1
[ SLOW MUSIC PLAYS ]
[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]
I AM THE FLOWER
ALWAYS OUT OF SEASON...
THE TREE GRIMLY HOLDING
ON THE SUNS LAST LIGHT.
LONG PALE STAFF
ENDING IN SMOKE AND VOICE.
UNINVENTED FLESH
AT THE EDGE OF YOUR DREAM.
BUT I AM HE
WHO WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU,
IN ANY OF YOUR CLOUDS,
PLUNGING UPWARD ON HEAVENS
WINGS AGAINST THE LAW OF RAIN.
[ MUSIC CONTINUES ]
[ PANTING ]
[ CHAIN SAW WHIRRING ]
COME ON. COME ON.
MOVE IT.
ALL RIGHT, ALREADY, MAN.
ALL RIGHT.
GO.
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
COME ON!
GO, GO.
WHOA!
GO.
COME ON.
MOVE IT OUT.
LETS GO.
[ CHAIN SAW WHIRRING ]
-AAAAH!
-OH!
YOU ALL RIGHT?
-DONT MOVE.
-YOU GUYS, GET OVER HERE.
GET IT OFF!
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
YOU GOT A PROBLEM, CLAYTON?
MOVE IT!
-LET ME GIVE YOU A HAND.
-ALL RIGHT.
-HUH?
-YEAH, IM FINE.
-SHIT.
-ALL RIGHT, ON 3.
1...2...3.
[ BOTH GRUNT ]
[ CHAIN SAW WHIRRING ]
WATCH IT, BOYS!
WATCH IT!
-LOOK OUT FOR THE TREE!
-WATCH IT! HEY, HEY, HEY!
UGH!
UNH-UNH!
THEYRE RUNNING FOR IT!
[ GUNS COCK ]
[ GUNSHOTS ]
OH, FUCK!
[ GASPING ]
-SHIT.
-HES GETTING AWAY!
[ GUNSHOT ]
GO, BROTHER!
GO, GO, GO!
-YOU WANT SOME OF THIS?!
-RELAX, MAN.
GINSENG EXTRACT --
TAKES 2.8 SECONDS
INTO THE BLOODSTREAM.
[ SPITS ]
CHINESE USE I AS AN APHRODISIAC.
HEIGHTENS THE SENSES --
GIVES YOU A LITTLE BUZZ, TOO.
[ INDISTINCT SHOUTING ]
DONT DO IT, MAN.
IM GOING, BROTHER.
DID YOU KNOW IT COSTS THE STATE
22 GRAND A YEAR
TO HOUSE AND FEED EACH ONE
OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS?
[ GUNSHOT ]
[ GRUNTS ]
I AM JUS IN A COST-CUTTING MOOD TODAY.
A LOW-PRESSURE RIDGE
IS BUILDING
IN THE MOUNTAIN REGION.
A 90% CHANCE OF --
HEY!
UGH!
[ ENGINE TURNS OVER ]
LEAVE IT!
[ GUN COCKS ]
-AAAH!
-THE BUS.
SHIT.
[ ENGINE RUMBLING ]
SHIT.
GOD DAMN IT!
SHIT! SHIT!
[ SLOW MUSIC PLAYS ]
I WANT ALL THE BLAME FOR THIS
TO LAND ON CLAYTON.
IF ANY OF THE PRISONERS
CONTRADICT ME,
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ BRAKES SQUEAL ]
[ ENGINE SHUTS OFF ]
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ SIREN WAILS ]
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
MAN, FELLAS!
SHERIFF LAWSON.
HICKMAN.
SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.
[ SIGHS ]
YOU EVER HEARD OF A LEG SHOT?
AN ESCAPING FELON, SHERIFF.
I DIDNT HAVE ANY OTHER CHOICE.
I DONT BELIEVE THIS SHIT.
LISTEN, WERE WASTING TIME.
WE GOT TO GE AFTER THIS GUY CLAYTON.
HE SET UP
THE WHOLE GODDAMN DEAL.
HE USED THAT MAN AS A DIVERSION
SO HE COULD HIJACK THE BUS.
TWO CHOPPERS IN THE AIR,
COUNTYWIDE APB,
AND ROADBLOCKS AT EVERY HIGHWAY
IN A 20-MILE RADIUS --
HES NOT GONNA GE VERY FAR IN A BUS.
IM TELLING YOU, SHERIFF,
THIS IS ONE COLD-BLOODED
SON OF A BITCH.
YOURE A FUCKING LIAR, HICKMAN.
UGH!
MOSES, GET YOUR BOYS
ON THE TRUCK!
-MOVE!
-YOU HEARD HIM. MOVE IT.
-SHERIFF!
-WHAT IS IT?
THEY FOUND THE BUS.
[ DOGS BARKING ]
[ WHISTLES ]
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
IF HES STILL IN THAT BUS...
REMEMBER...
I WANT THIS GUY ALIVE.
[ GUN COCKS ]
THIS IS THE GUARD.
HES GONE.
[ TRAIN WHISTLE
BLOWS IN DISTANCE ]
[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS ]
[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS ]
[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]
ITS ALL GOOD.
ITS ALL GOOD.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
MR. CHARLES CLAYTON.
-WHOO!
-YES.
THATS IT.
YOURE THE MAN.
YOURE THE MAN.
ITS ALL GOOD.
OH, YEAH! WHOO!
SEE, THATS THE SHIT.
OH, DAMN, ITS ALL GOOD.
YEAH, MY MAN.
[ FEEDBACK ]
THANK YOU.
ITS GOOD TO BE BACK.
ITS GOOD TO WEAR A SUIT, HMM?
[ LAUGHTER AND CHEERS ]
THATS IT.
[ CLEARS THROAT ]
A FIREFLY DRIFTS CASUALLY
THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW,
DESCENDS INTO THE CELL
LIKE ONE LOST DOT OF CONFETTI.
AND WHEN IT COMES NEAR,
HE SLOWLY REACHES OUT HIS HAND
AND ROUNDS IT INTO HIS PALM...
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
...PEEKS INTO THE "STEEPLEST"
CHURCH OF LACED FINGERS,
HOPING FOR GLARING REVELATION
AS NIGHT SWELLS.
HE HOLDS THE FIREFLY
DILIGENTLY, CAREFULLY,
FOR HOURS...
AND WHEN HE FINALLY OPENS UP
HIS HANDS,
THEYRE SMOOTH AND PALE...
AND EMPTY...
AND EMPTY...
AND EMPTY.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
YOURE THE MAN!
OH, YES!
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
HEY! HEY, YOU! STOP!
HEY!
[ TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS ]
SHERIFF...FOUND THESE.
NORTH...NO NEWS.
THANKS.
GOT ANYTHING?
ONE OF THE DOGS JUST FOUND THESE
BURIED NEAR THE TRACKS.
WHICH WAY IS THAT TRAIN HEADED?
THE MAN SAID NORTH, BORDER.
[ SIGHS ]
WELL, IF WE DONT GET HIM,
THEN NATURE WILL.
FUCK MOTHER NATURE.
[ SIREN WAILING ]
DO YOU THINK THEYLL KILL HIM?
HE KILLED A GUARD.
ITS THEIR WORD AGAINST OURS.
HOW LONG TILL THEY CATCH HIM,
DO YOU FIGURE?
A DAY, MAYBE TWO.
DEPENDS ON THE RAIN.
24 HOURS. SHIT.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ CREAKING ]
[ GRUNTS ]
[ THUMPS ]
[ CLATTERS ]
[ GASPS ]
[ BRAKES SQUEAL ]
-THATS GOOD.
-OKAY. EVERYBODY OUT.
-LETS GO, LADIES.
-LETS GO. OUT, OUT!
MOVE THAT LINE.
-COME ON.
-COME ON, NOW.
TO THE DORM, EVERYONE.
LETS GO.
LETS GO. MOVE IT.
SHIT.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ VEHICLE APPROACHES ]
[ BLOWS ]
[ WIND WHISTLING ]
[ ENGINE SPUTTERS ]
SHIT!
AAH! HELP ME, PLEASE!
AAAH!
HELP ME!
HELP!
[ GASPING ]
YOU ALL RIGHT?
NO! NO!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
-JUST CALM DOWN!
-AAH! NO!
LET GO OF ME!
AAH! NO!
PLEASE, MISTER, PLEASE!
[ GRUNTS ]
PLEASE, MY CELLO!
PLEASE, MISTER, HELP!
[ SHIVERING ]
[ BREATHING QUICKLY ]
[ THUNDER CRASHES ]
[ GASPS ]
[ MATCHES RATTLE ]
BETTER GET IN HERE AND WARM UP.
I FOUND THIS.
[ SHIVERING ]
[ DOOR CREAKS ]
[ LATCH ENGAGES ]
[ SHIVERING ]
[ SHIVERING ]
OH, MY GOD.
YOU OKAY?
I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DROWN.
[ CHUCKLES ]
GUESS I KIND OF PANICKED.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
THE OLD MAN WANTS TO SEE US.
HES PISSED.
THANKS, TOM.
DAMN IT, HICKMAN.
THIS IS THE THIRD TIME
IN THE LAST 18 MONTHS
YOUVE BEEN INVOLVED
IN THE DEATH OF A PRISONER.
YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING
AN EXAMPLE FOR YOUR MEN.
I LIKE TO THINK
I SET A GOOD EXAMPLE.
OH, BULLSHIT!
THERES MORE ABUSE COMPLAINTS
ON FILE AGAINST YOU
THAN FOR THE RES OF THE STAFF COMBINED.
COME ON, WARDEN.
THATS THAT PRICK CLAYTON.
EVER SINCE YOU LET HIM SET UP
THAT GODDAMN GRIEVANCE-COMMITTEE
THING, HES MADE MY LIFE SHIT!
KEEPS ACCUSING ME
OF ALL THESE PISSANT VIOLATIONS
CAUSE IM THE ONLY ONE
WHO WILL FUCKING DISCIPLINE HIM.
LISTEN TO ME!
IM GONNA QUESTION
EVERY OTHER PERSON INVOLVED.
AND WHEN THEY CATCH CLAYTON
AND BRING HIM BACK,
IM GONNA QUESTION HIM, TOO.
AND IF I FIND OUT YOUVE BEEN
LYING TO ME...
WHAT -- YOURE GONNA SUSPEND ME?
NO.
IM GONNA FIRE YOU.
OH, MY POOR CAR.
ITS MY UNCLES.
HES JUST GONNA KILL ME.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
WHAT WERE YOU DOING ALL
DRESSED UP OUT IN THIS WEATHER?
UH, I PLAYED CELLO
AT MY COUSINS WEDDING
THIS MORNING IN SPOKANE.
I THOUGHT I SHOULD GO, AND...
WHAT MADE YOU PICK THIS ROUTE?
WELL, THE FREEWAYS
CLOSED UP AHEAD,
AND DAVENPORTS
COMPLETELY FLOODED.
SO, I DONT KNOW.
I THOUGH THIS WAS A SHORTCUT, BUT...
THEN THEYLL BE COMING
FOR YOU --
YOUR UNCLE, FATHER, MOTHER,
THE COPS -- SOMEBODY?
NO, I DONT THINK
THERES ANOTHER LIVING SOUL
THAT KNOWS WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW.
[ Chuckling ]
SO IM REALLY HOPING
THAT YOURE NOT AN AX MURDERER
OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
[ THUNDER CRASHES ]
[ DOOR SLIDES OPEN ]
CELL SEARCH!
HEY, WHERE WE GOING? HEY!
WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING?!
COME ON, YOU!
OH, NO. NO!
GET THE FUCK OFF ME!
FUCK YOU!
COME ON, NO!
NO, COME ON!
NOT OUT HERE, NOT -- FUCK YOU!
-FUCK OFF!
-I GOT HIM.
GREAT. UGH!
STRIP DOWN!
YOU KNOW THE DRILL.
LOSE THE FUCKING CLOTHES!
LETS GO!
PANTIES, TOO!
AGAINST THE WALL!
NOW SPREAD EM!
YOU KNOW, THAT BUS DRIVER
WAS A FRIEND OF MINE.
SURE GONNA MISS OLD ROY...
NOT AS MUCH AS YOURE GONNA
MISS CLAYTONS STIFF DICK.
FUCK OFF, HICKMAN.
AAH!
NOW, THERES GONNA BE A HEARING
ABOUT WHAT WENT DOWN
IN THE FOREST TODAY.
AS I RECALL,
YOU SEEM TO BE A LITTLE CONFUSED
ABOUT THE ACTUAL EVENTS.
I SAW WHAT I SAW.
I DONT THINK SO, FAGGOT.
AAH!
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO
TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU?
THANKS.
GOT A LOT OF WRITING HERE,
FRANK.
-LET ME SEE IT.
-COME ON, THATS MY STUFF.
AAH!
BURN IT.
OKAY.
LEAVE US.
IVE STILL GO SOME COMMUNICATING
TO DO WITH MR. NEWBY.
[ CHUCKLES ]
[ SHIVERING ]
SO, IS THIS YOURS?
I MEAN, WHAT IS THIS PLACE --
SOME KIND OF HUNTING LODGE?
LOOKS LIKE IT.
BY THE WAY, IM SARAH CLARK.
WHATS YOUR NAME?
JAKE.
YOU HAVE A LAST NAME?
ITS JUST JAKE.
YOU KNOW,
ITS LIKE GANDHI OR PRINCE.
[ CHUCKLES ] OH, YEAH.
SO, ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE?
IM JUST PASSING THROUGH,
LIKE YOU.
WELL, WHERES YOUR CAR?
I WAS ON THE TRAIN.
DID YOU SEE ANY PHONES
WHEN YOU WERE OUT THERE?
I WASNT LOOKING.
WELL, DONT YOU WANT TO CALL
YOUR FAMILY OR SOMETHING?
JESUS CHRIST,
DONT YOU EVER SHUT UP?!
IM SORRY.
IM SORRY.
ALL MY FRIENDS TELL ME
I TALK TOO MUCH.
I JUST -- I DONT KNOW -- I KEEP
THINKING ILL GROW OUT OF IT.
EXCUSE ME.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
ACTUALLY...
I MOVE AROUND
SO MUCH IN MY WORK...
ITS HARD TO SAY
WHERE I CALL HOME.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
[ DOOR OPENS, CLOSES ]
WHATS THAT?
HUH?
SPEAK UP!
I CANT HEAR YOU!
GOD DAMN IT, TELL HIM
THAT I DONT HAVE A CHOICE!
IVE GOT TO HAVE THAT WHOLE AREA
EVACUATED BY 9:00.
THATS RIGHT. HERE.
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
ALL RIGHT, KATE,
WHAT DO YOU GOT?
HERES THE RAP SHEE ON THE ESCAPED PRISONER --
CHARLES JACOB CLAYTON, AGE 29.
THIS BOYS BEEN IN TROUBLE
SINCE HE WAS BORN.
TELL ME MORE.
REGULAR CUSTOMER
IN JUVENILE COURT --
ROBBERY, GRAND THEFT AUTO,
ASSAULT,
POSSESSION OF MARIJUANA --
ALL BEFORE HE WAS 18.
HE WAS DISCHARGED
FROM THE MARINES IN 86.
WHATS HE IN FOR NOW?
TWO COUNTS --
FIRST-DEGREE MURDER.
ANY RELATIVES IN THE AREA?
NONE LISTED.
ALL RIGHT. KEEP ON IT.
YEAH.
SHERIFF!
WHAT IS IT?
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
SHERIFF, THERES NOTHING
HAPPENING AT THE ROADBLOCKS,
AND ITS GETTING REAL HARD
TO MOVE OUT THERE.
I DONT CARE. I WANT EVERY INCH
OF THIS DELTA COVERED RIGHT NOW.
YOU PULL PEOPLE OFF THE FLOOD
DETAILS IF YOU HAVE TO.
-YES, SIR.
-GET MOVING.
GET ANOTHER CHOPPER IN THE AIR.
[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]
[ CELLO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC ]
BACH.
YEAH.
YOU PLAY IN AN ORCHESTRA
OR SOMETHING?
IN A CHAMBER GROUP.
REALLY?
LAST SUMMER, I WENT TO EUROPE
WITH THE NATIONAL YOUTH
ORCHESTRA.
7 COUNTRIES IN 16 DAYS,
BUT WE PLAYED
FOR THE PRESIDENT OF FRANCE.
NO SHIT.
THEY ASKED ME BACK THIS SUMMER,
BUT IM ACTUALLY THINKING
ABOUT QUITTING.
WHY?
I JUST FEEL TRAPPED, YOU KNOW?
ITS -- ITS LIKE
THIS IS MY BALL AND CHAIN
AND IM SERVING, LIKE,
THIS LIFE SENTENCE.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
I THINK I DO.
WELL, BEFORE YOU RETIRE...
WILL YOU PLAY SOMETHING ELSE?
OKAY.
[ CELLO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC ]
YOU SHOULDNT QUIT.
YOU HAVE A GIFT, A PASSION.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES.
I CAN HEAR IT WHEN YOU PLAY.
ITS YOUR TICKET TO RIDE, SARAH.
DONT THROW IT AWAY.
20 BUCKS, LONG DOESNT SHOW UP.
[ HORN HONKS ]
HEY, WAIT. OH.
WASNT SURE YOUD MAKE I TONIGHT, MR. LONG.
OH, AND MISS A MEETING
OF THE THURSDAY EVENING
GENTLEMENS CLUB?
UNTHINKABLE.
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOU YOUR STAR STUDENT?
WHAT?
CLAYTON -- HE ESCAPED TODAY,
KILLED A GUARD.
THEY GOT A STATEWIDE MANHUN GOING ON FOR HIM.
GUESS THERES ONE SOUL
EVEN YOU CANT SAVE.
IM NOT A SAVER OF SOULS,
MR. CONNORS.
IM JUST A WRITER AND A TEACHER.
DONT KNOW WHY YOU BOTHER.
MOST OF THE ASSHOLES
YOURE TEACHING
ARE KILLERS, DRUG HEADS,
RAPISTS.
WE ALL HAVE THE MURDERER
WITHIN US.
IVE WATCHED THESE MEN.
I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED
ANYTHING IN THEM
THAT I HAVENT ENCOUNTERED
IN MYSELF...OR OTHERS.
[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]
[ GATE RATTLES ]
WELL, THEYRE ALL YOURS.
[ MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
[ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]
MR. LONG.
MR. HICKMAN.
FIND OUT ANYTHING YOU CAN ABOU CLAYTON AND BRING IT TO ME.
WHAT DO YOU DO FOR THE RAILROAD?
IM A SPECIAL INVESTIGATOR
FOR THE DEPARTMEN OF TRANSPORTATION.
WHAT DO YOU INVESTIGATE?
ITS HARD TO SAY...
CLASSIFIED.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU DID WAS,
UM...WAS REALLY VERY HEROIC.
-THANK YOU.
-FORGET ABOUT IT.
ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE...
IVE RESCUED A DAMSEL
IN DISTRESS.
[ CHUCKLES ]
[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]
ITS A HELICOPTER!
GET YOUR STUFF! WE GOT TO GO!
THEYRE GONNA BE COMING!
OVER HERE!
[ MUFFLED SCREAMING ]
THIS IS THE STATE POLICE.
THIS AREA IS TO BE EVACUATED
IMMEDIATELY.
LISTEN, DONT GET OFF
THE FUCKING COUCH.
A SEVERE FLOOD WARNING
HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR THE AREA.
IF THERE ARE ANY OCCUPANTS
WITHIN THE HOUSE,
-PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF NOW.
-AAH!
UGH!
AAH!
I REPEAT -- YOU MUS EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.
SHUT UP!
-AAH!
-SHUT UP!
AAH!
THEYRE GONE!
JUST DO IT!
GET IT OVER WITH!
[ Crying ]
GET IT OVER WITH.
THATS NOT WHAT I WANT.
[ SOBBING ]
[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]
-CHEERS.
-[ LAUGHS ]
EACH DAY I CARRY FROM THE YARD,
HIDDEN IN THE ARCH OF MY SHOE,
A SMALL CHIP OF CONCRETE.
EACH NIGHT,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF THE BARS
LINING MY CELL LIKE PAPER,
I SCRATCH OUT MY SOUL ACROSS
THE WALLS AND THE FLOORS
UNTIL THE MOONLIGHT FADES
OR THE ROCK WEARS AWAY.
FOR A FEW DARK HOURS,
I REMEMBER MYSELF.
NEAR DAWN,
I RUB OUT EACH WORD
WITH MY HANDS AND FEE UNTIL THEYRE CHALKY,
WHITE, AND RAW.
BUT CALLUSES COME EASY.
IVE LEARNED...
TO FEEL NOTHING...
NOTHING...
NOTHING.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
THEYRE SETTING HIM UP, DUNCAN.
HE DIDNT KILL THAT MAN.
THATS RIGHT.
CLAYTON JUST SAW HIS CHANCE,
AND HE SPLIT.
HE DIDNT TELL NOBODY.
HE DIDNT PLAN IT.
HE JUST DID IT.
WHY IS HICKMAN BLAMING CLAYTON?
TO COVER HIS OWN ASS.
MOTHERFUCKING HICKMAN IS LYING
THROUGH HIS FUCKING TEETH.
DAMN RIGHT.
WELL, I CANT IMAGINE CLAYTON
TAKING ANOTHER LIFE -- NOT NOW.
[ SIGHS ]
HERES A POEM THAT IM --
WELL, IM FAMILIAR WITH,
AND TONIGHT SEEMS
AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO READ IT.
EXCUSE ME.
THE ASSOCIATE WARDEN GAVE ME
PERMISSION TO COME HERE TONIGHT.
OH, COME IN.
BITCH.
"I AM," JOHN CLARE.
"I AM -- YET WHAT I AM
NONE CARES OR KNOWS;
"MY FRIENDS FORSAKE ME
LIKE A MEMORY LOST:
"I AM THE SELF-CONSUMER
OF MY WOES --
"THEY RISE AND VANISH
IN OBLIVIOUS HOST,
"LIKE SHADOWS IN LOVES
FRENZIED STIFLED THROES.
"AND YET I AM, AND LIVE --
"LIKE VAPORS LOST INTO THE
NOTHINGNESS OF SCORN AND NOISE,
"INTO THE LIVING SEA
OF WAKING DREAMS,
"WHERE THERE IS NEITHER
SENSE OF LIFE OR JOYS,
"BUT THE VAST SHIPWRECK
OF MY LIFES ESTEEMS;
"EVEN THE DEAREST THAT I LOVED
THE BEST ARE STRANGE --
"NAY, RATHER,
STRANGER THAN THE REST.
"I LONG FOR SCENES
WHERE MAN HATH NEVER TROD,
"A PLACE WHERE WOMAN
NEVER SMILED OR WEPT,
"THERE TO ABIDE
WITH MY CREATOR, GOD,
"AND SLEEP
AS I IN CHILDHOOD SWEETLY SLEPT,
"UNTROUBLING AND UNTROUBLED
WHERE I LIE,
THE GRASS BELOW --
ABOVE, THE VAULTED SKY."
-MM.
-YEAH.
GOOD SHIT.
[ BREATHING QUICKLY ]
[ DOOR CREAKS ]
SARAH?
-[ WHIMPERS ]
-I KNOW YOURE SCARED.
AND, UH...
...I LIED.
IM NOT A SPECIAL INVESTIGATOR
FOR THE RAILROAD
OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
IM IN...SOME TROUBLE,
AND I DONT WANT ANYBODY
TO KNOW WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW.
WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE?
I CANT TELL YOU.
BUT YOURE SAFE.
IM NOT GONNA HURT YOU.
I PROMISE.
YOU CAN STAY IN THERE
UNTIL MORNING...
AND ILL HELP YOU
GET OUT OF HERE.
ALL RIGHT?
[ SOBS ]
DO WE HAVE A DEAL?
ID NEVER DO ANYTHING
TO HURT YOU, SARAH.
[ FLOOR CREAKS ]
[ GRUNTS ]
[ DOORS CREAK OPEN ]
[ WATER DRIPPING ]
AAH!
[ GRUNTING ]
[ THUMPING ]
[ GASPING ]
YOU OKAY?
THIS IS SO FUCKED!
[ CRASHING ]
[ LAUGHS ]
NOT FUNNY.
I JUST GOT DRY.
OH.
-WHAT IS IT?
-DINNER.
SOUP!
MAN, SOUP.
THIS WILL BE GREAT.
OH, MY GOD. ITS A RADIO.
OKAY. [ BLOWS ]
OH. JIFFY POP POPCORN.
[ BLOWS ]
[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS ]
I GOT SOMETHING I WANT TO SAY.
[ DOOR CREAKS OPEN ]
[ DOOR BANGS CLOSED ]
IVE BEEN HERE FOR 24 YEARS.
I KILLED A MAN,
AND ILL BE PAYING THE PRICE
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
THATS JUST THE WAY IT IS.
BUT THEY DONT LET YOU SERVE
YOUR TIME IN PEACE HERE.
THEY DONT TAKE INTO ACCOUN THAT YOURE PUNISHING
YOURSELF INSIDE
FOR WHAT YOU DONE
EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY.
THEY STRIP A MAN OF HIS DIGNITY
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
THEY TELL YOU WHEN
AND HOW TO DO EVERYTHING --
EAT, SLEEP, SHIT, TALK, WALK.
THEY TREAT YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL.
AND A LOT OF MEN TURN INTO
ANIMALS IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING?
-YEAH!
-YEAH.
-YEAH.
BUT CLAYTON
DIDNT LET THAT HAPPEN.
HE KEPT HIS PRIDE,
HIS SENSE OF HUMOR.
HE KEPT ON THINKING AND FEELING,
EVEN THOUGH HE HAD NOTHING
TO LOOK FORWARD TO.
JAKE CLAYTON
KEPT ON BEING HUMAN.
I RESPECT THAT.
IM PROUD TO CALL HIM MY FRIEND.
THATS THE SHIT, MY MAN.
THATS THE SHIT.
THATS THE SHIT.
GO AHEAD, MAN.
[ METAL DOOR OPENS ]
[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]
HEY.
-MOVE IT.
-WHAT THE FUCK?!
BACK OFF!
[ METAL DOOR CLOSES ]
[ RADIO CLICKS ON ]
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
Did they get the boxcars?
[ Static ]
Affirmative.
The dogs are going crazy.
We think our boy
is in the neighborhood.
Can you track him?
Negative, not in this soup.
"THERE IS A LOW CLIFF
BY A DARK SEA.
"DARK SEA, FLAT, GRAY SKY,
HORIZON PALEST YELLOW.
"SEAT YOURSELF IN COMFOR "AT THE FOOT OF THE CLIFF
ON WET SAND.
"REGARD THE SMALL WAVES LAPPING.
ITLL ALL COME DOWN TO THIS,
I PROMISE YOU."
UH, THIS WAS SOMETHING
THAT CLAYTON SENT TO ME
ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO,
WHICH GOT ALL THIS STARTED.
10 MINUTES TO LOCKDOWN.
SO...WOULD ANYONE ELSE
LIKE TO SAY OR READ SOMETHING
FOR CLAYTON?
YEAH, I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.
I CALL THIS ONE
"RESPECTING THE LAW."
"LAWMEN, ASSASSINS,
FUCKHEAD THIEVES.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF POLICEMEN,
BUT YOURE JUST A DISEASE.
"TO PROTECT AND SERVE
IS YOUR LICENSE TO KILL.
"YOU BEAT AND MAIM CHILDREN
FOR A THRILL.
"COWARDS WITH BADGES
WHO AINT LEGIT.
"YOURE SUCKING FROM THIS DICK
TO THAT BITCH
"TO EVERYBODYS DICK.
"I HATE AND DESPISE WHEN
EVERY ONE OF YOU BREATHE.
NOW EAT SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER.
ITS TIME TO BLEED."
"FUCK ALL OF YALL."
-THATS RIGHT.
-WHAT YOU SAY, MAN.
UH, THANK YOU, POOCHIE.
THAT WAS A...TOUCHING TRIBUTE.
YEAH.
[ CHUCKLES ]
[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
ON RADIO ]
ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITES.
YOU KNOW ABOUT JAZZ?
MY DAD WAS A SAXOPHONIST.
NO WAY.
YEAH, HE HAD HIS OWN BAND.
MY DAD WAS A PROFESSIONAL
MUSICIAN, TOO.
HE -- HE TRAVELED ALL AROUND
THE WORLD, PLAYING ON CELLO.
HE DIED FIVE YEARS AGO --
CANCER.
HE GAVE YOU THE CELLO.
MM-HMM.
SO, IS IT OKAY IF I ASKED YOU
A COUPLE MORE QUESTIONS?
SHOOT.
OKAY.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
A SMALL TOWN IN OREGON
CALLED GRESHAM.
I WAS RAISED BY MY GRANDMOTHER.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
SHE WAS A SWEET OLD LADY.
[ CABINET DOOR CLOSES ]
YOU KNOW...
IF I COULD DO
ONE THING RIGHT NOW...
ID LIKE TO GO BACK
TO THAT HOUSE...
SIT ON THE PORCH...
AND TALK FOR HOURS TO HER GHOST,
JUST TO SEE HOW SHE IS.
THERES NOTHING THERE NOW.
THEY CUT DOWN THE FOREST.
AND YOUR PARENTS?
MY MOM DIED GIVING BIRTH TO ME.
I SAW MY FATHER ONCE.
THEY WERE NEVER MARRIED.
THEY HAD A ONE-NIGHT STAND IN
PORTLAND, WHERE HE WAS PLAYING.
HE CAME THROUGH TOWN
ABOUT EIGHT YEARS LATER,
AND THE PREACHER COLLARED HIM...
AND TOLD HIM HIS BRIEF ENCOUNTER
WITH ONE OF THE LOCAL GIRLS
HAD PRODUCED A SON.
HE BROUGHT FLOWERS
TO MY GRANDMOTHER...
[ BLOWS ]
...AND HE PLAYED THE SAX FOR ME
IN THE BARN.
WE TALKED FOR ABOUT --
ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO.
GAVE ME 20 BUCKS AND LEFT.
AND -- AND YOUR GRANNY
PASSED AWAY?
ABOUT A YEAR LATER.
WHERED YOU GO?
FOSTER HOMES, JUVENILE CAMPS,
STATE REFORM SCHOOLS --
DOWNHILL.
I THINK YOU TURNED OU JUST FINE.
[ METAL DOOR OPENS ]
[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]
MY MAN.
I HATE TO PISS ON YOUR PARADE,
GENTLEMEN.
THE STATE POLICE
HAVE JUST FOUND THE TRAIN
OUR HEROS BEEN RIDING.
THEYRE RUNNING HIM DOWN
AS WE SPEAK.
CLAYTON.
WELL, ISNT THIS
JUST FUCKING LOVELY?
[ METAL DOOR CLOSES ]
I WOULD LIKE THAT BACK,
MR. HICKMAN.
SO MUCH FOR CLAYTON.
SORRY, GIRLS. I NOW DECLARE
THIS POETRY SHIT FINISHED.
-WHAT?
-GET THEM OUT OF HERE.
-WHATS UP WITH THAT?
-LETS GO, BOSS.
LETS GET YOU BOYS
DOWN TO CELL BLOCK.
-FUCK!
-NOW!
LETS MOVE.
QUICKLY!
MOVE IT, QUICKLY!
ID LIKE HIM
TO RIP UP MY PIECE OF PAPER.
-YOU WANT SOME --
-FUCK OFF!
-COME ON, OUT OF HERE!
-HEY, NOW.
MOVE ALONG!
SO, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU WENT OUT ON A DATE?
I HAVENT...
HAD A LOT OF TIME
TO CHASE WOMEN LATELY.
IVE BEEN SAVING MONEY...
TO OPEN UP MY OWN CLUB.
WHAT -- LIKE A -- A NIGHTCLUB?
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
OH. SORT OF.
TELL ME ABOUT IT.
[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]
I WANT IT TO BE
A REALLY COOL PLACE.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
YOURE THE MAN.
YOURE THE MAN.
YES. WHOO!
YES. ITS ON YOU.
LIVE MUSIC,
REALLY GOOD MUSICIANS,
POETRY READINGS,
AND A REALLY GOOD BAR.
YEAH!
ALEJANDRA AND SANDRA,
MY BOY MATT, MY WIFE...
THIS IS MY FRIEND.
THANK YOU.
ILL BE BACK.
[ MUSIC CONTINUES ]
MY MAN. THIS IS ALL GOOD.
CHECK IT OUT.
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
ALL RIGHT?
DAMN, MAN.
HEY.
YEAH.
THERE YOU GO.
[ CLINKS ]
CHEERS.
AHH.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
SOUNDS COOL.
WHEN I GET IT GOING, MAYBE YOU
CAN SWING BY SOMETIME AND PLAY.
THAT WOULD BE NICE.
FINISHED?
YEAH.
THANK YOU.
SO, WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA CALL YOUR CLUB?
"THE CAGE."
ITS TAKEN FROM A POEM
BY A TEACHER FRIEND OF MINE,
DUNCAN LONG.
DID YOU MEET HIM
WHEN YOU WERE IN COLLEGE?
I NEVER WENT TO COLLEGE,
BUT IVE TAKEN
SOME WRITING CLASSES FROM HIM.
HES HELPED ME PUBLISH
A COUPLE THINGS.
REALLY?
A COUPLE POEMS.
ITS NO BIG DEAL.
WELL, MENTORS ARE IMPORTANT.
WHATS THAT OLD-TIMEY SAYING?
"WHEN THE PUPIL IS READY,
THE TEACHER WILL COME."
COME ON, MAN.
[ METAL DOOR CLOSES ]
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
MR. LONG, CAN I TALK TO YOU
FOR A MINUTE?
IM CLAYTONS CELLMATE.
IM DUNCAN.
YOU KNOW, I FIGURED HED MAYBE
PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS.
THIS IS CLAYTONS NOTEBOOK.
I KNOW HED WANT YOU TO HAVE IT.
WELL, THANK YOU.
UH, R-ROBERT NEWBY.
THANK YOU, NEWBY.
SO, IM NOT MUCH GOOD
AT WRITING,
BUT I LIKE LISTENING
TO YOU READ AND TALK.
YOU KNOW, IT MAKES ME
THINK ABOUT THINGS.
WELL, THATS THE IDEA.
YOU SHOULD BE ABLE
TO FEEL FREE TO SPEAK UP
AND EXPRESS YOUR OPINIONS
AND YOUR THOUGHTS, ALL RIGHT?
GOOD NIGHT, UH, NEWBY.
UH, SIR.
WHEN I FIRST GOT IN HERE,
I WAS THE DUMBEST FUCKING FISH
YOU EVER SAW.
CLAYTON SHOWED ME
HOW TO MAKE A SHANK.
HE MELTED A RAZOR BLADE
INTO A TOOTHBRUSH HANDLE.
-YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
-YOU KNOW.
HE TOLD ME NEVER
TO SIT ON THE TOILE WITHOUT TAKING ONE LEG
OUT OF MY PANTS,
SO IF SOMEBODY TRIED TO JUMP ME,
I COULD GET AWAY.
MY FIRST DAY HERE, HE BEA THE SHIT OUT OF THESE GUYS
WHO WANTED TO POP MY CHERRY.
SO NOW EVERYONE
THINKS IM HIS WIFE.
WERE FRIENDS.
AND DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
HOW FUCKING HARD IT IS
TO FIND A FRIEND
IN A PLACE LIKE THIS?
[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]
[ METAL DOOR OPENS ]
YOU BETTER GO.
AND NOW HES GONE, THERES
NOBODY FOR ME TO TALK TO.
YEAH, BUT YOU HAVE IT --
THE SUBJECT OF YOUR FIRST WORK.
WHAT?
THE, UM, THE LONELINESS
OF THE EMPTY CELL,
THE -- THE -- THE LOST FRIEND,
THE -- THE -- THE
LONG-REMEMBERED MENTOR.
[ BUZZER SOUNDS ]
[ METAL DOOR OPENS ]
THATS IT.
YEAH, BUT WHAT DO I DO?
[ Chuckling ]
YOU WRITE, NEWBY --
YOU WRITE, ONE WORD AT A TIME.
SEE THE POSSIBILITIES.
FOCUS DOWN ON THE SMALL DETAIL.
ONE WORD AT A TIME.
COME ON. COME ON!
[ DOOR CREAKS ]
[ LIGHT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS ]
AH, MAN, DUNCAN LONG
BROUGHT ME BACK FROM THE DEAD.
[ CHUCKLES ]
RECITE ONE OF YOUR POEMS FOR ME.
NOW?
YEAH. I PLAYED FOR YOU.
[ SIGHS ]
MY HANDS SLEEP...
YOUR SWEETNESS STILL ON THEM.
IT STARTS THE NEW MEMORIES.
AND THERE ARE THINGS --
THINGS I DONT SAY...
THINGS THAT ARE QUIETLY KEPT.
THATS BEAUTIFUL.
WELL, IM NOT BYRON.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ SLOW MUSIC PLAYS ]
LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY
LEFT A LIGHT ON.
I THOUGHT THE HOTELS
HAD BEEN EVACUATED.
LETS CALL IT IN.
THEYLL CHECK IT OU IN THE MORNING.
[ MUSIC CONTINUES ]
[ MUSIC ENDS ]
THIS IS "HEADLINE NEWS."
SEVERE WEATHER ADVISORIES
AND FLOOD WARNINGS
CONTINUE
IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST.
10 PEOPLE HAVE DIED
AND HUNDREDS OF RESIDENTS
ARE BEING FORCED FROM THEIR
HOMES BY THE RAGING WATERS.
ALSO IN THE NEWS,
A CONVICTED MURDERER
HAS ESCAPED FROM A ROAD CREW
WORKING IN THE PALUSI
NATIONAL PARK THIS MORNING.
-[ MOANING ]
-THE INMATE, STILL AT LARGE,
KILLED A PRISON GUARD
WHILE MAKING HIS GETAWAY.
AUTHORITIES ARE SEARCHING --
[ CLICKS ]
I DONT WANT TO KNOW ABOU THE OUTSIDE WORLD RIGHT NOW.
WHAT?
IM NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS.
YOU DONT WANT TO.
NO.
ITS OKAY.
NO, NO, NO.
I WANT TO.
I WANT TO.
[ THUNDER RUMBLING ]
[ GASPING ]
[ BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY ]
AAH!
SARAH.
STAY AWAY FROM ME!
I WAS GONNA TELL YOU.
TELL ME WHAT?
THE TRUTH. SARAH.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW
ABOUT THE TRUTH?
EVERY COP IN THE FUCKING STATE
IS LOOKING FOR ME.
I AM RUNNING FOR MY LIFE.
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?
I WOULDNT HAVE KILLED ANYBODY
IN THE FIRST PLACE!
-[ GASPS ]
-YOU HAVE GOT TO BELIEVE ME.
NO, I DONT!
YOU ASKED ME TO TRUST YOU
WHEN YOU KNEW EVERYTHING
YOU WERE SAYING WAS BULLSHIT!
WHAT WERE YOU GONNA DO WITH ME?
SARAH.
FUCK ME AND LEAVE ME?
[ GUN COCKS ]
[ THUNDER CRASHING ]
LETS DO IT.
JOHNSON, BRING THAT STUFF
OVER HERE.
YEAH.
BUNKER 13, STAND BY.
WEATHERS SUPPOSED TO
BREAK BY DAWN.
YOU SHOULD GET READY
TO MOVE NOW.
YEAH, WELL,
THANKS FOR THE WEATHER REPORT,
BUT WERE GONNA STICK IT OU RIGHT HERE.
SUIT YOURSELF.
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ]
[ Thinking ] "THINGS
KEEP HAPPENING, YOU KNOW?
"AS I WRITE THESE WORDS,
"HANNIBAL IS STILL
CROSSING THE ALPS.
"BILLIE HOLIDAY STILL SINGS
FOR ALL WE KNOW
AT THE OLD FIVE SPOT."
"THE DAM IS BROKEN,
"AND THE GREAT,
SLOW, MUDDY FLOOD
SWELLS BEHIND ME
IN PONDEROUS PURSUIT."
[ CELLO PLAYS CLASSICAL MUSIC ]
"THE SAME FLOWER BLOOMS
AND BLOOMS AGAIN FOREVER."
"ENDLESSLY, I SCRUB THE BLOOD
FROM MY SHAKING HANDS.
"ENDLESSLY, THE WORDS PILE UP,
SMOTHERING THE POEM.
"NIGHT FALLS.
"NIGHT FALLS.
NIGHTS FALL,
AND I CANNOT STOP THIS DYING."
THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.
SARAH...
HEAR ME OUT, AND THEN ILL GO.
I FUCKED UP MY LIFE
IN EVERY WAY YOU CAN IMAGINE...
AND SOME WAYS YOU CANT.
LOOK, NOW, IM NOT ASKING YOU
TO FORGIVE ME.
BUT I WANT YOU TO BELIEVE
THAT I NEVER DELIBERATELY
SET OUT TO HURT ANYONE.
IF YOU DONT BELIEVE ANYTHING
ELSE I SAID TONIGHT,
PLEASE BELIEVE THAT.
THE RADIO SAID YOU WERE
A CONVICTED MURDERER.
I GUESS THAT WAS
AN ACCIDENT, TOO?
NO.
IT WASNT AN ACCIDENT.
A FRIEND OF MINE,
GUY ID KNOWN SINCE HIGH SCHOOL,
ASKED ME TO COME WITH HIM
ONE NIGHT TO PICK UP SOME DOPE.
I THOUGHT HE WAS TALKING
ABOUT A COUPLE LIDS OF POT.
WED DONE THAT BEFORE.
THAT WAS NO BIG DEAL.
BUT WHEN I GOT IN THE CAR,
HE HANDED ME A PIECE, A .38.
SAID HE WANTED ME
TO RIDE SHOTGUN
AND THAT WE WERE GONNA SCORE
SOME COKE,
SELL IT, THEN PARTY.
SO, WE GO TO THE SPOT.
THESE TWO GUYS
GET IN THE BACKSEAT.
THEY SHOW US THE SHIT.
MY FRIEND TASTES IT, NODS,
STARTS TO PAY THEM.
EVERYTHINGS COOL,
EVEN FRIENDLY.
AND THEN...RIGHT BEHIND ME,
I HEAR THE CLICK OF A HAMMER.
[ GUN COCKS ]
AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE,
I SEE THIS GUY AIMING HIS GUN
AT MY FRIENDS HEAD.
[ GUNSHOT ]
HIS HEAD BLOWS UP.
I DIDNT EVEN THINK.
I JUST REACTED...
[ GUN COCKS ]
...AND SHOT.
I JUST SAT THERE
FOR A LONG TIME...
...AND THEN THE COPS SHOWED UP.
[ SIREN WAILING ]
I NEVER KNEW WHY THAT GUY
WENT FOR MY FRIEND FIRST.
IVE REPLAYED IT IN MY MIND
A MILLION TIMES.
IT HAPPENED INCREDIBLY QUICKLY,
AND IT CHANGED MY LIFE...
FOREVER.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
BECAUSE I HAD BEEN
IN THE MARINES,
THE PROSECUTION SAID
I WAS A TRAINED KILLER.
I GOT TWO LIFE SENTENCES
WITHOUT THE POSSIBILITY
OF PAROLE.
I WAS 19.
HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN?
[ SIGHS ]
I HAD A PUBLIC DEFENDER.
I DIDNT KNOW ANYTHING.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN JAIL?
10 YEARS.
SO, THAT NIGHTCLUB
IS NEVER GONNA HAPPEN?
NO.
ITS A FANTASY.
[ CHUCKLES ]
WITHOUT IT,
I WOULD HAVE GONE INSANE.
[ CHUCKLES ]
I DONT KNOW.
ITS HARD FOR SOMEONE
ON THE OUTSIDE TO UNDERSTAND.
IN PRISON...
THEY TAKE EVERYTHING
AWAY FROM YOU
AND LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING...
AND THEN THEY TAKE
THAT NOTHINGNESS AWAY, TOO.
MNH.
SARAH...
THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF
THE HAPPIEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE,
AND I LOVED YOU
FOR GIVING ME THAT,
AND I ALWAYS WILL.
WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NOW?
HICKMANS GONNA KILL ME.
[ CHUCKLES ]
[ MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS ]
[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]
...STATE POLICE REPOR THE FUGITIVE IS STILL AT BAY.
AND NOW THE WEATHER.
GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE.
THE STORM FRON THATS BEEN CAUSING MAYHEM
ALL OVER THE REGION
IS LETTING UP.
[ SIGHS ]
[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]
[ PENCIL SCRATCHES ]
[ BREATHES DEEPLY ]
MM.
OH, JA--
[ SIRENS WAILING ]
[ WAILING STOPS ]
[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]
[ DOOR CREAKS ]
GOOD MORNING, MISS.
THAT YOUR CAR OUT THERE?
I GOT LOST LAST NIGHT.
WERE LOOKING FOR A WANTED
MAN -- ESCAPEE FROM PRISON.
CAUCASIAN, LATE 20s, 6 FEET,
DARK BROWN HAIR --
YOU SEEN ANYBODY LIKE THAT?
NO.
YOU OKAY, MISS?
IM TIRED.
[ CHUCKLES ]
IS THAT YOUR JACKET, MISS?
[ PANTING ]
[ SIRENS WAILING ]
[ MACHINERY WHIRRING ]
HEY!
HEY, STOP!
[ PANTING ]
[ WAILING CONTINUES ]
FUCK!
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]
[ WAILING CONTINUES ]
-OKAY. GO!
-GO!
YEAH, WERE IN PURSUI AT THE BRIDGE.
[ WATER RUMBLING ]
NOBODY FIRES UNLESS I SAY SO.
IM GONNA TALK TO HIM.
GIVE ME YOUR BULLHORN.
HOLY SHIT.
GET BACK, GOD DAMN IT!
PUT THOSE GUNS DOWN!
MOVE IT BACK.
CLAYTON, ITS SHERIFF LAWSON.
COME ON IN, SON.
THERES NOWHERE TO GO.
COME ON.
[ GUNS COCK ]
COME ON.
[ SIREN WAILS ]
...DOWN AT THE END OF THIS DIRT.
WE GOT TO DO A...
-SHERIFF LAWSON!
-BRING THE GIRL.
YES, SIR.
-[ GASPS ]
-EASY, EASY, EASY.
NOW, YOUNG LADY, I DONT KNOW
HOW WELL YOU KNOW THIS MAN,
BUT IM HOPING YOU CAN
PERSUADE HIM TO COME IN.
I DONT WANT ANY MORE KILLING.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
I JUST WANT TO TALK TO HIM.
JAKE!
JAKE!
SARAH.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
JAKE, PLEASE COME BACK.
I DONT WANT THEM TO HURT YOU!
[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]
"A FIREFLY DRIFTS CASUALLY
INTO THE WINDOW...
DESCENDS INTO YOUR CELL
LIKE A LOST DOT OF CONFETTI."
HICKMAN.
THAT YOU, CLAYTON --
A LOST DOT OF CONFETTI?
JAKE!
GET ON THE HORN. TELL THEM
TO GET RID OF THAT CHOPPER.
SIR, WE DONT HAVE
THE SAME FRE--
-GET ON IT, GOD DAMN IT, NOW!
-YES, SIR.
-HICKMAN, THIS IS...
-THATS DEEP STUFF!
SHOULD OUTLIVE YOU BY, OH,
AT LEAST A COUPLE OF HOURS.
JAKE, DONT LISTEN TO HIM!
JAKE, PLEASE COME BACK HERE!
COME ON, CLAYTON!
HICKMAN, MOVE THAT CHOPPER!
MY HANDS ARE TOO FILLED...
JAKE, I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!
...TO ALLOW ANYTHING ELSE.
I CANT, SARAH.
[ DISTORTED WHIRRING ]
[ GUN COCK ECHOES ]
NO!!
NO!
[ GUNSHOT ]
JAKE!
AAAAH!
GO.
JAKE.
-TAKE CARE NOW.
-HEY, BRO, IT WAS ALL RIGHT.
-STAY OUT OF TROUBLE.
-SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.
SARAH.
JAKE.
I AM THE FLOWER
ALWAYS OUT OF SEASON...
SARAH.
...A TREE GRIMLY HOLDING
ON THE SUNS LAST LIGHT.
LONG PALE STAFF
ENDING IN SMOKE AND VOICE.
SARAH.
UNINVENTED FLESH
AT THE EDGE OF YOUR DREAM.
BUT I AM HE
WHO WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU,
IN ANY OF YOUR CLOUDS...
...PLUNGING UPWARD
ON HEAVENS WINGS...
...AGAINST THE LAW OF RAIN.