You ready to get into some britches?
All right, then, let's go.
First, we gotta come up with some a.k.a.'s. You know, fake identities.
Names to call each other when we're around other folks.
You go ahead and you think one up.
-Whatever name you want -Any name I want?
Any name you want.
Well, hello there, and welcome to Friendly's.
Looks like he needs some pants.
As a matter of fact, shoes and new skivvies too. He'll tell you his size.
Go with the lady, Buzz.
-Buzz -Buzz. Go with the lady.
Buzz, what a cute little name. Like a bee.
Oh, look, a friendly ghost. Say "Boo."
Boo.
Not very scary. But you'll have a whole year to work on it.
It's a good price too. What did you go as this year?
A bandit.
Oh, shit!
-Pete -Yeah?
This is Terrance. I think I got it.
-What do you think? -Look good.
Will that be all for you today, sir?
You folks are about the grinningest bunch I ever seen.
Mr. Willits holds a contest every month.
The friendliest employee gets a $20 bonus.
Pete, I'm all set down here. You?
Copacetic. Let's just keep him tied up till the state boys get here.
The hunt continues for Butch Haynes¡­.
¡­. who escaped from the security unit over in Huntsville.
Haynes, 6'1 ", 185 pounds with brown hair, is armed and dangerous.
-He was last seen in¡­ -Here are the clothes.
Buzz has his heart set on a Halloween costume for next year. It's half off.
-four miles south of Desdemona. Complicating attempts to catch him¡­.
¡­. Haynes has an 8-year-old boy with him as hostage.
Authorities have found the slain body¡­.
We'll get it next time. Go wait in the car, son.
-hostage taken by Haynes and his fellow escapee, Terry Pugh.
Billings' body was found in the trunk of his car.
The car, used in the prison escape¡­.
¡­. was discarded near a farm where another car was stolen this morning.
The stolen car is a yellow Ford sedan.
Anyone who spots it should contact law enforcement officials.
As we reported earlier, the body of Terry Pugh¡­.
You're truly the friendliest clerk I ever met.
Thank you for shopping Friendly's.
Copy, 149, hold your 20.
Damn!
What the¡­. What the hell?!
He's coming back!
Get out of there! We can't lose both vehicles!
I knew something was wrong from the get-go.
Look, he left his little boy!
He's got the Casper costume! He stole it!
Buzz, you little shit! Shoplifting is a crime!
Up to you, Buzz!
You'll never get away with this, you little mister!
You ain't so friendly.
Take them nasty skivvies off, put these jeans on.
-What do you got there? -A ghost suit.
From the store?
You kiped it?
Well, hell, Phillip, put it on.
You ain't mad?
Let's understand each other. Stealing's wrong, okay?
But if there's something you need bad and you ain't got the money¡­.
¡­.it's okay to take a loaner on the item.
It's what you call an exception to the rule.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You don't want to get undressed in front of me?
You embarrassed because I might see your pecker?
It's¡­.
¡­.puny.
-What? -It's puny.
Who told you that?
Let me see.
Go on, I'll shoot you straight.
Hell, no, Phillip. It's a good size for a boy your age.
Here they come.
He bought some tape, rope, and clothes for the kid.
The kid could have gotten away, but he didn't.
-Probably scared to death -Well, one more thing.
-The kid stole a Halloween outfit -So they're a team.
With a pit stop in Noodle, they're heading for the Panhandle.
-There's more roads than people there -How?
Poor counties. They half-finish a road, start another.
If anybody knows them back roads, it's Red.
Okay¡­.
¡­.so¡­.
¡­.I'm Robert Haynes. Everybody calls me Butch. I was born in Amarillo¡­.
¡­.but grew up in the French Quarter in New Orleans.
What's she doing, Red?
I killed a man when I was 8.
How did you kill him?
Shot him with a.38. There was always one lying around the dance hall.
That's what they called it, but it was a brothel. We lived there.
-What did the authorities do? -Victim was wanted by the locals¡­.
¡­.so the whole thing got swept under the carpet, Cajun-style.
They didn't even send him to the juvie?
Put me in school. I was three years behind, but I catch up.
-Things are going pretty good now -Yeah, they are for a while.
-And when I'm 12, Mama dies -What happened?
Delilah Jane Haynes hung herself in the bathroom of the whorehouse.
Post-mortem check uncovered last-stage syphilis.
-Where's your father? -Nobody knows where he is.
Ditched when I was 6. He was a small-time felon.
Popped back up after Mama died.
He'd just been put on parole, so he moves us back to Amarillo.
-A year later, I'm back in trouble -Kill somebody else?
Saw a Ford coupe I couldn't resist. So I took her for a spin.
-Hell, that ain't no big deal -That's what I thought.
But the judge didn't. I got four years in Gatesville, toughest juvie in Texas.
That's where he learned to be a criminal. We've seen that before.
Butch, why don't you tell us where you're headed¡­.
¡­.and save us some trouble.
See, you missed it. Because where I'm going¡­.
¡­.isn't near as important as why I'm going there.
Shit! Because I'm running, they're chasing¡­.
¡­.I'd just as soon go north, as south, as east, as west.
It's a fun little game¡­.
¡­.but right now, Haynes doesn't have any idea where he's headed.
Hold your pointing finger along the line of the road, okay?
Okay, you got three lines on a finger, don't you?
Each one's an inch. So how many inches to Childress?
One¡­.
¡­.two¡­.
Six.
You're a hell of a navigator, Phillip!
A lot smarter than Terry.
Of course, who you gonna brag to about that?
Lookie there!
-What is it? -It's kind of like a silver whale.
And there's people inside, just like old Jonah in the Bible.
Go like this, maybe they'll honk back at us.
-What do you think? -Well, okay, do it.
The boy stole a Halloween costume?
-Which one? -It was Casper the Friendly Ghost.
-That was them passing us! -What?!
-That was them! -Turn around!
Bradley, turn around!
It's not safe to do more than 65 with this much load.
They're coming fast.
Get down in the seat and lay down.
-Why? -Hell, I don't know.
Because I said so.
You're burning her up!
Hold on.
-Come on! -Take that wide!
-What're you doing? -I'm following the fugitive, fool!
What are you doing now?
Uh, Red¡­.
Shit.
Red?
Red's gonna be pissed now.
Oh, God!
Are you trying to kill us?!
Shit.
Yeah.
-Oh, my God -Idiot!
Red, they wanna know if the boy looked okay.
-He was laughing and waving -Don't tell them that.
No.
-They said the boy looked A-Okay -Well, that's great.
He'll be fine, Mrs. Perry.
This'll be over before you know it.
You'll be home with your boy. I promise.
I want you to know that I've okayed the use¡­.
¡­.of a new high-tech mobile home from which to conduct this manhunt.
It's an amazingly futuristic piece of law enforcement equipment.
Started this road 20 years ago. Still ain't finished.
It appears to me we got a decision to make.
It's up to you.
We can backtrack to the highway or we can try it on foot.
Where are we going?
It's Alaska, Phillip.
Last of the wild frontier.
-It's pretty -It's beautiful.
-You ever been there? -No.
I just got the one postcard.
But anyhoo, back to our present dilemma.
-You feel like a hike? -How far?
Can't be more than, say¡­.
¡­.1500 miles.
You're probably right. Go give our supplies a check.
-What's it look like? -A soda, some gum, and half a MoonPie.
Rations for one, at best.
Come on.
Red!
The governor insists on having the trailer back for the parade tomorrow.
Tell him to come get it.
Yes, sir.
-Where are we going? -We're going trick-or-treating.
-What's the matter? -We're not allowed to trick-or-treat.
Huh?
My mama doesn't allow it.
-Trick-or-treating? Why not? -Against our religion.
It's against your¡­. What kind of foolishness is that?
Jehovah's Witness.
Now, Phillip, I'm asking you.
I ain't asking your mother or Jehovah.
You wanna go trick-or-treating or not?
Okay, all you gotta do is knock on the door.
And when they answer it, you say, "Trick or treat." Got it?
Now, wait till they come.
Now, Phillip.
Trick or treat.
If you ain't the cutest little ghost I ever did see.
-Say it again -Trick or treat, ma'am.
Since Halloween was yesterday, you're gonna have to trick me.
And you missed them caramel popcorn balls I made up special.
Just wait right here.
Perfect.
-What do you say, Phillip? -Thank you.
Never underestimate the kindness of the common man, Phillip.
You sure there's no meat in there?
Spam maybe? Vienna sausage, anything like that?
Nothing.
-Can you make some mustard sandwiches? -Yes, sir.
Well, go to it.
Here, you can spread it with that.
Yeah, that one's mine.
Be right back.
Don't be stingy with that mustard, now.
Hold it right there. You can go.
Butch!
-Phillip! -Butch, help!
-Grab the kids. Quick! Run! -Phillip!
Forget the car, Bob.
It's only got 1000 miles on it!
-Phillip, hit the brake! -Butch!
Oh, my!
-Bad brakes -That was close.
Bob Fielder.
Edgar Poe.
That scared me silly. You know, I just had her a couple months.
-Yeah, she's a beaut, all right -Yeah?
Bob, what with my brake problem, I'd appreciate a lift.
Me and my boy live about five miles up the road.
-I could pick up the car when l¡­ -Butch!
The brake, Phillip!
Step on the brake!
Hell of a job, Phillip! Never had a doubt!
You all right? I'd be happy to move the kids there.
No trouble at all, Bob. No trouble at all.
Thank you, sir.
All right, thank you.
Can I see your license, sir?
All right, thank you very much. Bye, now.
-Can I see your license, please? -What's the problem, officer?
We got an escaped convict. Have a nice trip.
Okay, thanks.
-We got two cars at your disposal -They got two cars they can give us.
Have them hold tight. I think we got the best seat in the house right here.
Tell those roadblocks to call in dogs and move north.
We'll check every road and every farm between San Angelo and Sweetwater.
There's my Geritol.
-Patsy, look at what you're doing -Oh, no. Here.
Look at what you did!
What is wrong with you?I told you! Look at me.
I told you twice not to jump up and down, didn't I? Now, didn't I?
It's all over your father's new car!
Just get your bottom there and stay, both of you!
It's okay, sugar. Daddy still loves you.
-So much for the new car smell -All right!
This'll be fine right here, Bob.
But I do have one more favor to ask.
Just a loaner, Bob. Not to worry.
You'll get her back.
It's new, so if you'd keep it under 45 for 500 miles, I'd appreciate it.
You know I will, Bob.
-They look funny -Maybe.
But Bob did the right thing.
What if he'd put up a fight?
I might've had to shoot him. Where would that family be then?
No, Bob's a fine family man.
That's about the best thing a fella can hope to be.
Hold on, we're almost there.
Keep together.
Got through at Aspermont. Coerced a motorist.
Damn. Call Amarillo and tell them we got a notion they're headed that way.
Okay, Red.
Tell you the truth, I hope they make it over the border. Let the feds take it.
I got things I could be doing. I'm hungry. We got any food?
-I don't know. Let me look -Sir?
-Red, they got T-bones in the fridge -Those were ordered special for¡­.
-And Tater Tots! -He might not approve of this.
That so?
I do like Tater Tots.
Can't find a coon-ass waltz to save my ass.
That stuff you told me about not trick-or-treating because of Jehovah¡­.
¡­.was you pulling my leg?
No, sir.
-What else ain't you supposed to do? -We don't get Christmas.
-You're shitting me -No birthdays, nor parties neither.
You've never been to a carnival neither, have you?
No.
-Cotton candy? -Seen that once. It's¡­.
¡­.red.
No, it's not, it's pink.
Never ate none though.
-Roller coasters? -Seen pictures.
You have a goddamn American right to eat cotton candy, ride roller coasters.
I do?
Hell yes, you do.
Faster, Butch! Faster!
Faster!
Yeah!
Come on, Butch, faster!
Yes, sir.
-You fellas dig in now -All right.
It's hot.
You think you're pretty smart, now, don't you?
Excuse me?
Well, you ain't smart, but, goddamn, you are pretty.
Please.
I think business and pleasure should just naturally mix, don't you?
I mean, take me. I love my work.
So did Hitler.
Goddamn, you got a mouth on you.
How do you like your steak, Sally?
Rare.
Good. I'll wipe its ass, herd it through, and you can tear off a slab.
On second thought, medium rare.
I don't care who you work for.
You're here for one reason only. You hear me?
Anything else, chief?
Yeah.
You're in my office. Get out.
Here you go.
Thank you, Father, for your bountiful nature and goodness.
Amen.
Now, dig in, Buzz.
We call him that because he eats like a buzzard.
If it's dead, he'll swoop and chow.
You Dottie?
Eileen. Dottie died.
Her son runs the place, but¡­.
¡­.he ain't never here.
Never?
He leaves around 4. You know, not much traffic after lunch.
If you need me, I'll be right over here.
Eat your food.
-Buzz, you can eat mine if you want -No, thank you.
Very polite.
Well, I try hard but, you know, since his mama died¡­.
My mama's not dead.
Okay, Buzz, go on out in the parking lot and chuck some rocks.
So is she dead or not?
Well, his biological mother is alive.
She gave him up for adoption to me and my wife.
My dead wife, that is.
She is¡­. was Phil¡­.
Buzz's stepmother. So she's his mom.
Was his mom.
Stepmom.
But she's dead.
I am so sorry.
Nosy little fella.
Get in the car.
You mad at me?
No.
You kissed her, huh?
Just barely.
Why?
Because it feels good.
-Ain't you seen your mama kiss a man? -No.
You kissed her backside, huh?
Well, it's kind of hard to explain, l¡­.
I know how it must've looked.
-Hell, I don't know how it looked -Do you love her?
-Who? -The lady who cooked the hamburger.
Yeah, Phillip.
Yeah, I love her.
I kissed her butt, didn't I?
If things go our way¡­.
¡­.we'll be in Alaska in four or five days.
Get the jump on winter.
What's wrong?
I want to go home.
-Then why didn't you stay at the store? -Because.
-Because why? -Because I stole.
They'll put me in jail. I'll probably go to hell.
Same difference, Phillip.
Same difference.
We'll get you home soon.
I swear, okay?
-Butch? -Yeah.
I can drive.
Done proved that, ain't you? There's lots and lots of stuff you can do.
Lots and lots of stuff. Reach in that glove box there.
See if Bob's got a notepad or something.
Good old Bob.
-Can you write? -I can print.
Good enough.
Make a list of everything you ever wanted to do but wasn't allowed to.
Like what?
Like¡­.
¡­.cotton candy.
Cotton candy.
Hell, I don't know, it's your list.
-Butch? -Yeah.
How do you spell "rocket ship"?
I'll let those fellas get a little more shut-eye.
A few more hours of it, anyway.
We'll get the patrol cars in the morning and head up the Panhandle.
Does that bring back any memories?
You got a file on me too?
Hey, it's the '60s, Red. They got a file on everybody, right?
Just because it's written down, that don't mean it's true.
True, absolutely.
But you did work as county sheriff in Amarillo and Austin¡­.
¡­.before you became a Ranger.
Right so far?
Haynes' juvenile court record lists you as amicus curiae:
Evidence given by a non-party with the intention of swaying the judge.
Usually it comes in written form, but there was no copy attached.
Silence.
Okay. At least tell me why Haynes did four years for a joyride, huh?
What about probation?The boy had a home, a father.
What do your files say about him?
It says he was a thief who did some time, got out and stayed pretty clean.
Your precious files are wrong.
Okay.
So tell me the truth.
Haynes' old man, he was a career criminal¡­.
¡­.with a soft spot for whores. One thing's for sure¡­.
¡­.he beat the hell out of anything he ever came across, screwed or fathered.
If l¡­.
If the judge had let the boy go with him¡­.
¡­.he'd have a rap sheet as long as your arm within a year.
Gatesville isn't so bad.
I've known kids there who straightened up.
One even became a priest.
I don't get it.
Well, you don't get it.
In Texas, the bottom line is who you know and what they owe you.
That's how I do my job. It's how you got your job.
You are tough, aren't you?
I bought that judge a T-bone, and I told him to send the boy up.
I told him it was the right thing to do.
The judge went with me, right down the line.