Dig Me No Grave (2025)

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(Birds chirping)

(Trees swaying in the wind)

(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)

(Chambering r*fle)

(g*n shot)

Ahh, f*ck

(Truck engine rumbling)

No luck?

Nah.

Hey Diesel.

Good boy, Good boy.

Yeah, that's my boy.

Sometimes I think that you love

that dog more than me.

I wouldn't say that.

Just most people.

These guys are loyal to the bone.

Do you think it's time to pack it in?

Nah.

Tags are good for another week.

I mean, pack it in...

for good.

Just quit.

Why not?

Fred, gave it up.

Fred had other health issues.

As long as I got two sturdy legs to stand

on, I aint quitting sh*t.

I don't know if I would like to see you

be out there by yourself.

I'm fine.

Im armed for Christs sakes.

Yeah, but it was different.

Fred was with you for all those years.

I dont need to worry. But now I am worried.

Why? Because I'm f*cking old?

You are f*cking old.

And if something happened with you,

I will...

What?

Huh?

Take the rest of my retirement fund,

and drink it away on some beach somewhere.

Good Lord, Linda.

That's not a bad idea.

I can fly.

Go to the Caribbean with your wrinkly a*s.

And you know what?

Go hunt some more and have a heart attack

in the middle of...

Dont, huh? me.

I know you can read my lips.

(Birds Chirping)

(Truck engine rumbling)

(High pitch ringing)

(Leaves and sticks crunching under feet)

(Chambering r*fle)

(Click)

(g*n fires)

About god damn time.

Make it quick.

I hate phones.

Bullseye

(Deep guttural growing)

(Low pitch breathing)

(Growling and breathing gets closer and intensifies)

Take it.

(g*n shot)

(Scott screaming)

(Hammer clicks)

(g*n shot)

(Gasping for air)

(Coughs)

(Breathing through gritted teath)

(Shalow breathing)

f*ck!

f*ck it.

f*ck.

Fred!

Who f*cking said you could retire before me?

You f*cking hear me Fred?

Buddy?

Youre supposed to be out here with me.

Remember back in 78?

When you shot that spike.

Whew!

That was one tough son of a b*tch.

From what I remembered, that was the only spike

you've ever f*cking shot.

Yeah...

Yeah.

I'm done.

Refill?

Nah,

I'm done with this sh*t.

You've been saying that for four f*cking years,

Fred.

Yeah, so?

You need to go out with a k*ll.

It's all Im saying.

I'll be dead before that happens.

Im dead.

Ill believe when I see it.

This is our year.

I can feel it.

Youve been saying that,

four f*cking years, Scott.

Well, you need to go out on top.

Im going with or without you.

f*ck.

Come on.

f*ck you.

So, have you heard anything from Scott?

I did, left me a message.

and?

Finally bagged one.

Well, sh*t, he never told me.

When did he call you?

Christ.

It was? Yeah, yesterday, I think.

No, it was 2 to 3 days ago.

sh*t.

I don't remember.

Dont remember?

Seriously, what the f*ck Fred?

Why don't you call him yourself?

Huh! You think I haven't

tried? He never answer.

Well, keep trying.

He's got to get that k*ll

to the butcher soon,

or it rots.

Probably already doing that.

Just barely.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Fred I got it.

(Gagging and choking)

f*ck!

All finished Mrs. Parker.

Looks great jimmy.

Shall we get you paid?

Scott.

I'm coming Linda.

God damn it,

wake up the whole damn neighborhood.

Pay Jimmy please.

Come on tight a*s.

Thankyou Mrs. and Mr. Parker.

Oh Jimmy? you back next week, right?

Yeah, no problem Mr. Parker bright and early!

The hell was that?

What? Someone needs to do it right?

You never are.

That's bullshit and you know it.

If I left it up to you

This place is going to be buried in weeks.

Hey, look!

I provide.

Why don't you stay here?

We could take a road trip.

Hunting season is my time,

you know this.

You used to come out with me and Fred.

You're still welcome.

What?

Camping by myself

while you two having fun in the woods

and drinking yourself silly.

That's not my thing anymore.

Fine suit yourself.

Have you ever ask yourself why you do it?

Why I do what?

Hunt?

Nope. Why?

Because you never look

like you're having fun.

It seems like you are doing it

for someone else.

Excuse me.

Look, this picture

you don't happy then,

and you don't happy now.

Are you sure you're doing it for yourself?

Four years,

and nothing.

Now you f*ck decide to come out.

Go figure.

Pop?

How long till we, you know, cut it up?

We? Nah, this one is all you, boy.

Im gonna sit here with a beer and supervise.

Make sure you don't f*ck it up.

But we got to wait a day or two.

The rigor mortis to come and go first.

Rigor?

Mortis, the stiffening of the body after the k*ll.

You got to wait a day or two.

While the meat is tough, like leather.

You feeling sad for that dear?

Yeah, I guess I feel sad, but I also...

Alive, right? Yes.

Thats adrenaline.

It's a great feeling, right?

Now listen, boy.

I was going to give you this next week

on your birthday, but,

well, I think now is the right time

I have not told your mama

So let's keep this between us for a while,

right.

Right.

Go on.

Wow! Its huge.

And have a look on the grip.

Wow. It's amazing.

It's beautiful.

This ain't no hunting piece, right?

Hell if it ain't!

I didn't get you this, so you can just

pop beer bottles and blow up watermelons.

This here is your back up.

Back up?

Yeah. Backup.

Them r*fles we carry their good.

They do the job.

But you never know when you you're going

to need to get your a*s out of a jam.

You take that

any way you want, sh*t happens.

You'll always need a handgun.

But it's really heavy.

Give me a minute, boy.

Right.

It's heavier than I thought.

Come here, boy.

Let me show you.

Hold it tight. That's right.

You aim.

And, you squeeze.

Oh, yeah.

There you go.

You never look down the barrel

of a loaded g*n boy!

You never aim at anyone unless your...

You're willing to sh**t in self-defense.

You never, ever!

Look down the barrel of a g*n unless it's

your last dying wish.

You get that?

Bye Scotty boy.

(Pulls trigger)

(Pulls trigger)

(Pulls trigger repeatedly)

What the...

(Screams in horror)

You need to go out there, Fred.

I'll see what he's up to.

Probably having too much fun

Sometimes I wonder, are you guys even out hunting?

Come on, Linda.

You've been out there before.

You know that place?

I do, and I know him.

He doesn't normally ignore me this long.

Like I said, he's probably having too much fun.

He hasn't had fun for ages, Fred,

quit pulling my chain.

Yeah, yeah.

Just hang tight.

I'll go check on him.

What's going on?

Where am I?

Who are you?

What the f*ck have you done to me, man?

Where the f*ck are my legs?

You...

You did this to me.

You. This really hurts, man.

I'm in pain. Real.

Ow, ow, ow, ow Ow!

Who the f*ck are you, man?

Who the f*ck are you?

Wha...

What, what the f*ck.

Where the f*ck are my legs?

You son of a b*tch.

Wa... Water.

More. More.

More. Please, more.

I need a phone, to call my wife.

f*ck and Fred.

What's going on?

I need a... I need a piss.

I need a piss man.

Please!

Yeah, thanks.

What them needles for, man?

I hate needles.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow.

Where you going?

I need your help!

Where you going?

Where you... going.

Pop, I gotta piss.

Go piss.

Where?

You need me to piss for you?

I said go piss.

f*ck.

Okay.

No, come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Yep, uhuh.

Uhuh.

Ahh, yeah.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey.

Please.

Hello?

Not sure why I'm strapped in.

It's not like I can get very far.

That's my piece.

Come on, Scotty boy.

Do it!

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Why haven't you taken me to a hospital?

Why are you detaining me?

You feed me dog food,

feeding me water.

Youre keeping me alive.

You steal my sh*t.

Cut off my f*cking legs.

The hell are you up to, man?

Or is it ma'am

or sir or whatever the f*ck you are!

God damn.

God damn it, Scott. Where are ya?

God damn it.

Another beer?

Uhh, yeah.

No. Look, I really can't stay.

So first thing tomorrow morning.

Go back out there.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

I got to go and get some rest.

It's been one long day,

Fred.

You'll tell me if there is

anything you need.

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

How about...

if you stay tonight and...

we can go tomorrow morning together.

To have a look?

Look, Linda,

I really can't stay.

I really can't stay.

I get it, Fred.

Youre a good friend.

Look, you know, I just

say no more.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

You need to let me go.

Call my wife.

She'll come and get me.

You can't keep me here, man.

And I can't keep pissing,

and sh*t in a f*cking bucket!

You think she really cares?

I dont believe it,

you can say more than two words.

What was that?

She's f*cking him.

You, m*therf*cker.

You can't hear what I'm telling you.

Piece of sh*t.

Your woman is a f*cking wh*re.

She is f*cking him.

Do you understand that guy,

Who's f*cking who?

Wash.

Who is f*cking who?

Wash.

You've been in my f*cking house.

I aint washing sh*t.

Come on boy! Come on.

Get off me!

No! Shut the f*ck up, m*therf*cker.

Come on, boy.

Come on, son.

Crazy son of a b...

Come here, boy.

Wake up, son.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You like that bath boy?

You like that bath?

Bout time I cleaned your a*s up, m*therf*cker.

Come on.

You f*ck.

Come on!

No, f*ck you!

No, god, no!

Come on.

What's in them needles?

for infection

and hostility.

How did you get me from bleeding out?

when you cut off my legs?

I mean,

no hospital,

no surgery room,

no doctors.

You can't tell me this is just

what? Some backwoods cabin f*ck doesn't woods.

Hey.

Argh.

Well,

Im talking to you, you know.

I said I'm talking to you!

Practice.

f*ck.

Oh Fred, your truck stinks.

I know.

I need to vacuum it.

No, Fred.

You need to fumigate it.

It smells like you took a dump in here.

Is that better?

You said you covered this area.

Yeah, been all over it.

Searched the place from top to god damn bottom.

Time to get deeper, then.

Oh sh*t.

Fred.

Fred!

Hold on Im taking a god damn piss.

Come quick!

Come.

Look.

Whoa!

Critters been picking on that real good.

Someone shot it.

Yeah.

Someone took it out real good.

Shot the sh*t out of it.

But whyd someone k*ll it and just leave it here?

Yeah.

Sport.

There are some idiots out here,

crazy idiots.

You speak Navajo?

What do you know about it?

Enough to know you're not a blood.

You don't know sh*t.

Come on, Leave it at that,

or you'll lose the rest of your...

Limbs.

You shoulda left me under that bear.

And you shouldnt have orphaned her cubs.

It was her or me.

Her home.

Your choice to be there.

What are you talking about man.

This land is open for hunting.

Again.

Your choice.

And she paid the price.

Now...

you are.

This.

This ain't my choice.

I made my choice out there

under that bear.

You robbed me of that choice

by bringing me here.

By saving you.

By saving me?

From what?

Huh?

This ain't exactly what I had in mind.

This is not my choice.

That my f*cking whiskey.

You got that, too.

Your choice to be here.

You chose this.

Say it.

You chose for me.

Argh! f*ck.

Give me the whiskey, man.

Thats my god damn whiskey.

You chose this.

Say it.

I.

(Scott repeats) I.

I.

Come on.

I.

Almost!

Keep antagonizing me like this.

You evil f*ck.

Hey, no!

No.

No.

No.

f*ck.

Let me know when youre ready to say it.

Hey, no.

No, no.

I don't need that sh*t, man.

No more. No.

I know.

I know you miss it.

I got all the time in the world.

Pop.

Yep.

Why do we hunt?

you kidding me?

No, sir.

Well, I guess we don't need to right?

You got all the meat

you can eat right from the grocery?

Yeah.

You can sit at home and...

Here.

Sit at home and...

set up the fire for barbecue.

Or your mama.

Your mama can make up a batch

of her chili.

Right. With no effort at all. Right.

And hunting goes on behind the scenes.

We don't even need to get our hands dirty.

Yeah, I guess.

By the way.

How's the meat taste?

It's really good. Best you ever eat?

Yes, sir, By far.

And your mama's chili?

None better.

And that is why we hunt son.

Yeah.

That is why we hunt.

See somethings you just cant get from grocery

Besides,

your mama refuses to use anything else.

Come on.

Lets gear up.

Time to move on.

More meat where that came from.

Come on, boy.

No. Pop? Pop!

You okay?

What's happening?

You gotta get to camp boy.

Use a radio. Call for help.

I can't leave you here.

If you run fast, Ill be fine.

I can't run that fast. I'm not leaving you.

God gave you a strong legs to run with, boy.

Now use them.

Help! Help!

Anyone, can you hear me?

Please, someone quickly!

Please!

I got to get out of here.

Ouch, f*ck.

You son of a b*tch.

Come on.

What the f*ck are you into?

What the f*ck?

Come on.

Come on!

f*ck.

No chance.

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

Going somewhere?

I just wanted to get some fresh air.

Going the wrong way for that.

Door's over here.

Who gave you the right to go for my stuff?

I really don't give a f*ck about your...

Come on.

Come here mother f*ck.

Get on there.

Okay, okay, Im ready to talk, okay?

Its my choice.

My choice? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this.

All right? I can explain. I can explain.

I was curious.

All right? Its Pat right? Pat.

You shouldnt have stole my stuff.

Staff Sergeant!

Who addresses me?

PFC. Mina Slocum

Mina?

Slocum.

You're going to be fine.

I heard you were the best medic

in the regiment.

Heard right.

Still are, by my book.

They should have promoted you sooner.

Wasn't in the cards.

Remember.

The discharge?

Dishonorable discharge.

Its tragic and wrong.

No, no!

It was the best thing that ever happened to us.

It brought us home.

Right?

Right. But.

But you miss me.

It's over.

They took everything from me.

From us.

They?

Punks.

Those f*cking pricks.

You, me...

us.

Punished.

They got away with m*rder.

They took you from me.

Wow, so beautiful.

I told you, didn't I?

Well, yeah, but

nothing could have prepared me for this.

Well, this is the most beautiful place

on earth, but it's nothing like you.

Okay,

I want to show you something.

Come on,

Mina.

Mina?

Mina!

Ahh, sh*t.

You're going to be okay.

You're going to be okay.

Baby?

Talk to me.

Damn, sh*t.

Mina, talk to me baby.

Mina.

Mina?

Mina,

Mina!

God, no.

No.

No!

No!

I missed

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just pissed at myself for missing.

Sure.

Go scout its trail if youd like?

Nah.

I'm sure I missed.

All right, lets head out.

Yeah,

I get it.

I said I get it.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Ahh, f*ck this.

If you werent such a f*cking stump Id have you dig this hole.

Do it!

no, no, no, no.

Come on! Come on.

God damn it.

Why don't you make this easier on

both of us and just f*cking sh**t me?

Staff sergeant!

Just f*cking sh**t me.

Maiko! Maiko, Maiko.

Hey, hey, hey.

Bucket.

I need a piss.

You here for the show?

ready to collect.

Hey, what are you doing?

My legs ain't hurting right now.

For infection.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You f*cking son of a b*tch.

f*ck.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on baby! Come on.

Come on for me!

No! No, no, oh come on.

Come on you son of a b*tch. Come on!

No, come on!

f*ck!

Wow!

You got some ba*ls, boy.

Cross the line, boy.

Clever, Scotty boy.

Okay, look.

I'm sorry about the drug,

but what would you do in my situation, huh?

It's clear to me that you don't want me dead.

Otherwise, I already happily would be.

But you're going to see to it

that I survive.

For better or for worse.

In fact,

I could probably reach over right now.

Blacken your eye

and sure,

you'd made my life miserable for a bit.

But then shortly after,

you'd be dressing my wounds.

Am I right?

I mean, you.

You are really good,

at bringing me to the edge,

and then bringing me back.

Just so that,

we can repeat this f*cking

cycle over and over again.

The tractor,

the grave,

the bear.

I mean, it's clear we're both dealing

with difficulties in this life.

You're going to see to it,

that I share in your quest for redemption.

Now, I don't like a lot of people.

Hell,

I dont like most people.

In fact, most of them

I want to sh**t myself

because they revolt me so much.

I guess we're a lot alike in that way.

If it wasn't for Maiko,

you'd have been dead long ago.

Maybe Maikos, smarter than both of us.

I guess what I'm trying to say,

and this is the God's honest truth.

I believe that I really f*cking hate you.

But at the same time,

I'm fascinated by you.

Why on earth would i say that?

After all that we've been through.

Through all the craziness,

all the butt f*ck, that actually

is Pat Gunther.

I believe you're just one hurting mother.

And I'm glad to sympathize.

In a way,

you're in more pain than I am.

And I got no f*cking legs.

I guess,

what I'm trying to say is I was ready

to meet my maker under that bear,

and I was under there for

God knows how long.

Seven,

days.

How would you know that?

Unless you...

Watched most of it.

You knew I was trapped

and you didn't help me.

Here,

I Knew.

f*ck you,

f*ck you!

You could have saved me and my legs.

I did save your legs.

Want to see?

You just watched?

You sick f*ck!

Get off me!

Why me?

Your murdering friend.

m*rder?

Oh f*ck.

You think that Fred?

Of all the hunters that come out here?

It was him,

Fred,

The guy that can't hit the broadside

of a barn? That Fred?

Come here mother f*ck.

(Singing) I gotta find, Scott Parker.

Find the Scott, find the Scott.

Oh no you dont.

Shut the f*ck up, man.

Shut up.

You make a noise.

You make a sound.

I'll cut your ba*ls off.

Do you hear me boy?

Hey. Yeah.

Sorry to bother you.

How'd you get through my gate?

It wasn't locked, so

I just thought I'd see if anyone was home.

Hope you don't mind.

I lock it for a reason.

Yeah. Uhh.

It wasn't locked.

So you came in anyway?

Look, my buddy is missing, and I'm just

trying to find out if anyone has seen him.

Was hunting in these parts recently,

and never came back home.

I haven't seen anyone.

Yeah, he looks like this.

If you see him, please

let him know that people are concerned.

What's his name?

His name is Scott.

Yeah, Scott Parker.

I'll keep an eye out.

Thank you for your time.

One more thing.

Do you want me to lock your gate

down there?

No, Leave it.

Okay.

Yep.

sh*t.

Hey, Linda.

So, any luck?

Nothing. been out here all day,

and got nothing?

I ran into a local.

Wasn't very nice.

Creepy as hell.

Had me feeling really cold.

I don't even remember any houses up there.

About 8 miles,

from the camp.

Don't know, Fred. Anyway, Are you sure?

You look everywhere.

Sorry, Linda.

I'll keep looking though.

Any news from the cops?

No, no. They won't search without the vehicle.

I'll stay out here a little longer.

Okay.

Bye.

sh*t.

Holy sh*t!

sh*t.

Seen enough?

Yeah, I...

I'm sorry.

I dropped my glasses,

and I just cant live without them.

Looks like you found them.

sh*t.

You going to tell me what you really doing here?

Look, I Just...

Like I told you before,

I don't know your friend.

I haven't seen him.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

f*ck

(g*nsh*t)

Fred!

Yeah.

Look, I'm going to get you out of here.

You okay?

Long story.

Just...

Untie these ropes man.

sh*t.

What happened to your legs?

I told you. It's a long story, Fred.

Just untie these ropes so we can get out of here!

He's cut your God damn legs up.

No I cut myself shaving...

What the f*ck do you think.

Does it hurt?

Of course it f*cking hurts.

Wheres that son of a b*tch?

Is he still here?

You don't worry about that boy,

I shot him dead.

I wouldn't be in this situation

if you hadn't gotten trigger happy

on one of our hunts.

Now, would I?

You want to tell me about that?

Yeah. Look.

I think I shot someone long time ago.

It was your friend.

God damnit.

You, god damnit!

Fred!

No!

Shut the f*ck up!

Shut up!

All cause of Scotty boy.

Im gonna f*ck you up.

(Hacks into flesh and bone)

Yeah.

God damn it, Fred.

Good bye, old friend.

f*ck.

Come on.

No.

Come on.

f*ck!

f*ck.

f*ck.

Yeah.

f*ck.

(Car crash, followed by silence)