[about the wolves]
Old Indian:
They're shiftless. They might be gods!
Edddie Holt:
It's not wolves, it's Wolfen. For 20,000 years Wilson- ten times your fucking Christian era- the 'skins and wolves, the great hunting nations, lived together, nature in balance. Then the slaughter came.
Edddie Holt:
The smartest ones, they went underground into a new wilderness, YOUR CITIES. You have your technology but you lost. You lost your senses
Old Indian:
In their world, there can be no lies, no crimes.
Edddie Holt:
No need for detectives.
Old Indian:
In their eyes, YOU ARE THE SAVAGE.
Dewey Wilson:
They kill to protect family?
Old Indian:
In the end, it's all for the HUNTING GROUND.
Dewey Wilson:
They kill...
Old Indian:
The sick. The abandoned. Those who will not be missed.
Dewey Wilson:
More than that.
Old Indian:
They kill to survive. They kill to protect.
Dewey Wilson:
Family?
Old Indian:
Man kills for less. But in the end, it is all for the hunting ground.
Eddie Holt:
You've seen them, haven't you? You don't have the eyes of the Hunter. You have the eyes of the dead.
Warren:
I'm going to team you up with Dewey Wilson on this Christopher VanderVeer thing.
Rebecca Neff:
I didn't know he was back. I thought he retired, disabled, mental...?
Warren:
He had a lot of family problems, he started to drink a little too much, police work... piled up on him. He's a good man, you'll like him.
Rebecca Neff:
Okay, fine.
[Eddie and Dewey are up on the top of a bridgeworks]
Eddie Holt:
Shape shifting. We do it for kicks. Turn yourself into a different animal. One night a deer, next night a salmon...
Dewey Wilson:
Or a wolf?
Eddie Holt:
Sure.
[Eddie unhooks Dewey's safety line]
Eddie Holt:
Or an eagle.
[Dewey looks down, a long way... ]
Eddie Holt:
C'mon Dewey, just flap your arms and jump, its easy. It's all in the head.
Dewey Wilson:
That would be murder. You wouldn't kill anyone else, would you?
Eddie Holt:
That's what they pay you to find out...
Warren:
Well I'll be God fuckin' damned.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
