More Than One Idiot Brother - Act 3 / Part 1

Recap Part two. In northern Michigan, Dutch Nyburg was set
to quit the rust belt town of Twelfth forever. However,
on the eve of her departure, her three idiot brothers,
j p. Raefe and Mort Murder, the right hand man
of the billionaire Kurt Thor, whose plans to build an
autonomous car factory in Twelfth have divided the town. Believing
her late father would have wanted her to help her brothers,
Dutchess now balls deep in a desperate, dangerous scheme to
keep her brothers out of jail, all the while knowing
that the very family she's trying to save have only
ever looked out for themselves. Fade in exterior twelfth Main
Street day, out of Town Brown sitting on his drinking
bench holding the twine lead for his Jack Russell. Dutch
sits beside him that Jack Russell greets her warmly.
Hey, how you doing.
Dutch hands out of Town Brown a billfold, he pockets it.
Thank you for being a friend.
Out of Town Brown, you always been good to me, Dutch.
I ain't gonna suddenly forget that. Sorry, let out, only
thought I heard your brother's coming back.
There's an old hunting lodge up by Edison Lake off
Chaffey know it I do this morning.
I provisioned it for you.
Sleeping blanket, gas burner, camp chair, lanterns, corn beef.
Dutch takes a burner cell from her pocket.
Call me as soon as they start diving the lake.
Number saved in there.
Out of town Brown takes the cell.
I'm truly sorry for what happened to your captain. That's
on me.
You didn't tell your brothers you've seen me up there?
No, I don't know what they do.
Kind of you do or you tell them? Why do
you risk your ass for him?
Dutch?
Well, you don't trust him.
Real family sticks like shit.
I don't believe that's the interpretation your daddy had in
mind when he said that.
Daddy would never have asked me to do what I did,
but he would have wanted me to do it.
Help him.
Hm.
Not everybody can be helped, and some that can be
should not.
Well, woman's got to waste your life on something.
He think he'll die of the lake.
I hope not, but you'll call me right away if
they do.
Out of town Brown nods. Dutch stands makes to walk away.
Now on the one side, you got the smartest man
in America for you. On the other.
Three white trash half wits, which you think is more dangerous.
Dutch ponders this for a moment.
See you round out of town.
Brown.
Dutch walks away exterior Dutch's trailer park day moving. Dutch
pulls up outside her trailer, finishing up a call.
How many more immigrants you want smuggled into twelve by
government poys? When I call the FBI, all make sure
I tell them you did nothing nothing.
Dutch hangs up the call. She looks at her trailer,
seems to sense something. Dutch opens her glove box, makes
as if she's going for the thirty three, hesitates, closes
the glove box. Dutch walks to her trailer door, takes
the handle. Inside Dutch's trailer, Dutch steps inside to see
waiting for her rafe JP and mort. Dutch looks at
her brothers, senses menace in the room.
Hey, little sister.
Dutch walks to the fridge, takes a beer.
Went up to the old AMC factory. They showed me
the onboard footage from Tuesday gone. Saw the dough you
were chasing limp across the road.
Then nothing. Weren't Thor's people who did for chance or more?
Oh they're lying.
I saw the footage.
Then you're lying again.
They didn't kill your dog, mort If you ain't in
the market for the truth, believe what you need.
Somebody ran over my chancer, Okay? If not, then who that.
There was a pickup? But I couldn't make out the plate.
There's nothing can be done, because nothing can be I'm sorry.
Silence, Dutch waiting for the inevitable bomb.
You said a couple of foul the dudes watch out.
In the woods, JP Hens dutches on the screen a
picture of doctor Sandberg from the town hall RAF.
Yeah, cops are fixing to bring you in no doubt
over you being seen up at the cabin by Deputy
Vagel last night.
I was hunting nothing more to say, where for how long?
Who saw you leave, who saw you get back? What
time you borrow my truck? What route you take going
up there? What route coming back? Then they're gonna ask
you all that over and over and over. One mistake
one and they'll know they're bullshit. From Butter, I told you.
Not to go out there, Carol saw your truck, Dutch.
Two people can be set against each other. Raf Truck
put me on the scene, no doubt, but only me.
I a kinna flip Dutch. If that's what's you're insinuating.
If it is, by the way, fuck you.
Why am I looking at this?
Zoom in on the watch.
Dutch zoom in on doctor Sandberg's Rolex.
Okay, it's a Rolex daytona rose gold black dial. Look
it up on the Google jay z has one.
JP starts picking at a thread on Dutch's saddle.
Don't touch that.
JP keeps picking at the thread. Dutch squares up to
her brother all eyes now on JP.
I ain't fucking playing around JP.
JP smirks, smooths the thread with his hand, sits down.
Hain't no couple thouls sis. That's a forty thousand dollars
wristwatch right there.
Dutch looks at her brothers, sees the dumb hunger in them.
I'm gonna say this once, then the rest is up
to you. If you ask me to go get that
watch to dig it up. Now, just the fact you
ask the question is enough for me to wonder if
y'all can be helped in this at all?
What's that supposed to me.
Do not ask me.
To get the watch. Just don't do it.
Don't.
The brothers look at one another.
You told us you're lighting out Friday coming. We got
a right to ask, if not before then when.
We ain't asking Dutch, we want our share now and.
Of and if I say no, best we all stick
together on this, know what I mean, especially since we
all got alibi for last night.
Well, all of us scept you.
Dutch is about to say something when there's a sudden
banging on the trailer door.
Dutch, Sheriff Taylor open up.
Dutch opens the trailer door, sees Sheriff Taylor and Deputy
Vegels standing outside. In the middle distance, doctor Thor and
Mayor Gimble looking on Dutch.
Niber, I'm arresting you for the murder of doctor Sandberg.
You have the right to remain silent.
Sheriff Taylor cuff's Dutch.
If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed
for you.
Hey, I know the constitution. You don't have probable cause.
Make us rest, officer.
You don't need probable cause to make an arrest.
Jackass Jesus as Dutch is let outside. Deputy Veagel steps forward.
Rath Knaberg here under arrest for accessory after the fact.
What you have the right to remain silent?
Deputy Veagel cuffs Rafe. JP takes out his cell starts
to record the scene.
They can't be used against you in court.
Don't make me tell tales on you, Carol, that won't
be on.
Me, Sheriff Taylor shouts from outside the trailer.
Girl together.
Deputy Vegel slaps the cell out of JP's hand.
Your brother rats me out.
Two things will happen, JP.
One no one will believe him, and two I'll beat
him to death in his cell. God, Sheriff, how you
lack demreds asshole.
Bagel shoves Raife outside. From the back of the squad car,
Dutch can see the boy on his bicycle, parked up
next to doctor Thor and Mayor Gimble, all three of
them staring at her as she's driven away. Interior, twelfth
Police Station, Interrogation room, day, Dutch sitting alone at a desk.
Mayor Gimbal comes in.
You're aware of the stakes here, Dutch.
A very very important man is missing, presumed murdered. If
you cared all about the future, of this town. I
know you'll do the right thing. Here Thor Factory is
on a knife edge, and it's all on you what
you do in the next ten minutes.
We'll just feel sorry for you, mister Mayer if I
thought you believed the lie. But you don't give a
shit either way because you already got your reward Judas,
So shut the fuck up or fuck off.
Doctor Thor, Sheriff Taylor, and Deputy Vagel enter the room,
Sheriff Taylor holding an iPad. Doctor Thor, Mayor Gimbal, and
Deputy Vagel sit at the back of the room. Sheriff
Taylor sits opposite Dutch.
I want you to see some.
Sheriff Taylor plays footage from the dash cam on Deputy
Vagel's four by four as she drives up Ford Avenue.
Dutch's truck comes into view in the middle distance. Sheriff
Taylor hits pause, points at the screen.
You see it, Look, Dutch, that's a fresh bloodstain on
the road right there. Only there ain't no dear see,
that's doctor Sandberg's blood before some he stayed the scene
as roadkill way. The blood is pooled. I reckon he
was either stabbed or shot. I think shot rayve got
an alibi for the rest of the night. He's with
JP and more. Your mother confirmed that. And over here
we got Deputy Vegel seeing you at the kennels at
five am. So where were you, Dutch between twelve fifty
eight when doctor Sandberg vanished off the face of the
earth at five am? Where's doctor Sandberg's body? Dutch?
See? I see an oil stain on the road way.
It's pooled, cracked pan or bad seal. I guess we'll
never know.
Oh no, And I think I think you thought it
was doctor Thor riding them twin bikes on Foard like
we know you saw him do earlier that day by
your trailer. We have a sworn witness claimed you called
doctor Thor a motherfucker as he cycled away.
You deny calling him that.
Where's the rest of the footage from the roller on
Forard a Deputy Bagel's bodycam.
I have the legal right to.
See that, I believe Dutch that don't see you tell.
You her bodycam wasn't on, or the file got corrupted,
or some battery died or something.
Sheriff Taylor looks at Deputy Vagel Bagel tries to look calm,
but she's nervous. No question.
I heard a dog barking inside that cabin, hunting dog, right, Dutch.
It was your truck parked outside with a shot deer
in the back. You were in the cabin with Sandburg's
body the whole time.
I know it.
Barking dogs by being down at the kennels at five am.
What proof is there of that other than the deck's word?
Or did your battery problem fix itself.
In the night.
Now you listen here, Dutch.
Ding ding ding ding ding, Someone is aggressively ringing the
desk ballot reception ding ding ding ding. Mayor Gimbal stands,
opens the door.
Can I help you?
Looking for a Deputy Carol Vagel.
Mayor Gimble looks back into the interrogation room, then back
out to reception.
She's right here.
Horribly tense moment as the silhouettes of two men in
uniform walk along the frosted glass corridor then appear at
the interrogation room door, being two State troopers.
Deputy Vagel, Yes, sorry about this.
We're like one hundred percent sure this is a crank complaint,
but it's been alleged that you're running a smuggling operation
to bring I legals across from Canada.
What you shitting me?
I'm sorry to say, no, we aren't, but we can't
clear it all up right now with the super quick
drug testing drug test.
Yeah, complain it says there's cocaine coming in with the
illegals and that you've been at the supply.
Doctor Thor looks at Dutch, her eyes locked fast on
the floor.
So Captain says, negative test. We call bullshit on the
whole thing.
Complaint said they was gonna take it to the FEDS
if we didn't act on it.
Fucking politics, right.
State Trooper number two holds up a urine sample bottle.
You fucking bitch.
Deputy Vegel leaps at Dutch starts beating over her.
How fucking kill you, How fucking bruin you bitch.
Chaos as Sheriff Taylor and the staatees dragged Deputy Vegel
off Dutch, Vegel screaming and swinging all the time.
I'll kill your own fucking family, you slap fucking flack.
Cut Carol, Carol, what the fuck Carol? Stop it now.
Carol Vegel is dragged outside by Sheriff Taylor and the staties.
I have a dollar, I have a daughter, look after her? Dutch,
who you fucking beds?
Sound of a door slamming and the muffled sound of
vagel weeping and wailing. Dutch stands, wipes the blood from
her mouth sits. Sheriff Taylor comes back into the interrogation room.
All eyes now on the Dutch. Will there be anything
else in parking lot outside the police station? Evening Dutch
and Raefe walking out of the station, watched by Sheriff Taylor,
Mayor Gimbal and doctor Thor.
What the fuck is going on? Dutch?
I do believe Deputy Vegel just pissed away their timeline.
What the fuck does that mean?
Means they got more work to do before setting down charges.
We'd already been county otherwise.
I think they're gonna charge us for real with what raf?
What possible good you think might ever come out of
JP raising a pistol on a dark night over the
head of a moving target who just so happened to
be the town's only visiting billionaire.
Wait, I thought you said it one. Doctor Thor got shot.
Dutch stops, puts her hands up in exasperation.
JP thought it was doctor thor Rafe.
That's the fuck.
You boys spun a wheel. You didn't need to. From
the moment that gun fired.
There was always a chance that won or some or
all of us would have to pay a price.
But you knew that right. You're not an idiot.
I am not going down for something I didn't do.
No fucking word.
If you think you've not done anything, RAF, then you.
Are dutchess cell rings. She takes it out of her pocket,
sees the caller id out of town. Brown answers the call.
Exterior cabin by Edison Lake, sunset, out of town. Brown,
looking over the water, he can clearly see divers times
three splash down in the center of the lake off
a diving boat marked MSP Marine Services Team.
Guess do you know why I'm calling?
Boatmark?
Michigan State Police.
Back in the parking lot, Dutch frozen to the spot.
Thanks friend, good luck, Dutch.
Dutch hangs up the call. What Dutch falls into a reverie?
Who is in the market for a savior? Can you
save yourself? That's the question.
If the war's lost, your one shot don't matter unless
unless it matters to you, You took.
It unless fuck winning or losing.
Fuck what's wise? And fuck all civility. Fuck more than anything.
Surrender fuck surrender Dutch.
What was that call about.
You in the market for a savior?
Brother? What?
Dutch slams Rape up against a knone unit band, causing
Una to bark aggressively from.
Inside you surrender back in there.
Dutch slap Rafe across the face.
Give me up for the deal they offered you, queen
for a day.
What the fuck Dutch did you?
Dutch slaps Raefe again, this time drawing blood.
Don't answer me. Have you lost your fucking mind? I'm
your brother, your brother.
Dutch slaps Rathe He shoves her back, then she comes
in again. He grabs her slaps her against the van.
Rafe stares deeply into Dutch's eyes.
Whatever the fuck is going on? And whatever the fuck
you think?
I didn't.
I didn't look at me, Dutch. I didn't you're my sister.
I didn't.
Dutch stares back at Raife, then smiles. Raef takes a moment,
then releases Dutch from his grip.
I feel you, brother, I do all right this.
Dutch looks back at the police station, sees they're still
being watched by Sheriff Taylor at all.
It's time for what the watch for?
Run money?
Okay when dawn tomorrow? Why not now tonight?
Tomorrow's Friday.
Rafe thinks about this.
Sure, okay, you need to pack got it? Sure? Okay, tomorrow,
Mama's six thirty? All right?
Dutch walks away.
Yeah, I'll tell the others. Good call. We got this, this,
we got it.
Interior Dutchess trailer night, Dutch stuffing a rucksack with cans
of tennor ripe targets reveal. The label on the side
of the cans reads binary exploding rim fire. Targets includes
free earplugs Dutchess cell rings.
She answers, Dutch niberg, thanks for calling me back on this. Okay,
I'm gonna need a lawyer.
One percent. You read the email ascent.
That'll do it.
Dutch hangs up, looks around her trailer as if for
the last time, grabs her Winchester, exits to outside Dutch's trailer.
Dutch places the rucksack and the rifle in her truck,
looks to see if she's being observed, jumps in speeds
off dissolved to exterior Chestermann Beach, Vancouver Island, sunset, Dutch
galloping on a beautiful white mare, like the one she
saw in the field by Edison Lake. Dutch pulls the
mare up and they both look out over the ocean
a beautiful moment. The Mayor rears, throwing Dutch onto the sand.
The Mayor falls back onto Dutch, trapping her left leg.
Dutch sees Raf JP and Mort looking at her. In
JP's hand, a smoking revolver. Luna stands next to Mort
barks aggressively at Dutch, strains on her lead. Dutch pulls
herself desperately from under the mare. Just as she frees herself,
the mayor has transformed into the shot deer Dutch placed
on Ford Avenue. Dutch stares into the deer's black, dead
eye as she stands on uneasy feet. Mort releases Luna,
who runs in attack mode towards Dutch. Dutch turns to
see doctor Thor and doctor Sandberg are behind her, blocking
her exit. Dutch is trapped. She runs towards the waves,
dives into the sea, is suddenly sinking into the black
depths of the ocean. Exterior, Remote Woodland Road dawn. Dutch's
truck parked up Dutch inside sleeping. Dutch's cell rings. She
starts out of sleep, answers.
Hold on, hold on, why there? Why not? Mama's okay, okay, okay,
I'm on my way.
Dutch starts. The truck drives through the woods, exterior wood
leading to a field, dawn moving Dutch driving towards Mort's
deer stand. Dutch stops where the towpath ends, gets out
of her truck, looks at the deer stand around five
hundred feet away. This is some no man's land bullshit.
As Dutch is now forced to walk five hundred feet
from her truck, unarmed, towards a deer stand with clear
line of sight. At her walking, Dutch can see her
brothers in the deer stand. All three of them have
their winchesters on their laps.
Trust is very simple.
It's a bunch of statements that you believe to be
one hundred percent true. I believe my brothers would never
lie to me. I believe one hundred percent they would
never steal from me. I believe my brothers would never
betray me, not even to keep their guilty asses out
of jail. The more such statements you one hundred percent.
Believe the more you trust, less you believe the less
you trust.
I believe my brothers.
Ain't dumb enough to shoot me in the head before
they got their forty thousand.
That's what I got.
Dutch takes a deep breath walks forward. These are unbearably
tense moments as Dutch edges across no man's land towards
the deer stand. Several cuts between the brothers observing their
sister come closer and Dutch crossing the field. At one point,
Dutch stumbles as if her knees have given way. She
steadies herself carries on. As Dutch gets to the edge
of the deer stand, the brothers no longer have line
of sight on her. She breathes a sigh of relief
as she makes it to the bottom of the deer stand.
Come on up.
Dutch climbs up the five foot ladder, looks inside, sees Raef,
Mort and JP. Then she sees they're all wearing ear plugs.
Fuck.
A fourth figure hidden behind the boys reveals herself. It's
Mama Nyberg. Shotgun in hand, Mama Nibbler shoots Dutch in
the chest. Dutch literally flies through the air landing in
a crumbling heap in the field below. JP, Mort, Raife,
and Mama and Iberg climbed down Rafe. Jp and Mort
toss their earplugs on the ground as they approached Dutch,
who's now groaning incoherently. Mort kneels down so he can
talk right in Dutch's face. You shouldn't have lied to me.
You should have never done.
That, Mama and Iberg approaches, points the shotgun at Dutch's chest.
The boys jerk their hands to their ears, now ringing
from the surprise second shotgun blast. Jesus Raife presses both
hands against his right ear.
Jesus, Mama, was that really necessary? Tonally rock salt, just
making sure.
Now brutally winded, Dutch rolls over, howls for breath.
Think you good first time? Oh? Want her to get up?
Beat your ass a second time? Believe the words you're
looking for?
Our thank you.
Patter down.
Mort steps forward checks Dutch finds a thirty three in
her jacket pocket and her cell hands them to Raife.
Good job, brother, Dutch coughs.
Up some blood, gasps for air, passes out end Act three,
Part one,