Road to Nowhere

Bad news. He's definitely escaped.

And one guard didn't clock out this morning.

Great. I knew this was gonna end in overtime.

Thanks, Helen.

Okay, everyone, it's official.

I haven't got time to read all that. Tell me about Peter Reece.

By all accounts, a model inmate. Kept himself to himself.

According to the prison governor,

Reece is intelligent, manipulative and extremely dangerous.

Sounds like my type of guy.

Family background?

His only living relative is his sister, Elise Reece.

Care of the Haydon Farlow Home. It's a foster home, down by the...

Yeah, yeah. I know where it is.

No-one else? Wife, lover, best friend?

Only the sister. I can't trace anyone else.

Where did he live before he went inside?

With his parents, ma'am. - What happened to them?

He killed them. That's why he was banged up for...

For twenty-five years. Okay, obviously not our standard villain.

Fruitcake with a brain.

Right, Dave, what do you suggest we do?

Get some men to guard the sister. - And?

Contact the press. Brief the radio and TV people.

Put blocks in all the roads out of the capital.

If he gets on the motorway, we'd widen the search by 600 miles.

Yeah. Right, I want a house-to-house.

And Bill, make sure the guards at the foster home are armed.

Yes, ma'am.

What you doin' here? My relief's not due till midnight.

It's only ten-thirty.

Your watch must be up the creek, sunshine.

That's the real time.

Elise. Ellie!

Ssh, don't say anything.

Peter! - It's all right.

You're not dreaming. It is me.

But, Peter, how did you...? - Never mind that.

All that matters is I've come for you, just as I promised.

But they won't let me out of here. - Yes they will.

Now hurry up, pack some clothes. You won't need much.

Nine-thirty...

That means it's... five-thirty?

Six-thirty? - No. four-thirty a.m.!

Hmm?

You've spent so long letting your computers do your thinking,

you don't know how to add anymore.

Byron, listen.

You've done nothing but talk about the States ever since we got here.

Now enjoy yourself. Please.

It's just that Henderson will be chairing

that meeting on the mainframe today,

and I wish I was there.

I wish... - Ssh. I know.

You think it's your baby.

Think you should be there. But, Byron, listen.

We're here to enjoy ourselves, okay? - All right, all right.

No more talk about home.

Who could resist this place?

Hasn't stopped raining since we got here,

the sheep are friendlier than the people...

...and now we're freezing our butts off

in the middle of nowhere.

Terrific.

We now have an up-to-date report on the recent escape

from the Byfield Secure Unit.

The man has been identified as Peter Reece.

He was serving a twenty-five-year sentence for double homicide.

It is believed he's fled the capital,

and the public are urged not to approach him

as he is armed and extremely dangerous.

Please don't get in one of your moods, Peter!

You know I don't believe the horrible things they say about you.

What's the joke?

I was just thinking about us.

Remembering silly things,

like when you made me that go-kart and the wheels fell off.

You never let me forget it. You was convinced I was trying to kill ya.

I know you'd never do that.

This is better than being in that home, isn't it, princess?

Yeah.

But they were really quite good to me.

I used to go to the cinema all the time.

So you could meet boys there?

No!

But we'd often end up in this little pub,

and I'd have a glass of dry white wine.

Terribly chic, just like in the films.

Where we're going, we can spend all day drinking vino,

with long siestas in the afternoon.

Will it be sunny? - Every day of the year.

I'll love that.

Whatever you want, Ellie.

So you won't have to hurt any more people, will you, Peter?

I hate that.

Hey! It's me, Peter! Not some nutter.

Right, first things first. The latest...

Good morning, ma'am!

Yes, sorry. Good morning, everyone.

Morning.

Right, what have we got?

One escaped psychopath,

one torched patrol car and three dead police officers.

And now, one missing sister. God knows what he could do to her.

You must read this.

Okay, Reece is highly unstable,

but I don't think he'll lay a finger on his sister.

Well, not to harm her, anyway.

Gets better every minute. Do we know what car he's got?

Well, you know he torched the patrol car that he stole?

Cut the shit. Do we know what car he's driving?

No.

Terrific.

So, what else do we have?

Great.

- Hey, sweetie. - Hi.

Couldn't find any Doritos or Twinkies or anything. So, you want some?

Chocolate? English junk food? - Yeah.

Come on! We're here to see the cathedral, anyway.

But I'm hungry.

- Hey, have a nice day! - Yeah, sure will.

Even the natives are out to get me.

Did that nasty man scare you, sweetie?

He is kinda big.

Come on.

- Honey, over here. - Coming.

Don't pay any attention to him.

Small town, small mentality...

Big muscles... Hey, look at this!

Hey, don't sound too interested,

or I'll think you're starting to enjoy yourself.

You know, I thought we bought enough food for the week,

but now I'm not so sure.

There's plenty of steak in the freezer.

Cute. Very cute.

Honey, how were they supposed to know you were vegetarian?

No! Don't put your shoes on the table.

What? - It's bad luck.

Who says? - My grandmother.

So what are we going to have for dinner?

Well, when you were buying those tacky little ceramic things

for mom and dad,

I booked us a quiet little table for two

in that restaurant in town.

You didn't?

Sweetheart!

There's a lot of things about the guy you married you don't even know yet.

Yeah? Such as?

His almost legendary resourcefulness in a crisis.

And what are the others? - I'll think of something.

Aw, shit.

Just the Ohio State game just started ten minutes ago.

Aww, poor baby!

Stay in your cars, please!

Keep in line.

Stay in your cars.

Stay in your cars, please.

I'm hungry, Peter. - Shut up!

I'm sorry.

Come on, this way.

I'm really hungry. - Here, take this.

Police checkpoints on every road. Won't need to buy any more fuel.

We'll go the nearest village, then just keep walking.

It's not far to the coast. - I'll get some food in the village.

Is that all you can think about? Didn't they feed you in that place?

Of course they did! Bread and water once a week.

"Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey..."

"Along came a spider and sat down beside her...

"and chased Miss Muffet away"!

Buy whatever you want. But don't talk to anyone.

It's not safe for either of us.

When will we be safe? - When we leave the country.

Somewhere where it's sunny every day?

That's right.

Somewhere we can be together.

Just nipping out for a burger. Do you want anything?

No thanks, Helen. I actually made myself some sandwiches today.

Cottage cheese and salad. - Well done!

Helen, did you manage to get a recent photograph of Elise Reece?

That one Records sent through was no bloody good at all.

Well, I expect she's changed quite a bit

since she was three-and-a-half.

Yeah.

No, I was hoping to get one from the foster home,

but it looks like Reece got there first.

Well, when he broke in, he took all her records.

He's totally obsessed with his sister.

I don't think he'd want anyone even looking at a photo of her.

What a sicko.

Well, keep trying.

Erm, school snaps, friends... You know the score.

Right you are. - And Helen?

Get us a cheeseburger. Stuff the diet.

Megan.

What are you doing?

Hubba-hubba, what a babe.

You voyeur!

I love when you talk French to me, ma chérie!

Get outta here! - Whoo! Whoo!

Hey! Hey, look! I'm sorry about this morning.