The Road Killers (1994) - full transcript
After a young boy is almost runover by a maniac on a highway, a re-encounter and confrontation by the boy's father with the driver sets off conflicts with a carful of maniacs.
Dad,
could you pull over?
Why?
I need some air.
Oh, Ashley, if it bothers you,
you should have told me.
I would have waited.It doesn't bother me.
I just can't handle it
every three seconds.
Well, I don't think
I smoke every three seconds.
I don't know.
Well,
it seems like it.
Come on, guys,
I mean open the window.
Got 58,000, Dad.
50...Three more thousand
and your record's toast, Dad.
No, no, no,
that's Mom's score.
My best is 65.
No, no.
Mom's is like
40 something.
All right, okay.
It was worth a shot.
Your thumbs
getting tired, Rich?
No.Huh?
Oh, my God,
Cindy Crawford...
Oh, my God, oh.
I got 59,000.
Whoo.
I'm getting hungry.
Are you hungry?
A little bit.
Hey!Huh?
We're hungry,
let's mangia! Mangia!
What?
We're starving.
Come on, let's go eat.
Mangiare?
Mangiare!
Hey.Hey, next stop.
Use your ashtray.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I wasn't thinking.
Ashley,
map check, please.
How far is the next town?
ASHLEY: Too far.
That sucks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fire in the hole,
fire in the hole.
How many times have I said
get a reliable car?
This is a reliable car.It's not a reliable car.
I like this car.
GLEN: Get a new car.
Come to me for a loan.
I'll fix you up
with a new car.
JACK: I don't have the money
for a new car.
GLEN: Oh, don't give me that
teacher's poor salary stuff.
Come on, you got money saved,
I know.
JACK: That money's
for a house...
ASHLEY: Hey.Hi.
Look at this flower.
Looks more like
a weed to me.
RICH:
No, it's a flower.
It's lost.
Should I pick it?
Well, it's going to get
run over eventually.
You might as well.
No.
I'm going to leave it.
[SIGHS]
Richie!
Oh, God.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch.
Are you okay?
I can hardly hear you.
Yeah, okay.
I love you, too, baby.
Richie is fine.
Yeah,
he's having a blast.
See you in San Diego.
Bye-bye.
Howdy.
Those chickens
for laying?
Why don't you buy one,
and you can do
whatever you want with it.
Okay.
Ally says hi.
Oh, good.
Mom says, if she closes
her deal by Wednesday,
Yeah!
HELEN:
See, I told you
she'd be able to make it.
GLEN: So you did.
What's up with Ashley?
I don't know.
She wants to go back
to Wisconsin.
Tell her you can't
afford the ticket,
you're on a budget.
She's going to charge it
to her Visa card.
The girl is 16 years old,
Glen,
and she has a Visa card.
Can you believe this?Oh.
No, I'm serious.
If it were up to me,
which I understand it is not,
but if it were up to me,
I would tell her
to grow up,
and I would take
that Visa card
away from her.
GLEN:
She's got a point, Jack.
She knows her stuff.
JACK: You don't know her.
I know her.
All she needs
is a little space,
and she'll be fine.
HELEN:
What are you talking about,
she needs space?
Maybe you should
handle it.
Maybe I should,
Jack.
GLEN: Maybe you two
should knock it off.
RICH:
Jack, come on.
Ashley,
where you going?
I'm going to the bathroom.
Is that okay?
You know
what you're getting, pal?
Getting sick
of listening to them.
That's good here.Yeah.
[MAN URINATING]
Um...
Sorry.
I'll go.
No, don't leave.
Are you sure?
Sure
as the sun's shining.
Okay.
Sure is hot out there,
ain't it?
Yeah.
Yep.
[URINAL FLUSHING]
Yes, sir.
Are you just
driving through?
Yeah, we're on our way
to San Diego.
Oh.
Are you vacationing?
Yeah.Hmm.
Why do you put on makeup
in this kind of heat?
Um, I don't know, I just...
I guess
I just like to look pretty.
Well... [CLEARS THROAT]
Trust me,
you got no problem
with that.
Can I be frank with you?
You can do
what you feel like doing,
it's a free world.
Oh, boy,
you wouldn't want that.
What do you mean?
Well, if...
If I did
what I feel like doing,
you'd slap my face
and run out of here screaming.
Well, it's been a long time
since anyone made me scream.
How old are you?
I'll be 18
in three months.
Could be 18
in three minutes.
I was 18 a long time ago.
[SOFTLY]
I wasn't 18 till I was 20.
Well, it'd just
break my heart
if I never got
to see you again.
It would.
Well, then, why don't you
do something about it?
What do you suggest?
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, you are a little devil,
ain't you?
Oh, God.
How's the burger?My food is really bad.
Just fantastic
and terrible.
[SNIFFLES]
JACK: Richie.
Look. Look.
WOMAN: Oh, thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MAN 1: Okay.MAN 2: All right?
You guys,
isn't that the car
from earlier? Richie's car.
RICHIE: Yeah.
Yeah, that's it.
I'm just going to
talk to him.
Glen.
Glen.I'm just gonna talk to him.
Glen...
Is that your car?
No, I don't drive.
Sorry.
You mean the Eldorado?
Yeah.
That's mine. Why?
You looking to buy?
You could have killed
someone on the highway.
Oh, yeah.
Well, I'm really sorry
about that,
but it wasn't my fault.
You see, my girlfriend Red,
she had her hand
between my legs.
I tell you the truth,
I was just about to pop,
when I looked up
and it was too late.
I just blew
by your boy over there
like a fence post,
you know.
So I apologize for her.
Son of a bitch.
You see what I mean?
Ain't she a bitch?
Save the bullshit.
I don't think it's funny.
Glen, just leave it alone now.
Come on.
MAN: I mean...
See there,
now he's mad at me,
and I didn't even do anything,
because of you.
Me?Yeah, because of you.
Well, listen, you have
every right to be angry.
Look, I know
I have every right
to be angry.
You nearly killed my son
on the road today.
Well, he's okay, ain't he?
Yeah, he's fine.
All right, then.
JACK: Glen.Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, shit.JACK: Glen.
You're okay, right?
JACK: Leave it.
GLEN: He's okay.
He's okay, right?
Let's go.
Let's go.
Glen, leave it.
Glenlivet?
Are you the vodka guy?
Glenlivet.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
What the hell
is it with you, huh?
He's in there right now
laughing it up
with his friends.
So what?
What are you going to do?
Kick his ass?
I wouldn't mind it.
Guys like that,
that's how they get
their attention, okay?
Let's go.
Drop it, come on.
Glen-leave-it.
Who's Glen-leave-it?
Who's Glen-leave-it?
Livet.
Livet.
Who's that?
It's a very good Scotch.
Scotch.
Glenlivet, so cool.
JACK: I can't believe
what happened.
HELEN:
Never seen Glen
that upset before.
JACK: Well, I have.
HELEN:
I can't even imagine
what that feels like.
I don't know.
He seems okay, though.
You all right, Dad?
Yeah.
Some people, I tell you.
[ALL SCREAMING]
Dad!
GLEN: No!
Son of a bitch!
Richie,
you go ride with Jack.
Dad, no, calm down!
I mean it. You go now.
Dad, calm down!
Just let it go, all right?
I'll be back. Go, now!
Dad!
Dad!
Jesus.
Let's go.
Whoo!
Go, get him, Cliff!
Come on, he's coming
down the road right now.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
[REVVING ENGINE]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Okay.
Come on!
Come on.
MAN: Come on.
Come on,
let's get going.
Come on!
Come on.
Come on, show me.
Come on!
He's getting closer.
Cliff, come on.
Come on!
Go get him, Cliff!
Come on!
Get him!
Whoo!
Come on!
Shit!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, shit.
Did you see that?
RED: Oh, my God.
Glen!
Glen!
Dad!
HELEN: Glen!Glen.
I'm okay.
Dad!Are you okay?
Get Richie back.
JACK: Get Rich back.
This car saved my life.Shit.
Try to unbuckle.
Try to unbuckle.
I thrashed my leg.
It's crushed, all right.
I'm holding you.
Come on. Come on.
Are you okay?
I crushed my legs, Jack.
Can you move?
Ashley,
get me the tire jack!
Sure I'm not putting you out
or anything, Jack?
Dad!
Hey, Rich.
JACK: Come on.
Oh, man.
[RICHIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I'm sorry, boy.
Looked pretty cool,
huh, boy?
Oh, Dad.
JACK: Ashley!
Come on, it's all right.
You go over there.
It's all right,
I'll be okay.
Dad.
Go on, get back, buddy.
Come on.
Daddy,
the car's on fire!
JACK: Put some sand on it!Get me the hell out of here!
JACK:
Put some sand on it!
Get me the hell
out of here, Jack.
Come on!
Get me the hell
out of here!
Come on!
HELEN: Jack!
Daddy, it won't go out!
HELEN: Oh, my God.
Daddy,
come out of the car.
I feel the heat, Jack.
[ANGUISHED SHOUTING]
Get Richie back.
I don't want him
to see me burn.
Get back! Get back!
RICH: No!
No!
No!
Jack, don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
GLEN: Oh, God!
[ANGUISHED SCREAMING]
Where are we going, Jack?
[HELEN MURMURING]
Stop it. Stop it!Honey, it's okay.
Richie, it's okay.
Stop the car.
Richie, please.Stop the car.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
Daddy, no!
HELEN: It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
Shh.
It's okay.
Helen.
Jack,
we have to stop. Stop.
Oh, Christ.
Stay in the car.
Is she...
It's that girl
in the diner.
Don't, don't, don't.
Don't move her,
don't move her.
Oh, dear God.
She's breathing.
She's breathing.
Can you move?
Can you sit up?
Be steady.
He tried to kill me.
Who tried to kill you?
He tried to kill me.
We got to get to the police,
we cannot...
[ENGINE REVVING]
Oh, my God.[GIGGLING]
It's them.Bitch!
Let go of me.Jack, come on, let's go.
Go back in the car.
Let go of me.
Oh, my God.
How are you doing?
I'm really sorry
about the little charade,
but we were just afraid
you wouldn't stop otherwise.
Jeez, we're sorry.
I mean, really wasn't
our fault though, you know.
We...
It wasn't our fault.
Jack, get in the car,
come on.
I didn't mean
to hurt him,
but we were just
kind of playing a game.
And well, he miscalculated
and just, sort of...
You know, kind of
went off that bluff.
Sorry.
Yeah, it's a tragedy.
Jack, come on,
get in the car now.
ASHLEY: Daddy.
Dad, get in the car.
Jack, get in the car.
Daddy, get in the car!
You're going to jail.
Can't go to jail.
Jack, no!
No!
No! Jack!
Why in the hell
are you doing this to us?
Oh, Christ.
We can't go to jail,
right?
We can't go to jail,
can't pass Go,
collect 200
like they say, right?
Get him out of here.
He's already starting
to stink.
HELEN: Jack!
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
[MUSIC PLAYING
ON CAR STEREO]
God.
Stop.
Stop.
As soon as
this is all over,
me and Cliff,
we're going to go to Canada,
and I'm going to
get a job designing clothes.
Jesus, Red,
stewardess,
dancer,
veterinarian,
interior designer,
dolphin trainer.
Don't you talk to me
like that.
You hurt my feelings.
CLIFF:
Dida-dida-dum,
dida-dida-dum...
Bobby?
Yeah.
365 times 12.9?
4280.5.
Isn't that
the damnedest thing?
He can't spell "bird,"
but he can...
He can add up
just about anything.
He's one of them,
one of them artistic savants.
Yeah, like them sharks,
right?
You just said
I'm a shark.
Tell them
about them shark.
Come on,
tell them the story.
You tell them, Bobby.
Them sharks,
they can't stop moving.
They can't stop moving
or they die.
Ain't that right?That's right, Bobby.
Ain't that right?
Now, Bobby, don't forget
to keep your gun up.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Keep your gun up. Never know
what people are going to do.
Yeah.
You can't trust nobody,
right?
That's right, Bobby.Yeah, can't trust nobody.
That's right.'Cept you.
That's right.
BOBBY:
Can't trust nobody.
CLIFF:
Dum-dida-dida-dum...
RED:
I... I think he's alive.
He is.
Shit, he's alive.
You got to kill him.
What are we going to do?
You don't get away with this.
People don't
get away with this.
Come on, knock it off.
Come on, they don't!
This is real life.
This is a living human being.
Shut up.
Just shut up.
They're gonna kill me.
Shut up.
No, no.
Do it.
Do it.
No.
[GROANS]
Come on, just kill him.
Come on, just shoot him.
Come on, kill him.
Shoot him.
Come on,
just pull the trigger,
just kill him,
just shoot him.
What, are you scared?
Don't look at me!
[TOM WHIMPERING]
How does it feel
to kill somebody?
You should know,
we both killed him.
No, I didn't kill him.
You killed him.
I had nothing to do
with that.
My conscience is clean.
TOM: Why did you put
the windshield vipers on?
RED: Because
when I was a little girl,
I used to take piano lessons,
and so I like the clicking.
TOM: Oh!
Why we are sitting here?
We need to get out of here.
RED: You got a plan,
Tom, huh?
No, I don't got...
I don't have a plan.
We don't need a plan.
Let's just get
the hell out of here.
Where are we gonna go?I don't know where we're...
Why do we need to go
anywhere?
Let's just leave here.
RED: No. No, Cliff...
Cliff knows why were here.
He knows what he's doing.
Oh, yeah,
he knows what he's doing.RED: He knows.
TOM:
He knows what he's doing?
We're sitting here
and we're rotting.
What are we doing?
They're in there,
they're rotting.
We're out here
and we're rotting.
We're in the middle
of nowhere!
Did you see?
They're like animals!
BOBBY: Yeah!
Hi.
CLIFF: Hey, honey.
How you doing?
[GROWLS]
TOM: You see, you see?
Don't you realize
what we've done?
What?
Hey, man, what's up?
What's up,
buttercup, huh?
Hey.
I don't like it here.
I don't like...
What's the matter?
I want to leave.
I want to leave.
CLIFF: Hey, it's okay.
It's gonna be all right.
Got us a plan, don't we?
BOBBY: Yeah.
Tell him.
Come on, listen, Tom,
it's a good old plan.
CLIFF:
All right, now we...
We crash the Cherokee
where the...
Where the Mustang is.BOBBY: Yeah.
BOBBY: Crash the Cherokee
to the Mustang,
'60... '65 Mustang.
And then we...
We put the family inside,
we set it on fire, and...
And that's it.
It just looks like
a big accident.
Yeah,
it looks like an accident.
CLIFF:
I mean it happens
all the time, right?
It happens all the time,
it does.
What if somebody
already saw the Mustang?
What if somebody
already saw it,
then it's crashed?
Negative, negative,
negative, right?
You always got to be negative,
don't you, huh?
That's just a chance
we're gonna have to take.
Now,
we got to get the father
and then we...RED: Um...
What?
Tom shot him.
CLIFF: He did what?
Tom shot him.
What do you mean,
"Tom shot him"?
Red told me to.
RED: No...
I mean, what were
we supposed to do?
You know, he was alive.
Well,
you bash his head in.
God, you don't shoot him.
They're gonna find
the goddamn bullet.
Oh, shit.
He shot him.
Now where did you
shoot him?
Uh...
Right there.
Right there?
BOBBY: Uh-oh.
Well...
You're going to have
to cut his head off now.
Jesus Christ,
I can't cut a man's head off
and then burn his family.
Why not?
I mean, you already
killed him once.
Why don't you
just kill him again?
Yeah, that's right.
You did kill him
once already, Tom.
I mean, don't make
such a big deal out of it.RED: Yeah.
What,
you got a better plan?
[CLIFF GIGGLING]
Got a better plan, Tom?
All right, 3:00 or 4:00
in the morning,
when the road's clear,
we take care of business,
all right?
Yeah.
Now look, don't worry.
By sunrise
they'll all be gone,
and we'll be on our way.
Right, Bobby?
Everything will be
hunky-dory, won't it?
Hunky-dory.
42,000 times 18?
423,000.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, you are a genius.
That boy
is a goddamn genius.
Excuse me,
I got to use your phone.
Oh, it's for
business use only.
I'm going to use the phone.
You can't. Sunny?
Mom, what's going on?
I need to use the phone.Sunny.
Come on!
This man is being
rude to me.
Okay, okay.
You can just turn around
and walk on out of here.
You heard me.
What are you going to do,
shoot me?
Huh?
What are you going to do?
Shoot me?
Now you grab the phone
and you call the police.
You heard the man,
Sunny.
MAN:
What'd the guy look like?
Brown hair, long.
How old?
I don't know, 25, 30.
He was with two other guys
and a girl,
red-haired girl.
Were they driving
an old Eldorado?
Yeah.
Shit.
What?
Who are you calling?Hospital.
Somebody
better take a look at you.
Come on, I'm fine.
I mean, forget the hospital.
Come on!
Let's go,
let's do something.
I'm going with you.
I told you to calm down.
I'm okay.
Let me
get those cuffs off.
Move your hands over here.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
HODES: [ON RADIO]
Wilcox, this is Hodes.
I want you to get down
to the station right away.
There's a man handcuffed
to the wall, watch him.
Really want to
get out of those cuffs?
What you do is,
grab your hand,
and twist
until you hear a crack.
Slides right through.
The only problem is,
fuck up your golf game.
Used to shoot in the low 80s.
Now...
Fuck if I break 100.
Look, I got a plan
that will get us both
out of this place.
We got to work together.
Yeah,
I'm going to trust you.
You know,
what they got me for?
Shoplifting.
You're real funny.
Okay, truth,
I thumb in from Atchison,
Kansas, to see my brother.
I haven't seen the boy
for 17 years.
Sheriff doesn't think
it's too good an idea,
because last time
we were together,
caused a bit of a problem.
So here I am
till I decide
to leave town.
You know this guy
has got your family?
He's an old enemy of mine.
Let me tell you
about him.
Crazy son of a bitch,
killed his own mother
when he was nine years old.
Shut up.
I swear to God,
I'm telling you the truth.
You think this guy
is going to hesitate
killing your family
when he blew away
his own mother?
Now, I know
where this guy hangs out.
You get me out,
I'll get you to him.
So what do you say?
Partners?
Oh, my God.
Shh...
Oh, God.
I started
this whole thing.
All of this is my fault.
Oh, honey,
it is not your fault.
How could this possibly
be your fault?
Yes, it is.
I think I was gonna
do something with them.
Honey,
do you really think
that's why
this is happening?
Yes, I know it.
That is not
why this is happening.
Richie.
Richie, honey,
talk to me.
Please talk to me,
honey.
He's wrong.
He's wrong!
He's wrong.
What are you
jabbering about?
Go ahead, ask him.
Ask him what?
[STAMMERS]
Ask him one of those
mathematical problems.
Mathematical what?
Why?
Just ask him.
Bobby?Yeah.
What's 3,511 times 46?
153,406.
You're wrong.
He's wrong.
He's been wrong
this whole time.
42 times point-five.
You see how
this whole thing is wrong?
What are you
mumbling about?
Look, you idiot,
it's wrong!
He's wrong.
He's just messing
with you, Bobby.
What?
Is he?
No,
I'm not messing with him.
I'm not messing with him.
See, look, if you just
check it out right here.
Got to go to the bathroom.
I don't give a shit,
I'll do it here.
All right, all right.
Hold on.
Hey, hey.
Back off.Take it easy. Okay?
Take it easy.
Okay?
Don't point
that goddamn thing at me.
Sheriff talked about...Yeah, an old farm road.
I know where it is,
let's go.
That's where we're going?
That's where we're going.
Goddamn.
Now these aren't the keys.
They must be in his pocket,
go get them.
Shit.
[GROANS]
WILCOX: [ON RADIO]
Hodes, Wilcox.
They're gone, both of 'em.
Goddamn peeping Tom.
Goddamn!
Come on.
[HODES GROANING]
Why?
Open wide, Clyde.
Come on.
[HODES GAGGING]
HODES: Why?
Who in heaven knows?
Cliff?
What?
I think
you made your point.
What?
Maybe now just...
Now just what?
You were gonna
say something.
Now just what?
I think he's had enough.
I mean,
if you're going to kill him...
Why don't you
just kill him?If I'm... if I'm...
If I'm gonna kill him,
just kill him?
Yeah.
Why is Hodes here,
Tom, huh?
Is the father dead,
Tom, huh?
Did you kill him?
I...
I saw him kill him.
I saw him.
CLIFF:
You were there?
No,
but I was in the car,
but he kill...
Oh, you were
in the car?
But, see, I killed him.But you killed him?
Yeah, I put
a bullet in his ear,
and he's dead.
Put a bullet in his ear?
Well, Tom?
Christ, Cliff,
come on, man,
'cause I did it.
I swear to God, I did it.
You did it, didn't ya?
Just like that, right?
Yeah.
Tell me about it.
What was it...
No, it was like that,
I just saw the light go
right out in his eyes.
Right out?
Just like that.
TOM: I saw the light
go out in his eyes.
You just watched
the light go out, right?
Yeah! Ha-ha!
CLIFF: Just... Just...
Well, it didn't
even bother you, did it?
No.
You know, that's good,
because...
Why don't you just shoot him
again, huh?
Why don't you just watch
that light going out again,
huh?
Here you go.
Okay, Tom, now come on.
Go on, Tom,
there's your chance,
watch the lights go out.
Please. Please.CLIFF: Come on.
Please, Tom,
he's begging you!
Now is your chance,
watch that old light
go out from the first time.
Come on, Tom.
You pussy.
You keep your eyes
wide open.
I want to see
that light go out.
You're going to want to watch
that head explode.
[GUN FIRES][SCREAMING]
Whoo, doggies!
Oh, that was easy,
wasn't it?
Daddy, there's a bad guy
at the door.
WOMAN: What is it?
God.
Honey.
Hey, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
Get back, back,
back, back, back.
Cool it, man, cool it, man.
We ain't got any money, man.
I need the keys.
Give me the keys!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Be cool.
Here.
You're pathetic.
You set around all day,
you got no dreams.
Cliff.
I have dreams.
I do have dreams.
You do?
[STAMMERS] Like what,
running off with Red,
because that ain't
gonna happen.
Stop it, Cliff.
She don't even like you.
She don't give
a shit about you.
As a matter of fact,
and actually,
especially, since I told her
about Tony down at the diner.
Stop it, Cliff.
I told her that you couldn't
get a thingy with her.
Why was that anyway?
I mean, why couldn't you
get a whammy there, huh?
I'll tell you why.
The reason why is
because you're not a man.
You're a scared little boy
with a bald head
and hush puppies.
I said stop it.
Sometimes you really
get on my nerves!
Come on, give it to me!
Give it to me!
Hit me again!Come on, you guys.
Come on, hit me again!
Come on, Tom!
Come on, hit me again.
Stop it.
I deserve it.
BOBBY: Stop it, no more.
I deserve it.
Come on, come on, Tom.
I'm sorry.
I just...
I'm stressed out.
I had a...
I had a tough day.
Look, I don't want to
lose you guys,
I really don't.
I love ya. And...
And I'm sorry
for whatever
I might have done.
Tom,
Come here.
Come here, Tom.
It's all right.
It's okay.
[TOM WEEPING]
Hey, just let it on out,
it's all right.
You're okay,
every family
has their problems.
TOM: I need some tissue.
You do. Yeah.
You dripped all over me.
You okay?
Why don't you
get yourself a tissue?
All right.
You got little snot bubbles
in here.
Everything
is going to be all right.
TOM:
I'll be right back.
All right,
don't you worry now.
It'll be all right.
[BOBBY SCREAMS]
BOBBY: No!
No.
Tom.
Shh. Listen.
Tom.
Shh.
Red?
RED: Tom.
Red?
Something's wrong
with Red.
No.
Red?
Tom.
Who's going to help Red?
No, you hit him
too hard this time.
Why?
Red.
Red.
Tom.
[RED CRYING]
[WATER SLOSHING]
You all right?
I'm sorry.
I was just so jealous,
it's awful.
I, uh...
I love you, Red.
You mean everything
in the world to me
and I want you
to take you to Canada
and I want to
have babies with you
and I want to have a life
with you.
I do.
God, I love you.
You know how much
I love you, Red?
Do you?
You know
how much I love you?
Honey, honey,
come here.
Honey... Oh.
Damn.
OFFICER: [ON RADIO]
Hodes.
Wilcox.
I'm calling out
an all-points bulletin
at the highway patrol
and I'm sending a backup unit
to the old farm road.
Over.
CLIFF: Baa!
Little lambs.
Come on.HELEN: You're not taking her.
You're not taking her.ASHLEY: No.
Look...
You want to
play with us like animals,
have the guts
to take me.
No, no, no!
Oh, God.
Thank you very much,
but I kind of like mine
a little younger and tighter.
Could you please get back
out of the way
before I put your brains
all over that wall?
Come on, honey.
Bye-bye.
You perverted motherfucker!
You lay one hand on her,
one hand,
I swear to God I'll kill you.
Let's go.
Crazy loudmouth bitch
is beginning to bug me.
Well, come on.
What are we going to do,
Cliff?
We got to
get out of here.
I don't want to be
here anymore.
You just go out and wait
in the car for me, all right?
I got a little business
to tend to.
No, Cliff, we got to leave.
I said, just go out
and wait in the car!
Can you get that
through that thick,
stupid brain of yours?
You don't have to yell.
You don't have
to yell at me.
Turn around.
What?
Turn around.
Let me take a look at you.
Hold it right there.
Let's get comfortable.
Go on, sit down.
Why don't you
sit on back down?
You're so beautiful.
Truly beautiful.
I'll tell you what I want,
but you got to promise
not to laugh, okay?
Promise?Okay.
I just want a kiss,
a simple, honest
to goodness kiss.
Just like
if I was your boyfriend
and I left
and I came back,
and you really wanted
to kiss me,
that kind of kiss,
you know?
That's it, and if you do that,
you can go free.
That's it?
That's all.
Swear to God?
Well, look if I was gonna...
If I was gonna kill you,
I'd have, you know,
put the pistol in your mouth
and pulled the trigger.
I'd have done that
a long time ago. What?
What'd you...
Shh.
It's okay, it's all right.
You got a chance
to save your family here.
Now there's no reason
they should die
just because you're a prude.
See what I mean?
All I want is just...
Just a kiss,
just a... One little kiss.
What do you say?
That gun makes me nervous.
This little gun?Yeah.
Well, then, we're just gonna
take care of that, ain't we?
See that?
It's empty.Okay.
[BULLETS CLATTER]
So...
There was only one man
in this world
that found you
even remotely attractive,
and I just killed him.
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]
We're breaking up.
It, uh...
Happens all the time.
[FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE]
[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]
♪ Pretty blue jean baby
♪ With your big blue eyes
♪ I know you're only an angel
♪ Living in disguise
♪ Living in disguise
♪ Pretty blue jean baby
♪ Just to hold your hand
♪ Leaves the feeling inside me
♪ That you'll understand
♪ That you'll understand
♪ Then we walk together
You like that?
You like that, huh?
♪ Down lover's lane
♪ With a promise forever
You're such
a good little girl, ain't you?
♪ We'll always be the same
♪ Pretty blue jean lady
♪ I want the world to know
Come here.
♪ Heaven sent me an angel
♪ And I love you so
[GRUNTS]
♪ And I love you so ♪
[MUSIC STOPS]
I want you to want me!
[ENGINE STARTS]
Where you going?
Where you going now,
Elizabeth?
You will do it.
Put the gun down.
Put the gun down!
Daddy, just shoot him,
it's empty.
Put it down!You drop yours first!
Put the gun down, now.
Give me the gun,
give me the gun.
Come on.
Who are you?
You stay where you are.
Don't move.
Good to see you, Cliffy.
You remember me?
Hauser?
Yeah.
Yeah...
Yeah, I sure do.
So how you been?
All right.
How you been?
Well, not bad.
I've been having a little
problem with these folks.
I can see that.
CLIFF: Yeah.
Beginning
to really get on my nerves,
but don't you worry,
I'm going to take care of that
right about now.
Oh, God.
Put the gun down, Cliffy.
Ain't going to be
no more killing.
Why?
Because I said so,
that's why.
[SCOFFS]
Well, I was doing just fine
till you came along, so...
Shut up.
Put the gun down, Cliffy.
Do you hear me, boy?
I told you
to do something.
Now, do it.
Cliffy,
put the gun down.
You're lucky I like you.
Who, me?
No. Him.
Oh.
I love you.
You're my little brother.
Come over here
and give me a hug.
I haven't seen you
for a while.
Get your ass over here.
[MOUTHING]
You sure have grown.
Yeah, a little bit.
Love a reunion!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Jack.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYS LULLABY]
Look, Cliff,
I stayed in the car
like you said.
Where's Red?Everybody's gone.
CLIFF:
Somebody's coming.
Get in the car.
We're not going to fight
no more, right, Cliff?
CLIFF:
Get in the car!
[SIREN APPROACHES]Bobby, get down!
We're not going
to fight no more!Get down!
Get down! Bobby!
Get down!
Bobby!Put your hands
up in the air!
Put your hands up
in the air.
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby?
I'm okay.Oh, no.
Guy just missed me, Cliff.
He's fine.
Shit!
Let's get the fuck
out of here!
Stupid piece of shit.
Goddamn jail bait.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
Let's go.
Wait here.
This is Jack LaRoland.
This is an emergency.
Does anybody read me?
Honey,
what's your name?
You know my name.
Monday's child is full...
Full of grace.
Tuesday's child
is fair of face.
Wednesday's child is full...
Full of woe.
...child is full of grace.
Saturday's child...
[SIRENS BLARING]
But the child that's born
on the Sabbath day
is... Is faithful and happy.
Monday's child is full of...
Is full of grace.
Get out of the vehicle
with your hands up!
Get out of the vehicle
with your hands up, now!
Hold it.
Put your hands up
and turn around.
Turn around
with your hands up, now!
Turn around!
Gun!
Shit.
Bobby!
264,000 times 342?
Bobby!
I think we got
to talk about Mama.
HAUSER:
This ain't the time
or place, Cliffy.
Dude, you messed me up.
You messed me up
real good.
Shut up, Cliff.
And I just keep on
thinking about her,
and it just keeps going
through my head
over and over.
I don't want to
talk about it anymore.
I do want to talk about it,
all right?
Look, it happened,
it's over.
I've been thinking
about it for years.
And, I mean,
we were young,
but I remember just about
everything that happened.
And, you know, I just can't
for the life of me
remember
shooting her, now.
HAUSER:
I don't want to talk
about her anymore.
And I do!
Just forget it, man.
Now,
I was in the bathtub.
Now in the hell
did I shoot her?
Forget it, it's over.
It wasn't me, was it?
Was it?
[TIRES SCREECHING]
You answer me.
Don't give me
that shit, man.
You knew. You knew.
How did you...
Why did you let them think
that I shot her?
I was protecting you.
I couldn't watch her
touch you anymore.
I killed her for you.
I covered you, you covered me,
that was the game, remember?
Remember?
The game?
The game.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[GUNSHOT]
[SIREN BLARING]
Dad, no!
[INAUDIBLE]
ASHLEY:
Daddy! Daddy!
CLIFF: You got a radio?
I need a radio.
Daddy!
What do you think?
I'll put it
right through his left eye.
Shit.
JACK: [ON RADIO]
This is Jack LaRoland.
I repeat, Jack LaRoland.
The guy in the car
has got my daughter.
He wants a radio,
give him a radio now!
Easy... Easy, Cortez.
Just hand it to him
and get out of there.
CLIFF: Turn around.
Just keep your distance.
Hand me that radio.
Thank you very much.
Hey, what's your name?
Cortez.
You think
they're taking me seriously?
You got yourself
a wife and kids?
No, I don't.
Well, that's good.
Then no one will
miss you too much.
[GUNSHOT][ASHLEY SCREAMS]
No!
God!
CLIFF: [ON RADIO]
This is the bad guy.
Do you read me?
This is the bad guy,
does anybody read me?
Yeah.
Yeah, we read you.
Well, I'd like
a lifetime supply
of Oreo cookies,
the kind with
all the good stuff
in the middle.
What the fuck
is he talking about?
You want anything, honey?
Oh, oh, yeah?
Oh.
And my hostage,
well, she'd like to go
on Space Mountain,
only she doesn't want to
wait in line.
Now, besides that,
we'd kind of
like the roadblock cleared,
that way nobody else
will have to die. Okay?
Huh?
You got that?
Now you got 30 seconds
to clear that road bloc
or I'm going to drive
right up your butts.
Clear the roadblock!
Ain't that sweet, Jack?
So good to hear your voice.
Hey, Jack, you know
much about electronics?
It takes two wires
to make something like,
say, a light bulb work,
right?
Takes a positive wire
and a negative wire.
Well, I'm that negative wire,
Jack, you see?
I help power
that light bulb.
I help bring light
into the world.
I'm needed.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Fuck!
Come on, go!
Move!
He's coming fast!
Come on, move,
move, move!
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]
Hey, get your little ass
back here!
Daddy!
Oh, my God.
Get to the side.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
ASHLEY: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Stop it!
No, stop it!
Yes, Daddy, get him!
Kill him!
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Just kill him!
Daddy?
JACK: Move the car.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SHOUTING]
You pussy!
Come on, you pussy,
finish it off.
You pussy.
Pussy?
I don't think so.
[BELLS DINGING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARING]Fuck.
Fuck!
[SCREAMING]
could you pull over?
Why?
I need some air.
Oh, Ashley, if it bothers you,
you should have told me.
I would have waited.It doesn't bother me.
I just can't handle it
every three seconds.
Well, I don't think
I smoke every three seconds.
I don't know.
Well,
it seems like it.
Come on, guys,
I mean open the window.
Got 58,000, Dad.
50...Three more thousand
and your record's toast, Dad.
No, no, no,
that's Mom's score.
My best is 65.
No, no.
Mom's is like
40 something.
All right, okay.
It was worth a shot.
Your thumbs
getting tired, Rich?
No.Huh?
Oh, my God,
Cindy Crawford...
Oh, my God, oh.
I got 59,000.
Whoo.
I'm getting hungry.
Are you hungry?
A little bit.
Hey!Huh?
We're hungry,
let's mangia! Mangia!
What?
We're starving.
Come on, let's go eat.
Mangiare?
Mangiare!
Hey.Hey, next stop.
Use your ashtray.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I wasn't thinking.
Ashley,
map check, please.
How far is the next town?
ASHLEY: Too far.
That sucks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fire in the hole,
fire in the hole.
How many times have I said
get a reliable car?
This is a reliable car.It's not a reliable car.
I like this car.
GLEN: Get a new car.
Come to me for a loan.
I'll fix you up
with a new car.
JACK: I don't have the money
for a new car.
GLEN: Oh, don't give me that
teacher's poor salary stuff.
Come on, you got money saved,
I know.
JACK: That money's
for a house...
ASHLEY: Hey.Hi.
Look at this flower.
Looks more like
a weed to me.
RICH:
No, it's a flower.
It's lost.
Should I pick it?
Well, it's going to get
run over eventually.
You might as well.
No.
I'm going to leave it.
[SIGHS]
Richie!
Oh, God.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch.
Are you okay?
I can hardly hear you.
Yeah, okay.
I love you, too, baby.
Richie is fine.
Yeah,
he's having a blast.
See you in San Diego.
Bye-bye.
Howdy.
Those chickens
for laying?
Why don't you buy one,
and you can do
whatever you want with it.
Okay.
Ally says hi.
Oh, good.
Mom says, if she closes
her deal by Wednesday,
Yeah!
HELEN:
See, I told you
she'd be able to make it.
GLEN: So you did.
What's up with Ashley?
I don't know.
She wants to go back
to Wisconsin.
Tell her you can't
afford the ticket,
you're on a budget.
She's going to charge it
to her Visa card.
The girl is 16 years old,
Glen,
and she has a Visa card.
Can you believe this?Oh.
No, I'm serious.
If it were up to me,
which I understand it is not,
but if it were up to me,
I would tell her
to grow up,
and I would take
that Visa card
away from her.
GLEN:
She's got a point, Jack.
She knows her stuff.
JACK: You don't know her.
I know her.
All she needs
is a little space,
and she'll be fine.
HELEN:
What are you talking about,
she needs space?
Maybe you should
handle it.
Maybe I should,
Jack.
GLEN: Maybe you two
should knock it off.
RICH:
Jack, come on.
Ashley,
where you going?
I'm going to the bathroom.
Is that okay?
You know
what you're getting, pal?
Getting sick
of listening to them.
That's good here.Yeah.
[MAN URINATING]
Um...
Sorry.
I'll go.
No, don't leave.
Are you sure?
Sure
as the sun's shining.
Okay.
Sure is hot out there,
ain't it?
Yeah.
Yep.
[URINAL FLUSHING]
Yes, sir.
Are you just
driving through?
Yeah, we're on our way
to San Diego.
Oh.
Are you vacationing?
Yeah.Hmm.
Why do you put on makeup
in this kind of heat?
Um, I don't know, I just...
I guess
I just like to look pretty.
Well... [CLEARS THROAT]
Trust me,
you got no problem
with that.
Can I be frank with you?
You can do
what you feel like doing,
it's a free world.
Oh, boy,
you wouldn't want that.
What do you mean?
Well, if...
If I did
what I feel like doing,
you'd slap my face
and run out of here screaming.
Well, it's been a long time
since anyone made me scream.
How old are you?
I'll be 18
in three months.
Could be 18
in three minutes.
I was 18 a long time ago.
[SOFTLY]
I wasn't 18 till I was 20.
Well, it'd just
break my heart
if I never got
to see you again.
It would.
Well, then, why don't you
do something about it?
What do you suggest?
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, you are a little devil,
ain't you?
Oh, God.
How's the burger?My food is really bad.
Just fantastic
and terrible.
[SNIFFLES]
JACK: Richie.
Look. Look.
WOMAN: Oh, thank you.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MAN 1: Okay.MAN 2: All right?
You guys,
isn't that the car
from earlier? Richie's car.
RICHIE: Yeah.
Yeah, that's it.
I'm just going to
talk to him.
Glen.
Glen.I'm just gonna talk to him.
Glen...
Is that your car?
No, I don't drive.
Sorry.
You mean the Eldorado?
Yeah.
That's mine. Why?
You looking to buy?
You could have killed
someone on the highway.
Oh, yeah.
Well, I'm really sorry
about that,
but it wasn't my fault.
You see, my girlfriend Red,
she had her hand
between my legs.
I tell you the truth,
I was just about to pop,
when I looked up
and it was too late.
I just blew
by your boy over there
like a fence post,
you know.
So I apologize for her.
Son of a bitch.
You see what I mean?
Ain't she a bitch?
Save the bullshit.
I don't think it's funny.
Glen, just leave it alone now.
Come on.
MAN: I mean...
See there,
now he's mad at me,
and I didn't even do anything,
because of you.
Me?Yeah, because of you.
Well, listen, you have
every right to be angry.
Look, I know
I have every right
to be angry.
You nearly killed my son
on the road today.
Well, he's okay, ain't he?
Yeah, he's fine.
All right, then.
JACK: Glen.Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, shit.JACK: Glen.
You're okay, right?
JACK: Leave it.
GLEN: He's okay.
He's okay, right?
Let's go.
Let's go.
Glen, leave it.
Glenlivet?
Are you the vodka guy?
Glenlivet.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
What the hell
is it with you, huh?
He's in there right now
laughing it up
with his friends.
So what?
What are you going to do?
Kick his ass?
I wouldn't mind it.
Guys like that,
that's how they get
their attention, okay?
Let's go.
Drop it, come on.
Glen-leave-it.
Who's Glen-leave-it?
Who's Glen-leave-it?
Livet.
Livet.
Who's that?
It's a very good Scotch.
Scotch.
Glenlivet, so cool.
JACK: I can't believe
what happened.
HELEN:
Never seen Glen
that upset before.
JACK: Well, I have.
HELEN:
I can't even imagine
what that feels like.
I don't know.
He seems okay, though.
You all right, Dad?
Yeah.
Some people, I tell you.
[ALL SCREAMING]
Dad!
GLEN: No!
Son of a bitch!
Richie,
you go ride with Jack.
Dad, no, calm down!
I mean it. You go now.
Dad, calm down!
Just let it go, all right?
I'll be back. Go, now!
Dad!
Dad!
Jesus.
Let's go.
Whoo!
Go, get him, Cliff!
Come on, he's coming
down the road right now.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo!
[REVVING ENGINE]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Okay.
Come on!
Come on.
MAN: Come on.
Come on,
let's get going.
Come on!
Come on.
Come on, show me.
Come on!
He's getting closer.
Cliff, come on.
Come on!
Go get him, Cliff!
Come on!
Get him!
Whoo!
Come on!
Shit!
Oh, yeah.
Oh, shit.
Did you see that?
RED: Oh, my God.
Glen!
Glen!
Dad!
HELEN: Glen!Glen.
I'm okay.
Dad!Are you okay?
Get Richie back.
JACK: Get Rich back.
This car saved my life.Shit.
Try to unbuckle.
Try to unbuckle.
I thrashed my leg.
It's crushed, all right.
I'm holding you.
Come on. Come on.
Are you okay?
I crushed my legs, Jack.
Can you move?
Ashley,
get me the tire jack!
Sure I'm not putting you out
or anything, Jack?
Dad!
Hey, Rich.
JACK: Come on.
Oh, man.
[RICHIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I'm sorry, boy.
Looked pretty cool,
huh, boy?
Oh, Dad.
JACK: Ashley!
Come on, it's all right.
You go over there.
It's all right,
I'll be okay.
Dad.
Go on, get back, buddy.
Come on.
Daddy,
the car's on fire!
JACK: Put some sand on it!Get me the hell out of here!
JACK:
Put some sand on it!
Get me the hell
out of here, Jack.
Come on!
Get me the hell
out of here!
Come on!
HELEN: Jack!
Daddy, it won't go out!
HELEN: Oh, my God.
Daddy,
come out of the car.
I feel the heat, Jack.
[ANGUISHED SHOUTING]
Get Richie back.
I don't want him
to see me burn.
Get back! Get back!
RICH: No!
No!
No!
Jack, don't leave me.
Don't leave me.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
GLEN: Oh, God!
[ANGUISHED SCREAMING]
Where are we going, Jack?
[HELEN MURMURING]
Stop it. Stop it!Honey, it's okay.
Richie, it's okay.
Stop the car.
Richie, please.Stop the car.
Stop it.
Stop it now.
Daddy, no!
HELEN: It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay, honey.
It's okay.
Shh.
It's okay.
Helen.
Jack,
we have to stop. Stop.
Oh, Christ.
Stay in the car.
Is she...
It's that girl
in the diner.
Don't, don't, don't.
Don't move her,
don't move her.
Oh, dear God.
She's breathing.
She's breathing.
Can you move?
Can you sit up?
Be steady.
He tried to kill me.
Who tried to kill you?
He tried to kill me.
We got to get to the police,
we cannot...
[ENGINE REVVING]
Oh, my God.[GIGGLING]
It's them.Bitch!
Let go of me.Jack, come on, let's go.
Go back in the car.
Let go of me.
Oh, my God.
How are you doing?
I'm really sorry
about the little charade,
but we were just afraid
you wouldn't stop otherwise.
Jeez, we're sorry.
I mean, really wasn't
our fault though, you know.
We...
It wasn't our fault.
Jack, get in the car,
come on.
I didn't mean
to hurt him,
but we were just
kind of playing a game.
And well, he miscalculated
and just, sort of...
You know, kind of
went off that bluff.
Sorry.
Yeah, it's a tragedy.
Jack, come on,
get in the car now.
ASHLEY: Daddy.
Dad, get in the car.
Jack, get in the car.
Daddy, get in the car!
You're going to jail.
Can't go to jail.
Jack, no!
No!
No! Jack!
Why in the hell
are you doing this to us?
Oh, Christ.
We can't go to jail,
right?
We can't go to jail,
can't pass Go,
collect 200
like they say, right?
Get him out of here.
He's already starting
to stink.
HELEN: Jack!
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
[MUSIC PLAYING
ON CAR STEREO]
God.
Stop.
Stop.
As soon as
this is all over,
me and Cliff,
we're going to go to Canada,
and I'm going to
get a job designing clothes.
Jesus, Red,
stewardess,
dancer,
veterinarian,
interior designer,
dolphin trainer.
Don't you talk to me
like that.
You hurt my feelings.
CLIFF:
Dida-dida-dum,
dida-dida-dum...
Bobby?
Yeah.
365 times 12.9?
4280.5.
Isn't that
the damnedest thing?
He can't spell "bird,"
but he can...
He can add up
just about anything.
He's one of them,
one of them artistic savants.
Yeah, like them sharks,
right?
You just said
I'm a shark.
Tell them
about them shark.
Come on,
tell them the story.
You tell them, Bobby.
Them sharks,
they can't stop moving.
They can't stop moving
or they die.
Ain't that right?That's right, Bobby.
Ain't that right?
Now, Bobby, don't forget
to keep your gun up.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Keep your gun up. Never know
what people are going to do.
Yeah.
You can't trust nobody,
right?
That's right, Bobby.Yeah, can't trust nobody.
That's right.'Cept you.
That's right.
BOBBY:
Can't trust nobody.
CLIFF:
Dum-dida-dida-dum...
RED:
I... I think he's alive.
He is.
Shit, he's alive.
You got to kill him.
What are we going to do?
You don't get away with this.
People don't
get away with this.
Come on, knock it off.
Come on, they don't!
This is real life.
This is a living human being.
Shut up.
Just shut up.
They're gonna kill me.
Shut up.
No, no.
Do it.
Do it.
No.
[GROANS]
Come on, just kill him.
Come on, just shoot him.
Come on, kill him.
Shoot him.
Come on,
just pull the trigger,
just kill him,
just shoot him.
What, are you scared?
Don't look at me!
[TOM WHIMPERING]
How does it feel
to kill somebody?
You should know,
we both killed him.
No, I didn't kill him.
You killed him.
I had nothing to do
with that.
My conscience is clean.
TOM: Why did you put
the windshield vipers on?
RED: Because
when I was a little girl,
I used to take piano lessons,
and so I like the clicking.
TOM: Oh!
Why we are sitting here?
We need to get out of here.
RED: You got a plan,
Tom, huh?
No, I don't got...
I don't have a plan.
We don't need a plan.
Let's just get
the hell out of here.
Where are we gonna go?I don't know where we're...
Why do we need to go
anywhere?
Let's just leave here.
RED: No. No, Cliff...
Cliff knows why were here.
He knows what he's doing.
Oh, yeah,
he knows what he's doing.RED: He knows.
TOM:
He knows what he's doing?
We're sitting here
and we're rotting.
What are we doing?
They're in there,
they're rotting.
We're out here
and we're rotting.
We're in the middle
of nowhere!
Did you see?
They're like animals!
BOBBY: Yeah!
Hi.
CLIFF: Hey, honey.
How you doing?
[GROWLS]
TOM: You see, you see?
Don't you realize
what we've done?
What?
Hey, man, what's up?
What's up,
buttercup, huh?
Hey.
I don't like it here.
I don't like...
What's the matter?
I want to leave.
I want to leave.
CLIFF: Hey, it's okay.
It's gonna be all right.
Got us a plan, don't we?
BOBBY: Yeah.
Tell him.
Come on, listen, Tom,
it's a good old plan.
CLIFF:
All right, now we...
We crash the Cherokee
where the...
Where the Mustang is.BOBBY: Yeah.
BOBBY: Crash the Cherokee
to the Mustang,
'60... '65 Mustang.
And then we...
We put the family inside,
we set it on fire, and...
And that's it.
It just looks like
a big accident.
Yeah,
it looks like an accident.
CLIFF:
I mean it happens
all the time, right?
It happens all the time,
it does.
What if somebody
already saw the Mustang?
What if somebody
already saw it,
then it's crashed?
Negative, negative,
negative, right?
You always got to be negative,
don't you, huh?
That's just a chance
we're gonna have to take.
Now,
we got to get the father
and then we...RED: Um...
What?
Tom shot him.
CLIFF: He did what?
Tom shot him.
What do you mean,
"Tom shot him"?
Red told me to.
RED: No...
I mean, what were
we supposed to do?
You know, he was alive.
Well,
you bash his head in.
God, you don't shoot him.
They're gonna find
the goddamn bullet.
Oh, shit.
He shot him.
Now where did you
shoot him?
Uh...
Right there.
Right there?
BOBBY: Uh-oh.
Well...
You're going to have
to cut his head off now.
Jesus Christ,
I can't cut a man's head off
and then burn his family.
Why not?
I mean, you already
killed him once.
Why don't you
just kill him again?
Yeah, that's right.
You did kill him
once already, Tom.
I mean, don't make
such a big deal out of it.RED: Yeah.
What,
you got a better plan?
[CLIFF GIGGLING]
Got a better plan, Tom?
All right, 3:00 or 4:00
in the morning,
when the road's clear,
we take care of business,
all right?
Yeah.
Now look, don't worry.
By sunrise
they'll all be gone,
and we'll be on our way.
Right, Bobby?
Everything will be
hunky-dory, won't it?
Hunky-dory.
42,000 times 18?
423,000.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, you are a genius.
That boy
is a goddamn genius.
Excuse me,
I got to use your phone.
Oh, it's for
business use only.
I'm going to use the phone.
You can't. Sunny?
Mom, what's going on?
I need to use the phone.Sunny.
Come on!
This man is being
rude to me.
Okay, okay.
You can just turn around
and walk on out of here.
You heard me.
What are you going to do,
shoot me?
Huh?
What are you going to do?
Shoot me?
Now you grab the phone
and you call the police.
You heard the man,
Sunny.
MAN:
What'd the guy look like?
Brown hair, long.
How old?
I don't know, 25, 30.
He was with two other guys
and a girl,
red-haired girl.
Were they driving
an old Eldorado?
Yeah.
Shit.
What?
Who are you calling?Hospital.
Somebody
better take a look at you.
Come on, I'm fine.
I mean, forget the hospital.
Come on!
Let's go,
let's do something.
I'm going with you.
I told you to calm down.
I'm okay.
Let me
get those cuffs off.
Move your hands over here.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
HODES: [ON RADIO]
Wilcox, this is Hodes.
I want you to get down
to the station right away.
There's a man handcuffed
to the wall, watch him.
Really want to
get out of those cuffs?
What you do is,
grab your hand,
and twist
until you hear a crack.
Slides right through.
The only problem is,
fuck up your golf game.
Used to shoot in the low 80s.
Now...
Fuck if I break 100.
Look, I got a plan
that will get us both
out of this place.
We got to work together.
Yeah,
I'm going to trust you.
You know,
what they got me for?
Shoplifting.
You're real funny.
Okay, truth,
I thumb in from Atchison,
Kansas, to see my brother.
I haven't seen the boy
for 17 years.
Sheriff doesn't think
it's too good an idea,
because last time
we were together,
caused a bit of a problem.
So here I am
till I decide
to leave town.
You know this guy
has got your family?
He's an old enemy of mine.
Let me tell you
about him.
Crazy son of a bitch,
killed his own mother
when he was nine years old.
Shut up.
I swear to God,
I'm telling you the truth.
You think this guy
is going to hesitate
killing your family
when he blew away
his own mother?
Now, I know
where this guy hangs out.
You get me out,
I'll get you to him.
So what do you say?
Partners?
Oh, my God.
Shh...
Oh, God.
I started
this whole thing.
All of this is my fault.
Oh, honey,
it is not your fault.
How could this possibly
be your fault?
Yes, it is.
I think I was gonna
do something with them.
Honey,
do you really think
that's why
this is happening?
Yes, I know it.
That is not
why this is happening.
Richie.
Richie, honey,
talk to me.
Please talk to me,
honey.
He's wrong.
He's wrong!
He's wrong.
What are you
jabbering about?
Go ahead, ask him.
Ask him what?
[STAMMERS]
Ask him one of those
mathematical problems.
Mathematical what?
Why?
Just ask him.
Bobby?Yeah.
What's 3,511 times 46?
153,406.
You're wrong.
He's wrong.
He's been wrong
this whole time.
42 times point-five.
You see how
this whole thing is wrong?
What are you
mumbling about?
Look, you idiot,
it's wrong!
He's wrong.
He's just messing
with you, Bobby.
What?
Is he?
No,
I'm not messing with him.
I'm not messing with him.
See, look, if you just
check it out right here.
Got to go to the bathroom.
I don't give a shit,
I'll do it here.
All right, all right.
Hold on.
Hey, hey.
Back off.Take it easy. Okay?
Take it easy.
Okay?
Don't point
that goddamn thing at me.
Sheriff talked about...Yeah, an old farm road.
I know where it is,
let's go.
That's where we're going?
That's where we're going.
Goddamn.
Now these aren't the keys.
They must be in his pocket,
go get them.
Shit.
[GROANS]
WILCOX: [ON RADIO]
Hodes, Wilcox.
They're gone, both of 'em.
Goddamn peeping Tom.
Goddamn!
Come on.
[HODES GROANING]
Why?
Open wide, Clyde.
Come on.
[HODES GAGGING]
HODES: Why?
Who in heaven knows?
Cliff?
What?
I think
you made your point.
What?
Maybe now just...
Now just what?
You were gonna
say something.
Now just what?
I think he's had enough.
I mean,
if you're going to kill him...
Why don't you
just kill him?If I'm... if I'm...
If I'm gonna kill him,
just kill him?
Yeah.
Why is Hodes here,
Tom, huh?
Is the father dead,
Tom, huh?
Did you kill him?
I...
I saw him kill him.
I saw him.
CLIFF:
You were there?
No,
but I was in the car,
but he kill...
Oh, you were
in the car?
But, see, I killed him.But you killed him?
Yeah, I put
a bullet in his ear,
and he's dead.
Put a bullet in his ear?
Well, Tom?
Christ, Cliff,
come on, man,
'cause I did it.
I swear to God, I did it.
You did it, didn't ya?
Just like that, right?
Yeah.
Tell me about it.
What was it...
No, it was like that,
I just saw the light go
right out in his eyes.
Right out?
Just like that.
TOM: I saw the light
go out in his eyes.
You just watched
the light go out, right?
Yeah! Ha-ha!
CLIFF: Just... Just...
Well, it didn't
even bother you, did it?
No.
You know, that's good,
because...
Why don't you just shoot him
again, huh?
Why don't you just watch
that light going out again,
huh?
Here you go.
Okay, Tom, now come on.
Go on, Tom,
there's your chance,
watch the lights go out.
Please. Please.CLIFF: Come on.
Please, Tom,
he's begging you!
Now is your chance,
watch that old light
go out from the first time.
Come on, Tom.
You pussy.
You keep your eyes
wide open.
I want to see
that light go out.
You're going to want to watch
that head explode.
[GUN FIRES][SCREAMING]
Whoo, doggies!
Oh, that was easy,
wasn't it?
Daddy, there's a bad guy
at the door.
WOMAN: What is it?
God.
Honey.
Hey, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
Get back, back,
back, back, back.
Cool it, man, cool it, man.
We ain't got any money, man.
I need the keys.
Give me the keys!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Be cool.
Here.
You're pathetic.
You set around all day,
you got no dreams.
Cliff.
I have dreams.
I do have dreams.
You do?
[STAMMERS] Like what,
running off with Red,
because that ain't
gonna happen.
Stop it, Cliff.
She don't even like you.
She don't give
a shit about you.
As a matter of fact,
and actually,
especially, since I told her
about Tony down at the diner.
Stop it, Cliff.
I told her that you couldn't
get a thingy with her.
Why was that anyway?
I mean, why couldn't you
get a whammy there, huh?
I'll tell you why.
The reason why is
because you're not a man.
You're a scared little boy
with a bald head
and hush puppies.
I said stop it.
Sometimes you really
get on my nerves!
Come on, give it to me!
Give it to me!
Hit me again!Come on, you guys.
Come on, hit me again!
Come on, Tom!
Come on, hit me again.
Stop it.
I deserve it.
BOBBY: Stop it, no more.
I deserve it.
Come on, come on, Tom.
I'm sorry.
I just...
I'm stressed out.
I had a...
I had a tough day.
Look, I don't want to
lose you guys,
I really don't.
I love ya. And...
And I'm sorry
for whatever
I might have done.
Tom,
Come here.
Come here, Tom.
It's all right.
It's okay.
[TOM WEEPING]
Hey, just let it on out,
it's all right.
You're okay,
every family
has their problems.
TOM: I need some tissue.
You do. Yeah.
You dripped all over me.
You okay?
Why don't you
get yourself a tissue?
All right.
You got little snot bubbles
in here.
Everything
is going to be all right.
TOM:
I'll be right back.
All right,
don't you worry now.
It'll be all right.
[BOBBY SCREAMS]
BOBBY: No!
No.
Tom.
Shh. Listen.
Tom.
Shh.
Red?
RED: Tom.
Red?
Something's wrong
with Red.
No.
Red?
Tom.
Who's going to help Red?
No, you hit him
too hard this time.
Why?
Red.
Red.
Tom.
[RED CRYING]
[WATER SLOSHING]
You all right?
I'm sorry.
I was just so jealous,
it's awful.
I, uh...
I love you, Red.
You mean everything
in the world to me
and I want you
to take you to Canada
and I want to
have babies with you
and I want to have a life
with you.
I do.
God, I love you.
You know how much
I love you, Red?
Do you?
You know
how much I love you?
Honey, honey,
come here.
Honey... Oh.
Damn.
OFFICER: [ON RADIO]
Hodes.
Wilcox.
I'm calling out
an all-points bulletin
at the highway patrol
and I'm sending a backup unit
to the old farm road.
Over.
CLIFF: Baa!
Little lambs.
Come on.HELEN: You're not taking her.
You're not taking her.ASHLEY: No.
Look...
You want to
play with us like animals,
have the guts
to take me.
No, no, no!
Oh, God.
Thank you very much,
but I kind of like mine
a little younger and tighter.
Could you please get back
out of the way
before I put your brains
all over that wall?
Come on, honey.
Bye-bye.
You perverted motherfucker!
You lay one hand on her,
one hand,
I swear to God I'll kill you.
Let's go.
Crazy loudmouth bitch
is beginning to bug me.
Well, come on.
What are we going to do,
Cliff?
We got to
get out of here.
I don't want to be
here anymore.
You just go out and wait
in the car for me, all right?
I got a little business
to tend to.
No, Cliff, we got to leave.
I said, just go out
and wait in the car!
Can you get that
through that thick,
stupid brain of yours?
You don't have to yell.
You don't have
to yell at me.
Turn around.
What?
Turn around.
Let me take a look at you.
Hold it right there.
Let's get comfortable.
Go on, sit down.
Why don't you
sit on back down?
You're so beautiful.
Truly beautiful.
I'll tell you what I want,
but you got to promise
not to laugh, okay?
Promise?Okay.
I just want a kiss,
a simple, honest
to goodness kiss.
Just like
if I was your boyfriend
and I left
and I came back,
and you really wanted
to kiss me,
that kind of kiss,
you know?
That's it, and if you do that,
you can go free.
That's it?
That's all.
Swear to God?
Well, look if I was gonna...
If I was gonna kill you,
I'd have, you know,
put the pistol in your mouth
and pulled the trigger.
I'd have done that
a long time ago. What?
What'd you...
Shh.
It's okay, it's all right.
You got a chance
to save your family here.
Now there's no reason
they should die
just because you're a prude.
See what I mean?
All I want is just...
Just a kiss,
just a... One little kiss.
What do you say?
That gun makes me nervous.
This little gun?Yeah.
Well, then, we're just gonna
take care of that, ain't we?
See that?
It's empty.Okay.
[BULLETS CLATTER]
So...
There was only one man
in this world
that found you
even remotely attractive,
and I just killed him.
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]
We're breaking up.
It, uh...
Happens all the time.
[FOOTSTEPS IN DISTANCE]
[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]
♪ Pretty blue jean baby
♪ With your big blue eyes
♪ I know you're only an angel
♪ Living in disguise
♪ Living in disguise
♪ Pretty blue jean baby
♪ Just to hold your hand
♪ Leaves the feeling inside me
♪ That you'll understand
♪ That you'll understand
♪ Then we walk together
You like that?
You like that, huh?
♪ Down lover's lane
♪ With a promise forever
You're such
a good little girl, ain't you?
♪ We'll always be the same
♪ Pretty blue jean lady
♪ I want the world to know
Come here.
♪ Heaven sent me an angel
♪ And I love you so
[GRUNTS]
♪ And I love you so ♪
[MUSIC STOPS]
I want you to want me!
[ENGINE STARTS]
Where you going?
Where you going now,
Elizabeth?
You will do it.
Put the gun down.
Put the gun down!
Daddy, just shoot him,
it's empty.
Put it down!You drop yours first!
Put the gun down, now.
Give me the gun,
give me the gun.
Come on.
Who are you?
You stay where you are.
Don't move.
Good to see you, Cliffy.
You remember me?
Hauser?
Yeah.
Yeah...
Yeah, I sure do.
So how you been?
All right.
How you been?
Well, not bad.
I've been having a little
problem with these folks.
I can see that.
CLIFF: Yeah.
Beginning
to really get on my nerves,
but don't you worry,
I'm going to take care of that
right about now.
Oh, God.
Put the gun down, Cliffy.
Ain't going to be
no more killing.
Why?
Because I said so,
that's why.
[SCOFFS]
Well, I was doing just fine
till you came along, so...
Shut up.
Put the gun down, Cliffy.
Do you hear me, boy?
I told you
to do something.
Now, do it.
Cliffy,
put the gun down.
You're lucky I like you.
Who, me?
No. Him.
Oh.
I love you.
You're my little brother.
Come over here
and give me a hug.
I haven't seen you
for a while.
Get your ass over here.
[MOUTHING]
You sure have grown.
Yeah, a little bit.
Love a reunion!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Jack.
[MUSIC BOX PLAYS LULLABY]
Look, Cliff,
I stayed in the car
like you said.
Where's Red?Everybody's gone.
CLIFF:
Somebody's coming.
Get in the car.
We're not going to fight
no more, right, Cliff?
CLIFF:
Get in the car!
[SIREN APPROACHES]Bobby, get down!
We're not going
to fight no more!Get down!
Get down! Bobby!
Get down!
Bobby!Put your hands
up in the air!
Put your hands up
in the air.
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby?
I'm okay.Oh, no.
Guy just missed me, Cliff.
He's fine.
Shit!
Let's get the fuck
out of here!
Stupid piece of shit.
Goddamn jail bait.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
Let's go.
Wait here.
This is Jack LaRoland.
This is an emergency.
Does anybody read me?
Honey,
what's your name?
You know my name.
Monday's child is full...
Full of grace.
Tuesday's child
is fair of face.
Wednesday's child is full...
Full of woe.
...child is full of grace.
Saturday's child...
[SIRENS BLARING]
But the child that's born
on the Sabbath day
is... Is faithful and happy.
Monday's child is full of...
Is full of grace.
Get out of the vehicle
with your hands up!
Get out of the vehicle
with your hands up, now!
Hold it.
Put your hands up
and turn around.
Turn around
with your hands up, now!
Turn around!
Gun!
Shit.
Bobby!
264,000 times 342?
Bobby!
I think we got
to talk about Mama.
HAUSER:
This ain't the time
or place, Cliffy.
Dude, you messed me up.
You messed me up
real good.
Shut up, Cliff.
And I just keep on
thinking about her,
and it just keeps going
through my head
over and over.
I don't want to
talk about it anymore.
I do want to talk about it,
all right?
Look, it happened,
it's over.
I've been thinking
about it for years.
And, I mean,
we were young,
but I remember just about
everything that happened.
And, you know, I just can't
for the life of me
remember
shooting her, now.
HAUSER:
I don't want to talk
about her anymore.
And I do!
Just forget it, man.
Now,
I was in the bathtub.
Now in the hell
did I shoot her?
Forget it, it's over.
It wasn't me, was it?
Was it?
[TIRES SCREECHING]
You answer me.
Don't give me
that shit, man.
You knew. You knew.
How did you...
Why did you let them think
that I shot her?
I was protecting you.
I couldn't watch her
touch you anymore.
I killed her for you.
I covered you, you covered me,
that was the game, remember?
Remember?
The game?
The game.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[GUNSHOT]
[SIREN BLARING]
Dad, no!
[INAUDIBLE]
ASHLEY:
Daddy! Daddy!
CLIFF: You got a radio?
I need a radio.
Daddy!
What do you think?
I'll put it
right through his left eye.
Shit.
JACK: [ON RADIO]
This is Jack LaRoland.
I repeat, Jack LaRoland.
The guy in the car
has got my daughter.
He wants a radio,
give him a radio now!
Easy... Easy, Cortez.
Just hand it to him
and get out of there.
CLIFF: Turn around.
Just keep your distance.
Hand me that radio.
Thank you very much.
Hey, what's your name?
Cortez.
You think
they're taking me seriously?
You got yourself
a wife and kids?
No, I don't.
Well, that's good.
Then no one will
miss you too much.
[GUNSHOT][ASHLEY SCREAMS]
No!
God!
CLIFF: [ON RADIO]
This is the bad guy.
Do you read me?
This is the bad guy,
does anybody read me?
Yeah.
Yeah, we read you.
Well, I'd like
a lifetime supply
of Oreo cookies,
the kind with
all the good stuff
in the middle.
What the fuck
is he talking about?
You want anything, honey?
Oh, oh, yeah?
Oh.
And my hostage,
well, she'd like to go
on Space Mountain,
only she doesn't want to
wait in line.
Now, besides that,
we'd kind of
like the roadblock cleared,
that way nobody else
will have to die. Okay?
Huh?
You got that?
Now you got 30 seconds
to clear that road bloc
or I'm going to drive
right up your butts.
Clear the roadblock!
Ain't that sweet, Jack?
So good to hear your voice.
Hey, Jack, you know
much about electronics?
It takes two wires
to make something like,
say, a light bulb work,
right?
Takes a positive wire
and a negative wire.
Well, I'm that negative wire,
Jack, you see?
I help power
that light bulb.
I help bring light
into the world.
I'm needed.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Fuck!
Come on, go!
Move!
He's coming fast!
Come on, move,
move, move!
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]
Hey, get your little ass
back here!
Daddy!
Oh, my God.
Get to the side.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
ASHLEY: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Stop it!
No, stop it!
Yes, Daddy, get him!
Kill him!
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Just kill him!
Daddy?
JACK: Move the car.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SHOUTING]
You pussy!
Come on, you pussy,
finish it off.
You pussy.
Pussy?
I don't think so.
[BELLS DINGING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARING]Fuck.
Fuck!
[SCREAMING]