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, FBI.
- 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.