Original subtitles

- Hi, kids.

I win.

You're out, Bob.

- Ray.

Out, Bob.

Ray, what are you...

Ray!

Ray!

Goddammit, ray!

Ray!

Doctor, Bob?

Dead.

Judge, Bob?

Dead.

Da, Bob?

Dead.

Good, Bob.

I make the rules, Megan.

- She'd better start listening. - Walter, 10 o'clock.

She's a big girl, now. She just wants a little freedom.

- Wants, wants.

I know what she wants, but I also know what she needs.

- She'll be okay, don't you think?

- Oh, for Christ's sake,

we're only gonna be gone for three days.

- It's just a phase.

- Mmm, it's not a phase, Megan, it's high school.

Conner, what the hell are you doing?

Look at this shit. You gotta stretch this shit tighter.

Don't work if you don't do it tight. Give me the hammer.

- Come here, let me show you. - Shit.

Nail. Fucking nail.

Daddy gonna whoop your ass

if he comes out here and sees this shit.

Ray!

Ray!

Wait up, ray!

Stephanie!

- Hello, judge.

Mrs. Collins. How are you?

- Stephanie. Hello.

- Can I offer you a glass of lemonade?

- No, thank you.

- Well, in that case, can I offer you a pair of pants?

- Oh. I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I have a date.

I'll just be going.

Miss Davenport!

- Yes, judge?

- Your father is a very important man in this community.

Hope you remember that the next time you get dressed, hmm?

- Yes, judge.

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- Did you see the game last night?

Yeah.

It was pretty good.

- It was great. - Oh, no, oh, no!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

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- You want satisfaction?

I'll give you satisfaction.

Think you need

a bigger cigar.

- What? What do you want me to do?

Jesus, Jack.

Ah, shit!

- Sorry, I'm late.

- 10 o'clock'?

- That's right. The old rules still apply.

Weekends are no exceptions.

I expect you to be firm on that.

- Yes, sir.

- Fresh sheets and pillows.

I hope you'll find this comfortable.

_ oh __ - let's get a move-on, Meg.

It's getting late.

- Goodnight, Mrs. Cox. - Night.

Still 10 o'clock? No later?

- Oh, yes. 10 o'clock.

We expect you to observe our rules, Mary,

whether or not those rules are enforced is up to you.

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- I can't believe it.

Less than a week at Jefferson

and you've already got a date with the quarterback.

I mean, it's amazing.

What did they teach you in junior high?

Oh, Monica.

- It took me two years to get a date with the football team.

Two years.

God, Pete's a punter.

- Fourth down, 10 to go, there is no time on the clock.

It is completely hopeless, do you understand me?

Completely hopeless, until this guy over here, Johnny,

he takes the snap, he's fades back,

he looks right, he looks left.

They've completely filled the zone, you understand?

Completely filled the zone.

There is nowhere to go, but long, deep.

Desperation!

Touchdown!

- Touchdown! - We're on top!

We're on top! We're on top!

It's time for you to leave!

- Papa loves mambo! - Get outta here!

- Mama loves mambo! - Go on, get out!

- Out, out!

- Get out!

- What the hell were you doing, for god's sakes?

- I'm taking care of things.

What, you want me to arrest them?

You want me to arrest them, I'll arrest them.

Are you all right, miss?

- Here, take these. - Sir, are you all right?

- Get me some napkins.

Coming.

There you go. Here.

Look, dinner's on me. Everything.

Help!

Somebody help! He's dying!

He's bleeding! Come on, somebody help!

- All right, everybody stay put! I'm gonna take care of it!

Come on!

You're okay, buddy.

It'll be okay.

- My god! Do something, please!

- All right, don't move him.

I'm gonna radio for help, all right?

Clear, 1-9. Clear, 1-9.

I need an ambulance. Rural route 1, pink cafe.

I repeat, ambulance. Pink cafe, rural route 1.

Do you copy?

We copy.

No, you can't go in there right now.

The doctor is in session. What are you doing?!

No!

No!

Are you next?

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but your hour's up.

We'll try to get to this next time.

- Monica, you are a born actress.

I swear to god, when I heard her screaming,

I completely thought I was dead.

I swear to you.

- I am a girl of many talents.

- Maybe we shouldn't have done that.

- What?

- Well, I mean, he's a police officer. It's his job.

- He's a cop, Steph. They wear sunglasses to bed.

Besides, without us, they wouldn't have anything to do!

Go ahead, it won't bite.

- I know this is difficult for you, Bob,

but it's for your own good.

So let's think back.

August 23, 1979.

And you're on trial, Bob.

You and your brother are on trial.

You were accused of killing.

Accused of killing a little girl, Bob.

- I'm sorry, please!

- Will you shut up?

This is a private moment.

This is family.

- I didn't do it, ray.

You know that. I didn't do it.

- I know, I was there, Bob.

But the doctor didn't believe you, did he, Bob?

He said you were lying. He said you were making it all up.

- I didn't do it!

- Look, I'll do anything. Just tell me!

- He said you were competent, Bob.

Do you know what that means?

That means that you knew the difference

between right and wrong.

You knew it, Bob, and yet you still killed that little girl.

That's not true! You know that, ray!

- Yeah, but the doctor doesn't agree, does he, Bob?!

He said you lied.

- I don't lie! - Leave me alone!

- I don't like that! - Please, leave me alone.

- I never lie. I don't like that.

I don't like that!

- I know.

I know, Bob. I was there.

John, no. John.

No!

- You get one chance to sack the quarterback.

It's now or never.

Oh, Pete, you're the best.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah?

- Okay, Steph, what's up?

I thought you liked me.

- I did. I do.

I don't know, John.

It's just that...

In a car?

I can't.

- It's not where you do it, Stephanie,

it's who you do it with.

I like you.

You like me.

Hell, I can't afford a hotel room.

- Oh, shit! I've got to get home.

- Now? - Yes, now.

I told you I had to be home.

My parents are leaving for the weekend.

Get in.

- Will you be coming to bed, dear?

- Just one more brief.

- All right, then.

- Who is this? I'm trying to shave here.

Does anybody knock?

Court of California is now in session.

The honorable judge Robert Joe Perkins is presiding.

- Order in the court.

Order in the court.

We've done nothing to you.

You can't do this.

- Charlie, please, do what they say.

- "Charlie, please"?

"Charlie, please"?

Do you remember me, Charlie?

Do you? Huh? Charlie?

- Yes, I remember.

- What about me?

Ask him if he remembers me.

- What about it, judge? Do you remember my baby brother?

Well, do you?

- I remember.

I remember!

- Charlie, who are these people?

- Mother, please. - "Mother"?

"Mother"?

Isn't that affectionate, Bob?

Isn't that sweet?

Mother and father, the American family.

Pension programs, Bob. Life insurance.

- She's the rock. - Right.

Mother dies. Father dies a month later.

- Please, I'll do anything.

Please.

- Please, please.

Plasma. Platitude.

Please, please, please, please. Hmm.

- Go ahead, Charlie. Tell mommy.

Tell her you sent us away, you threw away the key.

Go ahead, tell her.

- My god, Charlie, please!

- You leave my wife alone!

Order!

Order in the court!

- Tell her that we're killers, Charlie.

Tell her that we killed.

- Murderer! - Order!

Order in the court!

Order in the court!

Prosecution rests.

Hey. Leaving for the weekend, huh?

- God, I hope they haven't left yet. They'll kill me.

That was the dig with "foreign girl,"

from their latest album, climbing the charts

here in clintonville.

Now on kluy, let's get the weekend rolling.

Got a new one here for you, hope you enjoy it.

- Maybe some other time, John. Really.

See you later.

- Yeah.

See you later.

- Mom? Dad?

Sorry, I'm late. I had an accident.

Shit. I'm dead.

Mrs. Cox?

Georgie.

Mwah. I know.

Mom?

Dad?

- You must be Stephanie.

You're late.

Get her! Get the little bitch!

Judge!

Judge!

Somebody help me!

Please!

Judge!

Somebody help!

- Is there a problem?

- Please help! They're in my house!

I need the police.

Hurry!

- Live around here, miss?

- Could you please hurry?! - There are men in my house!

- Well, I'm over the speed limit now, miss.

- My house is being robbed! - The judge and his wife!

- There's no need to scream, I'm not deaf.

Not every man with a cane is deaf.

- I saw them! Please, can't you drive faster?!

Better safe than sorry, miss.

- He's seen us!

He's coming! You've gotta hurry!

- I can't drive with you hanging on me like this, miss.

- Drive!

Drive!

Come on, turn!

- Oh, no!

Where did you learn to drive, young man?

We could've been killed!

- Come on!

Please, I need help.

Look, you, get outta here. I told you.

You can get outta here, and your friends too.

There is a man out there!

- You heard the man.

You turn right back around and go out that door.

If you don't, I'm throwing you out.

My father is the district attorney,

you jackass.

Keep my seat for me, Jack.

Be right back.

Okay.

Jackass.

Okay, where is this man?

- You have to break in. I left my keys.

Mrs. Cox could be in trouble!

- Mr. Davenport?

Mrs. Davenport? It's officer Watkins.

- They're not home! I told you!

They're gone! They left!

Mom?

- Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Davenport.

Your daughter reported a break-in.

- She said what?

- Is everything all right here, Mrs. Davenport?

Sorry, officer,

Stephanie had a fight with her father.

It's a family matter.

- No. No, that's not true.

I saw them! You've got to believe me!

The judge and his wife are dead! Please, listen to me!

- Your daughter has been hanging around

the wrong crowd, Mrs. Davenport.

I'm afraid they may have been drinking.

- Thank you very much for your concern.

He's gone.

Hello!

- All right, now. Just what is it that you want?

- Peas. I want peas.

- You people should eat, really. - It's gonna be a long night.

I asked you what you want!

- Potatoes. Gravy.

- Please? - Mom.

We really do appreciate this, Mrs. D.

You're an excellent cook.

Mmm-hmm.

- Bob and I, we haven't had food

this good in... what, Bob? Six...

- Seven. - Seven.

Seven years.

We've been away.

- Damn it, this is between you and me, Perkins.

Leave my family alone. They're innocent!

- Innocent? - Yes!

- What do you know about innocent? I was innocent.

I was trying to help my brother. And you put me down.

You put me down.

"In the name of the state of California,

I prevail upon the limits of our laws.

Kill these men, for they have killed.

Show them no mercy, for they're merciless."

Boy, it was quite a speech, Walter.

Really was quite as speech.

I remember every word of it. Do you?

- No.

- Didn't hear you that time, Bob.

"Kill these men."

- "Kill these men."

"For they have killed."

- "For they have killed."

- "Show them no mercy."

"Show them mercy."

- "No mercy," Bob.

- "No mercy."

- "No mercy, for they're merciless."

- "For they're merciless."

- Well, shall we have our coffee in the den?

- You're a very pretty girl, Stephanie.

- Well, what do you say?

Well, what do you say?

- Ray.

- What do you say to my brother?

- Thank you.

- Please, we won't do anything. - We won't say anything.

You won't?

I promise, nothing at all.

- You mean, we can just walk out,

just like this, and nothing's gonna happen?

- Nothing. Not a thing.

- Lovely.

Bob?

- Okay.

- Just joking.

You don't understand. You see, something did happen.

Ithappened!

You goddamn bastard!

Whoa!

- No! Leave him alone!

Okay, okay.

Well, isn't this sweet?

My baby brother has a crush on your little girl.

Forget her, man! Take it easy!

- What do you mean "take it easy"?

This kinda thing doesn't happen!

- Hey! We have all been there, buddy!

Now, come on!

- Not me, Pete. No way!

No girl has ever turned me down!

- Forget about it, John! She's a prude.

You need a real girl.

- Exactly. You need a real girl like Monica.

He's right, John.

A girl like me would never turn you down.

- Now, come on! Come on!

Let's go get some pizza and beer!

- You a handyman, Walter?

What about it, Mrs. D, is Walter a handyman?

- What would you know about a handyman?

You're a pig.

- Pardon me?

You're a pig.

- If I'm a pig, what are you?

I want you to get down like a pig

and roll around like a pig.

I'm not a pig, I'm a painter.

No!

- Bob. Hey!

Bob?!

Where are you, Bobby Joe?

Now, look, I know this isn't the real thing,

but I'm gonna try to make the experience

as authentic as I can.

Goddammit, Bobby Joe, where the hell...

- Right here, ray Don.

Did you get it?

- I got it.

Okay, Walter, old pal, old buddy. Man of the house.

It's time for a little walk in the yard.

Let's go.

Come on, move it.

What do you think, ray?

- Building you a nice jail, Walter.

Move.

- This is where they take you after the pile, Walter.

A good, long walk in the exercise yard.

So many times, I went 'round,

and 'round, and 'round,

walking and thinking,

walking and wondering,

what happened to Walter Davenport?

What about his family?

Are they strong?

Will they stand behind him in his hour of need?

Or are they likely to faint at the first sight of blood?

- Please, god, don't do this to me!

I walked for hours, Walter.

After they brought us back from the chain gang,

all the way until they rang for chow, I walked.

And walked back and forth across the exercise yard,

thinking of you.

It's time, Walter.

Time to walk and think about us.

- No, I won't!

- Walk, Walter.

I was doing my job!

- And I'm doing mine, Walter.

Dance, Walter.

Don't worry, Walter, it'll be over soon.

- Tied us up.

They gagged us.

We heard you come in, I tried...

- Don't worry, mom. - I should've done...

- It's okay.

- I should've done something.

I should've tried to warn that policeman.

I should've... - They had dad.

They would've killed him.

You, too.

- Wouldn't have gotten you, Stephanie.

I'm so sorry, Stephanie.

I'm so sorry.

- Another man for the hole, Bob.

Warden would like to see you, Mrs. D.

No.

- You gotta roll with this. - No.

Come on.

Oh, god.

Just this touch, okay? Come on.

That's good.

No.

No?

Just this one.

Just"

Just"

it's gonna look perfect.

- Stop!

- It's okay.

Just a touch.

Ah, that's it. Perfect.

You look good, Megan.

You look like a hooker in the rain.

I want you to take a look.

Should look at yourself. Go on.

Come on.

Take a look.

See?

Now, you look like that

and maybe hubby doesn't bring the newspaper to bed.

You mother...

Slime bag!

Get outta my house!

- Are you gonna be nice?

- I'll be nice!

I will.

- Okay.

I want you to show me how nice you can be.

- Tell me.

Tell me what you want me to do.

I'm sorry.

Dad, why are they doing this?

Who are they?

- They raped a 16 year-old girl, stabbed her to death.

Bob said he loved her.

- What'd you do to my face?

It was worth it.

You know, clean as a...

- What are you doing?!

Stop it!

What do you want?

- I want this.

- Yes.

You can have it.

- Thank you.

You leave my mother alone!

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Please, let me out.

- I could let you out.

- What do you mean?

- Maybe I could let you out if you'd be with me.

- All right.

I'll be with you.

- We better hurry. He'll be here.

- I just want to find my mother first.

- What about me?

You said you wanted to be with me.

- I will.

I promise.

Soon as I find my mother.

- But I'm right here!

Stay behind, Steph.

Looking for me?

Mom.

- Drop the gun.

Kick it over.

Thank you, Stephanie.

- Beg, Walter.

- Please.

Please, I beg you. Please!

- On your knees.

- Please. I beg you, don't. Please!

Please! Please!

Please! Please!

No.

- Okay, Walter, you can take this soggy bitch

back to the hole.

- I'll kill you.

- We're late.

- Hey, what are we doing here?

I'm hungry.

I gotta get some food.

- Well, go back, then. It's your life.

- Well, what about you?

- I feel like having a party!

What, are you with me?

- I'm with you, John. All the way.

- Would you keep outta this?

- Stephanie Davenport is in debt and I mean to collect.

Get your mother something

to put on, please.

You let her out, Bob.

Why? Why?

- She asked me. - She asked you?

It's not good, Bob.

It's not good.

- She said she wanted to...

- She said what?

- She said she wanted to be... - Said she to be with you?

- Yes, that's what she said. She said that.

- Well, she's lying to you, you stupid shit.

She's lying to you.

You're a younger brother, Bob.

You got no education.

I love you, but you're younger.

You listen to me.

- But, ray... - Okay?

You do what I say.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Try the bell.

- What? Spoil the surprise?

No, there's gotta be a way in around here, somewhere.

- Guys, you guys.

You guys, listen. Listen, I'm hungry.

Let's get some pizza.

- I don't want some pizza, man. I want some satisfaction.

Now, are you with me or not?

- All right.

- Listen, you check around back

and I'll look for an open window.

- All right, all right, all right, all right.

Monica, you're with me.

- No.

I'm just gonna stay here.

One of you guys can come and get me.

- Suit yourself.

- It's time, Walter.

Time to carry out your sentence.

- You lied to me.

- Did you know that in every firing squad,

there's one rifleman loaded with a blank?

It's considered a humane measure.

Meant to keep a lingering possibility

that the rifleman didn't kill.

Helps the rifleman with this indigestion,

helps him fight insomnia.

And it's tragedy,

because in every firing squad,

hundreds and thousands of years of killing,

there isn't one rifleman who can sit here

and say to you or to me that he knows

what it feels like to kill.

That's sad.

That's sad.

- First one to the door. - Looks like you win.

- Come on, let's find Stephanie's room.

I got an ax to grind.

- Wait. Are you sure her parents are gone?

- Yeah, that's what she said.

- What do you say we check out her parents' room first?

- Come on.

- Ready. Aim.

- Whoa.

Touchdown.

John?

Monica?

You guys...?

Stephanie?

Stephanie, is that you?

Stephanie.

I'd wake up if I were you. John's here.

Stephanie, come on.

Wake up.

Are you the sleeper?

- This must be the place.

- You're making a mistake, Bob. Bob, listen to me.

This is wrong.

Ray is trying to hurt you again.

- No talking!

- It's ray, don't you see?

- No talking in the line!

- Oh!

Oh, gosh. Oh!

- Oh, yeah, oh. - Oh, yeah.

John.

What, babe? What?

- John. - What is it?

What?

Pete?!

It was her idea, Pete!

Mr. Davenport!

Jeez, sir, I'm really sorry.

I thought...

We were told, um...

- Stephanie said that no one was gonna be here

and she invited us.

- "Us"? And who's "us"?

- I'm a friend of Stephanie's from school.

I'm Monica and this is John.

- Hello.

- Are there any other children in my house?

- Uh, just us and Pete, he's here too.

- Curly-haired boy, six feet tall, 160 pounds?

- Yeah, yeah, that's him. - We met.

- Mr. Davenport, I'm really, really, really,

really sorry about this.

But I was wondering if it'd be possible for you

just not to tell him... about this?

- Well, I'll tell you what, Monica.

I promise not to tell him about you

if you'll promise not to tell him about...

Me.

Well, what do we have here?

What's the matter, old man? Too much to drink?

- You lied to me.

Ray said so.

Come in, Charlie. This is Watkins.

You say the man had a scar?

- He had a scar right up on his face. Right about there.

Another football prank, hey, Sam?

- Uh, I'm not sure.

Listen, do me a favor, pull the facials on those

two recent prison escapees.

Let me know if either one of them has a scar.

Hang on.

That's 10-4 for the scar, good buddy.

Bobby Joe Perkins got a nasty one

right down the side of his face.

- He is hurting you by making you hurt us.

Ouiet!

I'm the jailer, man. I say no talking!

- He is a liar, isn't he? Stephanie?

- Listen to him, Bob. - He's trying to help you.

- We can all help you, Bob.

- Ray is trying... - Ray does not lie!

He does not lie to me! He would not ever do that!

Not ever, not now!

Walter!

No, no!

- Stop it! - No!

Leave him alone!

- I don't listen to you.

You don't like me. You like ray!

- That's not true!

Any girl would like you better and he knows it.

- Will you be with me?

- No.

- Will you be with me now?

Will you, Stephanie?

- Stephanie, don't do this.

- Yes, Bob, I will.

- I really should check it, Charlie.

I'm telling you,

it's those goddamn kids.

They'll drive you crazy.

- Yeah, well, if the da's in trouble,

I'm gonna lose more than my mind.

I'm gonna check out the girl's story.

You do that, good buddy.

But don't go waking up the da

at this hour unless you find somebody dead.

Ray!

Ray, where are you?!

- Forget about him, Bobby Joe.

I want you now.

Untie me now.

- Ray!

- Girls like you disgust me.

It keeps happening, and happening, and happening.

They try to get under your skin.

Just go away.

Just leave us alone.

Why the hell do you bother us?

- Ray!

Ray!

-Judge?

Judge?

Police.

- Ray! Ray, where are you?

Ray, I gotta see you.

Come on out, ray!

- Hello, Bob. What can I do for you?

- She said she would, ray. - She said she'd be with me.

- Sure, she did, Bobby Joe.

They say that to all of the boys.

Raymond!

- I need all available cars

out to Davenport farm, right away.

- You got that? - I got it.

- What in the hell is going... - Now, Charlie!

I said no, Bobby Joe, okay?

You don't get it.

Ray, come on.

Nope.

- It's just a little while. - It's just a little while!

Please?

Enough romance.

Bobby Joe, enough.

Gotta finish what we started.

Okay?

Time for you to burn, Walter.

- When, Bobby Joe?

I need you. Don't let him do this.

- Time for you to pay dues to the state, Wally.

- I want you now, Bobby.

Right now.

- Ray?

- Please, Bobby, I need you.

- Ray? - Shut up, Bob.

It's time to close the books, Walter.

Got any last requests?

- God, Bobby, please!

- You leave him alone.

- Why not, ray? Why can't I?!

- Don't listen to her, Bob. She's trouble.

They're all trouble!

- Kiss me, Bobby.

Untie me.

- I can't wait anymore. - Stephanie.

- Ray, I got to. She wants me to.

- Don't do this.

- Go ahead, I dare you.

No, ray!

- He said he'd take me away, Bobby.

Don't let him.

Don't let him take me away.

I wanna be with you.

Let's run away, now!

- Did you say that?!

Were are you gonna take her away?!

Were you?!

- He was, Bobby Joe.

He told me he would.

- Who are you gonna believe, Bob? Me or her?

I'm your brother. I raised you.

- I love you, Bobby Joe.

- I'll leave you, Bob. Who's gonna take care of you?

Who?

- Do you love me, Bobby?

Do you?

Bobby, please.

No, ray!

You're not gonna do this to me again, ray!

Not again!

Let me go, Bob!

Let go of me, Bob.

Let go.

Stop! Somebody help!

Megan.

Stop, please! Stop!

Please stop!

Megan.

- Stop!

Ray!

Goddammit, Bob. You're my brother!

I'm gonna kill you! I'll kill you!

Let me go, Bob.

- Don't move!

Hey! Look at me, dick!

- Stephanie, run.

Get outta here. Don't worry about us.

Get the gun.

- Okay, okay.

Stephanie, where are you?

Where is she, asshole?

- Closet.

- Stephanie, come to papa.

Okay.

You wanna play?

Then let's play.

You got three seconds and then it's frying time.

One.

Two.

Three.

Shit! Fuck you!

- You'll need these, asshole.

Okay...

You in the house, this is the state police!

I repeat, this is the state police!

Come out of the house with your hands on your heads!

- Stephanie!

- Well, go ahead. That's what you want, isn't it?

You use us, you manipulate us.

We're standing in the rain and you humiliate us.

Go ahead, do it! You killed my brother, kill me.

Kill me, go ahead.

The house is surrounded!

You have 30 seconds to comply!

I repeat, the house is surrounded!

You have 30 seconds to comply!

- Okay, you guys, I promise!

Home by 10!