One False Move Page #3

I'm Chief Dixon.

I'm fixing to feed the chickens

before it gets too hot.

You heard from your nephew?

Have you heard from Ray Malcolm?

He's my brother's boy.

I heard of my own kin.

When was the last time

you talked to him?

- Who?

- Ray Malcolm.

Ray is my brother's boy.

I got to feed these chickens.

It's going to get hot.

I hope you and them chickens have

a goddamn heatstroke.

Can I help you boys?

"I'm fixing to feed these chickens."

I say, "Have you heard from

Ray Malcolm?" Put that on my plate.

He says,

"Ray Malcolm is my nephew."

"My brother's boy.

I guess I heard of my own kin."

So I said:

"Have you spoken to him?"

He said, "Who?"

I said, "Ray Malcolm."

He said, "Ray's my brother's boy."

Lmagine the conversation

when Ray shows up.

Rolls?

Is this great or what?

This looks great, Cheryl Ann.

There you go.

I hope he does show up.

'Cause I got news for you.

That white trash

and them two n*ggers are...

Cheryl Ann, you nearly broke my...

Bonnie, pass me the pickles.

I never got any beans.

May I have some?

Did you think I was going to cut you?

I wouldn't hurt you

for anything in the world.

I'm glad you didn't kill

that car salesman.

What do you think we are?

That don't mean nothing, Dale.

What concerns me is that

we left ourselves so goddamn exposed.

So out there.

I could see the old man

wasn't involved.

You can't assume anything about anybody.

That's the guy who will f*** you.

Sh*t. I've been

police chief here for...

hell, going on six years.

I've never even drawn my gun.

Here we are.

Come kiss your favorite mommy.

Get in the bed.

Get in there.

See you in the morning.

Enjoying yourself?

Gettin' enough to eat and drink?

Just about.

Isn't that your second bottle?

Yes, it is.

I want to apologize

for that last comment before.

I bet John feels terrible.

Dale didn't mean it.

He grew up talking that way.

I understand.

I'm sure John does, too.

These people are dangerous,

aren't they?

Yes, they are.

I've never seen Dale

this excited before.

This case is the biggest thing

that's ever happened to him.

He really likes you and John.

I can tell.

I think he looks at you

like you're heroes.

Well, we're far from that.

You might want to tell him that.

I have a little girl

who needs her daddy.

Dale doesn't know any better.

He watches TV. I read nonfiction.

We better head back.

No, come on, guys.

The night is young.

- You want cookies?

- We all do.

- Very serious meal.

- They're in here.

- I got to go pee.

- Pee off the porch.

Like sh*t.

You know, Dale...

this case is our problem.

What I'm saying is,

you can be as involved or...

uninvolved in the apprehension

of these guys as you want.

Assuming they show up.

If they do, I'll be there.

You got a nice spot here.

Nice house, nice family.

You're a lucky guy.

I guess I am a lucky guy at that.

I hardly ever lose a coin toss.

I go to the horse races,

bet a long shot and it always comes in.

My mama used to say

I was born under a lucky star.

Here's an article

about Julie from "Dark Memories."

That ain't Julie.

That's that damn twin sister.

No, it's not.

Ma'am, can you tell him

who this is?

That's Julia on "Dark Memories."

I told you.

You got any maps of Houston?

We don't need no map of Houston.

Be cool, Ray.

How are you, Bill?

It's real quiet out there.

I think we got

the two most exciting jobs in town.

Your other burrito is ready.

He's watching me.

He knows who I am.

- No, he doesn't.

- He does.

Baby, let's go.

Back up. Just back up.

Ray, stop it.

Stop it.

Sh*t.

I'd never get up on a horse.

- Get your hand off me.

- Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go, okay?

Don't f*** up, man.

- Will that be all?

- That's it.

Is it okay we opened things up?

As long as you pay for it.

You going to drink that beer and drive?

No, we wouldn't do that.

This is for later.

Just kidding.

$7.95, please.

- Have a nice night.

- You, too.

She's too young for you, Bill.

I like them young.

Sh*t! That trooper is behind us.

Don't look back.

Just be cool.

What if he pulls us over?

He won't.

Slow down, Ray. Don't panic.

He recognized me back there.

I know it.

If he had,

he would have arrested you then.

He's just looking us over.

A white boy and a n*gger girl

in Texas. That's all it is.

He's probably running our plates.

542?

Go ahead.

On your out-of-state plate....

New Mexico license number

Nora-Edward-2-4-5...

the vehicle is recently purchased.

There are no warrants.

No current registration available.

10-4. Could you check the teletype board

for the past few days?

I seem to recall a teletype

from California...

of a male and female black...

and a male white wanted

for a couple of murders.

Speed up, Ray.

You'll make him suspicious.

Speed up, slow down.

Make up your f***ing mind.

Did you find that teletype?

Still looking, 542.

10-4.

I'm going to pull them over.

F***!

What do we do?

- I'll blow his goddamn head off.

- Pull over.

We're going to be cool

and play it by ear.

We won't kill him unless we have to.

We're not going to be stupid.

License and registration, please.

Hi, it's you again.

You have a California license and

New Mexico plates and registration.

We had California plates...

but our car died in New Mexico

and we got a new one.

Told you we wouldn't make it.

He wouldn't listen to me.

This one will make it.

Make it where?

Philadelphia. My mother lives there.

She's sick.

Ray, my boyfriend,

got the job of taking me there.

Richard's our friend.

He's just along for the ride.

Were we speeding or anything?

No, ma'am.

Then why the f***

did you stop us?

I want you to get out of the car,

one at a time.

You first, ma'am.

Get your hands up!

Calm down. You said get out.

"You first, man", right?

Step to the rear of the car

and keep your hands visible.

You said get out of the car, so I am.

What's wrong with you?

Do what he says.

Stay where you are, ma'am.

Put your hands on the car.

Spread them out.

Now spread your legs.

Same thing, hands on the car.

Spread your legs.

Okay, ma'am, come back here.

Hey, just what did we do-

Keep your hands on the car!

Okay, ma'am...

Goddamn! Yes, baby! Yes!

You motherf***er!

Let's go! Get her in the car.

Come on! Now!

You motherf***er!

Pluto, we're going the wrong way.

We're going back to town. Turn around.

- Ray, did I kill that man?

- Yes, but you did good.

What the f*** are you doing?

Turn the f***ing car around.

The car's been I.D.'ed.

We have to get rid of it.

Yes, you killed him, goddamn it.

Would you f***ing turn the car around?

We're going the wrong way!

We'll pass the motherfuckers, get it?

The cops will see us.

We got no f***ing choice.

If we head out of town,

they'll catch us. So shut up.

- Mornin'

- Morning.

- How are you?

- I got a hangover, but...

Nothing here.

Quiet as a Sunday morning.

When did you arrive?

I relieved Charlie around four.

You want some coffee.

- No, thanks.

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