Picket Fences (1992–1996): Season 4, Episode 4 - Bloodbrothers - full transcript
Littleton faces a troubled figure from his past when two escaped prisoners make their way into Rome, one of them is his brother seeking revenge against him for sending him to prison nearly five years ago. Meanwhile, Matthew pleads with Zack not to tell their father about a potentially dangerous accident after Matthew accidentally started a fire while smoking a cigarette.
[Littleton] And so,
they tried to decide
which son deserved
the prize.
They tried,
but they could not decide.
They argued all night...
Yahweh saw this,
the God of all things.
He took
the beautiful white light
up into the sky.
He keeps it there
for all to see.
It is still there.
It will always be there.
It is there to...
[laughs] One more?
‐No, honey, come on...
‐Just a little one, please.
Okay, go get it.
Hurry up.
‐[bang]
‐[exclaims]
‐[shouting]
‐Cara, Cara!
Daddy!
Long time, no see, bro.
Dale?
[them music playing]
[theme music ends]
Jimmy, you know those three guys
who broke out of Joliet?
Ripon Police just picked up
one of ’em 20 minutes ago.
They think the other two
are headed our way.
Fugitive number one...
Robert Quincy Adams,
male, white.
190 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches,
jailhouse tattoos covering
both arms and upper back.
Now, fugitive number two
is Dale James Betts,
a. k. a., Sky Betts,
male, black, 225 pounds,
6 feet 2 inches,
no distinguishing scars
or tattoos.
Now, look,
since these guys escaped,
they are suspects
in two armed robberies.
The latest was in Green Lake,
where they hit a pawnshop
and they got a trunkload
of guns and ammo, okay?
Ripon PD believe
that they are making a run
for Canada.
They were last seen
heading north on 49.
Suspects vehicle, ’88 Dodge.
Omni blue,
license number A24CJB.
All right, look,
these guys are dangerous, so...
I don’t want any John Waynes
out there.
If you see ’em...
‐you call for backup,
understood?
‐[all] Yes, sir.
Is that a real gun?
Yeah.
Yeah, sweeto.
‐Can I touch it?
‐No, you can’t touch it.
Dale, put that thing up,
please.
Cool.
You really my uncle?
Well, yeah, I’m your uncle.
Didn’t your daddy ever tell you
that he had a big brother, huh?
But he’s in prison.
Oh, he was in prison.
Sweetheart, go put your PJs on,
okay, get ready for bed.
‐But I’m not tired.
‐Go now.
[laughing] She looks
just like Mama, man.
How the hell did you
get out, Dale?
I didn’t kill nobody.
We had a little trouble
on the road.
Had to split up.
Well, they caught one of ’em.
‐Black or white?
‐He was black.
That means Quincy
is still out there.
[scoffs] Ain’t never gonna
take him alive.
What about you, Dale?
That remains to be seen.
Look here, man.
‐I need your car,
I need some cash.
‐[scoffs]
Four years, Dale,
you were eligible for parole
in four years.
‐What are you doing?
‐Hey, don’t lecture me, man.
Are you gonna help me or not?
I never asked you
for nothing, man.
Not when I was on the run,
not when I was in the joint.
Now, I’m asking you now.
I don’t have a lot of cash here,
all right?
I gotta...
I gotta go to the bank.
Hey...
You wanna play in my room,
Uncle Sky?
Well, heck, yeah.
You got any good games
in there?
‐I got Twister.
‐Get out of here. Twister?
Do you know what,
I’m the Twister champ
of the whole world.
‐Uh‐uh.
‐Uh‐huh. Come on.
[laughs] Hey.
Go ahead.
We’ll be all right.
‐Come on.
‐[laughs]
I get to go first.
[news anchor] At this hour,
police are questioning the man
as to the whereabouts
of the other two fugitives,
still believed to be
in the area.
I hate to say it, folks,
but you just might
want to lock your doors‐‐
[melodious music playing]
Ah!
‐Mom?
‐Zach, I’m taking a bath.
Sorry.
I’m hungry.
[Jill] Well, talk to Dad,
it’s his night to cook.
But he’s not home, yet.
There’s salsa and chips
in the pantry.
[Matthew] Mom, Dr. Joey’s
on the phone.
Matthew, I’ll call her back.
[knocking on the door]
Could I have five minutes
to myself in here, please?
I’m sorry, this situation
came up, I’m sorry.
I know, I heard.
What about the kids, honey?
They’re starving.
‐Ah, yeah, okay, I’ll‐‐
‐Maybe we should
just order pizza.
‐[Zack] Yeah, pizza!
‐I’m gonna do
that egg thing...
Oh, Jimmy, not eggs
for dinner, honey.
[Max] Ah, Jimmy...
I thought you wanna see this
right away.
‐Uh, excuse me.
‐Hi, Jill.
‐You want backup?
‐No, I’ll take care of this.
‐Smells good in here.
‐Uh... just...
just close the door on your way
out, would you, please, Max?
‐Oh, sure.
‐Thanks.
‐I’m sorry, was that pizza‐‐
‐Out!
Argh!
[police car honks]
Sky?
[snoring lightly]
Wake up!
Dale, wake up, damn it!
All right, come on, man,
get in this. Wake up, man.
All right, man, okay.
‐Look, man, I’m gone
for 20 minutes...
‐[coughs]
Look, man. Look, man...
I’m out there sneaking around
I’m ducking corners for you,
The cops drive by, and I...
I’m feeling like
I’m the criminal.
I’m withdrawing my own money
from my own bank.
‐Now, I’m not, I’m not going
out there risking myself to...
‐Shh!
...to take care of you
while you’re up here
drunk, Dale!
Hey, lighten up, man.
I’m tired, man.
Haven’t slept for 36 hours, man.
‐I just, I just need to sleep,
all right.
‐No, Dale.
‐Come on, please, wake up, man.
‐Oh, man, I’m sleeping.
Dale, how long do you think
it’s gonna take for the cops
to figure out we’re brothers?
They’ll be here in a second.
‐Now, wake up! Wake up, man!
‐I need to sleep, man.
Don’t you hit me, man!
Don’t hit me!
All right, Dale, let go of me.
[doorbell ringing]
Who is it?
Let go of me, Dale.
‐All right... All right.
‐Look, man...
Stay here.
[door closes]
‐John.
‐Jimmy.
‐May I?
‐Yeah. Come on.
You just head back
from the beach, is it?
[Littleton] Oh, no, I was...
giving Cara a bath...
and she almost put me
in the tub.
What’s going on?
You heard about those guys
that broke out of Joliet?
Yeah.
Homicide cop in Chicago
remembered one of ’em
had a brother who lived up here.
Half‐brother.
Same mother, different father.
Why didn’t you tell me, John?
[Littleton] When, Jimmy?
I mean, that...
that doesn’t just
pop up in conversation,
you know.
We got a call
from a big rig driver,
said he dropped off
a hitchhiker
outside of town.
Matches your
brother’s description.
Oh, what does that mean?
He was black?
John?
[Littleton] Look this...
this whole thing
has just got me
kinda edgy, Jimmy.
‐Sorry.
‐Okay.
But I don’t think
he’s gonna show up.
I mean, I haven’t even
talked to the guy for years.
He’s a convicted murderer,
he’s on the run,
he’s desperate,
and he’s your brother.
But he’s also
extremely bright.
I mean, he knows
this is the first place
anybody would look for.
Maybe.
I wanna keep
a couple guys outside,
front and back,
just in case.
[sighs heavily] Do you think
that’s really necessary, Jimmy?
‐Do you have to do that?
‐You know
I have to do that, John.
Yeah.
‐Good night.
‐Good night.
I’m not a murderer, John.
It was self‐defense, man.
[stuttering] No,
I told ’em people, I said...
"Don’t move.
Nobody move."
[breathing heavily]
And when he thought
I wasn’t looking, man,
that fool went for his gun.
I just shot first, man.
That bank guard
never went for his gun.
Hey, man,
you weren’t there,
you don’t know.
‐Thirty witnesses, Dale.
‐Yeah, they were all
lookin’ at me.
They didn’t look at him, man,
till after my gun went off.
‐You weren’t there.
‐No, but you were there!
Don’t try to make it
his fault for being
in front of your gun.
You took that man’s life
over money, Dale.
You killed an innocent man.
I don’t care what cause
you were fighting for!
That was you, Dale.
You pulled that trigger
all by yourself, man.
That was you.
Come to bed, Jimmy.
Dale Betts...
National merit scholar
in high school,
student council vice‐president.
And scholarship.
Oh, not your usual
criminal profile.
Dropped out of Michigan
in his junior year.
He was involved in some kind of
student radical organization.
Disappeared couple of years.
Five members
of a militant organization
help up a branch
of Chicago Consolidated Bank.
A guard was killed.
The trigger man
was later identified
as Dale Betts.
All for 800 bucks.
Oh, God!
Killed a man for $800.
Betts went on the run
for years 12 years.
Picked up
in Portland, Oregon, 1988.
Judge gave him...
30 to life. [sighs]
Younger brother becomes a DA.
Older brother...
[sighs]
...convicted murderer.
How does that happen?
[car door opens]
‐[car door closes]
‐[startles]
Sky?
[exhales]
Hey.
Hey.
Found this on your book shelf.
Found all of these
on your book shelf.
Eldridge Cleaver...
Nikki Giovanni.
‐You read all of these?
‐Yeah.
Don’t seem like your style.
[scoffs] Thinkin’ of Dad,
not me.
Didn’t know
there was a difference.
[scoffs] Whatever, man.
I’m going to bed.
So tell me.
What’s the game plan?
Thought I would
talk to Jimmy tomorrow,
maybe, see if I could
get him
to pull those cars
out of there.
Talk to Jimmy.
We don’t wanna upset Jimmy.
You know, why don’t you
lay it off, man?
I’m not Dad, you know.
[scoffs] You’re more like dad
than you care to admit.
No, no, wait.
There is some difference here.
Dad was a banker.
He made money
off the brothers.
You put him in jail.
It’s about tryin’ to do
what’s right.
Tryin’ to make this place safe.
Why this place?
I mean...
why Rome, Wisconsin?
‐[stuttering]
‐[laughing] You are lost,
my brother.
Oh, well, since you’re
so together, Dale,
why don’t you
tell me why?
You ran.
No, I left.
No! You ran.
You had that good job
after law school.
Why’d you leave?
I got transferred!
You begged for that transfer!
See, you don’t remember
writing me about it
in, in one of your,
your twice‐a‐year
"Hi, Dale, how’s it going?"
letters.
You took them size nines
and put ’em in Dad’s big shoes,
and you ran
as far and as fast
as you could.
Chicago didn’t need me, Dale.
And I didn’t need to
keep being reminded
of my wife’s death.
Look, I‐I wanted to come
some place where I could
make a difference, man.
Some place where Cara
could grow up safe.
Grow up safe?
Grow up safe?
How safe is it for her
to grow up
wanting to be like
Julia Roberts?
...one in three.
How safe is it for her to be
separated from her own people,
from her culture!
No, she’s getting culture,
Dale, that’s what
I read to her every night.
That’s why I tell her stories
about the neighborhood.
Tell her stories
about the old neighborhood?
Man, you are robbin’ her
of her self‐esteem!
And her ability
to be a beautiful Black woman!
She gets that
in the neighborhood!
You kidnapped her, man.
You runnin’ from
your own culture
and from your own people!
Hey, what did you
run from, Dale, huh?
Let’s wind your sheet down!
You ran away from home,
you ran away from school,
you ran away from society,
from the law.
[chuckles] Man, wait a minute.
This isn’t about you and me.
This is about you and Dad,
isn’t it?
Yeah, after all this time,
he still got a hold on you,
doesn’t he?
[Betts scoffs] You crazy.
Oh, no, come on,
let’s talk about it, man.
Why did you hit
Dad’s bank then?
‐[chuckles]
‐Why hit his bank?
I’ll tell you why.
You wanted to get in
one more swing at Dad.
You couldn’t hit him,
so you hit his bank, instead.
But what did it get you, man?
Eight hundred dollars?
Thirty years to life
behind some cause
that’s forgotten all about you?
And now you break out of prison
and run to my house,
so that, what,
you can winch your
last little bit of spleen
before the cops
gun you down?
Please, tell me,
you’re not that stupid, Sky!
[both grunting]
Shut up!
Just shut up!
[Cara] Daddy?
Daddy, what are you doing?
Oh, we’re doing nothing, baby,
we’re just playing.
Wrestling.
We’ve been doing this
all our life.
‐[indistinct conversation]
‐[machine whirring]
You took the double dare
to do it.
You’re insane, Brock,
totally insane!
But cool, definitely cool.
Hey, Brock, it’s your brother.
Hi, guys.
Get lost, Zack.
Saw you at the tire store,
Matthew.
You say anything,
I’ll pound you!
I won’t say anything.
Better not, dweeb.
Hey, where are you going?
None of your beeswax.
[Cara singing]
Ooh, you learned that in school?
Well, not in school,
Danny Andrews
taught me at recess.
‐He’s in fourth grade.
‐Mm‐hmm.
Look, sweetheart, your Uncle Sky
and I wanna talk alone
for a minute,
so you might go in
in your room,
workin’ on your diorama.
Do I have to?
Yes, you have to.
Okay. Ten minutes.
‐[giggling]
‐Oh, yes, ma’am.
She’s sassy like Mama.
Oh, yeah. She’s got
a lot of her own mother
in her, too.
Look...
Hey, I wish I had known her.
Yeah.
You know, Dale...
some of things you said...
Hey, you remember that time
that Dad made us learn
those poems, man?
When Gramma and Gramps came?
Huh?
You had to do
Hamlet’s soliloquy.
‐"To Be or Not to Be"?
‐Oh, yeah.
And you were supposed to do
Wordsworth or something.
‐No, Keats. Keats, remember?
‐Uh‐huh. Yeah.
But, you did
Langston Hughes, instead.
‐Yeah.
‐Remember?
"I am the darker brother
"They send me to
eat in the kitchen
when company comes
"But I laugh
and eat well
and grow strong
"Tomorrow, when company comes
"Nobody’ll dare say to me
’Eat in the kitchen,’ then.
"Besides, they’ll see
how beautiful I am
"And not be ashamed
‐I too..."
‐"I too..."
[both in chorus]
"Am America."
Yeah.
‐You remember that.
‐Mm.
Yeah, I remember that.
Man, if I had known
that I was gonna
get my butt whooped after that,
I’d have done Claude McKay
or Baraka or somebody,
somebody with a little bit
more teeth in it.
‐What are you talkin’ about?
‐Oh, man, he didn’t hesitate
to jump all over me.
Wait a...
wait a minute, Sky, he...
didn’t beat you for that?
Man, you wanna know
the real reason why
I dropped out of Ann Arbor?
Yeah, I was caught up
in the cause and all that.
But in my junior year...
‐homecoming game,
y’all came up, remember?
‐Yeah.
Me, I didn’t get in the game
until the fourth quarter,
caught a couple of passes,
and that’s it, you know.
But, that night...
that night, man,
Dad got on my case, man,
he just didn’t let up
on me and...
"What’s the matter?
"Huh? Huh, Dale, huh?
"You, you’re on the squad now?
What are you,
third string now, Dale?"
Here I am, man...
I’m, I’m pushing
a B‐plus average, double major.
I’m playing
on national television.
And this old man
is telling me
that I’m nothing!
I got him out
in the parking lot
after that, man.
And I told him straight up,
I said,
I said, "Look here, man.
"I don’t want you coming
to see me anymore, okay?
I don’t wanna have
anything to do with you, okay?"
You know, I ain’t
never raised a hand
at this guy.
But this time, man,
I fought back
’cause we were swingin’.
We started swingin’.
That old son of a bitch
is strong, man.
I mean, he kicked my ass.
You hear me?
He kicked my ass.
He beat me like...
[sniffles] ...like,
like he wanted to do that
all his life.
On the way
to the emergency room...
dude said...
dude said
"Man, if you tell anybody...
I’m gonna kill you."
"I’m gonna...
I’m gonna kill you."
What did I do to him, man?
You were another man’s son.
That’s all you did.
That was your crime, Dale.
This is how it’s done, boys.
[sighs] Watch.
Okay.
[coughing and gagging]
‐Hey, jeez, man!
‐Whoa, get off!
Uh... amateurs!
‐[knocking]
‐What was that?
[woman] Michael?
What’s she doing home?
‐[woman] Michael?
‐[coughing]
Come on!
[Kenny] I’m on that suspicious
vehicle on Willow County.
Plate number 522‐Frank‐Boy‐John.
‐[woman on radio] 10‐4.
‐The van’s clear.
Let’s check out the building.
Well, let’s wait for backup,
Kenny, like Jimmy said.
What if no one’s in there?
How are we gonna look
if they call in
the National Guard?
Let’s make sure. Come on.
[woman on radio] 338,
comin’ up store,
standby for backup.
10‐4. Damn you!
‐[gunshots]
‐[grunts]
Officer down, officer down!
Shots fired, 338!
We need an ambulance.
We need backup.
‐Hang on, Kenny.
‐I’m okay.
Just stay down.
‐Next time we wait.
‐Okay.
Okay, just, shut up, will you?
Stay still. [panting]
Let’s go.
[radio chatter]
Well, I’ll be damned.
What?
Says here that Elridge Cleaver
voted for Reagan.
Yeah, so did I.
‐[both chuckle]
‐[car engine starts]
Hey, wait a minute.
Something’s up out here.
They’re leaving.
That’s my cue.
[Littleton] Sky?
Hey, don’t leave, Sky.
Listen... we’ll say that
you came here
to surrender, okay?
[stutters] You realized that
the breakout was a mistake,
and you came here
to turn yourself in.
[scoffs]
John.
Maybe we can
get you case transferred
to local court.
Now, I know an excellent
defense attorney right here
in Rome,
and the judge,
he’s crazy, man.
There’s no telling
what he might do.
I think you might
little bit more tired
‐than I am, my brother.
‐Dale, all right,
so you have to do
two more years, okay?
So you do six
instead of four,
but when you get out,
at least you’ll have
your life, man.
‐You’ll have your life!
‐Man, I can’t go back.
I can’t make it
in a penitentiary.
Dale?
I don’t wanna lose you, man.
You’re my brother.
I love you.
Please, Dale.
Please.
[door breaks open]
Quince.
I need a Band‐Aid.
Keep it dry
for a day or two.
I’ll give you some acetaminophen
for the pain.
If you need anything stronger,
you call me.
‐That’s it?
‐[Jill] That’s it.
You’re okay?
Yeah, it’s not as bad
as it looks.
He’ll be sore
for a few days.
‐But, he’s a tough guy.
‐[Kenny] Right.
You couldn’t wait for backup.
We didn’t move in.
We just made an approach,
that was it.
‐Jimmy... they found the van.
‐Where?
In a ditch near Buxton Woods.
Looks like he lost control
and hit a tree.
Buxton Woods,
that’s Littleton’s neighborhood.
Thought you’d be long gone
by now, Betts.
Yeah, I was just leaving.
‐Here’s your ice.
‐What are you lookin’ at?
You lookin’ at my tattoos?
‐No, man.
‐You don’t know me well enough
to look at my tattoos.
Lay off, man!
You like that, huh?
You like looking.
Get off my brother, man!
Just messing with him, Betts.
Yeah, well,
you leave it alone, man.
No hard feelings.
[Cara] Uncle Sky.
Who are you?
Uh, he’s...
he’s just a friend, baby.
Does he have an owie?
Yeah, he has a big owie.
[Cara] You wanna play now?
Uh, not, not right now,
sweetheart.
Uh, I...
I gotta go, okay?
‐But you promised.
‐Hey, hey, hey,
listen to me.
You go in your room
and you shut the door, okay?
Shut the door.
Cops.
Okay, Sky,
now wait a minute.
‐[Cara] Daddy.
‐[shushing]
Take that baby in the back.
They don’t know
you’re in here.
‐Move it, John!
‐Jimmy is a friend of mine.
Let me talk to him.
I got rid of him once,
I’ll do it again.
‐I don’t trust you, man.
‐I’m not gonna do anything
as long as you have
my daughter in here.
Come on, Sky.
‐All right.
‐Daddy?
Baby, look...
We’re gonna play that game.
‐We’re gonna play the game.
‐Go play with Uncle Sky, baby.
Listen up.
One false move,
one hiccup,
she goes, you go,
everybody goes.
Jimmy.
Twice in two days.
You’re gonna have the neighbors
talking about it.
I want to get you and Cara
out of here now.
‐Why, what happened?
‐Max and Kenny had a shootout
with one of the guys
who escaped with your brother.
Were they hurt?
No, they’re okay,
but the guy away
and we found his vehicle
very nearby.
‐Was my brother with him?
‐He wasn’t.
Let’s get you and Cara
out of here.
‐But wait, Jimmy...
‐[Kenny] Jimmy?
‐What?
‐We got ’em.
‐Who, what?
‐Betts and Adams.
Max says we picked them up
a couple minutes ago.
Wait, they got my brother?
‐I don’t know.
‐We’ll let you know.
Keep a couple of guys out.
‐What’s going on?
‐I don’t know.
[car engines starts]
You did good, boy.
You did real good.
Hey, try knocking next time.
Did you tell anyone
I was at Mike Larson’s?
‐No.
‐You sure?
Yeah, Joy told me what happened.
Oh... God!
‐What did he say?
‐That if Mrs. Larson
hadn’t have gone home,
the whole house
would’ve burned down.
‐[sighs]
‐Did you start that fire,
Matthew?
I don’t know.
‐We were there.
‐Dad’s gonna kill you.
Not if you’ll tell.
I won’t.
‐Promise?
‐Promise.
[Jimmy]
What the hell’s going on here?
In there. Nile spotted...
[Carter] Neighborhood watch,
Jimmy.
‐Seven minutes...
‐[indistinct chatter]
‐Quiet!
‐[Jimmy] Who’s singing?
They say that they’re
Gospel singers
on the way to Chippewa Falls.
They got separated
from their group at lunch
and missed their bus.
These are hardened criminals?
Well, I just thought
it’d be a good idea
to keep them
in protective custody
until you showed up.
[singing]
There might be a mistake.
Littleton.
I don’t like this, man.
There’s still a couple of cops
out there.
Hey, you...
heard what the sheriff
told your brother?
He told ’em to clear out.
Well, that’s just
what we’re going to do...
‐I can’t find the car keys.
‐What?
I usually leave ’em
on a hook in the kitchen
and they’re not there.
Well, you got a second set,
I know.
No, they’re missing, too.
‐I don’t believe you, man.
‐Cara?
‐Cara, open the door, honey.
‐[Cara] No!
‐Cara, baby, open the door.
‐No.
I want Uncle Sky to stay.
Move away.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, you wanna die?
Fine with me.
‐Ow! Oh, man! [grunting]
‐[telephone ringing]
Don’t answer it.
Yes.
John, it’s Brock.
Can you talk?
‐No.
‐[Betts and Adams shouting]
‐They in there?
‐Yes.
Both of them?
John?
Kenny, I want officers... house,
visible presence only.
I’m on it.
Max, coordinate with
the SWAT team leaders.
‐Advance only my orders.
‐Right.
[sirens wailing]
They’re moving in, man.
‐Where are you going?
‐Check out the back.
[telephone ringing]
Come on, John, pick up.
Pick up!
[indistinct conversation]
Hey, man,
they got it covered, man.
‐[grunts]
‐Hey, be cool, man!
No, you be cool.
I’m not going back inside.
‐[door opens]
‐What’s that?
I’m not going back inside.
Wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
I’ve got you
and the little girl.
No, look...
if you want me,
you got me, okay?
But you leaver her out of this.
I don’t think
you’re in any position
to bargain.
Look, if you want her,
you’re gonna have to
kill me first.
Okay.
‐[gunshot]
‐Ahh!
Shotguns in there.
I’ll take the gun, Betts.
[Littleton gasping]
Daddy?
He’s gonna be okay, baby.
He’s gonna be fine.
Go get me some towels.
Get me some towels, quick!
[telephone ringing]
Whom am I speaking to?
Sheriff James Brock.
Well, hello, Mr. Sheriff.
I say your DA friend’s
got about 20 minutes
before he bleeds to death.
‐Let me talk to him.
‐[Adams] I got the girl.
I want a car in five minutes
and a clear way out.
Next time the phone rings,
you better have it.
Or she’s dead.
He’s bluffing, Jimmy.
If he kills Cara,
he gives up
his only bargain chip.
He might not be
thinking that straight.
He’s loony tunes.
Could have a man
bleeding to death in there.
If we stall,
we lose him.
He might already be dead.
‐I had to mention that.
‐Yeah, I know.
‐Hang in there, brother.
‐[crying] Dale?
Come on, man,
hang in there.
Sky, come here.
Don’t let him take Cara, Sky,
please don’t let him take Cara.
Okay?
[telephone ringing]
What’s it gonna be, Sheriff?
We have your car right here.
My men are pulled back.
They have strict orders
not to follow you.
I will stand right out here.
Alone and unarmed.
We got it, Betts.
Let’s go.
‐Hey, don’t take her!
‐Daddy!
Don’t take her.
‐Sky, please, please...
‐[Cara] No!
...don’t let him take her, Sky.
See you around.
Let’s go!
See you.
Let go!
[both grunting]
[indistinct conversation]
We’re gonna be late
for supper, Sky.
You know how daddy get
when we’re late.
I promised Mama
I’d find you.
I promised her
I’d bring you home one time.
I’m going, John.
I’m going home.
What’s his pressure?
‐100/60, dropping fast.
‐Yeah.
[indistinct conversation]
Jimmy, what about Sky?
Sorry, John.
No! [crying]
‐Hi.
‐Hi.
What are you two doing up?
Matthew has something
that he needs to
talk to you about.
Okay.
[Jimmy] First thing...
you go to Mike Larson’s house
and you apologize
to his mother
and you offer to pay
for all the repairs and damages
caused by that fire.
And you pay for it
out of your pocket,
not mine, mister.
Okay.
Am I grounded?
No.
No. I... am very disappointed.
What you did was
careless and irresponsible,
but...
You’re not the only one
to make a mistake here.
You’re 15 years old.
And I haven’t been
paying attention.
I haven’t been
watching you grow up.
We’re gonna spend
more time together,
you and me.
Okay.
Yeah.
Dad, I’m sorry.
I know you are.
Dad?
It’s okay, go back to sleep.
I can’t.
Matthew told me
what happened.
He did?
He told
and nobody forced him?
Whoa!
Is he in trouble?
We talked about it.
‐I thought he was
a dead man for sure.
‐Hmm...
Why didn’t you
tell me about it, feller?
I wanted to, but...
sort of promised him
I wouldn’t, and...
even though he’s been
a total creep to me
lately...
he is my brother.
Yes, he is.
‐Am I in trouble?
‐Nope.
Did I do the right thing, Dad?
We’ll talk about it tomorrow.
[theme music playing]
[theme music ends]
they tried to decide
which son deserved
the prize.
They tried,
but they could not decide.
They argued all night...
Yahweh saw this,
the God of all things.
He took
the beautiful white light
up into the sky.
He keeps it there
for all to see.
It is still there.
It will always be there.
It is there to...
[laughs] One more?
‐No, honey, come on...
‐Just a little one, please.
Okay, go get it.
Hurry up.
‐[bang]
‐[exclaims]
‐[shouting]
‐Cara, Cara!
Daddy!
Long time, no see, bro.
Dale?
[them music playing]
[theme music ends]
Jimmy, you know those three guys
who broke out of Joliet?
Ripon Police just picked up
one of ’em 20 minutes ago.
They think the other two
are headed our way.
Fugitive number one...
Robert Quincy Adams,
male, white.
190 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches,
jailhouse tattoos covering
both arms and upper back.
Now, fugitive number two
is Dale James Betts,
a. k. a., Sky Betts,
male, black, 225 pounds,
6 feet 2 inches,
no distinguishing scars
or tattoos.
Now, look,
since these guys escaped,
they are suspects
in two armed robberies.
The latest was in Green Lake,
where they hit a pawnshop
and they got a trunkload
of guns and ammo, okay?
Ripon PD believe
that they are making a run
for Canada.
They were last seen
heading north on 49.
Suspects vehicle, ’88 Dodge.
Omni blue,
license number A24CJB.
All right, look,
these guys are dangerous, so...
I don’t want any John Waynes
out there.
If you see ’em...
‐you call for backup,
understood?
‐[all] Yes, sir.
Is that a real gun?
Yeah.
Yeah, sweeto.
‐Can I touch it?
‐No, you can’t touch it.
Dale, put that thing up,
please.
Cool.
You really my uncle?
Well, yeah, I’m your uncle.
Didn’t your daddy ever tell you
that he had a big brother, huh?
But he’s in prison.
Oh, he was in prison.
Sweetheart, go put your PJs on,
okay, get ready for bed.
‐But I’m not tired.
‐Go now.
[laughing] She looks
just like Mama, man.
How the hell did you
get out, Dale?
I didn’t kill nobody.
We had a little trouble
on the road.
Had to split up.
Well, they caught one of ’em.
‐Black or white?
‐He was black.
That means Quincy
is still out there.
[scoffs] Ain’t never gonna
take him alive.
What about you, Dale?
That remains to be seen.
Look here, man.
‐I need your car,
I need some cash.
‐[scoffs]
Four years, Dale,
you were eligible for parole
in four years.
‐What are you doing?
‐Hey, don’t lecture me, man.
Are you gonna help me or not?
I never asked you
for nothing, man.
Not when I was on the run,
not when I was in the joint.
Now, I’m asking you now.
I don’t have a lot of cash here,
all right?
I gotta...
I gotta go to the bank.
Hey...
You wanna play in my room,
Uncle Sky?
Well, heck, yeah.
You got any good games
in there?
‐I got Twister.
‐Get out of here. Twister?
Do you know what,
I’m the Twister champ
of the whole world.
‐Uh‐uh.
‐Uh‐huh. Come on.
[laughs] Hey.
Go ahead.
We’ll be all right.
‐Come on.
‐[laughs]
I get to go first.
[news anchor] At this hour,
police are questioning the man
as to the whereabouts
of the other two fugitives,
still believed to be
in the area.
I hate to say it, folks,
but you just might
want to lock your doors‐‐
[melodious music playing]
Ah!
‐Mom?
‐Zach, I’m taking a bath.
Sorry.
I’m hungry.
[Jill] Well, talk to Dad,
it’s his night to cook.
But he’s not home, yet.
There’s salsa and chips
in the pantry.
[Matthew] Mom, Dr. Joey’s
on the phone.
Matthew, I’ll call her back.
[knocking on the door]
Could I have five minutes
to myself in here, please?
I’m sorry, this situation
came up, I’m sorry.
I know, I heard.
What about the kids, honey?
They’re starving.
‐Ah, yeah, okay, I’ll‐‐
‐Maybe we should
just order pizza.
‐[Zack] Yeah, pizza!
‐I’m gonna do
that egg thing...
Oh, Jimmy, not eggs
for dinner, honey.
[Max] Ah, Jimmy...
I thought you wanna see this
right away.
‐Uh, excuse me.
‐Hi, Jill.
‐You want backup?
‐No, I’ll take care of this.
‐Smells good in here.
‐Uh... just...
just close the door on your way
out, would you, please, Max?
‐Oh, sure.
‐Thanks.
‐I’m sorry, was that pizza‐‐
‐Out!
Argh!
[police car honks]
Sky?
[snoring lightly]
Wake up!
Dale, wake up, damn it!
All right, come on, man,
get in this. Wake up, man.
All right, man, okay.
‐Look, man, I’m gone
for 20 minutes...
‐[coughs]
Look, man. Look, man...
I’m out there sneaking around
I’m ducking corners for you,
The cops drive by, and I...
I’m feeling like
I’m the criminal.
I’m withdrawing my own money
from my own bank.
‐Now, I’m not, I’m not going
out there risking myself to...
‐Shh!
...to take care of you
while you’re up here
drunk, Dale!
Hey, lighten up, man.
I’m tired, man.
Haven’t slept for 36 hours, man.
‐I just, I just need to sleep,
all right.
‐No, Dale.
‐Come on, please, wake up, man.
‐Oh, man, I’m sleeping.
Dale, how long do you think
it’s gonna take for the cops
to figure out we’re brothers?
They’ll be here in a second.
‐Now, wake up! Wake up, man!
‐I need to sleep, man.
Don’t you hit me, man!
Don’t hit me!
All right, Dale, let go of me.
[doorbell ringing]
Who is it?
Let go of me, Dale.
‐All right... All right.
‐Look, man...
Stay here.
[door closes]
‐John.
‐Jimmy.
‐May I?
‐Yeah. Come on.
You just head back
from the beach, is it?
[Littleton] Oh, no, I was...
giving Cara a bath...
and she almost put me
in the tub.
What’s going on?
You heard about those guys
that broke out of Joliet?
Yeah.
Homicide cop in Chicago
remembered one of ’em
had a brother who lived up here.
Half‐brother.
Same mother, different father.
Why didn’t you tell me, John?
[Littleton] When, Jimmy?
I mean, that...
that doesn’t just
pop up in conversation,
you know.
We got a call
from a big rig driver,
said he dropped off
a hitchhiker
outside of town.
Matches your
brother’s description.
Oh, what does that mean?
He was black?
John?
[Littleton] Look this...
this whole thing
has just got me
kinda edgy, Jimmy.
‐Sorry.
‐Okay.
But I don’t think
he’s gonna show up.
I mean, I haven’t even
talked to the guy for years.
He’s a convicted murderer,
he’s on the run,
he’s desperate,
and he’s your brother.
But he’s also
extremely bright.
I mean, he knows
this is the first place
anybody would look for.
Maybe.
I wanna keep
a couple guys outside,
front and back,
just in case.
[sighs heavily] Do you think
that’s really necessary, Jimmy?
‐Do you have to do that?
‐You know
I have to do that, John.
Yeah.
‐Good night.
‐Good night.
I’m not a murderer, John.
It was self‐defense, man.
[stuttering] No,
I told ’em people, I said...
"Don’t move.
Nobody move."
[breathing heavily]
And when he thought
I wasn’t looking, man,
that fool went for his gun.
I just shot first, man.
That bank guard
never went for his gun.
Hey, man,
you weren’t there,
you don’t know.
‐Thirty witnesses, Dale.
‐Yeah, they were all
lookin’ at me.
They didn’t look at him, man,
till after my gun went off.
‐You weren’t there.
‐No, but you were there!
Don’t try to make it
his fault for being
in front of your gun.
You took that man’s life
over money, Dale.
You killed an innocent man.
I don’t care what cause
you were fighting for!
That was you, Dale.
You pulled that trigger
all by yourself, man.
That was you.
Come to bed, Jimmy.
Dale Betts...
National merit scholar
in high school,
student council vice‐president.
And scholarship.
Oh, not your usual
criminal profile.
Dropped out of Michigan
in his junior year.
He was involved in some kind of
student radical organization.
Disappeared couple of years.
Five members
of a militant organization
help up a branch
of Chicago Consolidated Bank.
A guard was killed.
The trigger man
was later identified
as Dale Betts.
All for 800 bucks.
Oh, God!
Killed a man for $800.
Betts went on the run
for years 12 years.
Picked up
in Portland, Oregon, 1988.
Judge gave him...
30 to life. [sighs]
Younger brother becomes a DA.
Older brother...
[sighs]
...convicted murderer.
How does that happen?
[car door opens]
‐[car door closes]
‐[startles]
Sky?
[exhales]
Hey.
Hey.
Found this on your book shelf.
Found all of these
on your book shelf.
Eldridge Cleaver...
Nikki Giovanni.
‐You read all of these?
‐Yeah.
Don’t seem like your style.
[scoffs] Thinkin’ of Dad,
not me.
Didn’t know
there was a difference.
[scoffs] Whatever, man.
I’m going to bed.
So tell me.
What’s the game plan?
Thought I would
talk to Jimmy tomorrow,
maybe, see if I could
get him
to pull those cars
out of there.
Talk to Jimmy.
We don’t wanna upset Jimmy.
You know, why don’t you
lay it off, man?
I’m not Dad, you know.
[scoffs] You’re more like dad
than you care to admit.
No, no, wait.
There is some difference here.
Dad was a banker.
He made money
off the brothers.
You put him in jail.
It’s about tryin’ to do
what’s right.
Tryin’ to make this place safe.
Why this place?
I mean...
why Rome, Wisconsin?
‐[stuttering]
‐[laughing] You are lost,
my brother.
Oh, well, since you’re
so together, Dale,
why don’t you
tell me why?
You ran.
No, I left.
No! You ran.
You had that good job
after law school.
Why’d you leave?
I got transferred!
You begged for that transfer!
See, you don’t remember
writing me about it
in, in one of your,
your twice‐a‐year
"Hi, Dale, how’s it going?"
letters.
You took them size nines
and put ’em in Dad’s big shoes,
and you ran
as far and as fast
as you could.
Chicago didn’t need me, Dale.
And I didn’t need to
keep being reminded
of my wife’s death.
Look, I‐I wanted to come
some place where I could
make a difference, man.
Some place where Cara
could grow up safe.
Grow up safe?
Grow up safe?
How safe is it for her
to grow up
wanting to be like
Julia Roberts?
...one in three.
How safe is it for her to be
separated from her own people,
from her culture!
No, she’s getting culture,
Dale, that’s what
I read to her every night.
That’s why I tell her stories
about the neighborhood.
Tell her stories
about the old neighborhood?
Man, you are robbin’ her
of her self‐esteem!
And her ability
to be a beautiful Black woman!
She gets that
in the neighborhood!
You kidnapped her, man.
You runnin’ from
your own culture
and from your own people!
Hey, what did you
run from, Dale, huh?
Let’s wind your sheet down!
You ran away from home,
you ran away from school,
you ran away from society,
from the law.
[chuckles] Man, wait a minute.
This isn’t about you and me.
This is about you and Dad,
isn’t it?
Yeah, after all this time,
he still got a hold on you,
doesn’t he?
[Betts scoffs] You crazy.
Oh, no, come on,
let’s talk about it, man.
Why did you hit
Dad’s bank then?
‐[chuckles]
‐Why hit his bank?
I’ll tell you why.
You wanted to get in
one more swing at Dad.
You couldn’t hit him,
so you hit his bank, instead.
But what did it get you, man?
Eight hundred dollars?
Thirty years to life
behind some cause
that’s forgotten all about you?
And now you break out of prison
and run to my house,
so that, what,
you can winch your
last little bit of spleen
before the cops
gun you down?
Please, tell me,
you’re not that stupid, Sky!
[both grunting]
Shut up!
Just shut up!
[Cara] Daddy?
Daddy, what are you doing?
Oh, we’re doing nothing, baby,
we’re just playing.
Wrestling.
We’ve been doing this
all our life.
‐[indistinct conversation]
‐[machine whirring]
You took the double dare
to do it.
You’re insane, Brock,
totally insane!
But cool, definitely cool.
Hey, Brock, it’s your brother.
Hi, guys.
Get lost, Zack.
Saw you at the tire store,
Matthew.
You say anything,
I’ll pound you!
I won’t say anything.
Better not, dweeb.
Hey, where are you going?
None of your beeswax.
[Cara singing]
Ooh, you learned that in school?
Well, not in school,
Danny Andrews
taught me at recess.
‐He’s in fourth grade.
‐Mm‐hmm.
Look, sweetheart, your Uncle Sky
and I wanna talk alone
for a minute,
so you might go in
in your room,
workin’ on your diorama.
Do I have to?
Yes, you have to.
Okay. Ten minutes.
‐[giggling]
‐Oh, yes, ma’am.
She’s sassy like Mama.
Oh, yeah. She’s got
a lot of her own mother
in her, too.
Look...
Hey, I wish I had known her.
Yeah.
You know, Dale...
some of things you said...
Hey, you remember that time
that Dad made us learn
those poems, man?
When Gramma and Gramps came?
Huh?
You had to do
Hamlet’s soliloquy.
‐"To Be or Not to Be"?
‐Oh, yeah.
And you were supposed to do
Wordsworth or something.
‐No, Keats. Keats, remember?
‐Uh‐huh. Yeah.
But, you did
Langston Hughes, instead.
‐Yeah.
‐Remember?
"I am the darker brother
"They send me to
eat in the kitchen
when company comes
"But I laugh
and eat well
and grow strong
"Tomorrow, when company comes
"Nobody’ll dare say to me
’Eat in the kitchen,’ then.
"Besides, they’ll see
how beautiful I am
"And not be ashamed
‐I too..."
‐"I too..."
[both in chorus]
"Am America."
Yeah.
‐You remember that.
‐Mm.
Yeah, I remember that.
Man, if I had known
that I was gonna
get my butt whooped after that,
I’d have done Claude McKay
or Baraka or somebody,
somebody with a little bit
more teeth in it.
‐What are you talkin’ about?
‐Oh, man, he didn’t hesitate
to jump all over me.
Wait a...
wait a minute, Sky, he...
didn’t beat you for that?
Man, you wanna know
the real reason why
I dropped out of Ann Arbor?
Yeah, I was caught up
in the cause and all that.
But in my junior year...
‐homecoming game,
y’all came up, remember?
‐Yeah.
Me, I didn’t get in the game
until the fourth quarter,
caught a couple of passes,
and that’s it, you know.
But, that night...
that night, man,
Dad got on my case, man,
he just didn’t let up
on me and...
"What’s the matter?
"Huh? Huh, Dale, huh?
"You, you’re on the squad now?
What are you,
third string now, Dale?"
Here I am, man...
I’m, I’m pushing
a B‐plus average, double major.
I’m playing
on national television.
And this old man
is telling me
that I’m nothing!
I got him out
in the parking lot
after that, man.
And I told him straight up,
I said,
I said, "Look here, man.
"I don’t want you coming
to see me anymore, okay?
I don’t wanna have
anything to do with you, okay?"
You know, I ain’t
never raised a hand
at this guy.
But this time, man,
I fought back
’cause we were swingin’.
We started swingin’.
That old son of a bitch
is strong, man.
I mean, he kicked my ass.
You hear me?
He kicked my ass.
He beat me like...
[sniffles] ...like,
like he wanted to do that
all his life.
On the way
to the emergency room...
dude said...
dude said
"Man, if you tell anybody...
I’m gonna kill you."
"I’m gonna...
I’m gonna kill you."
What did I do to him, man?
You were another man’s son.
That’s all you did.
That was your crime, Dale.
This is how it’s done, boys.
[sighs] Watch.
Okay.
[coughing and gagging]
‐Hey, jeez, man!
‐Whoa, get off!
Uh... amateurs!
‐[knocking]
‐What was that?
[woman] Michael?
What’s she doing home?
‐[woman] Michael?
‐[coughing]
Come on!
[Kenny] I’m on that suspicious
vehicle on Willow County.
Plate number 522‐Frank‐Boy‐John.
‐[woman on radio] 10‐4.
‐The van’s clear.
Let’s check out the building.
Well, let’s wait for backup,
Kenny, like Jimmy said.
What if no one’s in there?
How are we gonna look
if they call in
the National Guard?
Let’s make sure. Come on.
[woman on radio] 338,
comin’ up store,
standby for backup.
10‐4. Damn you!
‐[gunshots]
‐[grunts]
Officer down, officer down!
Shots fired, 338!
We need an ambulance.
We need backup.
‐Hang on, Kenny.
‐I’m okay.
Just stay down.
‐Next time we wait.
‐Okay.
Okay, just, shut up, will you?
Stay still. [panting]
Let’s go.
[radio chatter]
Well, I’ll be damned.
What?
Says here that Elridge Cleaver
voted for Reagan.
Yeah, so did I.
‐[both chuckle]
‐[car engine starts]
Hey, wait a minute.
Something’s up out here.
They’re leaving.
That’s my cue.
[Littleton] Sky?
Hey, don’t leave, Sky.
Listen... we’ll say that
you came here
to surrender, okay?
[stutters] You realized that
the breakout was a mistake,
and you came here
to turn yourself in.
[scoffs]
John.
Maybe we can
get you case transferred
to local court.
Now, I know an excellent
defense attorney right here
in Rome,
and the judge,
he’s crazy, man.
There’s no telling
what he might do.
I think you might
little bit more tired
‐than I am, my brother.
‐Dale, all right,
so you have to do
two more years, okay?
So you do six
instead of four,
but when you get out,
at least you’ll have
your life, man.
‐You’ll have your life!
‐Man, I can’t go back.
I can’t make it
in a penitentiary.
Dale?
I don’t wanna lose you, man.
You’re my brother.
I love you.
Please, Dale.
Please.
[door breaks open]
Quince.
I need a Band‐Aid.
Keep it dry
for a day or two.
I’ll give you some acetaminophen
for the pain.
If you need anything stronger,
you call me.
‐That’s it?
‐[Jill] That’s it.
You’re okay?
Yeah, it’s not as bad
as it looks.
He’ll be sore
for a few days.
‐But, he’s a tough guy.
‐[Kenny] Right.
You couldn’t wait for backup.
We didn’t move in.
We just made an approach,
that was it.
‐Jimmy... they found the van.
‐Where?
In a ditch near Buxton Woods.
Looks like he lost control
and hit a tree.
Buxton Woods,
that’s Littleton’s neighborhood.
Thought you’d be long gone
by now, Betts.
Yeah, I was just leaving.
‐Here’s your ice.
‐What are you lookin’ at?
You lookin’ at my tattoos?
‐No, man.
‐You don’t know me well enough
to look at my tattoos.
Lay off, man!
You like that, huh?
You like looking.
Get off my brother, man!
Just messing with him, Betts.
Yeah, well,
you leave it alone, man.
No hard feelings.
[Cara] Uncle Sky.
Who are you?
Uh, he’s...
he’s just a friend, baby.
Does he have an owie?
Yeah, he has a big owie.
[Cara] You wanna play now?
Uh, not, not right now,
sweetheart.
Uh, I...
I gotta go, okay?
‐But you promised.
‐Hey, hey, hey,
listen to me.
You go in your room
and you shut the door, okay?
Shut the door.
Cops.
Okay, Sky,
now wait a minute.
‐[Cara] Daddy.
‐[shushing]
Take that baby in the back.
They don’t know
you’re in here.
‐Move it, John!
‐Jimmy is a friend of mine.
Let me talk to him.
I got rid of him once,
I’ll do it again.
‐I don’t trust you, man.
‐I’m not gonna do anything
as long as you have
my daughter in here.
Come on, Sky.
‐All right.
‐Daddy?
Baby, look...
We’re gonna play that game.
‐We’re gonna play the game.
‐Go play with Uncle Sky, baby.
Listen up.
One false move,
one hiccup,
she goes, you go,
everybody goes.
Jimmy.
Twice in two days.
You’re gonna have the neighbors
talking about it.
I want to get you and Cara
out of here now.
‐Why, what happened?
‐Max and Kenny had a shootout
with one of the guys
who escaped with your brother.
Were they hurt?
No, they’re okay,
but the guy away
and we found his vehicle
very nearby.
‐Was my brother with him?
‐He wasn’t.
Let’s get you and Cara
out of here.
‐But wait, Jimmy...
‐[Kenny] Jimmy?
‐What?
‐We got ’em.
‐Who, what?
‐Betts and Adams.
Max says we picked them up
a couple minutes ago.
Wait, they got my brother?
‐I don’t know.
‐We’ll let you know.
Keep a couple of guys out.
‐What’s going on?
‐I don’t know.
[car engines starts]
You did good, boy.
You did real good.
Hey, try knocking next time.
Did you tell anyone
I was at Mike Larson’s?
‐No.
‐You sure?
Yeah, Joy told me what happened.
Oh... God!
‐What did he say?
‐That if Mrs. Larson
hadn’t have gone home,
the whole house
would’ve burned down.
‐[sighs]
‐Did you start that fire,
Matthew?
I don’t know.
‐We were there.
‐Dad’s gonna kill you.
Not if you’ll tell.
I won’t.
‐Promise?
‐Promise.
[Jimmy]
What the hell’s going on here?
In there. Nile spotted...
[Carter] Neighborhood watch,
Jimmy.
‐Seven minutes...
‐[indistinct chatter]
‐Quiet!
‐[Jimmy] Who’s singing?
They say that they’re
Gospel singers
on the way to Chippewa Falls.
They got separated
from their group at lunch
and missed their bus.
These are hardened criminals?
Well, I just thought
it’d be a good idea
to keep them
in protective custody
until you showed up.
[singing]
There might be a mistake.
Littleton.
I don’t like this, man.
There’s still a couple of cops
out there.
Hey, you...
heard what the sheriff
told your brother?
He told ’em to clear out.
Well, that’s just
what we’re going to do...
‐I can’t find the car keys.
‐What?
I usually leave ’em
on a hook in the kitchen
and they’re not there.
Well, you got a second set,
I know.
No, they’re missing, too.
‐I don’t believe you, man.
‐Cara?
‐Cara, open the door, honey.
‐[Cara] No!
‐Cara, baby, open the door.
‐No.
I want Uncle Sky to stay.
Move away.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, you wanna die?
Fine with me.
‐Ow! Oh, man! [grunting]
‐[telephone ringing]
Don’t answer it.
Yes.
John, it’s Brock.
Can you talk?
‐No.
‐[Betts and Adams shouting]
‐They in there?
‐Yes.
Both of them?
John?
Kenny, I want officers... house,
visible presence only.
I’m on it.
Max, coordinate with
the SWAT team leaders.
‐Advance only my orders.
‐Right.
[sirens wailing]
They’re moving in, man.
‐Where are you going?
‐Check out the back.
[telephone ringing]
Come on, John, pick up.
Pick up!
[indistinct conversation]
Hey, man,
they got it covered, man.
‐[grunts]
‐Hey, be cool, man!
No, you be cool.
I’m not going back inside.
‐[door opens]
‐What’s that?
I’m not going back inside.
Wait a minute.
What am I thinking?
I’ve got you
and the little girl.
No, look...
if you want me,
you got me, okay?
But you leaver her out of this.
I don’t think
you’re in any position
to bargain.
Look, if you want her,
you’re gonna have to
kill me first.
Okay.
‐[gunshot]
‐Ahh!
Shotguns in there.
I’ll take the gun, Betts.
[Littleton gasping]
Daddy?
He’s gonna be okay, baby.
He’s gonna be fine.
Go get me some towels.
Get me some towels, quick!
[telephone ringing]
Whom am I speaking to?
Sheriff James Brock.
Well, hello, Mr. Sheriff.
I say your DA friend’s
got about 20 minutes
before he bleeds to death.
‐Let me talk to him.
‐[Adams] I got the girl.
I want a car in five minutes
and a clear way out.
Next time the phone rings,
you better have it.
Or she’s dead.
He’s bluffing, Jimmy.
If he kills Cara,
he gives up
his only bargain chip.
He might not be
thinking that straight.
He’s loony tunes.
Could have a man
bleeding to death in there.
If we stall,
we lose him.
He might already be dead.
‐I had to mention that.
‐Yeah, I know.
‐Hang in there, brother.
‐[crying] Dale?
Come on, man,
hang in there.
Sky, come here.
Don’t let him take Cara, Sky,
please don’t let him take Cara.
Okay?
[telephone ringing]
What’s it gonna be, Sheriff?
We have your car right here.
My men are pulled back.
They have strict orders
not to follow you.
I will stand right out here.
Alone and unarmed.
We got it, Betts.
Let’s go.
‐Hey, don’t take her!
‐Daddy!
Don’t take her.
‐Sky, please, please...
‐[Cara] No!
...don’t let him take her, Sky.
See you around.
Let’s go!
See you.
Let go!
[both grunting]
[indistinct conversation]
We’re gonna be late
for supper, Sky.
You know how daddy get
when we’re late.
I promised Mama
I’d find you.
I promised her
I’d bring you home one time.
I’m going, John.
I’m going home.
What’s his pressure?
‐100/60, dropping fast.
‐Yeah.
[indistinct conversation]
Jimmy, what about Sky?
Sorry, John.
No! [crying]
‐Hi.
‐Hi.
What are you two doing up?
Matthew has something
that he needs to
talk to you about.
Okay.
[Jimmy] First thing...
you go to Mike Larson’s house
and you apologize
to his mother
and you offer to pay
for all the repairs and damages
caused by that fire.
And you pay for it
out of your pocket,
not mine, mister.
Okay.
Am I grounded?
No.
No. I... am very disappointed.
What you did was
careless and irresponsible,
but...
You’re not the only one
to make a mistake here.
You’re 15 years old.
And I haven’t been
paying attention.
I haven’t been
watching you grow up.
We’re gonna spend
more time together,
you and me.
Okay.
Yeah.
Dad, I’m sorry.
I know you are.
Dad?
It’s okay, go back to sleep.
I can’t.
Matthew told me
what happened.
He did?
He told
and nobody forced him?
Whoa!
Is he in trouble?
We talked about it.
‐I thought he was
a dead man for sure.
‐Hmm...
Why didn’t you
tell me about it, feller?
I wanted to, but...
sort of promised him
I wouldn’t, and...
even though he’s been
a total creep to me
lately...
he is my brother.
Yes, he is.
‐Am I in trouble?
‐Nope.
Did I do the right thing, Dad?
We’ll talk about it tomorrow.
[theme music playing]
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