All language subtitles for A.Perfect.World.1993.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG-eng

[BlRD SQUAWKlNG]

[HELlCOPTER WHlRRlNG]

[PEOPLE CHATTERlNG]

NAOMl: lf l was going, l'd go as a, um....
RUTH: A princess!

NAOMl:
Uh, yeah.

-Judy Baumer's going as a twirler.
-But she's so fat.

l'd rather go as Cinderella
or Peter Pan.

Peter Pan's a boy.
Tinkerbell's a girl.

-Phillip could go as Peter Pan.
-Phillip could go as a bump on a log.

[GlRLS GlGGLlNG]

-Why can't we just go once?
NAOMl: Because we just can't, okay?

Our personal beliefs lift us
to a higher place.

[KNOCKlNG ON DOOR]

[DOORBELL RlNGlNG]

PHlLLlP: l'll get it.
NAOMl: You got it last time!

KlDS:
Trick or treat!

l'm sorry, we don't take
no part in Halloween.

Excuse me?

We're Jehovah's Witness.

-Hey, Phillip Perry.
-Hey, Billy Reeves.

How'd you know it was me?

Come on, go eat your supper.

Come on, kids,
let's go to the next house.

Sorry for the bother.

MAN: Evening, Larry. Forget something?
-Going to Austin, gotta take some work.

-When are we gonna grab a cold one?
-Sooner the better!

[lNDlSTlNCT CHATTER ON RADlO]

TERRY: Hey, daddy!
lNMATE: Yeah?

-You sure this goes on up to the vents?
-lt used to, in the old days.

TERRY: Because if it don't,
l'm gonna rip your tongue out. Ha, ha.

You punk thief.

TERRY:
Move.

Damn if that old man ain't right.

[TERRY GRUNTlNG]

[CHlLDREN GlGGLlNG]

BOY:
Here's your trick! Ha-ha-ha!

Bombs away!

Oh, good one!

[ALL LAUGHlNG]

BOY:
We really got him.

TERRY: You and me must be living right,
Butchie-boy.

Let's get something straight.
l don't like you.

As soon as we're on our way...

...that's it.

Who said l liked you?

[ALL GRUNTlNG]

Keep your mouth shut.

God, l'd love to blow your brains out.

Good night, Larry.

TERRY:
Hmm. Good night, Larry.

Come on, wake up.

[COUGHS]

TERRY:
l like that one.

You sure are picky.
Wrong neighborhood for a Lincoln.

Hey, there's a Buick.

BUTCH:
l don't want a Buick. l want a Ford.

TERRY: Fords leak oil.
Besides, daddy, a car's a car.

Take the Buick.

As soon as we cross
the state line, l'll do just that.

l'm tired of waiting around.
l'm gonna go check down the block...

...for a Ford.

Go wake up your sisters.

TERRY:
l take mine fried.

A little on the bland side.

Give me some of that ketchup,
would you? Now. Please?

Aah.

[GRUNTS]

You haven't got a man around here,
now, do you? Hmm?

No! Agh!

Well! We got a fighter here now!

GLADYS:
No!

Oh, lookie here. Look, you got
a little man in the house.

GLADYS:
No!

-No!
-Unh!

l'm bleeding! You happy?

What's your name, boy?

Phillip.

Okay, Phillip, reach down
and pick up that pistola for me.

-Give it to me.
-Shut your mouth!

Pick it up and bring it over to me.

Point it at me.

Point it.

Now say "Stick 'em up."

Stick 'em up.

[LAUGHlNG]

Perfect.

[GLADYS YELLS]

Put the gun down, old timer.

Put it down. You couldn't hit me
anyway. Probably shoot the boy.

[PHONE RlNGlNG]

Leave her be.

-Mama?
-lt's all right.

lt's all right.

-Are you deaf?
-Set it on the ground.

Put it down.

Set it down! Down.

Shut up!

-l vote we take her.
-No.

Then how are we gonna get out of here?
The whole neighborhood's awake!

-We'll take the boy.
-No. No!

No! Aah! Unh!

Ain't you folks ever heard
of sleeping in?

Yee-ha!

[GUNSHOTS]

RED:
l got it, sir.

Press has been waiting
almost an hour, Red.

l hear you.

Yeah, l hear you. l understand.

l understand.

Yeah. No, l'm here.
l'm just listening. Yeah, okay.

[SPEAKS lN SPANlSH]

What'd he say?

-Who?
-The governor, Red.

Well, he reminded me
that it's an election year.

[CHUCKLES]

-Hi.
-Hi.

l, uh, hope you don't drink before noon.

Oh, no, l don't.

The last one we had here,
seemed like she was on a liquid diet.

[LAUGHlNG]

-Last what?
-Secretary.

Penny Monroe.

Well, um, l believe you have me confused.
See, l'm from Huntsville.

l was assigned by the governor.

Adler, what is this?

lt rings a bell. l think they sent
something over about her this morning.

-Who did?
-The governor, Red.

l'm Sally Gerber, criminologist
with the state prison system.

-Tom Adler, Texas Rangers.
-Hi.

Well, uh, it's a relatively new procedure.
l was assigned by the governor to work--

"Work with state law officials
in all affairs of penal matters...

...coinciding with the state police."
This doesn't say anything--

lt includes parole, work-release programs,
as well as penal escape situations.

[lNTERCOM BUZZES]

We'll be right there, Marge.

They're getting antsy, Red.
You scheduled it.

Uh, the idea is that an understanding
of the behavioral case history...

...should, in parole situations,
help the subject to avoid habitual traps.

And in penal escape situations...

...could conversely identify those selfsame
traps as an aid to apprehension.

-Let me tell you something, Miss Gerber....
-Sally is fine.

Let me tell you something, Sally...

...this is not a penal escape.
This happens to be a manhunt.

And no talking around in circles
is gonna fix all that.

-And what will?
-Us having a nose like a blue tick...

...that's a medulla with an antenna,
and a lot of coffee.

[ROCK N' ROLL MUSlC PLAYlNG
lNDlSTlNCTLY ON RADlO]

[GUNSHOT]

[LAUGHlNG]

We got a handful of caps,
and you're shooting water tanks.

He's a smart guy, huh, Phillip?

[PHlLLlP SHOUTS]

Goddamn!

PHlLLlP:
Ow!

Okay, boys, that's enough!
The chief's got work to do!

REPORTER:
Did the kid say anything?

-Good morning, Red.
-Good morning.

-So, what do you think?
-Looks good. Looks good.

We're very proud of this baby.

Governor ordered it so dignitaries
could ride in the parade in Dallas.

-You know President Kennedy's coming?
-Yeah, so l heard.

Latest technology.
Got an oversized engine...

...full kitchen, sleeping quarters.

Got room for gun racks.

Stove, fridge, even got a hotline phone
straight to the governor's office.

-Fine piece of machinery.
-What's more...

...soon as it comes back from Dallas,
it'll be at your disposal.

lt's perfect for lots of situations.
lt's a headquarters on wheels.

We'll take it.

Uh, chief? Stop taking pictures!
Red, it's just not possible.

-Governor's gotta ride in it tomorrow.
-He gave this manhunt top priority.

But, Red-- Listen,
you gotta believe me. Ha, ha. Red?

-What's your name?
-Dick Suttle, the driver.

-Not anymore. Bradley?
-This man stays with his vehicle.

-You know how to work all the gadgets?
-Oh, yes, sir.

Okay, take a seat.

ADLER:
Excuse me, Red.

This here's Bobby Lee.
He's a specialist with the feds.

They want him to tag along.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

SAUNDERS: Red, what am l supposed
to tell the governor?

Well, you tell him that, uh,
Miss Sally Gerber over there...

...from his office,
checked me out on this.

Oh, hell.

Hey!

Hello?

You coming or aren't you?

Not a scratch! You hear me, Suttle?
Not a scratch!

On the truck! On the trailer!
And you call me! You call me!

[HORN HONKlNG]

TERRY:
Why the hell we stopping?

-You said you had a cousin near here.
-So?

So call him. See if we can shack there
till things cool down.

[CHUCKLlNG]

Why'd he take the keys?

So l won't leave him.

Would you leave him?

Oh, yeah.

[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYlNG QUlETLY
ON RADlO]

TERRY:
He must've moved.

Probably couldn't have heard him
anyways, my ear's still bleeding.

-You ever try that shit again--
-What?

What?

You were in the middle
of threatening me.

lt ain't a threat.

lt's a fact.

Here, kid, take the wheel.

ln two seconds, l'm gonna
break your nose.

That's a threat.

And that's a fact.

l'm gonna kill you for that.

And that's a threat.

Beginning to understand
the difference?

Phillip, listen up.
l'm gonna run in and get some smokes.

-Get beer.
-Here, hold this.

-Point it right between his eyes.
-What the hell?

lf he so much as moves,
you pull the trigger.

Right here, see?
Put your finger on it.

[LAUGHlNG]

You're a fucking crazy man.

That's a fact.
You're getting the hang of this.

How do? Where's your sodas?

The hot ones are there. The cold ones
are in the back, in the cooler.

You ever shot a gun before, boy?

Pow!

-Knock you on your ass.
-Quiet, mister.

No....

You ain't never shot no gun before.

Living with three split-tails.
No daddy around.

You'll probably grow up queer,
you know that?

Now...

...l'm gonna lean up here
real slow and easy.

Okay?

Just so that we can talk.

There we go.

Now we can have a real man-to-man.

You are a man, now, ain't you?

-Will this do it for you?
-This and a carton of them Lucky Strikes.

Those are some real cute
little underwears you got on there, boy.

Your mama sew your name in them?
lnitials or anything?

Hmm?

Let's see what you got down there.

Kind of puny, ain't it?

The hand is quicker than the eye.

Son of a bitch.
Hell's bells, no shells.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on up here
a little closer, boy.

-Those .38 shells you got up there?
-Yeah.

Why don't you give me a box?

Agh! Goddamn! Jesus!

Jesus!

Here, boy.

All is forgiven, boy.

You best come here, boy.
You know l'm gonna find you.

Hey, boy, you best hope
l don't find you.

What're you gonna do? Hit me with it?

But you and me are friends.

[GUNSHOT]

You got a phone?

No.

Go inside, lie down till we're gone.

Well, you coming?

Get in.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

Red, l got a spot on them. A store
outside of Ben Hur, 50 miles from here.

Yeah. Well, move that, uh,
roadblock on 288 50 miles north.

-Figure they got that far?
-l don't know. But they don't either.

They're just happy to be out.
This is a Sunday drive for them.

Sunday drive, l like that. l never
heard you use that one before.

ls something bothering you?

Oh, uh....

lt's perhaps premature, but, um...

...do you have an auxiliary roadblock
plan for when they split up?

What makes you so sure
they're gonna split up?

lf you got something in your craw,
spit it out.

Their situation
is one of accommodation.

l don't think they'll be together long.

Haynes and Pugh are opposites, right?

Haynes is a criminal's criminal.
Robbery, man-on-man confrontation.

Pugh has a rap sheet littered
with manslaughter, you name it.

-They'll split soon.
-What about the hostages?

What are they gonna do?
Flip a coin, see who gets to keep who?

lt's happened before.

Either way, it's a dilemma
they'll address soon.

That's why we gotta address it now.

We don't have a dilemma.
Neither do they.

They'll get rid of one hostage and keep
the other. lf they haven't done so already.

Command, put your roadblock on 288,
north about 50 miles.

MAN [ON RADlO]:
Roger, roadblock 288, 50 miles.

ADLER:
That's right, 50 miles.

Uh-huh.

We need to talk, Chief Garnett.

You can call me Red.

Red...

...why are you so hell-bent
on embarrassing me?

l'm only hell-bent on one thing.
You get to know me...

...you'll find having a strong backside and
a good sense of humor will get you a lot.

l have a fine sense of humor. But one thing
l won't do is be your straight man...

...so you can play hero
to a bunch of morons...

...who think you're some kind
of hillbilly Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, shit! Damn.

Arthur Godfrey said this stuff keeps
you young. l'm not sure it's worth it.

So that's my answer?

This is your first time in the field?

l thought so.
What was you expecting anyway?

What do you think l am?
Some dumb schoolgirl...

...who's wandered
into the boys' locker room?

You're wrong. l don't mean to boast...

...but l happen to be one of the two
most intelligent people in this fiasco.

That's not what l asked.
l asked what you're expecting.

l expected to be allowed to do the job
assigned to me by the governor.

l like the governor. He and l go
quail hunting at least once a year.

But he knows that win, lose or draw,
this is my ship. Understand?

Yeah, l got that.
You know what that is? That's anarchy.

And l call that horseshit,
to use a cowboy colloquialism.

No, l'll tell you what's horseshit.
Horseshit is responsibility.

That's the guy who has sleepless nights,
the guy who has the ulcers.

lf this thing goes bloody,
the governor, he loses a few votes.

Me, l'm the one who....

l'll tell you what. You see me making
a wrong move, go ahead and speak up.

l might not agree with you, but l'll listen.

As for wounded pride, l'll buy
all the drinks when this is over...

...but right now l got better things
to think about. That fair?

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

-Good. So who's the other one?
-Other one?

lf you're one of the two brains,
who's the other one?

Haynes. We tested him in prison.

[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYlNG QUlETLY
ON RADlO]

PHlLLlP:
Thank you.

Are you gonna shoot me?

No! Hell, no.

Me and you are friends.

lf l was choosing a running buddy,
l'd take you over him any day of the week.

-We got a positive lD?
-Yes, sir. Only the boy is hostage.

Not five minutes ago,
we found this here.

RED:
Yeah.

At least now we know who's in charge.

Hey. You ever ridden
in a time machine before?

-You have. What do you think this is?
-A car.

You're looking at this bass-ackwards.
This is a 20th century time machine.

l'm the captain
and you're the navigator.

Out there, that's the future.
And back there, well, that's the past.

lf life's moving too slow, you wanna
project yourself into the future...

...you step on the gas right here.

See?

Ha, ha.

And if you want to slow her down,
hell, you just step on the brake here...

...and you slow her down.

This is the present, Phillip.
Enjoy it while it lasts.

[LAUGHlNG]

Yes, sir, we're time-traveling
through Texas.

We gotta find us a Ford. My daddy
always drove Fords, you know that?

That's an intercom speaker system.

Now, you can get and give information
to and from the rear vehicle.

-Uh-huh. How's it work?
-Well, you press the power button.

But if you've got
the volume turned up....

[lNTERCOM SQUEALS]

Bradley, dang it!

You will blow the speakers.

My God....

There.

That ought to put his pecker in a sling,
huh, Red? Sorry, ma'am.

Dick humor, unique.
Shouldn't these be roadblocked?

Now, in a perfect world...

...we'd lock arms and thrash
the bushes until he turned up.

ln a perfect world,
things like this wouldn't happen.

MAN [OVER RADlO]:
Adler, we're proceeding on FM 1 491 .

Our locals are heading out.
You want to follow them?

No, we'll just keep cruising.
He'll turn up eventually.

Okay, we're gonna do
some car shopping.

You ever play cowboys and lndians?

See that Ford sedan?

l want you to sneak over there
like an lndian and take a peek.

See if the keys is in it.

Don't have to if you don't want to.

But l'd appreciate it,
you being the new navigator and all.

Hey, Phillip! Phillip!

Check for a radio too.

lt's got keys and a radio. l checked.

Good man.

Can we stop at the filling station?

-What for?
-Number one.

This here's nature, Phillip.
You just pee over by the tree.

[SPLASHlNG]

[KEYS JlNGLE]

[ENGlNE SPUTTERlNG]

-Hey! That's my car!
-Start, you son of a bitch!

FARMER:
Hey!

[ENGlNE STARTS]

Get in the car, Phillip! Phillip!

Phillip, get in the car!

Jump!

[GROANlNG]

[YELLS]

-Goddamn, how many RCs did you drink?
-Four.

[CHUCKLES]

MAN [OVER RADlO]:
Adler, if we get a clean shot, can we take it?

Red, locals wanna know, if they get
a clean shot, should they take it?

No.

l don't want any half-ass sergeant
taking a potshot with a deer rifle.

-Only thing to do, he's got the boy.
-You figure he'll just give up.

-Maybe, maybe not.
-Well, now, there's a safe bet.

Well, he's better off now
than he was.

That third eye Pugh is sporting on the way
to the morgue speaks otherwise.

Then why not just shoot to kill?

Oh, now, there's a brainstorm.

Red, they forwarded the stolen vehicle
license to the roadblock.

-You still want to go to the farm?
-Yeah. Yeah, l got a hunch.

[MELLOW POP MUSlC
PLAYlNG QUlETLY ON RADlO]

Never met a brown-eyed Phillip before.

-Who are you named after?
-My daddy.

-You and your old man get along all right?
-Yes, sir.

Toss the ball around, play grab-ass
in the yard, that sort of thing?

No, sir.

Why the hell not?

He ain't around, really.

Well, he is or he ain't.

When's the last time you saw him?

Me and you got a lot
in common, Phillip.

The both of us is handsome devils.

We both like RC Cola.

And neither one of us got
an old man worth a damn.

My mama says he'll come back.
Probably when l'm 1 0 or so.

Well, she's lying to you,
pure and simple.

All right? He ain't ever coming back.

Guys like us, Phillip...

...we gotta be on our own.

Seek foolish destiny.

Ha, ha, that sort of thing.

You, uh--? You responsible
for the engine maintenance on that?

-That's right. l'm the full-time driver.
-Uh-huh.

-What?
-lt's slipping a bit going into second.

Seems like somebody's been
heavy-footed with the clutch.

l'd put that on a list if l was you.

Well...

...ain't no bodies here, thank God.

-You got the keys to this vehicle?
-No.

-See if we got a pry bar in the car.
-Yes, sir.

Here you go, Red.

-You might want to wait in the boat.
-Please.

Well, there's our bureaucrat.

[COUGHS]

RED: Nice to know the boy's
in good hands. Here.

-l don't want--
-Gallows humor, Sally.

Without it,
we'd all be losing our lunch.

-Want some water?
-No.

You ready to get out of them skivvies
and into some britches?

All right, then, let's go.

First, we gotta come up with some
a.k.a.'s. You know, fake identities.

Names to call each other
when we're around other folks.

You go ahead and you think one up.

-Whatever name you want.
-Any name l want?

Any name you want.

[WOMEN CHATTERlNG]

Well, hello there,
and welcome to Friendly's.

Looks like the little fellow
needs some pants.

As a matter of fact, shoes and new
skivvies too. He'll tell you his size.

Go with the lady, Buzz.

-Buzz.
-Buzz. Go with the lady.

Buzz, what a cute little name.
Like a bee.

[MAN SPEAKlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY
ON TV]

Oh! Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, look, a friendly ghost.
Say "Boo."

Boo.

Not very scary. But you'll have a whole year
to work on it if your daddy lets you have it.

lt's a good price too.
What did you go as this year?

A bandit.

Oh, shit!

-Pete.
MAN [OVER RADlO]: Yeah?

-This is Terrance. l think l got it.
-10-4.

[MAN CONTlNUES SPEAKlNG
lNDlSTlNCTLY ON TV]

-What do you think?
-Look good.

Will that be all for you today, sir?

You folks are about the grinningest
bunch l ever seen.

[LAUGHS]

Mr. willits holds
a contest every month.

The friendliest employee gets
a $20 bonus.

Pete, l'm all set down here. You?

Copacetic. Let's just keep him tied up
till the state boys get here.

REPORTER [ON TV]:
The hunt continues for Butch Haynes...

...who escaped last night
from the security unit over in Huntsville.

Haynes, 6'1 ", 1 85 pounds with
brown hair, is armed and dangerous.

-He was last seen in....
-Here are the clothes.

Buzz has his heart set on a Halloween
costume for next year. lt is half off.

REPORTER:
--four miles south of Desdemona.

Complicating attempts
to apprehend him...

...Haynes is believed to have
an 8-year-old boy with him as hostage.

In a related story,
authorities have found the slain body....

We'll get it next time.
Go wait in the car, son.

REPORTER: --hostage taken by Haynes
and his fellow escapee, Terry Pugh.

The body of Billings was found
in the trunk of his car.

The car, used in the prison escape...

...was discarded near a farm where
another car was stolen this morning.

The stolen car is a yellow Ford sedan.

Anyone who spots it should contact
law enforcement officials.

As we reported earlier,
the body of Terry Pugh....

You're truly the friendliest clerk
l ever met.

Thank you for shopping Friendly's.

WOMAN [OVER RADlO]:
Copy, 1 49, hold your 20.

Damn!

What the-- What the hell?

PETE:
He's coming back!

Get out of there!
We can't lose both vehicles!

LUCY: l knew something was wrong
from the get-go.

Agh.

Look, he left his little boy!

He's got the Casper costume!
He stole it!

Buzz, you little shit!
Shoplifting is a crime!

Up to you, Buzz!

You'll never get away with this,
you little mister!

You ain't so friendly.

Whoa!

[SlRENS WAlLlNG]

Take them nasty skivvies off,
put these jeans on.

-What do you got there?
-A ghost suit.

From the store?

You kiped it?

Well, hell, Phillip, put it on.

You ain't mad?

Let's understand each other.
Stealing's wrong, okay?

But if there's something you need bad
and you ain't got the money...

...it's okay to take a loaner
on the item.

lt's what you call
an exception to the rule.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You don't want to get undressed
in front of me, is that it?

You embarrassed because l might
see your pecker?

lt's...

...puny.

-What?
-lt's puny.

Who told you that?

Let me see.

Go on, l'll shoot you straight.

Hell, no, Phillip.
lt's a good size for a boy your age.

[SlRENS WAlLlNG lN DlSTANCE]

Here they come.

Haynes bought some tape, rope,
and clothes for the kid.

One puzzler, they say the kid could have
gotten away, but he didn't.

-Probably scared to death.
ADLER: well, one more thing.

-The kid stole a Halloween outfit.
-So they're a team.

With a pit stop in Noodle...

-...they're heading for the Panhandle.
-What?

-There's more roads than people there.
-How's that happen?

Poor counties. They half-finish
a road, start another.

lf anybody knows them back roads,
it's Red.

SALLY:
Okay...

...so...

...l'm Robert Haynes. Everybody calls
me Butch. l was born in Amarillo...

...but grew up in the French Quarter
in New Orleans.

What's she doing, Red?

l killed a man when l was 8.

How did you kill him?

Shot him with a .38. There was always
one lying around the dance hall.

That's what they called it,
but it was a whorehouse.

That's where we lived.

-What did the authorities do?
-Victim was wanted by the locals...

...so the whole thing got swept
under the carpet, Cajun-style.

-They didn't even send him to the juvie?
SALLY: Mm-mm.

Put me in school. l was three
years behind, but l catch up.

-Things are going pretty good now.
-Yeah, they are for a while.

-And when l'm 12, Mama dies.
-What happened?

Delilah Jane Haynes hung herself
in the bathroom of the whorehouse.

Post-mortem check uncovered
last-stage syphilis.

-Where's your father?
-Nobody knows where he is.

Ditched when l was 6.
He was a small-time felon.

Popped back up after Mama died.

He'd just been put on parole,
so he moves us back to Amarillo.

-A year later, l'm back in trouble.
-Heh. Kill somebody else?

Uh-uh.

Saw a Ford coupe l couldn't resist.
So l took her for a spin.

-Hell, that ain't no big deal.
-That's what l thought.

But the judge didn't. Gave me four years
in Gatesville, toughest juvie farm in Texas.

That's where he learned
to be a criminal.

We've seen that before, haven't we, Red?

Butch, why don't you tell us
where you're headed...

...and save us the trouble
of hunting you down.

See, you missed it.
Because where l'm going...

...isn't near as important
as why l'm going there.

Shit! Because l'm running,
they're chasing...

...l'd just as soon go north,
as south, as east, as west.

lt's a fun little game...

...but right now, Haynes doesn't have
any idea where he's headed.

Hold your pointing finger
along the line of the road, okay?

Okay, you got three lines
on a finger, don't you?

Each one's an inch.
So how many inches to Childress?

[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYlNG QUlETLY
ON RADlO]

One...

...two....

Six.

[LAUGHS]

You're a hell of a navigator, Phillip!

A lot smarter than Terry.

Of course, who you gonna brag
to about that?

Lookie there!

-What is it?
-lt's kind of like a silver whale.

And there's people inside,
just like old Jonah in the Bible.

[HORN BLARlNG]

Go like this,
maybe they'll honk back at us.

-What do you think?
-Well, okay, do it.

You said the boy
stole a Halloween costume?

-Which one?
-lt was Casper the Friendly Ghost.

Uh-huh. That was them.

-They just passed us.
-What?

-That was them!
-Turn around!

Bradley, turn around!

lt's not safe to do more than 65
with this much load.

Uh-huh.

They're coming fast.

Phillip, get down in the seat
and lay down.

-Why?
-Hell, l don't know.

Because l said so.

You're burning up the engine!

Hold on.

-Come on!
-Take that wide!

-What're you doing?
-l'm following the fugitive, fool!

What are you doing now?

Uh, Red....

Shit.

Red?

[ALL SHOUT]

BRADLEY:
Red's gonna be pissed now.

ADLER:
Oh, God!

[ALL GRUNTlNG]

SUTTLE:
Are you trying to kill us?

Shit.

Yeah.

[ALL GRUNTlNG]

BRADLEY: Oh, my God.
SUTTLE: ldiot!

Red, they wanna know
if the boy looked okay.

-He was laughing and waving.
-Don't tell them that.

No.

-They said the boy looked A-okay.
-Well, that's great.

He'll be fine, Mrs. Perry.

This'll be over before you know it.

You'll be home with your boy.
l promise.

l want you to know
that l've okayed the use...

...of a new high-tech mobile home
from which to conduct this manhunt.

lt's an amazingly futuristic piece
of law enforcement equipment.

Started this road 20 years ago.
Still ain't finished.

lt appears to me
we got a decision to make.

lt's up to you, Phillip.

We can backtrack to the highway
or we can try it on foot.

Where are we going?

lt's Alaska, Phillip.

Last of the wild frontier.

-lt's pretty.
-lt's beautiful.

-You ever been there?
-No.

l just got the one postcard.

But anyhoo,
back to our present dilemma.

-You feel like a hike?
-How far?

Can't be more than, say...

...1 500 miles.

You're probably right.
Go give our supplies a check.

-What's it look like?
-A soda, some gum, and half a MoonPie.

Rations for one, at best.

Come on.

Red!

The governor insists on having the
trailer back for the parade tomorrow.

Tell him to come get it.

Yes, sir.

[COW MOOlNG]

-Where are we going?
-We're going trick-or-treating, Phillip.

-What's the matter now?
-We ain't allowed to trick-or-treat.

Huh?

My mama doesn't allow it.

-Trick-or-treating? Why not?
-Against our religion.

lt's against your--
What kind of foolishness is that?

Jehovah's Witness.

Now, Phillip, l'm asking you.

l ain't asking your mother,
l ain't asking Jehovah.

You wanna go trick-or-treating or not?

Okay, Phillip, all you gotta do
is knock on the door.

And when they answer it,
you say, "Trick or treat." Got it?

Now, wait till they come.

Now, Phillip.

PHlLLlP:
Trick or treat.

lf you ain't the cutest little ghost
l ever did see.

-Say it again.
-Trick or treat, ma'am.

Since Halloween was yesterday,
you're gonna have to trick me.

And you missed them caramel
popcorn balls l made up special.

Just wait right here.

Perfect.

-What do you say, Phillip?
-Thank you.

Never underestimate the kindness
of the common man, Phillip.

BUTCH:
You sure there's no meat in there?

Spam maybe? Vienna sausage,
anything like that?

Mm, nothing.

-Can you make some mustard sandwiches?
-Yes, sir.

Well, go to it.

Here, you can spread it with that.

Yeah, that one's mine.

Be right back.

Don't be stingy with that mustard, now.

Hold it right there. You can go.

Butch!

-Phillip!
-Butch, help!

-Grab the kids. Quick! Run!
-Phillip!

Forget the car, Bob.

[SCREAMS]

lt's only got 1 000 miles on it!

-Phillip, hit the brake!
-Butch!

[ENGlNE REVS]

[GRUNTlNG]

BOB:
Oh, my!

-Bad brakes.
-That was close.

Bob Fielder.

Edgar Poe.

That scared me silly. You know,
l just had her a couple months.

-Yeah, she's a beaut, all right.
-Yeah?

Bob, what with my brake problem,
l'd appreciate a lift.

Me and my boy live
about five miles up the road.

-l could pick up the car when l--
PHlLLlP: Butch!

The brake, Phillip!

Step on the brake!

Oh! Hell of a job, Phillip!
Never had a doubt!

[CHUCKLES]

You all right? l'd be happy
to move the kids there.

No trouble at all, Bob.
No trouble at all.

OFFlCER:
Thank you, sir.

All right, thank you.

Can l see your license, sir?

All right, thank you very much.
Bye, now.

-Can l see your license, please?
-What's the problem, officer?

We got an escaped convict,
just a precaution. Have a nice trip.

Okay, thanks.

MAN [OVER RADlO]: We got two cars.
-They got two cars they can give us, Red.

Have them hold tight. l think we got
the best seat in the house right here.

Tell those roadblocks to call in dogs
and move north.

We'll check every road and every farm
between San Angelo and Sweetwater.

There's my Geritol.

ALL [SlNGlNG]: Old MacDonald had a farm
Ee-i-ee-i-oh

And on that farm he had a pig
Ee-i-ee-i-oh

With an oink, oink here
And an oink, oink there

-Patsy, look at what you're doing.
-Oh, no. Here.

Look at what you did!

What is wrong with you?
l told you! Look at me.

l told you twice not to jump up
and down, didn't l? Now, didn't l?

lt's all over your father's new car!

Just get your bottom there
and stay, both of you!

lt's okay, sugar.
Daddy still loves you.

-So much for the new car smell.
BOB: All right!

This'll be fine right here, Bob.

But l do have one more favor to ask.

Just a loaner, Bob. Not to worry.

You'll get her back.

lt's new, so if you'd keep it under 45
for 500 miles, l'd appreciate it.

You know l will, Bob.

[LAUGHlNG]

-They look funny.
-Maybe.

But Bob did the right thing.

What if he'd put up a fight?

l might've had to shoot him.
Where would that family be then?

No, Bob's a fine family man.

That's about the best thing
a fella can hope to be.

BOB:
Hold on, we're almost there.

[WOMAN CHATTERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY
OVER RADlO]

BOB:
Keep together.

[ALL GROANlNG]

Got through at Aspermont.
Coerced a motorist.

Damn. Call Amarillo and tell them we
got a notion they're headed that way.

ADLER:
Okay, Red.

Tell you the truth, l hope they make it
across the border. Let the feds take this.

l got things l could be doing.
l'm hungry. We got any food?

-l don't know. Let me look.
SUTTLE: Uh, sir...?

-Red, they got T-bones in the fridge.
-Those were ordered special for--

-And Tater Tots!
SUTTLE: He might not approve of this.

That so? Mm.

l do like Tater Tots.

Can't find a coon-ass waltz
to save my ass.

[RADlO SCANNlNG CHANNELS]

That stuff you told me about not
trick-or-treating because of Jehovah...

...was you pulling my leg?

No, sir.

-What else ain't you supposed to do?
-We don't get Christmas.

-You're shitting me.
-No birthdays, nor parties neither.

You've never been to a carnival
neither, have you?

No.

-Cotton candy?
-Seen that once. lt's...

...red.

No, it's not, it's pink.

Never ate none though.

-Roller coasters?
-Seen pictures.

You have a goddamn red white and blue
American right...

...to eat cotton candy,
ride roller coasters.

l do?

Hell yes, you do.

Faster, Butch! Faster!

Yeah! Ha, ha!

Faster!

Yeah!

Come on, Butch, faster!

ADLER:
Yes, sir.

-You fellas dig in now.
-All right.

Whoo, it's hot.

You think you're pretty smart, now,
don't you?

Excuse me?

Well, you ain't smart,
but, goddamn, you are pretty.

Please.

l think that, uh, business and pleasure
should just naturally mix, don't you?

l mean, take me. l love my work.

-So did Hitler.
-Heh.

-Goddamn, you got a mouth on you.
-Mm-hm.

How do you like your steak, Sally?

Rare.

Good. l'll wipe its ass, herd it
through, and you can tear off a slab.

On second thought, medium rare.

l don't care who you work for.

You're here for one reason only.
You hear me?

Anything else, chief?

Yeah.

You're in my office. Get out.

[COUNTRY MUSlC PLAYlNG QUlETLY
ON RADlO]

Here you go.

Thank you, Father, for your
bountiful nature and goodness.

Amen.

Now, dig in, Buzz.

We call him that
because he eats like a buzzard.

[LAUGHlNG]

lf it's dead, he'll swoop and chow.

You Dottie?

Eileen. Dottie died.

Her son runs the place, but, uh...

...he ain't never here.

Never?

He leaves around 4. You know,
not much traffic after lunch.

lf you need me,
l'll be right over here.

Eat your food.

Buzz, you go ahead
and chew on mine if you want.

No, thank you.

Ooh. Very polite.

Well, l try hard but, you know,
since his mama died....

My mama's not dead.

Okay, Buzz, go on out in
the parking lot and chuck some rocks.

[DOOR BELL CHlMES]

So is she dead or not?

Well, his biological mother is alive.

She gave him up for adoption
to me and my wife.

My dead wife, that is.

She is-- was Phil--

Buzz's stepmother. So she's his mom.

Was his mom.

Stepmom.

But she's dead.

l am so sorry.

[MOANlNG]

Nosy little fella.

Get in the car.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

You mad at me?

No.

You kissed her, huh?

Just barely.

Why?

Because it feels good.

-Ain't you seen your mama kiss a man?
-No.

You kissed her backside, huh?

Well, it's kind of hard
to explain, l--

l know how it must've looked.

[CHUCKLES]

-Hell, l don't know how it looked.
-Do you love her?

-Who?
-The lady who cooked the hamburger.

Yeah, Phillip.

Yeah, l love her.

l kissed her butt, didn't l?

[LAUGHlNG]

BUTCH:
lf things go our way...

...we'll be in Alaska
in four or five days.

Get the jump on winter.

What's wrong?

l want to go home.

-Then why didn't you stay at the store?
-Because.

-Because why?
-Because l stole.

They'll put me in jail.
l'll probably go to hell.

Ha, ha. Same difference, Phillip.

Same difference.

We'll get you home soon.

l swear, okay?

-Butch?
-Yeah.

l can drive.

Done proved that, ain't you?
There's lots and lots of stuff you can do.

Lots and lots of stuff.
Reach in that glove box there.

See if Bob's got a notepad
or something.

Good old Bob.

-Can you write?
-l can print.

Good enough.

Make a list of everything you ever
wanted to do but wasn't allowed to.

Like what?

Like...

...cotton candy.

Cotton candy.

Hell, l don't know, Phillip, it's your list.

PHlLLlP: Butch?
BUTCH: Yeah.

PHlLLlP:
How do you spell "rocket ship"?

[BUTCH CHUCKLES]

l'll let those fellas
get a little more shut-eye.

A few more hours of it, anyway.

We'll get the patrol cars in
the morning and head up the Panhandle.

SALLY:
Does that bring back any memories?

You got a file on me too?

Hey, it's the '60s, Red.
They got a file on everybody, right?

Just because it's written down,
that don't mean it's true.

True, absolutely.

But, uh, you did work as county
sheriff in Amarillo and Austin...

...before you became a Ranger.

Right so far?

Haynes' juvenile court record
lists you as amicus curiae:

Evidence given by a non-party with
the intention of swaying the judge.

Usually it comes in written form,
but there was no copy attached.

Silence.

Okay. At least tell me why Haynes
did four years for a joyride, huh?

What about probation?
The boy had a home, a father.

What do your files say about him?

lt says he was a thief who did a little
time, got out and stayed pretty clean.

Your precious files are wrong.

Okay.

So tell me the truth.

Haynes' old man,
he was a career criminal...

...with a soft spot for whores.
One thing's for sure...

...he beat the hell out of anything he
ever came across, screwed or fathered.

lf l--

lf the judge had let
the boy go with him...

...he'd have a rap sheet as long
as your arm within a year.

Gatesville isn't so bad.

l've known kids there
who straightened up.

One even became a priest.

l don't get it.

Well, you don't get it.

ln Texas, the bottom line is who
you know and what they owe you.

That's how l do my job.
lt's how you got your job.

You are tough, aren't you?

l bought that judge a T-bone,
and l told him to send the boy up.

l told him it was
the right thing to do.

The judge went with me,
right down the line.

[RUMBLlNG]

Butch. Come on, Butch.

Butch, wake up!

Butch.

l didn't mean to scare you.

l work at night. Cooler.

Your car break down?

No, me and my boy was just catching
some shut-eye in your field.

Oh, l don't own it.
l just work it for Mr. Andrews.

Where you all from?

Drove from Texarkana yesterday.

-Long haul.
BUTCH: You said a mouthful there.

No sense sleeping in the car
when l got a foldout couch in there.

Don't wanna put you out.
Gotta get on the road.

No trouble. l'll wake you at first light.
Fill your belly with some food. Ha, ha.

Send you on your way.

All right.

-Aah!
-Aah!

He wake you all up?
Now, l told you not to do that.

No. lt's no harm, ma'am.

l'm Lottie, Mack's wife.
This here's my grandbaby, Cleveland.

Name's Cleve. l'm 6.

l'm 8. Mine's Phil--

Buzz.

We got us a creek down
the way. Wanna go?

PHlLLlP:
Sure thing.

-Morning to you.
-Morning.

-Rest done you all good, huh?
LOTTlE: Want a plate?

No. Hey, boy, run out there and
get my thermos out of the truck.

Hey, you can't hear
me or something?

[CLEVELAND CRlES]

Boy ain't got sense
God give a chicken.

You want me to stay
on Highway 70?

No, head on up towards Amarillo.

We'll either cross him down there,
or wave goodbye at the border.

Again. Do it again.

Where's the boy's mother?

We left her at home this time.

Boys' night out kind of thing.

Say, lookie here.

Lookie here!

Mr. Andrews gave it to us when
he got himself a newfangled one.

Jesus.

[CLEVELAND LAUGHlNG]

Now, this is music.

[MAN SPEAKlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY
ON RADlO]

You know how long it's been
since l heard this?

Oh, that's an oldie, all right.

Mrs. Andrews' maiden name was
Bourgeois. Half Creole herself, she is.

Mr. Andrews,
he don't like nobody to know.

l suppose that's why he give them
to us. Ha-ha-ha.

MAN [ON RADlO]:
--all-you-can-eat fish fry...

...Thursday at 7:00 in the school
cafeteria. Tickets are $3.50 each.

You can stuff your young'uns for half that.

[CAJUN MUSlC PLAYlNG]

Dance, Lottie?

-Me? Goodness, no.
-Here.

Just follow me.

[KlDS GlGGLlNG]

-Mr. Poe, you sure can move.
-Well, l ought to be able to.

l was raised
in a dime-a-dance whorehouse.

-You're fooling me.
-No, ma'am.

My mama would dance out of the
frying pan and into the back room fire.

Get on your feet, Buzz.

-You and Cleve shake a leg.
-Okay.

Well, go on. Go on!

Dance, boys.

Spin me!

[MUSlC STOPS]

MAN [ON RADlO]: Night before last,
Haynes escaped with another convict...

...Terry James Pugh, who was
found dead near Ben Hur, Texas.

Shot through the head at close range.
Haynes took a hostage, a young boy--

We'll be leaving soon enough.

l'll kill all of you,
you try anything stupid.

What's wrong, Mack?
You look like you seen a ghost.

Come on, Buzz.

-Time to hit the road.
CLEVELAND: Do me again.

Get back over here, now.

-Come on.
MACK: Come on, now!

CLEVELAND: Come on, mister. Again.
-Come on!

[CLEVELAND CRlES]

What'd you wanna go
and hit Cleve for, huh?

He didn't move fast enough
for you? ls that it?

-Huh?
-Shh, shh.

Maybe he gets excited sometimes.
He don't hear everything you say!

You make me sick to my stomach.

[CRYlNG]

Point it at him.

-l don't wanna.
-Point it!

Now, you wanna flip, son?

Sure you do.

Just put your hands between
your legs. l'm not gonna hurt you.

He don't trust you no more.

You gotta earn that, you know.

Go ahead, put your hands
between your legs.

Buzz, go out to the car,
get that rope.

Phillip!

Now, you hold that boy,
and you tell him you love him.

Cleve, l love you.

No, old man! Say it like you mean it.

-This boy knows l love him.
-Say it!

Please, mister.

l got a sense about you.

l know you a good man.

No, l ain't a good man.

l ain't the worst neither.

Just a breed apart.

Now, say it, Mack.

Say it!

lt don't cost nothing.

Cleve...

...l love you.

God...

...that's beautiful.

Get on your knees.

Put your hands behind your back.

[CAJUN MUSlC PLAYlNG]

You can go wait in the car
or you can watch.

You're old enough to think for yourself.

Close your eyes, Cleve.

Lottie, you hold the boy tight.

You shut your eyes too.

Please...

...ain't no use in it.

Mister, l'll give you everything we got.

-Our Father, which art in heaven....
-Shh.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be
done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Mack, Cleve, say it with me.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses as we
forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom
and the power and--

Forever and ever. Amen.

[MUSlC STOPS]

[GROANlNG]

Phillip?

Thanks for your hospitality.

Phillip?

What the hell?

That was a hell of a thing
to do, Phillip!

You're a hero! Probably
be in all the papers tomorrow...

...how you saved those folks. Truth is...

...l don't think l'd have
killed them though.

Only killed two people
in my whole life.

One hurt my mama...

...one hurt you.

What say we talk this over?
Settle things man-to-man.

Then we can be on our way.

l'll even--

l'll even let you drive.

Knock that right off your list.
How would that be?

That's his car. He's afoot.

And he's got a pistol.
Mack says it looks like a .38.

[GRUNTS]

BUTCH:
Alaska, Phillip. Wild and woolly.

Man against nature.
Me personally, l like them odds.

l tell you my daddy lives there?

He's a....

He's the one sent
the picture postcard.

Listen here what he says about it.
"Dear Robert:

Just wanted to tell you that me
leaving has nothing to do with you.

Alaska is a very beautiful place,
colder than hell most all the time.

Someday you can come and visit...

...and we'll maybe get
to know each other better."

[CHUCKLES]

Short and sweet.

That's the old man's style.

We'll, uh-- We'll just rest a while.

Then you make up your mind.

How's that, Phillip?

ADLER: Town called Happy
over in Swisher County.

Radio ahead so whoever gets
there takes it nice and easy.

Governor's having the mother flown in.
You want her on standby?

-Good idea.
-Yeah, have her helicoptered in.

Well, one thing's for sure now.

l definitely believe in ghosts.

Never been shot before.

l'm sorry.

l know you are.

[GROANlNG]

Truth is, if it had to happen, l'm--

l'm glad it was you.

As opposed to someone
l don't know, l mean.

All things considered...

...l feel pretty good.

Listen up, boys!

You better run.

No, Phillip.

l need me a time machine
with a loud radio...

...to take me where l'm going.

Walking's for squares.

OFFlCER:
Hand me that shotgun.

-You don't think he'll hurt the boy?
-No, he won't.

Garnett. Tom Hendricks, FBl.

-You have one of our men with you?
-We do.

-We cordoned off the area.
-Tight?

Watertight. Like a frog's pussy.
Sorry, ma'am.

No doubt an observation based
on personal experience.

Where are they?

By the pond,
behind that dogleg tree.

Officers are in a circle
around them 1 00 yards away.

You got no problem
if l handle this?

What say we both handle it?

-Bradley.
-Sir?

Get me a megaphone.

-One other thing, chief.
-Huh?

Haynes is wounded.
The boy gut-shot him.

You're kidding?

Red. Megaphone.

[MEGAPHONE CHlRPS]

Butch Haynes. This is Red
Garnett of the Texas Rangers.

l know you're hurt.
We got 20, 30 armed men up here.

Look around,
you'll see l'm shooting you straight.

BUTCH: For me? l'm touched. l'm afraid
you'll have to back it up a step or two.

l'm headed to Mexico!

You're headed the wrong direction.

Lying to them, of course.

l'll tell you what. You let the
boy go, you and l'll talk about it.

Well, l appreciate the offer, captain!

But you know l can't do that!

lf you and your pals
back out of here, well...

...l'll drop the boy at the border!

lf you don't,
l'll shoot him in the head!

l mean it!

Don't look at me like that.

l don't even have a gun.

What did you do
with the pistola anyway?

Dropped it in the well.

That's good thinking.

They get away,
we're right back where we started.

-He kills the boy, he'll get the chair.
-He's killed two in two days.

-We don't know he killed them.
-Well, he wasn't sitting at home.

-Besides, who killed Pugh? Casper?
-All right, knock it off!

By the look of things,
it won't make too much difference anyway.

-Concentrate on getting the boy.
BOBBY LEE: Where do you want me, sir?

Right here on the hood.
Can you handle that one?

Yes, l can, sir. Excuse me.

See, Phillip?

Dreams do come true.

-There's your rocket ship.
-You think l'll get a ride in it?

Today's the day.

-That would be the boy's mother.
-Go help her out, Adler.

[GUN COCKS]

All right, Butch.
We got the boy's mama here.

-What's wrong?
-lt's my mama.

Now that you got yourself
a ghost suit...

...think she'll let you
trick-or-treat?

l got to do one house.

Come here.

Put your-- Put your mask back on.

Turn around and scare them.

Hello? Please. He's my only son.

l'll give you money, whatever l can.

Please! l just wanna
take him home with me.

[MEAGAPHONE BEEPS]

Goddamn this son of a bitch.

-Let me see it, Red.
-Here, Bradley.

You ready to go home?

Yes, sir.

Hey, captain! You got any candy?

What?

Candy! You know, Halloween candy!
Popcorn balls...

...caramel apples, gum!
Shit like that.

You all hungry?

You find me some candy...

...l'll deliver up a ghost!

-l got it.
-Get candy.

ADLER:
Okay, everybody! Got any gum, candy?

Any Juicy Fruit? Put it in there.

Let's go! Come on.
We ain't got any time.

His old lady's gotta swear to take him
trick-or-treating every year!

-You all set?
-You say when, l'll say dead.

-Give me your list.
-Butch?

Give me your list. Come on.

Come on, come on.

BUTCH:
One more thing!

She's gotta promise
to take him to the fair...

...for roller coasters
and cotton candy whenever he wants!

l wanna go home. My mama's not bad.
She gives me those things.

Don't kid a kidder, Phillip.

l know just--
l know just how you feel, Phillip.

She promises!

Make her say it!

l-- l promise!

-Can we trust her?
-She's a real good mama.

When you get home, you hide this.

You're not bad, are you, Butch?

Yeah.

Now, listen, Buzz.

l want you--

All right, now l want you
to step out there real slow...

...keeping your paws in the air.

All right, now l want you
to strut over to them cops...

...and yell, "Trick or treat."

-What are you gonna do?
-Something will come to mind.

Bye, Phillip.

lt's been one hell of a ride.

All right, captain!

Make way for
Casper the Friendly Ghost!

Friendliest ghost l know.

Put your mask on.

Put your paws in the air.

Now go tell them like l told you to.

ADLER:
Red....

Take a look at this.

Oh, it's him....

Come on, boy. Keep walking.

Keep walking, boy!

-Call your boy.
-Run! Phillip, run!

Phillip, honey, come on! Phillip!

-He thought better of releasing him.
-lt doesn't mean that.

Personally, l think we negotiated
a pretty fair deal.

Unless there's something else
you want?

Do they want to shoot you?

-Stay on ready.
-Yes, sir.

RED:
Well, l've seen it all now.

-What's he up to?
-Damned if l know.

He's giving himself up.

Keep in mind, he still has a gun.

So l guess--
l guess that's it for Alaska, Phillip.

Chief, we got an armed killer
and an innocent boy out there.

-You clean?
-As a whistle.

All right, you keep him locked down.

Don't squeeze till l say when, you hear?

Where the hell you going?

l'm unarmed...

...so throw your gun down.

lf l had a pistola...

[GROANS]

...l'd be headed
in the other direction.

My partner here, he got--
He got rid of the evidence.

Do l know you, friend?

No. Not really.

Huh.

Well, look, l wanna talk to the boy.

Then we can take care of business.

How's that?

Only take a second.

Okay.

l wanna give you something.

Hold him. lf he makes a move....

Give it a second.

Maybe someday you'll get to go--

He's going for his weapon!

No!

-Oh, God, no!
-Keep everybody back!

-Unh.
-Butch!

Damn, Buzz.
Shot twice in the same day.

No need to worry.
Can't hurt nobody now.

GLADYS:
Oh, my God!

BRADLEY: Doesn't have a gun, chief.
PHlLLlP: Butch!

[GROANlNG]

Butch! Butch!

Butch!

Butch! Butch!

Butch!

[lNDlSTlNCT CHATTER ON RADlO]

-Whoa, whoa! Back off!
-Easy, Red!

-What the hell was that all about?
-l didn't say "when."

[GRUNTS]

Goddamn it!

Red, l thought he had a gun too.

There was just no way of knowing.

[HELlCOPTER ENGlNE STARTlNG]

You know you did
everything you could...

...don't you?

l don't know nothing.

Not one damn thing.

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