-If I was going, I'd go as a¡­ -A princess!
Yeah.
-Judy Baumer's going as a twirler -But she's so fat.
I'd rather go as Cinderella or Peter Pan.
Peter Pan's a boy. Tinkerbell's a girl.
-Phillip could go as Peter Pan -Phillip could go as a bump on a log.
-Why can't we just go once? -Because we just can't, okay?
Our personal beliefs lift us to a higher place.
-I'll get it -You got it last time!
Trick or treat!
I'm sorry, we don't take no part in Halloween.
Excuse me?
We're Jehovah's Witness.
-Hey, Phillip Perry -Hey, Billy Reeves.
How'd you know it was me?
Come on, go eat your supper.
Come on, kids, let's go to the next house.
Sorry for the bother.
-Evening, Larry. Forget something? -Need to take some work.
-When are we gonna grab a cold one? -Sooner the better!
-Hey, daddy! -Yeah?
-You sure this goes on up to the vents? -It used to, in the old days.
Because if it don't, I'm gonna rip your tongue out.
You punk thief.
Move.
Damn if that old man ain't right.
Here's your trick!
Bombs away!
Oh, good one!
We really got him.
You and me must be living right, Butchie-boy.
Let's get something straight. I don't like you.
As soon as we're on our way¡­.
¡­.that's it.
Who said I liked you?
Keep your mouth shut.
God, I'd love to blow your brains out.
Good night, Larry.
Come on, wake up.
I like that one.
You sure are picky. Wrong neighborhood for a Lincoln.
Hey, there's a Buick.
I don't want a Buick. I want a Ford.
Fords leak oil. Besides, daddy, a car's a car.
Take the Buick.
As soon as we cross the state line, I'll do just that.
I'm tired of waiting around. I'm gonna go check down the block¡­.
¡­.for a Ford.
Go wake up your sisters.
I take mine fried.
A little on the bland side.
Give me some of that ketchup, would you? Now. Please?
You haven't got a man around here, now, do you?
No!
We got a fighter here now!
No!
Oh, lookie here. Look, you got a little man in the house.
No!
I'm bleeding! You happy?
What's your name, boy?
Phillip.
Okay, Phillip, reach down and pick up that pistola for me.
-Give it to me -Shut your mouth!
Pick it up and bring it over to me.
Point it at me.
Point it.
Now say "Stick 'em up."
Stick 'em up.
Perfect.
Put the gun down, old timer.
Put it down. You couldn't hit me anyway. Probably shoot the boy.
Leave her be.
-Mama? -It's all right.
It's all right.
-Are you deaf? -Set it on the ground.
Put it down.
Set it down! Down.
Shut up!
-I vote we take her -No.
Then how are we gonna get out of here?The whole neighborhood's awake!
-We'll take the boy -No!
Ain't you folks ever heard of sleeping in?
I got it, sir.
Press has been waiting almost an hour, Red.
I hear you.
Yeah, I hear you. I understand.
I understand.
Yeah. No, I'm here. I'm just listening. Yeah, okay.
What'd he say?
-Who? -The governor, Red.
Well, he reminded me that it's an election year.
-Hi -Hi.
I hope you don't drink before noon.
Oh, no, I don't.
The last one we had here, seemed like she was on a liquid diet.
-Last what? -Secretary.
Penny Monroe.
I believe you have me confused. See, I'm from Huntsville.
I was assigned by the governor.
Adler, what is this?
It rings a bell. I think they sent something over about her this morning.
-Who did? -The governor, Red.
I'm Sally Gerber, criminologist with the state prison system.
-Tom Adler, Texas Rangers -Hi.
Well, it's a new procedure. I was assigned by the governor to work¡­.
"Work with state law officials in all affairs of penal matters¡­.
¡­.with the police." This doesn't say anything¡­.
It includes parole, as well as penal escape situations.
We'll be right there, Marge.
They're getting antsy, Red. You scheduled it.
The idea is that an understanding of case history¡­.
¡­.should, in parole situations, help the subject to avoid habitual traps.
And in penal escape situations¡­.
¡­.could identify those selfsame traps as an aid to apprehension.
-Let me tell you, Miss Gerber¡­ -Sally is fine.
Let me tell you, Sally¡­.
¡­.this is not an escape. This happens to be a manhunt.
And no talking around in circles is gonna fix that.
-And what will? -Us having a nose like a blue tick¡­.
¡­.that's a medulla with an antenna, and a lot of coffee.
We got a handful of caps, and you're shooting water tanks.
He's a smart guy, huh, Phillip?
Goddamn!
Okay, boys, that's enough! The chief's got work to do!
Did the kid say anything?
-Good morning, Red -Good morning.
-So, what do you think? -Looks good.
We're very proud of this baby.
Governor ordered it for the parade in Dallas.
-You know President Kennedy's coming? -Yeah, so I heard.
Latest technology. Got an oversized engine¡­.
¡­.full kitchen, sleeping quarters.
Got room for gun racks.
Stove, fridge, even got a phone to the governor's office.
-Fine piece of machinery -And¡­.
¡­.once it's back, it'll be at your disposal.
It's perfect for lots of situations. It's a headquarters on wheels.
We'll take it.
Chief? Stop taking pictures! It's just not possible.
-Governor's gotta ride in it tomorrow -He gave this manhunt top priority.
But, Red¡­. Listen, you gotta believe me. Red?
-What's your name? -Dick Suttle, the driver.
-Not anymore. Bradley? -This man stays with his vehicle.
-You know how to work all the gadgets? -Oh, yes, sir.
Okay, take a seat.
Excuse me, Red.
This here's Bobby Lee. He's a specialist with the feds.
They want him to tag along.
Red, what am I supposed to tell the governor?
Well, you tell him that Miss Sally Gerber over there¡­.
¡­.from his office, checked me out on this.
Oh, hell.
Hey!
Hello?
You coming or aren't you?
Not a scratch! You hear me, Suttle?
On the truck! On the trailer! And you call me! You call me!
Why the hell we stopping?
-You said you had a cousin near here -So?
So call him. See if we can shack there till things cool down.
Why'd he take the keys?
So I won't leave him.
Would you leave him?
Oh, yeah.
He must've moved.
Probably couldn't have heard him anyways, my ear's still bleeding.
-You ever try that shit again¡­ -What?
What?
You were starting to threaten me.
It ain't a threat.
It's a fact.
Here, kid, take the wheel.
In two seconds, I'm gonna break your nose.
That's a threat.
And that's a fact.
I'm gonna kill you for that.
And that's a threat.
Beginning to understand the difference?
Phillip, listen up. I'm gonna run in and get some smokes.
-Get beer -Here, hold this.
-Point it right between his eyes -What the hell?
If he so much as moves, you pull the trigger.
Right here, see?Put your finger on it.
You're a fucking crazy man.
That's a fact. You're getting the hang of this.
How do? Where's your sodas?
The hot ones are there. The cold ones are in the back, in the cooler.
You ever shot a gun before, boy?
Pow!
-Knock you on your ass -Quiet, mister.
No¡­.
You ain't never shot no gun before.
Living with three split-tails. No daddy around.
You'll probably grow up queer, you know that?
Now¡­.
¡­.I'm gonna lean up here real slow and easy.
Okay?
Just so that we can talk.
There we go.
Now we can have a real man-to-man.
You are a man, now, ain't you?
-Will this do it for you? -This and a carton of Lucky Strikes.
Those are some real cute little underwears you got on there.
Your mama sew your name in them?Initials or anything?
Let's see what you got down there.
Kind of puny, ain't it?
The hand is quicker than the eye.
Son of a bitch. Hell's bells, no shells.
Come on up here a little closer, boy.
-Those.38 shells you got up there? -Yeah.
Why don't you give me a box?
Goddamn! Jesus!
Jesus!
Here, boy.
All is forgiven, boy.
You best come here, boy. You know I'm gonna find you.
Hey, boy, you best hope I don't find you.
What're you gonna do? Hit me with it?
But you and me are friends.
You got a phone?
No.
Go inside, lie down till we're gone.
Well, you coming?
Get in.
Red, I got a spot on them. A store outside of Ben Hur, 50 miles from here.
Yeah. Well, move that roadblock on 28850 miles north.
-Figure they got that far? -I don't know. But they don't either.
They're just glad to be out. This is a Sunday drive for them.
Sunday drive, I like that. I never heard you use that one before.
Is something bothering you?
It's perhaps premature, but¡­.
¡­.do you have an auxiliary roadblock plan for when they split up?
What makes you so sure they'll split up?
If you got something in your craw, spit it out.
Their situation is an accommodation. I don't think they'll be together long.
Haynes and Pugh are opposites, right?
Haynes is a criminal's criminal. Robbery, man-on-man confrontation.
Pugh has a rap sheet littered with manslaughter, you name it.
-They'll split soon -What about the hostages?
What are they gonna do?Flip a coin?
It's happened before.
It's a dilemma they'll address soon. That's why we gotta address it now.
We don't have a dilemma. Neither do they.
They'll get rid of one hostage and keep the other. If they haven't already.
Command, put your roadblock on 288, north about 50 miles.
That's right, 50 miles.
Uh-huh.
We need to talk, Chief Garnett.
You can call me Red.
Red¡­.
¡­.why are you so hell-bent on embarrassing me?
I'm only hell-bent on one thing. You get to know me¡­.
¡­.you'll find having a sense of humor will get you a lot.
I have a fine sense of humor. But I won't be your straight man¡­.
¡­.so you can play hero to morons who think you're Sherlock Holmes.
Oh, shit! Damn.
Arthur Godfrey said this stuff keeps you young. I'm not sure it's worth it.
So that's my answer?
This is your first time in the field?
I thought so. What was you expecting anyway?
You think I'm some dumb schoolgirl¡­.
¡­.who's wandered into the boys' locker room?
You're wrong. I don't mean to boast¡­.
¡­.but I happen to be one of the two most intelligent people in this fiasco.
I didn't ask that. I asked what you're expecting.
I expected to be allowed to do the job assigned to me by the governor.
I like the governor. He and I go quail hunting at least once a year.
But he knows that win, lose or draw, this is my ship. Understand?
Yeah, I got that. You know what that is? That's anarchy.
And I call that horseshit, to use a cowboy colloquialism.
No, I'll tell you what's horseshit. Horseshit is responsibility.
That's the guy who has sleepless nights and ulcers.
If this thing goes bloody, the governor, he loses a few votes.
Me, I'm the one who¡­.
I'll tell you what. You see me making a wrong move, go ahead and speak up.
I might not agree, but I'll listen.
As for wounded pride, I'll buy all the drinks when this is over¡­.
¡­.but right now I got better things to think about. That fair?
Yeah.
-Good. So who's the other one? -Other one?
You're one of the two brains. Who's the other?
Haynes. We tested him in prison.
Thank you.
Are you gonna shoot me?
No! Hell, no.
Me and you are friends.
If I was choosing a running buddy, I'd take you over him any day of the week.
-We got a positive I. D? -Yes, sir. Only the boy is hostage.
Not five minutes ago, we found this here.
Yeah.
At least now we know who's in charge.
You ever ridden in a time machine before?
-You have. What do you think this is? -A car.
You're looking at this bass-ackwards. This is a 20th century time machine.
I'm the captain and you're the navigator.
Out there, that's the future. And back there, well, that's the past.
If life's moving too slow, to project yourself into the future¡­.
¡­.you step on the gas right here.
See?
And if you want to slow her down, you just step on the brake here¡­.
¡­.and you slow her down.
This is the present, Phillip. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Yes, sir, we're time-traveling through Texas.
We gotta find us a Ford. My daddy always drove Fords, you know that?
That's an intercom system.
Now, you can get and give information to and from the rear vehicle.
-How's it work? -Well, you press the power button.
But if you've got the volume turned up¡­.
Bradley, dang it!
You will blow the speakers.
My God¡­.
There.
That should put his pecker in a sling. Sorry, ma'am.
Dick humor, unique. Shouldn't these be roadblocked?
Now, in a perfect world¡­.
¡­.we'd lock arms and thrash the bushes until he turned up.
In a perfect world, things like this wouldn't happen.
Adler, we're proceeding on FM 1491.
Our locals are heading out. You want to follow them?
No, we'll just keep cruising. He'll turn up eventually.
Okay, we're gonna do some car shopping.
You ever play cowboys and Indians?
See that Ford sedan?
I want you to sneak over there like an Indian and take a peek.
See if the keys is in it.
Don't have to if you don't want to.
But I'd appreciate it, you being the navigator and all.
Hey, Phillip! Phillip!
Check for a radio too.
It's got keys and a radio. I checked.
Good man.
Can we stop at the filling station?
-What for? -Number one.
This here's nature, Phillip. You just pee over by the tree.
-That's my car! -Start, you son of a bitch!
Get in the car, Phillip!
Phillip, get in the car!
Jump!
-Goddamn, how many RCs did you drink? -Four.
Adler, if we get a clean shot, can we take it?
Red, if they get a clean shot, should they take it?
No.
I don't want any half-ass sergeant taking a potshot with a deer rifle.
-Right thing to do, he's got the boy -You figure he'll just give up.
-Maybe, maybe not -Well, now, there's a safe bet.
Well, he's better off now than he was.
That third eye Pugh is sporting in the morgue speaks otherwise.
Then why not just shoot to kill?
Now, there's a brainstorm.
The roadblock's got the stolen vehicle's license.
-You still want to go to the farm? -Yeah. Yeah, I got a hunch.
Never met a brown-eyed Phillip before.
-Who are you named after? -My daddy.
-You and your old man get along? -Yes, sir.
Toss the ball around, play grab-ass in the yard?
No, sir.
Why the hell not?
He ain't around, really.
Well, he is or he ain't.
When's the last time you saw him?
Me and you got a lot in common, Phillip.
The both of us is handsome devils.
We both like RC Cola.
And neither one of us got an old man worth a damn.
My mama says he'll come back. Probably when I'm 10 or so.
Well, she's lying to you, pure and simple.
All right? He ain't ever coming back.
Guys like us, Phillip¡­.
¡­.we gotta be on our own.
Seek foolish destiny.
That sort of thing.
You responsible for the maintenance on that?
That's right. I'm the full-time driver.
-What? -It's slipping a bit going into second.
Seems like somebody's been heavy-footed with the clutch.
I'd put that on a list if I was you.
Well¡­.
¡­.ain't no bodies here, thank God.
-You got the keys to this vehicle? -No.
-See if we got a pry bar in the car -Yes, sir.
Here you go, Red.
-You might want to wait in the boat -Please.
Well, there's our bureaucrat.
Nice to know the boy's in good hands. Here.
-I don't want¡­ -Gallows humor, Sally.
Without it, we'd all be losing our lunch.
-Want some water? -No.