Out of Bounds

[LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR RADIO]

Is anybody there?

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Daryl has to work!

[CAR HORN BLARING; WHOOPING AND HOLLERING]

Step on it! Yeah!

Let me tell you something.

This damn farm's done pretty well by you and that boy.

I want to sell the place.

Well, just who is going to buy it?

I don't care.

You don't want Daryl to go to Los Angeles, do you?

Hell no, I need him to work the farm!

You didn't want Tommy to leave either.

You wanted him to waste his life here just like we did.

This farm has fed and raised

them two boys and Tommy up and left

and you want Daryl to do the same thing.

I want Daryl to have a better life than we did.

I don't want him to go.

I don't care what you want.

I care about the boy's future.

We have used our life's savings

trying to keep this place going.

Now, I am sick of you, I'm sick of this place

and I'm getting out before I'm too old to start over.

I know it's me you're really sick of.

Well, by God, that goes two ways.

Tommy's gone, Daryl's leaving and so are you.

By God, it doesn't leave me much choice.

I'm getting the hell out, too.

Honey, I want you to write down this number.

816...

-Where is it? -Missouri.

I'm going there for a while.

Write down this number.

Area code 816

555-3002.

Daryl.

In case you get hungry along the way.

Whatever happens, I'll always love you.

-Where are you going, Dad? -Camping.

-For how long? -A little while.

You, uh, you got enough money, son?

Yeah, I got money.

You know...

sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to.

God knows, I wish they did.

Yeah.

Will passenger Daryl Cage

please identify himself to the flight attendant

in the forward cabin.

-Mr. Cage? -Yeah.

Why don't you come with me?

I want you so bad.

[JET ENGINES ROARING; TIRES SCREECH ON LANDING]

We've landed.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've landed...

Must have been some wild dream.

What was it about?

Come on, you can tell me.

I mean, I have really strange dreams all the time.

I have a reoccurring nun dream.

These nuns are chasing me through a tunnel

and when we come out through the other side, they're penguins.

Welcome to Los Angeles International.

Please remain seated until the captain

has turned off the seatbelt sign.

You're sure quiet. That's okay.

I don't like people who talk all the time.

-I'm an actress. -Mm?

Mm. Did you ever see Massacre in Blood City?

-No. -No?

Cycle Sluts from Hell?

-No, ma'am. -No, ma'am?

-No, ma'am. -Where are you from?

Iowa.

-Life's a bitch, ain't it? -Sometimes.

- -

I can't tell you what a great experience

it has been talking to you.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen...

-Yeah, you too. -See you later! Bye!

...this is the termination of Flight 818

from New York and Cedar Rapids.

Uh, hey, you, uh...

Oh thanks! Jeez.

Hey! Hey! There's $50 missing!

No, I'm joking! Lighten up.

So look, um, if you get bored while you're here,

why don't you drop in and see me?

I work at the Beanery.

Uh, what's your name, by the way?

-It's Dizz. -Hey...

Um...

I'm going to be here in Los Angeles all summer.

Oh, you are?

Could turn out to be a real hot one.

Hi.

Baggage from New York- Cedar Rapids, Flight 818,

and also New Orleans, Flight 7,

are both available for passenger pick up on Carousel 1.

Daryl! -Hey, man.

-It's good to see you. -Thanks.

-This is my wife, Crys. -Hi, how are you? Good to see you.

-Hi! Tommy talks about you all the time. -Oh, does he?

-Yeah, you've grown up. -What can I do, man?

I used to sling this kid over my shoulder. Heh.

-Did you have a good flight? -Uh, yeah, it was okay.

-You look great. -Thanks.

Baggage from New York- Cedar Rapids, Flight 818,

and also New Orleans, Flight 7, are both...

Do you have anything else? -Grab that one there.

Great. That's it.

All right, let's get out of here.

Okay, you're okay. Thank you.

Sir, your stubs don't match.

Hey, slow down, man!

There it is. The dream house.

I built it from scratch.

So, uh, what do you think? I built this for you.

Ta-da! It's your own private place.

You can't even see it from the street.

You two go ahead. You got a lot of

catching up to do.

-Good night. -Good night.

Good night. See you later.

Come on. Get in there.

-How'd De Witt do this year? -Three and eight.

-That's not bad. -Yeah, it is.

-You never lost one, though, did you? -No.

Badass.

Still wearing the ring?

Heh. Yeah, I am.

You never missed a game, did you?

No.

-How are things at home? -Pretty bad.

Mom left.

Dad went away.

Well, I guess it was just a matter of time, huh?

I guess.

-How come you left, man? -I left for a lot of reasons.

I wanted you to come here and live with us,

after we got married.

But Mom and Dad said no.

They never told me that.

I guess they were afraid to lose their last son.

Tom...

I want to tell you some things.

Nothing bad, just...

Hey, look, it's okay.

Um, I guess we could talk about it in the morning.

We're just glad you're here with us.

I love you, man.

Holy shit.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Tommy! Tommy!

Some weird stuff's happened.

There's some crazy stuff in my bag. Where are you?

Hey, Crys!

Tommy?

Hey, Cage! Your septic tank's overflowing.

I didn't do it!

Hey, what are you doing?!

187 at 439 Valleyheart.

Male Caucasian, 18 to 20, light hair, blue jacket.

Fled the scene on foot. Considered armed and dangerous.

Operator.

Yes, police, this is an emergency.

Police emergency. Where are you calling from?

I don't know.

Go on, get out of here!

Freeze! Put your hands over your head!

-Look out! He's got a gun! -No!

-Get the hell out of here! -Sure!

[SIREN BLARING; TIRES SQUEALING]

No!

I'm sorry about that gun.

It's just something I had to do.

Hey, I'm really lost here, man. Should I...

Do you think I should go to the police?

Are you out of your fucking skull?