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They wanted Dodge out there.

- Why would they want him out there?

- I don't know.

They've been tryin' to question him

since we had him in lockup.

You got to believe me, Gib.

I had no idea this was gonna happen.

Attention all units. Suspects spotted...

There. Schiller's closin' in on 'em now.

- Stop the car.

- What?

Stop the goddamn car!

- Come on!

- Hold up.

- What's the problem?

- You're draggin' me like a rag doll.

You almost ripped my arm off

twice back there. Sh*t.

- We gotta get into a rhythm.

- What the f*** you know about rhythm?

- I'm a foster child, raised by the state.

- What's your point?

There was this caretaker who was

like a father to me. His name was Titus.

He taught me that everybody

lives their life according to a rhythm.

You make love to a rhythm.

Your heart beats to a rhythm.

If we're gonna run together,

we gotta get into the same rhythm.

I got your rhythm, convict.

If we hurry, we can get you back

in time for evenin' chow.

Goddamn.

Something's down there. Check it out.

Wait! Look.

- In there?

- Yeah. Let's go.

- How do we get to the state line?

- We don't wanna go there.

Why not?

Come on!

Didn't you see "The Fugitive"?

The first thing Tommy Lee Jones did

was set up roadblocks at the state line.

- That's your plan, Dr Kimble?

- I ain't got a plan.

- I'm trying to figure this sh*t out

as we go. - No sh*t!

- All right. I say we give ourselves up.

- What?!

- You're jokin', right?

- I look like I'm jokin'?

- It was your idea to run.

- People shoot at me, I run.

Your white ass didn't know sh*t.

- So you don't like white people now?

- No, I just don't like you.

I got nothin' against whites. I just ain't

had many good experiences with 'em.

F***! I was out in six months.

Six months I was goin' home.

Yeah? Forget about that six months sh*t.

You can add on another 12 to 18 months

because you ran, no matter what you say.

You are a convict.

Nothing is ever gonna change that.

That's your reality, baby, not mine.

My reality and yours are the same.

We're both f***ed.

- Not me. I take my chances.

- Not with my life, you don't.

All right, all right! Hold up.

- How much?

- What?

- Name your price.

- You ain't got sh*t to bargain with.

- I got more than you think.

- What do you mean?

I'm talkin' about five million dollars.

I got your attention now, convict?

What do you think I was locked up for?

Runnin' a red light?

I hit a major corporation for five million.

- You're lyin'.

- Am I?

All right! Hold on. Why would I lie?

One:
to keep me from kickin' your ass.

Two:
same reason.

Three:
prison life

ain't exactly worked out for you.

That's why I'm offerin' you

a million dollars.

More than you'll ever see in your life.

Yeah. I'll be lookin' over my shoulder

for the rest of my life, too.

What else will you do when you get out?

Work for 7-Eleven?.

They ain't hiring convicts.

You think about that.

- All right, I want half.

- Half? F*** you! This ain't divorce.

No. We married, baby.

For better, for worse, in sickness

and in health, till death do us part.

The chopper's comin' back around,

Dodge. You better hurry up.

Come on, baby. Say "I do. "

Sh*t! All right - half.

- But after that, that is it! We are even.

- No.

Now we're even.

- Where are we?

- I don't know.

- Which way?

- This way.

What?

Nothin'.

- What the hell is that?

- Sounds like a train.

Run!

Let's go!

- We won't make it.

- We have to jump.

I can't swim!

I never met a white boy

that couldn't swim.

- Keep your head up.

- OK.

First thing I'm gonna do

when this sh*t is over

is set my ass

in a steamy, hot, bubble bath.

You know?

I hope you choke

and drown on the bubbles.

What are you doin'

chained to that white boy?

You know, I've been askin' myself

the same damn question all day.

Now look here, chief.

I know what you're thinkin', boss.

You got two convicts. If you turn us in,

maybe you'll make some money.

Might even get your face on TV. Right?

Maybe I oughta shoot your black ass

right now and call it a day.

Why not? In fact, why not have

an old-fashioned lynchin'?

Y'all still hang n*ggers

in Georgia, dontcha?

He's such a kidder!

Would you excuse me?

- He's got a gun.

- And we don't.

Quit provoking him.

He doesn't want to shoot us. Right?

He won't shoot you, but he damn sure

wants to blow a hole in my black ass.

- Dontcha, boss?

- Hold on. We don't want any trouble.

Don't do anything you'll regret later.

Now, I can see that you're a fine,

upstanding member of your community.

And, despite our appearance,

I can assure you we are not bad people.

- F*** this. He's a redneck.

- Don't say that!

- He is. Show him your neck.

- Shut up.

Show him your neck!

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- What?

- Didn't you see "Deliverance"?

- We're alive, ain't we?

- What if he'd shot sooner?

- Then we'd be dead.

- Sh*t.

- What?

- We got a problem.

- What?

He ain't breathin'.

- Sh*t.

- What?

He's havin' a heart attack.

- Turn the radio down.

- This is a good song.

It'd be nice to hear the cops

before they get to us.

All right, all right.

We gotta get him to a hospital.

Where is it?

It's comin' up. We'll get there.

Where'd you learn first aid, anyway?

In the joint. CPR.

They got courses like that.

A Suzuki.

Nice bikes.

While you take that bubble bath,

I'll get a Ducati 916 racing motorcycle.

- Ride off into the sunset.

- I won't be sorry to see your ass go.

Sh*t! Look at this.

- Put that away.

- We can shoot the cuffs off.

Don't point it at me!

Gimme that before you hurt yourself.

How would I know?

I never even held a gun.

Then how the helI'd you rob somebody

for five million dollars?

Hackin', my friend. Hackin'.

- Computers?

- You got it.

I got the sweetest Mac 5300.

16 megabytes, 750 hard drive.

So fast, it's like the Ducati of computers.

On the Internet,

my call name is the Cyberthug.

- What's so funny?

- That ain't no robbery, man.

One of these, a ski mask -

that's a robbery.

I didn't get busted for robbery. All right?

I illegally accessed

the phone company's computer system.

- You robbed Ma Bell?

- No, not exactly.

Ma Bell just gave me a little help.

I used the phone company's computer to

access the accounts of a big corporation.

- Which one?

- A greedy one.

They took and never gave back.

I taught 'em a lesson.

- Real nice, but how'd you get the money?

- Once I was in, it was easy.

I transferred money from their accounts

into a dummy company I had set up.

I wrote a corporate cheque to a friend.

He closed the account, gave me the cash.

Very smooth.

So who's your friend?

- You writin' a book?

- I wanna know who's sharin' my money.

Everything was planned, sir.

I can't control it if some convict

starts shootin' up the road crew.

He won't be shootin' anybody else.

The most important thing is

Dodge is on the move and we are on him.

The locals have no idea what's goin' on.

Politicians put a lot of pressure

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