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( country music plays
on radio )

Jesus!

( horn honks )

( horn honks )

Man, did you
see that?

I mean, he
pulled right out
in front of me.

Took my eyes
off the road
for a second,

but, I mean,
come on.

Maybe it's time we
take a little break.

Yeah, I'll pull over
the next chance we get.

Nice car.

Thanks.

You got your air,

CD...

leather.

Looks to me like you
sprung for the whole 9 yards.

Yeah, I guess so.

But I suppose that
rig of yours there

is what you really
need out here, huh?

Why would you want
a piece of shit like that

when you got
a ride like this?

What a man needs
out here is a CB radio.

Yeah, is that right?

Of course,
if you use a CB, you
got to have a handle.

I'm thinking for you...

...shit for brains.

Tell me something.
Do you even care

that you damn near
killed us back there,
boy?

I--I didn't really
even see you, OK?

I mean, you kind of
pulled out in front of me.

Like hell I did!
I saw what happened.

Let's just
forget this, OK?

I mean, I'm sorry
it ever happened.

I don't want any trouble.
I mean...

No, I bet you don't.

Howdy, ma'am.

Ought to be more careful
who you ride with.

What is that
all about?

Nothing.

The guy in the truck.

Thinks I
tried to hit him.

Come on, let's go.

You want me to drive?

No. Later.
Just get in.

How about if I promise
not to sideswipe anyone?

Just get in.

I'm kidding.

( country music plays
on radio )

You getting ready
for the Grand Prix?

What'd you get?

Oh, junk food fiesta.

Let's see.

Snowballs...

Yoo-hoo,

and moon pies.

Believe they still
make this stuff?

You kidding? It's
probably gourmet cuisine
around here.

Ha ha ha ha.

This is crazy.
Look at this.

It says, "If you win
this mail-in contest,

"you can choose
between $90,000

or 90,000 donuts."

What would you do
with 90,000 donuts?

I don't know.

Sell them for 30 cents each
and pay off this car.

No kidding.

( sighs )

$90,000.

That would solve
some problems.

( alarm buzzes )

( engine knocks )

What the hell's...

What did you do?

Nothing. I--

( engine quits )

Hang on.
I can't steer.

( sighs )

( beep )

( dialing )

( beeps )

Perfect.

Out of range?

Well, so much for
taking the scenic route.

Well, it looks
like the baffle gasket
is burned out.

What?

Yeah, it's connected to
the, uh, connecting rod.

God. Shut up.

Oh, man, can you
believe this?

This could be
the worst decision

we've ever made.

What are you doing?
No, just listen.

I mean, we're
changing jobs, right?
Yeah.

Our finances
are pretty well ...

Yeah.

And we are out in
the middle of nowhere,

so, yeah, I'd say this
is the worst decision--

Get out of here.
You're bugging me.

OK, sweetie.

Good luck, 'cause
I'm going to California.

No problem. Just
leave me the moon pies.

Uh, Jeff?

And the donuts.

No. No.
There's a car.

Oh, Christ.
Not these guys.

( horn honks )

( honk honk )

Assholes.

Jeff?

What the hell is--

What's he doing?

I don't know.

Well, this--
This isn't good.

Hey! Whoa!

Hi.

You folks
all right?

Fine.
Our car broke down.

Yeah, I saw that.

You want me to
give you a hand
pushing it off the road?

Thanks
for the help.

Honey, you
want to steer?

OK. Ready? OK.

Massachusetts plates.

You folks on vacation?

No, we're moving.

Oh, yeah?
Whereabouts?

Uh, San Diego.

Listen, do you
think we could
use your CB,

radio a tow truck
to help us?

I wish I could,
mister,

but I blew a fuse
on that thing
this morning.

I'm waiting till
I get down to the
truck stop at I-40

to get it fixed.

How far is that?

About 60 miles.

Oh.

Well, just driving along
and she quit on me.

Oh, yeah, well, belts--
Battery's working.

You know, it used to be
you'd give these things
a kick and a holler

and they'd start right up.

Now they got
computers and chips.

It is a new car.

You know,
that could be it.

You been riding
this thing pretty hard?

'Cause they tend to
overheat when they're new.

Well, yeah, a little,
but I...

Tell you what.

I can give you
a ride to Belle's,

a little diner about
5 miles down the road.

They got a pay phone.
You call a tow truck,

they just come in
and haul you out.

Uh, you know,
that's really nice
of you to offer.

I think you got it.

I think we'll just
let her cool off
a little bit.

OK.
Thanks a lot. We
really appreciate it.

I wish you luck
getting it started.

Thanks.
Thanks a lot.

Honey.
I think he's right.

I think it's probably
just overheated.

Right.
But what if it's not?

I mean,
we don't want to be
stuck out here, do we?

No. But I--We just
give it some time.

Let it cool off.
We'll be all right.

Getting pretty
toasty out here.

Are you sure you
want to blow this ride?

No, but...

I don't know if I want
to leave the car alone,
either.

OK, what if
I take the ride,
call the tow truck,

and order a nice
cold iced tea?

Mm-hmm, and I stay here
with a nice hot car.

Right.

Right.

You sure
you're all right?

I'll be fine, honey.

Hello!

Excuse me!

Mind if I take
you up on that ride?

Sure.
Step on up.

Sure your husband
wouldn't want to
come with us?

There's plenty
of room in the back.

No, he's going to
stay with the car.

What the hell?

( warning bell chimes )

( engine starts )

Ha!

Hee hee hee.

Old truck my ass.

* Looks like
I'm lost again *

Excuse me.

I was supposed to
meet my wife here.

She's dark-haired,
about 5'5",

wearing, like,
a--a white
Benetton sweater.

White what?

Benetton sweater.

Your order's up.

Look, I'm pretty busy here.
People come and go.

Well, this was
in the last half hour.

She--She might have
been with a trucker.

A trucker?

Yeah. A guy wearing
a baseball cap,

uh, driving
a big 18-wheeler.

Doesn't ring a bell.

You sure?

Hey, the man here's
looking for his wife.

Dark hair, got a white
button-on sweater,

traveling with a guy
with a baseball cap.

Has anybody here
seen 'em?

Looks like she got
away from you, cowboy.

You, uh,

you think maybe
she could have
left a message

with one of your
other employees or--

Well, I don't see
how that's possible.

You see, I'm the only one
that works here.

Well...

Is there another
Belle's diner?

No, sirree.

Definitely not.

Excuse me. She and I
must have got our
signals crossed here.

How far is
the next town?

About 20 miles.

Would you do me a favor?

If my wife comes in--
her name's Amy--

just tell her I was here
and tell her to stay put
till I get back,

to not move.

Could you do that,
please?

Yeah, OK.

Thanks.

( horn honks )

( honk honk )

( honk )

( honk honk
honk honk )

( honk honk )

( honk honk honk )

Hey, pull over!

Pull over!

( honk )

I don't believe it.

( horn honks )

Jesus!

Christ.

( truck horn honks )

Hey, man.

What the hell
you doing, buddy?

Well, I was trying
to get you to pull over.
Didn't you see me?

Yeah.

Well?

Never mind. Listen,
I--I'm looking for my wife.

What?

My wife,
where is she?

How should I know
where your wife is?

I'm the guy
with the Jeep.

You gave
my wife a ride.

You were supposed to drop
her off at Belle's diner.

Not me. Sorry.

Wait a minute.
What do you mean, sorry?

It's like half an hour ago.
You don't remember?

Mister, I've never seen you
before in my life.

What are you doing?

Amy?

Amy, are you in there?

Look, mister, I don't
know what you want--

I want my wife back
is what I want.

Now, what have you done--

( siren )
Hey!

Officer! Officer,
I need your help here.

What's the problem?
I don't know.

I think this guy's
done something
with my wife.

All right, calm down, sir.
Tell me what's going on.

I don't know what
the hell's going on.

The last time I saw her,
she was with this guy
in his truck.

Now he's saying
he's never seen her.

Officer--Officer,
I don't know what's
he's talking about.

Don't lie,
you son of a bitch!

All right,
all right, calm down.

All right,
now tell me exactly
what happened, sir.

OK, all right.

Our car broke down.

Now, he stopped,
offered to help,

took my wife
to a pay phone,

but she never
showed up.

Sir, what do you
have to say about this?

Officer,
I don't know.

I'm driving along,

this fella runs me
off the road,

starts hollering
about his wife.

I swear I've never
seen him before
in my life.

And you didn't
give his wife a ride?

No, sir.
He's lying!

Sir, would it be
all right with you
if I search your truck?

Hell, yes, go ahead.

Name's Barr,
by the way.
Red Barr.

All my permits
are current. You
can see them--

That won't be necessary.
Just stand back behind
the line, both of you.

I need to see
your license and
registration, please.

Those yours?

Yeah.

My, uh, personal stuff.

You want
to take a look?

No.

I think we're
pretty much done here.

You're free to go.

Wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait a second.

That's it?
You're not going to
question him anymore?

Sir, I've
searched the truck.

There's no evidence of
suspicious activity here,

no sign of a struggle.

Look, I don't mean
to butt in,

but maybe you
confused my truck
with somebody else's.

Go to hell,
you son of a bitch!

Hey! Now,
hold on a second.

You want to get arrested?

Now, the man's
got a point here.

This is a very
plain-looking truck.

A lot of trucks
look just like it.

Maybe you did
get them mixed up.

Hey!

You stay put.

Mr. Taylor.

Come on.

It was him.

It was this truck.

Uh, I can see that.

Did you get
a license plate number
on that truck?

What? No!

How about the information
on that door panel?

You recall any of that?

I wasn't paying attention.
Come on, officer.

Mr. Taylor,
did you, uh,

by any chance,
have a beef with
your wife today?

What has that got to do
with anything?

Well, for starters,
maybe--

Is there a possibility
she could have left you?

I don't--
I don't believe this.

My wife did not leave me.

Mr. Taylor, I've seen it
a hundred times.

You put 2 people
in a car long enough,
they're gonna go at it.

Lovers, married couples,
gay guys.

Hell, I've seen men
dump their women
on the side of the road

and vice versa.

Officer, uh, I'd really
like to stay and help,

but, uh, I got
a long haul to Fresno.

I understand.
Go ahead.

Appreciate
your cooperation.

This is insane.
Officer, please.

I've got
his information,
all right?

If I need to find
him later, I know
where to look.

Sir.

Much obliged.

And, uh...

look, there's
no hard feelings.

I really do hope
you find your wife.

Thanks.

Mr. Taylor, you
want to come with me?

( truck engine starts )

Sir, I believe you
that your wife's missing,
all right?

Now, maybe you got confused
about what kind of truck
she got into,

and maybe you didn't.
The point is,
I'm trying to help.

The town of Brackett's
31 miles back that way.

My deputy's name
is Len Carver.
He's a good man.

He'll help you fill out
all the necessary forms

if you want to report
your wife missing.

( radio static )

MAN: Sheriff,
this is dispatch.

Mrs. Gilbert's locked out of
her trailer again.

Can you help her?

10-4, dispatch.
Tell her I'm on my way.

Will do.

Mr. Taylor,
do yourself a favor.

Go see my deputy.

Is this
a recent picture?

Yes, a couple months old.

She still wear
her hair like this?

Yeah.

Well, we'll certainly
do our best, Mr. Taylor.

You know, there's
over 100,000 people

go missing in this
country every year--

runaways, deadbeat dads,
dropouts,

folks hiding
from the IRS--

all vanishing
without a trace.

We get these kind of
pictures all the time
from all over the place.

I'm not saying that your
wife is one of them.

I sure hope not.

But unless there's
been a ransom demand

or evidence
of forced abduction,

believe me,
the FBI won't even
look at your case

until it's
been 24 hours.

Nonetheless,
we will certainly
keep our eyes peeled.

Mr. Taylor,

why don't you
go back to Belle's,

get a cup of coffee,

wait for your wife?

If anything comes up,
I'll contact you
first thing.

How's that sound?

Yeah.

( country western
music plays )

Did my wife come in?

Didn't see her.

You didn't see her
or she didn't come in?

Look, like I told you
the last time,

maybe she was in
and maybe she wasn't.

All I'm saying is
that I didn't see her.

It ain't none of
my business, mister,

but if I was you,

I'd check
the ladies' room.

( knock on door )

( groaning )
Amy?

Amy!

I'll be right
with you, cowboy.

( vomits )

( door closes )

Ha ha ha.

4.50, James.

Why start trouble, huh?

I want to see
your order slips.

What?

You write
down the names.
I want to see them.

Are you nuts?

I don't have to
show you jack shit!

If my wife
came in here,

then her name's
in that pile.

You calling me a liar?

Let me see these
fucking slips!

Mister, I had just
about enough of you.

( ring )

WOMAN:
Operator.

Operator, give me
the sheriff's office.

One moment, please.

( ring )
Come on.

My name's Billy.

( ring )

You the fella
looking for his wife?

( ring )

Yes.

Yeah.
How'd you know?

Did you see her?

You seen her?

Please, if you know
something, tell me.

Well, uh,
I seen her, maybe.

Where? When?

Inside,
a little while ago.

She came in on a truck.

Right.

A big semi.

Then what?

Well, then she left

on another truck.

With who?

Oh.

With some man.

Well, they think
I'm a dummy, but I ain't.

I'm gonna get my
trucker's license one day.

This is very important.

Did you see where
they took my wife?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Route 7 north,
up by the river.

By the river?
Where?

Oh, they don't tell me
that kind of thing.

Who doesn't?

The bartender?

The man in the truck?

Oh, I ain't talkin'
to you no more.

You need to come
with me to the police.

You tell them
what you saw,
they can help me.

Well, now you the dummy.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, don't you get it?

The police is
the ones in on it.

( beep )

Come on, work,
goddamn it.

( ring )

Hello? Yeah, Steve?
This is Jeffrey Taylor.

You remember--Right.

Don't put me
on hold, please!

Listen, I need a favor.

I got to talk to that
friend of yours at the FBI.

Right. Uh, it's about Amy.

Something's
happened to--

Amy--yeah, I think
she's been--she's missing.
I think she's--

( voice distorted )

Fuck.
( beep )

( ring )

Hello? Steve?

Yeah. No! No,
don't call me back.

Don't, Steve!

Steve!

( beep )

What the--

Get out
of the car, now!

Oh shit.

Aah!

Son of a bitch!

What do you want?

He's getting away!

( gasping )

What the hell
is going on?

Got away,
went down the river.

( winch grinding )

Yeah. We're
pulling it out now.

Careful.

It's gonna
come loose.

I got it.

This is what happens

when you get one
without the other.

Stop worrying.

How the hell are
we gonna explain
this to the boss?

I ain't gonna explain.
( twig snaps )

Hey.

You all right?

Now, according
to your wife,

you got
a good pile of cash

sitting in your
bank account at home.

Is that true?

What? There--
There's some, yeah.

Hmm. Well, some
just don't cut it.

She gave us
an exact dollar amount.

Now, I want that
same figure from you.

I don't--

There's
different accounts.

Balance fluctuates.
I don't--

Fluctuates, my ass.

If some hotshot fuck like you

ain't watching
his bottom line,

it'd be the
first time in history.

What do you
think, Earl?

What I think is
we've been lied to.

He ain't no goddamn
donut king.

The slut was lying
to save her ass.

Piece of shit.

Please, don't. 90,000!

$90,000.

Now, you
crawl your ass
out of there.

You're a tough man
to get a-hold of,
Jeffrey.

What do you want?

Heh. It's not
what I want.

It's what you want.

How bad
do you want it?

'Cause it is
gonna cost you.

Can't show it
to you right now,

but it's about 5'5",
115 pounds,

three or four of that
just pure tit.

Nice curly brown hair,
upstairs and down.

( gun cocks )

Interested?

Why?

What does--

Why--Why us?

Bring him up here.

Town of Brackett,
Jeff...

Two-bit shit hole
in the middle of nowhere.

See the bank down there?

Few minutes, you're
going to walk in,

tell the manager you
want an express wire

in the amount
of $90,000

from your
bank account
in Boston...

Cash.

How do I know
she's still alive?

Shut up!

Come on, Jeff.

Need you
to pay attention.

Now you see
that building

with the flagpole
coming out
the top of it?

Yeah.

That's
the sheriff's station.

There's exactly
2 cops in this town.

One of them's pulling
desk duty right now.

The other one's
on patrol
in the foothills.

About a minute ago,
Billy here

called in an accident
on the I-40 connector.

See?

There he goes.

It's gonna take
about 20 minutes

for that cracker to get
out to the connector,

another 10 minutes
to see there's
no accident,

another 20 minutes
to get back in.
That's 50 minutes.

That is exactly
the amount of time
you have

to get me my money.

Now before you get
any half-baked ideas

about calling in
the cavalry,

just remember, we're
gonna be watching you

every step of the way,

and we're
gonna be listening
on those scanners,

and if we see
anything unusual--

an unmarked car
or plane,

one human being who even
smells like a cop--

Well, you can
just keep your
fucking money, Jeff,

and I'll send you
pieces of her
from time to time.

Billy...

give him the jacket.

Well, go on,
put it on, Jeff.

Can't go into a bank
looking like that,
now, can you?

We don't have
to do this,

because I can
get you that money,
I swear to God.

I promise you.
Just let my wife go,
please.

49 minutes, Jeff.

Time to get the show
on the road.

Here's my
driver's license,

credit card,
if you need it,

account number from
my bank in Boston.

How long is this
gonna take?

Um, uh, are you,
um, all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I've only got
$5,000 in that account.

How much
can you advance me
on my credit card?

Heh heh. Excuse me?

Credit card. It's
got a $6,000 limit.

Can you advance me
the whole 6,000?

Uh, no.
I--Sorry, I can't.

The, uh, limit
for noncustomers
is $500 a day.

Sir, are you sure
you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just transfer
the money, OK?

I'm gonna tell you
something.

What I'm
about to tell you...

You can't call anyone.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Whatever happens,
just...

Just keep writing
on that pad.

Please, now,
just keep writing.

They're probably
watching me right now.

They--They've got
police scanners.

The whole town's
under surveillance.

If I don't walk
out of here with...

Excuse me.
You the manager?

Yes, I am.

Lady back there
said I should see you
about a car loan.

Certainly, uh...

If, uh, you would
just, uh, take a seat.

Yes?

Just, uh...

F-f-forget it.

I--I, uh, had
a car accident,

you know,
a minor acc--

I'm just kinda...

How long is this
gonna take?

It'll, um...

Well, it's going
to take a few minutes.

Yeah, I am...

calling regarding
account number

9825-8103.

Jeffrey Taylor.

Uh-huh.

( breathing heavily )

( telephone rings )

( ring )

( ring )

( ring )

( ring )

( ring )

It's me.

RED: No shit
I can see that.
How much you got?

The whole thing,
90,000.

That's good.

Now, I want you
to turn left,

start walking
toward the main road,

and get in the first car
that stops. You got that?

When do I see my wife?

Soon enough, Jeff.
Just start walking.

( dial tone )

( crossing bells ringing )

Just throw the money

right up here
on the seat.

No. First you
tell me where she is.

Wrong, asshole.
First you give me
the money,

and then
you find out,

unless you want me just
to shoot your ass dead

right here on the side
of the highway.

Turn around.

Do it!

Put your hands
behind you.

Step toward
the truck.

Now get up in the truck,
on your knees.

Get in here,
goddamn it.

I gave you the money.
Now let her go.

( chuckles )

What the hell do-- Aah!

( panting )

( telephone rings )

Yeah?

Yeah, it's a done deal.

I'm heading in.

Yeah, I got you.

( beeps )

You got to be the
dumbest motherfucker yet.

We just picked you
out of the clear blue.

Shiny new car,

Massachusetts plates,

probably be a week
before anybody
even misses you.

Should've got that
bumper sticker that
goes with that car--

"Rich assholes,
looking for trouble."

Ha ha ha.

Sure wish
I'd been there,

see the look
on your face

when your car
seized up on you.

Maybe next time
you'll learn.

Don't leave your hood open
when you go in the store.

What the hell is that?

These ain't nothing
but goddamn singles!

You lying son of a--

Aah!

( gunshot )

Shit!

Aah!

Hey!

What are you
doing in there?

Hey!

Where is she?

Fuck you.

No, fuck you!

Uhh!

You like that?
How about this?

Where is she?!
I don't know.

The fuck you don't know.

St-stop.

What's that?

You want me to stop?
You really
want me to stop?

'Cause I'll bet
this baby stops
on a fucking dime.

What the hell?

( siren blaring )

Where is she?!
She's with Billy.

Where?
I don't know, man,
driving around.

I'm in pursuit of a black
ford F-150 pickup truck.

Contact the state police.

We're headed northbound,
Highway 31.

I need backup--
Repeat, backup.

Where are you
taking the money?

To the truck stop.

Where? Exactly. Where?

On the main highway,
the Texaco.

Son of a bitch!

Officer! Officer,
you gotta help me!

My wife's
been kidnapped.

Drop the gun!
Whoa, wait.

Get down!

I know where she is.

Get down on the
ground! Do it!

All right, I'm down.
Listen to me. He's in on it.

He's with the trucker.
They kidnapped my wife.

There's 4 of them.
They all work together.

They got her right now
at a truck stop, the Texaco--

Face down! Shut up!
You in the pickup,
you all right?

Please, you've
got to believe me.

Can you hear me?
Why else would
I be out here?

Yes, sir. I'm OK.

Can you get out?
Help me, goddamn it.

Yes, I can.
Please don't shoot me.

Look in the cab.
There's a bag with money,

and I swear to god,
it's right in there.

Face down, spread-eagle,
and shut up!

Get out, damn it!
We have to get
to the truck stop.

Goddamn it, listen to what
I'm telling you!

Shut the fuck up!

Unh!

Hey, shit for brains.

Ha ha ha.

( gunshot )

Shots fired.

Officer down.

Suspect identified.

RADIO: Sheriff? This
is state police dispatch.

What is your 20?

Get an ambulance.
He's been shot.

Who is this?

Sheriff, can you respond?

They're coming.

Sheriff, hang on.
We're getting you
an ambulance.

All units, all units,
officer down--

Repeat, officer down.

Look, I don't know,
damn it.

He was supposed to be here
a half an hour ago,

and I heard a report
on the police band
about a cop down.

I'm leaving. I can't--
There's too much
heat around here.

So stay off
the airwaves,

get his wife, and
meet me at the barn.

I don't care if we
have to drive all night.

( horn honks )

Daddy, you're home!

Hey, Deke.
Miss me?

Yeah.

Deke, get back to bed.

Warren, I thought
you were coming back
next week.

Yeah. Well,
I finished early,
and now I'm home.

Al and Billy are
coming over in
a little while, too.

But it's 6:00 in
the morning. Can't they
come some other time?

Look, we got some
stuff to do, OK?

It's gonna take
a couple of hours.

Why don't you go in
and make breakfast.

Hey, Deke!
Yeah?

Want to open the
barn for your dad?

OK.

Hey, hey, Dekey.
Hey, thanks.

Hey, I got
something for you.

Ready?

Hmm?

Here you go, son.

Look at that.

Cool.

Cool. Heh heh.

Real Swiss Army knife.

Good boy.

( grunts )

Deke?

Deke, you back there?

Man, if I never see
another couple
from Massachusetts,

it'll be too soon.

Yeah. OK, OK. We got
a lot of work to do.

First off,
you got any word on Earl?

Not a thing.

Me neither.
Fuck.

OK, we gotta get
the stuff off the truck.

Now, anything that can
trace us back to that fuck,
we get rid of.

Anything, Billy.
You got that?

( unlatches
and rolls up gate )

You know, none of this
would've happened

if you'd gotten that jerk
the same time as his wife.

He wouldn't get
in the fucking truck.

I suppose you'd
just pick up a gun

and chase him out
into the desert.

Fucking idiot.
Look, I'm just saying.

You should've
gotten rid of him

just like that couple
in Ohio. Nice and clean.

So we stay out of the area
for a couple of months.

Big deal.

Al!

Yeah?

Come on!

All right, honey,
time to get up.

Let's go! Come on.
Come on.

Come on! Move it!

RED: Get up!

Dead?

Must've died
from the exhaust, huh?

Suicide. Ha ha ha.

Couldn't be any cleaner
than that, now, could you?

Get that plastic, man.

We'll bury her
out back before sunup.

All right, come on,
let's go.

( grunts )

You got it?
Yeah.

Come on.

Ohh!

AL: Goddamn!

( laughing )

Scared me half to death!

I'll cut her head off
right now.

ARLEEN: Warren,
you in there?

Shh. It's my wife.
Come on.

Cover her up quick.
Put her in the freezer.

ARLEEN: Warren?!

RED: Be right there,
Arleen.

( Amy grunting )

Damn.

She's a feisty one,
ain't she?

That's right, lady.
You just keep it up.

( trapdoor opens )

All right.
Don't give me any trouble.

Damn it! Cut your
fucking squirming!

Aw, come on, baby.

It's not as bad
as it sounds.

Take you about 10 minutes
to suck all that air out.

Probably won't
even feel it.

Come on, fellas.
Come on.

Come on, hurry.

BILLY: Let's go eat!

Well--

BILLY: Hey, Mrs. B.

ARLEEN: Finally.

Are you coming
to breakfast?

I've been calling you.

BILLY: Yeah,
I sure could use
some of them pancakes.

AL: Hey, Billy!

BILLY: I'm coming, al!

( breathing heavily )

( machine-gun noises
from TV )

( men laughing )

( door softly creaking )

Huge. Thing must've
been about 10 pounds.

Starts reaching out.

( Al chuckling )

Reaches way out...

Give me the key.

Mister.

Don't mister me,
you son of a bitch.

My wife is locked up
in a hole

in your fucking barn,

and if you don't
give me the key,

I'm gonna blow
your fucking head off!

Warren, what's going on?

I don't know, honey.
Just stay calm.

Your husband's
a murderer
and a kidnapper.

Now, give me
the fucking key!

Freeze, mister.

You don't want
to do that, kid.

Put the gun down.

Don't listen to him,
Deke.

Just keep that gun
right on him.

My daddy keeps his rifle
loaded all the time.

He showed me in case
I need to protect mommy
when he's away.

I understand that,
and I'm not gonna hurt
your mom.

He's lying, Deke.

Now, go on, son.

Squeeze that trigger.
Go on.

Don't listen to him,
kid.

Go on, Deke.

Don't listen to him.
He's wrong.

Do what I tell you to do.
Squeeze that trigger.
Now, come on!

Put it down, Deke.

Nothing's
gonna happen.

Do it!

Aah!

Don't move.

Nobody move!

Get out here, kid.
Get over here.
Get by your mom.

Here, hon.
It's all right.

Get over there.

Get over there!

Shit!

All right.

Everybody stick together
and get out that door.
Right now!

Move it! Go!
Get out of here!

Move it! Turn around!

Turn around!

Open it.

All right.

Get down there and
open that freezer up.

Warren, what is this?

Just pull the chain,
Arleen.

Open it!

( lock jingling )

You better pray...

she's alive.

Oh!

Amy.

Jeff.

You made it, baby.
Come on.

Get away from me!
Aah!

Come on, honey.
Come on up.

Come on, honey.

Oh.

It's all right.

All right,
you son of a bitch,
get down there!

All of you!
Get down there!

It's OK.

It's all right.

You better
remember this,
fella,

'cause no matter
where you go--

you!

Jeff! Jeff!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Now, listen to me.

Amy, listen to me.
Honey, listen to me.

There's one more
still out there.

Do you understand?

And we have to get out
of here fast.

Damn it.

Shit.

Can you make it
to that pickup truck?

OK.

Come on.

Ohh.
OK.

OK, come here.

ARLEEN: Help!
RED: Billy!

ARLEEN: Help!

We gotta find
those keys.

OK.

Hello. Yeah, my name
is Jeffrey Taylor.

This is an emergency.
Listen to me.
I need the police.

Someone's trying to kill
me and my wife,
do you understand?

I don't know the address.
We're on a farm.

Just start tracing
this call right now!

Got 'em!

Jeff!
Get away!

Come on.

Come on.

Oh.

Give me the keys!

( breathing heavily )

Jeff!

Come on!

Go!

( engine starts )

You see him?

Do you see him?!
No!

( gunshot )
Aah!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Look out!

Look out!

Son of a bitch!

You want some?
Come on!

Hey!

AMY: Jeffrey, over here!
Over here!

( brakes screech )

Oh!

( gears grind )

Oh, my God.
Oh! Watch out!

Hang on!

Fuck!

Fucker!
You're gonna die!

( horn blaring )

( gears grinding )

Oh, god.

Aah!

Jeff.

Oh!

Shit!

I'm out.

Aah! Aah!

Yeah!

Jesus!

No! No! No!

No!

( engine revving )

Go, Jeff!

( engine revving )

Oh! I can't get out!

Gotta get out of here!

I can't get out!

My leg is trapped!

Aah! My leg!

Aah!

Aah!

( windshield crashes below )

( metal creaks )

Oh.

Jeff!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

( splash )

( grunting )

Jeff.

Oh!

Don't move.

Don't move.
( sobbing )

( metal creaking )

Jeff.

I'm gonna
get you out, baby.

Help me.

Come here.
Come on. Come on.

All right. We're gonna
do this together.

Aah!

Pull! Pull!

That's it.
Come on! Pull!

Come on!

Aah!

( sobbing )

You all right?

Yes.

Jeff. Ohh.