-What do you say, Phillip? -Thank you.
Never underestimate the kindness of the common man, Phillip.
You sure there's no meat in there?
Spam maybe? Vienna sausage, anything like that?
No, sir.
-Can you make some mustard sandwiches? -Yes, sir.
Well, go to it.
Here, you can spread it with that.
Yeah, that one's mine.
Be right back.
Don't be stingy with that mustard, now.
Hold it right there. You can go.
Butch!
-Phillip! -Butch, help!
-Grab the kids. Quick! Run! -Phillip!
Forget the car, Bob.
It's only got 1000 miles on it!
-Phillip, hit the brake! -Butch!
Oh, my!
-Bad brakes. -That was close.
Bob Fielder.
Edgar Poe.
That scared me silly. You know, I just had her a couple months.
-Yeah, she's a beaut, all right. -Yeah?
Bob, what with my brake problem, I'd appreciate a lift.
Me and my boy live about five miles up the road.
-I could pick up the car when I... -Butch!
The brake, Phillip!
Step on the brake!
Hell of a job, Phillip! Never had a doubt!
You all right? I'd be happy to move the kids there.
No trouble at all, Bob. No trouble at all.
Thank you, sir.
All right, thank you.
Can I see your license, sir?
All right, thank you very much. Bye, now.
-Can I see your license, please? -What's the problem, officer?
We got an escaped convict. Have a nice trip.
Okay, thanks.
-We got two cars at your disposal. -They got two cars they can give us.
Have them hold tight. I think we got the best seat in the house right here.
Tell those roadblocks to call in dogs and move north.
We'll check every road and every farm between San Angelo and Sweetwater.
There's my Geritol.
-Patsy, look at what you're doing. -Oh, no. Here.
Look at what you did!
What is wrong with you? I told you! Look at me.
I told you twice not to jump up and down, didn't I? Now, didn't I?
It's all over your father's new car!
Just get your bottom there and stay, both of you!
It's okay, sugar. Daddy still loves you.
-So much for the new car smell. -All right!
This'll be fine right here, Bob.
But I do have one more favor to ask.
Just a loaner, Bob. Not to worry.
You'll get her back.
It's new, so if you'd keep it under 45 for 500 miles, I'd appreciate it.
You know I will, Bob.
-They look funny. -Maybe.
But Bob did the right thing.
What if he'd put up a fight?
I might've had to shoot him. Where would that family be then?
No, Bob's a fine family man.
That's about the best thing a fella can hope to be.
Hold on, we're almost there.
Keep together.
Got through at Aspermont. Coerced a motorist.
Damn. Call Amarillo and tell them we got a notion they're headed that way.
Okay, Red.
Tell you the truth, I hope they make it over the border. Let the feds take it.
I got things I could be doing. I'm hungry. We got any food?
-I don't know. Let me look. -Sir...?
-Red, they got T-bones in the fridge. -Those were ordered special for...
-And Tater Tots! -He might not approve of this.
That so?
I do like Tater Tots.
Can't find a coon-ass waltz to save my ass.
That stuff you told me about not trick-or-treating because of Jehovah...
...was you pulling my leg?
No, sir.
-What else ain't you supposed to do? -We don't get Christmas.
-You're shitting me. -No birthdays, nor parties neither.
You've never been to a carnival neither, have you?
No.
-Cotton candy? -Seen that once. It's...
...red.
No, it's not, it's pink.
Never ate none though.
-Roller coasters? -Seen pictures.
You have a goddamn American right to eat cotton candy, ride roller coasters.
I do?
Hell yes, you do.
Faster, Butch! Faster!
Faster!
Yeah!
Come on, Butch, faster!
Yes, sir.
-You fellas dig in now. -All right.
It's hot.
You think you're pretty smart, now, don't you?
Excuse me?
Well, you ain't smart, but, goddamn, you are pretty.
Please.
I think business and pleasure should just naturally mix, don't you?
I mean, take me. I love my work.
So did Hitler.
Goddamn, you got a mouth on you.
How do you like your steak, Sally?
Rare.
Good. I'll wipe its ass, herd it through, and you can tear off a slab.
On second thought, medium rare.
I don't care who you work for.
You're here for one reason only. You hear me?
Anything else, chief?
Yeah.
You're in my office. Get out.
Here you go.
Thank you, Father, for your bountiful nature and goodness.
Amen.
Now, dig in, Buzz.
We call him that because he eats like a buzzard.
If it's dead, he'll swoop and chow.
You Dottie?
Eileen. Dottie died.
Her son runs the place, but...
...he ain't never here.
Never?
He leaves around 4. You know, not much traffic after lunch.
If you need me, I'll be right over here.
Eat your food.
-Buzz, you can eat mine if you want. -No, thank you.
Very polite.
Well, I try hard but, you know, since his mama died...
My mama's not dead.
Okay, Buzz, go on out in the parking lot and chuck some rocks.
So is she dead or not?
Well, his biological mother is alive.
She gave him up for adoption to me and my wife.
My dead wife, that is.
She is...was Phil...
Buzz's stepmother. So she's his mom.
Was his mom.
Stepmom.
But she's dead.
I am so sorry.
Nosy little fella.
Get in the car.
You mad at me?
No.
You kissed her, huh?
Just barely.
Why?
Because it feels good.
-Ain't you seen your mama kiss a man? -No.
You kissed her backside, huh?
Well, it's kind of hard to explain, I...
I know how it must've looked.
-Hell, I don't know how it looked. -Do you love her?
-Who? -The lady who cooked the hamburger.
Yeah, Phillip.
Yeah, I love her.
I kissed her butt, didn't I?
If things go our way...
...we'll be in Alaska in four or five days.
Get the jump on winter.
What's wrong?
I want to go home.
-Then why didn't you stay at the store? -Because.
-Because why? -Because I stole.
They'll put me in jail. I'll probably go to hell.
Same difference, Phillip.
Same difference.
We'll get you home soon.
I swear, okay?
-Butch? -Yeah.
I can drive.
Done proved that, ain't you? There's lots and lots of stuff you can do.
Lots and lots of stuff. Reach in that glove box there.
See if Bob's got a notepad or something.
Good old Bob.
-Can you write? -I can print.
Good enough.
Make a list of everything you ever wanted to do but wasn't allowed to.
Like what?
Like...
...cotton candy.
Cotton candy.
Hell, I don't know, it's your list.
-Butch? -Yeah.
How do you spell "rocket ship"?
I'll let those fellas get a little more shut-eye.
A few more hours of it, anyway.
We'll get the patrol cars in the morning and head up the Panhandle.
Does that bring back any memories?
You got a file on me too?
Hey, it's the '60s, Red. They got a file on everybody, right?
Just because it's written down, that don't mean it's true.
True, absolutely.
But you did work as county sheriff in Amarillo and Austin...
...before you became a Ranger.
Right so far?
Haynes' juvenile court record lists you as amicus curiae:
Evidence given by a non-party with the intention of swaying the judge.
Usually it comes in written form, but there was no copy attached.
Silence.
Okay. At least tell me why Haynes did four years for a joyride, huh?
What about probation? The boy had a home, a father.
What do your files say about him?
It says he was a thief who did some time, got out and stayed pretty clean.
Your precious files are wrong.
Okay.
So tell me the truth.
Haynes' old man, he was a career criminal...
...with a soft spot for whores. One thing's for sure...
...he beat the hell out of anything he ever came across, screwed or fathered.
If I...
If the judge had let the boy go with him...
...he'd have a rap sheet as long as your arm within a year.
Gatesville isn't so bad.
I've known kids there who straightened up.
One even became a priest.
I don't get it.
Well, you don't get it.
In Texas, the bottom line is who you know and what they owe you.
That's how I do my job. It's how you got your job.
You are tough, aren't you?
I bought that judge a T-bone, and I told him to send the boy up.
I told him it was the right thing to do.
The judge went with me, right down the line.
Butch. Come on, Butch.
Butch, wake up!
Butch.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I work at night. Cooler.
Your car break down?
No, me and my boy was just catching some shut-eye in your field.
Oh, I don't own it. I just work it for Mr. Andrews.
Where you all from?
Drove from Texarkana yesterday.
-Long haul. -You said a mouthful there.
No sense sleeping in the car when I got a foldout couch in there.
Don't wanna put you out. Gotta get on the road.
No trouble. I'll wake you at first light. Fill your belly with some food.
Send you on your way.
All right.
He wake you all up? Now, I told you not to do that.
No. It's no harm, ma'am.
I'm Lottie, Mack's wife. This here's my grandbaby, Cleveland.
Name's Cleve. I'm 6.
I'm 8. Mine's Phil...
Buzz.
We got us a creek down the way. Wanna go?
Sure thing.
-Morning to you. -Morning.
-Rest done you all good, huh? -Want a plate?
No. Hey, boy, run out there and get my thermos out of the truck.
Hey, you can't hear me or something?
Boy ain't got sense God give a chicken.
You want me to stay on Highway 70?
No, head on up towards Amarillo.
We'll either cross him down there, or wave goodbye at the border.
Again. Do it again.
Where's the boy's mother?
We left her at home this time.
Boys' night out kind of thing.
Say, lookie here.
Lookie here!
Mr. Andrews gave it to us when he got himself a newfangled one.
Jesus.
Now, this is music.
You know how long it's been since I heard this?
Oh, that's an oldie, all right.
Mrs. Andrews' maiden name was Bourgeois. Half Creole herself, she is.
Mr. Andrews, he don't like nobody to know.
I suppose that's why he give them to us.
...all-you-can-eat fish fry on Thursday...
...at 7:00 in the school cafeteria. Tickets are $3.50 each.
You can stuff your kids for half that.
Dance, Lottie?
-Me? Goodness, no. -Here.
Just follow me.
-Mr. Poe, you sure can move. -Well, I ought to be able to.
I was raised in a dime-a-dance whorehouse.
-You're fooling me. -No, ma'am.
My mama would dance out of the frying pan and into the back room fire.
Get on your feet, Buzz.
-You and Cleve shake a leg. -Okay.
Well, go on. Go on!
Dance, boys.
Spin me!
Night before last, a man escaped from maximum security with another convict:
Terry James Pugh, who was found dead near Ben Hur, Texas.
Shot through the head at close range. Haynes took a hostage, a young boy...
We'll be leaving soon enough.
I'll kill all of you, you try anything stupid.
What's wrong, Mack? You look like you seen a ghost.
Come on, Buzz.
-Time to hit the road. -Do me again.
Get back over here, now.
-Come on. -Come on, now!
-Come on, mister. Do me again. -Come on!
What'd you wanna go and hit Cleve for?
He didn't move fast enough for you? Is that it?
Maybe he gets excited sometimes. He don't hear everything you say!
You make me sick to my stomach.
Point it at him.
-I don't wanna. -Point it!
Now, you wanna flip, son?
Sure you do.
Just put your hands between your legs. I'm not gonna hurt you.
He don't trust you no more.
You gotta earn that, you know.
Go ahead, put your hands between your legs.
Buzz, go out to the car, get that rope.
Phillip!
Now, you hold that boy, and you tell him you love him.
Cleve, I love you.
No, old man! Say it like you mean it.
-This boy knows I love him. -Say it!
Please, mister.
I got a sense about you.
I know you a good man.
No, I ain't a good man.
I ain't the worst neither.
Just a breed apart.
Now, say it, Mack.
Say it!
It don't cost nothing.
Cleve...
...I love you.
God...
...that's beautiful.
Get on your knees.
Put your hands behind your back.
You can go wait in the car or you can watch.
You're old enough to think for yourself.
Close your eyes, Cleve.
Lottie, you hold the boy tight.
You shut your eyes too.
Please...
...ain't no use in it.
Mister, I'll give you everything we got.
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Mack, Cleve, say it with me.
Give us this day our daily bread.
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom and the power and...
Forever and ever. Amen.
Phillip?
Thanks for your hospitality.
Phillip?
What the hell?
That was a hell of a thing to do, Phillip!
You're a hero! Probably be in all the papers tomorrow...
...how you saved those folks. Truth is...
...I don't think I'd have killed them though.
Only killed two people in my whole life.
One hurt my mama...
...one hurt you.
What say we talk this over? Settle things man-to-man.
Then we can be on our way.
I'll even...
I'll even let you drive.
Knock that right off your list. How would that be?
That's his car. He's afoot.
And he's got a pistol. Mack says it looks like a.38.
Alaska, Phillip. Wild and woolly.
Man against nature. Me personally, I like them odds.
I tell you my daddy lives there?
He's a...
He's the one sent the picture postcard.
Listen here what he says about it. "Dear Robert:
Just wanted to tell you that me leaving has nothing to do with you.
Alaska is a very beautiful place, colder than hell most all the time.
Someday you can come and visit...
...and we'll maybe get to know each other better. "
Short and sweet.
That's the old man's style.
We'll just rest a while.
Then you make up your mind.
How's that, Phillip?
Town called Happy over in Swisher County.
Radio ahead so whoever gets there takes it nice and easy.
Governor's having the mother flown in. You want her on standby?
-Good idea. -Yeah, have her helicoptered in.
Well, one thing's for sure now.
I definitely believe in ghosts.
Never been shot before.
I'm sorry.
I know you are.
Truth is, if it had to happen, I'm...
I'm glad it was you.
As opposed to someone I don't know, I mean.
All things considered...
...I feel pretty good.
Listen up, boys!
You better run.
No, Phillip.
I need me a time machine with a loud radio...
...to take me where I'm going.
Walking's for squares.
Hand me that shotgun.
-You don't think he'll hurt the boy? -No, he won't.
Garnett. Tom Hendricks, FBl.
-You have one of our men with you? -We do.
-We cordoned off the area. -Tight?
Watertight. Like a frog's pussy. Sorry, ma'am.
No doubt an observation based on personal experience.
Where are they?
By the pond, behind that dogleg tree.
Officers are in a circle around them 100 yards away.
You got no problem if I handle this?
What say we both handle it?
-Bradley. -Sir?
Get me a megaphone.
-One other thing, chief. -Huh?
Haynes is wounded. The boy gut-shot him.
You're kidding?
Red. Megaphone.
Butch Haynes. This is Red Garnett of the Texas Rangers.
I know you're hurt. We got 20, 30 armed men up here.
I'm shooting you straight.
All this for me? I'm touched. I'm afraid you'll have to back it up a step or two.
I'm headed to Mexico!
You're headed the wrong direction.
Lying to them, of course.
I'll tell you what. You let the boy go, you and I'll talk about it.
Well, I appreciate the offer, captain!
But you know I can't do that!
If you and your pals back out of here, well...
...I'll drop the boy at the border!
If you don't, I'll shoot him in the head!
I mean it!
Don't look at me like that.
I don't even have a gun.
What did you do with the pistola anyway?
Dropped it in the well.
That's good thinking.
They get away, we're where we started.
-He kills the boy, he'll get the chair. -He's killed two in two days.
-We don't know he killed them. -Well, he wasn't sitting at home.
-Besides, who killed Pugh? Casper? -All right, knock it off!
By the look of things, it won't make too much difference.
-Concentrate on getting the boy. -Where do you want me, sir?
Right here on the hood. Can you handle that one?
Yes, I can, sir. Excuse me.
See, Phillip?
Dreams do come true.
-There's your rocket ship. -You think I'll get a ride in it?
Today's the day.
-That would be the boy's mother. -Go help her out, Adler.
All right, Butch. We got the boy's mama here.
-What's wrong? -It's my mama.
Now that you got yourself a ghost suit...
...think she'll let you trick-or-treat?
I got to do one house.
Come here.
Put your... Put your mask back on.
Turn around and scare them.
Hello? Please. He's my only son.
I'll give you money, whatever I can.
Please! I just wanna take him home with me.
Goddamn this son of a bitch.
-Let me see it, Red. -Here, Bradley.
You ready to go home?
Yes, sir.
Hey, captain! You got any candy?
What?
Candy! You know, Halloween candy! Popcorn balls...
...caramel apples, gum! Shit like that.
You all hungry?
You find me some candy...
...I'll deliver up a ghost!
-I got it. -Get candy.
Okay, everybody! Got any gum, candy?
Any Juicy Fruit? Put it in there.
Let's go! Come on. We ain't got any time.
She's gotta take him trick-or-treating every year!
-You all set? -You say when, I'll say dead.
-Give me your list. -Butch?
Give me your list. Come on.
Come on, come on.
One more thing!
She's gotta promise to take him to the fair...
...for roller coasters and cotton candy whenever he wants!
I wanna go home. My mama's not bad. She gives me those things.
Don't kid a kidder, Phillip.
I know just... I know just how you feel, Phillip.
She promises!
Make her say it!
I promise!
-Can we trust her? -She's a real good mama.
When you get home, you hide this.
You're not bad, are you, Butch?
Yeah.
Now, listen, Buzz.
I want you...
All right, now I want you to step out there real slow...
...keeping your paws in the air.
All right, now I want you to strut over to them cops...
...and yell, "Trick or treat. "
-What are you gonna do? -Something will come to mind.
Bye, Phillip.
It's been one hell of a ride.
All right, captain!
Make way for Casper the Friendly Ghost!
Friendliest ghost I know.
Put your mask on.
Put your paws in the air.
Now go tell them like I told you to.
Red...
Take a look at this.
Oh, it's him...
Come on, boy. Keep walking.
Keep walking, boy!
-Call your boy. -Run! Phillip, run!
Phillip, honey, come on! Phillip!
-He thought better of releasing him. -It doesn't mean that.
Personally, I think we negotiated a pretty fair deal.
Unless there's something else you want?
Do they want to shoot you?
-Stay on ready. -Yes, sir.
Well, I've seen it all now.
-What's he up to? -Damned if I know.
He's giving himself up.
Keep in mind, he still has a gun.
So I guess... I guess that's it for Alaska, Phillip.
Chief, we got an armed killer and an innocent boy out there.
-You clean? -As a whistle.
All right, you keep him locked down.
Don't squeeze till I say when.
Where the hell you going?
I'm unarmed...
...so throw your gun down.
If I had a pistola...
...I'd be headed in the other direction.
My partner here, he got... He got rid of the evidence.
Do I know you, friend?
No. Not really.
Well, look, I wanna talk to the boy.
Then we can take care of business.
How's that?
Only take a second.
Okay.
I wanna give you something.
Hold him. If he makes a move...
Give it a second.
Maybe someday you'll get to go...
He's going for his weapon!
No!
-Oh, God, no! -Keep everybody back!
Butch!
Damn, Buzz. Shot twice in the same day.
No need to worry. Can't hurt nobody now.
Oh, my God!
Doesn't have a gun, chief.
-Back off! -Easy, Red!
-What the hell was that all about? -I didn't say "when. "
Goddamn it!
Red, I thought he had a gun too.
There was just no way of knowing.
You know you did everything you could...
...don't you?
I don't know nothing.
Not one damn thing.