her mother's eyes,
the hope in them that Dutch would have forgotten.
No, Mamma, see I'm the child of yours that ain't
an idiot.
Dutch tosses the cigarette and the lighter, places her hands
behind her head, ready for the police to arrive. In
the distance, the sounds of police shouting and gunfire. Interior,
twelfth Police Station, interrogation room night, Dutch sitting alone. She's
now dressed in a blaze orange prison issue jumpsuit, smoking
a cigarette. Enter Doctor Kurt Thor and Sheriff Taylor. Doctor
Thor sits opposite Dutch. Sheriff Taylor sits at the back
of the room. Doctor Thorp pushes a cell tower geotag
map across the table.
Check the tower, Dowdah, You're right if he was out
on the lake that night at the gravesite too. JP's
revolver is a match for the bullet, and doctor Sandburg's back.
He's the shooter. Ballistics confirm he got a couple off
before you fired back today. That is only why, Dutch?
Why would your brother, of all people want to kill you?
Guess when he found out I knew what he'd.
Done, lost his tiny mind right.
Only what I don't get is this, Why didn't JP
just bury the bikes in the woods with the body?
Why dump the bikes out on the lake, and why
were their explosive targets strapped.
To that tree?
Almost like I don't know if somebody had arranged the
scene beforehand.
Is this how it's gonna be, Sheriff, doctor thor the
real actual law in town, like the Gutamson's were in
the sixties and seventies because they owned the giant lumber mill,
like AMC was the law in the eighties. So got
away with having those goons break my daddy's hip for
just talking about maybe maybe starting up a union your
father and father before him that ran this office. What
you come from, Sheriff Taylor, is a long line of
pimps saving the town of twelve Shit.
You just flipping the mattresses over us.
All. Sorry as I am for your mama's tragic passing.
You are doing time for your part in this Dutch
accessory after the fact, wasting police time, pissing in the
holy water. I don't give a shit your brothers, Morton Raife,
the tales they're telling my oh mind.
You mean the cokehead copfucker and the one that ain't
stop screaming these past twelve hours.
Dutch holds her finger up and almost on cue can
distinctly hear the sound of mort panic screaming from the cells.
Good luck with that on the stand. I ain't saying
shit until my lawyer gets here.
Look at you not knowing if you're the candle of
the flame, if you're the one burning or being burnt,
and humor me Dutch speculate Why did JP go out
on the lake? Why did he go when he didn't
need to? Why do that?
Hm?
I guess in case, Ray followed JP down to the lake,
so JP threw the bikes in there to make a
splashing sound like a body going in the water. But
better still, there was nobody in the lake. If Ray flipped,
his entire story goes to shit. And if the police
dived the lake, JP would know for sure. Rafe was
the rat. JP wasn't smart, but he was paranoid. Fourth
Amendment shit speaks to that what you ain't seen as YouTube.
Channel, Mayor Gimbal knocks opens the door.
Nyberg's lawyer is here.
Okay, you send him in.
Oh, mister mayor, you'll want to step in. I think.
Once she arrives, Mayor Gimbal exits, Kurt Thor stares at Dutch,
but her eyes are locked on the floor, giving nothing away.
Doctor Thor looks at the frosted glass, sees Mayor Gimble
approaching and what appears through the glass to be a
very short person. Mayor Gimbal enters the interrogation room, followed
by a woman in a wheelchair thirty one. The woman
wheels her chair to Dutch's side of the desk places
a folder on the table.
Doctor Thor, Actually, I believe you know my attorney.
No, sorry, can't say that I do.
Dahlia Regina originally from London, England.
Exterior intersection CCTV footage day flashback. A jogger runs toward
the intersection. Dahlia looks to her right, crosses onto the intersection. Smash.
Dahlia has been run over by a Phoenix four F
driverless auto. Back in the interrogation room, Doctor Thor is
absolutely aghast.
Lately, cremento mother fucker. Just thought, if I'm.
To be charged with anything and there's to be a
lengthy public trial, might be an idea to get in
someone with media experience, you know, to talk to those
TV news people coast to coast. Long as the trial lasts,
Dahlia here. I mean she practically bit my fucking hand off.
Guess some people just like being on TV.
Doctor Thor's mouth literally drops open.
Mayor Gimble, this is for you.
Dahlia removes a document from the folder on the table,
hands it over to Mayor Gimble, who is still too
stunned to speak.
I took the liberty of drawing up some papers, miss
Nayberg's idea.
Mayor Gimble looks suspiciously at Dutch as Dahlia slides the
same document across the table to doctor Thor.
What papers contract between Thor Industries and the town of
Twelfth finding doctor Thor to build his Phoenix for factory
here in your town, set against a bond of three
hundred and fifty million dollars only he won't sign his
Phoenix four f factory was bound for Tijuana from the start.
We all know that, doctor Thor. I want you to
imagine yourself on the courtroom steps explaining to the media
why exactly you refuse to sign such a deal, one
negotiated by a woman who will never walk again because
of your driverless tech. News cycle after news cycle, you
think any town in America will let you test your
car after that on the streets where their children ride
their bikes every day. Or we could all imagine this,
no charges, no trial, no media, nobody finds out. You
never in a million years were going to build your
factory in a town like twelve because people like Dutch
Nyberg are too expensive to employ, but as roadkill or
bargain at the price Dutch walks tonight, or a public
trial that will crush your stock price like balls and avice.
Stunned silence in the room, Well, what's the b boys
exterior Dutch's trailer. Morning, Dutch throws a suitcase into the
back of her truck, carefully places her saddle next to it,
locks the front door, then hesitates when she sees the
twenty two two fifty Winchester brass bullet key ring in
her hand. Dutch thinks about this for a moment, then
jumps in the truck, starts her up, drives away. Revealed,
Dutch's charred, raggedy ass doll is again cable tied to
the front grill of her truck. Twelfth Main Street, Dutch
pulls up next to out of Town Brown's drinking seat.
Dutch knocks the outside of the driver's door out of town.
Brown looks up. Dutch tosses him the key to her trailer.
He catches it, looks at Dutch, utterly perplexed. Dutch nods
it out of town Brown. He nods back, clearly overwhelmed
that this act of generosity. Dutch wraps the outside of
the driver's door, drives away by the police kennels Luna
barking excitedly as Dutch bolt cuts the heavy lock. As
Dutch opens the kennel, Luna runs out into the field
for a quick play, then straight back to Dutch. Dutch
kneels down, pets Lunaina.
You're coming with me because your own mother is a cokehead.
Yes she is, Yes she is. She's a cokette, Yes
she is.
Exterior Dutchess truck South Lindberg day moving Being flat Michigan,
the roads only go in dead straight lines through deep
wilderness woods, fine hunting country. Inside Dutch's truck music reprise
Joan Blondell, My Forgotten Man, Dutch driving Luna's head out
the open passenger window, ears flapping in the breeze. Dutch
absent mindedly singing the words as she takes in the
beauty of the four.
You are the hand of Wileave, but look at me.
Then in the distance, Dutch sees it the Phoenix four F,
followed by the tech convoy coming down the road. Interior
second support vehicle, day moving doctor Thor on a laptop
monitoring data from the Phoenix four F back in Dutch's truck.
As the convoy gets closer, Dutch's eyes get darker. She
deliberately puts on her seatbelt, turns off the music. Back
in the support vehicle, doctor Thor glances up from his laptop,
then right back at the screen. Something twigs in his mind.
He looks up the road again, clearly recognizing Dutch's truck
Dutch's truck. Dutch points at the passenger foot well.
Jump down there, girl, go on.
Luna hops off the seat, sits into the foot well.
Dutch locks her eyes on the road accelerates hard. Support vehicle.
Doctor Thor sees that Dutch is speeding up.
You've got to be kidding me.
Dutch's truck. Dutch reaches back to the control panel over
her shoulder aggressively pulls down the red lever behind the
toebay of Dutch's truck. The fifteen pound toe hook falls
onto the asphalt, dragging a quarter inch metal cable behind it.
As the hook bounces across the lanes, it causes the
metal cable to flip from side to side like a snake.
In the support vehicle, doctor Thor grabs a mic handset
from the dash.
Shut it down, Shut it down?
Shut what down?
All of it?
Everything right now, sir.
I don't see any anomalies on the data on our side.
Then doctor Thor sees it. The flailing metal cable and
hook whipping across the road behind Dutch's truck.
You've got to be fucking kidding.
Inside Dutch's truck, Dutch pulls a second lever on the
control panel, causing the hydraulic arm to pitch out to
the left. This causes the flailing metal cable to lash
across the road. The fifteen pound hook flips up smashes
through the windscreen of the Phoenix four F, which engages
its emergency breaks, causing a massive, violent pile up between
the Phoenix four F and the support convoy vehicles. The
Phoenix four F is shunted into the woods, where it
is violently mangled into the trunk of a tree. The
fifteen pound hook is still inside the Phoenix four F.
Meaning when the metal cable runs out of slack, the
driver's door of the Phoenix four F is ripped off
the vehicle. The flying door shatters the windscreen of Kert
Thor's car, causing the air bag to deploy in his face.
Dutches's truck is violently shunted to the left by the
force of the door being pulled off the Phoenix four F,
but Dutch easily run the drift, then brings the truck
to a gentle stop. Dutch pet's Luna, who doesn't seem
at all bothered. Good girl. Dutch steps out of her truck,
sees the smoking carnage no more than one hundred yards
down the road behind her. Doctor Thor has a bloody
scalp from glass becoming stuck under the airbag as it deployed. Dazed,
he steps out of his car. Dutch walks to the
back of her truck hits a red button, causing the
metal cable to be recalled along its spool, dragging the
door of the Phoenix four F along the road towards
the rear of Dutch's truck. Doctor Thor sees this shouts
up the road to Dutch.
You think this changes anything, You think this stops anything,
You fucking idiot, stupid, fucking woman.
Nothing has changed.
By that Technician number three twenty takes doctor Thor's arm.
You okay, sir.
Doctor Thor violently shoves Technicians number three away.
Get the full away from me.
The cable has now fully retracted, meaning Dutch now has
the mangled door from the Phoenix four f replete with
the Thor Industry's logo pinned to the back of her truck.
Dutch stares fearlessly at doctor Thor.
Uom pisson intellijon, got one thing right, motherfucker.
Dutch gets back in her truck drives away. Doctor Thor
looks back at the wrecked convoy. Technicians times ten now
fighting multiple fires with CO two extinguishers.
Fuck.
Later that day, inside Dutch's truck, Dutch driving Luna asleep
on the passenger seat. They're approaching the Sioux Saint Marie, Canada,
US border toll station along I seventy five, A border
guard thirty waves Dutch into the inspection lane. Close to
the inspection lane, later, Dutch and Luna, sitting on the
grass verge as border guards times five make a thorough,
deep inspection of Dutch's pickup. One of the guards gives
Dutch a bemused look when he sees the door to
the Phoenix for f on the back end of the
fifteen pound hook. The sun is going down before Dutch
is waved back to her vehicle by a pissed off
looking border guard. Dutch gets back in her truck with Luna,
drives away exterior rural road southern Ontario, sunset moving. Dutch
pulls over to the side of the road, gets out
of the truck, walks to the front grill. Dutch cuts
the cable ties on the raggedy ass doll. She looks
up and down the road, no one watching. Dutch tears
the head off the doll, revealing inside a forty thousand
dollars Rolex daytona rows gold black dial. Dutch pockets the watch,
winks at Luna through the windscreen. Luna barks at Dutch.
Dutch tosses the doll by the side of the road,
gets back in her truck, drives off into the sunset
fade out.
You're not Bad's thirty eight.
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