One False Move Page #6

- Did you go out with Ronnie last night?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- You didn't see a pretty lady?

- No.

You sure?

- Did Uncle Ronnie tell you to say that?

- Yeah.

So this has just been pretend?

What do you say we stop

playing pretend and play really?

And you really should spend a night

in jail.

So you don't tell your sister.

You got to let me go.

I can't do that, Lila.

You can't let them put me in jail.

What's going to happen to our baby

with me in jail?

Your mom

will keep taking care of him.

I'll give her money for him.

Why won't you give him the money?

Why don't you just say,

"Byron, I'm your daddy?"

I don't see how that would...

I guess it wouldn't be

a good idea, huh?

I guess it would be better

just to put me in jail...

and forget about

your 5-year-old son.

Hi, baby.

Yeah, everything's cool.

Everything's real cool.

Ray, where are you calling from?

What's the name

of the gas station?

Ray, you missed the turnoff.

It's about half a mile back

up the highway.

You turn right at this place

called Cothern's Bait Shop.

There's a little road there.

You're not far, baby.

Just about ten minutes away. Hurry.

Yeah, I miss you.

Is that the road, Byron?

I don't think so.

You don't think so?

When they arrive, get them

in the house and away from the car.

Open the door, talk to them.

Let them see everything is okay.

Then stay in the kitchen

until I say to come out.

Then if they get trigger-happy,

you'll be out of the line of fire.

Then you'll let me go?

I'll let you go.

Is that the road you went down?

Don't f*** around in there.

In and out. Got me?

What do you think I'd do?

Don't worry.

You sure this is it?

Yeah.

You got it straight? Do you?

Hi, baby.

Come on, Fantasia. Let's go.

It'll be a few minutes.

I have to pack my stuff.

What stuff?

All you had was your purse.

It won't be long.

Come on in.

Sh*t!

I'll be back.

That's bullshit.

I'm sticking on your ass.

She better not have bought

any clothes.

What does she have to pack?

- Come on.

- Be careful. I love you.

Did you spend any of my money?

Fantasia.

Where did she go?

Police officer, freeze! Hands up,

or I'll blow you to f***ing hell!

- What the f***?

- Get on the floor! Now!

Who the f*** are you?

- You b*tch!

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

- Why the f*** did you do this?

- I'm sorry.

- Stay back!

210, A-1 channel 1.

Come in, goddamn it. Hurry up.

Hurricane, where the hell

have you been?

I need help out here.

What's your 10-20?

Oh, God.

Dale, what's your twenty?

Where are you?

I'm off the highway,

two miles down Sulphur Springs Road.

There's a house, and there's woods...

there's this house...

Is there an address?

I don't know the goddamn address.

Just send some help.

And an ambulance.

I gof three suspects down,

and I'm hurf prefty bad.

Three suspects down.

You know Sulphur Springs Road?

Hold on, Byron.

Charlie, do something.

Dud, come on!

Charlie'll taking care of it. Come on!

This is 211 to base.

Send an ambulance

to Sulphur Springs Road right away.

That son of a b*tch nailed them.

Hey, man.

The ambulance is on the way.

I'll get you some blankets, okay?

Are you dead, mister?

Are you dead, mister?

No, not quite.

Where's the lady at?

She's over there.

Don't go away. Come back.

Come stay with me.

Stay here with me.

How did you get blood on yourself?

I got in a fight.

What do you do with your keys?

I lock things up.

Come here.

I can't see your face.

Come a little closer.

Your name...

is Byron.

You're five years old?

Four or five?

Five.

Just come sit with me.

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