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[CELL DOOR SLAMS]
[INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT]
25 CENTS AN HOUR...
6 HOURS A DAY...
5 YEARS...
THAT'S $1,740.
NOT MUCH FOR ALL THAT LAUNDRY, HUH, LUCAS?
GOOD LUCK.
DON'T COME BACK.
TOWER 3, INMATE LUCAS RELEASED ON PAROLE. OPEN THE GATE.
[BUZZER]
GOOD LUCK, LUCAS.
I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT BE LONESOME.
I MISSED YOU.
5 YEARS IS A LONG TIME.
I AGREE.
SHOULD HAVE BEEN 10. I WOULD HAVE MISSED YOU MORE.
WHAT A PERFORMANCE YOU MUST HAVE GIVEN THAT PAROLE BOARD.
ARE YOU DONE?
BUT I TRY TO LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE, LUCAS.
YOU GET OUT, KNOCK OVER A BANK OR A JEWELRY STORE
AND I BAG YOU AND MAKE LIEUTENANT.
DON'T COUNT ON ME FOR ANY MORE PROMOTIONS.
RIGHT.
I'M DONE. SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE ON THE INSIDE.
YEAH, LUCAS, YOU'LL BE
THE STRAIGHTEST MAN IN THE WORLD, AND ONE DAY
YOU'LL WALK PAST A BANK AND THE FUN WILL BEGIN AGAIN.
YOU THINK SO?
YOU WANNA BET?
OK, DUGAN, I'LL ROB A BANK FOR YOU.
GIVE ME A RIDE.
YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE YOU TO A BANK?
HERE WE ARE. PACIFIC NATIONAL.
FINE. THANKS FOR THE RIDE, GUYS.
YOU DON'T THINK HE'S GONNA DO IT, DO YOU?
NAH. HE'S NUTS, BUT HE'S NOT THAT--
LEAST, I DON'T THINK HE IS.
BE JUST GREAT IF HE HITS THE BANK WE DROVE HIM TO.
BE JUST GREAT IF YOU SHUT UP.
LET'S GO.
EXCUSE ME. NEW ACCOUNTS, PLEASE.
THANK YOU.
I'D LIKE TO OPEN A NEW ACCOUNT, PLEASE.
HAVE A SEAT.
THANK YOU.
THINK HE'S REALLY GOING STRAIGHT?
NAH. 14 ARMED ROBBERIES?
14.
THOSE GUYS DON'T MAKE CAREER CHANGES.
I DON'T KNOW. I KIND OF HAD THE FEELING HE WAS SERIOUS.
I KIND OF HAD THE FEELING YOU'RE NAIVE.
NEXT TIME I GET HIM, IT WON'T BE FOR A LOUSY 5 YEARS.
PRESENT EMPLOYER?
I'M BETWEEN JOBS.
EVERYBODY, HANDS UP!
HANDS UP! STICK 'EM UP! THIS IS A HOLDUP!
I SAID STICK 'EM UP!
[EVERYONE SCREAMS]
YOU SEE THIS?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?!
IT'S A GRENADE, AND I'M PULLING THE PIN,
SO NO FUNNY BUSINESS!
YOU KNOW, IF I DROP THIS THING,
IT'S GONNA GO OFF, AND YOU'LL ALL BE
BLOWN TO SMITHEREENS, SO MOVE IT! MOVE IT!
MOVE IT! MOVE IT!
GET MOVING! GET MOVING OVER THERE! MOVE IT!
YOU TWO, WOULD YOU SPEED IT UP?!
OH...OOH...
COME ON! ALL RIGHT. KEEP THOSE HANDS UP.
OK. THAT'S GOOD.
YOU--TAKE THIS!
UNH!
WELL, PUT MONEY IN IT! COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!
[BUZZER]
ALL AVAILABLE UNITS, 211 SILENT IN PROGRESS.
PACIFIC NATIONAL BANK. 48th AND WALES. 48th AND WALES.
[SIREN]
[SIRENS AND SCREECHING TIRES]
FREEZE!
Police radio: ALL AVAILABLE UNITS, 211 SILENT IN PROGRESS.
PACIFIC NATIONAL BANK. 48th AND WALES. 48th AND WALES.
ALL UNITS HANDLE. CODE 3, HIGH.
DUGAN HERE. WOULD YOU REPEAT?
Police radio: WE HAVE A 211 IN PROGRESS
AT PACIFIC NATIONAL BANK--
HOLY SHIT!
[TIRES SCREECH]
[EVERYONE TALKING EXCITEDLY]
Cop: MOVE! MOVE!
WHAT'S GOING ON?
SAY, WAIT. IT'S JUST A--
[MACHINE BEEPING]
[CHUCKLES]
OK, THAT'S ENOUGH. ENOUGH, ENOUGH!
JUST ZIP IT UP AND THROW IT HERE.
YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
I SWEAR I DIDN'T.
NOBODY MOVE! KEEP THOSE HANDS UP! UP!
UNH!
UHH! UNH! UHH!
GO GET THAT GOD DAMN BAG, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
GET IT DOWN HERE BEFORE I BLOW THIS PLACE UP!
[DOOR BUZZES]
Cop: 2 AND 3, WHEN YOU'RE IN POSITION, GIVE ME A CALL.
ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET THE BACK DOORS!
[MEN SHOUTING]
Cop: GO! UP THE FIRE ESCAPE! UPSTAIRS!
Cop: GET THOSE BARRICADES OVER THERE TO THE RIGHT!
AHH...
COME ON, COME ON.
Dugan on loudspeaker: THIS IS THE POLICE.
THE BANK IS SURROUNDED.
COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP AND YOU WILL NOT GET HURT.
I REPEAT: COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP
AND YOU WILL NOT GET HURT!
I CAN'T BELIEVE WE GAVE HIM A RIDE.
[WHISPERS] Shut up!
Police radio: COPY, CENTRAL?
Cop: LET'S MOVE, LET'S MOVE! GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!
THE GRENADE!
NOBODY MOVE OR I'LL SHOOT!
YOU--YOU COMING WITH ME!
PICK SOMEONE ELSE.
WHAT?
Dugan: GIVE YOURSELF UP. YOU DON'T HAVE A CHANCE.
GET MOVING! COME ON!
HERE HE COMES.
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I GOT A HOSTAGE!
LET ME GO OR I'LL KILL HIM!
SHIT.
I GOT A HOSTAGE!
OK, BE COOL.
LET'S TALK ABOUT IT.
UNH! UHH!
STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT, SMART ASS?
HOLY SHIT.
YOU ASSHOLE.
EXCUSE ME?
YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE.
WHAT'S THIS GAME HERE?
OK, LUCAS, I'M LISTENING.
TELL US WHAT YOU WANT.
I DON'T WANT ANYTHING.
I'M THE HOSTAGE!
WHAT DID HE SAY?
HE SAID HE'S THE HOSTAGE.
WHAT KIND OF JERK DOES HE THINK I AM?
CUT THE BULLSHIT, LUCAS!
TELL HIM.
TELL HIM WHAT?
THAT I'M THE HOSTAGE, YOU SHIT.
OF COURSE YOU'RE THE HOSTAGE. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
NO, DON'T TELL ME, ASSHOLE. TELL THEM!
EXCUSE ME. I THINK I'M GONNA FAINT.
NO! THE GRENADE!
COME ON. STAND UP, YOU ASSHOLE. STAND UP.
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE?
Dugan: COME ON.
WHO'S GOT THE GUN, FOR GOD'S SAKE, DUGAN?!
HUH?! WHO'S GOT THE GUN?!
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
PICK UP YOUR WEAPON, ASSHOLE.
WHAT A DISGRACE.
PICK...UP... YOUR...WEAPON.
HOLD YOUR GUN LIKE A MAN, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
[BANG]
[MACHINE GUN FIRE]
HOLD YOUR FIRE! HOLD YOUR FIRE!
THOSE SONS OF BITCHES.
THESE PEOPLE ARE INSANE! THAT WAS TOTALLY UNJUSTIFIED.
THESE BASTARDS WANT MY ASS.
DUGAN! DUGAN!
YOUR ASS? WHY YOUR ASS?
DUGAN, DO YOU HEAR ME?!
EXCUSE ME, YOU SAID THAT THEY WANTED YOUR ASS.
WHY WOULD THEY-- SHUT UP!
DUGAN!
Dugan: COME ON OUT HERE, LUCAS!
YOU KNOW THE PROCEDURE.
OK, OK! I'M COMING OUT!
WAIT A MINUTE!
I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, SO EVERYBODY JUST--
I'M UNARMED! I'M UNARMED!
DON'T YOU MOVE!
HERE I COME!
[BANG]
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
Dugan: YOU'VE GOT 5 SECONDS!
DUGAN, LISTEN TO ME!
1...
2...
3.
ASSHOLE, HE'S GONNA DO IT.
DUGAN! DON'T BE STUPID, MAN!
I'LL KILL THE HOSTAGE!
YOU HEAR ME? I'LL KILL HIM!
YOU'LL KILL THE HOSTAGE?
GIVE ME THAT. OH...HEY!
GIVE IT TO ME, GOD DAMN IT!
Dugan: OK, LUCAS...OK.
TELL US WHAT YOU WANT. WE'RE LISTENING.
I WANT TO MAKE IT TO MY CAR!
AND DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!
SHUT UP.
FIRST, THE GUYS OFF THE ROOF!
THEN YOU UNBLOCK THE STREET!
Cop: LET'S MOVE, LET'S MOVE.
WHERE'S YOUR CAR?
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
WHERE'S YOUR GOD DAMN CAR?
[STRAINED] OVER THERE.
ALL RIGHT. LET'S GO.
[COP SHOUTS ORDERS]
Cop: ON THE ROOF. RIGHT AWAY.
GIVE ME THE KEYS.
FIRST, GIVE ME THE GUN.
GIVE ME THE KEYS, ASSHOLE, BEFORE WE'RE KILLED.
THIS IS MY ROBBERY.
NOW, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO PULL,
BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN WEASEL MY MONEY AWAY FROM ME
YOU ARE GREATLY MISTAKEN.
GIVE ME BACK MY GUN OR I'LL BLOW US BOTH UP!
I'LL DO IT.
AAH!
SORRY.
I'M TERRIBLY SORRY.
EXCUSE ME.
WHY DID HE SHOOT? HE NEVER SHOT ANYBODY.
[TIRES SCREECH]
SUSPECT HEADING WEST ON 48th. YELLOW. A '78 DATSUN.
ESTABLISH PERIMETER. SEAL THE INTERSTATE.
OUT!
WE GOT THAT SUCKER!
[DISTANT SIREN]
YOU WANT ME TO DRIVE?
IF YOU'RE NOT FEELING UP TO IT, I'D BE HAP--
OHH! I SAID I WAS SORRY, DIDN'T I?!
[TIRES SCREECH]
LOOK OUT!
[CRASH]
Bank robber: I'M REALLY SORRY.
THE GRENADE!
[WHIMPERING]
IT DIDN'T WORK.
NO, IT WORKED.
HEY...ARE YOU OK?
HELLO? ARE YOU OK--
UHH!
5 YEARS IN JAIL! 5 YEARS!
I JUST GOT OUT THIS MORNING, I'M ALL WORN OUT,
AND YOU HAVE ME UP TO MY NECK IN SHIT!
SORRY!
YOU'RE TURNING YOURSELF IN! YOU'RE CLEARING ME COMPLETELY!
YOU TELL THEM I'M INNOCENT OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!
Bank robber: UHH! JUST LISTEN. LET ME GO!
[SIRENS]
CHRIST!
ALL BECAUSE I BLEW A HOLDUP.
ALL BECAUSE I PULLED OFF 14 HOLDUPS, ASSHOLE.
WELL, HOW WAS I TO KNOW WHO YOU WERE?
I JUST TOOK A HOSTAGE.
I HAD NOTHING AGAINST YOU PERSONALLY.
HEY, I'M IN THIS SHIT, TOO, YOU KNOW!
AH, SHUT UP!
WHERE ARE WE GOING?
[CAR HORN HONKS]
HA HA!
UHH!
HEY! WHAT THE HELL--
OW!
Cop: HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
NO! STOP, IT'S A COP!
I REALLY DON'T WANNA DO THIS!
HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
OHH! OH!
NO, PLEASE! I'M NOT GOING TO PRISON!
I CAN'T GO TO PRISON!
NO!
ASSHOLE WANTS TO MAKE A STATEMENT! GO ON.
NO, I'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY. LET GO!
YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY?
NOTHING TO SAY? YOU SCUMBAG!
YOU SHIT! YOU ASSHOLE!
HEY, HEY! EASY, EASY!
WATCH IT! HEY, COME ON. OH!
TAKE IT EASY! TAKE IT EASY!
JUST TELL YOUR STORY, OK?
THIS ASSHOLE PULLED A HOLDUP!
HE TOOK ME HOSTAGE! THEY THOUGHT I DID IT.
HE'S LYING! HE'S A COMPLETE LIAR!
JUST WHAT'S THIS, HUH? WHAT'S THIS?!
PNB JOB! THAT'S LUCAS!
HANDS UP!
BOTH OF YOU.
I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! HE SET THE WHOLE THING UP!
ARREST HIM! HE'S THE ONE!
JUST GET 'EM UP, I SAID! GET 'EM UP!
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
I WARNED YOU. I AM NOT GOING TO PRISON.
GET 'EM UP OR I'LL SHOOT!
UNH!
[GUN FIRES]
UHH!
OHH!
FREEZE!
UHH! OHH...
MY MONEY!
OOH!
I COULD HAVE JUMPED A LOT HIGHER THAN THAT.
I'M A BASKETBALL PLAYER AT THE Y, YOU KNOW.
I'M SHORT, BUT I'M VERY FAST.
Tener: WHAT ABOUT HIM?
WHAT ABOUT HIM?
HE DO ANYTHING UNUSUAL?
NO.
THEY DIDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER,
ANYTHING LIKE THAT?
NO, NO. HE WAS JUST A CUSTOMER.
OH, OH. OH. LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS.
WATCH THIS THING I DO RIGHT HERE. WATCH THIS.
AH, SHIT! I STEPPED OUT OF CAMERA.
WELL, THANKS A LOT, MR. PHILBURN.
NO PROBLEM. IS IT POSSIBLE
FOR ME TO GET A COPY OF THIS TAPE?
WHAT ABOUT THERE?
Bank teller: OH, NOW THIS WAS A VERY DANGEROUS MOMENT.
HE WAS BEING VERY THREATENING. OK?
AND THEN THIS GUY-- THAT'S THE CUSTOMER
YOU WERE ASKING ABOUT--
HE MUST HAVE GOTTEN SCARED OR SOMETHING,
'CAUSE HE YELLS, "THE GRENADE!" RIGHT?
WHY? I'M SORRY?
WHY'D HE HELP HIM?
WELL, MAYBE HE WAS AFRAID--
ANYONE COULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE.
WHY LUCAS?
WHY NOT KAREEM HERE?
I'LL TELL YOU WHY. THESE 2 GUYS...
THEY'RE A TEAM.
BEAT IT, BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND.
SHIT. PISS GONE TO HELL.
YOU HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.
WHY DO PEOPLE TAKE HOSTAGES? FOR PROTECTION, RIGHT?
BUT YOU, YOU TURN OUT TO BE THIS BIG PAIN IN THE ASS.
CHRIST! THE ONLY REASON I ROBBED THAT GOD DAMN BANK
BECAUSE I NEEDED THE MONEY. SO, GO AHEAD, KILL ME,
BUT I'M NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS CAR WITHOUT MY MONEY!
GET OUT OF HERE.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
YOU LOST A LOT OF BLOOD.
SLIDE OVER. I KNOW SOMEONE WHO CAN TAKE CARE OF YOU.
HE'S NOT FAR FROM HERE. COME ON. MOVE OVER. HURRY.
UHH!
I'LL GO GET SOME HELP.
CANVAS. COVER THE CAR.
OK, OK.
UNH! HE'S A FRIEND OF MY DAD'S.
VERY NICE GUY. HE'LL FIX YOU UP.
LET'S HOPE HE'S HOME.
DR. HORVATH!
HERE WE GO.
[GRUNTING]
THERE. OK. NOW, YOU LIE HERE AND I'LL GO GET HIM.
NO. IS THIS A DOCTOR? HE'LL CALL THE COPS.
THEY HAVE TO REPORT GUNSHOT WOUNDS.
NO, HE WON'T. HE'S A FRIEND OF MY DAD'S.
THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS FRIENDS IF HE'S A DOCTOR.
THEY HAVE TO REPORT IT.
HE'S NOT A DOCTOR. HE'S A VETERINARIAN,
AND NOT THE KIND TO CALL THE COPS, EITHER.
DR. HORVATH!
Bank robber: DR. HORVATH!
WHO IS IT?
HI, DR. HORVATH.
REMEMBER ME? NED PERRY.
GEORGE, MY BOY. HOW NICE OF YOU TO VISIT ME.
NO, I'M NOT GEORGE. I'M NED.
GEORGE IS MY FATHER. I NEED YOUR HELP, SIR.
WHAT?
A FRIEND OF MINE HAS BEEN HURT.
I BROUGHT HIM IN TO SEE YOU.
HE'S IN THE EXAMINING ROOM.
HURT? BUT I HAVEN'T PRACTICED IN YEARS, GEORGE.
YES, I KNOW, BUT HE'S REALLY IN BAD SHAPE, SIR,
AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO, SO...
PLEASE, DR. HORVATH. LOOK HIM OVER. IT'S URGENT.
LOOK HIM OVER? BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW ANYMORE, GEORGE.
WHAT BREED IS HE?
NO, HE'S NOT A DOG, DR. HORVATH.
HE'S-- JUST COME AND SEE.
GOD, HE'S GONNA SHIT ALL OVER THE PLACE.
NO, HE WON'T. HE'S HOUSEBROKEN.
WHAT IS THIS?
A FRIEND. HE'S BEEN WOUNDED IN THE THIGH
AND HE'S LOST A LOT OF BLOOD.
BUT I'M NOT A DOCTOR, GEORGE.
NO, I KNOW, I KNOW. BUT CAN YOU JUST
TAKE OUT A BULLET AND BANDAGE THE WOUND?
BULLET? WHY? WHO SHOT HIM?
POOR LITTLE DOGGIE.
WAS HE HUNTING?
TOOK HIM FOR A RABBIT, HUH?
STUPID HUNTERS.
ARE YOU OK, DR. HORVATH?
I'M OK, GEORGE. I'M OK.
HOT. VERY HOT.
WHAT IS THIS CRAP?!
EASY, BOY. EASY.
LISTEN, MAYBE I SHOULD TAKE HIM SOMEPLACE ELSE.
EASY, BOY.
DR. HORVATH, WE'RE NOT GONNA BOTHER YOU
ANY LONGER. OK?
GEORGE, GO AND GET THE ALCOHOL.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. YOU STAY THERE.
YOU STAY RIGHT HERE. I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
EEE-HEE-HEE!
AAH!
YOU'LL BE FINE. YOU JUST LIE THERE.
DR. HORVATH WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
YOU'LL BE BETTER IN NO TIME. YOU'LL SEE.
THINK YOU CAN DO IT, DR. HORVATH?
I'LL DO WHAT I CAN, GEORGE.
OOH. NASTY WOUND. VERY NASTY.
POOR LITTLE POOCHIE.
I HAVE NO ANESTHETIC.
HERE. BITE ON THIS.
UHH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
IT HURTS!
AAH!
BE BETTER TO PUT HIM TO SLEEP.
Tener: NED PERRY. MALE CAUCASIAN.
5' 8". 135 POUNDS.
HE'S 32 YEARS OLD. NO RECORD.
HE WORKED 11 YEARS IN THE SAME PLACE.
NORTHWEST LUMBER. HE WAS A SALES MANAGER.
2 YEARS AGO, HIS WIFE DIED. HE CRACKED.
COULDN'T DO HIS JOB, APPARENTLY.
THEY LAID HIM OFF.
LATELY, HE DOES TELEPHONE SALES.
MAGAZINES.
WHY DOESN'T HE JUST GET A BETTER JOB?
A BREAKDOWN. WOULD YOU HIRE HIM?
THE TRUE THING IS I WOULDN'T HIRE HIM TO ROB A BANK.
THE DAUGHTER'S 6. SHE'S NOT NORMAL.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?
DON'T KNOW EXACTLY. SHE'S IN THE SPECIAL SCHOOL.
MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.
THIS GUY DOESN'T FIT LUCAS'S M.O. DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
NOTHING MAKES SENSE WITH LUCAS IN THIS SCREW-UP.
JUST IN CASE, SEND A CAR TO THE KID'S SCHOOL.
HI.
SORRY, PUMPKIN. DADDY'S LATE.
OOH! YOU'VE BEEN WAITING LONG, HAVE YOU?
DR. HORVATH'S CAR. REMEMBER DR. HORVATH,
THE VETERINARIAN?
COME ON, HONEY. HURRY UP! LET'S GET IN.
HEY, WHAT'S THAT?
OK. OK. GOOD.
GO! ADAM-1. REQUESTING BACKUP.
WE ARE IN PURSUIT OF PNB SUSPECT
HEADED NORTH ON WELLS AND 54th STREET.
Ned: DON'T BE AFRAID, SWEETHEART!
EVERYTHING'S FINE. EVERYTHING'S OK.
HE'S STILL SLEEPING. I DON'T LIKE THAT.
[DOG BARKING]
AH, HE'S WAKING UP.
NO, DR. HORVATH, THAT'S FROM OUTSIDE.
OH, YES. YOU'RE RIGHT.
TOO BAD. I'D LIKE TO HAVE HIM WAKE UP
BARKING LIKE THAT.
UH...DO YOU REMEMBER MY LITTLE GIRL MEG?
I BROUGHT HER HERE ABOUT 2 OR 3 YEARS AGO.
YES. NO.
HEY! ISN'T SHE ADORABLE?
HELLO, KITTEN.
HEY, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY.
HELLO.
HI, THERE.
HI. DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
ASSHOLE?
YES. IT'S ME.
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?
I'M NOT DOING THAT GREAT MYSELF, BUT...
A LOT OF COPS OUT THERE.
I MEAN, I'M IN TROUBLE.
AND IT'S SORT OF YOUR FAULT, YOU KNOW.
[CHUCKLES] NO, IT'S TRUE, ISN'T IT?
IN FACT, NO OFFENSE, BUT, UH...
BECAUSE OF YOU, EVERY COP IN THE STATE IS ON MY ASS.
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? CRY?
NO, I WANT YOU TO HELP ME.
WHAT?
SEE, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY,
AND I NEED A FAKE I.D., BUT I DON'T HAVE A CLUE
WHERE TO GET THAT SORT OF STUFF, YOU KNOW?
AND YOU BEING A FELON, YOU KNOW.
I MEAN, YOU KNOW THESE THINGS. RIGHT?
SO, YOU GOTTA HELP ME.
DROP DEAD.
YOU KNOW WHY I ROBBED THAT BANK THIS MORNING?
FOR MY LITTLE GIRL WHO'S SICK.
TO PAY FOR THIS SPECIAL SCHOOL
THAT SHE GOES TO.
AND THEY'RE NOT GONNA PUT ME IN JAIL, OK?
THEY'RE NOT GONNA TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.
WHAT'S IT TO ME?
I COULDN'T PAY MY RENT, EITHER,
AND I WAS JUST ABOUT TO BE THROWN OUT.
AND WHEN YOU'RE HOMELESS,
THEN THEY TAKE YOUR CHILDREN AWAY.
THAT'S WHY I'M IN THIS MESS.
PLEASE HELP ME.
LOOK, IF I AM ARRESTED,
I AM GONNA DRAG YOU INTO THIS.
I AM GONNA MAKE YOU LOOK AS GUILTY AS HELL.
AND I KNOW THAT'S A TERRIBLE THING TO DO,
BUT I'M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY,
'CAUSE THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME
IS MY LITTLE GIRL.
I'M SORRY ABOUT THIS. I REALLY AM.
GOOD-BYE.
ASSHOLE.
YES?
BRING ME THAT PHONE.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING]
YEAH?
NO, HOLD ON.
BOSS! FOR YOU.
Man: WOW, WHAT'S SHAKIN', MAN?
YEAH.
CHARLIE. IT'S BEEN 5 YEARS.
YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS?
YEAH, I GOT OUT EARLY.
LISTEN, I NEED SOME, UH, PAPER GOODS
FOR A FRIEND OF MINE.
TODAY, WHEN DO YOU THINK?
ALL RIGHT.
HE'S ON HIS WAY.
[HANGS UP PHONE]
IT'S THE KING SALMON BAR,
FOURTH AND WATER. ASK FOR CHARLIE.
200 FOR A DRIVER'S LICENSE, 500 FOR A PASSPORT.
GOT IT. THANKS. THANKS A MILLION.
BEAT IT. RIGHT.
SHOULD I TAKE THIS?
I'LL JUST, UH, I'LL LEAVE IT HERE, THEN.
DO I TAKE A BUS OR WALK OR...WHAT?
WALK.
RIGHT. RIGHT.
DON'T LOOK ANYONE
IN THE EYE ON THE STREET.
WHY NOT?
THERE'S A RULE. WHEN YOU'RE ON THE LAM,
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE NOTICED,
SO YOU KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN,
YOUR EYES ON THE GROUND.
GOT IT. ANYTHING ELSE?
YOU GOT NO FRIENDS ANYMORE.
REMEMBER THAT.
BE SUSPICIOUS OF EVERYONE.
GOT IT. ANYTHING ELSE?
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE?
BEAT IT. I'M TIRED.
MEG?
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
I JUST WANT TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MY DAUGHTER.
NO! TAKE A SECOND.
NO KIDS, ESPECIALLY YOURS!
THIS IS MY DAUGHTER.
HER NAME'S MEG.
LISTEN, BABY. DADDY HAS TO RUN AN ERRAND,
SO I'M GONNA LEAVE YOU WITH THIS GENTLEMAN, OK?
NOW, HE'S SICK, SO YOU HAVE TO WATCH OVER HIM.
I DON'T NEED ANYTHING.
JUST LET ME DO THIS.
UNDERSTAND, SWEETHEART?
HE'S VERY, VERY WEAK, LIKE A LITTLE BABY,
SO YOU HAVE TO PROTECT HIM.
I DON'T WANT A KID IN HERE PESTERING ME.
I WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!
NO, DON'T WORRY. SHE WON'T BOTHER YOU.
SHE DOESN'T TALK.
SHE HASN'T OPENED HER MOUTH FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS,
SINCE HER MOTHER DIED.
OW!
HEY, HEY, YOU ALL RIGHT?
YES, FINE, THANK YOU.
YOU BETTER WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BUDDY.
YES.
UHH!
[DOOR OPENS]
[MUSIC PLAYING, LOUD CONVERSATION]
BILL.
EXCUSE ME. I WANT TO SEE...
[MOUTHS SILENTLY]
WHO?
CHARLIE!
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE MR. CHARLIE FOR?
A FRIEND CALLED A WHILE AGO.
A FRIEND WHO... DISAPPEARED.
5 YEARS AGO.
THIS WAY.
SO, HOW'S OUR FRIEND DOING?
FINE.
SIT DOWN.
HE DIDN'T WASTE ANY TIME, DID HE?
GETS OUT AND BOOM! HITS A BANK.
THAT'S BALLS.
I'M KIND OF IN A HURRY.
WELL, EXCUSE ME!
I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU WERE IN A HURRY.
YEAH, WELL...
MAY I ASK IF YOU BROUGHT I.D. PHOTOS?
YES, I DID.
STILL WET. I JUST GOT THEM ON THE WAY OVER HERE.
THESE ARE TERRIFIC OF YOU!
YOU REALLY ARE VERY CUTE.
AND YOU KNOW, OF COURSE, THE PRICE.
500 FOR A PASSPORT.
HA HA HA. NO, NO, NO.
THAT WAS THE PRICE 5 YEARS AGO.
NOW IT'S 50,000.
WHAT?
50,000.
SPECIAL PRICE FOR FRIENDS.
DOLLARS?
I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT PESOS, SWEETHEART.
[CHUCKLES]
BUT I DON'T HAVE THAT.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND $50,000?
MAYBE AT THE PACIFIC NATIONAL BANK.
IT WAS NEVER $50,000 AT THE PACIFIC BANK.
HOW MUCH WAS THERE?
LOOK, I DON'T BELIEVE WE WERE SPEAKING.
HOW MUCH WAS THERE?
DID YOU HEAR WHAT MR. CHARLIE SAID?
HOW MUCH WAS THERE?
13,000.
SIT DOWN.
LUCAS WOULDN'T GET MIXED UP IN ANYTHING
FOR A LOUSY 13 GRAND.
NO. NO! LUCAS DIDN'T PULL THE HOLDUP.
HE WAS MY HOSTAGE. WHAT?
YES! NO, NO, I ROBBED THE BANK THIS MORNING,
AND I TOOK HIM HOSTAGE.
HE SAYS HE TOOK LUCAS HOSTAGE!
[ALL LAUGHING]
NO, IT'S THE TRUTH! IT IS!
YOU DIDN'T HURT HIM, I HOPE.
WELL, I-I KIND OF SHOT HIM.
OH, DID YOU?
YES.
WHERE?
IN THE CAR.
HA HA HA! IN THE CAR!
YOU TELL LUCAS $50,000
OR WE HAND YOU OVER TO THE COPS.
[DOORKNOB RATTLING]
[COCKS GUN]
I SAID I WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE!
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
HELLO.
IT'S CHARLIE. WE'RE WITH YOUR FRIEND.
I'LL PUT HIM ON.
TH-THEY WANT $50,000.
50,000 OR THEY'LL TURN ME OVER TO THE COPS.
NO, JUST TELL THEM THAT I TOOK YOU HOSTAGE, OK?
SO? WHAT IS THIS HOSTAGE SHIT?!
HE TOOK YOU HOSTAGE?
THIS LITTLE FART? WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?
NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME!
EITHER I GET $50,000 IN 24 HOURS,
OR AL CAPONE HERE
CAN TELL HIS STORY TO THE COPS!
UHH!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
UHH.
GET OUT OF HERE!
JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU HEAR ME?
[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Officer: HELLO! ANYBODY HOME?
DR. HORVATH!
AFTERNOON.
DR. HORVATH'S NOT HERE?
NO.
[DOG BARKS]
OH. WELL, WE'RE PROBABLY A LITTLE EARLY.
HE TOLD US TO COME BY ABOUT 5:00.
YEAH, HONEY.
DON'T BE AFRAID OF HIM. HE WON'T BITE YOU.
HE ONLY EATS THIEVES, YEAH.
[WHINES]
SO ANYWAY--MAX!
LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE, NOW. THERE YOU GO.
SO, YOU A FRIEND OF DR. HORVATH'S, ARE YOU?
PATIENT.
HEH. YES, SIR, THAT'S A GOOD ONE.
WELL, SO IS MAX, AREN'T YOU, BOY?
HEY, MAX! YOU LOVE DR. HORVATH, DO YOU?
[WHINES]
YEAH. TELL YOU WHAT.
SIR, YOU'RE GONNA SEE
A HELL OF A REUNION IN A FEW MINUTES.
DR. HORVATH SAVED HIS LIFE 4 YEARS AGO
WHEN HE GOT SHOT BY A BANK ROBBER.
EVERY MONTH, SAME REUNION.
[WOOF]
YEAH, MAX.
MAX! COME ON, NOW.
YEAH. HEY, MAX!
DON'T PESTER THAT MAN.
HEY, HONEY. WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE
A BIG DOG LIKE THAT SOME DAY?
[MAX BARKS]
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
KITTY-CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?
YES.
Radio Dispatcher: K-9 14, THIS IS 12-ADAM-1
AT KENWOOD PLAZA REQUESTING CANINE FOR A SUSPECT SEARCH.
YEAH. THIS IS K-9 14
RESPONDING FROM 173 BARROWS ROAD.
WE'RE ON OUR WAY.
WELL, SO MUCH FOR THAT REUNION, HUH?
IT'S THAT PNB JOB. HE'S A BIG FISH.
WE BEEN CHASING HIM SINCE THIS MORNING.
WE'LL PROBABLY BE BACK A LITTLE LATER.
THIS GUY'S WOUNDED. CAN'T HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER.
HEY, MAX! WOUNDED MAN'S A PIECE OF CAKE, ISN'T HE?
HUH? YEAH! COME ON, BOY.
HEEL. LET'S GO. HEE--
ATTACK!
[RUFF RUFF]
Officer: ATTACK!
MAX! MAX! HEY, HELLO!
ATTACK, GOD DAMN IT!
WHAT'S GOIN' ON THERE?
DOWN, MAX, DOWN!
GET OUTTA HERE!
YOU'RE IN THE WAY, YOU HEAR ME?
BEAT IT!
DOWN THERE.
ANY TROUBLE, AND I'LL CALL THE COPS.
NO. I HAVE A LITTLE GIRL. SHE'S NOT WELL.
I HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HER.
PLEASE! LET ME GO!
[DOOR SLAMS]
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
[CLATTERING]
[BOTTLES CLATTER, CART RATTLES]
Thug: HA HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU SLEEP HERE, BIG GUY?
THIS IS OUR PLACE.
I'M GONNA NEED A LITTLE RENT FOR THE ROOM.
YOU DEAF?
YOUR MONEY.
[COCKS TRIGGER] YOUR PANTS.
HURRY UP, JERK-OFF, OR I'LL PUT A HOLE IN 'EM.
I WANT YOU TO WAIT RIGHT HERE,
YOU UNDERSTAND?
DON'T BUDGE.
HOW COME YOU DON'T TALK?
Man: HOW 'BOUT MOVING A LITTLE, MAN?
COME ON, BUDDY, GET THE HELL OUTTA THE WAY.
YOU WAIT RIGHT HERE, YOU UNDERSTAND?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I'M LOSIN' MY NERVE?
ME, LOSE MY NERVE?
SCREW YOU LOSIN' MY NERVE.
YOU'RE LOSIN' YOUR NERVE.
HEY, LOOK, ALL I'M SAYIN'
IS THAT LUCAS IS A VERY TOUGH CUSTOMER.
WHERE YOU GOING?
I'M GOIN' TO THE HEAD! WHY, IS THAT A CRIME?
HA HA HA. HE'S LOSIN' EVERYTHING.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF OUR TOUGH CUSTOMER, OK?
NO PROBLEM.
WHEN YOU'RE ON THE LAM,
YOU DON'T THROW YOUR WEIGHT AROUND.
YOU MAKE YOURSELF VERY SMALL... LIKE TINKERBELL.
ITSY-BITSY. TEENY-WEENY.
[TIRES SCREECH]
AAH!
[TOILET FLUSHES]
HIYA, CHARLIE.
YOU'RE NUTS.
THERE ARE COPS ALL OVER THE PLACE.
GO GET HIM RIGHT NOW!
I SAID GO GET HIM!
GO GET HIM.
GO GET HIM!
YOU'RE ON THE LAM.
YOU'RE CRAZY TO BE DOING THIS!
I'M NOT ON THE LAM. I WAS TAKEN HOSTAGE,
AND IF MY KIDNAPPER ISN'T HERE IN 10 SECONDS,
I'LL PUT A BULLET UP YOUR ASS.
Lucas: COME ON, LET'S GO!
WHERE IS SHE? WHERE'S MEG?
GET YOUR ASS IN THE TRUCK!
GOOD TO SEE YA, CHARLIE.
GOOD SEEIN' YOU, TOO.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SIREN]
Ned: "IT WAS I AND I ALONE
"WHO COMMITTED THIS ROBBERY.
"NO CHARGES SHOULD BE BROUGHT AGAINST
"MR. DANIEL LUCAS, WHO'S ENTIRELY INNOCENT.
"SINCERELY,
NED PERRY."
OK, IT'S ALL THERE-- WHY I DID IT.
I TOOK YOU HOSTAGE.
SHOULDN'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS.
COME ON, BABY.
SO I GUESS THAT'S IT, HUH?
CAN'T IMAGINE WE'LL BE SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN.
GIVE YOURSELF UP.
LIVIN' ON THE RUN IS HELL.
SHE'S TOO LITTLE. SHE CAN'T TAKE IT.
YOUR MONEY'S BACK AT THE VET.
YOU GOT NOTHIN' TO LIVE ON.
BE SMART. DON'T HAVE A RECORD.
YOU GOT AN HONEST FACE.
THEY WON'T GIVE YOU MORE THAN A YEAR.
BUT THEY'LL PUT HER IN A CHILDREN'S HOME.
[LAUGHS] SO? WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?
I WAS IN ONE MYSELF.
YEAH, RIGHT.
LOOK HOW NICE YOU TURNED OUT.
HA HA HA.
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.
WELL, I GOTTA GO.
THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING. REALLY.
DON'T GO.
AGAIN, I'M--I'M--
THERE'S SOMETHING I HAVE TO SAY TO THIS MAN, SWEETHEART,
SO WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK, OK?
[MOUTHS WORDS]
WHAT?
[WHISPERS] She talked!
I heard her. So why are you whispering?
The doctor said I don't want to block her again.
Make like nothing's happened.
I MUSN'T CRY. DON'T LET ME CRY.
[SIREN]
WE CAN'T HANG AROUND HERE.
IT'S TOO DANGEROUS.
OH, GOD, HERE IT COMES.
THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
2 YEARS I'VE BEEN WAITING.
DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF?
NO, I DON'T HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF.
SHOOT.
CAN YOU TELL I'VE BEEN CRYING?
SHE TALKED.
THANKS TO YOU, MY LITTLE GIRL TALKED.
WELL, HERE I GO AGAIN.
[SIREN]
BETTER GET MOVIN'!
YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT.
YES, YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE RIGHT.
YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE GREAT?
IF YOU COULD MAYBE STAY WITH US JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER.
WHAT?
IT'S THE FIRST TIME SHE'S ASKED FOR SOMETHING IN 2 YEARS.
JUST LIKE A FEW HOURS.
ARE YOU NUTS? NO WAY!
ALL RIGHT. WE'LL TELL HER.
I JUST HOPE IT DOESN'T BLOCK HER.
YOU TELL HER YOURSELF! I GOTTA GO.
YOU WON'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE?
NO!
OH...SHIT! HERE SHE COMES.
ONE HOUR. JUST ONE HOUR!
I SAID NO!
HE CAN'T STAY, BABY.
HE'D LIKE TO. HE REALLY WOULD.
BUT HE CAN'T.
BECAUSE IF HE DOES, THE POLICE ARE GONNA HURT HIM,
AND YOU DON'T WANT HIM TO BE HURT, DO YOU?
DON'T GO.
HE'S RIGHT. I CAN'T STAY.
BUT I'LL BE BACK. I PROMISE.
RIGHT NOW, YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO.
DON'T CRY, MEG. HE'LL COME BACK.
HE WILL. DADDY'S HERE.
HELLO.
DON'T CRY.
[POLICE RADIO]
MEG!
YOU BASTARD!
[HONK]
[BRAKES SCREECH]
[SCREECH] [HONK]
MEG! [HONK]
AH! WHOA!
[HONK HONK HONK]
[HONK HONK]
ARE YOU OK? YOU OK?
YES, I'M FINE.
ARE YOU NUTS?
ARE YOU TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE?
Officer: DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE THE CROSSWALK IS?
THAT'S OUR GUY!
LET'S GET HIM!
COME ON!
[TIRES SCREECH]
[HONK HONK HONK]
GET IN! GET IN!
[SIREN]
GET IN! GET IN!
GO STRAIGHT AHEAD!
HURRY UP FOR ONCE! HURRY UP!
SHUT UP!
CAR 8 TO ALL PATROLS. WE'VE SPOTTED LUCAS.
HE'S IN A BEER TRUCK.
LICENSE NUMBER 579-SAM-4-BOY.
[SCREECH]
WE'RE FINISHED!
STOP! WAIT! THEY'LL SHOOT US!
I HAVE TO FIND MY DAUGHTER!
[SIREN]
Officer: THIS WAY!
HIDE!
ALL RIGHT, SPREAD OUT.
FOSTER, TAKE SOME MEN OVER THERE.
Lucas: WE'RE SCREWED.
WHERE IS SHE?
OH, GOD, SOMETHING'S GONNA HAPPEN TO HER.
SHH, SHH, SHH.
OH, I DON'T LIKE THIS.
SOMETHING TERRIBLE'S GONNA HAPPEN.
THEY'LL PUT HER IN AN INSTITUTION!
IT'LL KILL HER.
SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO TAKE IT.
I'LL KILL MYSELF! THEN THEY'LL HAVE
2 DEATHS ON THEIR CONSCIENCE, THOSE BASTARDS!
SHH, SHH!
THIS WAY, UP AT THE TOP THERE.
WOULD YOU QUIT THAT?
SO QUIT YACKING! THIS PLACE IS ROLLING WITH COPS!
SHH!
PFFT! YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!
NO!
SHE'LL GO. I'LL LOSE HER!
SHH.
Ned: LOOK AT HER.
SHE'S SO FRAGILE.
ANYONE COULD HURT HER.
Ned: WHO'S THAT?
WHAT'S HE DOING?
CAREFUL.
THAT'S THE KINDA GUY
THAT GIVES CANDY TO LITTLE GIRLS.
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS.
[SHAKING BOX]
SO WHAT'S THAT, HUH? WHAT'S THAT, SMARTASS?
WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?
[BOX RATTLES]
SHE TOOK IT!
I TOLD HER NEVER TO TAKE CANDY FROM STRANGERS!
NO!
THAT PERVERT!
NO, DON'T!
YES!
NO!
Old man: UH, EXCUSE ME, OFFICERS.
I THINK THIS LITTLE GIRL IS LOST.
I ASKED WHERE HER MOMMY AND DADDY ARE.
SHE DOESN'T ANSWER.
COME WITH ME, SWEETHEART.
[PUNCH]
MY LITTLE GIRL.
NOW'S OUR CHANCE. LET'S GO.
NO. NO.
LET'S GO!
[SOBBING]
AH, LISTEN, YOU'LL DO ONE YEAR AT THE MOST.
AFTER THAT, YOU'LL GET HER BACK.
I'LL VISIT HER WHILE YOU'RE ON THE INSIDE.
SHE WON'T BE ALONE.
LOOK, YOU GOT MY CONFESSION,
SO JUST TAKE OFF, OK?
GOOD-BYE AND GOD BLESS.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? HEY, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!
WHEN THEY PUT HER IN THE CHILDREN'S HOME,
I'LL KIDNAP HER AND THEN GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY.
OH, COME ON, DON'T BE STUPID--
LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
SARGE, IT'S FOR YOU.
YES?
WELL, GET TOGETHER WITH COMMUNITY SERVICES.
WE CAN'T KEEP THE KID HERE, THAT'S FOR SURE.
FINE.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?
HERE'S THE CASE AGAINST LUCAS TO DATE.
THE DAY OF HIS RELEASE FROM JAIL,
LUCAS ROBS A BANK OF LESS MONEY
AND TAKING MORE TIME THAN EVER BEFORE.
MAYBE HE'S RUSTY.
THEN SHOOTS HIMSELF IN THE LEG...
COULD HAVE BEEN A STRUGGLE.
BLOWS UP HIS GETAWAY CAR,
AND THEN TRIES TO TURN HIS HOSTAGE IN TO THE POLICE.
LUCAS THEN GOES FOR MEDICAL CARE TO A DR. HORVATH.
I'VE INTERVIEWED HIM, AND...
I'D LIKE YOU TO HEAR HIM PERSONALLY.
BY THE WAY, HE'S A VETERINARIAN.
DR. HORVATH, PLEASE?
GENTLEMEN.
HAVE A SEAT, DOCTOR.
AHEM. NOW... TELL DETECTIVE DUGAN
EVERYTHING THAT YOU'VE TOLD ME.
THE PATIENT WAS SHOT IN A HUNTING ACCIDENT.
WHAT?
WAIT.
PLEASE, DR. HORVATH.
IN THE RIGHT HIND LEG.
FROM THE ANGLE OF ENTRY,
IT WOULD APPEAR THAT HIS LEG WAS RAISED,
AND HE MUST HAVE BEEN PEEING AT THE MOMENT OF IMPACT.
THANK YOU, DOCTOR.
WAIT, I HAVE MORE.
YES, WAIT. HE HAS MORE.
THE PATIENT WORE NO COLLAR,
AND HE BECAME ENRAGED WHEN GIVEN A RUBBER BONE.
HE NEVERTHELESS--
THANK YOU
VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH.
HE NEVERTHLESS TESTED NEGATIVE FOR RABIES.
THANK YOU, DOCTOR.
WAIT, I HAVE SOMETHING--
THANK YOU.
[CHUCKLING]
SO...
[BOTH LAUGHING]
I THINK WE CAN CONCLUDE THAT OUR MR. LUCAS
SPENT THE DAY GETTING SHOT, BEING TREATED LIKE A DOG...
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
HAVING TO BABY-SIT, AND IN GENERAL,
WISHING HE'D SPENT ONE MORE DAY IN PRISON.
TENER HERE.
[COUGHING AND LAUGHING]
IT'S LUCAS.
HEY, ROVER.
HA HA HA HA!
HUH? HOW ARE YA, PAL?
COME ON IN. HA HA HA!
AS SOON AS HE COMES OUT, I WANT A CLOSE-UP.
HERE HE COMES. DETECTIVE DUGAN--
ALL CHARGES AGAINST MR. LUCAS HAVE BEEN DROPPED.
NOW THAT YOU'RE FREE, MR. LUCAS,
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
FIND A JOB, LEAD A NORMAL LIFE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
HOW DOES IT FEEL FOR A PROFESSIONAL LIKE YOU
TO BE TAKEN HOSTAGE?
TELL US ABOUT YOUR KIDNAPPER!
HE'S A NOBODY, AND AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED,
I GOT NOTHIN' TO SAY ABOUT HIM. THE MATTER'S CLOSED.
COME ON! GIVE US THE STORY!
OOH!
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?
SORRY.
HEY, GO ON. MOVE ALONG.
SORRY. EXCUSE ME.
GO ON. GET OUTTA HERE.
HI. I'M HERE TO SEE MEG PERRY, PLEASE.
RELATIVE?
NO. I'M A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY.
YEAH, I HAVE MISTER...
LUCAS.
MR. LUCAS HERE TO SEE THE PERRY GIRL.
OK.
JUST A MOMENT, PLEASE.
WHO'D YOU CALL, THE COP?
MR. LUCAS?
YES.
FOLLOW ME.
HELLO, MEG.
LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT YA. YOU LIKE IT?
SHE REFUSES TO TALK AND SHE REFUSES TO EAT.
IF SHE KEEPS THIS UP MUCH LONGER,
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FEED HER INTRAVENOUSLY.
YOU HEAR THAT, MEG?
IF YOU DON'T EAT PRETTY SOON,
WE'LL HAVE TO STICK A NEEDLE IN YOUR ARM,
AND THAT'LL HURT.
COULD I TALK TO HER ALONE, PLEASE?
YOU NEED AUTHORIZATION FROM JUVENILE COURT--
LOOK...
THIS KID NEEDS A LOT OF THINGS,
BUT ONE THING SHE DOESN'T NEED
IS A COP GUARDING OVER HER.
5 MINUTES.
MEG.
MEG, LOOK AT ME.
MEG.
MEG, YA HAVE TO EAT, YOU HEAR ME?
COME ON, BE A GOOD GIRL. LOOK AT ME.
IF YOU WANT, I'LL VISIT YA EVERY DAY,
BUT LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
OK. I'M LEAVING.
I'M GONNA GO NOW, MEG.
I'M GONNA GO.
OK, GOOD-BYE, MEG.
DO YOU REMEMBER
WHEN YOU SAID TO ME, "DON'T GO"?
SPEAK TO ME AGAIN, MEG.
TELL ME, "DON'T GO."
THAT'D MAKE ME SO HAPPY.
NO?
YOU DON'T WANT TO?
OK, DON'T TALK, MEG, BUT EAT.
PLEASE. YOU'RE SO THIN.
LISTEN, I'LL BRING YA A CAKE TOMORROW.
WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? I'LL KEEP YA FAT.
THE FOOD HERE'S GOTTA BE LOUSY.
A GREAT BIG CAKE
WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND EVERYTHING ON TOP.
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
OK.
KISS GOOD-BYE.
I'LL LEAVE HIM HERE WITH YOU.
YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM
LIKE YOU TOOK CARE OF ME.
Radio: AND NOW HERE'S GOODWIN TAKING A LEFTHAND PITCHER.
FIRST AND THIRD, STILL NO ONE OUT.
1 AND 1 THE COUNT. 4-0.
[GAME CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
...POPS UP WITH THE BALL.
1 AND 0 ON GOODWIN.
[PERRY POUNDING ON GATE]
WHY DON'T YOU JUST RING THE ALARM?
I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T JAMMED IT.
YOU SCARED ME! [PANTING]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
SHH!
[PANTING]
IS THAT YOU THAT SMELLS LIKE FISH?
[SNIFFS] DO I?
[SNIFFS] YOU STINK.
COULD BE. I SLEPT IN A FISH NET.
OH, JESUS.
PLEASE, GOD, LET HER BE OK.
JUST LET HER BE OK.
I SAW HER YESTERDAY. NOT SO GOOD.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, NOT SO GOOD?
SHE'LL BE ALL RIGHT ONCE SHE'S OUTTA HERE.
JUST RELAX! LET'S DO THIS RIGHT.
RIGHT. RIGHT. YOU'RE RIGHT.
LOCKED?
NO PROBLEM.
Ned: EASY FOR YOU.
[SLAM]
SHH!
THERE'S A COP WATCHING HER.
WHAT?
YOUR KID. A FEMALE COP.
THAT COMPLICATES THINGS.
[CHAIR CLATTERS]
SHH!
SHH. SHH.
IT MUST BE THAT WAY.
[CLATTER]
STOP THAT.
I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE.
WELL, WATCH YOUR STEP.
[CLATTER]
WHAT'S WITH YOU?
THIS PLACE IS A MESS.
JUST WAIT FOR ME HERE.
NO, NO, NO. I'M GOING WITH YOU!
IT DOESN'T TAKE TWO OF US.
YOU STAY HERE.
DON'T BE AFRAID. IT'S ME, LUCAS.
GOOD WORK!
WE'RE OUTTA HERE.
LET ME CARRY HER. YEAH.
LET'S GO!
THIS ISN'T MINE.
IT'S NOT MY DAUGHTER. YOU GOOFED.
YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING.
AM I KIDDING?
OH, SHIT, IT'S 'CAUSE OF THAT DAMN MONKEY. LET'S GO.
I DON'T WANT THIS ONE. I WANT MINE.
AAH!
LET'S BEAT IT.
HIDE.
BUT I WANT MY DAUGHTER!
[YELLS] HIDE!
DON'T MOVE!
MEG? MEG, IT'S ME. IT'S DADDY.
COME HERE, MEG. COME ON.
WHERE IS SHE?
PUT DOWN THE GUN, MR. PERRY.
IT'LL ONLY MAKE THINGS WORSE.
TELL ME WHERE SHE IS, OR I'M GONNA KILL YOU.
[COCKS TRIGGER]
SHE'S IN THE INFIRMARY. THIS WAY.
MOVE IT! MOVE.
THERE, NOW. I'M GONNA PUT YOU BACK IN BED.
YOU BE A GOOD GIRL AND DON'T SCREAM.
OK?
JUST DON'T SCREAM.
AAH!
[GIRLS SCREAMING]
YOU'LL BE GUILTY OF KIDNAPPING.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S GONNA GET YOU?
YEAH. HER.
GET IN THERE!
MEG? MEG?
IT'S ME. DON'T BE AFRAID.
IT'S DADDY. IT'S DADDY. COME ON.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
LET ME OUTTA HERE!
[POUNDING]
STOP! TAKE IT EASY.
YOU'RE TRAPPED,
SO JUST TAKE IT EASY.
QUICK!
MEG? MEG!
MEG, COME ON, BABY.
WHY WON'T SHE WAKE UP?
FEEL HER HANDS. THEY'RE FREEZING.
WE'LL TAKE CARE OF HER. DON'T WORRY.
WHERE ARE WE?
A CUSTOMER'S HOUSE.
I PUT A SECURITY SYSTEM IN HERE.
THEY WENT ON VACATION THIS MORNING.
THEY WON'T BE BACK FOR A MONTH.
IS SOMETHING WRONG?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S THE MATTER.
GIVE HER TO ME.
NO, I'M OK. I JUST HAVEN'T EATEN THAT MUCH LATELY.
HAVEN'T SLEPT, EITHER.
GIVE HER TO ME. YOU'LL DROP HER.
NO, IT'S MY DAUGHTER. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO TAKE HER.
STAND STILL. STAND STILL.
UHH!
NO, WE'RE TOO HEAVY.
NO, I GOT YOU.
OK, PUT HER IN THE BED.
Ned: SHE'S NOT GONNA DIE, IS SHE?
THINK SHE'S GONNA DIE?
WHY WOULD SHE DIE? STOP SAYIN' THAT SHIT!
YOU'LL JINX US, ASSHOLE! WHY WOULD SHE DIE?
I'M SCARED.
YOU'RE GIVING ME THE WILLIES!
SHE'S GONNA BE OK.
ALL RIGHT?
MEG, WE'RE HERE NOW.
WE'RE NOT IN THE HOME ANYMORE.
YOUR FATHER'S HERE AND I'M HERE.
OPEN YOUR EYES, DAMN IT! FOR US! OPEN YOUR EYES!
STOP IT! YOU'LL HURT HER!
I'M HUNGRY.
SHE'S HUNGRY.
SHE'S HUNGRY, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
YEAH. YEAH.
FOOD! GET THE FOOD.
PLASTIC!
THERE'S NOTHING TO EAT IN THIS STUPID HOUSE!
WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? THEY'RE GONE FOR A MONTH.
JERKS.
MAYBE WE SHOULD ORDER A PIZZA.
YEAH, AND IT'LL BE DELIVERED BY THE FBI.
HERE! WHAT?
"SMOKED OYSTERS."
OHH...
"GOOSE LIVER."
"TRUFFLES."
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
"CAVIAR."
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
RICH.
DO LITTLE GIRLS EAT CAVIAR?
LOOK WHAT WE GOT YOU, MEG.
CAVIAR. YUMMY!
MEG?
MAYBE WE SHOULD LET HER SLEEP.
YEAH.
MMM. THIS IS PRETTY GOOD.
YEAH. VERY GOOD.
YEAH.
REAL GOOD.
HERE WE GO. NICE AND CLEAN.
[KISS]
HERE WE GO.
[GROWLING AND KISSING]
GOOD MORNING, MEG.
HI.
LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT YOU.
NOW, I WANT YOU TO EAT EVERYTHING, YOU HEAR?
OK.
ALL RIGHT.
HERE. I HAD IT MADE THIS MORNING.
"KOWALSKI"?
IT'S MY NEW NAME.
I'M TRAVELING WITH MRS. KOWALSKI
AND OUR SON JONATHAN. WHAT?
THEY'RE LOOKING FOR 2 MEN AND A LITTLE GIRL.
PERFECT. EVERYTHING WE NEED.
YOU DON'T REALLY EXPECT ME TO DRESS UP
LIKE A WOMAN, DO YOU?
I'M TELLING YOU, THEY'RE LOOKING FOR 2 GUYS
AND A LITTLE GIRL. HERE.
WHY CAN'T WE JUST STAY HERE?
YOU SAID THEY'D BE GONE FOR A MONTH.
PAL, WE GOT THE FBI, STATE POLICE, ROADBLOCKS,
AND DUGAN ON OUR ASS! WE CAN'T SIT IT OUT. HERE.
I'LL NEVER PASS FOR A WOMAN.
THERE'S NOTHING FEMININE ABOUT ME.
LOOK AT ME. I'D BE GROTESQUE.
IT'S BETTER TO BE GROTESQUE THAN DEAD.
I'M TOO UGLY. I'LL NEVER PULL IT OFF!
LOOKS DON'T MATTER. THERE ARE UGLY LADIES!
I KNOW THERE ARE UGLY LADIES.
THERE ARE A LOT OF UGLY LADIES,
BUT I DON'T LOOK LIKE AN UGLY LADY, OK?
YOU WILL.
[MURMURING]
THERE.
NOW, DON'T WORRY. IT'LL GROW BACK.
Ned: I LOOK RIDICULOUS.
NOT ONLY ARE THEY GONNA ARREST US,
THEY'RE GONNA LAUGH THEMSELVES SILLY.
LET'S SEE.
I WON'T GET 10 FEET DRESSED LIKE THIS.
EVEN IN A CONVENTION OF TRANSVESTITES,
I'D BE ARRESTED.
NOW, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
JONATHAN.
WHAT'S MY NAME?
DADDY.
AND WHAT'S HIS NAME?
MOMMY. GOOD!
DON'T TALK TO ME.
PUT THE WIG ON.
OH, MY GOD. LOOK WHAT HE'S DONE TO YOUR HAIR.
IT'S OK, MOMMY. IT'LL GROW BACK.
DON'T CALL ME MOMMY.
NO, DO!
OH, YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. DO.
GOD, WHAT A SIGHT.
[GIGGLES]
Lucas: NO, NO, YOU'LL BE FINE.
HOPE SO.
NEVER FELT MORE DEPRESSED IN MY LIFE.
YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY, MOMMY.
I HATE WHEN SHE CALLS ME MOMMY.
LET'S HIT THE ROAD, LUCILLE.
LUCILLE?
CAN'T LEAVE IT ALONE, CAN YOU?
OH, GOD.
DID YOU TELL HER TO HURRY?
YES.
COME ON! WE GOTTA GET GOIN'!
ARE YOU DOIN' OK?
I'M OK.
YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO FATTEN UP.
YOU'RE TOO SKINNY.
I DON'T WANT A SKINNY KID.
ARE YOU STAYING WITH US?
WHERE IN THE HELL IS SHE, YOUR FATHER?
LUCILLE!
I'M COMING, I'M COMING.
YOU KNOW, IF FATE HAD BEEN A LITTLE KINDER TO ME,
I WOULD STILL BE WORKING AND LEADING A NORMAL LIFE.
LET'S GO.
INSTEAD, I'M MARRIED TO A CONVICT,
AND I HAVE A DAUGHTER NAMED JONATHAN.
COME ON, LET'S GO!
MY SHOE.
IF WE HIT A ROADBLOCK, DON'T PANIC.
LETHANDLE IT.
I WON'T PANIC. DON'T WORRY.
I'M OK NOW. WE'LL BE FINE.
LET'S JUST HOPE WE DON'T GET ARRESTED.
I REALLY DON'T WANNA GO TO JAIL IN THIS DRESS.
OW, MY STOMACH. WHAT?
I FINISHED OFF THE CAVIAR AND OYSTERS FOR BREAKFAST.
I FEEL LOUSY.
COPS. WHAT?
BEHIND US. COPS. SHIT.
WE'RE UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT. IT SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM.
GOOD.
LET'S JUST STAY CALM. GEE, I DON'T FEEL WELL.
WHAT?
I THINK I'M GETTING CARSICK.
NOT NOW!
OH, MY GOD. OH, GOD.
ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW. GET SOME FRESH AIR.
OH, I'M GONNA THROW UP.
ARE YOU GETTIN' BETTER?
NO. I'M GONNA VOMIT.
STICK YOUR HEAD OUT THE WINDOW!
MY WIG!
OH, NO! YOU MAJOR ASSHOLE!
YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME
TO STICK MY HEAD OUT THE WINDOW!
[RETCHING]
HERE.
THANK YOU.
BETTER?
YEAH.
KEEP IT. THANKS.
WE HAVE TO FIND IT.
I'LL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE LIKE THIS.
NOPE.
ALTHOUGH SOME WOMEN HAVE SHORT HAIR.
YEAH.
BUT NOT WITH THAT FACE.
YOU'RE TOO UGLY. YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT.
COME ON. WE GOTTA FIND THAT WIG.
OH, WE'LL NEVER FIND IT!
I DON'T THINK YOU HAD TO SAY ALL THAT.
ALL WHAT?
ABOUT MY APPEARANCE.
IT WASN'T REALLY NECESSARY.
YOU SAID I LOOK LIKE SHIT.
[CHUCKLES]
THERE IT IS!
[HONK HONK HONK HONK]
WHAT'S WITH THE WIG?
HMM? YOUR WIG.
IT'S A LITTLE TOO BOUFFANT, ISN'T IT?
WELL, WHY IS IT STICKING UP LIKE THAT?
HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
SHIT!
A ROADBLOCK.
OK, DON'T WORRY. DON'T PANIC.
REMEMBER, YOUR NAME IS JONATHAN.
WE'LL BE OK.
NOW, LISTEN, IF THEY ASK ANY QUESTIONS--
IF THEY ASK ANY QUESTIONS, I'M SCREWED.
NO. JUST ANSWER IN A WOMAN'S VOICE.
[HIGH VOICE] HOW'S THIS SOUND?
CAN YOU DO IT BETTER?
NO, I CAN'T DO IT BETTER.
I TOLD YOU, I DON'T HAVE A WOMAN'S VOICE.
THEY'RE DEFINITELY GONNA ARREST US FOR SURE.
GO THROUGH IT. WHAT?
GO THROUGH IT!
ARE YOU NUTS? THEY'LL SHOOT US.
I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT THEM TO GET MY LITTLE GIRL!
WE CAN MAKE IT!
AAH!
[CONTROLLED FURY] FIX YOUR WIG, DARLING.
I'M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU.
MAY I SEE YOUR LICENSE, PLEASE?
HERE.
UH, WE'RE IN A HURRY. MY WIFE'S PREGNANT.
SHE'S NOT FEELING TOO WELL.
WELL, SHE DOESN'T LOOK SO GOOD.
YOU GOING TO COUNTY GENERAL?
HUH? WAIT A MINUTE.
LARRY, MARTY.
THERE'S A YOUNG LADY READY TO GIVE BIRTH.
GIVE THEM AN ESCORT.
NO, NO, THAT'S NOT REALLY NECESSARY.
IT'LL BE SAFER.
YOU WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT LIGHTS, TRAFFIC.
GOOD LUCK, FOLKS.
[SIRENS]
WHAT DO I DO NOW, GIVE BIRTH?
LET ME THINK.
I'D LIKE TO HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER.
WELL, DON'T COUNT ON IT.
GIMME YOUR TEDDY BEAR, SWEETHEART.
THIS IS GONNA BE ONE SURPRISED OBSTETRICIAN.
WE RADIOED AHEAD.
THEY'LL BE BRINGING OUT A GURNEY.
ARE YOU DOING OK, LITTLE LADY?
DON'T BE AFRAID, MOMMY.
[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]
WHY DON'T THOSE JERKS LEAVE?
EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE, MA'AM.
JUST RELAX.
WATCH YOUR STEP, MA'AM.
I'D RATHER WALK.
JUST LIE DOWN, PLEASE.
JUST LIE DOWN.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? YOU DIDN'T HURT YOURSELF?
Orderly: THERE WE GO. THERE.
DOCTOR'S WAITING.
STOP!
I FEEL MUCH BETTER.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO MUCH.
SHE FORGETS EVERYTHING.
HOW DO YOU FEEL?
DELIVERED.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
SHORTCUT.
Lucas: WE'LL BE IN CANADA IN 10 MINUTES.
HERE WE ARE.
HELP ME OUT.
THIS IS CANADA, BABY,
SO YOU CAN CALL ME DADDY AGAIN.
NOW, THIS IS A FRIEND OF MINE IN VANCOUVER.
CALL HIM. HE'LL HELP YOU OUT.
WAIT. HERE.
THIS OUGHTA...THERE.
WELL, TAKE IT ALL.
THAT OUGHTA HOLD YOU.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, LUCAS.
DON'T SAY ANYTHING.
GO ON. CHANGE THAT TO CANADIAN.
YOU NEED GAS!
GET OUT OF THE CAR, MEG.
NOW, LISTEN TO ME, MEG.
I CAN'T STAY WITH YOU.
NOW, DON'T BE SAD.
I'LL COME VISIT. HONEST.
IT'LL BE LIKE WE NEVER WERE APART.
WE'LL HAVE LOTS OF FUN, THE THREE OF US.
OH, PLEASE, MEG, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.
I'M TRYING TO START A NEW LIFE.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
NO.
I'VE BEEN ON THE RUN TOO LONG.
I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
YOU SEE?
NO.
[CHUCKLES]
I'M GONNA MISS YOU.
I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[SIRENS]
THIS BANK IS SURROUNDED.
COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,
AND YOU WILL NOT GET HURT.
I REPEAT-- THIS BANK IS SURROUNDED!
I HAVE A HOSTAGE!
LET ME THROUGH, OR I'LL KILL HIM!
I HAVE A HOSTAGE!
MAYBE I'D BETTER STAY WITH YOU GUYS A LITTLE LONGER.