The Escape

I AM THE FLOWER ALWAYS OUT OF SEASON...

THE TREE GRIMLY HOLDING ON THE SUN´S LAST LIGHT.

LONG PALE STAFF ENDING IN SMOKE AND VOICE.

UNINVENTED FLESH AT THE EDGE OF YOUR DREAM.

BUT I AM HE WHO WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU,

IN ANY OF YOUR CLOUDS,

PLUNGING UPWARD ON HEAVEN´S WINGS AGAINST THE LAW OF RAIN.

COME ON. COME ON.

MOVE IT.

ALL RIGHT, ALREADY, MAN. ALL RIGHT.

GO.

COME ON!

GO, GO.

WHOA!

GO.

COME ON. MOVE IT OUT.

LET´S GO.

-AAAAH! -OH!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

-DON´T MOVE. -YOU GUYS, GET OVER HERE.

GET IT OFF!

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

YOU GOT A PROBLEM, CLAYTON?

MOVE IT!

-LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND. -ALL RIGHT.

-HUH? -YEAH, I´M FINE.

-SHIT. -ALL RIGHT, ON 3.

1...2...3.

WATCH IT, BOYS! WATCH IT!

-LOOK OUT FOR THE TREE! -WATCH IT! HEY, HEY, HEY!

UGH!

UNH-UNH!

THEY´RE RUNNING FOR IT!

OH, FUCK!

-SHIT. -HE´S GETTING AWAY!

GO, BROTHER!

GO, GO, GO!

-YOU WANT SOME OF THIS?! -RELAX, MAN.

GINSENG EXTRACT --

TAKES 2.8 SECONDS INTO THE BLOODSTREAM.

CHINESE USE IT AS AN APHRODISIAC.

HEIGHTENS THE SENSES -- GIVES YOU A LITTLE BUZZ, TOO.

DON´T DO IT, MAN.

I´M GOING, BROTHER.

DID YOU KNOW IT COSTS THE STATE 22 GRAND A YEAR

TO HOUSE AND FEED EACH ONE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS?

I AM JUST IN A COST-CUTTING MOOD TODAY.

A LOW-PRESSURE RIDGE

IS BUILDING IN THE MOUNTAIN REGION.

A 90% CHANCE OF --

HEY!

UGH!

LEAVE IT!

-AAAH! -THE BUS.

SHIT.

SHIT.

GOD DAMN IT!

SHIT! SHIT!

I WANT ALL THE BLAME FOR THIS TO LAND ON CLAYTON.

IF ANY OF THE PRISONERS CONTRADICT ME,

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

MAN, FELLAS!

SHERIFF LAWSON.

HICKMAN.

SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.

YOU EVER HEARD OF A LEG SHOT?

AN ESCAPING FELON, SHERIFF.

I DIDN´T HAVE ANY OTHER CHOICE.

I DON´T BELIEVE THIS SHIT.

LISTEN, WE´RE WASTING TIME.

WE GOT TO GET AFTER THIS GUY CLAYTON.

HE SET UP THE WHOLE GODDAMN DEAL.

HE USED THAT MAN AS A DIVERSION SO HE COULD HIJACK THE BUS.

TWO CHOPPERS IN THE AIR, COUNTYWIDE APB,

AND ROADBLOCKS AT EVERY HIGHWAY IN A 20-MILE RADIUS --

HE´S NOT GONNA GET VERY FAR IN A BUS.

I´M TELLING YOU, SHERIFF,

THIS IS ONE COLD-BLOODED SON OF A BITCH.

YOU´RE A FUCKING LIAR, HICKMAN.

UGH!

MOSES, GET YOUR BOYS ON THE TRUCK!

-MOVE! -YOU HEARD HIM. MOVE IT.

-SHERIFF! -WHAT IS IT?

THEY FOUND THE BUS.

IF HE´S STILL IN THAT BUS...

REMEMBER... I WANT THIS GUY ALIVE.

THIS IS THE GUARD. HE´S GONE.

[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS IN DISTANCE ]

IT´S ALL GOOD. IT´S ALL GOOD.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. CHARLES CLAYTON.

-WHOO! -YES.

THAT´S IT. YOU´RE THE MAN.

YOU´RE THE MAN. IT´S ALL GOOD.

OH, YEAH! WHOO!

SEE, THAT´S THE SHIT.

OH, DAMN, IT´S ALL GOOD.

YEAH, MY MAN.

THANK YOU.

IT´S GOOD TO BE BACK.

IT´S GOOD TO WEAR A SUIT, HMM?

THAT´S IT.

A FIREFLY DRIFTS CASUALLY THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW,

DESCENDS INTO THE CELL LIKE ONE LOST DOT OF CONFETTI.

AND WHEN IT COMES NEAR,

HE SLOWLY REACHES OUT HIS HAND

AND ROUNDS IT INTO HIS PALM...

...PEEKS INTO THE "STEEPLEST" CHURCH OF LACED FINGERS,

HOPING FOR GLARING REVELATION AS NIGHT SWELLS.

HE HOLDS THE FIREFLY DILIGENTLY, CAREFULLY,

FOR HOURS...

AND WHEN HE FINALLY OPENS UP HIS HANDS,

THEY´RE SMOOTH AND PALE...

AND EMPTY...

AND EMPTY...

AND EMPTY.

YOU´RE THE MAN!

OH, YES!

HEY! HEY, YOU! STOP!

HEY!

SHERIFF...FOUND THESE.

NORTH...NO NEWS.

THANKS.

GOT ANYTHING?

ONE OF THE DOGS JUST FOUND THESE BURIED NEAR THE TRACKS.

WHICH WAY IS THAT TRAIN HEADED?

THE MAN SAID NORTH, BORDER.

WELL, IF WE DON´T GET HIM, THEN NATURE WILL.

FUCK MOTHER NATURE.

DO YOU THINK THEY´LL KILL HIM?

HE KILLED A GUARD. IT´S THEIR WORD AGAINST OURS.

HOW LONG TILL THEY CATCH HIM, DO YOU FIGURE?

A DAY, MAYBE TWO.

DEPENDS ON THE RAIN.

24 HOURS. SHIT.

-THAT´S GOOD. -OKAY. EVERYBODY OUT.

-LET´S GO, LADIES. -LET´S GO. OUT, OUT!

MOVE THAT LINE.

-COME ON. -COME ON, NOW.

TO THE DORM, EVERYONE. LET´S GO.

LET´S GO. MOVE IT.

SHIT.

SHIT!

AAH! HELP ME, PLEASE!

AAAH!

HELP ME!

HELP!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

NO! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

-JUST CALM DOWN! -AAH! NO!

LET GO OF ME! AAH! NO!

PLEASE, MISTER, PLEASE!

PLEASE, MY CELLO! PLEASE, MISTER, HELP!

BETTER GET IN HERE AND WARM UP.

I FOUND THIS.