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- Well Peter, I am continuing to stand at the base

of the Richmond-Sanderfeld Bridge,

just moments from San Francisco Bay's

maximum security San Quentin Prison.

What we have seen so far today have been

local and federal law enforcement officials

launching a massive manhunt towards the apprehension

of escaped federal prisoners Odessa and Kyle James.

United States Marshal Lorna McCoy,

with prison warden Samuel Corothers, just moments ago

in what would have been a rare public address

stated that yes indeed, both brothers

did in fact disappear from the high security wing

of one of the country's most notorious of all death rows.

We know it was sometime before dawn this morning

and that one guard has been confirmed dead on the scene.

Two others were taken to Parkland Memorial Hospital

where they continue to be listed in critical condition.

Peter, Susan, it was the trial that stunned the nation

and now convicted killers Odessa and Kyle James

are out amongst the rain, among us.

- Convicted killers Kyle and Odessa James are out.

Amongst the rain, among us.

- Do you have an eight?

- Daddy needs to go fishing.

Curses.

- I'll get it.

- Jenny, no running in the house.

- I'll go too.

- Dad, you would not believe what a nightmare

it is out there.

The cops have roadblocks on the 101, 580,

even the one that leads into Timeron.

- Hmm.

- The James boys are here.

- So I keep hearing.

- Well you're drenched, honey.

Well, you better go get cleaned up.

- On my way, Daddy dearest.

- I was waiting on my own.

It was dark.

I was scared.

I was tired of being violated.

Tired of my brother being violated.

Then my brother was outside my door.

I joined him in the hallway.

He took me down until we reached our parents' room.

He kicked open the door.

He went in, I went in after him.

He sent the first round into them.

And then we, my brother and I, we both fired.

- Oh, okay.

Movie.

Three syllables.

- I know this one, The Naked Gun.

- Mommy wins, Mommy wins.

- How in the heck is that The Naked Gun?

- Charles, she was clearly portraying

the very gallant Nicole Brown.

It was obvious.

- Jennifer Lynn Ryan, that was absolutely gross.

No I know I've talked to you about this.

Honey, the taking of a human life,

especially one that's a young, innocent, beautiful,

voluptuous, ooh, perfect example of femininity.

Not to mention she's a pillar of the community.

It's a tragedy, it's an American tragedy, plain and simple.

And how my wife of all these years

could've gotten The Naked Gun from that,

well, I'll tell you, it's beyond me, I'm shocked, Rea,

absolutely shocked.

But I win.

- I've gotten myself all worked up, over nothing.

Well, I guess we dwelled on that long enough.

Who wants to go next?

- Jenny, go tell your sister she's gonna

be late for work, please.

So finish the story.

I already told you, Dad turned it off

before the greatest hits.

What pictures did they show?

- Usual, trial proceedings, mug shots,

reaction shots of the verdict.

- What about the sentencing?

- Yeah yeah, they showed 'em laughing

when the judge sentenced death.

- The McKenzie twins had it on satellite

first thing this morning.

One cop said that it was Odessa who killed a guy,

probably was, that's why Mom thinks he's so hot.

He's got that whole OJ thing going for him.

Totally guilty, totally cute.

- I like Kyle.

- Well, I'm sure he'd be hot to trot

knowing miss just turned 12 was interested.

- I did not just turn 12.

- Well continue to pardon me, miss two weeks later.

- Did they really set up road blocks there?

- Yeah.

Can you believe it?

Motherfucking Beatty.

I hate this fucking town.

What are we up to now, about population seven?

- But it's named after the actor.

- Beatty?

Warren Beatty, you mean?

Hardly, baby.

I think it was named after the Greek god of boredom.

- Do you think they'll come here, Jamie?

- Who, Warren Beatty?

- No, the brothers.

- I don't know, honey.

But if those boys know what's best,

they better help themselves south.

- It's cold out there.

- Honey, you're soaked.

- Girls are there, no problem.

Jenny wanted to help her sister

so tonight she's gonna be doing that.

- An assistant babysitter following

in the footsteps of an official babysitter.

Honey, we should have an employee day.

Oh, don't forget to lock that door.

You can never tell in this day and age.

Assuming the James brothers will be

paying us a visit, Charles?

- Better safe than sorry.

- Better safe than sorry.

- God dammit.

- Ms. McCoy.

- What?

- Rupert MacAlister was the lieutenant on duty.

Apparently he worked the closing hours alone.

Caucasian male, 40 years of age, no priors.

Mr. MacAlister was a father of three.

His time card was punched at nine p.m. sharp,

leaving behind a cash box of $480 in credit charges

and $209 in cash coin.

And his '86 Ford Mustang, California license

two Charlie Nevada five niner two,

was discovered abandoned by highway patrol

near check station 12.

- And where was Mr. MacAlister?

- In the trunk.

- Nobody does dishes like you.

- Charles, the power's gonna be out soon.

- I hope.

- Three,

two,

one.

Power's out.

- Oh, for goodness sake, on a night like this.

- It's Jenny, she did say if she was bored.

- She's probably forgotten her key.

- Sooner you get back, sooner she's gonna be

in her bed asleep.

Charles, she's probably soaked to the bone.

- Probably.

- Are you going to get the door?

- Already left.

- Go, get the door.

I'm leaving right now.

- Go!

- Jesus Christ.

- Nope.

- Both of 'em if you want.

What do you need, clothes, money?

I got money, you can have it, it means nothing to me.

You need a hostage?

I'm your man.

Please.

Please, I beg of both of you.

Do not hurt my wife.

- You people always have the same confusion.

To compare bravery and brilliance with a lot of bullshit.

- My wife means the world to me.

Please, just let her go.

- My wife is the world to me, please, just let her go,

how fucking noble.

- There are people here in this town, they'll find you.

They'll find you and arrest you.

- Now why would people be looking for us?

- Why?

Because you're Kyle James.

And that monster there you call your brother.

He is my brother.

- Yes.

The infamous Odessa Lee James.

- You obviously benefit upon knowing who we are.

As for you, I can give a fuck.

But that lingering flower, the one there with the eyes

of an angel and lips of a god.

The one that gives you the apparent strength of nobility.

- My wife.

Rea.

Her name is Rea, Rea Ryan.

- I'd like you to make me a drink, Rea.

Nothing fancy, nothing trivial.

I don't want you to become creative on me, Rea.

So diminish those immediate thoughts of heroism.

If you fuck with the drink, you die last.

If you die last, you are the winner.

It'll be an experience, Rea, to watch

your movements of expression as I calmly and collectively

will gut the Mr. Fuck you nobility man there.

- If you're gonna talk like that,

you can just take it somewhere else.

I won't have that kind of vulgarity in my house,

especially when it's directed towards my wife.

- Fuck you.

Charles.

Is this you?

Well it must be.

Yeah, one Charles Winwood Ryan, you don't mind, do you?

Well, I guess you know you've maxed out your Visa card.

All these penalties and interest.

Apparently you haven't been making your payments, Charles,

and I'd say that puts you in some trouble.

Well, let's see here.

You could always get a loan from a friend

or steal an old lady's handbag, or you might even try

selling assault rifles to right-wing biblical adversaries.

The point is, regardless of what you do,

always pay what you owe, Charles.

You see, I'm a firm believer that credit cards

were the fall for this country.

Buy now, pay later, the American dream

of owning what we can't afford

and spending what god knows we don't make.

You know what it is?

It's an organized crime against the misfortunate many.

A corporate-made suicide for a shattered middle class.

- Why?

Why'd you do it?

Why did you kill your parents?

We've heard all the rumors.

All your endless rambling thoughts.

That ended up emblazoned on the front pages

of the newspapers.

From the trash tabloids to that bullshit autobiography

you used to set up your defense fund.

What was it?

What was it, physical abuse?

Mental abuse?

All those childhood charges of molestation and sodomy?

There truth to any of that?

- Charles, that's the only thing that you can ask me,

the only question that's been asked repeatedly

almost yearly, monthly, weekly, hourly,

and every motherfucking moment in two state trials,

one goddamn state board appeal,

and one jack-me-off interview with that bitch Ricki Lake.

- I wish I could agree with the comradery

of those wishful thinking statements of yours, Charlie.

Looking back now, as a free man in confusion,

those were all indeed desperate last minute solutions.

Thoughts that stormed high towards the pending future

of a never-ending incarceration.

I killed both my mother and father, Charlie.

Their death emerged slow.

It was filled with the absolute agony of despair.

Only the darkness would cloud.

This was my end.

An ending of painless peace for a boy

who longed to see death.

Money brought motivation, Charlie,

and the motivation sought murder.

Tell me you were a good girl, Rea.

- I was very good to you, Mr. James.

- Odessa.

- Odessa.

- Charles, I'm curious, is this

your video collection over here?

My, what a vivid array of shit you own, let's see here.

Crap, crap, crap.

Ha, this is the absolute biggest piece of crap.

Free Willy, Charles?

You should die now.

- You know what the only redeemable moment

of Free Willy is, Charlie?

- That film I thought was quite suitable.

- No it wasn't!

- My brother takes this one most personally, Charlie.

But to answer my own question,

Free Willy, redeemable points, only one.

Michael Madison smoking cigarettes.

- We believe in family fair entertainment

in this household, Mr. James.

Regardless of what unstable individuals

like yourselves might think.

- Well, wait a minute, I owe you an apology, Charles.

Once Upon a Time in the West?

This is a classic, Charles Bronson, Henry Fonda?

A tale of revenge and retribution?

- That film belongs to a neighbor.

- Of course it does.

Why?

Because quality and you would be like

a paraplegic trying to masturbate.

You try and you try and you try,

but you never quite get it, do you Charles?

Kids, kids, kids, the rest of this is a bunch of kids' crap,

and I'm having a hard time picturing you watching this.

- We have a child.

- Our daughter.

She's moved away from home, first year of college.

- Presented with such admirability, Charlie.

For the man who owns not one Mickey Rourke movie.

When I look at your wife, Charlie,

I see a female, a young woman,

a goddamn wet dream pushing the bounds of bewilderment.

- Okay, let's go back here.

Charles, these are kids' tapes.

So tell us about the child.

- Two.

We have two children.

Two girls.

- Their expected arrival is when?

- 11.

- Are they at a friend's house, Rea?

Maybe with a parent?

Someone who'll come to the door with them?

- No.

Babysitting.

- Tell me about your children, Rea.

- Don't tell them any more.

- Rea, I don't wanna hate them at this point.

Two girls, babysitters, begin.

- Jami, well, she's the eldest.

17, she's just now 17 years old.

- Word just came down from Parkland Memorial.

Both of the Quentin guards certified deceased.

We got a statement though.

One of the guards, still semi-conscious,

says he overheard a voice.

Now he can't tell which one of our lost boys he heard,

but a name came up.

- Lennox.

Goddamn swear to Christ.

Boys are out, sent 'em down death row.

Kincaid, come back.

Kincaid here, over.

- Punch up a residential on one Dick and Marlene Lennox.

Richard and Marlene Lennox,

residential listing of 1135 East McConnell Way,

Beatty, California, 10 to five, May 1993,

on behalf of the federal government

and state of California justice department,

superior court of San Francisco.

James, Odessa Lee, convicted homicide,

first degree, death, San Quentin.

James, Kyle John, convicted homicide,

first degree, death, San Quentin.

Witness protection withdrawn December 12th, 1995.

- Shit.

- All available units to 1135 Eat McConnell, let's go.

First comers, use a door-to-door, two-by-two formation,

subjects are armed, repeat, subjects will indeed be armed,

possible hostage situation.

Suspects are two, Odessa James, Kyle John, let's go, people.

- You ever have one of those days, Rea,

which eventually turns into this night,

which makes you stop and ask the very question of why?

As a child, Rea, I had a dream.

It was the one true destiny for which rightly I deserved.

A movie, Rea.

To write, direct, act, and produce.

Just one goddamn movie.

Shit, at least I can die knowing

I never bought any of that white bread

Leave it to Beaver, don't walk in the rain,

home by dark theory shit.

My life, a tolerant tale, where the good becomes poor

and the rich evil, and life, Rea, just life.

One simple motherfuckin' life.

Life on the edge.

The American dream.

Charles and Rea Ryan, the happy couple.

Two daughters, championship.

- Holy Mary mother of god.

- Welcome home, honey.

- Coroner's moving 'em now.

By his estimate, figuring over 100, 150 stab wounds.

- Time of death?

No.

- What do you mean no?

- No time of death, not yet, no.

- Boys are pissing me off.

They're going down.

This very night, down in fuckin' Pisswater USA.

And then I'm taking 'em home back to Quentin,

where I personally am gonna gas

the second goddamn fucking life out of them.

- Beatty PD found a blood trail about a half mile down.

- Have it matched against both brothers.

Preliminary shows AB negative.

- Kyle John James.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

This is all I could find.

- Perfect.

It's Beverly, Rea, open up!

- She's just a neighbor.

- Kyle, Jami, Jen, upstairs.

Miss Ryan, you and I have a date with destiny.

- It's Beverly, open up, Rea, open up!

Oh Rea, it's awful, the Lennox family's dead!

- Dick and Marlene?

- And the children!

- Oh god.

- Don't you have your radio on?

They think it's those convicts, the two brothers.

- Beverly, now's not a real good time.

- But Rea, where's Charles, shouldn't he

be helping the police?

- He's in bed asleep, good night, Beverly.

- But Rea, what about the James brothers?

- I'm sure they're just fine and a long ways from here,

so good night now, Beverly.

- But Rea!

- But out of all the towns, Kyle, why would you pick here?

Jesus, Beatty?

I still can't believe my mother

is sitting down there with your brothers like that.

I like you, Kyle.

I like you a lot.

And I'm your biggest fan.

- Jenny, you were told to stay upstairs.

- But I just wanted to ask Mr. James something.

- And what is that, darling?

- Mr. James sir, can I get your autograph?

- Those two I met because of Daddy.

He has such great connections.

- Jerry Mathers and Bob Barker?

God damn, Charlie, whose dick did you suck?

- Mr. James, wait!

Wait!

Okay, okay, sorry, I'm sorry.

It's just that he's my absolute favorite.

Adam West, he's such a dream.

- Can you hear it, Charlie?

The pounding of the bed frame?

The screws turning, bolts falling?

Sweat angels and the pants.

The pant, Charlie.

The try to be quiet so no one will know we're fucking pant.

God damn, look at him go.

- Word of advice, Charlie, my brother,

bay captain of boating.

He ties a knot, unmovable.

So Mr. Ryan, sir, don't move.

I wanna hear your daughter fuck.

They came.

Ravishing Rea, one widower to Charlie.

So what do you say, Rea?

Testimony and tea or Mexico, you and me?

- Mexico.

- Think it, Rea.

Mexico, the American dream elsewhere found.

- I know the brothers.

I know 'em both.

I used to have lunch with them down at county.

For two years, that boy sat across from me.

Just watching.

He never feared death like most of us do.

Because how can you fear death

when you never lived your life?

And then he was alone.

Kyle was hospitalized during a jailhouse brawl.

And that was the day I saw through him.

Past him.

And I asked him for the truth.

And I asked him why.

One solitary tear slid down his face.

And then he said, "revenge."

- You fell for them, didn't you?

- Yeah.

- Beverly?

Beverly!

- Hughes, come back.

Not a goddamn thing, ma'am.

- What do mean not a goddamn thing?

Who the fuck do you have out there with you?

Half of this piece of shit county,

local boys from Frisco and half of the damn National Guard.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

Dawson, Samuel, where's he at?

Hell if I know.

Go for D.

- Mr. Dawson.

What's this crap I'm hearing about you

convincing the James boys to surrender?

Yeah, well, we certainly didn't shove

any rocks down their throats.

- Ha ha ha, what a dick.

What do you wanna do with his dick, ma'am?

Eh, go fuck yourself with it.

- Two words, assholes.

Traffic duty, so over and fuckin' out, good fuckin' bye,

fuck you, and I'll see you fuckers in hell.

- Beverly.

- No.

You sure it wasn't backfire, or a firecracker possibly?

- I was in World War II, god dammit, don't you go tellin' me

what you think I heard.

- Now, your wife Beverly.

Let's go back to her for a second.

- She went to check on the neighbors.

She went over there.

She went to that house, right there,

the one I been tellin' ya about.

Jesus Christ almighty on a goddamn crutch.

- Now, you said that the gunshot

came from that general vicinity.

- Son, the gunshot came from that house, right there.

It came from the Ryan house.

- Mr. And Mrs. Charles Ryan.

- Oh Miller, shut up.

And what is that?

Go get the uncut on Charles and Rea Ryan.

Go.

- The phone, well it ain't been workin' since the storm,

and well Beverly, she wanted, well she wanted to help,

and I didn't want her to worry, you know, she worries.

And Charlie, well he's such a hard worker.

And well, ever since the storm,

she wanted to go over and make sure Rea

didn't have any problems, you know,

with her being alone with the children and all.

- Children?

- Yes ma'am, two girls.

Sweetest little darlings I ever did meet.

- Kincaid, Dawson, Hughes, we have a possible situation

at 1313 Schoolyard Road.

Talk to me.

- Charles Winwood Ryan, age 44,

Vietnam veteran, green beret, lieutenant major,

five tours United States Army,

awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor

by then-president Richard M. Nixon, September 9, 1971.

Distinguished Service Cross, three bronze stars,

two, three silver stars, Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry,

six purple hearts, married February 14, 1977

to one Rea Alicia Gardner, AKA Amalia Ferrero,

Lydia Rider, Mary Poppins, age 33.

Rea Alicia Ryan.

Convicted prostitution, assault, armed robbery,

served 18 months, Sybil Brand Corrections for Women,

convicted manslaughter, dismissed on appeal.

Arrested, aggravated assault, no contest,

eight months probation, arrested murder justifiable,

case dismissed, arrested grand larceny,

investigation pending, arrested felony possession

of controlled substance cocaine, charges dropped.

Arrested murder, four counts, justifiable, Jesus H. Christ.

Arrested murder, possession of illegal pharms,

case dismissed, pled guilty, probation violated

three months continuous.

There's two children, Jami Marie, 17, and Jennifer Lynn, 12.

No known criminal associations,

no known association with your boys.

- Hughes, have the lower end brought within

a one-mile radius of 1313 Schoolyard Road,

local PD, position 'em out beyond those train tracks.

Dawson, National Guard, I want 'em outta there.

Local shit kickers, same deal.

Any soldier and above that fucks with you,

thank 'em for the interest with a simple

mid-finger extension.

If they ask on what authority,

you tell 'em the federal goddamn fucking government,

Department of Corrections, US Attorney,

and United States Marshal.

- Christmas fuckin' Eve.

Inspired, man.

Fuckin' A poetry.

And to think, the holiest of holiest days.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Boom.

Stocking stuffer, Mom?

Boom.

Inspired.

In-fuckin'-spired.

The flicker of yuletide lights.

Off-green artificial tree.

Carolers.

The patter of eight tiny reindeer and small jingle bells.

Oh what a silent night.

That is of, unless you don't wanna count

the 27 double buck rounds which are blasted,

pounding, and ripping into both you and your better half.

Christmas goddamn motherfuckin' Eve.

Yeah.

I'd have done it then.

One shit-kicked homicidal holiday.

So, Kyle James, you wanna fuck me again, killer?

- Jami, do you watch a little TV?

What?

- TV.

We had a TV in prison and I used to spend

all my time watching it.

Watching all those white trash programs.

And I would wonder if those people really did exist.

And now I'm here with you and now I know that they do.

Do I wanna fuck you?

Yeah.

That's all anybody would ever wanna do with you,

and since we already did that,

why don't you just take your cute ass

and go make my fucking dinner.

You're kidding.

- No.

- You know what I think?

I think you've been bent over one too many times, Kyle.

I think your tired little white ass

can just go on and serve itself.

Jami.

- What?

Please.

- Fuck you.

We got all you can eat in the pantry.

And I can find that where, sweetie?

- Just downstairs, honey.

You can't miss it.

- You, Odessa James, I could've loved.

I could've loved you forever.

Will they catch you?

No.

- Then go, go now.

Run.

They're coming.

- Jenny.

Jenny, how long?

- They're right outside, Mom.

They're here, they're here!

- Bob?

Who the fuck is Bob?

- Mr. Ryan, I'm United States Marshal Lorna McCoy.

Mr. Ryan?

We're here to help you, can you tell me where--

- The boys.

You must be looking for the boys.

Odessa seems to have taken quite a liking

towards my wife, Rea.

They hit it off.

She seems pleased.

That's important, you know, a marriage needs pleasing.

- Mr. Ryan, can you tell me where he is?

Is he still in the house?

- Sure, he's right upstairs.

I can smell his cigarette.

Nasty habit.

Kyle on the other hand, well, his hunger overcame him.

He's in the pantry.

A limited selection to be sure.

Nevertheless, that's where he can be found.

- Exteriors.

Nothing.

- Shitters.

Nothing.

- Back in 'Nam, with boys like you,

I used to come in their ass for breakfast.

Those were good times.

- Did you ever have one of those days, Odi,

which eventually turns into this night,

which makes you stop and ask the very question of why?

This little piggie went to the market.

This little piggie went to the store.

But these five piggies here, well they went down.

- The silent freedom of hostility.

The chambering of another thoughtless round.

- You wanna fuck me, Odessa?

Goddamn piece of shit, take it in the ass liking

son of a bitch, come fuck me, Odessa!

- Uh-oh.

I think we may have a runner.

- Hi!

Odessa James.

- Hi Odessa.

- Where have you brought me, girl?

What the fuck are you doing?

What, what?

No!

- We speak of god, that path he trod,

and of that righteous day he toyed with clay.

- Joseph Paul Kretzen.

Murdered, Alcatraz Island, 1946.

- Lorna McCoy.

- Damn you, Odessa James.

Goddamn you.

You know I have to kill you.

And you know you have to die, you know it.

Not today.

- Jenny, don't you think it's a little early for Halloween?

- Oh, I don't know.

Sorta gives the whole situation a kind of

biblical ending, if you ask me.

- Odessa and that lady, the policewoman.

- Marshal, honey, she was a United States Marshal.

- She's alive.

- Really?

Must be losing my touch.

- Uh-huh.

She's in the underworld with Mr. James.

I saw 'em smoking a cigarette together.

- Jennifer Lynn, is there something

you might like to share with this family,

like maybe of you helping Mr. James?

- Like I'm really sure, Dad.

Did he or did he not like rip up my Adam West signature?

- Yes, of course, I'd forgotten.

- Bob's still with Kyle.

- Anything from Bob?

- No news is good news.

- Yes, well he does need the company.

Another storm is expected by midweek.

It says right here, another three to four inches is coming.

Well.

Guess it's safe to say, so much for the drought

in California.

Honey, would you hand me one of those cookies?

One of those funny looking ones there

with the sprinkles on top?

- Or a ladyfinger?

- No, I think not.

That's a little too heavy for after dinner.

I'll stick with the cookie.

Thank you.

Mm.

Mm.

- You're a pain in the ass.

Pain in my ass, you are.

What?

What?

What's there?

America's favorite killers,

Odessa and Kyle James, could be yours to bring home.

You could teach Dad a lesson.

This is for raping me, Dad.

This is for violating me, Mom.

Blow Dad away with his removable head!

James boys, parents and accessories sold separately.

Daddy, I think Bob is having

some troubles with Kyle.

I just heard him release a plaintive wail,

just a hop, skip, and a jump from a second ago.

- Your brother.

Odessa.

He's left you, Kyle.

And I liked him.

Lord knows my wife approved.

I just opened the door, off and away he went.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Now, about Bob.

He's explained it to me, and I think I understand.

And I could also understand how you might think

he's a little bit different.

But he really is a very sweet fellow.

And you may not be able to tell by looking at him,

but he is one hell of a lover.

Let's get to the point.

You've been pushing away from his advances.

Kyle.

Now what's up with that?

Hmm?

Look at me, Kyle.

Look at me, Kyle.

- Fuck Bob, Charles.

I'm gonna get out of here with absolutely

no explanation at all, because I also understand

and feel that it's going to come simple.

Now as for my brother, and the theory of off and away,

you're right, he's not coming back for me,

and do you know why, you fuck?

Because he never left.

You see, that's the difference between

being a James and a fuck like a Ryan.

Now Charles, my brother and I are going to kill you,

your cunt wife, your bitch daughters,

and last but not least, the beheading

of dear good old Bob.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Rea.

I want you so much.

Let me have you, let me make love to you right now,

what do you say?

- Charles, not now, maybe later.

Okay?

- Did you like it?

Did you like getting fucked by that kid?

- Yeah.

- Did you come?

- God, yes.

- Would you have fucked him again?

- Yeah.

- But you were gonna kill him, honey bunny.

- And I would've, but I would've fucked him first.

- Kyle James.

What a pussy.

- Odessa Lee, what a coward.

What are you doing?

- I'm saying my prayers, honey.

Nations raged, but thy wrath came.

The time for the dead to be judged.

For rewarding thy servants, the prophets and saints,

and those who fear thy name, both small and great.

For destroying the destroyers of Earth.

Amen.

- Amen.

- You going back to sleep, honey?

- Mm-hmm.

Why don't you go see Jami?

She's probably still awake.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll go climb in with Jami.

See you in the morning.

- Odessa?

You regret me?

- You were the only one who gave me hope.

- You're gonna be okay, right?

I loved you, Odessa.

Like a mother.

If I was yours I would've.

See you soon.

Right?

Kill 'em all.

- God damn, eh?

You know, I wanted the colonial house, and you said no.

And so then I wanted the adobe,

and you said nothing Spanish.

And instead, you picked the only house

with a fucking dungeon.

It's a lovely home though, don't get me wrong.

Do you wanna kill her or do you want me?

- Where did she go, nobody knows.

Brother James, I think it's time we show the Ryan family

just who the fuck death is.

- The fuck did they get those guns?

It wasn't like Bob gave 'em the goddamn weapons.

- Maybe it was Bob?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I think it's time to show those pussy James brothers

just what it means to be a Ryan.

- Yeah.

- Damn, I'm feeling good.

Woo!

- Let's see.

What do you think, M16?

That's my girl.

I'm so proud of you.

And honey, I don't know, what do you think, that outfit?

- I think basic black.

Shotgun.

- Yeah.

I got just what you need right here.

- Damn.

Jesus H. Christ, I feel for this country.

It's no wonder the conviction rate

fucking sucks in this country.

Sending me these pussies here.

Do a man's job by trying to kill me.

Me!

God damn, don't these people know who the fuck I am?!

- Would you like some meatloaf for dinner, love?

- Yeah, that sounds great.

Don't they know not to fuck with me?

To fuck with my family?

- Fuck 'em!

- Where are those James brothers?

They still killing those dwellers?

Maybe they have some balls after all.

Maybe they're ready to dance with the devil.

- You know, with all these sparks flying,

kinda reminds me of our honeymoon.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

That's a gun.

Listen, I can just leave.

I can just leave you guys alone if, oh shit.

Motherfucker!

- Sweetie.

- Kyle James.

I'm curious.

When you put your dick inside of me,

how long was it there before I noticed?

You're a shitty fuck, Kyle.

A real goddamn disappointment.

Daddy's much better.

- Stupid fuck!

Odessa Lee James.

One of the most notorious of all killers

to ever walk the row.

You know, look at me!

You were my fucking hero!

Can I ask you, lover, while you feel

this moment's for a smile?

- An ending of painless peace for a boy

who longed to see death.

- How about showing me a wee bit

of some sort of fucking disappointment.

- Why?

- Why?

Because I'm about to blow your goddamn head off.

- You know Rea, I just thought of something

really fucking funny.

- And what's that?

- You.

Dead.

Ever had one of those days, Rea?

- Am I meant to say, in my humble way,

if another is right or wrong?

Or am I to judge with never a budge

if another is weak or strong?

God.

He came down through the ages to write a small code,

in that mode he created for his brothers iron cages.

Sat himself on a throne, that he alone

might judge the deeds of others.

Through his greed, and wanton need,

created the sins of his brothers.

Said he, with a sneer, I am here,

and this is the rightful code.

Before me you stand, why, at hand,

it's you who must bear the load.

How long the lout can stand and shout

of god and noble things.

Can turn it around and knock to the ground

the man who laughs or sings.

As a child, Odessa, I too had a dream.

Be strong in the lord, and in the power of his might.

Put on the whole armor of god, that ye might be able

to stand against the wild, the devil.

I'll see you in hell, Odessa Lee James.

- Hell, Charlie, is gonna be like a family fucking reunion.

- Fuck.