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(CLOCK TICKING)
(GLASS CRASHING)
(ANN GASPS THEN CREAKING)
- Richard. Richard. - Mm.
I think I heard something.
(THUDDING)
(THUDDING CONTINUES THEN ANN GASPS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Stay here.
(CREAKING)
(GUN COCKS)
(CLOCK ALARM RINGING)
- (ANN) Richard. Ah! - God.
Damn it.
(SIRENS WAILING)
How you feeling, son?
Peachy, aside from almost shitting myself.
Yeah, it must have been a scary thing for a man like you.
A civilian, I mean.
His name was Freddy Russel.
You know him?
(PRICE) I know shit when I step in it.
I'll need you to come to the station and make a formal statement, okay?
Okay.
Now what?
Now it'll go to the grand jury.
They'll look over everyone's statement,
and they'll "no bill" you.
- What about the courts? - It'll never get that far.
It was self-defence.
- He was unarmed. - You didn't know that.
It's called "fear of life".
Legally, he might as well have been pointing a gun at you.
Look, he's a wanted felon,
and you're an upstanding citizen without a record.
Sometimes the good guy wins.
We're gonna have to keep that a while, okay?
It belonged to my dad.
He was a good man.
He'd have been proud.
Of what? My finger slipped.
You OK?
Uh-uh.
Come on, bud. Let's go back to bed.
(RICH GRUNTS)
Jordan, son, stop jiggling.
No, you can't take that to school with you.
- Why? - Just because.
- Because why? - I'm your father, and I said so.
' Bang! Hey.
You dead.
Don't you say that to me.
I don't wanna snap at you, son, but I don't like that game.
Come on. Let's go.
(PHONE RINGING)
(WOMAN) Dane's Frames.
For you, Mr Dane.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Hello? - It's me.
- Just a minute. - Richard,
it's all over the school.
The students keep asking me about it.
Shit.
- Maybe you should go home. - Well, I can't.
I have to talk with the police later.
What the hell for?
I don't know. They want a statement from me.
How are you feeling?
Fine.
I'll see you later tonight, OK?
(BELL JINGLING)
Man, that air conditioner feels good.
I hear you got you one last night. Mack at the paper told me.
I couldn't believe it was you at first. I didn't think you had it in you.
- Easy. It's not something I'm proud of. - Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Someone breaks into my house, he'll have to pick his teeth out of his ass.
- Shoot, man, if it was me-- - It wasn't you. It was me.
Now, Jack, if you got mail, leave it, otherwise I'm busy.
(JOHNNY APPLESEED'S THAT'S WHAT YOUR WOMAN IS FOR)
Here you go, y'all.
I'll have a beer.
A little early, isn't it?
Not today.
(PRICE) Howdy, Rich.
How you feeling?
- Like a bucket of shit. - Shake it off.
- So, what happens now? - We bury the son of a bitch.
- When? - Tomorrow.
Noon. Greenley's Cemetery.
Courtesy of the county.
He got any family?
He got a daddy. In Huntsville Prison.
He just got paroled.
Shit don't fall far from the tree.
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
- And I can get these installed today? - Mm-hm.
- Ted. - Hey, Rich.
We'll be out of your hair in a little while.
- That couch looks hideous. - We can take it back.
I thought we agreed on the floral theme.
- I made a decision. Sorry. - I thought we made decisions together.
Could we talk about something besides the couch?
OK. Did you see the locksmith bill?
(PHONE RINGS)
(ANN ON RECORDING) You've reached the Dane residence.
Please leave your name after the beep.
Thank you, and God bless.
(PHONE BEEPS THEN TONE)
(LINE CLICKS THEN PHONE BEEPS)
(BEEP)
(CAR APPROACHING)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN SPEAKING OVER RADIO)
(BELL TOLLING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(MOOING)
Quiet and peaceful, isn't it?
You're Dane, right?
Come to watch the shit go in the hole?
Very Christian of you.
I'm sure this doesn't make it any better for you,
Mr Russel, but I'm sorry for what happened.
He didn't give me much choice.
Yeah.
You're right.
Doesn't make it any better.
Oh, that was a nice picture of your family in the paper.
Your boy, he looks a whole lot like you, doesn't he?
Now, you have a nice day now, you hear.
Yeah, it's Richard. ls she free?
Well, OK. Tell her not to worry, but to meet me at the police station.
No, everything's fine.
(WOMAN) Jordan, your dad's here.
- Come on back. - (RICH) Jordan.
Hey. Jordan!
Jordan! Hey. Come on. Come on.
Come with me. Right now. We're going.
We're gonna get in the car. Come on, son. Son, come on.
Get in the car.
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(PRICE) Did he say anything to you at the school?
No, he just waved.
- He waved? - (RICH) Yeah.
- What do you want me to do here? - I want him arrested.
For what? He hasn't done anything.
- He threatened my son. - Said your boy looks like you.
- He showed up at the school. - In broad daylight,
in front of witnesses, and did nothing.
He wants my son, I know it. I want protection.
That's not gonna happen, not without a legal reason.
(SCOFFS)
I'll tell you what I'll do, Rich.
Unofficially, I'll have a car stop by your house
every couple of hours over the next few days.
Give you a little peace of mind. He's just trying to scare you.
Don't let him.
What were you thinking?
Richard.
- Why even go there? - It was a mistake. I fucked up.
I don't like that word, not in front of Jordan.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
What are we supposed to do now?
You and Jordan should stay at your mom's until this blows over.
What if he follows us?
I don't wanna put her in danger too.
What about your dad's cabin?
No. It's too isolated.
- It's the last place I wanna be. - I want a "idghalada".
Son, don't talk when others are talking. It's not polite. Eat your dinner.
I say we stay home. Take Jordan out of school for a little while.
Let the cops handle it.
Wait him out. We already got bars on the windows--
- But I don't want-- - Goddamn it, Jordan!
(CUPS CLATTERING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
- Get back in the car. - What?
- The lock's busted. - Oh, my God.
Go to the Fergusons' and call the police. Ask for Price.
What are you doing?
Are you coming with us'?
- Richard, get in the car. - Ann, get. Now.
- Come with us. - I said, go.
- Richard, don't be stupid. - Go.
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(CREAKING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Whoever it was knows his way around alarm systems.
We know who it was.
Excuse me, detective.
That goes for everybody.
I was wrong.
I thought he'd move on, but at least we have a reasonable suspicion now.
Means I can give you official protection.
Now, all you got to do is be normal.
Go to work, take Jordan to school. Be seen.
And everywhere you go, I'll have someone watching.
So when he makes his move,
we make our move.
So we're the bait?
For want of a better word, yeah.
What do you say, Ann?
Let's nail the son of a bitch.
(THUNDER ROLLING)
I've got men hiding out in the woods.
He sees me drive away, he's gonna think you're here alone.
This is Kevin, ex-Special Forces. Anyone see you come in here?
- (KEVIN) Piece of cake. - Kevin is going to stay here with you.
- For how long? - As long as it takes.
- What do we do? - Go to bed and get some sleep.
You're gonna need it.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
I like it when he's sleeping.
Yeah.
He's sweet.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
Goddamn.
(WHISTLES)
(BEEP)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(BEEPS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)
(OFFICER 1) Just one of the neighbours looking for his dog. Over.
- Any word? - None so far.
- (OFFICER 1) Lieutenant, come in. - Price here.
We found his car about a quarter mile south of you.
Any sign of him?
- No. - Well, fan out,
see if you can flush his ass.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
(DRIPPING)
Kevin.
He's in the fucking house!
- Price! Help! - He's in the goddamn house!
(RICH) Jordan! (PRICE) Move! Go! Go!
(RICH) He's in here! Price! (PRICE) Haul your ass!
Jordan!
Get the door. Ann, get the door.
(PRICE) Door's looked. Somebody go around back.
(ANN) I can't get it open. Ah! (RICH) Jordan!
(ANN) Jordan! Jordan!
He's in the woods. Move.
- Move. - (ANN) Thank God.
(ANN PANTING)
(BOTH SIGH)
Tracked him to the river,
- but the rain's making it hard. - How'd he get in?
How'd he get in the house, Ray?
He never left. The son of a bitch was in the crawl space the whole time.
Jesus Christ.
(PRICE) We'll get him, Rich.
Don't you worry.
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(ALARM BEEPING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RICH) Nuevo Laredo? (PRICE) Yeah.
- Piece of shit went to Mexico. - Mexico?
Federales picked him up across the border.
We got him, Rich. Dragging him back to Huntsville.
He'll never set foot in this county again.
We just wrapped the paperwork on the Freddy file.
Stop by and we'll close this out for good.
Then you owe me a beer, compañero, OK?
OK.
(GRUNTS)
(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO)
(WOMAN) That's it.
Sign these last two and you're on your way.
(RICH) All right.
(PAPER RUSTLING)
(SIGNING)
(RAPPING ON DESK)
What's this?
- It says "Freddy Russel". - So?
So that's not the guy I shot. ls that some kind of mistake or what?
That's Freddy. It's just a bad mugshot, not very recent.
People change, Rich.
Well, not that much.
You were pretty upset that night, remember'?
Yeah. He died right in front of me.
I look at pictures of faces all day.
That is not the guy.
It's called shock.
OK? Memory gets a little fuzzy. It happens.
Now, why don't you go home
and let me deal with the police work, huh?
Give my regards to Ann, huh?
(THUMPING)
(LINE RINGING)
(PRICE) Sheriff's office. Price here.
Hey, Ray. This is Richard Dane.
What is it, Rich?
That wanted poster's bugging me. It's not him, Ray.
We've been through this. It's late, I'm busy. Give it a rest.
- Just hear me out... - I did, and you're wrong.
Case closed, over. Now get some sleep.
(LINE CLICKS THEN BUSY TONE)
(PHONE DIALLING)
(LINE RINGING)
(COP) Sheriff's office.
(RICH) Yeah, Lieutenant Price, please.
Sorry, he's not here, sir. Can I take a message?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(MAN) Come on, get him down.
Yeah.
Move along.
(CAR APPROACHING)
Let's go. Keep him quiet.
That's it.
Just stop it.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(PRICE) Get him out.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BEN SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
Get down.
There you go.
One's off.
(BEN GRUNTING)
(MAN 1) Get in there.
Get...
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(RAILWAY BELL RINGING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING THEN BEN GASPS)
(BEN SNIFFS)
(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)
(EXHALES)
(ANN) on.
What happened to your shoes?
Oh. I drove out and checked on the cabin yesterday.
- Must have stepped in some muck. - Thought you didn't like going there.
Yeah, I know. But I figured I gotta clean it out some time.
And?
My father didn't leave much behind.
There you go.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(ANN) Richard.
(DOOR SLAMS)
I didn't kill your son.
Fuck you.
I think the cops have been lying to us both all along.
Where's my shoe?
The cops are up to something.
Right? Something to do with your son.
With you.
- Why do they want you dead? - How should I know?
Same reason you do.
(CHUCKLES)
Look...
...something's going on.
They used my family as bait.
To find you.
And I want to know why.
Did you take my lighter?
- No. - Well, where is it?
What's the matter? You scared?
(LAUGHING)
Huh?
When's the last time you heard from your son?
Oh, it's been a good long while.
He was about the same age as your boy.
I could have left you on those train tracks, but I didn't.
I didn't kill your son.
Who you gonna trust?
The cops who just tried to kill you or me?
All I know is what I'm told.
And I'm told I got nothing left.
- I didn't kill your son. - So you say.
Okay.
You're coming with me.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RICH) Dig.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(RICH PANTING)
(THUDDING)
Do it.
(BEN) Jesus.
(GAGGING)
That ain't him. That's not Freddy.
Jesus. Who would do that?
Somebody who didn't want him identified. Ever.
Come on, get out of there.
(JIMMIE GRAY'S MY WORLD)
What do we do now?
We?
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah.
I'll pay you back.
(BEN) Hey. It's Ben. Russel. Long time.
I need some help.
It's about my son.
(BELL RINGING)
- Good morning. - Ray.
- You got a minute? - Yeah. What do you need?
I was wrong to hang up on you the other night. I want to apologise.
Oh, forget it. You were right.
I was all worked up over nothing.
No. You were concerned and you were kind of right.
See, Freddy was wanted. Dyed his hair, he was wearing contact lenses.
That's why you were confused.
Well, I'm just glad his old man's
- headed back to prison. - Any day now.
(OMAR & THE HOWLERS' DANGEROUS MAN)
I'm sure you're doing everything you can. I appreciate that.
Important thing is he's not a threat anymore, right?
Can I help you?
You think you could corral this little filly in a frame for me?
Kind of a rush job.
It don't have to be too fancy.
(PRICE) You're busy, Rich. I'll catch you.
(RICH) All right.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Sounds like old Ben's got himself in a real shitstorm this time.
And he's dragged you right in there with him.
Who are you?
Name's Jim Bob Luke. Luke Detective Agency.
Houston, Texas.
(GLEN MORRIS' I GOT THE BLUES)
This one made it all the way to the Houston paper. Front page.
Mentions Freddy four times.
Just in case you missed it.
This is six weeks ago.
Buried on the back page,
mentions Freddy once.
So he turned state evidence, then.
And your boy found himself on the ass end of a federal case.
Now, we know Freddy ain't no saint,
but if he's messing around with these boys in the Dixie Mafia,
they some bad dudes.
How far do you wanna take this, Ben?
(BEN CHUCKLES)
If he's alive, I wanna see him.
All right. Well, I got some hunches on it.
I wanna feel them out first.
But first thing, we gotta relocate.
If Price is as slick as his moustache,
we gotta get the old hoss here out of the county.
- What do I do? - For now, just go home.
You know, act dumb.
Let me do some legwork and when I get Russel settled somewhere,
I'll give you a call.
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV)
(MAN 1 OVER TV) Hey, Max! Pass.
Over here.
(MAN 2) Wanted to buy you a drink, partner,
for bringing Holly back in one piece.
Last time, he blacked her eye.
Someday, someone's gonna settle that shit.
I'd like to do it myself.
(PHONE RINGING)
(MAN 3) One time, a Singapore sling would have been the only answer.
I have to give you the money.
(JIM BOB) What? No, no, no. Say that again, you broke up.
I can't...
No, I'm catching every third word. Say it again.
Here you go.
(JIM BOB) All right, thanks.
(JIM BOB GRUNTING)
- What'd you find out? - Well, I made a bunch of calls.
I got this gal I used to run with.
She works in the office at FBI.
It seems Freddy is assigned to the Witness Relocation Programme.
- You know what that is? - They give people a new start.
New name, new place. Mob informers and shit.
Yeah, you got the picture, framer.
They're the ones that set you up.
For the last couple of years, your son's been running with the Dixie boys.
Doing whatever Mafia-types do.
And the shit gets way over Freddy's head
and the law comes down on him hard.
So to keep from going to the slammer,
he starts to sing like a little bird against his old buddies, the Dixie boys.
Now, you don't wanna fuck with the Dixie Mafia.
And the feds know that, so they make Freddy a deal.
They'll hide him, if he gives them what they need.
- So they faked it? - It was beautiful.
If the Dixie Mafia believes that Freddy is dead,
well, (LAUGHS) what's the use in gunning for a dead guy, right?
Good plan, don't you think?
(CHUCKLES)
- Then who's in that grave? - Yeah, and where's my son?
Now, that's a good one.
(PHONE RINGS)
That would be for me. These things are amazing.
You seen these? Oh, fuck, you've been in prison forever. Jim Bob.
You're breaking up, hold on.
Okay, that's better. Go ahead.
I need another beer.
(JACK) You're in for it, huh? Oh, whatever.
Well, if it ain't Josey Wales.
Hey. Kill any banditos lately, cowboy?
Jack, you're drunk. Leave me alone.
Let me buy you a drink and you can tell me about how--
I don't want your drink, Jack, or your company.
Let me tell you something, Mr Dane--
(GRUNTING)
Hurts, doesn't it?
Hey. Hey. Let him go. It's not a good idea.
You didn't have to do that.
Yeah, I didn't wanna see you damage the fella.
Can we get three beers?
(MAN OVER SPEAKERS) In Washington.
It has been established, the persons who have recently died
have been returning to life
and committing acts of murder.
A widespread investigation of morgues, funeral homes...
(JIM BOB) Hoss, if you wanna see your boy, we gotta move.
You can stay at my place.
Y'all are leaving?
This whole operation is being run out of the Houston office.
That's my 'hood.
Freddy will be close by.
I'm going with you.
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS)
I still don't know who I shot.
Have to tell my wife something.
(ANN) I don't know.
Seems kind of sudden, doesn't it?
Well, it's a good opportunity for the shop.
Have you been drinking?
Yeah, I stopped and had a couple. I'm celebrating.
If I get this contract, well, it'd be big.
You're serious about this, aren't you?
Mm-hm.
Well, how long would you be gone for?
Just a couple of days. No more than a week, I figure.
I don't know. I don't like the idea of you going to Houston,
- leaving me and Jordan alone. - They got him.
- Don't make me sound girly. - Then don't act girly.
- Don't tease me, Richard. - You should be happy.
I've been waiting for something big like this.
Well, will it stop you from moping around the house?
Maybe we can go on a vacation after.
Someplace cool. It's been a while since we've been away.
We can drop Jordan at your mom's and have us a little adult time.
Hmm?
You wanna do it, sparky?
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
You haven't called me that since high school.
You're drunk.
Drunk and randy. I thought that's how you like me.
(ANN CHUCKLING)
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(PIGS SQUEALING)
(GRUNTS)
Let's get us some java.
(SQUEALING)
(MACK FIELDS' BOWLING BALL BLUES)
When you said he was a pig farmer, I thought you were kidding.
(JIM BOB) Morning, boys.
Come on in, and I'll make you some bacon.
(SQUEALING)
The DMV issued 162 new drivers' licences
to males in Freddy's age range.
Out of that stack, 93 of them poor bastards are married.
So of the single dudes,
47 of them are Caucasian.
And a whole of 28 around 6 feet tall.
Well, any of them got blue eyes?
Grand total of two.
Well, what about them? We start with them?
Already did. Well, at least the first one.
- And? - That sorry son of a bitch still lives
with his parents.
But the other one,
this one right here,
one Frank C. Miller.
Blond, blue-eyed,
6 feet and change.
The same Mr Miller
who just ordered cable and a phone line
at his new house outside of Houston.
Previous address unknown.
That's not bad for a pig farmer.
Well, when I crack this case,
I might just let you frame the headlines, framer.
Best way to find out for sure, call him.
No. I wanna take a look at him first.
Come on, you cranky old bastard. Just call him up.
I ain't calling him.
(JIM BOB) That's the house right there.
That's not the colour I pictured.
Well, we're not even sure it's him yet, are we?
No better time than the present.
- Make it sound like some showdown. - Oh, in a way it is.
(RICH) Watch out!
- Shit. - Damn.
What the fuck? Jesus!
(BARKING)
What in the dog shit is wrong with you?
Don't you have any mirrors on this damn Pinto?
Do you know how to use them? Who's gonna pay for it? We could split it.
(GRUNTING)
(JIM BOB) Why, you-- Ahh!
(BEN) Hey!
You want some of this, huh?
(GRUNTING)
(JIM BOB) That's for my car.
(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)
And that's for my hat.
Ben, check him.
Goddamn.
Pulling my fucking head off.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
It ain't Frankie Miller, is it?
No, smart-ass.
Huh. Good thing he wasn't in an O.K. Corral mood.
Goddamn piece-of-shit Pinto!
(BEN) What's that?
(JIM BOB) Home movies, looks like. (BEN) Shut up!
- (MAN MOANING) - Yeah, he's moving.
(MAN GRUNTS)
"Batting practise"?
Let's get a look at his swing.
(BARKING)
(JIM BOB) Take that gun and shoot that fucking dog, will you?
(DOG BARKS)
(DOG WHIMPERS)
(LINE RINGING)
(JIM BOB) Yeah.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN 1) She's cute, man.
Is this her first--? Ask if this is her first time.
Hey, it's me.
I'm in Houston, and everything's fine.
I got a meeting in a while. I'll call you later and let you know how it went.
Okay, love you both.
Yeah, I like that. Yeah.
How old are you?
She ain't even old enough to drive.
What did she say?
(LINE RINGING)
(TAPE FAST-FORWARDING)
(LINE CONTINUES RINGING)
(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
All right, so he's a pervert. Let's turn this shit off.
(WOMAN WHIMPERS THEN SCREAMS)
(WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(WOMAN WHIMPERING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY AND WOMAN CRYING)
(WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING)
Can you hear me? Fucking whore!
(BAT THUDDING AND MEN GRUNTING)
(BAT CONTINUES THUDDING)
(MAN WHOOPING AND GRUNTING)
(LINE CONTINUES RINGING)
(MAN) Hello?
Hello?
(JIM BOB) Let's tell him we got the wrong house
and we can't find the guy or some shit.
What about Freddy?
You saw that trunk.
There are a lot more tapes where that one came from.
- Doesn't that matter to you? - Well, yeah.
It matters to me.
But we can't tell Ben about any of it. Not yet.
(BEN) About what?
That ain't nothing we need to jump into right now.
What's on the tape?
Do yourself a favour, hoss...
What's on the tape?
Huh?
How do you work this fucking thing?
(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN 1) She's cute, man.
Is this her first--? Ask if this is her first time.
(CRASHING AND CLANGING)
(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)
(GUN COCKS)
(mom Ben'?
Ben? Hey.
Open the door.
Open the door, Ben. Put the gun down.
Would you put the gun down, Ben?
(RICH) We could go to the cops
And show them the tape.
It wouldn't do any good.
They know what their boy's doing.
He is protected.
But he's killing women.
Prostitutes, cross the border illegally,
and nobody cares.
How long you known him?
We were in Korea together.
He saved my life.
He never said he was in the service.
(JIM BOB CHUCKLES)
I don't know whether you've noticed it or not,
but old Ben ain't much on small talk, is he?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Stubborn as a mule, though.
Get some rest, boy.
All right.
(LIGHTER FLICKS)
(GUNSHOT)
What the fuck?
(GUN CLICKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
I got cows in that pasture.
What are you gonna do when a dog goes bad on you?
Bites somebody or hurts somebody.
There's only two things you can do, right?
You either chain him up or put him down.
But which do you think is more cruel, huh?
You're talking about killing your own son? That's crazy.
Well, I can't very well chain him up, can I?
I need a drink.
I haven't even had my goddamn coffee yet.
Son of a bitch.
(SINGING IN SPANISH)
- Thank you, darling. - (WAITRESS )You got it, baby.
Have you given any thought as to how you're gonna do this thing?
Well, it ain't rocket science.
What about the big Mex?
If he's there, we'll shoot him too.
Oh, good. Well, I'm glad you got a plan.
I was worried that you were just gonna wing it.
You got a better idea?
Not yet. I'm working on it.
(BEN) Just remember, he's my son,
and I'm pulling the trigger.
(BAND CONTINUES SINGING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
Good luck.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CAR HORN HONKING)
- (ANN) Hey there. - Hey.
(ANN CHUCKLES)
- Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa. - (ANN) Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't see.
(RICH) That's OK. That's OK. (ANN) Sorry. OK. Ice cream?
(JORDAN) No. Potato sauce. (ANN) No? Potato sauce?
(COMMENTATOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER TV)
(ANN) I'm glad the trip went well.
I hope you get the contract.
- What? - (ANN) I said, I'm glad the trip went well.
(COMMENTATOR) Man on first and third as Fernandez takes the plate.
Here it comes. Two-and-two pitch.
Hits it sharply.
Going back! Going back!
It's out of here!
(COMMENTATOR CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CAR PASSING)
(BEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Call.
(BEN) What do you got?
Show them.
Framer's back.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTS)
(JIM BOB LAUGHING)
Well, how about that?
The video store is a cover.
The boy has got more brains than you do, Ben.
Must take after his mama.
Okay, framer, go in there
and look for exit doors and side rooms, things like that.
You just act normal, all right?
What about the Mexican?
(JIM BOB) Just be quick about it.
(DOOR BELL RINGING)
- Hi. - Hey.
Is there something I can help you with, sir?
Yeah. Uh...
You have a foreign film section?
We don't carry nothing foreign but Jap and Mex stuff.
That's right, just Japanese and Mexican fare.
- And some British too. - We got Limey stuff?
(HORN HONKING)
I'd prefer you not use offensive terms
- if you're gonna work for me. - (GEORGE) I didn't mean nothing by it.
- Sorry, you know... - It's all right.
Is there anything else I can help you with today?
(TRUCK HORN HONKING)
Uh...
Yeah. What time y'all close?
11 pm. Sharp.
(TRUCK HORN CONTINUES HONKING)
(HONKING)
Shit.
- Chicken? - No, they're out of chicken. Only beef.
Oh, actually, hey, you know,
I just got this new release in from... What--?
(DOOR CLOSES THEN BELL RINGS)
- You all right? - Yeah.
They close at 11.
(JIM BOB) Ben.
Esme, meeme.
Here. Just in case.
All right, that's them.
- Let's make this quick. - Just tell us when.
Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Fuck, they got company.
I don't like this.
(WOMAN CHUCKLES)
- Let's take them all out. - There's six of them, Ben.
We don't know how many more on the inside.
- Fuck them. - (COCKS GUN)
Ben.
We're gonna do this the right way.
Are you feeling me, Ben?
Take the gun out of my ear, Jim.
I'm feeling you.
(RICH) Wait. Look.
(MAN) All right, see you there.
- What do we do? - Follow them.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(JIM BOB) This must be where they do it.
A lot of cowboys down there, Ben.
You wanna rethink your math?
Fuck the math.
(JIM BOB) Looks like there's gonna be one left outside.
That means five on the inside, plus the girl.
Count to ten, then one of you step out and get his attention. I'll do the rest.
Ten, nine,
eight, seven, six...
You're actually counting?
He said to count to ten.
Oh, shit.
Hey. Tiny.
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(JIM BOB) All right, boys.
It's Howdy Doody time.
(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
(MEN CONTINUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
This guy... I told you, I'm coming. Hold on.
(MAN 1) Tell me again. (MAN 2) I told you already.
(MAN 3) You can't drink.
(GUNSHOT THEN WOMAN SCREAMING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN FIRING)
(YELLING THEN GUN CLICKING)
(MAN YELLING AND GUNFIRE)
(GUNSHOT THEN MAN SCREAMING)
Fuck!
Fuck, you shot-- Who the fuck are you, man?
Fuck! Fuck--
Thanks.
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)
(GUNSHOT)
They're up here, boys.
(YELLING AND GRUNTING)
Fuck.
Go down!
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(WOMAN SCREAMS THEN WHIMPERS)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
It's all right. (SHUSHING) You're all right.
You're all right. It's okay.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(MAN PANTING)
(PANTING)
(GUN COCKS)
(WHISPERING) Ben. Take the shot.
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(BEN) Freddy.
I'm Ben Russel.
I'm your father.
I came here to kill you.
Are you really my dad?
As far as I know.
(sesame)
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Yeah... Just...