Promise me you’ll look after yourself. – Yeah. I’m going hunting. MARCUS – So how you been? All this baby shit, it must be mad! VAUGHN – I’m sorry, I know you always
wanted to be the one I got pregnant. FREYA – Marcus Trenton
and Vaughn Carter, three nights? – That’s right, yes. IONA – You guys picked the
perfect weekend to be here. Gets boozy as hell. LOGAN – Well, you boys have
a good day’s hunting out there, eh? VAUGHN – We will. MARCUS – Reckon
you can take down a deer? VAUGHN – Probably not, no. MARCUS – Not everyone can do it. (Gun cocking) (Gun fires) We just go to the police… Go to the police?
It’ll be considered murder! We go to that town and
we come back here tonight. We have no choice. Successful day’s stalking? LOGAN – We’re putting
together a search party. What were you doing last night? What real evidence have we got? Nothing! We were wrong
and we’re gonna to pay for it. They’ve gone! (Gun cocks) MARCUS – Everything I did here… I did it to protect us. VAUGHN – I’m so sorry. LOGAN – That’s not gonna be enough. That’s not gonna be nearly enough.