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But the most intriguing

speculations

are made about their method

of communication... telepathy.

Recently a coalition of groups

dedicated to the study

- of extraterrestrial life...

- Listen to this now.

...reported an alarming spike

in cases

consistent with the established

Jangling theory.

If their existence

proves to be real,

the question remains, are

they here as friend or foe?

Foe, pretty clearly foe.

This guy actually named

himself Ill Dr. Phil?

Ill Dr. Phil

is his call sign.

If his actual identity

was exposed,

he'd be dead

within 24 hours.

Who knows how many agencies

want his head.

Because he's a whack job,

and so are you.

You know what, call me one more

name, and I'll stick my foot...

What?!

You'll sick E.T. on me?

E.T.'s a fictional

film character, dick.

This is real life.

Body snatchers

and telepathy?

That's real life to you?

OK, you know what,

you have a better theory?

Let's hear it.

[Steve] I got it.

OK. Perfect.

Shoot

OK.

I'm thinking Marcus

was a dirty cop, right?

And we're

caught up between...

between the Indianapolis

Police Department

and the Zetas

down in Mexico, yeah?

And they've loaded 300 pounds of

cocaine into the trunk of this car.

And Brandie, Brandie's probably

one of their sleeper cell...

You know what?

You're right.

Thank you.

We should check the trunk.

[laughing]

Well, I'm satisfied.

Wrong again, Steve.

You're unbelievable.

[on radio]

Dispatch to all units.

We have an A.P.B.

on three suspects,

last seen headed north

on Binford Boulevard

in stolen police vehicle 86.

Suspects are two male

and one female.

Female is Caucasian,

5'6", brunette,

approximately

23 years of age.

One man is 5'10",

athletic build.

The other male is 5'8", slender

build, wearing black glasses.

Suspects are wanted for the

murder of a police officer.

Please be advised suspects

are armed and dangerous.

Marcus is dead.

How does she know

what we look like?

She had

our exact profiles.

We need to turn

ourselves in right now.

No' no' no.

Are you crazy?

You heard what she said.

They think we killed Marcus.

But we have proof.

We have the glasses.

- What?

- There's a camera inside of his glasses.

Then let's show it

to the police.

No, no, no. No, we can't

show it to the police,

because they're in on it.

In on what, Jeremy?

I don't know.

The whole Brandie thing.

The dispatcher

who set us up earlier.

Why would she do that?

Because we know

too much, man.

We literally know nothing!

OK, the dispatcher told us to

go to the warehouse, right?

And Brandie shows up.

Coincidence?

So we run.

Do you know what happens at the

end of a manhunt for cop killers?

Do you remember

Chris Dorner?

That scenario does

not end well for us, man!

I know, exactly.

It's a conspir...

It's a conspiracy.

And the patsy never

lives to tell the tale.

Haven't they taught you

any history at Fordham, Steve?

Think about it.

Lee Harvey Oswald,

Sirhan Sirhan,

William T. Piper.

We do not run.

Guilty people run.

Let's just find someone we trust

and show them the footage.

OK, OK.

But we actually need to make

sure we have the footage.

We need a USB cord.

OK, I have

plenty at my house.

- It's not...

- Whoa, whoa.

We can't go to anyone's house.

Whatever goes down, we stay the

hell away from our families.

We can't risk it.

Then what?

I have an idea.

[music playing]

All right, guys,

stay here.

Honk if you see

anything weird.

Weirder.

So...

are you seeing anyone?

Steve,

are you hitting on me?

What?

Now? No.

[grunting]

"[bell jingles]

Larry, my man.

What's the word?

[sucking]

You OK, Larry?

Party a little too hard

last night?

One too many whippets?

Uh. Uh.

You gotta lay off

that stuff, bro.

It's going to fry

your brain.

[grunting]

Well,

I'm not seeing anyone.

I'm looking

for that right person.

You know,

someone you connect with.

You know?

[snickering]

Steve Marra is having

trouble meeting girls.

God, it's shocking.

It's not that I'm having

trouble meeting girls.

More that I'm having trouble

meeting the right girl.

I had a plan.

Work hard in high school,

graduate college with honors,

start a career,

court a lady,

have kids, buy a dog,

build a tree house

in the back.

Real American dream.

Yeah.

That's what I was told.

Sounds like it didn't

work out for someone.

Let me get this one.

You went on

a dozen job interviews,

and at every single one,

there were 12 dudes

who looked just like you?

All with college degrees,

all desperate for work.

And one day it hits me,

what's the point of it all?

So here I am.

Right back

where I started.

What about you?

Are you happy?

Living here?

I mean...

You don't see me bitching,

do you?

You didn't

answer my question.

They're my family,

Steve.

When Mom got sick,

I did what I had to do.

I'm glad I did it.

No one should have

to go through that alone.

But, yeah, you're right.

After being here my whole

life, I just feel stuck.

I know it sounds selfish,

but I'm young.

I want to backpack

through Europe.

Cliff dive off a beach

in Thailand.

Hell, I would settle

for falling in love

while spelunking

in New Mexico.

I just want to know I exist

outside of this place.

You know?

That's life.

We're lucky to experience

anything at all, so...

we shouldn't waste it.

Well, I'm stuck here,

too, now,

'cause someone has

to take care of that a**hole.

[laughs]

[sighs]

[grunting]

You sure you're OK, man?

Oh. I'm OK.

Finally, he speaks.

Usually can't

get you to shut up.

I'm just going to pay

for this and this.

Hey. Can I get

you anything else?

Another meat stick?

A meat stick?

Nah, man. I'm good.

One meat stick

is enough for me.

[cash register clicking]

My God, today, man.

There you go.

Jesus.

[grunts]

What about

the roadhouse chili?

[chuckles]

(It's game)!-

Here he is.

All right.

What took you?

Larry. He's acting

all weird, man.

Weird or high?

Weird weird.

Check the footage.

[Jeremy] OK, we don't need

to see this.

Fast-forward.

OK, stop.

[Emma]

Brandie, what are you?

Now what?

Got to get it

to somebody we can trust.

Who do you trust?

No one.

What the hell, Jeremy?

This was your plan.

It's not my plan.

It was Emma's plan.

I just knew

where to get the USB cord.

OK, we have

to get out of here.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music playing]

Go, go, go, go, go!

Right.

Stomp on the goddamn pedal,

Steve!

Watch out!

[horn blaring]

Sh*t, sh*t.

[brakes screech]

[horns honking]

[horn honking]

[dispatcher]

All cars be advised,

suspects were last seen heading

south on Cold Creek.

They are armed and dangerous.

I repeat, they are

armed and dangerous.

Use of lethal force

is approved.

Maybe you do need glasses.

What? This thing's

a freakin' hand cannon.

Knock yourself

over unloading it.

All right.

That's a lot of gun, Emma.

You got to be

really careful.

That thing has a lot...

[gunshot]

Yeah, it's got some kick.

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