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(upbeat music)

(upbeat music cont.)

- Hey.

Goddamn gray-ass day, huh?

- Aw, shit. Why don't you buy your own?

(saw buzzes)

- Okay.

You'll be back.

- Do you have a bathroom?

- Sure. Let me show it to you.

It's in the back.

You go to Jackson? - Yeah.

- You're a cheerleader.

- Mm-hmm. How'd you guess?

- Well, you can tell by the way your tits bounce.

- What?

- I only went out with him once.

I told him I wanted to watch the movie.

Robert Redford is my favorite.

He said he just wanted me to hold it.

"Put it away! The movie's good."

"Just touch it. Please, Rhonda!"

I finally ended up pouring a coke in his lap.

- Goddamn it, Rhonda. Get your ass back behind the grill.

I would really like to read this book.

- Alaska, huh? The three of you will be back in a month!

- It looks like a piece of junk.

- Look, it's in good shape!

- It's just a junker.

- It'll last longer than you.

- Generally, when an employee

has been with us over two years, we like to --

- I've been here over two years?

- Yes, you have.

- Jesus.

- Anyway, could you tell me why you're leaving?

- Sure. The job sucks.

- Could you please put that another way for me?

- I don't know. Maybe.

- You want the car? Tell the man in the office.

(upbeat rock music)

(car door slams)

(upbeat rock music cont.)

(crickets chirping)

Hell. Finally leaving.

- And it's about time.

- [John] So long, suckers!

- [Scott] Bye, you sons of bitches!

- [Susie] So long, animals!

- To tomorrow.

- To tomorrow and to Alaska, the last frontier.

- Where men are men! - And women are pussies.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey, let's go.

Did you guys say goodbye to my parents?

- Jesus, honey.

The only thing your old man ever said to me is,

"Get her pregnant and I'll have your ass."

What'd you buy this cheap piss for?

- [Scott] Saving money.

(car door slams)

(serene music)

(switch clicks) (rock music blaring)

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain, Rocket John,

on the high balling Alaskan Express.

Speed: 75 miles per hour.

No turbulence.

And we're cruising as smooth as an ant

sliding down a camel's ass.

(lively rock music)

(crickets chirping)

(Scott and Susie chuckling)

- If we can buy a boat, next year about this time,

then we'll be able to catch salmon for the next year.

- [John] Scoot over.

- [Susie] Hey!

(switch clicks) (soft rock music)

(Susie moans)

(car door slams)

(Susie moans)

(upbeat rock music)

(horn honks)

(engine revs) (horn honks)

Son of a bitch. (horn honks)

(engine revs)

- Show 'em something good.

(engine revs)

(cars clunking) (tires screeching)

Jesus! - Get those bastards.

(engine revs) (tires screeching)

(cars clunking) (tires screeching)

- This is crazy!

(cars clunking) (engines revving)

- Move closer.

(tires screeching)

(men screaming)

(water splashes)

- Where did you learn how to do that?

- TV.

- (chuckles) Goddamn.

The fun wasn't supposed to start 'til we got there.

(water splashes)

(gulls squawking)

(dramatic music)

- Alaska.

(upbeat music)

(car doors slamming)

- I hope we can find a shower around here.

My nuts sure itch.

(traffic hums)

♪ It's rainin' all over the world ♪

♪ Tonight, the longest night ♪

(patrons cheering)

♪ She came to me like a friend ♪

♪ She blew in on a southern wind ♪

♪ Now my heart is turned to stone again ♪

♪ There's gonna be a showdown ♪

♪ Save me ♪

♪ Oh, save me ♪

♪ There's gonna be a showdown ♪

(patrons yelling and screaming)

- What do the natives drink up here?

- Well, the real natives are the Eskimos

and they drink something called hooch.

But that ain't the thing for two sweet boys like you.

- [Scott] Two shots of hooch. Susie?

- [Susie] A beer! I'll leave the heroics to you two.

(Susie giggles)

(Scott sighs) (John coughs)

- Easy, easy.

- Hey! Two more.

- You wanna pay for the first round?

- Sure, how much? - Eight.

Six for the hooch, two for the beer.

- [Susie] What?

- You must've just come from the lower 48.

This is Alaska. You'll get used to the prices here.

- Two more.

- [Susie] So that's the way it's gonna be?

I'm gonna have to carry you two out?

- Oh, come on, Susie.

- Okay, sure, drink our money up.

- Goddamn it! - Hey, let her go.

You follow her around like a puppy.

- [John] Bullshit.

(Scott belches)

(upbeat rock music cont.)

- Nothing but shit-kicking country in there.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yep. The town's full of hillbillies.

Texas oil crackers and okies.

They all like a little twang with their beer.

You look like you've spent your life getting up at dawn,

squeezing cows' tits and walking barefoot in cut hay.

- (chuckles) You're not even close.

- Oh, never is. Sounds good though, huh?

(chuckles) I'm Frank Sanders.

- Susan Reed.

- You with the two cheechakos?

- The what?

- The two tenderfoots drinking themselves sick at the bar?

What're you doing up here?

- Salmon fishing.

About a year, we'll have our own boat.

(Frank chuckles)

What's so funny?

- I've heard that dream.

(Scott belches) (mellow country music)

Say, you wanna dance?

- No, thank you.

- Come on.

Come on. Your boyfriend's too drunk to entertain you.

- Yeah, that's for sure.

(John belches)

(glass thuds)

(bottles clinking) (alcohol splashing)

(bottles thudding)

What do you do? You don't look so worn out.

- [Frank] I'm the union rep on the pipeline.

That means I get to play God around here.

- Why? Jobs are that tough to get?

- Jobs are that tough to get.

(patrons chattering) (mellow music cont.)

(Scott sighs)

(Scott and John belching)

(John moans)

(Scott belches)

Of course, it's like anything else.

It helps to know somebody.

- And you're somebody? - Yeah, I could be.

Of course, it works the other way, too, if I don't like ya.

God and the devil aren't so far apart up here.

- Well, I've got two guys who need some salvation.

What do you say?

- [Frank] I like you.

- I can feel that.

Come on. I'd like you to meet them.

Hey! - Huh?

- [Susie] Tell them what you just told me.

- Who is this? - Frank Sanders.

- He works on the pipeline.

- [John] Are you one of them tundra rapers?

- I don't wanna hear any of that Sierra Club shit.

- Tundra. Is that what they make hooch out of?

- You may need some help.

- We're all out. - Look me up.

- Thank you. - Hey, pick it up, old man.

- [Susie] Oh, God. I don't even wanna talk to you.

- Well, then, don't, goddamn it.

(glass clattering)

Hey!

I showed that bastard!

- Ooh!

Oh, do you have any beds in here?

- Yeah, three cots upstairs. 30 bucks.

- 30 bucks? - Yeah!

- [Susie] Shit.

(Scott grunts)

- [Scott] Oh, God, he's heavy.

(Scott grunts)

- Ow! - Susie.

(Scott grunts)

- How you doin'? - Okay.

Everything's spinning.

- Sure is good to be here, isn't it?

- Oh, yeah. Sure is.

(Scott grunts)

- [Susie] Oh.

- Wait a minute. Wait.

Okay. Here we go.

- Ow! (giggles) - Oh.

Oh, God!

(Scott grunts)

(John moans)

- [John] Oh.

Jesus Christ, my head. Shit.

- Talk softer.

- Oh, no! - Shit.

Goddamn it.

Hell.

Did they find the bread?

- Oh, no.

- Any left?

- Only what we brought into the bar. It's not even 200.

- Won't last three days up here.

- Do you have the guy's number?

- Yeah.

- Call him.

(upbeat music)

(sparks crackling)

(door thuds)

- Frank, I was just coming to see you.

- You still can, Susie.

- Scott and John asked me to thank you for their jobs.

- Oh, yeah. Which one's yours again?

- John.

- Oh, the goofy-looking one.

- I have another favor to ask you.

- Well, get in.

(car door slams)

You want a job too?

- Well, I ran a bowling alley back home,

and I can do personnel, or public relations.

I can type.

- Susie, I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna lean in and I'm gonna kiss ya,

and the longer you hold it, the better the job.

- Frank.

- Two seconds isn't very long.

- I think you got it all wrong, Frank.

- Yeah, I guess we both do.

Hey.

Don't give up on me, baby.

I know a job you're gonna love.

(car door slams)

- [Patron] Hey! More coffee!

- Yeah. One second.

- I need the check. I gotta go.

- Yeah.

- [Diner Owner] Susie, we got eggs up here.

- Can I have a word with you over here a minute?

- [Susie] Yeah.

(Susie sighs)

(patrons chattering)

More coffee?

- All right, thank you. - You're welcome.

(Susie sighs)

I'm so sick of hamburgers.

- Hamburger.

- Right now!

(groceries clattering)

- [Mother] Arnold!

- [Thief] Let's go, let's go.

Everyone stay still, nobody move!

Nobody move!

- Shrimp or crab?

(alarm bell rings)

- Jesus Christ, he had a gun! - Call the police.

- They're on their way! (siren wails)

(siren wails)

(tires screeching)

(car door slams)

- Go get 'em, coppers.

(steaks sizzle) (mellow music)

- The vultures. - Mm-hm.

Mm.

Man, that's good.

- Can't beat the price.

♪ Feelin' that crazy feelin' ♪

♪ Gettin' that midnight glow ♪

♪ So bring your body over here ♪

♪ And let me dance you slow ♪

♪ We got a long time 'til the mornin' ♪

♪ And I swear, right here and now ♪

♪ Honey, tonight I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ The best that I know how ♪

♪ Movin' in time together ♪

♪ Now, doesn't it seem so right? ♪

♪ I wanna turn your sweet, your sweet love light on ♪

♪ And make you shine all night ♪

♪ Now, I can't tell you about tomorrow ♪

♪ But I tell you, I tell you right here and now ♪

♪ Honey, tonight I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ The best that I know how ♪

♪ I'm gonna rock you and roll you ♪

♪ I'm gonna do everything that you want me to do ♪

♪ For I got, I got so much love ♪

♪ That you can't measure ♪

♪ So come on, child, tell me, tell me what's your pleasure ♪

♪ We got a long time 'til the mornin' ♪

♪ And I swear, right, right here and now ♪

♪ Honey, tonight, I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ The best that I know how ♪

(door squeaks)

(door thuds)

(door creaks)

- Got it? - Yep.

There you are.

- Okay.

(footsteps clacking)

Hi.

- Hi.

What's that for?

- You have to have one. Everybody up here has a gun.

Can I bum a quarter off you for the jukebox?

- Sure.

(coin clinks)

Thanks, sport.

(footsteps clacking)

(coin clacks)

(soft rock music)

- You, uh, like the song?

- Sure.

- I mean, it's your quarter. You paid for it.

- Right. It's fine.

♪ I can't get it out of my head ♪

- Mind doing some work for me?

♪ No, I can't get it out ♪

- Why're you up here?

- Came up with my old man. He split and I stayed.

- How come?

- Most of the world's so boring.

Up here, I've cleaned bunk houses, I've waitressed.

I've held up road signs eight hours a day. (chuckles)

Painted shacks.

- What do you do now?

- I work for the pipeline payroll office.

- (chuckles) I'm with the pipeline too.

- The hell with the pipeline.

I don't wanna talk about the pipeline.

How'd you like to come back to my place?

- Huh?

- My place?

You and me?

- Sure.

♪ Morning don't get here tonight ♪

- I've, uh, got some good smoke.

- [Scott] How about to drink?

- Beer.

♪ And I can't get it out of my head ♪

♪ No, I can't get it out of my head ♪

- There's just one thing.

Maybe, uh, you could help me out a little bit.

- What's that?

- My apartment is very beautiful, but it's also

very expensive and I'm short 50 bucks this month.

- 50 bucks?

- Yeah.

- I don't pay for it.

- Oh, is that the way you see it?

- Yeah. That's the way I see it.

- Well, then, maybe you better just beat it.

(ax clunks)

- Hey.

- Hi.

(guns thudding)

Draw!

(Susie giggles)

- Here's how you shoot.

Stand with your feet shoulder width apart,

gun in right hand, left hand to steady,

aim down the sight, take a breath,

let it out, and slowly squeeze.

Don't pull the trigger.

(gun fires) (birds squawking)

- You missed.

- That's not the point. My form was perfect.

- Try another one.

(gun fires)

- (chuckles) You missed again.

- Look, I got this down. Why don't you try, huh?

(gun fires)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(guns firing)

(gun clicks) (gun fires)

- Must be the wind.

- There isn't any wind.

(gun fires) (glass shatters)

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

- John.

- Hi. - Hi.

What're you doing here? - They let us off early.

- Come here.

- [John] Can I come back here?

It's okay? (chuckles) Where you taking me?

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

(Susie sighs)

What's wrong? - Oh, I don't know.

This isn't the way it's supposed to be.

We're on a goddamn treadmill.

- Well, why don't you quit? I'll cover you.

- No.

I wanna get that boat by next year and pull in the salmon.

Besides, what would I do all day

without that fat ass grabbing my rear?

- Is he still pulling that shit? I'll go bust his --

- You're always threatening and blowing off steam,

but you'd never hurt anybody.

- Well, I'll go bust his ass open!

- No. Shh.

- You, too. You're the same way.

- [Diner Owner] Susie, get your goddamn butt back in here!

People are waiting!

- [Susie] Coming, damn it!

See you. - See you.

(door creaks)

(engine revs)

- Hi. What's going on?

- Oh, we're bringing a shipment up north.

- Oh, yeah?

Nobody told me anything about it before I came on.

- That's funny. Must be because this is a regular run.

- What're you carrying? - Few odds and ends.

- Mind if I take a look?

- Suppose not.

But, uh, you're making a problem for nothin'.

(truck door slams)

(truck doors rattling)

- A few odds and ends? - Yeah, nothin' major.

- Let's see the authorization.

- Hey, what're you talking about?

- The papers.

- Hey, there is no papers. This is our regular run.

- Bullshit. There's gotta be papers.

- Doesn't this asshole know what's going on?

- Hey. Quiet.

Say, kid, you don't know what you're stepping on.

- It's beginning to smell like shit.

Nothing moves.

- Scott, what's the problem?

- They don't have any authorization on this load.

- No, it's okay. I know them, I know this run.

- Yeah, but the site boss told me

nothing moves without papers.

- I'm telling you it's okay.

- No go.

- Into the trucks. This stuff moves.

(truck doors clunk)

- Back the trucks up into the site. Nothing moves.

- Punk, the trucks go.

- Up yours. (gun cocks)

I said have him back it up.

- All right, back it up.

- [Driver] Hey, are you sure?

We could just run this kid right over.

- Back it up!

(truck door slams)

(engine revs)

You're fucking crazy, you know that?

You keep that pistol around.

- I will.

(sparks crackling)

- We hear you're quitting.

- You got the wrong guy. - We got the right guy.

- I'm not quittin'. It's an okay job.

- Kid, you're dumber than you look.

(pipe clanging)

- Yeah, I just remembered something.

I decided to quit last night.

Why am I quittin'?

- Bored with the job.

- Right. very boring job.

- Here's your last check.

- Huh? - You're through.

(Scott sighs)

- You said everything had to have paper on it.

- I know what I said. That doesn't change anything.

- That equipment was being stolen!

- [Site Manager] Take it and consider yourself lucky.

- Lucky?

- You weren't killed.

(Scott sighs)

(water splashes)

(sighs) I don't regret it.

- [John] Yeah?

- [Scott] I don't mind people stealing,

just as long as it's not in front of me.

- [John] What now?

- [Scott] You wanna go home?

- [John] (scoffs) Where's home?

- [Scott] Home's gonna be the back of the hearse,

if we don't find jobs pretty fast.

- I've told you 100 times, keep your goddamn hands off me!

- I've had it with you! - Let go!

- I don't wanna see your face in here again!

- You won't!

(plate shatters)

(group murmuring)

What happened?

- No way we'll get the job. - Know what he said to us?

- What?

- "Go back where you came from."

- Son of a bitch.

(mellow music)

- Landlady said you guys were behind and I could take it.

(mellow music cont.)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ One thing I have learned through these years ♪

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How's it going?

- Great.

Just great. - Set two up here, Frank.

- You look like you're really beat.

- What's the matter? You need another foot massage?

- Maybe you can understand this.

Then again, maybe you can't.

Sometimes I need money.

And when I do, I go out and get it.

Are you broke?

- Yeah.

- (chuckles) Why didn't you say so?

Can I have two beers, please?

I'm feeling kind of funny tonight, you know?

I don't much feel like drinking alone, and you're cute

and dark, and you don't like to pay for it.

- [Scott] Right.

- Well, you won't have to pay for it tonight.

- [Scott] I won't?

- No.

(door slams) (Cindy chuckles)

That's it, right there.

♪ You're losin' all the time you never win ♪

(sighs) What're you doing in the back seat?

- [Scott] Come here.

- What for?

- [Scott] I've got something to show you.

(car door slams) ♪ You gotta save me now ♪

♪ You better turn around ♪

♪ When I looked around ♪

♪ I was heading down ♪

♪ Won't somebody throw me down a line? ♪

(Scott grunts) (Cindy gasps)

- Oh, oh! - Beat it!

(fist thuds) (Scott screams)

Get your ass outta here!

(fist thuds) (Scott groans)

(knee thuds)

(Scott groans)

(car clunks)

♪ If that's the way it's gotta be ♪

♪ Roll it over and you will see ♪

(Scott pants)

- You know, it's really terrible what happens to tourists.

You gotta be a little more careful, Scott.

♪ Can't you see the sign? ♪

♪ When I looked around ♪

♪ I was heading down ♪

♪ Won't somebody ♪

- [Susie] Scott?

(Scott pants)

Scott.

What happened to you?

Oh, God!

- Some of Sanders' guys jumped me.

- [John] That son of a bitch. Are you all right, Scott?

- I'll live.

- Oh, hold still.

- [John] Are you sure you're all right?

- Oh.

- No.

- Oh, man.

- Well, those cuts give you character, you know?

(Susie chuckles)

(Scott sighs)

(rain splashes)

(thunder claps)

What'd you get? - Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing?

- They've been watching us.

They know we've been pinching stuff.

- What's in the bag?

- [John] Dog food.

- Dog food?

You spent our last money on dog food?

- Well, 88 cents doesn't go a hell of a long way up here.

I could've gotten a couple Twinkies.

At least this has got some nutrition.

(can lid scrapes)

Delicious.

- Dog food.

Feed it to your cat, your hamster, or your baby brother.

100% shit.

- Hey, shut up, would ya?

(Scott pants)

Hey, that's chicken. I got some beef, if you wanna try it.

- Beef? - Yeah, you wanna try beef?

(Scott groans)

(Scott pants)

(melancholy music)

- I don't wanna do this. I lost my virginity in this truck.

- You wanna eat?

- Say, what can I do for you?

- We wanna sell it.

- This turkey? I don't think I can get rid of it.

- Good! Let's go. - Wait a minute.

She's a real classic. She runs great.

- [Susie] Cruises at 80.

- Give you 200 for it. - No less than three.

- 250.

- Sold.

- Shit.

(melancholy music)

Son of a bitch. That's Sanders.

Come on.

- [John] Hey, all right. Dumb shit left his keys.

(car door slams)

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

- What do you wanna do with this thing?

- I don't know. What do you wanna do with it?

- (chuckles) Well, we gotta do something with it.

(upbeat rock music)

- Scott, come on, man!

Oh, God.

What're you doing?

No!

- What's the matter? You car sick?

♪ Two drifters sailing wide and high ♪

♪ When summer breezes blow across your mind ♪

♪ With you, I will walk the line ♪

- [John] Come on, man, go, go, go, go!

Hit it, hit it, hit it!

♪ I want it so fine ♪

Hey, he's a bowler! (chuckles)

♪ I want it so fine ♪

- Yeah!

(glass shatters)

(John and Scott laughing)

♪ People walkin' hand in hand ♪

♪ Everybody's singing to the band ♪

♪ I want to be where the stars shine bright ♪

- Wait'll he sees what you did to his car.

♪ I want it so fine ♪

(car clunks)

♪ I want it so fine ♪

(car clunks)

- You are absolutely bats, man.

Yee-haw!

Ah!

(car clunks)

(Scott and John chuckling)

(John chuckles)

(glass shatters)

How'd you learn how to drive like that?

- Go-carts. (chuckles)

- That's a well built car. - Or it was.

(Scott and John chuckling)

- [John] I really didn't think you were going

over that mound of dirt.

I really am shocked.

- You know what? Neither did I.

(patrons laughing) (upbeat rock music)

How's your pissing these days?

- I'm not doing that again.

- Why not? We made $600.

- No, I made $600. You didn't do shit.

- Start drinking.

(glass clinking)

Attention! Attention!

- [Patron] Sit down, fruit.

- There are very few known truths in the world

and I only know one.

And that's that my friend here

can piss farther than any man or woman in this room.

- Shit.

- Prove it!

- If any of you have your nuts on straight,

we'll be in the parking lot with $400.

- [Patron] I got it, I got it.

- Where the hell are we gonna get $400?

- Don't lose.

- Jesus.

(crowd chattering)

Hey, you all right?

- Come on, let's get this on!

Come on, come on. - Okay!

Okay, quiet down! Quiet down, now!

Okay.

All right. Here we go!

Ready?

Go!

(crowd cheering)

(urine splashes)

All right!

(crowd cheering)

Yeah.

How're you doing?

Look, they're cruising the town

for one of their local heroes, Big Ed.

They'll pull him off the rig if they have to.

For your strength.

- What the hell is going on? I'm out busting my ass --

- Keep drinking. We're making escape money.

We just made $400!

- 400?

- Yeah, and we're about to make 600 more.

- [Susie] Drink, you bastard! Woo!

- Hello, I'm Big Ed.

(children giggling)

- Which way do I shoot? - Whoa, this way, this way!

(crowd yelling over each other)

- Are there any objections if his girlfriend holds him up?

- Hell, she can hold it for him, if she wants to.

- Oh, come on.

(crowd chattering)

- [Local] Big Ed!

- Okay, ready?

Get set!

Go!

(crowd cheering)

All right!

(crowd cheering and laughing)

Okay!

(Scott and Susie laughing)

Okay!

Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah.

What's this?

- Pipeline payroll check, for Christ's sake.

They'll cash it.

- Okay, keep counting.

- [Local] Nice shooting, kid.

- Hi.

Hey, I nearly spent it all,

but we got ourselves a '57 Pontiac.

Adios, Alaska. (John groans)

(Susie giggles)

Hi.

We wanna cash this.

- Fine. Which one of you is Ed Ramos?

- Neither. He endorsed it over to us.

- (chuckles) Afraid I can't help you.

You'll have to bring Mr. Ramos in with you.

- That's impossible.

We don't know how long it'd take to find him.

We're leaving for the states tomorrow and we need cash.

- I can't help you.

Payroll checks are stolen all the time

and we are very careful.

- Goddamn it. Cash the check, so we can eat tonight.

- I'll call the police.

- All right. - Okay.

We're leaving.

- Shit!

What do you have to do to get a break around here, huh?

- She had money to burn. I saw it.

- We all did. - Give you any ideas?

- Forget it, John. - Why should I?

Why don't we go in there and get the money,

and screw the bastards?

- 'Cause I don't feel like a hold-up, man, okay?

- Let's do it!

- Oh, shit. Not you too.

- Her too. Yes or no?

- I don't know.

- Is that a no? - No.

- A yes? - No.

- Well, what is it, then? We can take it!

- I don't know.

- Oh, God.

- What? - We're gonna do it.

(fire crackling) (mellow acoustic guitar music)

I wish it was tomorrow.

I just wanna do it and get it done.

- We will.

- [John] How do you feel, Susie?

- Take it easy.

Give him a beer, would ya?

- I just wish it was tomorrow, that's all. I'm ready.

(mellow music cont.)

(bottle clunks)

(door creaks)

- [Scott] Put your hands in the air! This is a holdup!

- [John] Up against the wall, all of you. Get your hands up.

Up, up, up, up, up.

- [Scott] Nobody move!

- [John] Hey, what the hell are you doing,

you dumb son of a bitch?

- [Scott] Into the safe.

(Susie hums) (suspenseful music)

- [John] Come on!

Come on.

What the hell's taking you...

Come on.

(tires screeching)

- Cops.

(horn honks)

- [Scott] Cops!

(tense music)

Ah! - Oh, Jesus.

Get going.

- [Scott] Don't move!

- [John] Come on, goddamn it. Keep movin'.

(suspenseful music)

(Cindy moans)

Drop it! Drop it, or I'll kill her!

Goddamn it, I ain't shitting you! I'll kill her!

- [Scott] Back away from the car! Back up!

- Oh. (moans)

(Cindy yelps) - Fuck!

- [Scott] Don't move!

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

- [John] Come on! Come on, goddamn it!

Keep your ass movin'.

Come on!

(tires screeching)

Here we go. Get your ass in there.

(dramatic funk music)

(Scott pants)

- Oh my God. - Come on!

(Cindy yelps)

(car door slams)

(engine revs)

(dramatic music cont.)

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

(music from car radio)

- Shut that off.

- Bite it!

- I wanna drive. Let me drive.

- Later. - I wanna drive now!

- Come on, let me drive! - Later!

(tire bangs) (tires screeching)

- Blowout!

Hey, don't brake! Don't brake!

(tires screeching)

(car doors slamming)

- [John] Get the spare on.

- There is no spare.

- There is no spare?

You stupid son of a bitch! No spare on a getaway car?

- Don't call me that. - What the hell is the ma --

- Come on, man! - You dumb shit!

- Come on! - God damn you!

God damn you!

- [Scott] Come on!

- Jesus. - Goddamn it.

- Come on!

- [Susie] Stop it!

- [Reporter] The police report they have no solid leads

in the pipeline payroll robbery in Ketchikan,

in which a 20 year-old pipeline employee was taken hostage.

General Oil is offering a reward of $5,000

for information leading to the safe return of Ms. Young.

The take in the robbery was reportedly only $2,500.

- Oh, shit.

- What's that?

- Nothin'.

- Always someone looking for the easy way.

- [Scott] Why'd you leave me in the parking lot?

- Those men were dangerous

and I didn't wanna stick around and get my ass beaten too.

- Shit, lady.

You got a lot of guts.

- Well, who the hell do you think you are?

You're nobody but a guy I let slip between my legs once.

And that's it.

- You're something, you know that?

You're really something. - Hey!

We just made the radio.

- Terrific.

The oil company's offered five grand to get you back.

They must love you or somethin'.

- $5,000?

You're worth $5,000?

- Knock it off.

- I mean, I remember you really wiggled your ass,

but even with the way prices are up here,

$50 seemed to cover you pretty well.

- You bastard.

(gun fires)

- Down!

(Scott and woman panting)

(Scott sighs)

Son of a bitch.

(engine hums)

- What're we gonna do with her?

As soon as we start going through towns again,

they'll spot her.

- Yep. Her picture's gonna be in all the newspapers.

- We gotta let her go.

Did you hear me, Scott?

- It's freezing at night.

She'd be a frozen board by morning.

- Well, we'll give her a blanket.

She's gotta take her chances, just like us.

What do you say?

- No.

- Well, we can't kill her.

- It's the only way.

- It's two to one.

(tires screeching)

- Listen to me.

Stay in the blanket.

Keep moving.

Stay on the road.

Somebody will be by.

(mellow music)

(car door slams)

(engine revs)

(engine hums)

(Scott sighs)

What the hell are we doing?

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

Get in.

Get in!

(car door slams)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(birds chirping)

(bear growling)

(gun cocks)

(gun fires) (bear growls)

(horn honks)

What...

(car door slams)

Christ.

Somebody finally hit something.

(fire crackles) (birds chirping)

What a meal.

This is breakfast.

There's one meal I wanna have before I die.

Venison, bear and buffalo.

All at the same time. All hunted down by me.

- (chuckles) Macho, macho, macho.

- Thank you.

- (chuckles) Macho.

(gulls squawking)

- I never thought we'd be leaving like this.

- Cindy's probably thinking the same thing.

(car door clicks open)

(car door slams)

Here.

(Scott pants)

Are you all right?

- Have you guys got any plans for me?

I mean, I'm being dragged around here like a sack of shit,

and I'm not even getting paid for it.

- Do you have a better way? - Yes.

I've peddled my ass before.

Now it's your turn. You peddle it.

- What?

- You really don't know what to do with me, do you?

Well, I'll tell you what to do with me.

The pipeline wants me back and they'll pay a ransom.

- Why should they?

- Public relations.

The last thing they want is a dead employee

because they refused to pay sneezing money.

- What's sneezing money?

- $300,000.

- You're crazy.

- Am I?

- She's getting us in over our heads.

- We're half under now. Christ, let's up the stakes.

- Is it worth it?

- What're we gonna do? Kill her?

Let her go?

Make her a partner?

Sometimes you do things that change your life.

- What's a lot of money gonna do to change our lives?

- I don't know. Let's find out.

Our message is simple.

You want your employee back safe and free?

We want $300,000.

Without it, she dies.

Get together the money in 10s and 20s,

unmarked and ready to deliver.

The time and place will be relayed to you

in a later message.

- [Cindy] Hello? This is Cindy Young.

Please do what they say.

If you don't, they'll kill me.

Please hurry. You haven't much time.

- [John] (chuckles) "Our message is simple."

- [Scott] I didn't think I had it in me!

- You're just a mean bastard, Scott. Admit it.

(Scott laughs)

How'd I do? - Ah, not bad. Needs work.

(men talking over each other)

- Gentlemen, let's be realistic.

They have us by the short hairs

and I don't see 'em letting go.

- Mr. Williams, does the FBI. have any leads in this case?

- No comment.

- Can you tell us, will the exchange take place this week?

- Where will the exchange take place?

- Has the FBI actually verified the authenticity --

- Have you received any tapes, or pictures, or anything?

Will there be a press release?

- [Reporter] How do you know the girl is safe?

(serene music)

- [Susie] What if somebody comes out here?

- It's the kinda place only used on weekends.

(Susie chuckles)

- [Susie] What if there's an alarm?

- I don't think so.

- There's no alarm.

(serene music cont.)

You oughta look at this. - What is it?

- Come here and see.

(group laughing)

- [Scott] (chuckles) Go get her, John.

(Susie giggles)

- Hey, stop it!

(chuckles) Stop it.

Cookies and milk are good when you can't sleep.

- There's a lot of little boy left in you, isn't there?

- Hope so.

(romantic music)

And a little girl left in you.

- John.

- Huh? - John.

Wake up. - What?

- I don't know about tomorrow.

- It'll be okay.

Don't worry.

- When it's all over, can you and me go away together?

- Yeah. - Alone?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

(car door clicks open)

(car phone buzzes)

- Henderson. - You're at the yard?

- I am.

- You have the money?

- [Henderson] I do.

- You followed all our instructions?

- [Henderson] Yes.

- Okay. You get a gold star, Mr. Henderson.

Now, across the way,

there is a freight car with sliding doors open,

and there's a red flag tied to it.

Do you see it?

- Yes.

- Now, listen carefully.

Take the duffle and walk across the yard,

and put it in the car, right on the edge, between the doors.

Then turn right around and go back to your car.

Do you understand?

- See you at the arraignment, sugar.

Mr. Henderson, stick it where your mama never washed.

(phone clacks)

(car phone clacks)

(car door slams)

(car door slams)

(train clunks)

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

(tense funk music)

- Right on time. - Shit!

Faster.

(tense funk music cont.)

Hey!

Look!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Hey, knock it off! What're you doing?

- Sorry.

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

(engine revs) (tense music cont.)

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

Hey, who is that guy?

(engines revving)

(cars clunking)

- He's got a gun!

- Get down!

(gun fires)

(glass shatters)

- Oh, God!

(engine revs)

(cars clunking)

(tires screeching)

(car thumps)

(engine revs)

(Henderson grunts)

(tense funk music)

(car doors slamming)

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(car doors slamming)

(Scott sighs)

- We gotta leave you here.

(doorbell rings)

- [Susie] Hurry up, somebody's coming! Goodbye, Cindy.

- [John] Bye.

- I'm scared. (romantic music)

- Come on, Scott! - Come on, Scott!

You're gonna blow it!

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)

- I think you're gonna be very excited by this new job.

- Thank you, sir. I'm sure I will.

(engine revs)

(John and Scott grunt)

- Stop!

- There's gotta be some way to get this goddamn...

(engine revs) Goddamn it!

I'm gonna kill you when this is over!

What'd you come down this road for, you bitch?

- Cram it, sucker!

- Try again! Go again!

- When did you become such a goddamn leader?

I wanna know one thing. How much money have we got left?

- $300,075.

- That's $75 we can spend.

- How soon 'til the rest? - Oh, a couple years.

Probably not in this country.

They gotta have the number of each bill.

- Oh, great.

- Oh, don't let it bother you.

We'll just go back to work, John!

- Shit!

- Gun her!

Gun her!

Okay!

- [John] Goddamn it. Why'd you have to buy a standard?

(engine revs)

(machinery hums)

(metal clinking)

(metal clinking)

(soft rock music)

(Scott drowned out by music) ♪ How you feelin' ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

Want a beer? - Yeah.

- John? - Sure.

♪ For real, not a dream ♪

- How you doing? ♪ I just can't believe ♪

- I don't know.

- Is it your period?

- (scoffs) Jesus. Everything is biology with you.

Did you mean what you said back in that house?

About going off alone, you and me?

I want more of you, John.

- Well, we can't do it now. - Well, what's it gonna take?

- Drinks. ♪ I look into the sky ♪

♪ The love you need ain't gonna see you through ♪

♪ And I wonder ♪ (glass shatters)

(peeler scrapes)

- Hi. - Hi.

(hand slaps) - (gasps) Oh.

- Ah! Stop! (Susie giggles)

(Scott grunts) (Susie giggles)

- Oh! (Scott chuckles)

(Scott grunts) (Susie giggles)

(Scott and Susie giggling)

(soft, sentimental music)

(car rattles)

(car door slams)

(door thuds)

(Susie giggles) - Whoa, ah! Hey!

(Susie and Scott chuckling) (muffled water splashes)

Oh, that was so nice.

(Susie and Scott chuckling)

(groceries clatter)

(door slams)

(Susie giggles)

(John pants)

(car door slams)

(John sighs)

(engine revs) - John!

Wait! Goddamn it!

John!

(engine revs)

♪ Just got back from the downtown party ♪

♪ Where the music was so sweet ♪

♪ it knocked me right back in the alley ♪

♪ I'm ready ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm ready ♪

♪ Really gonna rock tonight ♪

♪ Sweet little lady sings like a songbird and she sings ♪

(engine revs)

(car door slams)

(footsteps clacking)

(horn honks)

(engine revs)

- Hey, where can I find breakfast?

- [Pedestrian] End of the street.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Anything particular in mind?

- Not really. I'd like to look at that camera.

- (chuckles) You have a good eye.

That's a Pentax.

Beautiful lens.

Clear and clean.

- May I look through the viewfinder?

- Of course.

(camera shutter clicks)

- Gotcha. I'll take it.

- Fine.

It's a special. $249.

- That's a good price.

- [Shop Owner] Hey, goddamn it!

(tense funk music)

(John pants)

(shop owner pants)

(shop owner grunts)

(fist thuds)

- You want money, here's your goddamn money!

(car door slams)

(shop owner grunts)

(engine revs)

(tense funk music cont.)

(tires screeching)

- Hey, Sheriff, you wanna take a look at these bills?

They're all new.

(food sizzles)

(door clicks open)

(John sighs)

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

- John?

- I blew it.

I lifted a camera and I banged a man up doing it.

There's a lot of heat.

I'm heading north into Canada

and I'm taking the rest of my third.

(plaintive music)

- Stupid bastard.

(metal clangs)

(door slams)

(car door slams)

(door creaks)

Afraid you weren't gonna give us time to come.

- Hey.

Once we get on the road, all there is

is that fast-food shit.

I'm sorry.

(engine revs)

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching)

(traffic hums)

(horn blares)

- What're you doing?

- Nothing! - Do you wanna slug me?

- [John] No.

- Do you want to hit me?

Go ahead!

Go on!

- Look, don't tell me how to be angry.

I got my own way of being angry, okay?

Bastard! You bastard!

You goddamn bastard!

(horn honks) - Guys, get out of the road!

(Scott groans)

- Are you all right? God, you guys are crazy!

(Scott and John panting)

- Is it over?

Is there gonna be more?

I don't wanna stumble over you guys balling on the floor.

- It's all over now, John.

(John sighs)

- Yeah.

- Let's get outta here.

(mellow music)

- [Scot] Hey, I think it's time to get rid of old blue.

(engine revs)

(car doors slamming)

(machine clicks rapidly)

(upbeat music)

- Afternoon.

Uh, could you please back the car over to the side?

- This won't take long, will it?

- No. Not at all.

(engine revs) (tires screeching)

(upbeat music)

(siren wails)

(sirens wailing)

- Oh, mother!

(engine roars) (tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

- Shit.

- Keep going.

- They're not gonna stop.

- Oh, God.

- I'm moving this bastard.

- Touch the gas and I'll have you up

in front of the goddamn board tonight.

- [Susie] Oh!

- Floor the whore!

(engine roars)

(siren wails) - Oh, goddamn!

Where are they coming from?

- Shotgun!

(gun fires) (glass shatters)

(John pants)

- Is anybody hurt? - John?

- I think it's just some glass.

(dramatic music)

I'm all right, honey. Honest, I'm all right.

(engine revs) (tires screeching)

(moody music)

- You all right?

- I'm fine.

- You're bleeding a lot.

- Yeah, I know. Let's just keep going.

Kick the heater up full. It's cold back here.

- (sighs) Enjoy it all now. We're almost out of gas.

- When did that happen?

- Well, I figure we were real low

when those crazies starting shooting and chasing.

- Shit. There's not gonna be any gas in this goddamn tundra.

- That's all that's left.

(muffled police radio chatter)

- What do you think?

- They're still on the Canadian side.

The Canadians are bitching about getting their units back.

- Yeah, I think we can loosen up.

If they're in these hills, there's not gonna be

a hell of a lot left to find in the morning.

- Mm.

(wind whistles)

(owl hoots)

- Know what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinking we're in the middle of a big, hot desert,

and the sun is coming down in buckets,

and there's not a drop of water in sight.

- Think we'd be better off outside.

Move around?

Come on, let's get outta here. Move around.

(car door clicks open)

(wind whistles)

(car doors slamming)

I'm gonna go look for help.

- Help? There may not be anything out there.

It's better than just sitting.

- Scott, Jesus.

Stay on the road, just stay right on it,

and don't go anywhere where we can't find you.

- Don't wait around for me if something better comes up.

- [Susie] Be careful.

- Hey, it was fun while it lasted.

- It's not over yet.

(somber music)

- Come on. It's warmer in the car.

(car door slams)

(wind whistles)

Wake up.

Hey, wake up.

Come on, stay awake.

Come on.

Let's sing, okay?

- Sing?

For what?

- Come on.

♪ Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' ♪

♪ Oh, my darlin' Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost and gone forever ♪

- Oh, it's so cold. ♪ Oh, my darlin' Clementine ♪

Hey! Stay awake!

(wind whistles) (somber music)

♪ You are lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Oh, my darlin' Clementine ♪

(somber music)

(distant dog howls)

(Susie gasps)

That's the way people freeze out here.

(Susie breathes heavily)

(wind howls)

(wind whistles)

- John.

John.

John.

(Susie sobs)

(horn honks)

No.

(Susie whimpers)

Help!

Help!

- Huh?

- [Susie] John!

- [Scott] John!

(Scott grunts)

John.

- John!

John.

John! (sobs)

- John!

- John! - John!

John!

(hand slaps) John!

(Susie sobs)

(hand slaps) John! John!

- John! - John!

Get up, John!

John!

- John!

(hand slaps) - John!

- Hey. Christ, you're gonna kill me.

- (chuckles) John, John!

- Yeah! - God, it's so goddamn cold.

- John! (chuckles)

(Scott pants)

- Okay.

Come on. Let's get him inside.

(Scott grunts)

- Did you bring any food?

- Did the best I could! - That's not good enough.

- You son of a bitch.

You're lucky you're alive!

(Susie chuckles) (Scott pants)

- The money.

The money.

(mellow music)

(engine revs)

♪ Feelin' that crazy feelin' ♪

♪ Gettin' that midnight glow ♪

- We're gonna make it.

- Haw All.

- I could sure use the sun.

♪ Over here ♪ (John chuckles)

♪ And let me dance you slow ♪

♪ We got a long time 'til the mornin' ♪

♪ And I swear, right here and now ♪

♪ Honey, tonight I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ The best that I know how ♪

♪ Movin' in time together ♪

♪ Now doesn't it seem so right? ♪

♪ I wanna turn your sweet, your sweet love light on ♪

♪ And make it shine all night ♪

♪ Now I can't tell you 'bout tomorrow ♪

♪ But I'll tell you, I'll tell you right here and now ♪

♪ Honey, tonight I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ The best that I know how ♪

♪ I'm gonna rock you and roll you ♪

♪ I'm gonna do everything that you want me to do ♪

♪ For I got, I got so much love ♪

♪ That you can't measure ♪

♪ So come on, child, and tell me ♪

♪ Tell me, what's your pleasure ♪

♪ We got a long time till the mornin' ♪