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Listen my children and you shall hear,

a warning you must heed before the fear.

One if by land, two if by sea,

soon overtaken we all will be.

We need an officer en route to a 390

at the corner of Broadripple and Carrollton.

I have seen them,

I have faced them, I have survived them.

Copy that. Do we have a description?

A hyper-evolved being with one mind, one pulse.

Female, brunette, mid to late 30s.

They manifest themselves as you and me.

Reported last trying her keys in multiple vehicles.

If we're lucky, they need only our resources.

If we're not...

All right, copy.

...they plan on complete extermination.

En route to Broadripple and Carrollton.

We can't know for certain,

but one thing I know, trust no one.

We are not alone.

They are here, but you can't see them.

They lie dormant amongst the most familiar of us for now.

Trust no one!

The threat is real.

They're coming, they're coming,

they're coming.

All right, step forward.

All right, state your name.

Steven Carlton Marra, 23.

All right. Profile.

All right, there ya go. Next. Come on.

State your name.

Jeremy Alan Phillips. 24.

All right. Profile. All right, good.

All right, stay right there. Come here, you.

All right. Now we need to get this on camera for legal purposes, all right?

So repeat after me. I, state your name.

- I, Steven Carlton Marra. - I, Jeremy Alan Phillips.

Will obey every order given to me.

Will obey every order given to me.

Because there ain't no mountain high enough.

Because there ain't no mountain high enough.

Ain't no valley low enough.

Come on, fellas, say it!

There ain't no valley low enough.

♪ To keep me from gettin' To you, babe ♪

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God!

I'm sorry, this never gets old.

I'm just kidding. We're family right, cuz?

Kind of.

You guys ever been on a ride along before?

Look, I don't know if you know this,

but Indy, it's one of the most dangerous places in the nation.

- No it's not. - Hey, a lot of shit goes down here.

It makes you proud to wear this badge.

Oh, we have fun, too.

Serve and protect,

but chill and respect.

Capiche?

Good, I'm gonna go to the bathroom,

squeeze some piss out of this legend,

and then we'll get this party ♪ started! ♪

Come on, bring it in, bring it in.

Boom! That's what I'm talkin' about.

Oh, BRB!

♪ Ain't no mount... ♪

Whew!

How is he your cousin again?

Nah, forget that.

He's just the cousin of the guy my mom's seeing.

Guy's a douche, but what the hell.

Asshole's letting us do this, right?

Well, what time do you think we're going to get out of here tonight?

'Cause it's Friday, and I was...

Friday's the best day for this, man.

That's when this shit goes down.

I'm telling you, it's gonna be epic.

And, besides, we haven't, like, chilled, in forevs, dude.

It's gonna be dope.

It's gonna be like our own episode of Cops.

What's better than that, man?

You want me to make you a list?

Hey, check this out.

What?! Are you going hipster on everyone now?

Are you Buddy Holly?

Nah, I got something that nutsack don't have.

A camera.

There's a mini-ass camera in these.

Remember Rob Portman?

He's the one that told me about 'em.

Likes to use 'em when he's...

Whoa.

Yeah, guy's a creep, but maybe a genius.

He's not gonna let you wear those.

Why not?

With the whole excessive police force blowing up in the news,

all the cities got paranoid

and installed those cameras in the cruisers.

- What's one more? - Why do we need to film this?

To expose the seedy underbelly

of the corrupt criminal justice system,

which is supporting the ulterior motives

of the municipal government,

which caters to the oligarchs in Washington,

which are just foot soldiers to the Illuminati,

which have been sent here by the demonic forces...

I swear if you mention Illuminati, conspiracies,

or any of your paranoid bullshit one more time, I'm outta here.

I've listened to it since high school, and I'm done with it.

You need to grow up.

You know, if you would have applied yourself to your academics

the way that you do to these theories,

you could have actually gone somewhere.

- Like Fordham? - Yes, like Fordham.

You know, it's actually one of the top institutions

in the country academically speaking.

You sure the Illuminati didn't recruit you while you were at Fordham?

They like to troll those gothic institutions, like, whoa.

- You have to be the biggest... - Boom!

- Let's do this! - Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Ahh, nice glasses, Elton!

Look at this guy!

- Your glasses. - Whatever.

- Did you get it? - Whatever.

Ahh.

Hey, buckle up! It's the law!

I'm just kidding.

Well, maybe you two Nancies should.

What are you guys, like, butt buddies or something?

I'm just kidding.

If you guys are gay for each other,

that's totally fine with me, man.

And it's, like, legal now.

Like, for real. Like, rainbows!

- Car 86. - Good God, this bitch!

We have a 10-54 in progress on Rosemont and Grand.

What's your 20?

Dispatch, I'm clear on that traffic.

10-9, Car 86, didn't get that.

Um... I'm at the corner of Main and 20th about...

- No, we're actually. - Shh! Shut your damn mouth!

Uh... I'm out of range.

- Copy, Car 86 - Devil woman.

Get somebody else to do your bitch work.

It's like I don't know this chick.

She's been here for, like, six weeks

and she thinks she runs the place, you know?

Not a real people person, if you know what I mean.

I don't get it, but it's like somebody took a tampon

and shoved it up her [whistles]

And forgot about it.

Hey, it happens.

I've seen it.

Whoa!

Hold onto your cocks, dicks.

Facebook ain't got shit on this.

Put in a license plate and, uh, pa-pow!

Spencer Bateman,

42, married, lives downtown.

Two prior convictions of possession of marijuana.

What are you doing, man? He's getting away.

Getting away?

- Whoa! - Sheez!

Now, I don't want to scare you boys,

but Indy, it's one of the most dangerous places in the nation right now.

This type of stuff is common.

Now, I don't know how this is gonna end,

but I just wanted to let you boys know to prepare yourself.

You guys ever shot a gun before?

Yeah, yeah, I have.

All right. Underneath the seat, there are two boxes.

A black box and a white box.

The black box has the gun,

and the white box has the Taser.

- Which has the gun? - The black one.

All right, which has the Taser?

- White one. - All right. Good, good.

All righty, here we go!

Oh, shit!

Whoa!

Whoo!

Here we go, boys!

Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucka!

Hell, yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about.

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em!

Whoo!

Oh-ho!

- Holy shit! - Shit!

- Here you are. - Aaah!

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Get the Taser! Get the Taser!

- Taser! - Are you sure that's the Taser?

Yeah, bro. This is what they look like now.

Can't hold him much longer! Come here.

I don't know, man.

Pull the trigger.

Aaah!

Pull the trigger, you pussy! Come on!

Aah! Aah!

Oh, sh...

You shot him.

- No, no, no. I got the Taser. - You shot him.

You said the black box. I got the Taser.

That's what you said!

- I said get the Taser, not the gun! - That's what I got!

I said get the Taser! Not the gun!

You shot him!

No, no, no. I was... Marcus, I swear,

I was just following your orders.

Stand right here. Stand right here.

- Stand right here! - No, no!

- Stand right here! - No! You told me!

- Stand right here! - Oh ho!

Look at the camera! Look at the camera.

Repeat after me.

I, Jeremy Alan.

I, Jeremy Alan...

Am on Candid freakin' Camera!

What?!

A blood packet!

Are you serious?!

They're blanks! Blanks!

I just saw the funniest shit in the entire world.

You know what wasn't funny, Bateman?

You hitting me in the face!

That wasn't in the script!

Improv! It just felt right in the moment!

But good God, though.

Look at his face! Look at... Look at!

Oh, my... Oh, man!

Oh, it's so good. It's so good!

All right, mandatory pit-stop, fellas.

All right, let's get out of here.

Nah, man, we're just getting started.

You want to stay after that?

Whatever, dude.

Just... just wait until the sun goes down.

It's gonna be dope, man, like the hood and shit.

We're gonna get some golden footage.

We live in Indianapolis, Jeremy.

There's not a hood here.

Come on, dude.

We never just hang anymore.

- What are you gonna... - All right!

All right!

Fine, but any more shit like that and we leave.

Scout's honor.

All right. You looked like a bitch back there by the way.

- Hey. You would have been that way, too. - I'm just saying.

- Just putting facts out there. - I pulled out the Taser.

"Oh, man, it was the Taser, it was the Taser."

You were sitting in the back like a bitch, too.

You didn't even jump to the rescue.

They didn't have me on camera.

Hey, man, don't spill. I know it's Friday.

I was your age once.

Not too long ago, you know.

Here you go.

- All right. - Oh, yeah!

Let me get one of these things.

What about me?

You know, somebody's got to drive.

She's all yours.

You pulling my dick?

Hey, no dick-pulling here.

She's all yours, cuz.

Be careful with her, though, cuz, all right?

Yes!

I... I knew it!

I knew it. Chelsea Lyle did get a DUI.

She could plow through a bus stop full of kids.

I'd gave her a warning and my number.

Man.

I mean, is it the chin nub that does it for you, Marcus?

Actually, it's the giant tits.

You can't even see them.

Yeah, but you know they're there.

Yeah, dude. She did have some pretty big tits.

Who the hell are you, some kind of like Don Juan?

You mean you wouldn't hit that?

Maybe, I have some standards.

Oh, you cannot have standards when you're only into one girl.

Ooh... gossip.

What's her name? What's her name?!

- Check this out. - There isn't a name.

- Emma Harris. - How you spell it?

- E-M-M-A. - Jeremy, seriously!

- Cut it out! I'm serious! - H-A-R-R-I-S.

Bam. Whoa!

She is smokin' hot.

And that's her license pic.

Imagine what she looks like in real life.

Man, please tell me you are hittin' that.

- Nah. He wishes. - Please.

She wanted some from him so bad, though,

but this guy was too stupid to see.

OK. He's making it sound like she was throwing herself at me.

She was, man, and everybody knew it.

Why do you think she kept inviting you

down to the lake house when her parents weren't home?

Oh, her parents weren't home?

And Steve liked her, too. Like, a lot, a lot.

But Prince Hairy Bush over here

was either too stupid or too dickless to make a move.

Dude, you have got to shave that shit.

It's not true.

I was... I just didn't know how to approach her.

I was trying to be a gentleman.

By What?

Not giving the girl what she wanted?

The gentlemanly thing to do

is to say thank you and to head downtown.

You mean like downtown?

Down-town.

Whoa! Listen, dude.

She may have the holiest of holy,

but my donut-eater ain't going nowhere near that honeypot.

I'm telling... Hey! Hey!

OK. Check this out.

You like it when girls go down on you, right?

Dude, I love that shit.

Well, so do they, man.

I'm telling you, it's the 21st century.

Chicks are just dudes with tits these days.

I can kind of hear what you're selling.

All right, all right.

But all the rug munching in the world

ain't going to help you with Emma now, bro.

What's that supposed to mean, Jeremy?

Do you think she's out of my league?

She's always been out of your league, dude.

But that's not it, man.

I'm telling you, Emma is definitely not the girl you used to know.

No, I know that. I've seen her Facebook page.

She's got the nose ring going, and the new look.

And I'm diggin' it.

Of course you are. It's hot. I know.

But when beautiful girls like that have a nose ring,

it's for a reason, man.

What the hell does that mean?

It means she's feisty.

More like she'd eat Steve up and spit him out.

I'd love to see that.

I would love to see that.

She would not eat me up.

- Yes, she would. - I'd eat her up,

'cause I'm a wild tiger!

And I'd go ranngrrrr!

Don't ever say that in this car again.

Ever. Like, in life.

OK, bigshot. Let's see if she's home.

All right. Pimpmobile 86 coming in hot!

Hold on, no, we don't have to do that.

Uh...

Uh, guys, guys. We don't have to do that.

Oh, come on!

Emma Harris. Come out with your hands up!

- Emma! - Come here!

Shut up.

- Shut up. - Get off of me.

Jeremy, what...

Steve? Steve Marra?

The prodigal son returns.

I haven't seen you since you left Indy

and became too good for us.

Come here.

Uh, what's that?

It's a ride along.

Lieutenant Officer Marcus Wilder at your service.

But you, you can call me Marcus.

Or you can call me Thundereagle.

That's my call sign.

Awesome.

It's nice to meet you, Marcus. I'm Emma.

Emma. Emma.

Wow.

I've never seen a cop car look like this.

Oh, it's a special edition pursuit-rated vehicle.

It's built for hunting the baddest on the road.

Zero to 60 faster than a hobo on a ham sandwich.

It looks like something out of RoboCop.

Yeah, she's a real beaut, huh?

We've been riding around in her all day.

I don't know if you knew this, but, uh,

Indy's actually one of the most dangerous places in the nation, so...

You know, we just wanted to come see where all the shit goes down.

Hey, nope, nope, asshole.

Get in the back.

You know how it goes, you know how it goes.

Emma, Emma, Emma.

♪ Cruisin' down the street Cuz I'm Five-O ♪

♪ Friskin' the hunnies Pullin' over the ho's ♪

♪ I'm on your ass In hot pursuit ♪

♪ Yo pull over, baby Yeah, I'm talkin' to you ♪

♪ Cuz the boys in blue We ball so hard ♪

♪ I'll ticket ya ass If you disregard ♪

♪ Me and my crew We run the city ♪

♪ When I flash my lights Yo flash them titties ♪

We don't have no clue where the fuck we're going.

Aha! Aha!

Beautiful! What is that, velvet?

There's nice little pond.

That's a beautiful pond.

And that, ladies and Johnsons,

is what you call a California stop.

Uh-oh. Here we go. Now you're paying attention.

Flash 'em.

- Me? - Yeah.

Pull over!

Let's see what we've got right here.

5-Y-C-6-7-A.

Boom!

Oh! Brandie Roddenfield.

She is smokin'! Man!

Brunette,

237 Hollybrook Court. 35.

MILF, right? 5'3", 110 pounds.

- Oh, she's tiny. - I know her.

Ah. 1200 on her SAT.

Oh, she lost her virginity at 15.

I'm just kidding.

You can't tell from looking at the screen.

Be nice if you could though, huh?

Hell, I don't know when she got her cherry popped,

but she is smokin'!

I'm sorry.

My tender sensibilities, sir!

She goes to my yoga studio.

Ooh... bendable.

She's sweet.

Sweet, tiny...

bendy!

On it!

Dispatch, we got a 24-44 on Route 44 and Washington Ave.

Uh, copy.

You copy a plate?

5-Y-C-6-7-A. A 2015 issue. Copy?

That's a negative, 86. Disengage.

Bitch, you are not about to cock-block me right now.

86, do you copy?

Could you repeat that?

Disengage immediately.

Car 86, clear. Over and out.

How do I look?

She just told you to lay off.

Dude, her rules don't apply to me.

♪ I'm a P-I-M-P ♪

Besides, I'll give Brandie a warning and a mustache ride.

Am I right? Am I right?

Yeah, that's my cuz!

That's how we roll.

Watch and learn. Watch and learn.

Brandie Roddenfield.

What a douche.

Does he actually think that's going to work?

You'd be surprised.

Girls appreciate a guy with balls.

What?! Oh, my God, what is she doing?!

Oh, shit!

Did she see us?

I don't think so.

The radio, the radio.

Officer down. We have an officer down.

Say over, you got to say over.

This is car 86. We have an officer dow...

Drive, Steve! Drive! Drive!

Shit.

It's OK. We're OK.

It's OK. It's over, we're OK.

I don't think so, man. She just got up!

I just hit her with a car really damn hard!

How could she just get up?

Dude, I know what I saw! She made it!

Why is she attacking us?

We saw what she did to Marcus! We're witnesses!

Maybe she was on drugs.

Maybe she's not human!

Maybe you're an idiot!

Car 86, do you read me?

- Answer it. - No, no, no! Don't... don't, man!

- But why not? - I don't know.

Are you crazy?

Car 86, I repeat, do you read me?

Respond. Over.

What about Marcus?

Help! This is Car 86! We have an officer down!

Officer Wilder was just attacked. He's...

Ma'am, please calm down.

I'll need you to follow my exact instructions

so we can get you to safety.

Proceed to 1720 Kent Avenue.

What about Marcus?

An officer will meet you there to escort you to the station.

Keep this channel clear for police communication only.

Proceed to Kent Ave immediately.

Is this an abandoned building?

Jeremy, are you sure you put the address in correctly?

I put it in correctly.

There's no way this is right.

Hello, this is car 86.

We've arrived at the location.

No one is here.

Over.

Is there anyone here? Over.

Why isn't she responding?

I need some air.

No, I don't think that we should get out of the car, Emma.

I was wrong, man.

Look like she's totally into you.

Dispatch to any unit in range.

We have a Code 10-31 on Route 44 at Washington Ave.

Over.

Dispatch, Car 14.

I'm arriving on the scene.

We've got a black SUV.

Appears to be idling. No one's in sight.

I'm going to check it out.

Copy that. Proceed.

Dispatch, Car 14. There's no signs of anyone.

The vehicle does appear to be abandoned.

Copy that, 14. No suspects found.

Stand by for vehicle removal. Over.

Copy that.

I don't like this.

You don't like what?

This spot. This situation.

The dispatcher.

I don't like any of it.

When we called it in, how did she know where we were?

Aah!

Run!

- Jeremy! Jeremy! - Jeremy!

Steve! Emma!

Come on!

Right here!

Right here. Right here.

It's her. It's Brandie.

I hit her with a car.

I saw her face.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You know how to use that thing?

Yeah. OK.

OK, OK. On three, we just run.

No looking back. Just run.

Run? She'll shoot us if we run.

Better a moving target, plus...

OK, we're ready.

One.

Run!

What the hell?! You said on three!

Three, three, three, three, three!

It's all right, lay in the back!

Get in the back!

What the fuck was that?

"What" is exactly the right question.

That thing definitely wasn't human.

What did I say about your conspiracy bullshit?

You seriously think that thing wasn't human?

Well, it sure as shit wasn't Sasquatch, Jeremy.

Of course not.

Sasquatch lives in the Pacific Northwest.

Everybody knows that, man.

But I think we're dealing with a Jangling.

That's a beer.

One second.

She was shooting a gun, Jeremy!

I'm aware of that. According to Ill Dr. Phil,

a lot of paranormals can do the things us normal normals can do.

Like drive a forklift, drink coffee, do yoga.

Janglings. Ah, here it is. Janglings. Look. Look, man.

One of the most recent and intriguing theories

in the field of exo-biology is the Jangling,

or as it's known in popular culture, the bodysnatcher.

Much like their movie counterparts,

Janglings have been described to possess

increased strength and resilience compared to their human host.

A lack of emotion and loss of unique identity

are also traits popularly associated with Janglings.

But the most intriguing speculations

are made about their method of communication... telepathy.

Recently a coalition of groups dedicated to the study

- of extraterrestrial life... - Listen to this now.

...reported an alarming spike in cases

consistent with the established Jangling theory.

If their existence proves to be real,

the question remains, are they here as friend or foe?

Foe, pretty clearly foe.

This guy actually named himself Ill Dr. Phil?

Ill Dr. Phil is his call sign.

If his actual identity was exposed,

he'd be dead within 24 hours.

Who knows how many agencies want his head.

Because he's a whack job, and so are you.

You know what, call me one more name, and I'll stick my foot...

What?! You'll sick E.T. on me?

E.T.'s a fictional film character, dick.

This is real life.

Body snatchers and telepathy?

That's real life to you?

OK, you know what, you have a better theory?

Let's hear it.

I got it.

OK. Perfect. Shoot

OK.

I'm thinking Marcus was a dirty cop, right?

And we're caught up between...

between the Indianapolis Police Department

and the Zetas down in Mexico, yeah?

And they've loaded 300 pounds of cocaine into the trunk of this car.

And Brandie, Brandie's probably one of their sleeper cell...

You know what? You're right.

Thank you.

We should check the trunk.

Well, I'm satisfied.

Wrong again, Steve.

You're unbelievable.

Dispatch to all units.

We have an A.P.B. on three suspects,

last seen headed north on Binford Boulevard

in stolen police vehicle 86.

Suspects are two male and one female.

Female is Caucasian, 5'6", brunette,

approximately 23 years of age.

One man is 5'10", athletic build.

The other male is 5'8", slender build, wearing black glasses.

Suspects are wanted for the murder of a police officer.

Please be advised suspects are armed and dangerous.

Marcus is dead.

How does she know what we look like?

She had our exact profiles.

We need to turn ourselves in right now.

No' no' no. Are you crazy?

You heard what she said. They think we killed Marcus.

But we have proof. We have the glasses.

- What? - There's a camera inside of his glasses.

Then let's show it to the police.

No, no, no. No, we can't show it to the police,

because they're in on it.

In on what, Jeremy?

I don't know. The whole Brandie thing.

The dispatcher who set us up earlier.

Why would she do that?

Because we know too much, man.

We literally know nothing!

OK, the dispatcher told us to go to the warehouse, right?

And Brandie shows up. Coincidence?

So we run.

Do you know what happens at the end of a manhunt for cop killers?

Do you remember Chris Dorner?

That scenario does not end well for us, man!

I know, exactly. It's a conspir...

It's a conspiracy.

And the patsy never lives to tell the tale.

Haven't they taught you any history at Fordham, Steve?

Think about it. Lee Harvey Oswald,

Sirhan Sirhan, William T. Piper.

We do not run.

Guilty people run.

Let's just find someone we trust and show them the footage.

OK, OK.

But we actually need to make sure we have the footage.

We need a USB cord.

OK, I have plenty at my house.

- It's not... - Whoa, whoa.

We can't go to anyone's house.

Whatever goes down, we stay the hell away from our families.

We can't risk it.

Then what?

I have an idea.

All right, guys, stay here.

Honk if you see anything weird.

Weirder.

So...

are you seeing anyone?

Steve, are you hitting on me?

What?

Now? No.

Larry, my man. What's the word?

You OK, Larry?

Party a little too hard last night?

One too many whippets?

Uh. Uh.

You gotta lay off that stuff, bro.

It's going to fry your brain.

Well, I'm not seeing anyone.

I'm looking for that right person.

You know, someone you connect with.

You know?

Steve Marra is having trouble meeting girls.

God, it's shocking.

It's not that I'm having trouble meeting girls.

More that I'm having trouble meeting the right girl.

I had a plan.

Work hard in high school, graduate college with honors,

start a career, court a lady,

have kids, buy a dog,

build a tree house in the back.

Real American dream.

Yeah.

That's what I was told.

Sounds like it didn't work out for someone.

Let me get this one.

You went on a dozen job interviews,

and at every single one,

there were 12 dudes who looked just like you?

All with college degrees, all desperate for work.

And one day it hits me, what's the point of it all?

So here I am.

Right back where I started.

What about you?

Are you happy?

Living here? I mean...

You don't see me bitching, do you?

You didn't answer my question.

They're my family, Steve.

When Mom got sick, I did what I had to do.

I'm glad I did it.

No one should have to go through that alone.

But, yeah, you're right.

After being here my whole life, I just feel stuck.

I know it sounds selfish, but I'm young.

I want to backpack through Europe.

Cliff dive off a beach in Thailand.

Hell, I would settle for falling in love

while spelunking in New Mexico.

I just want to know I exist outside of this place.

You know?

That's life.

We're lucky to experience anything at all, so...

we shouldn't waste it.

Well, I'm stuck here, too, now,

'cause someone has to take care of that asshole.

You sure you're OK, man?

Oh. I'm OK.

Finally, he speaks.

Usually can't get you to shut up.

I'm just going to pay for this and this.

Hey. Can I get you anything else?

Another meat stick?

A meat stick?

Nah, man. I'm good.

One meat stick is enough for me.

My God, today, man.

There you go.

Jesus.

What about the roadhouse chili?

Here he is.

All right.

What took you?

Larry. He's acting all weird, man.

Weird or high?

Weird weird.

Check the footage.

OK, we don't need to see this.

Fast-forward.

OK, stop.

Brandie, what are you?

Now what?

Got to get it to somebody we can trust.

Who do you trust?

No one.

What the hell, Jeremy? This was your plan.

It's not my plan. It was Emma's plan.

I just knew where to get the USB cord.

OK, we have to get out of here.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Right.

Stomp on the goddamn pedal, Steve!

Watch out!

Shit, shit.

All cars be advised,

suspects were last seen heading south on Cold Creek.

They are armed and dangerous.

I repeat, they are armed and dangerous.

Use of lethal force is approved.

Maybe you do need glasses.

What? This thing's a freakin' hand cannon.

Knock yourself over unloading it.

All right. That's a lot of gun, Emma.

You got to be really careful.

That thing has a lot...

Yeah, it's got some kick.

Whoa, how'd you do that?

Remember that lake house down in Bloomington?

The one where you used to invite him

when your parents weren't using it, right?

But he was too much of a pussy to show up?

I didn't know that your parents...

- ...parents weren't going to be there.

Why else would I invite you to my lake house?

This is a .44 Special.

It's got major stopping power.

It's the reason Dirty Harry over there was having so much trouble.

Really?

Here, let me show you.

Get your legs shoulder-width apart and get rooted.

All right.

Now, this is the sight.

So line it up with that dot on the end and let her rip.

All right, now.

Close your left eye and look down the sight

only with your right eye, OK?

What is he doing?

I think he's having a seizure.

Holy shit, you can't wink, can you?

I can't close just one eye.

I have never met someone who can't wink.

Is that a thing?

Yeah, actually, 36% the population

doesn't have voluntary unilateral eyelid closure.

I think that number is a little high.

OK.

Here, hold on.

Try this.

Yeah!

Look at that.

You are without a doubt the worst pirate

I've ever seen, Captain Jackoff Sparrow.

Yeah, but at least I can hit a can.

Check this out.

I'm more of a short-range expert.

Stop! Police! Put your hands in the air!

Get on the ground!

Get down on the ground now!

How'd they find us?

Come on, Emma. Take them out.

I'm not going to shoot a cop.

They might not be cops.

They might not be Janglings.

Run!

No, Jeremy!

Stop right there!

When I catch you, I'm going to kick your ass!

Turn around! Turn around!

We're being set up! We're innocent!

- We didn't do anything! - Get on the ground.

Get on the ground.

Stay on the ground.

Put your hands behind your back, both of you.

You're under arrest for the murder of Officer Colfax.

Who... Who's Colfax?

We are so screwed?

Who's Colfax?

What's your 20?

No!

Go ahead. Car 64.

Stay at your location till backup arrives.

Copy that.

You can't listen to her.

Som... Someone is trying to kill us,

and she's helping them.

No. Uh-uh. You don't get to talk.

She's sending other people.

Shut the hell up!

You don't get to talk!

Excuse me, Officer,

technically it's within our Miranda rights that we can speak.

Please, you don't even know what Miranda rights are.

You underestimated the wrong guy.

I took Law 101.

I have the right to remain silent.

I have the right for protection from, uh...

Steve?

Thanks.

Officers, please. We're innocent.

Just shut the hell up!

A cop is dead, another one's missing, you're in his car!

That's all I need to believe!

We didn't kill anyone.

We know who did, though.

We have the video.

It... it's on the camera from the glasses right here.

OK, I've seen enough.

We just need to try and explain everything.

Yeah, good luck with that.

You know what? How about some constructive criticism?

Oh, that's right. I guess that's hard

when you're out there running like a little bitch.

I don't run like a bitch. I run normal.

I mean that you left us out there to die,

and I'd call that running like a bitch.

Oh, you mean I ditched you?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah.

Kinda like how you ditched me?

Ditched you? When did I ever ditch you?

When you disappeared on me, man.

You went to Fordham,

and I didn't see you for four years. Literally.

We were supposed to be best friends, man.

Supposed to have each other's back.

But you cashed out just like that.

I never got a call.

You text me, like, two times.

You ditched me.

That's a fact.

You want facts? Here's a fact.

We're here because you decided it would be a good idea to play cops.

- Steve... - Here's another fact.

You're right.

I did ditch you.

I couldn't listen to you spew about the bullshit

that was keeping us down anymore.

I outgrew that shit. And I outgrew you.

You really went and made something of yourself, Steve.

Great job.

All right, lean up.

I'm going to take the cuffs off.

When I take them off,

I want you to put them in the front.

All right, now, listen.

Here's what we're going to do.

We're going to take you to our precinct

instead of downtown headquarters.

I think you'll be safer there, OK?

Sound good?

- Stop! Police! Stop!

Stop right there!

Stop! Police!

Stop!

All units, A.P.B. update.

Suspects were last seen heading north on 31.

Believed to be leaving the city.

We have to get out of town. Get on 70.

It'll get us out of Indianapolis in 15 minutes.

Roadblocks needed at all highway on-ramps north of Kessler.

Suspects are believed to have killed two more officers.

Once again, use of lethal force is approved.

Live from Wish-TV's 24-Hour News 8,

this is breaking news.

The bloody manhunt continues today.

The new bodies were found.

Fugitives are still at large.

If you have any information regarding their whereabouts,

alert police as soon as possible.

Now it's still unclear what the motive is

for these three to carry out such horrific acts.

And authorities urging everyone to stay inside tonight,

lock their doors, they say.

Police say if this is purely a cry for help,

there's no telling what these kids might do next.

Eighty-six!

Our faces are on the news.

We got to find another way out of Indianapolis.

There is no other way. They've locked down the city.

We have to kill them.

How?

Mm. Headshots.

Ill Doctor Phil says that's the only way.

Wait.

You're really wanting to go toe-to-toe with those things?

We don't stand a chance, man.

They will never stop following us.

I'm not running anymore.

We have to fight.

All units report any unusual police activity immediately.

Suspects still remain at large.

Over.

I have a plan.

Hey, Larry. How are you?

Oh. I'm good.

It's good to hear that.

Listen...

we're in trouble, Larry.

We need help.

I know it sounds crazy,

but we're running from the cops,

and we're innocent, I swear.

We need help, but there's no one we can trust.

Can we trust you, Larry?

I said, can we trust you, Larry?

Uh-huh.

We need a place to hide, just until the morning.

There's a dirt road.

That way.

That way?

Yeah.

A dirt road.

Then".?

You take it.

To the end.

What's at the end, Larry?

A safe place.

Stay there.

Oh, my God. Thank you so much, Larry.

Just, please, don't tell anyone.

How'd it go?

He said he'd help us.

How much?

Free for you...

...friend.

You really are a godsend, Larry.

We don't have very much time left.

You ready?

Yep.

I'll lure 'em into here.

Right in the middle.

You and Emma can flank them.

Are you sure?

You're... you're going to get a lot of heat up here.

Nah, man. It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel.

And you think you can shoot the fish?

Spray and pay all day, baby.

Sorry I ditched you.

No. Hey.

I ditched you first.

No, you didn't. You had to become a man.

Yeah.

And all I found out is that this is where I'm supposed to be.

Right here. At this creepy-ass farm.

With you.

For real?

For real reals.

Hey.

Bring it home.

You be careful, OK?

Jeremy.

See you on the other side.

All right, you two. Break it up.

We got shit to do.

I will be back.

Yeah, this will work.

Come here.

Much better.

Thanks.

So, are you seeing anyone?

Are you hitting on me?

What? Now?

No.

Is it working?

Are you sure you weren't bodysnatched?

Shouldn't we go spelunking first?

Ready?

Ah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aaah! Yaaah!

Aah!

Come on, motherfucker!

Yeah, that's my boy!

Aah!

Oh! Aah!

Aah! No!

You OK, man?

Yeah, I'm good.

You just make sure you get this on camera.

The Indianapolis Police Department is on high alert

as their manhunt for three fugitives continues.

Meanwhile, the death toll continues to tick up.

Steven Marra, Jeremy Phillips, and Emma Harris

are now wanted for the murders of three city police officers.

Live from Wish-TV's 24-Hour News 8,

this is breaking news.

We want to show you a clip right now

we just received from Jeremy Alan Phillips,

a fugitive from the ongoing manhunt.

I'm Jeremy Alan Phillips of Indianapolis, Indiana.

I'm 24 years old, and I'm not a fugitive.

I solemnly swear that I did not kill Officer Marcus Wilder

or any other

Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department officer.

Neither did Steve Marra...

or Emma Harris.

Yes, we are running.

But we were set up.

What you're about to watch right now

has not been altered in any way, shape, or form.

It will prove our innocence.

And it'll you show you that Indianapolis

is ground zero for something we're not ready for.

And when you find all of this to be true,

believe me when I say,

kill the dispatcher.

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