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Come on. Come on, Biggy.

Bring it back, Biggy. Come on, Biggy.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Wanna play? Wanna play? Go on!

Go on, boy! Go on, there you go!

There you go!

Go on. Wanna play ball? Wanna play ball?

Go on.

Good boy.

Hiya, champ. Hi, Dad.

How you doin'? Oh, I'm okay.

Yeah? Yeah.

All right.

Whoa

Fire it in here.

Attaboy! Sorry, Dad.

Dad

How long do we have to stay here?

Oh, for a while. Really?

Really.

Dad Yeah?

When can we ever go back to Texas?

We can't ever go back to Texas, son.

Come here.

It's gonna be all right, Travis.

Everything's gonna be all right. Okay.

You don't have a football, do you? No. My friend does.

Maybe we'll get you one for Christmas. All right!

Then I can learn how to play football.

Got some place to go, George?

Oh, no. No, Mr Knight.

Why would you say that?

I saw you looking at your watch.

Oh, well, um

It's not running right, that's all. Hm.

Let's go, son.

I'm going to call my attorney. Go ahead.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Line's dead on me!

Honey

Yeah. Where's George gone?

What are you talking about?

Why, he just took the car.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. Is there, Martha?

No, Travis. Nothing's wrong.

Storm cellar? Kitchen.

Kitchen

Travis, help your mother set the table?

What's going on? Come on, Travis.

Relax.

Yeah, right.

We thank you, Father

for what we are about to receive.

'We thank you, Oh, Lord

'for another day spent together as a family'

You have blessed us, oh, Lord, with your gracious

Biggy! Travis!

Stop!

My kid just went out there!

You can't go outside right now. It isn't safe.

Fred's outside. He'll look after Travis.

I have to insist you stay in this room.

Please, sit down, sir.

Biggy!

Please, ma'am, move away from the window.

Got a light?

Travis! Knight!

Oh, no!

Please

Please

Please

Where's your phone, ma'am?

On the wall

It's done.

Yeah, done.

Almost

Dad?

Mom?

How far we gotta go? The rest of the way.

You really answered my question Good. Then shut up.

Hey, Mr Cohen, I gotta ask you something.

You've asked me something every two minutes, since we got in the car.

How come you've being giving me shit from the minute we left Houston?

Because I don't like you.

Fuck

We gotta take a long drive together.

Least you could do is try a little human friendliness.

You gonna shut up now?

Hey, Mr Cohen, did I do the job or what?

You're a stupid, sloppy hothead. You used six cartridges on the woman

and the FBI, when two would've done it, just because you like the sight of blood.

You're a half-ass who's got no business working with me.

You going to shut up now?

What the hell'd you do the job with me for?

Because they put you on with me. I didn't have any choice.

Thirty years I work alone.

Thirty years I always do the job, and then, this week they give me this job

and tell me I gotta put on a second gun.

At my age you don't make a remark.

In this business, they don't retire you to Florida.

They don't give you any social security and you don't get a gold watch.

What you do get, one day, when you're not looking,

is a brief pain in the back of your head

and a quick glimpse of your brains flying out,

before they scrape you up off the sidewalk.

You think they don't think you can hack it anymore, huh?

You want to say that again?

Forget it.

I think our young friend is awake, back there.

You killed Mom and Dad? I'm afraid so.

Are you going to kill me too?

We're taking you back to some people in Houston, who want to talk to you.

Those people in Houston. Are they gonna kill me?

They wanna talk to you.

Are they going to kill me?

Probably, yes.

Well

then I'm not going to let you take me back.

Hey, kid. See my fist here?

If I was to punch you in the nose, I could break the cartilage

and drive it up into your brain. I could kill you just by punching you in the nose.

Settle down. We got a long ways to drive.

Three hundred and fifty-five miles exactly.

I love watching bugs go splat on the windshield.

Must be wild being an insect. You're buzzing along

and all of a sudden this big piece of glass hits you

at a million miles an hour.

Did you just think of that? Yeah.

Just right now? Yes, I did. Just come to me.

You've got shit for brains, Tate.

The police'll catch you.

No, they won't.

You want me to shut him up? Let me just pop him one

That will not be necessary. Just a little concussion.

We're being paid to deliver this kid back in one piece.

That means no marks on him. I won't leave any marks.

Just drive.

You're driving too fast, Mr Tate.

This ain't fast, Mr Cohen. You wanna see fast?

No. I wanna see slow.

Yes, Mr Cohen.

Yeah. Fuck, that felt good, man. Must've been a dog or something.

Hey, that's the third animal you've hit since we left Houston.

I know. I'm on a roll tonight.

I love that sound when they go under the wheels.

It kinda goes boom-boom, ki-ki, crunch

One-ton car's worth of steel-belted radials

hits them and boom! They're flat as a pancake.

Watch the truck. Watch the truck!

Can I have a cigarette?

I want to see what's on the radio. See what's on the radio.

It's all right with you?

It's all right with Sure it's all right with you? I just

I said

Okay. I'm going to turn it on.

It's not going to turn itself on. Here goes.

'Police on the scene of the brutal slayings

'have reported three dead, one wounded

Wounded? 'two unaccounted for.

'Police have not released details, but unconfirmed reports indicate

'the victims were a husband, wife, and their son,

'along with two FBI agents.

'The child is reported missing and is presumed to have been kidnapped.

'The woman was pronounced dead on the scene by medical authorities.

'The man is alive Dad!

Shut up! 'and in a critical condition,

He'll get you! Shut up, boy!

Shut up! 'More on this story as it

Dad! Shut your face up, kid!

Shut up. Slow down.

Slow down, Tate. Don't push the engine like that!

Slow down.

We blew the job. Slow down.

Pull in. Pull in over there.

Shit

How? How, fucking how?

We gotta waste him. Who?

The kid.

Him? Yeah. I'll blow his brains out right here.

What, are you crazy?

He's half the reason we came here.

Mr Cohen, we've got to make a run for it. Can't have no stinkin' kid with us.

I'll just blast him right here and we'll be done with him.

Make a run for it. That's all we

You listen to me, Tate.

We're being paid to do a job.

To take this kid back to Houston.

That means all the way back.

We're gonna finish the job.

Is that understood?

Yes, Mr Cohen.

Give me the keys.

You don't use a seatbelt?

The hell with that.

Hey! Hey!

Fuck!

Get him!

Fuck!

Goddammit! The kid got away. He won't get far.

Hey, mister! Help!

Hey, stop!

Wait!

They shot my mother and father. Who shot your mother and father?

Two men.

One of them is real old.

His name is Cohen.

The other one's a lot younger.

Name is Tate.

Where are they now? I don't know.

I got away from them.

I don't know where they I got away. I All right. I'm going to radio this in.

You sit tight, big guy.

Central? This is car 22.

Over. 'Car 22, go ahead. Over.'

Central, I was out at the truck stop on 94, around Pauls Valley.

I spotted a young boy walking around and picked him up.

He says his parents were the ones that were shot over at Muskogee.

He says his name is Travis Knight. Over.

'That sounds like the boy. Proceed to Turner Falls station house.

'Over now.'

That's them! That's them in the car! That's them in the car! Get out of here!

Are you sure? Yes! Get out of here!

No!

No

No! Watch out! They'll get you!

No! They'll get you!

No! No!

No They'll kill me!

Stay here.

I didn't do anything wrong. Honest I didn't.

I was just getting cat food. I'm sorry, ma'am. I made a mistake.

You can get back in the car and go.

Are you sure? I can go home?

Yeah, I'm sure. Everything's all right?

Everything's fine. Everything's all right?

Oh Ma'am, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Good evening.

Not them.

Them! It's them!

It's them! Get out of here!

Calm down, son.

Let's just get back to the station. It's them! They're in that car!

Come on, son, let's We're almost there.

They'll kill me!

Go on! Get out of here!

Yeah!

Help!

Hang on. Now it's going left again.

Okay, don't worry, don't worry.

Okay. Go to your left.

Oh, God!

I'll bump him down. Hold on. Slow it down, slow it down.

He's coming left again!

All right, all right. Let's bring him over.

Oh, no!

Yeah!

Get his ass.

Come on, little buddy. Just make a move.

Go on. Open your mouth. Say something.

Do anything.

Go on, touch the gun.

You're dead meat, you know that?

Put the gun down, Tate.

Kaboom!

Gun down now!

The trooper used his radio.

Told them he had me.

They're all going to be after you.

I say we kill this kid. We're not.

I mean, he's right. If a cop drives by,

or if anybody see him, they're gonna have a make on us.

I don't seem to be getting through to you, do I?

All right. How about this?

Pull over to the side of the road, and I do it with my bare hands.

I'll give his head a little twist, just a little pop is the only sound.

We'll dump the body and we'll blow the fuck on out of here, huh?

I'm not going to warn you again.

Let's all just try and make it back to Houston in one piece.

Cause the way things are going,

one of us won't.

Yeah, Tate. Keep your mouth shut.

What the hell did you just say?

I said That's enough.

You hear what that sucker just said to me, huh?

Keep your mouth shut. Hey.

You shut your face up, boy! Tate!

Ever wonder where they print this shit they got on matchboxes?

No, I never do.

I'm aware of this shit.

Nothing gets past me. Look at this one

Get that matchbox out of my face!

I was just showing it to you. Don't show it to me.

All right, I'll read it to you. Don't read it to me.

See if I give a shit.

Them is strike anywhere.

I fart go up in flames.

That'd sure surprise 'em, wouldn't it?

Tate

Right.

Drive friendly, the Texas way.

You know the last thing that goes through a bug's mind

when it hits a windshield?

Its ass!

Its ass!

I love that joke. It's so stupid.

Mr Cohen Yeah.

Who are these people you're taking me back to?

Mob people. I don't know them.

No, you probably don't.

Well, then, why do they want to talk to me?

Well, the orders were to

take out your parents and bring you back.

Maybe they think you know something. But but I don't know anything.

Tell them that. Why are you giving him information?

He asked.

Sorry. Sure.

You mind if I catch me some Zs? No

Just a little shut-eye is all I need.

Good.

If there's any fucking shit, just give me a nudge.

Sure.

A nudge

Mr Cohen, is he asleep?

Sounds like it.

Mr Cohen, he's nuts.

Yeah.

Watch your mouth.

What's going on? Nothing.

My dad's alive. He's told the cops about you.

If I were you, I'd just hand me over right now.

That's what you think? That's what I think.

That's what you think? Yeah, that's what I think.

Oh, that's what you think. That's what you friggin' think.

You don't know who you're fooling with, here, do you, boy?

We're friggin' killers. We got real guns. We'll kill ya.

He don't know the fuck who he's dealing with.

He's a small boy. He pisses me off, Goddammit.

I don't even know why I

I don't know what the fuck it is He poses no threat.

but this fucking kid makes me want to waste him so much.

I fucking just wanna blast him, that's all.

Stupid brat!

Is that shotgun loaded?

Fuck, yeah! Keep it out of my face!

Hey, I'm sorry.

I need to pee. We're not stopping.

I have to pee! Hold it in.

I'll pee in the car. You friggin' heard the man! Hold it!

Piss on you.

Turn the radio on, Tate.

'Discount Center, where the prices are always the best.

'And this is Station WPRZ coming at ya,

'with all the hits

'and Jesus spake my name. 'Hallelujah!

'a description of the two

Stop! 'of the two assailants in the slaying,

'earlier, in Muskogee.

'Mr Jeff Knight, the survivor of the attack,

'also gave a complete description of his missing nine-year-old son, Travis.

'Police have circulated this description widely, but have warned the public

'to call the authorities immediately, if they should have any information.

'Both men are highly armed and dangerous.

'Oklahoma Police are nearly certain that they are also responsible

'for the slaying of a state trooper this evening'

Oh, shit. Shit! Goddam!

Goddammit.

This car don't feel too good. It rolls.

I don't think you ought to race the engine like that.

You wanna walk? This car is on its last legs.

The last thing you want is the engine falling out

Shut up. in the middle of nowhere

Damn!

I think you'd better drive faster.

Don't push it, kid

The cops Sounds like they know what you look like

and that you got me in this car with you.

I'd haul ass, if I were you.

Rotten kid.

Five minutes ago, you were telling me not to race the engine.

Now you get to race the engine more than I ever had a fucking chance.

Man, I know cars Listen to me, Tate

engine's gonna fall out You been listening to me?

we'll have to call the Triple A I'm warning you.

I don't know when you got to be such a big car expert.

You gotta know when the engine

Shit, back up.

Shit.

Take care of the kid. Yup.

Get down there, boy. And don't you move!

You stay down there, boy, and shut up.

Nice and cosy. You shut up.

How many you count.

I got four.

All right.

When this guy comes up to the door, I'll have my gun against it.

All right. I got ten shells. Blow the bunch of 'em in half

before they can react. Move out fast, when I call it.

I'll be out the door. And we're outta here.

Here he comes.

Evening, Officer.

Evening.

What's that?

Jesus Gimme that fuckin' flashlight.

Gimme your gun. Throw it in here.

Now, gimme the gun.

I'll take that, too.

Slowly Easy. Easy.

Gimme that thing.

So, you're the guys, huh? We both have jobs to do.

Your job is to look after the public's safety.

Don't worry about mine.

Now, just take it easy.

Shut the fuck up and move the cars.

Righto.

You two are gonna stick with us. You're gonna take us through this.

Now, you just take it real slow, mister. Yeah, real slow.

Here we go.

Come on, boy. Let's hold hands.

That's it. You just hang on there.

Hey!

Almost

Calm your friends down.

Get your ass back!

Okay. Come here, kid.

We'll take their guns, too.

Weapons

It's working, Mr Cohen.

Keys. Both cars. Give me the keys.

You, too. Gimme 'em, come on.

Ow

Are you about ready to leave, mister?

The radios. Rip those microphones out.

Now! Do as he says. Rip them out.

Toss 'em in.

Now cuff yourselves.

Over there.

Over there!

Bye-bye.

Do the honours.

Get down!

Now, we've got to get off 35. Take the back roads.

Next exit's half a mile.

Come on. Come on, come on, let's go.

Bad. This job is bad.

I knew the minute we left Houston, this was gonna be a bad one.

Don't talk like that.

It's gonna get worse.

Don't fuckin' talk like that.

I gotta get rid of this car. They got a make on it.

I'll just sit here and wait for a car to come along.

I'll have a little word with the driver.

What seems to be the trouble?

I got blood on my fucking knuckles.

Here we go. Here

Do you know where the hell we're going? South.

All right, where is it?

Where's what? The map.

Do you think I know where the fuck I am?

Got it right here.

I had it right here somewhere. Did you bring it?

Yeah, I brought it. I got it out of the car, when we switched cars.

It's in there somewhere.

What the hell Where the fuck is it?

I had it here just

Did you put it in the glove compartment? It was right here a second ago.

Look under the seat.

You all right, back there? Uh-huh

Where the fuck did I?

Get the

I can't find this thing

It's not down there.

Hey, kid, you see a map back there, on the seat somewhere?

You look for it!

Jesus Christ!

What a sloppy son of a bitch!

Aw

Just fucking great. Now we don't have a fucking map

All right. We'll ask somebody for directions.

It's easy. Don't panic completely. Don't say that.

Panic? I ain't panicking.

Calm down.

Don't ever say that I'm fucking panicking!

Never say I'm fucking panicking! I don't panic! Don't say that!

Don't ever say that I'm fucking panicking, man!

We'll ask somebody for directions.

Gas station. Farmhouse.

All-night market.

You know? Like that?

Sorry.

It's just that they're looking for us, you know?

I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do.

Jesus, they got descriptions on the radio and I don't know how to deal

What's that you got in your mouth, boy? What is that?

What you got in there, boy?

I ought to fucking rip your lungs out

Nice and easy, fuck.

Shit

What are you doing? It's the kid, he was just

What are you doing? Take it easy, Mr Cohen.

What are you doing?

I'll blow your head off. Relax, Mr Cohen.

What are you doing? Hey, take it easy, Mr Cohen.

You were going to kill the kid, weren't you? You stupid sack of shit.

Let's just take it easy, Mr Cohen. Right the fuck off!

Just pull this trigger and I get a nice quiet drive back to Houston.

Take it easy, Mr Cohen. Things are getting a little out of hand.

Bad. This job is bad.

Hey, Mr Cohen. What do you say we just get us on back to Houston, huh?

It's been a hell of a long tiring day.

Nerves are getting a little short, don't you think?

Yeah

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah.

Right. Yeah!

Get outta here.

Mr Cohen What?

I need to pee.

Mr Cohen

Tate wants to kill you. Shut up. Come on.

Listen to me.

He doesn't think he can make it back with me.

He knows if he kills me, he has to kill you, too.

Kill him, Mr Cohen.

Come on.

Let's go to Houston.

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

With a moo-moo here, and a moo-moo there

Everywhere a moo-moo

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

And on his farm he had some pigs

E-I-E-I-O

With an oink-oink here, and an oink-oink there

Everywhere an oink-oink

Old MacDonald had a farm What are you looking at?

E-I-E-I-O You all right, Mr Cohen?

Yeah, I'm all right. And on his farm he had some pigs

E-I-E-I-O You look real tired.

I'm fine. With an oink-oink here

Everywhere an oink-oink Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

I'd better take the wheel, Mr Cohen. I'm fine.

You look real tired. You're nodding off..

I'm fine!

You know it'd be much easier if you'd just let me take the wheel.

You could sleep.

We could switch seats, you could close your eyes

and go to sleep.

When you wake up, we'd be there.

It would be the simplest thing.

Wake up, Mr Cohen, he's going to shoot you!

You lying-ass little piece of shit! He was going for it!

You thought you could fuck with me? I'll rip this kid's lungs out!

He was going for it. He wants to kill both of us!

This fucking shit-for-brains kid, Goddammit

He was going for it! I'm warning you, Tate

I'm warning you. I'll paint the back seat with your brains.

Pussy!

Fuck you, Goddammit

Goddammit, stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Fuck you

You don't know what it's like, man

You don't know what it's like.

Hey, Tate

You're dead! That's it!

Wait!

He took off, that's what he did. He just took off.

That's what I'll tell 'em.

I don't know where he went.

He just couldn't take the pressure and took off.

Lack of experience. No goddam experience.

Just like I told them.

That's all right.

I just have to dump the body.

'We can handle that.'

We got everything under control.

I'll tell them.

Tell who? Them.

The people you're taking me back to. The people who hired you.

The people who hired him.

Tell 'em what? Tell them you killed him.

Now, listen. I'll kill this guy as soon as blow my nose.

So keep your mouth shut.

Evening. What can I do for you tonight, sir?

Fill her up. Unleaded. Yes, sir.

What you looking at? Nothing.

Nothing? Nothing.

Nothing. I said nothing.

You better not. I know.

Yeah, you know.

I said I know.

Want to know something?

No.

Goddammit!

Stay put.

No!

You see where he went? Uh-uh.

No

All right, kid.

Mr Cohen, why don't you answer me?

Mr Cohen!

Mr Cohen! Why don't you answer me?

Mr Cohen

My hearing aid.

Help me find it.

Look, I can't hear without it.

Goddammit, look for it!

Listen to me, look for it!

Do you hear me?

Help me.

Thanks.

Mr Cohen

Get up, Mr Cohen!

Get up!

Get up, Mr Cohen!

It's Tate, oh, God!

It's Tate, Mr Cohen!

It's Tate!

Get up!

Get up!

'This is Air 8 to all ground units in the downtown Houston vicinity.

'We've spotted the one-eighty-seven suspect

'driving a tan Plymouth Gran Fury.

'He's headed west on I-45, approaching the McKinney Street exit.

'All available units respond immediately.

'This is the Houston Police Department Air Patrol.

'The driver of the tan Gran Fury is ordered to pull over immediately.

'Repeat. The driver of the tan Gran Fury is ordered to pull over immediately.'

It's over. I stopped you.

Stop, please.

You won't use that.

Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?

I'm sure of you.

You're a lousy little shit.

Mm Come on, kid.

Hold on

How old are you, kid?

Nine.

Nine, huh?

How about that?