A Perfect World Page #2

TERRY:

Why the hell we stopping?

- You said you had a cousin near here.

- So?

So call him. See if we can shack there

till things cool down.

[CHUCKLING]

Why'd he take the keys?

So I won't leave him.

Would you leave him?

Oh, yeah.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

ON RADIO]

TERRY:

He must've moved.

Probably couldn't have heard him

anyways, my ear's still bleeding.

- You ever try that sh*t again...

- What?

What?

You were in the middle

of threatening me.

It ain't a threat.

It's a fact.

Here, kid, take the wheel.

In two seconds, I'm gonna

break your nose.

That's a threat.

And that's a fact.

I'm gonna kill you for that.

And that's a threat.

Beginning to understand

the difference?

Phillip, listen up.

I'm gonna run in and get some smokes.

- Get beer.

- Here, hold this.

- Point it right between his eyes.

- What the hell?

If he so much as moves,

you pull the trigger.

Right here, see?

Put your finger on it.

[LAUGHING]

You're a f***ing crazy man.

That's a fact.

You're getting the hang of this.

How do? Where's your sodas?

The hot ones are there. The cold ones

are in the back, in the cooler.

You ever shot a gun before, boy?

Pow!

- Knock you on your ass.

- Quiet, mister.

No....

You ain't never shot no gun before.

Living with three split-tails.

No daddy around.

You'll probably grow up queer,

you know that?

Now...

...I'm gonna lean up here

real slow and easy.

Okay?

Just so that we can talk.

There we go.

Now we can have a real man-to-man.

You are a man, now, ain't you?

- Will this do it for you?

- This and a carton of them Lucky Strikes.

Those are some real cute

little underwears you got on there, boy.

Your mama sew your name in them?

Initials or anything?

Hmm?

Let's see what you got down there.

Kind of puny, ain't it?

The hand is quicker than the eye.

Son of a b*tch.

Hell's bells, no shells.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on up here

a little closer, boy.

- Those .38 shells you got up there?

- Yeah.

Why don't you give me a box?

Agh! Goddamn! Jesus!

Jesus!

Here, boy.

All is forgiven, boy.

You best come here, boy.

You know I'm gonna find you.

Hey, boy, you best hope

I don't find you.

What're you gonna do? Hit me with it?

But you and me are friends.

[GUNSHOT]

You got a phone?

No.

Go inside, lie down till we're gone.

Well, you coming?

Get in.

[ENGlNE STARTS]

Red, l got a spot on them. A store

outside of Ben Hur, 50 miles from here.

Yeah. Well, move that, uh,

roadblock on 28850 miles north.

- Figure they got that far?

- I don't know. But they don't either.

They're just happy to be out.

This is a Sunday drive for them.

Sunday drive, I like that. l never

heard you use that one before.

Is something bothering you?

Oh, uh....

It's perhaps premature, but, um...

...do you have an auxiliary roadblock

plan for when they split up?

What makes you so sure

they're gonna split up?

If you got something in your craw,

spit it out.

Their situation

is one of accommodation.

I don't think they'll be together long.

Haynes and Pugh are opposites, right?

Haynes is a criminal's criminal.

Robbery, man-on-man confrontation.

Pugh has a rap sheet littered

with manslaughter, you name it.

- They'll split soon.

- What about the hostages?

What are they gonna do?

Flip a coin, see who gets to keep who?

It's happened before.

Either way, it's a dilemma

they'll address soon.

That's why we gotta address it now.

We don't have a dilemma.

Neither do they.

They'll get rid of one hostage and keep

the other. lf they haven't done so already.

Command, put your roadblock on 288,

north about 50 miles.

MAN [ON RADIO]:

Roger, roadblock 288, 50 miles.

ADLER:

That's right, 50 miles.

Uh-huh.

We need to talk, Chief Garnett.

You can call me Red.

Red...

...why are you so hell-bent

on embarrassing me?

I'm only hell-bent on one thing.

You get to know me...

...you'll find having a strong backside and

a good sense of humor will get you a lot.

I have a fine sense of humor. But one thing

I won't do is be your straight man...

...so you can play hero

to a bunch of morons...

...who think you're some kind

of hillbilly Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, sh*t! Damn.

Arthur Godfrey said this stuff keeps

you young. l'm not sure it's worth it.

So that's my answer?

This is your first time in the field?

I thought so.

What was you expecting anyway?

What do you think I am?

Some dumb schoolgirl...

...who's wandered

into the boys' locker room?

You're wrong. I don't mean to boast...

...but I happen to be one of the two

most intelligent people in this fiasco.

That's not what I asked.

I asked what you're expecting.

I expected to be allowed to do the job

assigned to me by the governor.

I like the governor. He and I go

quail hunting at least once a year.

But he knows that win, lose or draw,

this is my ship. Understand?

Yeah, l got that.

You know what that is? That's anarchy.

And l call that horseshit,

to use a cowboy colloquialism.

No, I'll tell you what's horseshit.

Horseshit is responsibility.

That's the guy who has sleepless nights,

the guy who has the ulcers.

If this thing goes bloody,

the governor, he loses a few votes.

Me, I'm the one who....

I'll tell you what. You see me making

a wrong move, go ahead and speak up.

I might not agree with you, but I'll listen.

As for wounded pride, I'll buy

all the drinks when this is over...

...but right now l got better things

to think about. That fair?

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

- Good. So who's the other one?

- Other one?

If you're one of the two brains,

who's the other one?

Haynes. We tested him in prison.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY

ON RADIO]

PHILLIP:

Thank you.

Are you gonna shoot me?

No! Hell, no.

Me and you are friends.

If I was choosing a running buddy,

I'd take you over him any day of the week.

- We got a positive ID?

- Yes, sir. Only the boy is hostage.

Not five minutes ago,

we found this here.

RED:

Yeah.

At least now we know who's in charge.

Hey. You ever ridden

in a time machine before?

- You have. What do you think this is?

- A car.

You're looking at this bass-ackwards.

This is a 20th century time machine.

I'm the captain

and you're the navigator.

Out there, that's the future.

And back there, well, that's the past.

If life's moving too slow, you wanna

project yourself into the future...

...you step on the gas right here.

See?

Ha, ha.

And if you want to slow her down,

hell, you just step on the brake here...

...and you slow her down.

This is the present, Phillip.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

[LAUGHING]

Yes, sir, we're time-traveling

through Texas.

We gotta find us a Ford. My daddy

always drove Fords, you know that?

That's an intercom speaker system.

Now, you can get and give information

to and from the rear vehicle.

- Uh-huh. How's it work?

- Well, you press the power button.

But if you've got

the volume turned up....

[lNTERCOM SQUEALS]

Bradley, dang it!

You will blow the speakers.

My God....

There.

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