-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.
You ready to get into some britches?
All right, then, let's go.
First, we gotta come up with some a. k. a.'s. You know, fake identities.
Names to call each other when we're around other folks.
You go ahead and you think one up.
-Whatever name you want. -Any name I want?
Any name you want.
Well, hello there, and welcome to Friendly's.
Looks like he needs some pants.
As a matter of fact, shoes and new skivvies too. He'll tell you his size.
Go with the lady, Buzz.
-Buzz. -Buzz. Go with the lady.
Buzz, what a cute little name. Like a bee.
Oh, look, a friendly ghost. Say "Boo. "
Boo.
Not very scary. But you'll have a whole year to work on it.
It's a good price too. What did you go as this year?
A bandit.
Oh, shit!
-Pete. -Yeah?
This is Terrance. I think I got it.
-What do you think? -Look good.
Will that be all for you today, sir?
You folks are about the grinningest bunch I ever seen.
Mr. Willits holds a contest every month.
The friendliest employee gets a $20 bonus.
Pete, I'm all set down here. You?
Copacetic. Let's just keep him tied up till the state boys get here.
The hunt continues for Butch Haynes...
...who escaped from the security unit over in Huntsville.
Haynes, 6'1", 185 pounds with brown hair, is armed and dangerous.
-He was last seen in... -Here are the clothes.
Buzz has his heart set on a Halloween costume for next year. It's half off.
...four miles south of Desdemona. Complicating attempts to catch him...
...Haynes has an 8-year-old boy with him as hostage.
Authorities have found the slain body...
We'll get it next time. Go wait in the car, son.
...hostage taken by Haynes and his fellow escapee, Terry Pugh.
Billings ' body was found in the trunk of his car.
The car, used in the prison escape...
...was discarded near a farm where another car was stolen this morning.
The stolen car is a yellow Ford sedan.
Anyone who spots it should contact law enforcement offiicials.
As we reported earlier, the body of Terry Pugh...
You're truly the friendliest clerk I ever met.
Thank you for shopping Friendly's.
Copy, 149, hold your 20.
Damn!
What the... What the hell?!
He's coming back!
Get out of there! We can't lose both vehicles!
I knew something was wrong from the get-go.
Look, he left his little boy!
He's got the Casper costume! He stole it!
Buzz, you little shit! Shoplifting is a crime!
Up to you, Buzz!
You'll never get away with this, you little mister!
You ain't so friendly.
Take them nasty skivvies off, put these jeans on.
-What do you got there? -A ghost suit.
From the store?
You kiped it?
Well, hell, Phillip, put it on.
You ain't mad?
Let's understand each other. Stealing's wrong, okay?
But if there's something you need bad and you ain't got the money...
...it's okay to take a loaner on the item.
It's what you call an exception to the rule.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You don't want to get undressed in front of me?
You embarrassed because I might see your pecker?
It's...
...puny.
-What? -It's puny.
Who told you that?
Let me see.
Go on, I'll shoot you straight.
Hell, no, Phillip. It's a good size for a boy your age.
Here they come.
He bought some tape, rope, and clothes for the kid.
The kid could have gotten away, but he didn't.
-Probably scared to death. -Well, one more thing.
-The kid stole a Halloween outfit. -So they're a team.
With a pit stop in Noodle, they're heading for the Panhandle.
-There's more roads than people there. -How?
Poor counties. They half-finish a road, start another.
If anybody knows them back roads, it's Red.
Okay...
...so...
...I'm Robert Haynes. Everybody calls me Butch. I was born in Amarillo...
...but grew up in the French Quarter in New Orleans.
What's she doing, Red?
I killed a man when I was 8.
How did you kill him?
Shot him with a.38. There was always one lying around the dance hall.
That's what they called it, but it was a brothel. We lived there.
-What did the authorities do? -Victim was wanted by the locals...
...so the whole thing got swept under the carpet, Cajun-style.
They didn't even send him to the juvie?
Put me in school. I was three years behind, but I catch up.
-Things are going pretty good now. -Yeah, they are for a while.
-And when I'm 12, Mama dies. -What happened?
Delilah Jane Haynes hung herself in the bathroom of the whorehouse.
Post-mortem check uncovered last-stage syphilis.
-Where's your father? -Nobody knows where he is.
Ditched when I was 6. He was a small-time felon.
Popped back up after Mama died.
He'd just been put on parole, so he moves us back to Amarillo.
-A year later, I'm back in trouble. -Kill somebody else?
Saw a Ford coupe I couldn't resist. So I took her for a spin.
-Hell, that ain't no big deal. -That's what I thought.
But the judge didn't. I got four years in Gatesville, toughest juvie in Texas.
That's where he learned to be a criminal. We've seen that before.
Butch, why don't you tell us where you're headed...
...and save us some trouble.
See, you missed it. Because where I'm going...
...isn't near as important as why I'm going there.
Shit! Because I'm running, they're chasing...
...I'd just as soon go north, as south, as east, as west.
It's a fun little game...
...but right now, Haynes doesn't have any idea where he's headed.
Hold your pointing finger along the line of the road, okay?
Okay, you got three lines on a finger, don't you?
Each one's an inch. So how many inches to Childress?
One...
...two...
Six.
You're a hell of a navigator, Phillip!
A lot smarter than Terry.
Of course, who you gonna brag to about that?
Lookie there!
-What is it? -It's kind of like a silver whale.
And there's people inside, just like old Jonah in the Bible.
Go like this, maybe they'll honk back at us.
-What do you think? -Well, okay, do it.
The boy stole a Halloween costume?
-Which one? -It was Casper the Friendly Ghost.
-That was them passing us! -What?!
-That was them! -Turn around!
Bradley, turn around!
It's not safe to do more than 65 with this much load.
They're coming fast.
Get down in the seat and lay down.
-Why? -Hell, I don't know.
Because I said so.
You're burning her up!
Hold on.
-Come on! -Take that wide!
-What're you doing? -I'm following the fugitive, fool!
What are you doing now?
Uh, Red...
Shit.
Red?
Red's gonna be pissed now.
Oh, God!
Are you trying to kill us?!
Shit.
Yeah.
-Oh, my God. -Idiot!
Red, they wanna know if the boy looked okay.
-He was laughing and waving. -Don't tell them that.
No.
-They said the boy looked A-Okay. -Well, that's great.
He'll be fine, Mrs. Perry.
This'll be over before you know it.
You'll be home with your boy. I promise.
I want you to know that I've okayed the use...
...of a new high-tech mobile home from which to conduct this manhunt.
It's an amazingly futuristic piece of law enforcement equipment.
Started this road 20 years ago. Still ain't finished.
It appears to me we got a decision to make.
It's up to you.
We can backtrack to the highway or we can try it on foot.
Where are we going?
It's Alaska, Phillip.
Last of the wild frontier.
-It's pretty. -It's beautiful.
-You ever been there? -No.
I just got the one postcard.
But anyhoo, back to our present dilemma.
-You feel like a hike? -How far?
Can't be more than, say...
...1500 miles.
You're probably right. Go give our supplies a check.
-What's it look like? -A soda, some gum, and half a MoonPie.
Rations for one, at best.
Come on.
Red!
The governor insists on having the trailer back for the parade tomorrow.
Tell him to come get it.
Yes, sir.
-Where are we going? -We're going trick-or-treating.
-What's the matter? -We're not allowed to trick-or-treat.
Huh?
My mama doesn't allow it.
-Trick-or-treating? Why not? -Against our religion.
It's against your... What kind of foolishness is that?
Jehovah's Witness.
Now, Phillip, I'm asking you.
I ain't asking your mother or Jehovah.
You wanna go trick-or-treating or not?
Okay, all you gotta do is knock on the door.
And when they answer it, you say, "Trick or treat. " Got it?
Now, wait till they come.
Now, Phillip.
Trick or treat.
If you ain't the cutest little ghost I ever did see.
-Say it again. -Trick or treat, ma'am.
Since Halloween was yesterday, you're gonna have to trick me.
And you missed them caramel popcorn balls I made up special.
Just wait right here.
Perfect.