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[siren wailing in distance]

[dance music playing]

[dog barking]

[people chattering inside]

[person] Party! Nude dancing!

You can hear just fine!

- [person 2] Who is it?
- Fantasia.

Hey, girl.

- I thought you were going to Star City.
- I am, tonight.

You think you're bad
'cause you got a camera now.

- Huh? Huh, you think you're bad?
- Come on, Bobby.

Come on. Show us your stuff.

Y'all messing up my picture
with your lousy dancing.

[person 2] Bobby, look who's here.

- Hey, Bobby.
- [Bobby] How you doing?

I'm fine.

- [Bobby] Is Ray with you?
- No.

- That's good.
- That's real good.

You know you're always welcome here.

You got here just in time.

Bobby's about to blow out the candles
on his birthday cake.

Bobby, it's your birthday?
How old are you? 60?

No, that's your IQ, woman.

- Oh, no, Bobby.
- Hey, look out, man.

[Bobby] Hey. This is Darren and Danielle.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Hi.

Oh, shit. I left my purse in the car
with the door unlocked.

- I'll be right back.
- Oh, okay. Great.

[Bobby] What's this swinging thing
you guys are doing? What is this?

Everybody get on the goddamn floor
and be quiet, all right?

- What the fuck's going on?
- [Danielle] Hey!

I said, get on the floor, goddamn it!

[Darren] Bobby.

[person 2] Let go, Ray.

[dance music continues playing]

[door closes]

Down.

- [music stops]
- [person 2] Fantasia!

Jackie, honey, just be quiet
and everything will be okay.

[crying]

- [grunts]
- [Jackie] Bobby!

- [Ray] Now, where does Marco live?
- I don't know, Ray.

- I said, where does he live, goddamn it?
- I don't know.

- Where does he live, goddamn it?
- I don't know, Ray!

[Ray] How do you get your shit then?
Does it fly over here?

- I said, where does he live, bitch?
- [Fantasia] Ray, just ask her nicely.

[Bobby] Danielle and me don't know nothing
about this. Why don't you let us go?

[grunts]

If we told anybody where Marco lived,
he'd kill us.

What the fuck do you think
we're gonna do, huh?

- Now you're gonna tell me…
- [Bobby] Don't hit her, man.

… or I'm gonna slap your goddamn head off.

Leave us the hell alone!

Ray, you don't have to hit her like that.

Jackie, honey, please tell him
and everything will be okay.

Jackie don't know
where Marco's staying, man.

I deal with him. She don't.

Just leave her alone and I'll tell you.

[Marco] Who is it?

- It's Bobby, Marco.
- Bobby?

Yeah, I gotta get something
from you tonight.

Bobby, what'd I tell you about
coming by this late at night?

I gotta get something
from you tonight, man.

Bobby…

Come on in here, man.

[Ray] This is a pretty woman you got here.
Goddamn, she is so pretty.

Look at this. Look at those
little titties. I like those.

Ray, what are you doing?

- Hey, man!
- I'm gonna have me some of this.

I got everything you want
on the table over there.

- There's 200 bucks in a wallet. Take it.
- I ain't about to fuck around.

There's some coke in the kitchen, man.
Take the money and the coke.

You know what this is?
This is lighter fluid, brother.

- You're sick, man.
- That's what this is.

I'm gonna fuck her up.

- I don't want your little $200.
- Take the money, man.

Fuck you, man! I don't want your $200!

- I don't want no $200.
- Stop it, man.

- Oh, so then you got that money, huh?
- Stop it!

Put it out! Put it out, man!
I'll tell you where the shit is!

I'm gonna light her up, motherfucker!
Fuck you, man!

- Put it out!
- Fuck you!

- [groans]
- Motherfucker.

[Marco's girlfriend sobbing]

[Ray exhales]

Oh, goddamn.

Goddamn.

- [phone rings]
- [chattering on TV]

[Darren on TV] How many fingers
am I holding up, Bobby?

Got it?

[chattering on TV continues]

[Bobby on TV] I'm not an old man.
I can outrun both of you guys.

Yeah.

This guy needs to dance. I can sing.

Yeah, I'm going to get
your lady, all right.

- [Darren] All right.
- [Bobby] I'm just kidding.

[Darren] Yeah, yeah. All right, Bobby.

[chattering on TV continues]

[dance music playing on TV]

[muffled whimpering]

[muffled screaming, crying]

[muffled grunting]

[screaming, crying stop]

Your friend is my girlfriend, okay?

- She's mine, okay?
- [laughs]

[gasping]

[sniffs]

[sniffs] They got a fucking kid.

Goddamn it. Come here, you motherfucker.

Where's your goddamn kid, huh?
Where's your goddamn kid?

Fantasia, go look for this fucking kid.
We can't leave a kid around here.

I already been all over the house, Ray.

I don't give a shit! Go look for him!
He might be hiding someplace.

[child sniffling]

[whimpering]

[child 2] Mommy!

- Mommy!
- Sweetheart, what's wrong? Huh?

- [child shrieking]
- What is it, baby? What is it?

Oh, it's okay. It's okay.
Daddy's here. It's all right.

Dale, what's wrong with her?

I don't know. I think she had a bad dream.

- Oh, it'll be okay.
- You okay, baby?

- I'm gonna take her into our room.
- Okay.

Oh, yeah. Oh, you're okay.

Dale, are you coming to bed?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

[whip-poor-will chirping]

[dispatcher on radio] North of Avenue 200.

[onlookers chattering]

[officer] Could you stand back, please?
Give us a chance.

Stand out of the way, please.

[helicopter whirring]

[police radio chatter]

[reporter]
I mean, I got the crew standing by.

[police radio chatter continues]

[detective] That will be fine.
We swept that all away.

- [shutter clicking]
- [lieutenant] Oh, good.

Come on, Dud. Let's get to the wallets.

- [Dud] Watch your feet, Lieutenant.
- I'm sorry. I — I need a name.

- [photographer] I'm on my way.
- [detective] I need a shot right here.

Okay, let's do this body first.

I think this is our stranger.

Who we got?

John, meet Robert Post.

How do you do, Robert?

- Excuse me, Lieutenant.
- [lieutenant] Watch your feet.

[people chattering]

- We're out of here.
- Okay.

[John] Isn't that a light
in Robert's window?

[Dud] Yeah, ten o'clock in the morning.

[John sighs]

Oh, fuck.

Aw, shit.

John!

[lieutenant]
You got anything on that tape?

[Dud] Some background voices.

- [lieutenant] Clear ones?
- [Dud] Mmm, not very.

[lieutenant] So, how'd you ID
this Ray Malcolm?

[Dud] Neighborhood snoop across the street
recognized Ray's car parked out front.

- Did they see him?
- Mm-mmm.

But she did see a Black guy with glasses
come out a little while later,

get in Ray's car and split.

She didn't even know Ray's last name,

but she thought he was staying
a couple blocks away with some dopers,

so we checked it out.

Can you separate it?

- Mmm, not yet. Is that Ray's package?
- [John] Mm-hmm.

[lieutenant] So, who's this Black guy?

They call him Pluto.

Evidently, he's been hanging with Ray
for the last couple of weeks.

I'd say he's from out of town.

Pluto. That's it?

For now.

So, who's the girl?

Fantasia.

[lieutenant] Bullshit.

Good looking. Ray's old lady.

Here.

Listen to this.

[tape rewinding]

[voices electronically distorted]

[Jackie, distorted] Hey, girl.
I thought you were going to Star City.

[Fantasia, distorted] I am, tonight.

[Jackie] Bobby, look who's here.

That sounds like, she said,
"I thought you were going to…" what?

It sounds like she's saying,
"I thought you were going to Star City."

[Dud] And then the other girl says,
"I am…" something.

Play that again.

[voices electronically distorted]

[Jackie, distorted] Hey, girl.
I thought you were going to Star City.

[Fantasia, distorted] I am, tonight.

It does sound like "Star City."
"I thought you were going to Star City."

Dud, check this out.

A robbery arrest from '79.

In case of emergency notify.

"Jeremiah Malcolm. Relationship, uncle.

Star City, Arkansas."

Well, I'll be damned.

[Dale] Jimmy.

Jimmy, you there?

[Jimmy on radio]
Yeah, Dale. Come on back.

Yeah, listen, I'm just coming back
from the courthouse.

I checked the records on Ray Malcolm.

He was born here, all right,
but he hasn't lived here in 20 years.

So I'm heading out
to the uncle's place right now.

Tell you what.
I want you to do me a favor.

Call Charlie, tell him
to come to work early tonight.

Tell him I'm gonna stay out there with him
in case those folks show up.

And, Jimmy, if they do, man,
we're gonna be laying for 'em.

Damn, this could be a big one.

All right, I'll talk to you later. 10-4.

[Jimmy] 10-4 and out.

Just give the names of the two suspects,
Ray Malcolm and Lane "Pluto" Franklin.

Give a description of the girl, and say
the victims were stabbed to death.

- How many stab wounds?
- No, don't mention that.

Or the hog-tying or the pillowcases.

What about the three other victims?

Just say they were strangled.

And what about the kid?

Don't mention the kid.
Just say there was a survivor.

And that we think the suspects
fled the state.

Might get us some national coverage
and make it hard for them to travel.

- [phone rings]
- Homicide.

Dud, you gotta give me something.
The press is all over my butt.

Okay.

Play it up that they're as violent
as we've ever seen.

Really?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

What's the story on this, uh,
Star City thing?

Well, somebody, come on. Dud.

You think it'd be a wild goose chase
if you went down there?

Well, I don't know.
We've been lucky so far.

And we can tie Ray there.

I talked to the police chief
in Star City this afternoon,

and he said that he didn't know
of Ray or Fantasia,

but he thought he'd heard of the uncle,
and he was gonna check him out.

- I'm just waiting for his phone call back.
- [chief] Good.

What about an ID on the second suspect?

[John] They call him Pluto.
His real name is Lane Franklin.

He's originally from Chicago

and he and, uh, Ray got busted
about six years ago

for another drug rip-off — same shit.

They ended up doing,
uh, two years together in San Quentin.

Prison buddies.

Pluto's a piece of work.
IQ of 150 and a college graduate.

We think he's the one
who did the stabbings.

His package indicates
that he's, uh, very fond of a knife.

He's got three priors.

And for some reason,
he left the videotape playing.

- [phone ringing]
- Sick son of a bitch.

[Dud] Evidently.

He knew we couldn't lift those prints,
so he left a damn calling card.

Yes, he's here. Dud.

Mmm.

- Cole here.
- Chief Dale Dixon's on the line.

- Yeah, put him through.
- Yeah, this is Police Chief Dale Dixon.

- Chief Dixon, this is Dud —
- How the heck are you? [laughs]

- Yeah, I'm fine, thank —
- You out in LA?

[Dud] Yes, yes.

Put him on the box
so we can all hear him, okay?

- Uh, what'd you say his name was?
- Chief Dale Dixon.

Chief Dixon, I'm gonna put you on the
speakerphone so we can all hear you.

[Dale] All right.

[Dud] We have Chief Jenkins here.

Chief Jenkins?
Los Angeles Chief of Police Jenkins?

No shit. Wow, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Good to meet you, Chief Dixon.

Now, what we want to talk about is —

I guess they keep you pretty busy
out there, don't they, Chief?

- Sure.
- I bet they do.

Now, you got six people dead out there
all at the same time.

Well, we don't get much of that
down here in Star City.

I mean, sometimes we get a stabbing.
Colored boys, generally.

Just like out there.

Every other Saturday night,
one of 'em sticks another one

over a card game or some shit.

Chief Dixon,
I think we should discuss the —

Craps sometimes.

Now, you were wanting to know
about this boy's uncle.

Well, sir, I think we hit the jackpot.

I just come back from the uncle's place,

and let me tell ya,
it's the damnedest hideout I've ever seen.

It's out in the woods about
six and a half miles northeast of town.

Only way out there
is over this old rickety bridge.

You couldn't find a soul out there
if you didn't already know where to look.

And, well, you boys
being from the city and all…

- Daddy!
- … you'd be lost in ten minutes.

But I'll be with you,
so you don't have to worry about that.

Damn, Bonnie.

- Excuse me?
- Oh, nothing.

Dale, they're out of onion rings,
so I had to get you tasty taters.

- Is that all right?
- It's LA, Cheryl Ann.

Chief Jenkins and them.

Yes, sir.

Do you think this would be
a promising avenue of investigation?

Oh, it's a promising avenue, all right.

In fact, me and my deputies can start
setting up a surveillance right now.

Uh, Chief Dixon, why don't we
hold off on that for a while

until we, uh, get a game plan.

Well, if you say so.

Yeah, that'd be best. I want to —

It's my job, Chief. It's my job.
We're gonna get these sons of bitches.

I'll be waiting on ya.

[laughs]

[DJ on radio] 73 degrees downtown.

We'll have clear skies tomorrow stretching
all the way across the southwest.

So for you night owls out there,
sit back, relax and enjoy.

[Dale] Hey, what are you two doin' here?

When did you guys get back?

- Oh, Wednesday night.
- Wednesday night?

That's no honeymoon.
You should have stayed longer.

Well, Earl had to get back to work
and I'm starting a new job next week.

Is that right? What you gonna be doing?

- Keeping books down at the rice mill.
- [chattering]

Muriel finally retired
and I went down to talk to old man Halsey…

- Okay, hold on to this.
- … and he hired me on the spot.

- You guys, take it easy.
- Take it easy.

Dale?

Well, that's good.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you, Dale.

- Well, we better be going.
- Okey doke.

[chattering on TV]

You want some of this, baby?

[snorting]

Why don't you put some clothes on?

[snorting continues]

I told you to put some clothes on.

Ray, you know those people are dead.

Those people are dead.

No shit.

And you were there.

Don't forget that.

I told you to put
some goddamn clothes on, didn't I?

[TV continues, indistinct]

You know, we got enough of this shit
to last us till 1995.

Yeah, we got enough to last us
till we get to Houston.

[snorting]

We're not selling all this shit.

We're selling it to Billy in Houston.

I'm going back to Chicago, man.
I don't give a fuck what you do.

It don't make no sense
riding up and down the road.

[Ray] What the hell you think's gon'
happen? We're gon' get in trouble?

Besides, I was planning on selling some to
them country sons of bitches in Arkansas.

[Pluto] Man, I don't like
this Arkansas shit.

[Ray] We're gon' be in and out.
Don't worry about it.

We're not building a goddamn house.

It's not a problem, Pluto.
What you worried about?

What the fuck do you think?

I don't get you, baby.

Why don't you loosen up and have some fun?

Why don't you get high with Ray and me?

Don't you want to feel good?

Yeah, man. This is the biggest thing
that ever happened to us.

And you're just sitting over there
like some little ol' brown turd.

[Ray grunts] Goddamn it!

You watch yourself, Ray.

Listen up, motherfucker.

Listen up!

This is what's gonna happen.

We're going to Houston
and we're gonna sell the shit,

'cause this little $15,000
is not gonna last.

Until then, I'm gonna hold on to the blow.

And, Ray, I don't want to hear
any more bullshit outta you or her.

You son of a bitch!

You fuckin' son of a bitch!

Why don't you just fuckin' go to sleep,
motherfucker?

You know what you forgot?
You forgot one fuckin' thing.

You forgot about the — the goddamn money.

See, I got all the goddamn money,
motherfucker.

You keep that little 15,000, Ray.

- Mother…
- No, he's right, baby.

We should sell the stuff in Houston.

Think of all that money, huh?

We'll be okay, baby.

Pluto, he knows people in Chicago.

And we can live off that money
for a long time. Hmm?

Come on, baby. It's gonna be okay.

We can buy all the blow we want to
when we get there.

We'll be safe.

Pluto will take care of us.

We'll be safe, baby.

[Dud] This is really beautiful, man.

[John] Sure is green as hell.

You know, I'm a country boy, John.

That's a bunch of crap.
You were born in LA.

Mm-mmm. Malibu.

[John chuckles]

[siren blares]

[John] What the fuck?

[siren blares]

Howdy. Dale Dixon.

Welcome to Star City, boys.

We got a full day ahead of us,

so if you'll just follow me
over to the motel,

we'll get you unpacked
and then get you something to eat.

You know, as soon
as I saw you guys drive by,

I knew you must be the boys
from California.

- [truck horn honking]
- Cops look the same everywhere, I guess.

Well, follow me.

Oh, shit.

[waitress] That's three scrambled
and a cold Bud, whole wheat, sausages.

You boys are in for a treat now.

Say, Fern, can you bring us
an extra biscuit or two?

- Uh, sure thing, Hurricane.
- Oh, and some more coffee too, please.

Did she just call you Hurricane?

Yes. Some folks call me that.
Never have figured out why.

I figure we can wait up in the woods.

When the bad folks show up,

we'll put the stopper
in the bottle like that.

Those folks will be sorry
they ever heard of Star City, Arkansas.

[John] This is good.

This is really good.
My mother used to make food like this.

Oh, thank you, Fern. How's Walter?

Well, he had his gallbladder
taken out yesterday —

Well, good for him.

I'll be giving you boys 100% cooperation.

Me and my two deputies, well…

we'll take turns trading off
watching the place around the clock.

So you boys can just take it easy,

relax, drink beer, chase chicks,
whatever you want to do.

- We'll help.
- Hmm?

- We'll help you.
- Well, suit yourself.

Oh, another thing. Old man Malcolm?

I guarantee he don't know jack shit
about all this stuff with his nephew.

You talked to him?

Mm-mmm, not yet. I just know it.

Hell, there aren't even
any telephone lines up to that old place.

He's like a hermit.
Hardly ever steps foot off his property.

I need to go out and talk to him
and let him know.

- That may be the case, but, uh —
- [Dale] Hey, Charlie! Get on in here.

Charlie's my deputy.
Retired police officer.

Morning, guys.

Charlie, this is Dud Cole.

- How are you, Dud?
- Pleasure, Charlie.

And this is Dan. Dan MacIntosh.

- Nice to meet you, Dan.
- Uh, John.

John McFeely.

Oh. Yeah, right, McFeely. [chuckles]

All them "Mac" names sound alike to me.

- Charlie, you had your breakfast yet?
- Yeah, Jocelyn fixed me a nice breakfast —

Charlie's a goddamn Yankee from Detroit.
But he's a good old boy.

Listen, Dale, if we talk to this guy
and he's actually involved in this shit —

I already told you he don't know nothing —

Hurricane… I mean, Dale,

these are dangerous people
we're dealing with.

Well, I understand that.

Well, you boys about ready?

Just a second.

Here you go, Fern. Keep the change.

Well, now, there ain't
no change here, Hurricane.

It's a $12 check,
and you just give me a ten!

[Dale] I'll catch you later.

Is he gone?

Hey, I haven't had a full meal
since I met the son of a bitch. He's gone.

2-10, go ahead, Jimmy.

Better go over to Harlan Childress's.
Lureen called and said he's raising hell.

Jimmy, I'm on a case here.

Unless he's trying to kill her,
I don't have time.

She said he's trying to kill her.

Well, you know how it is.
I'm just letting you know.

Okay, 10-4.

Hop in, boys. We gotta make a little stop
before we head out to the Malcolm place.

[engine starts]

Lureen, open this door! Goddamn it!

Lureen!

Harlan! Goddamn it.

- Open the door, Lureen!
- Harlan!

- Now settle down, Harlan!
- Lureen!

Settle down.

- Get off of me!
- Settle down there now.

Harlan, goddamn it!

Let go of me!

[glass shatters]

Calm down now!

You calm down now.

- Calm down now.
- Let go of me!

You want to take a ride with me, huh?

You want to take a ride with me? Huh?

You settle down right now.

He laid out all night drinking, Hurricane.

- [Dale] Okay.
- What are those men doing here?

They're not here
to take him away, are they?

- It's okay, Lureen.
- Goddamn it! She locked me out.

She won't let me in for nothin'!

[Dale] I understand that.
I understand that now.

Now look, you laid out all night drinking

and you knew she was gonna do this,
didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Huh?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Yeah.

If you say you're sorry,
I bet she'll let you in.

[Lureen] He knows I will.

We'll go to church on Sunday
and he'll feel a whole lot better.

[Dale] All right, all right, Lureen.

- Get yourself up —
- You're not gonna let them take him away.

It's all right. It's okay.
They're with me. They're from Los Angeles.

Okay, now you get up.
Pull yourself together. Okay?

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, get up. Go on, get up.

Okay, now come here. Yeah.

- I want you to do me a favor.
- Yeah.

I want you to put this ax
back in the shed.

- Okay. Okay, Hurricane.
- All right? All right?

- I don't wanna have to come back out here.
- Okay.

- Are you gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

All right.

You put that ax back in the shed.

And fix this window.

You tell Cheryl Ann and the baby
I said "Hi."

- Okay.
- [Lureen] Tell 'em "Hi."

[Dale] All right.

- Sorry about the window.
- [Lureen] That's all right.

It's okay, boys.

Hell, I'm out here twice a week.

- Whoo! [chuckles]
- [engine starts]

Oh, man.

[radio] ♪ I just want to show you 'round ♪

[song continues playing]

Ray.

[Ray] Motherfucker!

[tires screeching]

[Ray] Goddamn it!

They know me now.
Are you aware of that, bitch?

They know my fuckin' face, my name,
probably how long my fuckin' dick is!

That goddamn kid!

Why didn't you tell me
about that fuckin' kid?

I swear to God, Ray, I didn't see any kid!

I didn't see any kid.
He must have been hiding real good.

- Oh, quit lying to me!
- Oh!

Don't hit me no more.

Pluto, don't let him hit me no more.

Get rid of her, Ray.

[gasps] We're gonna be okay, baby.

- Oh, shut the fuck up.
- We'll get rid of the car.

- They're not gonna find us.
- They're not gonna find you maybe!

- They're not gonna find us!
- Yeah, right.

- It's gonna be okay —
- Get your goddamn hand off of me!

We're gonna be okay, baby.
We're gonna be okay.

[Fantasia sobbing]

[John] Isn't there another way
around here, Dale?

[Dale] Watch your step.
There's some rotten timbers up ahead here.

[John] Yeah, rotten timbers.

[Dale] I crashed my motorcycle
on this bridge when I was 14.

- [Dud] Is that right?
- [Dale] Yeah.

They had to call the volunteer
fire department to get it out.

Yeah, you can still see
some of the burn marks.

- See right around in here?
- [John muttering]

Perfect hideout.

- You think the old man's there?
- Oh, yeah.

- [John] Wonder who else is there.
- Good. He's by himself.

[Dud] Dale, wait a minute. Hey, Dale.

It's okay, boys. Come on.

[Dud] Dale.

[flies buzzing]

[Dale] How you doing?

- You doing all right?
- [Jeremiah] Huh?

- I said, are you doing all right?
- I'm doing all right today.

That's good. You remember me?
I'm Chief Dixon.

I'm fixing to do what?

I said, I'm Chief Dixon.

Oh, I'm fixing to feed these chickens
'fore it gets too damn hot.

- Have you heard from your nephew lately?
- Huh?

Ray Malcolm.
Have you heard from Ray Malcolm?

Ray Malcolm. That's my brother's boy.
I reckon I heard of my own kin.

- Has he talked to you lately?
- Huh?

When was the last time you talked to him?

- Talked to who?
- Ray Malcolm.

Ray Malcolm, that's my brother's boy.

I gotta finish feeding these chickens.

It gets hot as hell around here
at noontime.

[Dale mutters] Shit.

I hope you and them chickens
have a goddamn heatstroke.

Huh?

[pop song playing on radio]

[DJ] Hi. This is Bobby G on 93.
Who's on the line?

- [caller] Hi. My name is Michelle.
- [DJ] That was "Rock Me with Your Love."

- Did you like the song?
- Yes.

- Think it's gonna be a hit?
- Yes.

- Then should I let it play?
- I think you should let it play.

[DJ] Well, there we have it, another vote.
Let's let it play.

[song continues playing]

Can I help you, boys?

[caller] This is Linda.

[DJ] Did you know "Linda"
was a Spanish word?

- Yes.
- You did? Who told you that?

- [Pluto] How you doing, sir?
- [Linda] I don't know, I just did.

[salesperson]
Yeah, why don't we sit down and talk?

- [Linda] It means "pretty."
- [DJ] It sure does.

What do you think about that song?

[Dale] The suit wasn't brown
when I started. [laughs]

[John] It wasn't so bad.

[Dale] "I'm fixing to feed
these chickens." [laughs]

So anyway, I say,
"Have you heard from Ray Malcolm?"

Put that on Daddy's plate, sweetheart.

And he says,
"Well, Ray Malcolm, that's my —

That's my nephew,
that's my — my brother's boy.

I guess I heard of my own kin."

So I said — Here you go, honey.
So I said, "Well, have you spoken to him?"

He said, "Spoke to who?"
I said, "Ray Malcolm."

He said, "Ray Malcolm?
That's my brother's boy."

Can you imagine the conversation
when Ray shows up on his front porch?

- Y'all have some rolls?
- Yes, ma'am.

Is this great or what?

[Dud] This looks great, Cheryl Ann.

There you go. Oh.

I hope to hell
he does show his heinie up there.

'Cause I got news for ya.

That piece of white trash
and them two niggers are in for — Ow!

Gosh darn, Cheryl Ann,
you nearly broke my leg —

Bonnie, pass me them pickles, will ya?

[John] I never got any beans.
Can I get some now, please?

Did you think I was gonna cut you, honey?

I wouldn't hurt you for anything
in the world. You know that.

Here.

I'm glad you didn't kill that man
in the car lot.

What do you think we are?

No, fuck all that, Dale.
It don't mean nothing.

What I'm concerned about is that we were —
we left ourselves so goddamn exposed.

So just out there.

Oh, hell, anybody could tell
that old man wasn't —

- You can't assume anything.
- Assume?

You can't assume anything
about anybody on a case like this.

- That's the guy that's gonna fuck you.
- Damn right.

Shit.

I've been police chief here for…

hell, going on, uh, six years.

I never even had to draw my gun.

Good night, you.

- Can you kiss your favorite mommy?
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Get in. Get in the bed.

- Get in. You get in the bed.
- [Bonnie chuckles]

[Cheryl Ann] See you in the morning, okay?

- Good night, Mommy.
- Night.

Enjoying yourself?
Getting enough to eat and drink?

Well, just about.

That's your second bottle, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Dud, I want to apologize
about Dale's comment before.

I bet John feels terrible.

Dale didn't really mean anything by it.
He just grew up talking that way.

Well, I understand and I —
I'm sure John does too.

These people are pretty dangerous,
aren't they?

Yes, ma'am, they are.

You know, I've never seen Dale
this excited before.

I guess this is about the biggest thing
that's ever happened to him.

This case, I mean.

He really likes you and John. I can tell.

I think he looks at y'all like you're
some kind of heroes or something.

Well, we're — we're far from that.

You might want to tell him that then,
if you know what I mean.

I've got a little girl in there
who needs her daddy.

Dale doesn't know any better.
He watches TV.

I read nonfiction.

[Cheryl Ann sighs]

- Well, hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, John, what do you say we head back?
- Yep, we better.

Come on, guys. The night is young.

- No, we gotta hit it.
- No, no, no, no, buddy.

- Y'all want some cookies?
- We all do.

- [John] No, we wouldn't dare try.
- Oh, come on.

No. Very serious meal.

- They're in here.
- Okay.

Excuse me, men. I gotta go pee.

- Pee off the porch.
- Yeah. [chuckles] Shit.

You know, Dale…

this whole case is our problem.

I mean, what I'm saying is,
you can be as involved or uninvolved

in the actual apprehension
of these guys as you want.

Assuming they show up.

Well, if they do, I'll be there.

You got a nice spot here.

Nice house, nice family.

You're a lucky guy.

Well, sir, I guess I am
a lucky guy at that.

You know, I hardly ever lose a coin toss.

Go to the horse races in Hot Springs,
bet on a long shot,

damned if the son of a bitch
doesn't come in.

My mom used to always tell me
I was born under a lucky star.

- [cashier] What ya got there, Ramona?
- A couple rolls of film.

- Babe.
- [cashier] That gonna be all for ya?

There's an article in here about Julie
from Dark Memories.

That ain't Julie.
That's that damn twin sister.

- [cashier] That'll be 9.77.
- With her evil self.

No, it's not.
Hey, ma'am, can you tell him who this is?

That's Julia on Dark Memories.

Mm-hmm. Told you.

Got any maps of Houston?

We don't need no damn map of Houston.

- [Pluto] Be cool, Ray, be cool.
- [officer] How are you, Tracy?

[Tracy] Good, Bill. How are you?

[Bill] It's real quiet out there.

We got the two most exciting jobs in town.

[microwave beeping]

[Fantasia]
Your other burrito's ready, baby.

- He's watching me. He knows who I am.
- [Tracy] Are you going to the rodeo?

- No, he doesn't.
- He does.

- [Bill] You bet. And you?
- [Tracy] I sure am. I'm in it.

- Let's go.
- Listen. Back up.

- Just back up.
- [Tracy] Barrel racing.

[Bill] Is that right?

[Fantasia] Ray. Ray, stop it. Stop it.

Shit.

[vehicle passes]

[Tracy chuckling]

- You'll never get me up on a horse.
- [Fantasia] Ray, stop.

- [Tracy] What are you talking about?
- Get your hand off me.

No, let's go. Come on.

- [Tracy] I could ride horses all my life.
- Let's go.

- [Tracy] There's nothing to be afraid of.
- Let's go, okay?

Don't fuck up, man.

[Tracy] Really?

[Bill] My cousin was in a cast
for two months because of that.

I figure, if I'm gonna break a leg,
I'll just do it in a car.

[Tracy] I'll be right back.

- Will that be all for ya?
- That's it.

I hope you don't mind
that we opened things up and…

- [Tracy] Long as you pay for it.
- Yeah.

[register beeping, clicking]

Not planning on drinking that beer
and driving, are ya?

[Fantasia] No. No, we wouldn't do that.
This is for later.

Just kidding.

- 7.95, please.
- Thank you.

- Y'all have a nice night.
- Y'all too.

[door opens, closes]

She's too young for you, Bill.

- I like 'em young.
- [chuckles]

Shit. That trooper's behind us, man.

Don't look back. Just be cool.

- What do we do if he pulls us over?
- [Ray] He ain't gonna pull us over.

Slow down, Ray. Don't panic.

He recognized me back there, man.
I know he did.

If he recognized you,
he would have arrested you in the store.

He's just looking us over.

A white boy and a nigger girl in Texas.
That's all it is.

Right now, he's probably
running our plates.

[dispatcher on radio] 542?

542, go ahead.

On your out-of-state plate, New Mexico
license number Nora-Edward-245,

apparently the vehicle
is recently purchased.

There are no warrants and there's
no current registration available.

10-4.

Could you check the teletype board
for the last couple of days?

I seem to recall a teletype
from California

of a male and female Black
and a male white

wanted for a couple of murders.

Speed up, Ray. You'll make him suspicious.

Man, speed up, slow down.
Make up your fucking mind.

Have you found that teletype yet?

Still looking, 542.

10-4.

542.

I'm gonna go ahead and pull 'em on over.

- [siren blares]
- [Ray] Fuck!

What are we gonna do?

- I'm gonna blow his goddamn head off.
- [Pluto] We're gonna pull over.

We're gonna be cool.

We're gonna play it by ear.

We're not gonna kill him
unless we have to.

[siren blares]

We're not gonna be stupid.

Can I see your license and registration?

[Fantasia] Hi. It's you again.

You've got a California license
and New Mexico plates and registration.

Well, we had California plates,
but our car broke down in New Mexico,

so we had to get a new car.

Told you it wouldn't make it, Ray.

But he wouldn't listen to me.

This one will make it though.

- Make it where?
- Philadelphia.

My mother lives there. She's sick.

Ray's my boyfriend, so he got stuck
with the job of taking me there.

Richard's — Richard's our friend.
He's just along for the ride.

Uh, we weren't speeding
or anything, were we?

No, ma'am.

Well, what the fuck
did you stop us for then?

I want you to get out of the car,
one at a time.

You first, ma'am.

Get your hands up!

Hey, calm down. You said get out.
"You first, man," right?

You step around to the rear of the car
and keep your hands where I can see 'em.

You said, "Get out of the car."
That's all I'm doing.

What's wrong with you?
You told us to get out.

- Ray, do what the man says.
- Stay where you are, ma'am.

Now, you put your hands on the car.

Spread 'em out.

Now spread your legs.

Okay, same thing. Hands on the car.

Spread your legs.

Okay, ma'am, I need you back here, too.

[Ray] Why don't you just tell us
what we did, all right?

[Bill] Keep your hands on the car!

All right.

Okay, now, ma'am…

[gunshot]

Damn! Goddamn right!

Yes, baby, yes! You motherfucker!

[Pluto] Let's go! Get her in the car!

Come on! Now!

- [Ray] You motherfucker!
- [engine starts]

[tires squealing]

[dispatcher]
542, 542, come in, please. 542?

Hey, Pluto, man, we're going
the wrong goddamn way, man.

We're going back toward town.
Turn the goddamn car around.

- Ray, did I kill that man back there?
- Yes, baby, but you did a good job.

- Don't worry about it.
- I think I killed a man.

- Pluto, what are you doing, man?
- Shut up, Ray.

- We're going the wrong way.
- Shit, I killed a man.

- Turn the fuckin' car around.
- The car's been ID'd, right?

- So we gotta get rid of it, leave it —
- I can't believe…

Yes, you killed him, goddamn it.
You killed him.

- Turn the plates down.
- Would you fuckin' turn the car around?

- It'll be stolen before the cops know.
- We're going the wrong fuckin' way!

Then we'll go to a used car lot
and get another car.

We're gonna pass the motherfuckers.
Don't you understand that?

- Shut up, Ray.
- We're gonna pass the cops.

- Ray!
- They're gonna see us.

We got no fuckin' choice.

We head out of town,
they're gonna catch us.

So just shut the fuck up.

- Morning.
- [both] Morning.

- How are you boys?
- [Dud] Oh, I got a hangover, but…

- [John] What do we got?
- Nothing. Quiet as a Sunday morning.

[Dud] What time did you get here?

Oh, hell, I came in and relieved Charlie
around 4:00.

Y'all want some coffee?

- Uh, no, thanks.
- No, no, thank you.

Hey, Dud.

Listen, I was thinking about
what you was talking about last night.

Well, I can understand now
why you're pissed off.

- No, I wasn't pissed off, exactly.
- No, no, no, it's okay. You were right.

I mean, hell, if that old man
hadn't been as deaf as a post,

I could have blown the whole case.

- I don't know. There's two sides to that.
- No, I made a mistake.

Look, you know more
about this sort of thing than I do.

I don't want you thinking that we're
incompetent down here in Star City.

Let me tell you, Dale.

You've got the energy
and dedication of ten cops.

- No shit?
- [chuckles] No shit.

Say, Dud.

Let me ask you about something else
I was thinking about.

And if I'm full of shit,
you just tell me, all right?

All right.

Well, sir, I've been thinking
about moving out to LA and joining up.

- Joining up with what?
- The police department.

Been on the force down here
ever since I was grown.

Hell, after ten years of busting
Peeping Toms and stop sign runners,

I'd like to take a crack at the big time.

Now, I realize that getting on the force
out there is no walk in the park,

but, well, I figured after we wrap up
this big case here,

and with your recommendation…

Well, who knows? You know?

I think you and me and MacIntosh
could make a hell of a team.

That's, uh… That's an interesting idea.

- Well?
- How you doing, Hurricane?

Hey, Larry.

Hey, Dud, this is Larry Gibson.
He's our local Smokey.

Larry, this is Dud Cole. He's from LA.

- How are you?
- Hi. Good, Larry.

Last night, some folks killed
a Texas state trooper in Odessa.

Says here they got reason to believe
they're headed for Houston.

Seems to me,

they just may fit the description
of the folks you boys are after.

Son of a bitch.

Think we may even have
a photograph of 'em.

They were in a convenience store earlier.

- Surveillance camera?
- Yeah, I think so.

- Texas.
- Yeah.

Looks like they're headed our way, boys.

- Hey, uh, you got another cup?
- Well, sure.

- You don't mind drinking after me?
- No, not at all.

Goddamn. Texas. Whoo!

You think it was our people
who whacked that state trooper?

We'll know as soon as we get the photo.

Hurricane, he's waiting on the bad guys
the way a kid waits for Christmas.

Yeah, well, Hurricane's a force of nature.

I like old Hurricane.

He's a nice fella.

- You know what he told me this morning?
- What?

He said he was thinking of coming to LA
and joining the force.

- [John] You're kidding.
- Honest to God.

He said that he thought that me and him
and MacIntosh would make a hell of a team.

- Oh, shit.
- [Dud laughing]

He said he wanted to take a crack
at the big time.

Well, Jesus, what did you say?

I told him it was an interesting idea.

That's the funniest thing I ever heard.

Can you imagine that motherfucker
roaming around Parker Center?

[John laughing]

- [Dud] He'd put a stopper in the bottle.
- [both laughing loudly]

[John] That yokel
wouldn't last ten minutes.

"Put a stopper in the bottle."

[John laughing]

[Fern] Hurricane,
what are you doing back there?

You know no one's supposed
to be back there.

- Just getting a candy bar, Fern.
- You gon' pay for it this time?

Hi, boys. Saw your car parked out front.

Uh, Charlie come relieved me
about a half hour ago.

Dud, I didn't mean to put you
on the spot this morning.

Listen, Dale, we didn't mean —

- [radio squawks]
- Oh, that's me.

Yeah, this is 2-10, go ahead.

[Larry] Uh, Hurricane, I just got back
from Little Rock with that picture.

10-4.

That's us.

- You leave it?
- Yeah.

[country music playing on radio]

- Jimmy, you got it?
- Yeah.

♪ I think I'm tryin' ♪

[scoffs]

♪ But I can't stop thinkin' of you ♪

♪ Wherever I go, whatever I do… ♪

[Dud] That's Ray.

[John] And so that's gotta be
our mystery girl, Fantasia.

[song continues playing, faint]

Her name's not Fantasia.

It's Lila Walker.

Hey, Pluto.

What's happening, man?

How you doing, Beaver?

- Uh…
- They're cool.

Well, c-come on in.

- Come on in, man.
- Go ahead.

[door closes]

This is Fantasia. That's Ray.

Well, that's Joey,

and the whining one there
on the couch is Kim.

She had a couple teeth yanked out.

Fuck you, Beaver.

Why don't you grab yourself a chair?

[snorting]

[sniffing]

- You want to sit down?
- No, that's all right. I'm fine.

So where's this multitude of coke?

- Well, where's Billy?
- He ain't here.

[chuckles]

I can see that. But where is he?

Well, he's, uh, still in New Orleans.

[Pluto] New Orleans?

- Well, when's he gonna be here?
- Tomorrow night.

He didn't tell me that
when I spoke to him.

Well, he — he got hung up.

He didn't know he was gonna get hung up
when he talked to you on the phone.

[sighs]

Well, we'll wait for him.

We can't do that. We can't wait.
We gotta go.

No, we'll wait till tomorrow.

We'll stay here.

Pluto, I-I don't think
that's such a good idea.

'Cau — You know, we don't have
much room and, uh…

[knuckles cracking]

Yeah. Yeah, what the fuck, man.

You know, you can, uh —
You can have my room.

I-I-I've slept on the couch before.

Fuck you, Beaver. I'm not moving.

Would you give me the phone?

I swear to God, sometimes I don't think
you got a fuckin' brain in your head.

Ray, I'm going to Star City.

The only reason
why I got involved in this shit,

because you promised me
we'd get some money

that I could go home and see my people.

That's before all this shit happened,
wasn't it?

It's about time we got where we're goin'.

I don't see what the problem is.

All y'all got to do is come through
and pick me up. It's on the way.

[Ray] You know goddamn well
that Pluto's not gonna do that, don't ya?

You heard what the man said.

I think it's a good idea.

If she goes ahead of us,
it will be safer to travel.

We won't fit the description so easily.

No problem.

[quietly] Give me the phone.

Ain't that some shit.

[sighs]

You gonna be able to make it
a whole day without me, baby?

I don't know.

[Dale] Looks to me like just her brother
and her mama's there.

- [Dud] What kind of people are they?
- [Dale] Good people.

Christian people.

I can't believe she got mixed up
in shit like this.

Hurricane, I'm still unclear
how you know this Lila Walker.

Well, sir, I arrested her
for shoplifting once.

She was just a kid in high school.

All she took was some lipstick
and that shit they put on their eyes.

Wasn't worth ten bucks.

I could tell right off she wasn't bad,
just sort of high-spirited.

So I decided to try to help her out.

You know, talk to her.

Then one day, she just up and disappeared.

Somebody said she'd decided to take off
for Hollywood and become a movie star.

Anyway, that was about,
oh, five years ago.

That's the last I heard of her till now.

She's come a long way
from ripping off lipstick.

[Dale] I don't believe she killed anybody.

I mean, that kid in the closet.

She opens the door, sees him,
then closes the damn door.

I mean, that proves she's not a killer.

Pardon me, Hurricane,
but that don't prove shit.

[Dud] So?

[John] So, do we talk to the mother?

- [Dud] What if she tips off Lila?
- She wouldn't do that.

She wouldn't do that. Not Lila.

- Have you heard from Lila?
- No, I haven't.

Not since last summer.

Sometime around June, July.

Mr. Dixon, you know Lila.

You know she wouldn't do
what they're saying she did.

They must have kidnapped her.
Brainwashed her.

Mrs. Walker, some of the best policemen
in this country

are after Lila and those other two fellas.

And they're gonna catch 'em too.

It'll go a whole lot better for Lila
if she turns herself in.

Chief Dixon is right, ma'am.

I can't make any promises,
but if your daughter cooperates with us,

that'll be taken into account later.

I haven't heard from her,
but if I do, I'll tell her what you said.

Ronnie, you heard from your sister?

No, sir.

Would you tell us if you had?

Yes, sir.

Grandma, I'm hungry.

[Mrs. Walker]
Byron, don't bother us now, honey.

[John] Who's that?

That's Lila's boy.

Didn't you know Lila had a boy?

And he's a pretty boy, too.

Thanks for your time.
That's all we need for now.

I don't think they're going
to Jeremiah's at all.

No, me either.

Fantasia's coming home to see her kid.

Hey, Hurricane, just how well
do you know this gal, anyway?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Ha-ha. That's real fuckin' funny.

[thunder rumbling]

Fuck!

Goddamn her.

Ronnie.

Lila.

Why, look at you. You done gone Hollywood.

Oh, look at you. You're all grown up.
I can't believe you.

Stand back.
Let me have a look at you, girl.

- Yeah, you still ugly.
- [chuckles]

- I'm just playing. You look fine.
- Yeah.

You know what? I'm feeling fine.

I'm gonna go see my baby. I'm going home.

You can't go home, Lila.
The cops are after you.

- What'd they say?
- Get in the car.

You know, I didn't do
the things they say I did.

Yeah, I know that, Lila.

Being on the run makes you look guilty.

I already look guilty.

And looking guilty is being guilty
for Black people.

You know that.

I won't get a fair trial
and I'm not going to no prison.

Lila, Chief Dixon said the cops
that are after you —

- Dale Dixon?
- Yeah.

He was the one that was by the house.

Used to know him, didn't you?

Yeah, I used to know him.

Ronnie, I didn't come all this way
not to see my baby.

Now, they're gonna be
watching our house, so —

so you gotta take me some place
outside of town.

Oh, Lila.

And then tonight you're gonna have to
bring my baby out to see me.

And then tomorrow, I'll be gone.

Ronnie, please?

I'm your sister. I need your help.

Okay, Lila.

Okay.

[engine starts]

[Ronnie] A friend of mine's grandmama
died a couple of months ago.

She had a house off the highway
past the bait shop.

There's no one living there now.

Gonna be out there all night, honey,
so don't wait up for me.

Dale, wait.
Are Dud and John gonna be with ya?

No, they're not gonna be with me.

We don't need 19 goddamn people
in a car to watch a house.

I don't mean you're incapable
of watching a house.

Hey, just 'cause I'm not from LA
don't mean I can't watch a goddamn house.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

I love you, okay?
You know that, don't you?

I know that.

And I love that little girl in that room
more than anything in this world.

Well, I know that, too.

Come on.

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

[engine starts]

[Billy] Hey, I would give you every dime
we talked about if I had the money.

The problem is, I just don't have it.

Your partner here is starting
to make me nervous.

Why don't you sit
your narrow ass down, ponytail?

Look, I know you guys are on the run

and you need everything you can get.

It's better than nothing, right?

Look, let's lighten up.

Look, this town is hot
and so are you, brother.

You're fucked up, man.
You're on every goddamn channel.

You got no one else out there
you can trust but me.

And I'm gonna let you walk with one.

What I'm telling you
is take it or leave it —

[groaning]

[Pluto] You fucked up.

Eight fuckin' dollars.

[hammer clicks]

Hey, wait a minute.
He's gotta have more money than that.

Let's go.

Pull over at the edge of town, man.
We're splitting up.

What are you talking about?

Look, just pull over, man.
Everything's fucked up.

I'll give you your half of the coke.

You give me my half of the money,
and then I'm gone.

That's bullshit, man. I ain't doing that.

Ray, don't fuck with me.
Just give me my money.

I said, I can't do that, man.
I don't have any money.

- Say what?
- I said, I don't have any money.

- Where's my fuckin' money, Ray?
- I said, I ain't got any money, man!

She took the fuckin' money, all right?

I got 56 fuckin' dollars. She took it.

Now let go of me 'fore I have a wreck.

You're a pussy-whupped motherfucker, man.

Don't throw that shit on me, man.

That's your fuckin' buddies back there
didn't have any goddamn money.

That good friend of yours, Billy, man.

What the fuck I'm doing with you, man?

You're a pussy-whupped,
sorry-ass motherfucker!

Well, if you want any money,
you gon' have to go to Arkansas.

- [Ronnie] Come on, Lila, we gotta go.
- I know.

Just give me a few minutes with him, okay?

Come on, Lila.
It's almost 4:00 in the morning.

[sighs] I know, I know.

Okay, well, it's time for you to go home,

go to bed and get up
and see your grandma, okay?

- [Byron] Okay.
- I love you, honey. [kisses]

- Are you gonna be a good boy?
- Yeah.

Give me a kiss goodbye. [kisses]

- Come on, Lila.
- [Byron] Bye.

- All right.
- Take care of my baby, okay?

- [Ronnie] You gonna be all right?
- Yeah.

- Ronnie, put the money in the bank, okay?
- [engine starts]

Ronnie, put the money in the bank, okay?

[water running]

Lila.

Dale.

- How you doing, baby?
- Stop right there.

Turn around. Turn around.

Put your hands on the counter
where I can see 'em and spread your legs.

Simon says…

can I turn around now?

Why don't you just stay like that?

Where are your two pals?

Ray and Pluto?

They'll be here soon.

How soon is that?

I don't know.

They have to call first.

How do I know
you're not lying to me right now?

How do I know they're not gonna
show up here any minute?

I'm not lying to you, Dale.

What are you gonna do with me?

Go on. Get in the other room.

Go on.

Go on to the living room.

- What are you doing?
- Sit down.

No. What are you doing?

There's some fellas from LA
that want to meet you, Lila.

- Dale, put the phone down, please.
- Now, why should I do that?

'Cause Ray and Pluto are gonna be calling
out here to see if everything is cool.

And I'm not gonna answer the phone
if you call those cops out here.

Oh, yes, you are.

I won't.

Goddamn it!

Lila, even if I wanted to,
I can't help you.

I don't have the legal authority.

You didn't have the legal authority
to fuck me when I was 17 years old.

But that didn't stop you then, did it?

- [Dale sighs]
- Yeah, that's right.

And instead of sitting out there
spying on me all night,

why didn't you just come in here
and say hello to your son?

He's not my kid.

Not your kid?

- He's nearly as white as you are.
- That don't prove nothing.

You're calling me a whore?

Dale…

I was a virgin when we met
and you know it.

[whip-poor-will chirping]

Hear the whip-poor-will?

Remember what you told me about
when you hear a whip-poor-will?

It means somebody's gonna die.

How come we gotta sit here
in the dark like this?

'Cause I don't want to be a sitting duck
if they show up out there.

I told you they won't be here
until they call.

Where you going?

To get my cigarettes. They're in my purse.

- So get one of mine.
- I smoke menthol, baby. You know that.

[Dale] I'll get 'em.

Forgot that thing was even in there, baby.

Ray gave me that for protection.

- I don't even know how it works.
- You pull the damn trigger.

Dale, what are you looking at me
like this for?

What, you think I was gonna
shoot you or something? That's crazy.

Now can I have my cigarettes, please?

You have a light, baby?

[whip-poor-will chirps]

So, does that wife of yours
treat you right?

Yeah, Lila, she does.

That's good.

What's her name again? Thelma Lou?

Cheryl Ann.

Oh, that's right.

And you and Cheryl Ann have a little girl.

What's her name?

Bonnie.

How old is she?

Eight.

You don't like talking with me
about your family, do you?

No, Lila, I don't guess I do.

I don't blame you.

- I got something for you.
- Where are you going?

Don't shoot me, officer.

What the hell are you doing now?

- Can I turn on the light?
- No.

I put it in here so it wouldn't get stale.

Can we leave this open
so we can have some light?

This is our baby's birthday cake.

- Here you go.
- I don't want any.

Suit yourself.

It's good.

You should try some.

Today's his birthday?

No. It's in September.

I missed it.

I left him with Mama
before he was two years old.

So that means I've missed
four of his birthdays,

so we celebrated all four of 'em
last night.

Does your mama know about…

Know what?

No, I never told her.

I never meant you any trouble, Dale.

I still don't.

I bet Bonnie'd be surprised
if she knew she had a half brother

over in nigger town, though.

You know, you really should have
some of our baby's cake.

Quit calling him that.

Why? That's what he is.

- Here.
- Goddamn it, I told you I don't want any.

- This what you want?
- What are you doing?

- This is what you want, isn't it?
- Come on, cut it out.

[murmuring] I know what you want, baby.

Cut it out. Cut it out, goddamn it!

Why'd you ever fuck with me?

Me and my brother's daddy was white.
Did you know that?

Of course, we never knew him.

He had another family.

But that's why I kinda look white.

Because my daddy was white.

I guess you figured
since I kinda look white,

you could fuck me, what the hell.

And because I was kind of Black
that you could dump me, what the hell.

[scoffs, whispers] What the hell.

2-11 to 2-10.

2-11 to 2-10.

2-11 to 2-10.

Dale, where you at?

[harmonica playing]

Hey, June. Juney!

How you doing?

You got something for me? [chuckles]

How you doing, Mr. Charlie?

[harmonica playing]

[pop music playing on radio]

[engine off]

- [coin drops]
- [bell dings]

Hello, is this Ronnie?

Ronnie, this is Ray.
Listen, is Fantasia there?

Yeah, Lila.

Where is she?

Well, have you got a number
out there for her?

Yeah, listen, give it to me, all right?

Yeah.

Ronnie!

Ronnie, come here.

- Ma'am?
- Come here.

Hey, I gotta go, Ray.

Ronnie, now, if you know something about
Lila being here, you tell these gentlemen.

Your sister's in trouble,
but I don't want you being in trouble.

No, ma'am.
I don't know nothing about that.

Ronnie, June Hawkins down the street

just told me he was out most of the night
digging frogs south of town.

But when he was driving back,

he saw you driving along in front of him
and that Byron here was with you.

Now, where'd you and Byron been
at four o'clock in the morning?

Been here all night.

June's mixed up.
He's getting old. He don't see very well.

Lying son of a bitch! I'll make him talk.

- He's not gonna talk. It's his sister.
- Let me have him!

Can I speak to the boy?

- How are you this morning, Byron?
- Just fine.

- Pretty sleepy?
- Yeah, I guess so.

Did you go stay someplace
with your Uncle Ronnie last night?

- No.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- You didn't see a lady? A pretty lady?

No.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Did Uncle Ronnie tell you to say that?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- So this has just been pretend?
- Yeah.

Well, what do you say we stop
playing "pretend" and play "really"?

Okay.

And I think you really ought to
spend a night or two in jail,

so you don't tell your sister.

Dale…

you gotta let me go.

I can't do that, Lila.

You can't let 'em put me in jail.

What's gonna happen to our baby
with me in jail?

Your mom will keep taking care of him.

I'll start giving her money for him.

Why don't you just give him the money?

Why… Why don't you just say,
"Byron, I'm your daddy"? Huh?

I don't see how that would…

Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be
a good idea, would it?

I guess it — it would be better
just to go on, put me in jail

and forget about your five-year-old son.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, baby.

Yeah, everything's cool.

Yeah, everything's real cool.

Mmm, uh, where you calling from?

Okay, what's the name of the gas station?

Mm-hmm.

Ray, you already missed the turnoff.

It's about half a mile
back up the highway.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, there's — You turn right
at this place called Cothern's Bait Shop.

Yeah, there's a little road there.

Yeah, you're not far, baby.
Just about ten minutes away.

Hurry.

Yeah, I miss you.

[engine starts]

[Dud] Is that the road, Byron?

- I don't think so.
- You don't think so?

Lila, when they get here,
I want you to get 'em inside the house

and away from the car.

Open the door, wave at 'em, talk to 'em.
Just let 'em see everything's okay.

Then go back in the kitchen and stay there
till I tell you to come out.

That way in case they get trigger-happy,
you'll be out of the line of fire.

And then you'll let me go?

I'll let you go.

[harmonica playing]

Byron, is that the road you went down?

Look, don't go in there fuckin' around.
In and out. You got me?

Well, what do you think I'm gonna do?
Don't worry about it, all right?

You sure this is it?

Yeah.

[water running]

[car approaching]

- You got it straight?
- Mm-hmm.

- You got it straight?
- Yeah.

Hi, baby.

Come on, Fantasia, let's go.

It'll be a few minutes, Ray.
I gotta pack my stuff up.

What the hell you gon' pack?
All you had was that goddamn purse.

It won't be long. Y'all come on in.

Shit!

- I'm gon' be right back.
- No, that's bullshit.

I'm sticking on your ass.

Man, she better not bought
any fuckin' clothes.

[sniffs]

How much she got to pack?

- Come on. Come on.
- Be careful, honey. I love you.

[Ray] Better not have spent
any of my damn money.

Fantasia.

Fantasia! Where'd she go?

- Police officer! Freeze!
- What the fuck —

Get your hands up, goddamn it!
I'll blow your fuckin' head off!

- What the fuck is this?
- Shut up! Get on the floor!

- Who the hell are you?
- Get on the goddamn floor!

- Now!
- Who the fuck are you?

- Be cool.
- Goddamn it. You fuckin' bitch!

Shut up!

What the fuck did you do this for, huh?

- I'm sorry, baby.
- Lila, stay back!

- [Dale grunts]
- [Fantasia] Oh, no!

- [gunshot]
- [Fantasia] Oh, no!

[gasping]

[Fantasia shrieking]

No!

[gunshots]

[yells]

- [gunshot]
- [grunting]

- [gunshot]
- [gasps]

[grunting]

[grunting continues]

2-10.

2-10.

2-10. Anyone, channel one.
Come in, goddamn it. Hurry up.

[Jimmy] Hurricane, where in the hell
you been? What's going on?

I need help out here.

What's your 10-20?

Oh, God.

Dale, what's your 20? Where are you?

I'm on off the highway,
two miles down Sulphur Springs Road.

There's a — There's a house and there's —
In the woods, there's this house…

I-Is there an address?

Goddamn it, Jimmy, I don't know
if there's a goddamn address.

Just get some help out here
and an ambulance.

I got three suspects down
and I'm hurtin' pretty bad.

- Three suspects down.
- [Jimmy] All right, Dale…

Sulphur Springs Road.
Do you know where that is, Charlie?

Yeah. Hold on, Byron.

[siren wailing]

- Oh, sweet Jesus.
- Dale!

- Charlie, do something.
- Oh, shit.

Dud. Dud, come on! Charlie got it.

Charlie's taking care of it.
Come on! Come on!

Dale. Dale.

Dale!

[Charlie]
This is 2-11 to base. 2-11 to base.

I need an ambulance out here
on Sulphur Springs Road right away.

- Jimmy, come in.
- Yes, Charlie, go ahead.

Jimmy, where's the ambulance?

- That son of a bitch nailed 'em.
- [Charlie] Call 'em again! Come on!

- Yeah.
- [Jimmy] I called it, Charlie.

I'll call it again.

- Dale?
- Mmm?

Hey, man. Hey.

Hang in there.
I've got an ambulance on the way.

Gonna run in the house,
get you some blankets, okay?

- Are you dead, mister?
- Huh?

Are you dead, mister?

No, not quite.

Where's the lady at?

She's over there.

Don't go away. Come back.

Come back here and stay with me.

Yeah.

Just stay here with me.

How'd you get the blood on yourself?

I got in a fight.

[groans]

What do you do with your keys?

Oh…

I lock things up. [chuckles]

Come here. I can't see your face.

Come here a little closer.

Yeah.

Your name… is Byron.

[inhales]

How — You're five years old?

- Four or five?
- Five.

[inhales]
Yeah, just come sit with me here.

[murmurs] Yeah, okay.

[groans]