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Summary - First Cow is a movie starring John Magaro, Orion Lee, and Rene Auberjonois. An skilled cook has traveled west and joined a group of fur trappers in Oregon, though he only finds true connection with a Chinese immigrant also seeking country - USA Writed by - Jonathan Raymond Directed by - Kelly Reichardt John Magaro Genres - Drama. 1:50 the shot when she was hugging her grandmother. What would i give to hug my grandmother again. She was the greatest. Value your grandparents folks. 2020 Directed by Kelly Reichardt Written by Kelly Reichardt and Jon Raymond Starring John Magaro, Orion Lee, Toby Jones, and Ewen Bremner Synopsis Kelly Reichardt once again trains her perceptive and patient eye on the Pacific Northwest, this time evoking an authentically hardscrabble early nineteenth century way of life. A taciturn loner and skilled cook (John Magaro) has traveled west and joined a group of fur trappers in Oregon Territory, though he only finds true connection with a Chinese immigrant (Orion Lee) also seeking his fortune; soon the two collaborate on a successful business, although its longevity is reliant upon the clandestine participation of a nearby wealthy landowner’s prized milking cow. From this simple premise Reichardt constructs an interrogation of foundational Americana that recalls her earlier triumph Old Joy in its sensitive depiction of male friendship, yet is driven by a mounting suspense all its own. Reichardt again shows her distinct talent for depicting the peculiar rhythms of daily living and ability to capture the immense, unsettling quietude of rural America.

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The house on Miller Street was gorgeous. It really was a steal. The houses in the area were old, but beautiful. Our new home was no exception either. It had a rustic feel, a massive backyard that was mostly done up with a beautiful garden full of roses and two decks. One right out the back door and the second one further out in the yard, down towards where the woods began. The house had a finished basement, four bedrooms and an open concept. The kitchen had white granite countertops and we’d bought all new appliances to go with it. The hardwood floors were beautiful and flawless although we’d probably need carpet if they were going to stay that way. We had two boys and an anxious daschund and I knew that none of them would care much for the floors. The decor was a bit tacky. Some rooms had this faded rose wallpaper and others were painted a faded pink. The old appliances were very dated. They were mementos from the previous owner that we could fix. I remember the day that we moved into that house. My wife Lauren and I had seen it before but to the kids it was all new and they needed to explore every nook and cranny! “Hey, hey, hey! Gentle on the floors! ” I heard Lauren calling after them. She looked back at me, smiling nervously. I just smiled back at her. Even behind her nerves, I knew she was happy to be at our new home. I was glad to see she was warming up to it. She’d been on board with it until I’d told her why the price was so low. “Look Honey, the previous owner passed away in hospice. Not at the house, ” I’d said. “Well why is the price so low if he didn’t die in there? ” She’d asked. “Well, from my understanding. People seem to think he did. He was in his nineties, honey. If you make it to your nineties you’ve lived a full life. ” She’d folded her arms and furrowed her brow. “As long as he didn’t die in the house, I guess… Look, why don’t we talk to the realtor a bit more, maybe see if we can’t read up on things a bit more first. Okay? ” I’d agreed to her terms and let her do as much research as she wanted to. She’d turned up nothing. Morton Cooper had been an elderly WWII veteran who’d worked in construction until his retirement. As far as we could tell he had lived alone after his wife had died. He’d died in hospice of old age and by all accounts he was an unassuming but polite old man. With nothing to hold against the house, Lauren hadn’t been able to stop me from buying it and I was glad to see she didn’t regret it! “Dad! Look at the backyard! ” I heard my oldest son call. I just tipped Lauren a knowing smile before heading out back to join my sons. My oldest, James was only 6 but he was a good kid with bright eyes and a gap toothed smile. My youngest, Evan was only 4 but he was growing up so fast! He stared out at the backyard in wonder. I saw his eyes darting from the green grass, to the flower gardens to the little fountain that the late Mr. Cooper had put in. “Can we see it Dad? Please? ” “Absolutely you can, kiddo! ” I replied. “Hey, you wanna go and get Buck out of the crate? I’m sure he’d love to get some fresh air! ” “Yeah! ” James’ eyes lit right up at the thought of letting the dog out. “Come on Evan! ” He took off with his little brother chasing after him. In just a few moments I heard the skittering of nails on the hardwood floor and I opened the door as Buck the Dachshund and my two sons tore through it. I caught Buck immediately rolling in the grass and couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked. Evan trudged through the flowers, taking a quiet pleasure in crushing them before he made his way towards the fountain. James went straight to the treeline to investigate. “Hey buddy, stay where I can see you! ” I called to James as I went to stop Evan from drinking the fountain water. “Sorry buddy. Not for drinking. That’s dirty, ” I explained. Evan looked at me as if I’d just told him that chocolate was illegal. I could already see him deciding whether or not this warranted a temper tantrum. I looked up to see James standing at the edge of the trees and picked up Evan before he’d made up his mind about that tantrum. I didn’t want to turn my back on him while the temptation of the garden fountain was still within his grasp. James was just staring off into the trees as I approached him. I stepped over the second deck and my foot nudged something. I looked down to see a styrofoam tray on the deck. It was the kind that they pack meat in at the grocery store. Shame about the senseless litter. I picked it up then looked up at James. It took a moment before he looked back at me. “What’cha looking at kiddo? ” I asked. “I thought I saw someone in the woods, ” He replied. “I don’t see them anymore though. I guess they left? ” “Hikers, maybe, ” I said. “Could be a trail out behind those trees. Might not hurt to take a look later. ” “Yeah! That’d be cool! ” James looked like he wanted to go investigate right that instant but I think he realized that I wasn’t up for that. Not at the moment at least. “Let’s head back inside, kiddo. Help Mom with the unpacking. ” “Yes Dad! ” James took off immediately and I kept hold of Evan who squirmed a bit. He didn’t want to be carried anymore but he also didn’t want to be dropped. I made it a few steps back towards the house before I caught myself looking back at the treeline too. I didn’t see anything in there. Nothing out of the ordinary at least aside from a bit of litter. Maybe it could’ve been a hiking trail. I suppose that would have explained the litter. I looked at the styrofoam tray in my hand and hoped that this wasn’t going to be a regular occurrence. Moving everything out of the truck took most of the day and it was mostly the movers, myself and Lauren who were doing the work. We worked until mid evening putting the beds back together and making them fit to sleep on before we all conked out. Lauren was asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. I kissed her on the forehead but she was too out to notice. She was beautiful, even if she was exhausted. Her messy ginger hair sprawled out around her and the look on her face was so peaceful. You could definitely see the Italian in her and she’d passed it on to our children. James and Evan both had her aquiline nose. Just looking at them reminded me of her and how much I adored everything about her. I was pretty drained too and left her to rest as I changed into my pajamas when I heard a familiar scratch at my bedroom door. That would be Buck, wanting my attention. I supposed it was a good thing that the move hadn’t altered Bucks evening schedule. It was 9. The kids were in bed. That meant it was time to pee. I opened my bedroom door and was greeted by the tappy paws of a happy Buck as he spun in an eager circle so I could lead him to the promised land. “Same bat time, same bat channel, huh buddy? ” I asked playfully. Buck didn’t reply as he was an adorable dog and thus (unfortunately) not capable of human speech. Still, he eagerly followed me to the back door. The sun was setting. The pinkish sky was slipping away into nighttime and there was a whole yard full of places he’d never peed on before. A world of endless new places on which to freely piss and shit without regard for the norms of society. I opened the door and watched as Buck darted out into the yard. I could hear his tag jingling and with the dog and his bladder unleashed upon Morton Coopers roses, I retired to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. The house was so peaceful, and yet it had lost none of its charm. I imagined the life my family and I would live in there. I imagined watching James and Evan grow. This would be a good place for that. I imagined my life with Lauren… God I loved her. You never really understand how much you can love somebody until you actually fall in love. Then BAM. It hits you and every little thing they do delights you. It’s strange yet intoxicating in the best way possible. I felt sleepy and got lost way too quickly in my own daydreams. I might have almost dozed off in the kitchen. I figured that Buck would bark for my attention when he wanted to come in so I wasn’t worried. I’m not sure how long I stood there for, but Buck never barked. It was a while before I noticed and at that point I set down my mostly empty glass of water and went to investigate. I figured that maybe he was busy sniffing around or something like that. Everything was still fairly new to him. Peeking through the window into the backyard, I expected to see him. I saw nothing. I opened the door and stepped outside, figuring that maybe Buck was just behind something. Everything was good, right? “Buck? ” I called. Nothing in response. No jingle of his tags as he ran towards me. No bark in response. Nothing. “BUCK!? ” Still nothing. This wasn’t like Buck. Buck was a good dog! He was a smart dog! He always came when he was called, he was great with the kids, we’d trained him really well! He knew better than this! “Buck?! ” There was a slight panic starting to take hold in me. My bare feet touched the damp grass as I stepped out into the garden. There was no sound other than the gently running water. Something wasn’t right. Oh no, on the contrary something was very, very wrong and it didn’t sit well with me. I shifted uneasily, looking around and listening for the telltale sound of Buck running to me. There was nothing. No sound. Nothing at all. Slowly, I made my way out towards the treeline. I listened just in case that dog came running. He didn’t. I stared into the trees ahead of me, looking through the dark for some sign of Buck. I could hear movement. A low rustling amongst the brush but I saw nothing. “Buck! ” I called again. “BUCK!? ” The rustling stopped. For just a moment, I thought I saw movement. Something in the darkness turned and I could’ve sworn I saw two shining pinpricks of light in the darkness. Bucks eyes? No… No, these were too high. They had to be halfway up a tree! The sound of rustling resumed, faster this time. More hurried. Then once again there was nothing. I didn’t find Buck that night. “Maybe he ran off into the woods, ” Lauren said to me. I stood near the back door, watching as Evan and James wandered the house looking for Buck. I told them I’d already looked outside. Evan had wanted to look again but I told him I’d searched everywhere. “No… Buck was a good dog. That’s not like him. There was something out there, ” I replied. “I heard it moving around… I think… I think it was climbing one of the trees. ” “Are you sure? ” Lauren asked. “No. But Buck wouldn’t just run away. Maybe there’s something out there. I dunno. A bear or something. ” Lauren frowned. “A bear? ” She repeated. “Out here? ” Her arms folded. “Dennis, don’t you think you’re being a bit unreasonable? ” “I don’t know. I just know that something got him, ” I replied. I watched as Evan tried to look under one of the couches and called for Buck as he did. James was upstairs, calling for the dog. Lauren just sighed. “I’ll call the SPCA and see if maybe they picked him up, or maybe if they know what kind of wildlife lives in the area. Just keep the kids out of the backyard, alright? ” I nodded and watched as Lauren took off to make that call. Her cell phone was already in her hand. I was already thinking about how to break the news to the kids that Buck probably wasn’t coming home. Jesus… What a way to start our new life in our new house. I looked out into the backyard, thinking that maybe I’d need to find the time to build a fence or something. Whatever it took to keep the kids out of the forest and to keep the forest away from my kids. The forest sat there, lovely and silent yet in its own way foreboding. I studied the spaces in between the trees, looking for any sign of something alive out there but I saw nothing save for the darkness between the trees. Evan burst into tears when we told him. “He’s outside! ” He said through his wails. “Buck is outside! He’s outside! ” I could see James starting to cry as well but he didn’t raise quite as much of a fuss. “Look outside…” Evan sobbed. “I wanna look outside. ” “I already looked outside, kiddo, ” I replied. “He’s not there and if there was an animal that grabbed him, I don’t want you to go near it! You might get hurt. ” “I wanna save Buck! ” Evan had entered full tantrum mode and nothing would stop him now. All I could do was watch as Lauren hugged him. He cried and screamed but he knew we wouldn’t let him outside. James just looked on, wiping at his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks. He didn’t have a tantrum like Evan did but his misery was clear. I moved to sit beside him. “We’ll get a new dog, ” I promised him. “It won’t be Buck, but it’ll be another dog. I’ll build a fence by the forest too, so that nothing can get in or out. Sound good buddy? ” “O-Okay…” James murmured. He wiped at his tears before nuzzling his head into my arm so he could cry. I knew he wanted to melt down just as bad as Evan had. Hell, I wanted to cry over Buck myself. Buck had been a damn good dog. He didn’t deserve to disappear like that. Despite the somber mood that hung over the day, we still worked on unpacking. Lauren and I only had a few days off to get settled in and I wanted our house to look somewhat presentable by the time the kids started at their new school. Lauren didn’t talk much but I could feel the frustration oozing off of her. I knew she wasn’t angry at me, she was angry at the situation. Still, I figured it was best not to poke at her. Her phone call had confirmed that there was the occasional bear in the area, as well as a few coyotes. It hadn’t exactly been reassuring news but at least we had an answer for what had caught Buck. She went to bed before I did that evening. I had a beer and sat in our newly put together living room to watch an old Bond movie. I thought it might help me take my mind off of Buck but instead I found myself just looking out towards the forest at every chance I got. It remained as dark and empty as ever before. Even when I imagined two shiny eyes in the darkness I couldn’t see them. The ones I had seen the other night had been vibrant and surreal. They would have been impossible to miss or to mistake as anything else. There was something out there… I didn’t know what. But it was there. I dozed off on the couch, drifting away into a dreamless slumber. I only vaguely remember hearing a voice as I drifted off and for just a moment I could’ve sworn it was screaming. “Dennis! ” I awoke to Lauren shaking me awake. Her eyes were wide and frantic. “Dennis! Wake up! ” “W-what’s happening? What’s up? ” My words were slurred. I was only half awake and I sat up. Lauren spoke but I didn’t quite register her words at first. “Evan’s missing! ” My heart skipped a beat. The world around me quickly came into focus. My own drowsiness was immediately forgotten and replaced by something else entirely. Panic. “What? Where did he go? When did you see him? ” “I don’t know! I put the boys to bed last night and when I got up, Evan was missing and James didn’t see him leave! ” I stumbled to my feet, swaying drunkenly as I oriented myself. My eyes immediately darted towards the back door. It was closed but not all the way. Lauren hadn’t noticed it yet. I did though. “No…” I murmured. I tore open the back door. I could see soft indentations in the wet grass where little feet had tread. “No! ” I tore off into the backyard with Lauren right behind me. She’d realized the same thing that I had. Evan had gone out, looking for Buck no doubt. The treeline raced towards us before we plunged into it. My feet sank into the mud. I almost tripped over a few branches. I saw little footprints in the dirt. Evan had come this way. “EVAN! ” I screamed. Lauren did the same. “EVAN?! ” We didn’t go far. We were only walking for a good five minutes or so when I felt the ground give way beneath me. I screamed as I slid down a sharp incline. “Dennis! ” I heard Lauren yell as my world tumbled around me. I crashed to a halt at the bottom of a ravine. The mud from a narrow creek splashed up onto my clothes and I felt the sting of fresh cuts and bruises on my skin. I hastily picked myself up and looked around. “Jesus Christ, Dennis! Are you okay? ” I looked up to see Lauren about six feet away, at the top of the ravine. She’d had the good sense to stop before she fell in with me. “I’m fine! ” I called back. “Just be careful if you’re coming down here. ” I looked around, hoping to see some sign of Evan. My rage at the fall was quickly replaced by a dull horror that he had fallen in here as well and been hurt. “Evan! ” I called. The water from the creek sloshed around my bare feet as I trudged through the mud. There was so much trash down here… Discarded food wrappers, plates, old bits of clothes and… I paused as I caught a glimpse of something in the rising sunlight that broke through the canopy above. I made my way over to it. Despite being covered in mud, it still had a familiar gleam to it. It was a black piece of leather with a small metal tag on it. The leather had been snapped off but I could still read the tag. Buck My heart skipped a beat. I held the collar up with wide eyes. “What is it? ” Lauren asked. I looked up at her, eyes wide. It took me a few moments before I could respond. “Bucks collar, ” I finally managed to say and held it up so she could see. I saw her expression darken. She went silent before moving further down the ravine, desperately looking for any sign of our son. I did the same. As I walked along the bottom of the ravine though, I found more and more trash. Most of it looked old, like boxes of burgers or packages of ground meat. I even found a torn dress that was mostly buried in mud. I stared at it for a few moments. The floral pattern on it was almost impossible to make out but it was still there. A styrofoam container cracked under my foot. I looked down to see the water trickling over it and could’ve sworn I saw a picture of a cow on there. I recognized the logo as the one from a local butcher shop. Was old Mr. Cooper just throwing his trash out back here? I would’ve thought an old war vet might be a bit less of a prick to the environment… I paused and looked back at the tattered dress I saw. Come to think of it, why would an old war vet own a rose printed dress? I’d have dismissed it as not his but the late Mr. Cooper seemed to have had a thing for roses. The wallpaper in the house, the garden and now this dress. Hell, even the pink on the walls was a rose color. Why would an old blue collar army vet have such a thing for roses. Why would he own a rose printed dress? What if the dress, the wallpaper and the garden didn’t belong to Mr. Cooper? As far as we’d known, Mr. Cooper had lived alone… after his wife had died. I looked at the tattered rose dress. I looked at the torn dog collar in my hand, then at the styrofoam package I’d stepped on. Looking up the ravine, I could see more of them. Countless more. Most were covered by mud and easy to miss but when you were looking, they weren’t hard to see. I wondered how many more I didn’t see. I remembered the styrofoam tray I’d seen on the rear deck of our backyard. A tray just like the ones I saw scattered around the ravine and my eyes widened as I pieced it together. He was feeding it. Lauren was a bit further ahead of me, along the edge of the ravine and calling for Evan. She wasn’t even looking at me. She had bigger concerns. “Lauren! ” I called. My voice was shaking. I dropped the collar. “Lauren, we need to go! ” “Not until we find Evan! ” She shouted back at me. She turned to look at me. “We need to find him! ” “We’ll call the cops! ” I shouted back. “Come on Honey, we need to get out of here! Please! ” “No! Evan is still out here! ” “Lauren, please! ” I started towards her yet as I did, I saw movement behind her. It clung to a tree. Its fur was a shade that camouflaged it perfectly against the back but I could see its slow, creeping movements. “RUN! ” I shouted but I was too late. Lauren spun around to see it in the instant before it grabbed her. A hairy, humanoid arm snatched her by her arm and dragged her towards the tree. “NO! ” I screamed. I tried to climb up the edge of the ravine but the creature moved faster. It had dragged Lauren most of the way up the tree by the time I made it halfway to the top. I could hear her frantic, horrified screams of terror as she was taken away. There was nothing I could do to save her. In mere seconds she was pulled up a branch and into the canopy. Her screams of terror became screams of pain that reached an agonizing crescendo. Looking up, all I could see was shadows against the leaves. I could only barely see the shape of my Lauren as the creature bit into her. I could hear her screams growing more agonized as she was torn apart. Wet blood dripped down onto my face and I only caught the shape of the creature as it dragged my Lauren higher up, to a more secluded place where it could eat her in peace. I screamed up after her. I tried to climb the tree but to no avail. I struck it, I cried. I swore and cursed with no idea what I’d even do if that thing came down for me. But in the end, when Lauren’s screams had died with her, all I could do was run home. The Police still have not recovered the bodies of my wife or my son. I have locked the doors of my house. I refuse to let James leave for any reason. Last night I saw it standing at the backdoor of the house, no doubt begging for food. I stared at it through the window, only barely able to make out the shape of it in the darkness. It was humanoid and hairy. I could see its shiny eyes in the darkness looking back at me, but I couldn’t tell you anything else about it. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know where it came from. I don’t even know if it can be stopped. What I do know is that Morton Cooper fed it. I will not do the same thing. I have a gun now and I hope it comes back tonight. Because I’m going out there, and I’m going to try to kill it.

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