Nowhere to Run

Are you okay? Sure? Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah, go check the son of a bitch out in the car.

Go on.

Buddy. Are you okay? Fine. But thanks for asking.

Get your goddamn hands off me. Open the door.

Don't go for the shotgun. Just open the door.

My leg!

It's broken.

Come here.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Move. You know the routine, old man. Hands behind your back.

Arms behind your back and walk.

My leg. Move aside.

My arm.

What's broken, your arm or your leg?

Your face.

Come on. Let's go. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Okay. Let them all go.

Bring his fat ass back here. Do it!

Come on. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

- Come on, get up! - Come on.

Come on. Get up here. Come here, goddamn it.

- Come on. Come on, move it! - Get me out of here!

- Get out! - Move it!

Unh!

Shit! Shit!

Steal the car, go to hell.

Shit.

Hey, buddy.

Whoo! Let's go. Come on.

Whoo! I told you I'd get you out. I did it.

Ugh!

Billy! Oh, God. Oh, God.

It should have been me in jail. Not you. It should have been me.

Do you forgive me?

I forgive you, Billy.

I'm glad, man.

I couldn't...

I couldn't have that hanging over me for the rest of my life.

Billy...

You think that ought to hold you?

And some whisky.

I wouldn't sell meat without whisky.

What are you doing up this way? Hunting.

In a suit?

Heh. What kind of hunting? Pink flamingos.

State police have rounded up 12 of the 18 prisoners

in yesterday's prison bus escape.

Authorities said that the six prisoners still unaccounted for

are to be considered possibly armed and dangerous.

The bus... You ever see any pink flamingos?

No, sir.

Never have,

never will.

You sure?

Yes, sir.

How much?

- Do we have to go now? - Yes.

Thanks for leaving me this mess.

You're welcome.

And you didn't make your beds. Nope.

Mommy, can we get another dog?

We'll see, honey.

Night-night. Night-night.

You too, pal.

Good night, Morn. Good night.

Sleep well.

Who named God "God"?

God did.

God named God "God"? Mm-hm.

Why didn't he name himself Torn or Charlie?

Can I put some salt on this, Morn?

It's okay.

It's okay. It's all right.

That's the dynamite again, huh?

Yes.

Okay, honey. It's okay. Just eat your breakfast.

Where's the salt, Mom?

It doesn't need any salt, Mookie. Come on. Just a little.

Bree, did you move the salt shaker? No.

I don't believe this.

E.T. took it. He did. Mookie.

He was here. I heard him.

When? Last night.

E.T.'s make-believe, honey. He is not. He was here, Mom.

Mookie, you've got to stop making things up.

I'm not. You are. Please stop it!

"“World's greatest dad."

Hey, Sam, this is me, Billy. I wish I can be there to split all that money.

But I guess if you're listening to this, then it's all yours now, right? Heh.

Well, you deserve it, man. Being in prison all that time because of me.

Hey, I wonder which way I'm headed.

Either way, up or down, I guess I got a fifty-fifty chance of meeting Elvis, huh? Heh, heh.

How do you like that suit I picked out for you?

Anyhow, lay low and don't go getting into things the way you sometimes do.

Oh, and, Sam,

I'm glad I knew you.

Come in.

Oh, come in, Lonnie. Come in, come in.

I want you to meet Mr. Dunston.

Lonnie Poole. Hey.

He'll be taking care of certain aspects of security and surveying.

Hey, well, don't mind me.

I already briefed Mr. Dunston on the situation here.

So how are things with Mrs. Anderson?

She's hardheaded but we're gonna work it out.

We're gonna need her parcel

and the Lewis place next to her.

Well, it's 120 acres in the middle of the development.

I know that, Mr. Hale.

We gotta go forward without them.

What's your security training, Mr. Dunston?

Cleveland Police Department.

Why did you leave?

Pick a card.

Heh, heh, heh. Take it. Take it.

Oh, go on. Pick a card.

You got it? Yeah.

All right, put it back in the deck.

Let me ask you a question, Lonnie.

This Anderson woman, you fucking her?

None of your goddamn business. Who is this guy?

Didn't mean anything by it. I don't have to take this shit.

I didn't mean anything by it, man. I'm sorry.

Hey.-

Was that your card? No.

No?

I must be slipping.

Lonnie, why don't you go back to work.

Hey, good to meet you, Lonnie. Sorry about that.

You know, I'm not too optimistic about our young friend's success.

Some of these landowners can be hard nuts to crack.

Then we use a hammer.

That was nice.

It was.

He come to see you again?

I don't wanna talk about this, Lonnie.

You know they're blasting over at the Braemer's again.

Turn the whole thing into a lake. I know. My whole house shakes.

So what?

Well, these people,

when they want something, they can play rough.

What are you saying? I worry about you.

I live here.

They don't scare me.

You're something, you know that?

I'll see you.

I'm not gonna give up my home.

E.T., is that you?

How come you didn't throw the ball back?

Did you come down from outer space?

No.

How come you've got a gun?

Are you a bad guy?

No.

You like boobs?

Sometimes.

I think they're gross. I think they're totally gross.

My name is Mike.

But everybody calls me Mookie. What's your name?

Sam.

Well, see you tomorrow, Sam, okay?

I may not be here tomorrow.

Don't you know how to start a fire?

You have to let the air get in or it's not going to burn.

Going to cook something? A steak.

Let me have it. I'll cook it for you.

Shit.

Mookie?

Oh, God. Do you have to ruin everything?

I can be here. You're not the boss of me.

This is my sister, Bree. This is Sam.

I'm going to cook him a steak.

Me and my dad, when we go camping, he let me be the cook.

You don't remember that. Yes, I do.

You were too little. Morn said.

I remember.

Where's your dad now?

Dead. He had a "nurdism."

An aneurysm. Don't you even know anything?

He's in the cemetery. He's a skeleton.

He is not.

Mookie? Bree?

Well, we've gotta go. Bye, Sam.

Hey.-

Don't tell anyone you saw me here, okay?

Why not?

Because he doesn't want us to, all right?

Come on.

I'm gonna tell Mom.

You better not, I'll tell Morn you smoke.

I do not. You do now.

Mommy,

what happened to him?

No!

No! No!

No! No!

- Get away! - Mommy.

Morn. Mom, who are these guys?

Stay down. Stay down. Get out of the truck.