Jesus!
Asshole!
Man, did you see that?
I mean, he pulled right out in front of me.
Took my eyes off the road for a second, but I mean, come on.
Maybe it's time we take a little break.
Yeah.
Pull over the next chance we get.
Nice car.
Thanks.
You got your air... CD...
Leather.
Looks to me like you sprung for the whole nine yards.
Yeah. I guess so.
But err... 'spose that rig of yours there is what you...
really need out here, huh?
Why would you want a piece of shit like that...
when you got a ride like this?!
What a man needs out here is a C.B. Radio.
Yeah, is that right?
'Course if you use a C.B. you gotta have a handle.
I'm thinking, for you...
'Shit For Brains'.
Tell me something, do you even care that you...
damn near killed us back there, boy?!
I didn't really, even, see you, ok? I mean...
you kinda pulled out in fronta me...
Like hell I did!
I saw what happened!
Let's just forget this, ok?
I mean... I'm sorry it ever happened.
I don't want any trouble... I mean...
No, I'll bet you don't.
Howdy, Ma'am.
Oughta be more careful who you ride with.
- What was that all about? - Nothing.
Guy in the truck.
Thinks I tried to hit him!
Come on, Honey, let's go.
Do you want me to drive?
No l.. later. Just... get in.
How 'bout if I promise not to sidewipe anyone?
Just get in!
I'm kidding!
You getting ready for the Grand Prix?
What'd you get?
Oh, junk food fiesta.
Let's see...
Sno Balls.
Yoo Hoo.
And Moon Pies.
Can you believe they still make this stuff?
Kidding? It's probably gourmet cuisine around here!
Ha, ha, ha. This is crazy, look at this...
It says, 'if you win this mail-in contest'...
'you can choose between ninety-thousand dollars'...
'or, ninety-thousand donuts'.
What would you do with ninety-thousand donuts?
I don't know... sell them for thirty cents each...
and pay off this car.
No kidding.
Ninety-thousand dollars!
That'd solve some problems.
What the hell's?
What did you do?
Oh, nothing... I...
Hang on, I can't steer.
Unbelieveable!
Perfect.
Outta range?
Well, so much for taking the scenic route.
Well, looks like the baffle gasket's burned out.
What?
Yeah, It's connected to the err... connecting rod.
Oh God... shut up!
Oh man, can you believe this?
This could be the worst decision you've ever made.
- What are you doing? - No, just listen... I mean...
We're changing jobs.
- Yeah? - Right.
Our finances are... pretty well fucked, and...
Yeah.
And we are, out in the middle of nowhere, so...
Yeah, I'd say this is the worst decision you've ever...
Get out of here, you're bugging me.
Okay, sweetie.
Good luck, 'cos I'm going to California.
No problem, just leave me the Moon Pies.
- Ah, Jeff? - And the donuts.
No, no, there's a car.
Oh Christ, not these guys.
Assholes.
Jeff...
What the hell is...
- Mmm... what's he doing? - I don't know.
Ahh, this... this isn't good.
Hey! Ho!
Hi. Folks alright?
Fine. Our... car broke down.
Yeah... saw that.
You want me to give you a hand pushing it off the road?
Thanks for the help.
- Honey, you wanna steer? - Yeah.
Right, ok.
Massachusetts plates. You folks on vacation?
No... we're moving.
Oh yeah? Whereabouts?
Ahh, San Diego.
Listen, you think we could could use your C.B.?
Radio a tow truck to help us?
I wish I could, mister...
but I blew a fuse on that thing this morning...
I'm waiting 'til I get down to the truckstop at I40 to get it fixed.
How far is that?
About 60 miles.
Oh... well...
just driving along and she quit on me.
Oh dear. Oil... belts... battery's working.
You know, used to be you could give these things...
a kick and a holler and they'd start right up.
Now they got computers. and chips, and, shh...
It is a new car.
You know, that could be it.
You been riding this thing pretty hard?
'Cos they tend to overheat when they're new.
Well, yeah, I admit a little, but I...
Tell you what.
I can give you a ride to Belle's...
little diner about five miles down the road.
They got a payphone.
You call a tow truck, they just come in and haul you out.
Ahh...
you know...
that's really nice of you to offer.
But I think you got it.
I think we'll just... let her cool off a little bit and...
Thanks a lot, we really appreciate it.
I wish you luck getting it started.
- Thanks. - Thanks a lot.
- Honey. - Ahh, I think he's right.
I think it's probably just overheated.
Right, but what if it's not, I mean...
we don't wanna be stuck out here do we?
No, but I... just give it it some time.
Let it cool off. We'll be alright.
Getting... pretty toasty out here...
you sure you wanna blow this ride?
No, but...
don't know if I wanna leave the car alone either.
Ok... what if I take the ride, call a tow truck, and...
order a nice, cold, iced tea?
Mmm hmm.
And I stay here with a nice hot car.
Right.
Sure you're alright?
No, I'll be fine, Honey.
Hello! Excuse me!
Care if I take you up on that ride?
Sure. Step on up.
Sure your husband doesn't wanna come with us...
there's plenty of room in the back?
No, no, he's gonna stay the car. But thank you.
Ok... good luck.
What the... hell?!
Ha!
Tow truck, my ass!
Excuse me. I was supposed to meet my wife here.
Err, she's dark-haired, about... five-five...
wearing like a... a white Benetton sweater.
White what?
Err, Benetton sweater.
Hank!
Your order's up.
Look I'm pretty busy here, people come and go.
Well... this was within the last half-hour.
Excuse me.
She... she might have been with a trucker.
Trucker?
Yeah, a guy wearing a baseball cap.
Err... driving a big eighteen-wheeler.
Doesn't ring a bell.
You sure?
Hey, the man here's looking for his wife.
Dark hair... got a white, button-on sweater.
Travelling with a guy with a baseball cap.
Has anybody here seen 'em?
Looks like she got away from you, Cowboy.
You err... you think maybe she could have left a message...
with one of your other other employees? Or...
I don't see how that's possible.
You see, I'm the only one that works here.
Well...
is there another another Belle's Diner?
No siree. Definitely not! Ha ha.
Excuse me.
She and I must have got our signals crossed here.
How far is the next town?
'Bout twenny miles.
Could you do me a favour?
If my wife comes in, her name's Amy...
would you just, tell here I was here...
and tell her to stay put...
'til I get back, and not move?
Could you do that, please?
- Yeah, Okay. - Thanks.
Hey! Pull over!
Pull over!
I don't believe it.
Jesus!
Christ!
Hey, man...
The hell you doing, buddy?
I was trying to get you to pull over. Didn't you see me?!
Yeah!
Well?
Err... never mind. Listen, I, I, I... I'm looking for my wife.
What?
My wife. Where is she?
How should I know where your wife is?
I'm the guy with the Jeep.
You gave my wife a ride.
You were supposed to drop her off at Belle's Diner.
Not me, sorry.
Wait a minute... what you mean 'sorry'?
This was like a half an hour ago, for Christ's sake.
You don't remember?!
Look, I don't know how to tell you this...
but I've never seen you before in my life.
What are you doing?
Amy!
Amy, are you in there?!
Look, mister, I don't know what you want...
I want my wife back, is what I want!
Now what have you done...
Hey!
Officer! Officer, I need you help here.
- What's the problem? - I don't know...
I think this guy's done something with my wife.
Alright. Calm down, sir. Tell me what's going on.
I don't know what the hell's going on.
Last I saw her, she was with this guy...
in his truck.
Now he's saying he's never seen her.
Officer... I don't know what he's talking about.
Don't lie. You son-of-a-bitch!
Alright, alright, calm down.
Alright, now tell me exactly what happened, sir.
Ok. Alright.
Our car broke down.
Now he stopped, offered to help...
took my wife to a pay phone but she... she never showed up.
Sir, what do you have to say about this?
Officer, I don't know.
I'm driving along... this fella runs me off the road...
starts hollering about his wife.
I swear, I've never seen him before in my life.
And you didn't give his wife a ride?
- No, sir. - He's lying!
Sir, would it be alright with you if I search your truck?
Hell, yes. Go ahead.
Name's Barr, by the way. Red Barr.
All my, err, permits are current.
You can see 'em, they're right up in there.
That won't be necessary.
Just stand back behind the line, both of you.
I need to see your license and registration, please.
Those yours?
Yeah.
It's my, err, personal stuff. You wanna take a look?
No... no, I think we're pretty much done here.
You're free to go.
Wait a minute, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second... that's it?
You're not gonna question him anymore?
Sir, I've searched the truck.
There's no evidence of suspicious activity here.
- No sign of a struggle. - What?
Look, I don't mean to butt in, but...
maybe you confused my truck with somebody elses.
Go to hell you son-of-a-bitch! Let me see that...
Hey! Now hold on a second. You wanna get arrested?
Now, the man's got a point here.
This is a very plain looking truck. A lot of trucks look just like it.
Now maybe you did get 'em mixed up.
Hey!
You stay put.
Mr. Taylor?
Come on.
It was him.
It was this truck.
Uh-huh, I can see that.
Did you get a license plate number on that truck?
What? No!
How about the information on that door panel...
you recall any of that?
I wasn't paying attention. Come on, Officer.
Mr. Taylor, did you err...
by any chance have a beef with your wife today?
What has that got to do with anything?!
Well, for starters, maybe...
is there a possibility she could have left you?
I don't... I don't believe this.
My wife did not leave me!
Mr Taylor, I've seen it a hundred times...
you put two people in a car long enough...
they're gonna go at it.
Lovers, married couples, gay guys.
Hell, I've seen men dump their women on the side of the road...
and vice versa.
Officer, err...
I'd really like to stay and help but, err...
I got a long haul to Fresno.
I understand, go ahead, 'preciate your cooperation.
This is insane. Officer, please.
I've got his information, alright. If I need to find him later...
I know where to look.
Sir.
Much obliged.
And ahh...
Look, it's no hard feelings. I really do hope you find your wife.
Thanks.
Mr. Taylor, you wanna come with me.
Sir, I believe you that your wife's missing.
Alright, now maybe you got confused...
about what kind of truck she got into...
and maybe you didn't.
Point is, I'm trying to help.
The town of Brackett's thirty-one miles back that way.
My deputy's name is Len Carver. He's a good man.
He'll help you fill out all the necessary forms...
if you wanna report your wife missing. Right?
Sheriff, this is dispatch...
Mrs. Gilbert's locked out of her trailer again.
Can you help her?
Ten Four, dispatch. Tell her I'm on my way.
Will do.
Mr. Taylor, do yourself a favour.
Go see my deputy.
This a recent picture?
It's a... couple months old.
She still wear her hair like this?
Yeah.
Well... we'll certainly do our best, Mr Taylor.
You know there's over a hundred thousand people go missing...
in this country, every year.
Runaways, deadbeat dads...
dropouts. Folks hiding from the IRS.
All vanishing without a trace.
We get these kind of pictures all the time...
from all over the place.
I'm not saying that your wife is one of 'em.
I sure hope not.
But...
unless there's been a ransom demand...
or evidence of forced abduction...
believe me, the FBI won't even look at your case...
until it's been twenty-four hours.
Nevertheless, we will certainly keep our eyes peeled.
Mr. Taylor.
Why don't you go back to Belle's?
Get a cup of coffee. Wait for your wife.
If anything comes up, I'll contact you first thing.
How's that sound?
Yeah.
Did my wife come in?
Didn't see her.
You didn't see her, or she didn't come in?
Look, like I told you the last time...
maybe she was in, maybe she wasn't.
All I'm saying is that I didn't see her.
It ain't none of my business, mister, but...
I's you... I'd check the ladies' room.
Amy?
Amy!
I'll be right with you, cowboy.
I wanna see your order slips.
What?
You write down the names. I wanna see 'em.
Are you nuts? I don't have to show you jack-shit!
If my wife came in here... then her name's in that pile.
You calling me a liar?
Let me see these fucking slips!
Mister. I had just about enough of you.
Operator.
Operator... give me the Sheriff's office.
One moment, please.
Come on!
My name's Billy.
You the fella looking for his wife?
Yes!
Yeah, how'd you know?
Did you see her?
You seen her?
Please, if you know something, tell me!
Well, I, I, I, seen her... maybe.
Where? When?
Inside, a little while ago.
She came in on a truck.
Right.
- A big semi. - Then what?
Well... then she left, on...
on another truck.
Another... with who?
Oh... some men.
Oh they think I'm a dummy, but I ain't.
I'm gonna get my trucker's license one day.
This is very important...
Did you see where they took my wife?
Uh-huh.
Route Seven, North. Up by the river.
By the river? Where?
Oh, they don't tell me that kind of thing.
Who doesn't? The bartender?
The men in the truck?
Oh, I, I ain't talking to you no more.
Wait a minute...
You need to come with me to the police.
You tell them what you saw, they can help me.
Well now, you the dummy.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well don't you get it?
Police is the one's in on it.
Come on. Work, godammit it.
Hello? Yeah, Steve? This is Jeffrey Taylor...
you remember...
right.
Don't put me on hold, please.
Listen, I need a favour.
I gotta talk to that friend of yours at the FBI.
Right. Ah, It's about Amy.
Now something's happening...
Amy, yeah I think she's been...
she's missing. I think she's...
Hello? Fuck!
Yeah?
Steve? Yeah. No. No don't call me back!
Don't... Steve! Steve!
Shit!
What the...?!
- Get out of the car now! - Oh shit!
Damn, son-of-a-bitch!
Arrgh!
Son-of-a-bitch!
What do you want?
He's getting away!
What the hell is going on?
Got away. Went down the river.
Yeah... we're pulling it out now.
Careful. Don't let it come loose.
I got it.
This is what happens when you get one, without the other.
Stop worrying.
How the hell we gonna explain this to Warren?
I ain't gonna explain it.
Hey. You all right?
Now, according to your wife...
you got a good pile of cash sitting in your bank account at home.
Is that true?
What? Th... there's some, yeah.
Mmm, well, 'some' just don't cut it.
She gave us an exact dollar amount.
Now, I want that same figure from you.
Wha... what do you...
I don't... it's different accounts.
Balance fluctuates, I don't...
Fluctuates my ass.
If some hotshot fuck like you ain't watching his bottom line...
it'd be the first time in history!
What do you think, Earl?
What I think is we been lied to.
He ain't no goddamn donut king!
The slut was lying to save her ass.
Piece of shit.
- Jesus! No! - I'm gonna do 'im.
Ninety-thousand!
Ninety-thousand dollars.
Now you crawl your ass outta there.
You're a tough man get hold of, Jeffrey.
What do you want?
Huh... it's not what I want, it's what you want.
How bad do you want it? 'Cos it is gonna cost ya.
Can't show it to you right now...
It's about five-five, a hundred and fifteen pounds.
Three or four of that just pure tit.
Nice curly brown hair upstairs and down.
Interested?
Why?
What does... why, why us?
Huh.
Bring him up here.
Town of Brackett, Jeff.
Two-bit shit-hole in the middle of nowhere.
See that bank down there?
Few mintues you're gonna walk in...
tell the manager you want an express wire...
in the amount of ninety thousand dollars...
from your bank account in Boston.
Cash.
How do I know she's still alive?
- Arrrgh! - Shut up!
Come on, Jeff.
Need you to pay attention.
Now you see that building with the flagpole coming out the top of it?
Yeah.
That's the sheriff's station.
There's exactly two cops in this town...
one of them's pulling desk duty right now...
the other one's on patrol in the foothills.
A minute ago, Billy here...
called in an accident on the l-40 connector.
See? There he goes.
It's gonna take about twenty minutes...
for that cracker to get out to the connector...
another ten minutes to see there's no accident...
another twenty minutes to get back in.
That's fifty minutes.
That is exactly the amount of time you have...
to get me my money.
And before you get any half-baked ideas...
about calling in the Cavalry...
just remember we're gonna be watching you...
every step of the way.
And we're gonna be listening on those scanners.
And if we see anything unusual...
an unmarked car, a plane,
one human being who even smells like a cop...
well you can just keep your fucking money, Jeff.
And I'll send you pieces of her from time to time.
Billy.
Give him the jacket.
Well go on. Put it on, Jeff.
Can't go into a bank looking like that, now can you?
We don't have to do this...
because I can get you that money. I swear to God.
Promise you'll Just let my wife go, please!
Forty-nine minutes, Jeff.
Time to get the show on the road.
Here's my... driver's license, credit card. If you need it.
Account number for my bank in Boston.
How long's this gonna take?
- Erm, eh. Are you, erm... all right? - Yeah, I am. Fine.
Look I only got five-thousand dollars in that account, and erm...
how much can you advance me on my... my credit card?
Oh... now. Excuse me?
Credit card. It's got six thousand loan limit...
can you advance me the whole six-thousand?
No... I, sorry, I can't.
The, err... limit for non-customers...
is five-hundred dollars a day.
Sir... are you sure you're alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just... transfer the money. Ok?
I'm gonna tell you something.
What I'm about to tell you...
you can't call anyone. Do you understand?
Yes...?
Whatever happens, just... just keep writing on that pad.
Please, now. Just keep writing.
They're probably watching me right now, they...
they've got voice scanners and...
the whole town's under surveillance.
If I don't walk out of here...
with...
'Scuse me. You the manager?
Yes, I am.
Lady back there said I should see you 'bout a car loan.
Certainly, erm...
If, err, you would just, err, take a seat...
Yes?
Just err...
f...f... forget it... I, I ,I had a...
car accident, you know.
Minor... an acci... just...
I'm just, kinda...
How long's this gonna take?
It'll, erm...
well it's... going to take a few minutes.
Yeah, I um, I'm calling regarding account number 98258103.
A Jeffrey Taylor.
Uh-huh.
Well, he'd like to... liquidate his account, and err...
that's right, the full transfer.
Shit!
It's me.
No shit. I can see that. How much you got?
The whole thing. Ninety-thousand.
That's good.
Now I want you to turn left...
start walking toward the main road...
and get in the first car that stops.
You get that?
When do I see my wife?
Soon enough, Jeff. Just start walking.
Just throw the money right up here on the seat.
No.
First you tell me where she is.
Wrong, asshole...
first you give me the money and then you find out.
'Less you want me just to shoot your ass dead...
right here on the side of the highway?
Turn around.
Do it!
Put your hands behind you.
Step toward the truck.
Now get up in the truck. On your knees.
Get in here, goddammit!
I gave you the money. Now let her go.
Ha, ha, ha.
- The the hell do I... - Shut up!
Yup.
Yeah, it's a done deal.
I'm heading in.
Yeah, I got you.
You gotta be the dumbest motherfucker yet.
Think we just picked you out of the clear blue?
Shiny new car.
Massachusetts plates.
Probably be a week before anybody even misses you.
Should have got that bumper sticker that goes with that car:
'Rich Assholes Looking For Trouble'.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Sure wish I'd been there.
See the look on your face...
when your car seized up on you.
Maybe next time you'll learn...
don't leave your hood open when you go in the store.
The hell is that?!
These ain't nothing but goddamn singles!
Lying son-of-a...
Shit!
Hey!
Whaddya doing in there?!
Hey!
Where is she?!
Fuck you!
No... fuck you!
You like that? How 'bout this?
- Where is she? - I don't know.
The fuck you don't know.
Stop... stop.
What's that? You want me to stop?
You really want me to stop?
'Cos I'll bet this baby stops on a fucking dime!
What the hell?!
Where is she?!
She's with Billy.
Where?
I dunno they're driving around somewhere.
Bullshit!
I'm in pursuit of a black, Ford F150 pickup truck.
Contact the State Police.
We're headed northbound. Highway 31.
I need backup. Repeat, backup.
Where were you taking the money?
To the truck stop.
Where, exactly? Where?!
On the main highway. The Texaco.
Son-of-a-bitch!
Officer! Officer, you gotta help me, my wife's been kidnapped!
- Drop the gun! - Woah, woah, wait. I... you got it!
Get down!
I know where she is.
She...
Get down on the ground!
- Do it! - Alright, I'm down.
Listen to me.
He's in on it.
He's with the trucker. They kidnapped my wife.
There's four of 'em. Th... they all work together.
They got her right now at a truck stop, at Texaco.
Face down!
Shut up!
You in the pickup, you alright?
(Oh... please... you have to believe me...)
(why else would I be out here in the middle of...)
Yes, sir, I'm okay.
Can you get out?
Yes I can, Sir. Please don't shoot me.
There's a bag with money in there...
and I swear to God it's right in there...
Face down, spread-eagle and shut up!
Get out, damn it!
Godammit, listen to what I'm telling you!
Shut the fuck up!
Arrgh!
Hey, shit-for-brains.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
Shots fired.
Officer down.
Suspect identified.
Sheriff? This is State Police dispatch.
What is your twenty?
Get an ambulance, he's been shot.
Who is this?
Sheriff, can you respond?
They're coming.
Sheriff, hang on. We're bringing you an ambulance.
All units! All units! Officer down!
Repeat, Officer down!
I repeat...
Sheriff?
Look, I don't know dammit, he was supposed to be here...
a half an hour ago.
And I heard a report on the police band...
about a cop down.
I'm leaving. I can't... there's too much heat around here.
So, stay off the airwaves...
get his wife and meet me at the barn.
I don't care if you have to drive all night!
Daddy, you're home!
- Hey... Deke! Miss me? - Yeah.
Deke, get back to bed.
Warren, I thought you were coming back next week.
Yeah, well I finished early. And now I'm home.
Al and Billy are coming over in a little while too.
But it's six in the morning. Can't they come some other time?
Look, we got some stuff to do, Ok?
It's gonna take a couple a hours.
Why don't you go in and make breakfast?
Hey, Deke!
Yeah?
Wanna open the barn for your Dad?
Ok.
He-he-hey, Dekey. Hey, thanks.
Hey, I got something for you.
Ready? Mmm?
Here you go, Son.
Look at that.
- Cool! - Cool.
Ha, ha. A real Swiss Army knife.
Good boy.
Deke?
Deke, you back there?
If I never see another couple from Massachusetts...
it'll be too soon.
- Yeah. - Ok, ok, we gotta a lota work to do.
First off, you got any word on Earl?
Not a thing.
Me neither.
Fuck!
Ok, we gotta get this stuff off the truck.
Now, anything...
that can trace us back to that fuck, we get rid of.
Anything, Billy. You got that?
You know, none of this would've happened...
if you'd gotten that jerk...
the same time as his wife.
Wouldn't get in the fucking truck.
I suppose you'd just pick up a gun...
chase him out into the desert?
Fucking idiot!
Look, I'm just saying...
you should have gotten rid of 'em...
just like that couple in Ohio.
Nice 'n clean.
So we stay out of the area for a couple of months.
Big deal!
- Al! - Yeah?
Come on.
Alright, honey. Time to get up.
- Let's go! Come on, come on! - Come on, move it!
Get up!
Dead?
Must have died from the exhaust, or... suicide!
Couldn't be any cleaner than that now, could ya?
Get that plastic man, we'll bury her out back before sun-up.
Alright, come on, let's go.
- Got it? - Yeah.
- Jesus! - Goddamn!
Scared me to death!
Let me do her, Red. I'll cut her head off, right now.
Warren, you in there?
Shh, it's my wife. Come on.
Cover her up, quick. Put her in the freezer.
Warren?
- Warren! - Be right there, Arleen.
Hey... she's a feisty one, ain't she?
That's right, lady! You just keep it up.
Alright, don't give me any trouble.
Godammit! Cut your fucking squirming!
Aww, come on, baby. It's not as bad as it sounds.
Take take you about ten minutes to suck all that air out.
Probably won't even feel it!
Ha, ha, ha.
Come on, fellas. Come on.
Breakfast's burning, dude.
- Let's go eat! - Glad to.
- Well. - Hey, Mrs. C.
Finally. Are you coming to breakfast?
I've been calling you.
Yeah, we sure could use some of them pancakes.
Hey Billy... now come in the house!
So what happens?
This rooster. Must've been huge.
They must've weighed about ten pounds.
He starts reaching out... to the highway patrolman.
Yeah.
Reaches way out from the...
Give me the key.
Mister...
Don't 'mister' me you son-of-a-bitch!
My wife is locked up in a hole in your fucking barn!
And if you don't give me the key...
I'm gonna blow your fucking head off!
Warren, what's going on?
I don't know, Honey. Just stay calm.
Your husband's a murderer and a kidnapper, what's going on.
Now give me the fucking key!
Freeze, Mister.
You don't wanna do that, kid.
Put the gun down.
Don't listen to him, Deke.
You just keep that gun right on him.
My daddy keeps his rifle loaded all the time.
He showed me in case I need to protect Mommy when he's away.
I understand that and I'm not going to hurt your mom.
He's lying, Deke.
Now, go on, Son.
Squeeze that trigger, go on.
Don't listen to him, kid.
Go on, Deke.
Don't listen to him. He's wrong.
Do what I tell you to do. Squeeze that trigger now.
Come on!
Put it down, Deke. Nothing's gonna happen.
Do it!
Arrgh! Goddamn!
Don't move.
Nobody move!
Get down here, kid.
- Get over here... get by your mom. - Come here, Honey.
It's alright.
Get over there.
Get over there!
Shit!
Alright.
Everybody stick together and get out that door!
Right now! Move it!
- Go! Get outta here! Move it! - Come on, Honey. Let's go.
Turn around! Turn a-round!
Open it!
Get down there, open that freezer up.
Warren... what is this?
Just pull the chain, Arleen.
Open it!
You'd better pray... she's alive.
Ohh!
Amy.
Jeff.
You made it, baby. Come on.
Get away from me!
Come on, honey. Come on up.
Come on, honey.
It's alright.
Alright, you son-of-a-bitch. Get down there!
All of you. Get down there!
It's ok.
Ok, it's alright.
You better remember this, fella...
- 'Cos no matter where you go... - You... FUCK!!
Uggh!
Jeff!
It's alright. It's alright.
Now listen to me. Amy, listen to me.
Honey, listen to me.
There's one more still out there, you understand?
Now we have to get out of here, fast!
Shit!
Can you make it to that pickup truck?
Ok.
Come on.
Ok. Ok, come on.
- Help! - Billy!
Billy?!
Hang on!
- We gotta find those keys. - Ok.
Hello. My name is Jeffrey Taylor. This is an emergency.
Listen to me, I need the police.
Someone's trying to kill me and my wife. Do you understand?
I don't know the address. We're on a farm.
Just... start tracing this call, right now!
Got 'em!
- Jeff! - Get away!
Come on.
Come on!
Give me the keys!
Jeff!
Come on!
Go!!
Do you see him?
- Do you see him?! - No!
- Are you alright? - Yes!
- Look out! - Damn!
Want some? Come on!
Damn!
Shit!
I can't... oh...
- Watch out! - Hang on!
Fuck!
Crazy bastard!
Fucker... you're gonna die!
Oh God!
Jeff!
Shit!
I'm out.
Jesus!
Oh, Jeff!
Jesus!
No! No! Arrgh!
Stop!
Don't. Jeff!
- No, I can't get out! - Gotta get outta here!
I can't get out!
Oh!
Oh, I can't get out!
Arrgh, my leg!
Arrrgh!!
No!
Jeff.
Don't move.
Gonna get you out now.
Come here. Come on. Come on. Alright.
We're gonna do this.
Pull! Pull!
Watch it, come on!
Pull!
Come on!
- You alright? - Yeah.