Norman:
Take all of you people to nail one buck?
Chip Hollister:
It was just lying there with its feet tied together.
Norman:
Must've been an easy shot, then.
[They laugh]
Norman:
How many points?
Chip Hollister:
I didn't count.
Norman:
You're not from here, are you?
Chip Hollister:
No. Just Mike.
Norman:
Lucky sons of bitches. I been jacking deer in these woods all my life. Never stumbled across one that was gift-wrapped!
Officer:
Norman!
Norman:
Coming.
[he stands and leans close to Chip]
Norman:
Son, plead self-defence. It's your only hope.
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