Hey, it's Jack Levy, one of the producers on table Read. First of all, thank you so much to our audience. We've had such an incredible response to the work we're doing, and first and foremost goes to the talent, to the writers, to the actors, to the technicians and the creatives who as a community make this an incredible project. Table Read is thrilled to present More Than One Idiot Brother by Pierce Lahne. It's a dark comedy about Dutch Nyberg who discovers her three idiot brothers have committed a murder. She risks everything to help them, delving into complex family relationships and moral dilemmas. It explores the potential consequences of decisions made in the heat of the moment, and showcases unlikely heroes and challenging situations.

Hey, it's Jack Levy, one of the producers on table Read. First of all, thank you so much to our audience. We've had such an incredible response to the work we're doing, and first and foremost goes to the talent, to the writers, to the actors, to the technicians and the creatives who as a community make this an incredible project. Table Read is thrilled to present More Than One Idiot Brother by Pierce Lahne. It's a dark comedy about Dutch Nyberg who discovers her three idiot brothers have committed a murder. She risks everything to help them, delving into complex family relationships and moral dilemmas. It explores the potential consequences of decisions made in the heat of the moment, and showcases unlikely heroes and challenging situations.

Enjoy what are we waiting on.

Enjoy what are we waiting on.

Right now?

Right now?

More Than One Idiot Brother? Written by Pierce Lehane Fade in Exterior Intersection, Sacramento, CCTV footage day mute on an anonymous suburban intersection, Mothers with strollers wait by a crosswalk and s u V stops allowing the mothers to cross the street. A bicycle courier slows abruptly zigzags around the mothers, then dashes on the suv, waits for the mothers to cross over to the other side, then pulls away. A jogger thirty runs toward the crosswalk. The jogger is wearing inner ear headphones, looks briefly to her right, crosses immediately onto the intersection. Smash. The jogger has been plowed into by a space age driverless vehicle. The driverless auto veer suddenly to the left, crashing into a line of parked cars. On the driver's door of the driverless auto the phoenix like logo of Thor Industries. The mothers rush to the jogger as a convoy of support vehicles come to a stop around the accident site. Scientists times ten jump out of the vehicles and approach the scene. Several place their hands to their faces. Not good pre lap a gavel banging a table, interior school gymnasium, twelfth Michigan night, a proper rowdy town hall, plastic chairs, bad coffee heating busted two hundred fifty plus citizens yelling out shame, sit down, shut your mouth. As Mayor Gimbal fifty bashes his gavel furiously.

More Than One Idiot Brother? Written by Pierce Lehane Fade in Exterior Intersection, Sacramento, CCTV footage day mute on an anonymous suburban intersection, Mothers with strollers wait by a crosswalk and s u V stops allowing the mothers to cross the street. A bicycle courier slows abruptly zigzags around the mothers, then dashes on the suv, waits for the mothers to cross over to the other side, then pulls away. A jogger thirty runs toward the crosswalk. The jogger is wearing inner ear headphones, looks briefly to her right, crosses immediately onto the intersection. Smash. The jogger has been plowed into by a space age driverless vehicle. The driverless auto veer suddenly to the left, crashing into a line of parked cars. On the driver's door of the driverless auto the phoenix like logo of Thor Industries. The mothers rush to the jogger as a convoy of support vehicles come to a stop around the accident site. Scientists times ten jump out of the vehicles and approach the scene. Several place their hands to their faces. Not good pre lap a gavel banging a table, interior school gymnasium, twelfth Michigan night, a proper rowdy town hall, plastic chairs, bad coffee heating busted two hundred fifty plus citizens yelling out shame, sit down, shut your mouth. As Mayor Gimbal fifty bashes his gavel furiously.

Order now order.

Order now order.

The gymnasium falls silent, except for a skinny infant crying in the arms of its skinny mother. A sign hung over the basketball who behind the mayor reads twelfth Michigan welcomes Thor Industries.

The gymnasium falls silent, except for a skinny infant crying in the arms of its skinny mother. A sign hung over the basketball who behind the mayor reads twelfth Michigan welcomes Thor Industries.

Strike that phrase from the record.

Strike that phrase from the record.

The meeting secretary sixty scribbles over the words white trash in the minutes gives a thumbs up to the town citizens who are recording the meeting on their iPhones. So stricken standing in the hall angrily twisting the red Maga cap in his hands, Jeb Sando fifty.

The meeting secretary sixty scribbles over the words white trash in the minutes gives a thumbs up to the town citizens who are recording the meeting on their iPhones. So stricken standing in the hall angrily twisting the red Maga cap in his hands, Jeb Sando fifty.

Then I'll say it again, white trash. A woman in Sacramento is crushed to death under the wheels of a Thoor Industry's driverless auto. And they ban testing across the state at California, and you're asking us to allow it here.

Then I'll say it again, white trash. A woman in Sacramento is crushed to death under the wheels of a Thoor Industry's driverless auto. And they ban testing across the state at California, and you're asking us to allow it here.

True.

True.

Next to Mayor Gimble at the top table, a man sporting of forty thousand dollars Rolex, doctor Alex Sandberg thirty out of town or no doubt. Doctor Sandberg is scanning Jeb Sando's Facebook page sees images of Jeb at Daytona, hunting in the woods, ice fishing on.

Next to Mayor Gimble at the top table, a man sporting of forty thousand dollars Rolex, doctor Alex Sandberg thirty out of town or no doubt. Doctor Sandberg is scanning Jeb Sando's Facebook page sees images of Jeb at Daytona, hunting in the woods, ice fishing on.

The streets where our kids ride their bikes every day. They see us as disposable pieces of white trash where they wouldn't be here. But to have you speak for them, take their side over ours. Shame on you, mayor Gimble for shame.

The streets where our kids ride their bikes every day. They see us as disposable pieces of white trash where they wouldn't be here. But to have you speak for them, take their side over ours. Shame on you, mayor Gimble for shame.

Doctor Sandberg types unreachable in je file.

Doctor Sandberg types unreachable in je file.

Also that woman wasn't killed, Jeb, just paraplegia. But that ain't even the point.

Also that woman wasn't killed, Jeb, just paraplegia. But that ain't even the point.

It ain't Jeb throws his arms up to the heavens sits down.

It ain't Jeb throws his arms up to the heavens sits down.

Look, folks, you got dead straight roads up here, built wide enough for oversized logging eighteen wheelers. Permission is for out of town only. We're here because of how safely this can be done in twelve. I know, I don't have to tell you how many of your father's uncle's husbands worked at the old AMC plant. The truth is, that's what's really on the line here. Jobs coming back to twelve for the first time in a generation.

Look, folks, you got dead straight roads up here, built wide enough for oversized logging eighteen wheelers. Permission is for out of town only. We're here because of how safely this can be done in twelve. I know, I don't have to tell you how many of your father's uncle's husbands worked at the old AMC plant. The truth is, that's what's really on the line here. Jobs coming back to twelve for the first time in a generation.

Couple of heads not in the room.

Couple of heads not in the room.

And and this is the part you all need to consider for real, the future. The day thor driverless autos are DOT approved, we know that's coming down the line. Fact and facts built factories.

And and this is the part you all need to consider for real, the future. The day thor driverless autos are DOT approved, we know that's coming down the line. Fact and facts built factories.

That's right, You've got point.

That's right, You've got point.

Okay, we have a chainans here to be a part of four industries journey. Each take our share of the rewards that will flow from such fellowship.

Okay, we have a chainans here to be a part of four industries journey. Each take our share of the rewards that will flow from such fellowship.

Mayor Gimbal nods at doctor Sandberg. Doctor Sandberg nods.

Mayor Gimbal nods at doctor Sandberg. Doctor Sandberg nods.

Back till the factory opens in Tijuana, just like you know it will.

Back till the factory opens in Tijuana, just like you know it will.

Mayor Gimbal bangs his gavel, but it doesn't quell the yelling from the opposing sides. Sitting at the back of the hall, Dutch Nyberg thirty. Dutch's skin is outdoorsy red. Her hair is a stranger to seer them. Dutch scrapes motor oil from under her fingernails with a biro, wipes the black gunk on the side of her overalls.

Mayor Gimbal bangs his gavel, but it doesn't quell the yelling from the opposing sides. Sitting at the back of the hall, Dutch Nyberg thirty. Dutch's skin is outdoorsy red. Her hair is a stranger to seer them. Dutch scrapes motor oil from under her fingernails with a biro, wipes the black gunk on the side of her overalls.

Who is in the market for a savior?

Who is in the market for a savior?

It ain't about the fight left in you steaks nor ods neither can you say yourself?

It ain't about the fight left in you steaks nor ods neither can you say yourself?

That's the one true question.

That's the one true question.

Our town was dying. We knew it, They knew it. So we came to hear the man's offer, whether we like the taste of surrender or not.

Our town was dying. We knew it, They knew it. So we came to hear the man's offer, whether we like the taste of surrender or not.

Dutch glances around the room, sees the twins Agnes and Amy Butterworth seventy, sharing a flask of soup in a far corner. Behind the twins, a red light in the dark. A small video camera is recording the meeting by the camera scientists times three in lab coats. Behind the scientists rocking the Steve jobs look dark denims, black turtleneck, crisp goatee, lunar glasses. Doctor Kurt Thor thirty. Doctor Thor sees Dutch looking at him, stares back at her.

Dutch glances around the room, sees the twins Agnes and Amy Butterworth seventy, sharing a flask of soup in a far corner. Behind the twins, a red light in the dark. A small video camera is recording the meeting by the camera scientists times three in lab coats. Behind the scientists rocking the Steve jobs look dark denims, black turtleneck, crisp goatee, lunar glasses. Doctor Kurt Thor thirty. Doctor Thor sees Dutch looking at him, stares back at her.

A selfless benefactor would ask for nothing in return, only salvation. Don't work that street. Want any kind of hometown future for your kids? Here's the deal.

A selfless benefactor would ask for nothing in return, only salvation. Don't work that street. Want any kind of hometown future for your kids? Here's the deal.

Eight shit or starve your choice.

Eight shit or starve your choice.

Dutch looks from doctor Thor to Jeb Sando, who just threw his chair at Mayor Gimbal, sending Doctor Sandberg into a fleeing panic. Several citizens restrain Jeb from bum rushing the stage. Pandemonium.

Dutch looks from doctor Thor to Jeb Sando, who just threw his chair at Mayor Gimbal, sending Doctor Sandberg into a fleeing panic. Several citizens restrain Jeb from bum rushing the stage. Pandemonium.

Only what they never understood about us is you can take the country, but you'll never take our pride.

Only what they never understood about us is you can take the country, but you'll never take our pride.

Dutch stands, without any fuss, makes for the exit. Jeb Sando and Mayor Gimbal are now being held apart. Would go Hell's bells if it weren't for the citizens holding them back from each other's throats. Outside the gymnasium. Dutch walks from the gym through the packed parking lot, sees a large tractor clearly driven in from a farm. Dutch climbs into her Ford f super Duty to truck. Logo on the driver's door says Dick Niberg and Sons twenty four to seven Recovery. Doctor Thor steps out from the meeting, observes Dutch as she drives out of the parking A scientist appears over doctor Thor's shoulder. Doctor Thor looks back, nods at the scientist. Exterior Twelfth Main Street night moving, Dutch comes to a stop at a red light. She looks out at the last remaining stores on the strip, Reb's Ammunition, PD's Pawnbroker, Butterworth's Bar, all the other businesses boarded up across the street. The last film advertised on the marquis of the abandoned cinema reads, white Men Can't Jump. As Dutch scans the corpse of Main Street, a sadness creeps into her eyes, but not the bitter kind, the kind that has fully accepted without self pity. Times up, Dutch notices the homeless man out of town, Brown sixty drinking a whiskey cord on a bench next to him. On the seat a small jack russell on a twine lead. Dutchy a half pack of cigarettes on her dash. She wraps the outside of her door. Out of town. Brown looks up. Dutch tosses him the pack. He catches it, nods at Dutch. Dutch nods. Back light goes green. Dutch drives away. Exterior Ford Avenue, twelfth Michigan night. That twilight street in every remote town where the sidewalk gives way to gravel, where the last street light stands. Being flat Michigan, the roads go only in dead straight lines through deep wilderness woods, fine hunting country. A man thirty rides a snow white bicycle down the center of the trafficless road. Alongside him a second bicycle in parallel motion, steered with his left hand. One man, two white bicycles, a very neat trick. The street lights don't quite join up, so the man passes from lamp light into darkness, into light again, back to black. Two quick flashes from the woods, pistol shots. No doubt. Only one bicycle emerges from the darkness, hits the curb, flips over onto the gravel. Front wheel spinning. As the bicycle wheel slows to a stop. Music fades up Joan Blondelle My Forgotten Man smash cut super close on the face of a charred ancient rag doll cable tied to the front grill of a moving truck. In the tow bay of the truck, a trust recently shot deer inside the cab. Dutch Nybird, Dutch, now wearing outdoor hunting attire and a blaze orange singlet Dutchess headlights catch the man lying in the road next to his bike. Dutch stops the truck without having to look. Her hand goes in the glove box. She removes a thirty three, pops the cylinder with her eyes still on the man. She touches the bullet casings, feels that the gun is fully loaded. She snaps the gun, shot, takes the safety off. Dutch turns off the engine, killing the music. Steps out of the cab. Dutch sweeps a flashlight along the road. She spies a small abandoned cabin, all quiet there. Dutch holds the flashlight above her pistol military style as she approaches the man.

Dutch stands, without any fuss, makes for the exit. Jeb Sando and Mayor Gimbal are now being held apart. Would go Hell's bells if it weren't for the citizens holding them back from each other's throats. Outside the gymnasium. Dutch walks from the gym through the packed parking lot, sees a large tractor clearly driven in from a farm. Dutch climbs into her Ford f super Duty to truck. Logo on the driver's door says Dick Niberg and Sons twenty four to seven Recovery. Doctor Thor steps out from the meeting, observes Dutch as she drives out of the parking A scientist appears over doctor Thor's shoulder. Doctor Thor looks back, nods at the scientist. Exterior Twelfth Main Street night moving, Dutch comes to a stop at a red light. She looks out at the last remaining stores on the strip, Reb's Ammunition, PD's Pawnbroker, Butterworth's Bar, all the other businesses boarded up across the street. The last film advertised on the marquis of the abandoned cinema reads, white Men Can't Jump. As Dutch scans the corpse of Main Street, a sadness creeps into her eyes, but not the bitter kind, the kind that has fully accepted without self pity. Times up, Dutch notices the homeless man out of town, Brown sixty drinking a whiskey cord on a bench next to him. On the seat a small jack russell on a twine lead. Dutchy a half pack of cigarettes on her dash. She wraps the outside of her door. Out of town. Brown looks up. Dutch tosses him the pack. He catches it, nods at Dutch. Dutch nods. Back light goes green. Dutch drives away. Exterior Ford Avenue, twelfth Michigan night. That twilight street in every remote town where the sidewalk gives way to gravel, where the last street light stands. Being flat Michigan, the roads go only in dead straight lines through deep wilderness woods, fine hunting country. A man thirty rides a snow white bicycle down the center of the trafficless road. Alongside him a second bicycle in parallel motion, steered with his left hand. One man, two white bicycles, a very neat trick. The street lights don't quite join up, so the man passes from lamp light into darkness, into light again, back to black. Two quick flashes from the woods, pistol shots. No doubt. Only one bicycle emerges from the darkness, hits the curb, flips over onto the gravel. Front wheel spinning. As the bicycle wheel slows to a stop. Music fades up Joan Blondelle My Forgotten Man smash cut super close on the face of a charred ancient rag doll cable tied to the front grill of a moving truck. In the tow bay of the truck, a trust recently shot deer inside the cab. Dutch Nybird, Dutch, now wearing outdoor hunting attire and a blaze orange singlet Dutchess headlights catch the man lying in the road next to his bike. Dutch stops the truck without having to look. Her hand goes in the glove box. She removes a thirty three, pops the cylinder with her eyes still on the man. She touches the bullet casings, feels that the gun is fully loaded. She snaps the gun, shot, takes the safety off. Dutch turns off the engine, killing the music. Steps out of the cab. Dutch sweeps a flashlight along the road. She spies a small abandoned cabin, all quiet there. Dutch holds the flashlight above her pistol military style as she approaches the man.

Six weeks after the town hall, a man was shot in the back.

Six weeks after the town hall, a man was shot in the back.

Still ten feet from the man, Dutch sees a rivulet of blood creeping towards her along the asphalt. She clocks the second bicycle down the road. Her head whirs. She lowers the thirty three.

Still ten feet from the man, Dutch sees a rivulet of blood creeping towards her along the asphalt. She clocks the second bicycle down the road. Her head whirs. She lowers the thirty three.

Doctor Thor, mister Thor, is that you?

Doctor Thor, mister Thor, is that you?

The man's body remains motionless. Dutch walks forward, kneels down, presses two fingers against the man's neck, holds for a moment, takes her hand back. Deceased, no doubt. A dog barks aggressively close to the edge of the road. Dutch swings her flashlight pistol towards the.

The man's body remains motionless. Dutch walks forward, kneels down, presses two fingers against the man's neck, holds for a moment, takes her hand back. Deceased, no doubt. A dog barks aggressively close to the edge of the road. Dutch swings her flashlight pistol towards the.

Barking Jesus Fucking.

Barking Jesus Fucking.

Christ standing in the woods, all wearing blaze orange vests. Mort Nyberg twenty eight, Rafe Nyberg thirty five and J. P. Nyberg forty, mort holding the leash on an Alsatian whose lanyard reads police Canine. Nonetheless, these men are clearly not police.

Christ standing in the woods, all wearing blaze orange vests. Mort Nyberg twenty eight, Rafe Nyberg thirty five and J. P. Nyberg forty, mort holding the leash on an Alsatian whose lanyard reads police Canine. Nonetheless, these men are clearly not police.

The night I found the body, I had to ask, Lord, what rightly were you thinking when you burdened my days with three eightiot brothers?

The night I found the body, I had to ask, Lord, what rightly were you thinking when you burdened my days with three eightiot brothers?

Exterior Edison Lake, Shoreline, Michigan day snow bound woodland, sound of the wind shushing the raw branches against one another and a distant woodpecker. A hunting dog trots through the woods, sniffing and snorting at the snow drifts. He stops abruptly by the gnarled roots of a fallen red oak, claws at the earth.

Exterior Edison Lake, Shoreline, Michigan day snow bound woodland, sound of the wind shushing the raw branches against one another and a distant woodpecker. A hunting dog trots through the woods, sniffing and snorting at the snow drifts. He stops abruptly by the gnarled roots of a fallen red oak, claws at the earth.

Like everyone who grew up out of town, we kept hunting dogs for hunting. One was this beagle cross, Rascal, brave in the deep brush, honest jaw, good hunting dog.

Like everyone who grew up out of town, we kept hunting dogs for hunting. One was this beagle cross, Rascal, brave in the deep brush, honest jaw, good hunting dog.

Now my kid brother mort Well.

Now my kid brother mort Well.

He felt something fierce for Rascal, like he felt it was them two against the entire world for real.

He felt something fierce for Rascal, like he felt it was them two against the entire world for real.

Exterior Nyberg Family Home, rural Michigan, evening, A dilapidated two story colonial style house on the corner of a T junction. Right on the road. A rusting fuel pump stands next to the porch. A bygone paint faded sign says Nyberg General Supplies, established nineteen oh one. Rascal walks towards the Nyburg home.

Exterior Nyberg Family Home, rural Michigan, evening, A dilapidated two story colonial style house on the corner of a T junction. Right on the road. A rusting fuel pump stands next to the porch. A bygone paint faded sign says Nyberg General Supplies, established nineteen oh one. Rascal walks towards the Nyburg home.

More beg Daddy for Rascal to be allowed to sleep up in his bedroom. The answer, of course, was no, Some rules are not for breaking. Hunting dogs sleep outside.

More beg Daddy for Rascal to be allowed to sleep up in his bedroom. The answer, of course, was no, Some rules are not for breaking. Hunting dogs sleep outside.

Reveal Rascal has a three timber rattler in his mouth.

Reveal Rascal has a three timber rattler in his mouth.

Rascal used to bring home all manner nature. He killed in the deep woods. We catch that dead stink, then get to searching. Find a baby raccoon jammed in under the boot rack, or a jack rabbit. Muldron and the call shoot our neighbor Abe Guttramsen had a runt terrier, Sally ugh yappy little bitch.

Rascal used to bring home all manner nature. He killed in the deep woods. We catch that dead stink, then get to searching. Find a baby raccoon jammed in under the boot rack, or a jack rabbit. Muldron and the call shoot our neighbor Abe Guttramsen had a runt terrier, Sally ugh yappy little bitch.

Interior Mort's bedroom Day. Dutch, Nyberg ten and Mort Nyberg eight look at the decapitated body of a small terrier on the floor.

Interior Mort's bedroom Day. Dutch, Nyberg ten and Mort Nyberg eight look at the decapitated body of a small terrier on the floor.

Rascal dumped her headless torso under Mort's bed one fall.

Rascal dumped her headless torso under Mort's bed one fall.

Mort looks at Dutch, who, even at age ten, has an air of cool authority. Dutch looks at her pale, distraught brother, then at Rascal, who whinds guiltily. Exterior Woods by Edison Lake Night. Dutch digging a grave by lamplight, checks no one is about. Gently places the terrier into the hole in the earth.

Mort looks at Dutch, who, even at age ten, has an air of cool authority. Dutch looks at her pale, distraught brother, then at Rascal, who whinds guiltily. Exterior Woods by Edison Lake Night. Dutch digging a grave by lamplight, checks no one is about. Gently places the terrier into the hole in the earth.

I buried her out in the woods so no harm would come to Rascal if the truth come out. Grow up poor, you grow up respect and bad luck. Best keep a secret and spin the wheel.

I buried her out in the woods so no harm would come to Rascal if the truth come out. Grow up poor, you grow up respect and bad luck. Best keep a secret and spin the wheel.

Interior Nyberg family Home Kitchen. Evening. Rascal hops through the dog flap and walks past Mama Nyberg forty, who's too busy gutting fish to notice him. Dutch living room, Dutch, I'm a threadbare sofa clutching a raggedy doll, watching the log commercial from Ren and Stimpy Dodge. Dutch hears her mother's shout jumps at once off the couch in the hallway. Rascal trots up the stairs just as Dutch emerges from the living room, heading for the kitchen. Dutch's eyes are on the cloth doll hung over her arm, so she doesn't see the rattlesnake in Rascal's mouth. On the upstairs landing. Rascal plays with the snake on the floor, shakes it about, spits it out, raouls some picks it up.

Interior Nyberg family Home Kitchen. Evening. Rascal hops through the dog flap and walks past Mama Nyberg forty, who's too busy gutting fish to notice him. Dutch living room, Dutch, I'm a threadbare sofa clutching a raggedy doll, watching the log commercial from Ren and Stimpy Dodge. Dutch hears her mother's shout jumps at once off the couch in the hallway. Rascal trots up the stairs just as Dutch emerges from the living room, heading for the kitchen. Dutch's eyes are on the cloth doll hung over her arm, so she doesn't see the rattlesnake in Rascal's mouth. On the upstairs landing. Rascal plays with the snake on the floor, shakes it about, spits it out, raouls some picks it up.

Again, only this one time Rascal brought home something that wasn't dead.

Again, only this one time Rascal brought home something that wasn't dead.

Despite Rascal's aggression, the rattler doesn't respond. Downstairs, in the kitchen, Dutch standing still looking at her mother's back Dash Mama and Iberg turns sees Dutch standing silently behind her light the range. Dutch fills a large cast iron range with kindling on the upstairs landing. Now bored with the game, Rascal leaves the rattler bee nudges open the door to Mort's bedroom, goes inside.

Despite Rascal's aggression, the rattler doesn't respond. Downstairs, in the kitchen, Dutch standing still looking at her mother's back Dash Mama and Iberg turns sees Dutch standing silently behind her light the range. Dutch fills a large cast iron range with kindling on the upstairs landing. Now bored with the game, Rascal leaves the rattler bee nudges open the door to Mort's bedroom, goes inside.

A timber rattler three footer.

A timber rattler three footer.

From inside the bedroom, we hear a child's loving voice. Kitchen Dutch lights the range, closes the cast iron door on the upstairs landing close on the rattlesnake's dead black eye.

From inside the bedroom, we hear a child's loving voice. Kitchen Dutch lights the range, closes the cast iron door on the upstairs landing close on the rattlesnake's dead black eye.

It was winter. Rascal didn't know this rattler was broommating, kind of like hibernation, but for reptiles.

It was winter. Rascal didn't know this rattler was broommating, kind of like hibernation, but for reptiles.

The rattler's tongue flickers, then after a moment, it flips its body over slides into Mort's bedroom. In the kitchen, Mama and Iberg dumps the fish, cuts into a bucket, takes a long drag from the cigarette perched on her lip. Looks at Dutch, how old are you child? Dutch looks at the doll in her arms, knows where this is going, glances up at her mother.

The rattler's tongue flickers, then after a moment, it flips its body over slides into Mort's bedroom. In the kitchen, Mama and Iberg dumps the fish, cuts into a bucket, takes a long drag from the cigarette perched on her lip. Looks at Dutch, how old are you child? Dutch looks at the doll in her arms, knows where this is going, glances up at her mother.

Tan Mama, Chen.

Tan Mama, Chen.

Mama and Iberg grabs the doll with a blood soaked hand, but Dutch doesn't let go.

Mama and Iberg grabs the doll with a blood soaked hand, but Dutch doesn't let go.

Mama, no, please.

Mama, no, please.

Mama, and I wrenches the doll from Dutch's hands. When I want something, you give it to me.

Mama, and I wrenches the doll from Dutch's hands. When I want something, you give it to me.

Right away, but I need to look after her.

Right away, but I need to look after her.

Oh do you now?

Oh do you now?

Yes?

Yes?

Well?

Well?

Mia, can't move her legs at all. But she was a little girl. She had polio. It ain't her fault.

Mia, can't move her legs at all. But she was a little girl. She had polio. It ain't her fault.

Mama and Iburg looks at the blood stained doll in her hand, slaps Dutch across the face with it, opens the range and tosses the doll into the flames, slams the door closed. Better this way, then, huh tears well in Dutch's eyes. She's about to speak when a horrific scream pierces the air. Mama and Iberg rushes for the stairs. Dutch watches her mother dash out of the kitchen, but her eyes turn at once to the closed stove door. More screaming from upstairs, Rascal barking. Dutch looks again towards the stairs, but her eyes are torn back to the range back yard. Dutch bursts out the back door and throws herself headlong into the snow. More screaming from the upstairs bedroom.

Mama and Iburg looks at the blood stained doll in her hand, slaps Dutch across the face with it, opens the range and tosses the doll into the flames, slams the door closed. Better this way, then, huh tears well in Dutch's eyes. She's about to speak when a horrific scream pierces the air. Mama and Iberg rushes for the stairs. Dutch watches her mother dash out of the kitchen, but her eyes turn at once to the closed stove door. More screaming from upstairs, Rascal barking. Dutch looks again towards the stairs, but her eyes are torn back to the range back yard. Dutch bursts out the back door and throws herself headlong into the snow. More screaming from the upstairs bedroom.

Mort was eight years old, skinny little thing.

Mort was eight years old, skinny little thing.

Reveal Dutch has pulled her doll from the range. She's using the snow to put the flames out. Mort screaming from inside the house, Rascal barking, boy, I'm putting my Dutch looks up to Mort's bedroom, then at her blood stained, smoking doll in the snow here.

Reveal Dutch has pulled her doll from the range. She's using the snow to put the flames out. Mort screaming from inside the house, Rascal barking, boy, I'm putting my Dutch looks up to Mort's bedroom, then at her blood stained, smoking doll in the snow here.

Hae you there you are.

Hae you there you are.

Pistol shots from inside the house. Crack, crack, crack. Dutch jumps to her feet at the sounds of gunfire, stares at Mort's bedroom window.

Pistol shots from inside the house. Crack, crack, crack. Dutch jumps to her feet at the sounds of gunfire, stares at Mort's bedroom window.

Got you, devil, got you good.

Got you, devil, got you good.

Rascal barking, crack, Rascal winds crack, No more barking, only Mort screaming. Dutch looks at the back door, then at her doll in the snow, then at the red raw burns on her hands.

Rascal barking, crack, Rascal winds crack, No more barking, only Mort screaming. Dutch looks at the back door, then at her doll in the snow, then at the red raw burns on her hands.

Mort fell into a venom coma for three days. When he woke up, he weren't the same short version my little brother More was from that day forward snake bite.

Mort fell into a venom coma for three days. When he woke up, he weren't the same short version my little brother More was from that day forward snake bite.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Dutch picks up her doll runs for the woods.

Dutch picks up her doll runs for the woods.

As for my two older brothers, JP and Rafe, I'll get to their particulars presently.

As for my two older brothers, JP and Rafe, I'll get to their particulars presently.

Exterior intersection, Sacramento, CCTV footage day. Mothers with strollers exit the crosswalk. A jugger runs toward the intersection.

Exterior intersection, Sacramento, CCTV footage day. Mothers with strollers exit the crosswalk. A jugger runs toward the intersection.

Her name was Dahlia Regina, a lawyer from London, England.

Her name was Dahlia Regina, a lawyer from London, England.

Dahlia looks to her right, crosses onto the intersection.

Dahlia looks to her right, crosses onto the intersection.

Smash.

Smash.

Dahlia has been run over by a snow white driverless vehicle.

Dahlia has been run over by a snow white driverless vehicle.

Turns out, English lawyer ladies are about the most expensive roadkill there is. Had it been undocumented or a homeless no baby, no.

Turns out, English lawyer ladies are about the most expensive roadkill there is. Had it been undocumented or a homeless no baby, no.

Doubt, scientists times ten jump out of the support vehicles.

Doubt, scientists times ten jump out of the support vehicles.

Thor program wouldn't come to twelve. But she was a lawyer from.

Thor program wouldn't come to twelve. But she was a lawyer from.

London, England who look the wrong way on account of the British drive in the wrong side of the road and on such twists.

London, England who look the wrong way on account of the British drive in the wrong side of the road and on such twists.

Exterior Rural Road number one, Michigan, moving close on the spinning gyro on the roof of a car, the unmistakable telltale sign of a driverless automobile reveal a convoy of eight support vehicles zipping along the road behind the snow white driverless automobile. The convoy passes a road sign welcome to twelfth Michigan, population three hundred twenty two plus U. Exterior Rural Road number two, Michigan, moving super close on Dutches's charred childhood doll, now cable tied to the grill of Dutch's tow truck. Inside the cab, Dutch sees the convoy thundering down the road towards her, then watches in her wing mirror as they speed away into the distance exterior abandoned AMC car plant day moving, Dutch drives past the vast wasteland that is the shuttered AMC plant. A shabby poster hoarding introduces the nineteen eighty eight AMC Eagle for the Tough American. Inside the perimeter fence, Dutch sees an army of technicians moving between half a dozen snow white shipping containers. The thor Industry's Phoenix logo on a massive flag over the site, same logo all over the NASA esque technical center by the entrance gate to the shuttered plant. Armed guards now stand watch, also walking the perimeter with guard dogs. Dutch drives past the twins Agnes and Amy Butterworth, sitting on camping stools by the side of the road next to a steam spewing Chevy station wagon. Dutch pulls over, smash cut Dutch working in the guts of the Butterworth's engine oiled up to her elbows, Amy and Agnes drinking soup from a flask. Ain't JP older than you? Yeah, but you got your daddy's truck when he passed?

Exterior Rural Road number one, Michigan, moving close on the spinning gyro on the roof of a car, the unmistakable telltale sign of a driverless automobile reveal a convoy of eight support vehicles zipping along the road behind the snow white driverless automobile. The convoy passes a road sign welcome to twelfth Michigan, population three hundred twenty two plus U. Exterior Rural Road number two, Michigan, moving super close on Dutches's charred childhood doll, now cable tied to the grill of Dutch's tow truck. Inside the cab, Dutch sees the convoy thundering down the road towards her, then watches in her wing mirror as they speed away into the distance exterior abandoned AMC car plant day moving, Dutch drives past the vast wasteland that is the shuttered AMC plant. A shabby poster hoarding introduces the nineteen eighty eight AMC Eagle for the Tough American. Inside the perimeter fence, Dutch sees an army of technicians moving between half a dozen snow white shipping containers. The thor Industry's Phoenix logo on a massive flag over the site, same logo all over the NASA esque technical center by the entrance gate to the shuttered plant. Armed guards now stand watch, also walking the perimeter with guard dogs. Dutch drives past the twins Agnes and Amy Butterworth, sitting on camping stools by the side of the road next to a steam spewing Chevy station wagon. Dutch pulls over, smash cut Dutch working in the guts of the Butterworth's engine oiled up to her elbows, Amy and Agnes drinking soup from a flask. Ain't JP older than you? Yeah, but you got your daddy's truck when he passed?

Not JP, huh huh?

Not JP, huh huh?

How's that?

How's that?

Fought him for it.

Fought him for it.

Dutch triggers the ignition from inside the engine. The motor catches black smoke coughs from the exhaust. Engine dies At that exact moment, the convoy drives past again, right through the plume of dark, oily smoke. The entire convoy turns into the AMC factory. Dutch watches as a swarm of engineers approached the driverless auto as it comes to a halt in the center of the tech area. Everybody stands aside as doctor Kurt Thor approaches the scene, showing the news that black kid shot by the police in Flint at the weekend. Weren't a black kid, turned out, it was a white boy made up like he was black, on his way to a frank party. So they're saying he's gonna have to take more care in the future, certainly. Dutch stares pointedly at Amy.

Dutch triggers the ignition from inside the engine. The motor catches black smoke coughs from the exhaust. Engine dies At that exact moment, the convoy drives past again, right through the plume of dark, oily smoke. The entire convoy turns into the AMC factory. Dutch watches as a swarm of engineers approached the driverless auto as it comes to a halt in the center of the tech area. Everybody stands aside as doctor Kurt Thor approaches the scene, showing the news that black kid shot by the police in Flint at the weekend. Weren't a black kid, turned out, it was a white boy made up like he was black, on his way to a frank party. So they're saying he's gonna have to take more care in the future, certainly. Dutch stares pointedly at Amy.

What if you're asking, what, Agnes Butterworth you know what?

What if you're asking, what, Agnes Butterworth you know what?

Dutch looks away from the sisters, tries the engine again. No catch this time, just the ignition turning. What kind of fight was it between you and JP? Was it guns or knives or or what slash cut exterior? Nyberg family home night by the front porch, Dutch and JP Nyberg forty in a brutal, bloody fight. The weapon of choice ice hockey sticks. JP is taller and broader than Dutch, and he easily smashes Dutch to the ground, her stick flying from her hands, JP lifts his hockey stick over his head.

Dutch looks away from the sisters, tries the engine again. No catch this time, just the ignition turning. What kind of fight was it between you and JP? Was it guns or knives or or what slash cut exterior? Nyberg family home night by the front porch, Dutch and JP Nyberg forty in a brutal, bloody fight. The weapon of choice ice hockey sticks. JP is taller and broader than Dutch, and he easily smashes Dutch to the ground, her stick flying from her hands, JP lifts his hockey stick over his head.

Freeze frame eightie Brother number two JP. JP didn't need no snake bite to get stupid. JP was eighty eight born

Freeze frame eightie Brother number two JP. JP didn't need no snake bite to get stupid. JP was eighty eight born