Pressure (2002) Movie Script
Hold on. Hold on.
Pressure (2002)
Come on. Stay with me.
- Tell me where it hurts.
- Just help me.
- Where does it hurt?
- I'm holding my stomach.
- Where?
- What?
- Where? What side?
- Here.
- Sarah.
- Pain, left side abdomen.
- Any bleeding?
- No bleeding.
- Impact?
- What do you mean?
- Did someone hit him?
- I don't know.
- You need to make the call.
- I'm calling you.
Acute pain on left side.
Make the call.
I'm going with
ruptured appendix.
- How much money was on this?
- Twenty dollars.
Sorry, Steve.
It's his spleen.
- Shit.
- Spleen.
- Appendix is on the...
- Right side. I Know.
I don't need these games.
I've got real emergencies.
Real patients.
- You didn't ask if I'd been hit.
- Just die already.
Someone was nice enough
to take over your shift.
And I didn't even call today to
say how much I miss you.
Now I am sick.
I'm getting at 2am.
Is that too late to call?
Maybe I'll just say I'll see you
when I see you.
I love you.
You should.
- So sweet I got to pee!
- Shut up.
Seriously,
I've got to take a leak.
- O.C.C.C.?
- You got me.
Oregon Council of...
Orthopedic Catastrophe
Coalition.
Council of Cookie Cutter...
Cookie Cutter Committee.
Official Committee for
Central Cunnilingus.
- You saw that too, right?
- I did.
That was like walking
into a beer commercial.
You are going to pee,
then we are going to go.
Oregon College
Cheerleading Championship.
As good as that may sound,
we still have to get back!
Ladies.
This has the makings of a bad
porn movie but in a good way.
Take a piss,
then we're gonna leave.
I am gonna piss...
we have two beers,
and then we leave.
- Steve!
- Patrick!
What?
Please.
One beer.
I've been trying to
figure out your ailment.
But your symptoms keep changing.
What is it?
- Why are you so wound up?
- I work harder than anybody.
You thumb through the text book
and get it in a week.
School isn't to be excelled at.
It's to be endured.
Come on!
Look around you.
God has dropped a little piece
of heaven in your lap.
Let your mind wander.
Give it a rest.
- Have some fun.
- I have fun.
- You just think you do.
- That's your opinion.
Sorry.
- Are you a judge?
- What?
Are you a judge?
Next time you get asked that,
say yes.
Your friend's got team spirit.
It looks like it, doesn't it?
Are you a judge?
Are you a cheerleader?
Do I look like a
fucking cheerleader?
You look like something.
Not a cheerleader, but...
Each to his own.
Nice talking to you.
Am I blushing?
I've never been put in my
place like that before.
- Should I slap you or...
- Or what?
- I'm Amber.
- Steve.
You're not a local.
And you told me you're not a judge.
And you don't look like a fem
boy that cheers with the girls.
So I'm gonna let you
tell me who you are.
I'm a doctor.
I'm a student.
Me and my buddy, we're coming
down for this conference in...
I don't want to be
that guy tonight.
Good, because he
was starting to bore me.
He's starting to bore me too.
Steve.
It is Steve, right?
I've got something I'd like to
show you.
What do you want to show me?
- It's a mole.
- A mole?
Or maybe a birthmark.
I'm not sure.
If I show you in here,
we could get arrested.
Really?
It'd put me at ease
if I got a thorough examination.
Why don't you show me
where it hurts?
What are doctors
driving these days?
Check out the Mustang
over there.
- That's nice.
- Thanks.
Come on, doctor.
It's right here.
Can you see it?
- I don't see it.
- You should look closer.
I can't do this.
I can not do this.
Trust me.
I want to very badly but...
I love someone.
It's the one thing
I know I'm doing right.
- I know that sounds corny.
- No, it doesn't.
You're very sweet.
She's a very lucky girl.
I'm really sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
- Did you mean that?
- What?
- That he's sweet and all.
- Eat shit, Bo.
- Did he touch your cooch?
- Just get his wallet.
You let them touch you a little
more each time we do this.
Like you're getting off
on this shit.
And like hurting them
doesn't get you hard.
If you disrespect me again in
front of one of these Johns...
I'm going to show you what gets
me real hard.
You are one pretty boy.
If I'd known you
were this scrumptious...
I'd have let you bump up with
my girl just to be nice.
Tell me you know
which car is his.
Good girl.
Meet me at my truck.
I'm gonna play cowboys with...
Steven J. Hillman of
San Francisco, California.
We've never done anyone
from the Gay bay.
This is a rare occasion.
- Just leave him.
- That is strike!
Don't make me send you
back to the miners.
What do you say, you
and I go play in the forest?
- Why are you doing this?
- Why?
Because it's fun.
You're gonna love this.
I used to play this with
my Dad every Saturday.
I'm real close to my father.
I've got hang ups like Katmandu.
I love my Daddy.
I tell him everyday. Give his
tired old ass a big old hug.
Very touching.
That was pretty bold for you.
There we go.
When we used to do this
we used a squirt gun.
- This is way more fun.
- What are you doing?
Don't move.
You're gonna love this, I swear.
Damn it, Bo.
I'm having a good night. Usually
I clip a guy after a few shots.
Oh, that's good.
Please don't kill me.
Take everything, I don't care.
Been there. Done that.
My dad used to nail me
right in the eye.
My dad was a dead on aim.
Drew from the back.
Less of a reach.
Me, I prefer,
the front load approach.
You say draw, partner.
Say draw.
Say draw!
Shit.
Oh, my God!
- What did you do!
- I didn't do this.
He was shooting at me.
- 4-18
- 4-18 go ahead.
Officer down.
- What's your twenty?
- You're a cop!
I'm in the woods
behind Charlie's Place.
Please don't kill me.
I'm going to kill you?
Remember me? I'm the guy
you were shooting at.
If you're not gonna kill me,
you'd better run.
What are you going to do?
Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
I'm just up the road.
I'm on my way.
- All units, officer down.
- Talk to me Bo.
- Any other officers down?
- Will advise.
Run, run!
- I'm around the corner.
- Roger.
4- 18, do you copy?
Dispatch for 4-18.
Shit.
Talk to me, Bo.
I'm in the woods.
The keys. Shit!
Down here we have the
muscle that bends the leg.
And running all the way
along here...
Patrick, we have got to go.
I've had eight tequila shots.
You'll have to help me.
- You look like shit.
- We gotta leave now.
- Let me introduce you to Tracy.
- We gotta leave.
Keep that chair warm for me.
You're spooking the natives
and you're freaking me out.
All units,
the suspect is Steven Hillman,
white male, aged 25, 173 pounds.
Brown hair and eyes.
Wearing a brown shirt and jeans.
- He is armed and dangerous.
- Who are they talking about?
Drop it. On the bar.
Gently.
Turn that off.
What the hell?
Can we go home now?
Sure.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Freeze!
- We didn't shoot anybody.
- Drop that weapon.
Wait.
Christ!
He killed Charlie.
- Who the hell is he?
- Some kind of fearless shit.
Sheriff, we need you.
We shot a hostage.
Don't tell me that.
This is getting weird.
Just put the gun down.
This is all your fault.
A little piece of heaven, right?
We'll go outside and tell
them it was a big mistake.
A local cop blew his balls
off in front of me.
He used me for target practice.
His girl broke into our car.
What?
Do you know what it feels
like to be shot at?
Okay Steve, tell me.
What do you want to do?
I don't know.
- Get on the ground.
- Let them go.
- Let them go.
- Take it easy. Relax.
Put your gun down.
What do we do?
- Freeze!
- Go, go. Move it.
Faster, come on girls.
Let the girls go and
nobody gets hurt.
Come on.
Get in the car.
Get back.
Amber!
Where's Amber?
Stay calm.
We need you to stay conscious.
I don't care what it takes
you've got to save my dick.
- I can't live without it.
- We'll do everything we can.
Let go of me.
This is no flesh wound.
These are my family jewels.
Jesus wept!
Daddy.
I didn't get this badge knocking
up your mamma. Call me Sheriff.
Sorry, Sheriff.
Word is you got your dick blown
off with your own gun.
That seems about right.
I can see you doing that.
But at the hands of another man!
Say it isn't so.
I don't eat, shit or breath
knowing some guy has my gun.
But you got off lucky.
If that jackass hadn't
shot your pecker off...
I would've done it myself.
Now he has sixty hostages.
He's killed Charlie.
He's got Johnson pinned and
Simms pinned behind a squad car.
And all because he got hold of
some dumb son of a bitch's gun.
- Sheriff.
- I can't breathe.
- Call me Sheriff.
- Sheriff, please.
- We have to get him to O.R.
- Let him bleed.
- What blood group is he?
- O negative just like mine.
Two pints. O negative.
- Alright, son.
- Sheriff.
You tell me right now.
How did all this happen?
He came up behind me and
hit me with a big piece of wood.
- Be quiet, I'm trying to think.
- Ladies, calm down.
We're gonna need your help.
That's it.
Suspect heading south on 99.
We're in pursuit.
Roger south on 99.
He has a car load of hostages.
One white male and...
several cheerleaders.
My God!
Why did you take their tops off?
Two cops won't leave
a bunch of topless women...
stranded on the side of the
road. It'd be barbaric.
We left a bunch of topless
women on road.
You don't see anyone following
us now, do you?
- I am so...
- So what?
I wanted to go home but you
had to piss, and then...
Let's talk about and then.
I was good to go but no...
Mr. Swinging dick had
left the bar.
He was busy outside with some
hot blond. For fresh air?
How do I explain
this to Sarah?
Wait a minute.
- It's no time for a confession.
- She can help us.
- I'll dial it.
- Shit!
I need to talk to Steve Hillman.
Put your shotgun down
and we'll talk.
Fine with me.
I just want to talk.
OK. Now let's start of friendly.
Why don't I come a bit closer?
My God!
Out of the car and
hands in the air!
- I've got it. Stand down.
- Sheriff.
Yes Johnson I'm trying...
We'd have got here sooner,
but we had to...
Shut your damn hole!
Alright, son.
Let's have our little talk.
Maybe this guy can help.
Only one way to find out.
What are you...
OK. Keep your hands in
the air where I can see them.
You're just curious, right?
You're not gonna unload on him.
It's hard to talk with
these guns pointed at me.
Boys, put the guns away.
I mean it, put the guns away.
OK. Nice and easy.
Everything is going to be fine.
That gun you've got
belongs to my son.
- What?
- Bo, deputy Bo Cooper.
He's my son.
Sorry about that.
How is he? Is he alive?
He'll piss through
a tube for a while.
It's the risk you take
when you put on the badge.
But Charlie, the barman you shot
only had a license for alcohol.
- I didn't kill him.
- I'd like to hear your side.
I didn't shoot your son.
He had me up back...
- Hold on, you're his father?
- Yeah.
Don't move. Get your hands up.
Get them up, higher.
Daddy draws from the back.
Less of a reach.
- How did I know that?
- You're in way over your head.
I'm going to give you a break,
if you turn yourself in now.
- Or what?
- Or I'm gonna have to kill you.
This is just a big
misunderstanding.
- I'm gonna count to three. One.
- We were trying to get home.
- Two.
- I didn't shoot anybody.
Three. OK.
Get in the car.
Where's he going?
Stop! I said stop!
Mr. Hillman, I've heard all
I care to hear from you.
- Get back in the car!
- Shit!
Got to go. Come on!
Damn it!
Johnson.
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
- Back to Charlie's place?
- I don't know.
It's obvious you don't
know what the hell you're doing.
You've lost it!
If you wanted to make a point,
you could've shot the girls.
- I just want to stay alive.
- You could've fooled me.
- Go to hell.
- We are in hell.
I smell smoke.
Shit!
We are dead.
- Come on.
- Damn it!
Took my damn gun!
Twenty miles an hour.
I could run faster than this.
Come on.
- Come on!
- Alright.
Come on.
Alert the patrol we need
a roadblock on the county line.
- Earthquake preparedness kit!
- We may need it.
- Hold still.
- Quick!
You're alright.
Oh yeah, it doesn't get any
better than this.
Come on.
Watch your shoulder.
You've got to get a
tetanus shot.
Don't move.
Shit!
Lift it out.
Hurry up!
It can't get worse than this.
Sheriff.
Sir.
- Spit it out Simms.
- About Johnson, I...
I think I was the one who
shot him.
- What are you talking about?
- The car was passing and I...
Listen to me.
Listen to me Simms,
and you listen good.
You and I are held to a higher
standard than most people.
People have to believe in their
protectors and in their country.
- But sir...
- Damn it.
You took an oath to enforce the
the law and to obey it.
Around here, I am the law.
And I'm telling you that you
didn't kill him.
Nod your head and
say "yes, sir".
Yes, sir.
It's going to be alright.
Damn it. We're going to be up
to our asses in F.B.I. Agents.
Give me your weapon.
As far as the rest of the
world is concerned...
Hillman took both our guns.
Understand?
Yes, sir.
- Awful thing, getting killed.
- It could be worse.
It'd be a whole lot easier
if we could put you under.
No way. I want you to know I'm
keeping my eye on you.
I've heard you guys lop off
the wrong leg during surgery.
Officer.
Can I ask you a couple of
questions about deputy Cooper?
No.
Are you related to the victim?
No.
- Excuse me. I'm looking for...
- Nurse.
In here, baby.
- Hey, Bo.
- Come here, darling.
Whatever stuff you've got,
you'd better get rid of.
I did it already.
This thing's got out of control.
If they find those two boys...
Keep your thinking cap on.
We've got a lot of
talking to do.
We've gotta make sure that you
keep your big mouth shut.
If that doesn't work, we need
to make sure that your story...
is what I say happened.
You're hurting me.
No, I'm not. It's just my way
of making a point.
- Are we on the same page?
- Yes, whatever you say.
That's good.
Did you hear about Johnson?
He's been shot and killed.
What?
In Oregon, local police begin
their search for Steven Hillman.
He is believed responsible for
a savage murder spree...
which began this evening.
Police are still searching,
after a bloody rampage...
leaving two dead,
including a police officer.
Deputy Bo Cooper survived,
but was left seriously injured.
- You're hurting me.
- Little is known of Hillman...
but he's said to be armed and
extremely dangerous.
Reporting live from Oregon,
I'm Jody Marconi, channel 2 news.
Take care of him.
My shift is over.
- Shit!
- What?
The battery's dead.
Great. Useless.
I wouldn't say that.
Bite down on this
and hold still.
The spare key under the car,
a first aid kit in the trunk...
Any other day,
I'd laugh at your ass.
You're not going
to laugh at me.
I've got to tell you Steve...
for a guy whose life's
falling apart...
You've got your shit together.
You do know I'm all
talk, right?
You know that
now more than ever.
I've known that for a long time.
Get some rest and we'll
move out in a little bit.
If you shoot anybody,
wake me up.
Murder suspect Steven Hillman
is still at large...
while police comb the woods,
in what is becoming...
one of the largest manhunts
in state history.
Local authorities have
combined forces with...
Good morning.
Good morning.
It's a $3OO fine for littering
these woods. Did you know that?
No, I didn't know that.
Nature has a way of cleaning up
dead folks, but all this crap...
I call that trash.
The dung beetles ain't hungering
to get at your smelly ass.
- Who are you?
- The name's Ollie Parks.
You boys are trespassing on
my property.
I see you stepped on one of my
welcome mats.
Do you know who we are?
Try not to be rude.
Do you know who we are?
I've got a TV.
Show me.
- You're not the sociable type?
- I don't aim to be.
What is it with
these unibomber types?
One day you fall off the fashion
bus or is it a prerequisite?
- Like manifesto writing 1O1.
- You go right on joking kid.
The day the government crashes
through your windows...
you'll wish you had a guy
like me to protect you.
Police are still looking
for Steven J. Hillman.
Earlier today, deputy Bo Cooper
gave a press conference.
Jody Marconi was there.
- He's sexually depraved.
- What?
My Amber was there when I was
shot by this mad man.
- Are you proud of deputy Cooper?
- Yes, I am.
If you could talk to Hillman
right now, what would you say?
Watch your back.
- Harsh words from the one man...
- There's Sarah at the back.
What's she doing here?
What are you doing?
Must be tough.
Talking to all those reporters.
Not exactly how I planned on
spending my day.
Must be even more difficult
having to lie.
- Who are you?
- Steve Hillman is my boyfriend.
- Like you and deputy Cooper.
- So we're pals now.
No we're not. Some women will do
anything for the man they love.
Don't hold your breath.
- You said he attacked you?
- I did.
- Steve would never do that.
- You seem sure about a lot.
If he didn't attack me
in the parking lot...
what was he doing out there with
me? Your Steve and me.
You may know his favorite
ice cream and his dreams...
but I know something about
your Steve, too.
I know his skin is salty
and his kisses are really dry.
And they're all over,
without being sloppy.
If you want to get to the bottom
of this, I'll save you time.
Men are shit, this I know.
Excuse me.
Is there a phone in this mess?
You may have me hostage in my
own home, but I won't cooperate.
You're right.
He's right.
Right about what?
- What the hell are you doing?
- Patrick, trust me.
- You can't let him go.
- Trust me.
Sir, I'm sorry if I wronged you.
I've disrespected you on your
land and for that I'm sorry.
But you need to know something.
My Government has wronged me.
They blame me for something
I didn't do.
They have chased me like an
animal and tried to kill me.
My rights have been taken away.
Will you help me?
Are you crazy?
He's going to kill us.
Shit!
This was a good idea.
Horace, you don't want
to do this.
I got a cell.
You guys want some soup?
Sorry to intrude, sir.
The Feds are here.
We were sent to lend you
a helping hand.
I'm Frank Grunick and this is
agent Shepherd.
Grab a seat, boys.
We're fixing up that office,
you'll be snug in no time.
- Thank you, Sheriff.
- Not like I have much choice.
I've always welcomed you
here in the past.
I've even helped you catch a few
fugitives like that cult leader.
- And we appreciate your coop...
- This is in my own backyard.
And I like to pull my own weeds,
if I'm making myself clear.
That's our concern.
Our reports show a substantial
use of force on your part...
resulting in a lot of property
damage and not much else.
- Make your point.
- You keep missing your target.
Look, Sheriff.
We're not trying to tell
you how to run your show.
Think of us as a
cooperative force.
Maybe you can help me
hit my target.
Careful.
Good job.
If your recovery takes too long,
we'll have to buy new batteries.
Was that a joke?
Lighten up, let's get your
stuff and get out of here.
You want to hear
something funny?
That was funny.
Don't you think?
Pack up the rest of this stuff
before my jokes get dirty.
The profile of Steven Hillman
is that of an ideal student.
The kind of young man you would
take home to meet your parents.
But his actions last night paint
a familiar picture...
of student rage and violence.
No more live spots until
somebody else gets tapped.
- Hello, this is Sarah.
- Sarah!
Oh my God!
I'm sorry I didn't make it home,
I tried to call...
...and you know the rest.
- I don't know the rest.
I know what I see on TV
and hear at the hospital.
What happened?
I'm scared.
Everything they're saying is a lie.
I didn't shoot that guy.
He was trying to kill me
You've got to believe me.
I want to.
What can I do?
This where we should go.
Middle of nowhere.
- Easy to get lost.
- This is what we need.
We need the kind of protection a
national audience can provide.
- Like a news crew?
- Yes. We'll turn ourselves in...
but we can't just walk up to
local cops.
Ok, where?
It's a bridge where 56 meets
Mountain View Rd.
- Can you meet us there at 4pm?
- How will you clear your name?
By telling the truth, these ass
holes aren't credible witnesses.
Like Amber?
She wouldn't be credible?
Especially her.
Would it be a lie if she said
she knows how your lips taste?
Is that it?
Sarah, listen.
I won't let you down.
I'll see you at 4pm.
- Sarah, please.
- I've got to go.
She knows about Amber.
Maybe going down in a hail
of bullets is a good idea.
- Awful lot of guns.
- You want one?
No, I've got two.
Here's a conversation
I never thought I'd hear.
We'll get there in no time.
Beautiful country up there.
In the 18OO's it used to
be a volcano.
People think she'll blow again
like Mount St Helen did.
Funny thing about volcanoes.
They start out beautiful,
Peaceful, and then...
You never know how much
pressure's building up inside.
I think I do.
Sheriff, they've found the car.
- Where?
- Two miles from where...
...they started out.
- Two Miles!
I need to speak with you.
You two should get a room.
- Mount Monroe.
- Mount Monroe.
This could be a great story.
- So what do you need?
- As far as your concerned?
Follow you out to the rendezvous
and bring him back in.
- The camera rolls all the time.
- That goes without saying.
I'll call the station.
Norman, get the gear.
What is it?
It's Steve's word
against the police's.
And Amber's and Cooper's.
There must be some kind of evidence.
- Could you make me some pudding?
- Pudding?
Pudding.
Every time I was sick, my mom
would make me pudding.
- Sure, whatever you want.
- Right now I want the remote.
Bring everything up.
I still haven't got the remote.
Here.
And I'm gonna need a beer.
And I'm gonna need
my pudding.
Thank you, honey.
Beer.
Beer, girl!
I'm making your fucking pudding.
And a juice.
- We've got a lead.
- The car?
Better.
- Let's keep it low.
- There's a bridge in the woods.
Looks like they're gonna meet
up with some friends, 4pm.
We should call for backup.
By the time they get here,
it'll be too late.
- Do we let Cooper in on this?
- My source may not be reliable.
Smart enough to call.
Smart enough to collect a reward.
Let's just keep this on our side
of the fence.
- It's his county he should know.
- He's had his chance.
Amateur hour is over as far
as I'm concerned.
I couldn't agree more.
- It's beautiful.
- You should see it in the fall.
I hope I do some day.
Hey you guys, the wind pushes
your spit ten feet to the left.
That's beautiful, Patrick.
I'd stay for the show, but I
don't do to well with crowds.
Thanks for everything.
There's not much to do out here
for fun.
This has been a hoot
for an angry old coot like me.
Don't be offended by
what I said earlier.
Don't sweat it, kid.
I'll mail you something special.
So there's the mountain.
It's not a mountain.
It's a dormant volcano.
Put a price on your head...
and suddenly you're
Walt Whitman.
Amber, come on and get
a close up of this.
I don't like being around guns.
Just keep filming.
God, it's hot.
That feels good.
Give me a kiss.
- Come on, let's go home.
- Come on, let's go home.
Good times.
Here we go.
Listen, why don't you
two talk first?
You look terrible.
The weathered beat up look can
be kind of sexy, can't it?
I'm sorry.
We'll talk about that later.
Just promise me one thing.
Anything.
The next conference,
you take me with you.
You've got a lot of leverage
on me.
With that tape of us camping.
Or the one where I bungee
jump at the fair.
That was a hoot. Funny though,
I hadn't thought about this one.
There's some interesting
shit on this.
You were gonna sell me out!
Is that what's on your mind?
We're a team.
We watch each others back.
When that hammer comes down...
It's gonna be so easy
to forget you, bitch.
F.B.I. Put your hands on your head,
get down on your knees.
- Shit!
- Hands on your head. I repeat.
I said I was gonna turn myself in.
How could you do this?
No, I swear to God I...
This is Jody Marconi with
a news exclusive...
That bitch.
Drop to your knees.
Do it now.
Freeze!
- Stop or I'll shoot.
- Steve, get down.
Get down.
Get down.
What the hell.
Open this door.
Do you hear me?
We have to get
out of here now.
After three. One, Two...
We've got to get the camera.
Bullshit.
- I've gotta get him out of here.
- I know. Come on help me.
This isn't going to work.
You guys have got to
get ready to carry him.
- What are you doing?
- We've got to go now.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you didn't love me.
There, three o'clock.
You in the woods!
Hold your fire.
Put him in the back of
the truck.
Put him inside.
Everyone get in.
- Go ahead. I'll stay.
- No way.
He's going to die.
You think you can hurt me?
I've got friends.
I've got family in high places.
- I've got...
- Bo, you ain't got dick!
Drop it! Now!
OK, I'll put them down.
- Don't move.
- I'm not.
Don't move.
Hold your fire.
Drop your weapon.
Wakey, wakey.
You know...
you never realize how much
you love something...
until you loose it.
Did you have
a good time with her?
You know what we've got here?
Two generations of
law enforcement.
Both of whom had there guns
taken away by a snot nose prick.
I'm thinking we need
to go for some retraining.
My son Bo goes for these
snub nosed jobs.
They make a bigger bang or
some such nonsense.
But he's not gonna be making
much of a bang anymore.
I've come to understand that
there is no dignity in death.
The only thing we leave behind
is a legacy. Our family.
You have taken
that away from me...
with one shot to the nuts.
And for that you're
going to die.
I'm OK with that now.
I used to think you could be in
control of these things but no.
So if we're gonna do this,
let's get on with it.
As a father...
you should know that
your son is a jack ass.
Is that right?
He played this game,
draw with his pistol.
He said the two of you used
to play with squirt guns.
When he was shooting at me the
gun went off in his own pants.
So if there's anyone dumb enough
to shoot his own dick off...
Congratulations,
that's your boy.
Damn that boy.
Sheriff he didn't do it.
We've come to far to back off now.
You go and take him out.
Only one person could've killed
Johnson, that's not you is it?
- This is crazy.
- We can't leave this dangling.
Now you put a bullet
in his skull.
- I have to do everything myself.
- Sheriff.
Something wrong with your aim?
I can't...
Finish your sentence, son.
I'm listening.
I took an oath. I can't let you.
You're out of your mind.
I took an oath.
You're right.
You're right, son.
I'm sorry,
but you can't blame me.
I'm just looking out for my
boys, first my son then Johnson.
Then this son of a bitch shoots
you with my own gun.
I tend to agree with you.
Life isn't something
you can control.
It's something you endure.
But a man like me in my position...
Well, I gotta at least make
an effort.
Because I took an oath too.
First one I'm gonna put in your
balls so you know how it feels.
Oh God.
Don't move.
Stay right where you are.
I never shot anybody.
I'm starting to believe you.
Nice shot.
I didn't shoot him.
It's five days since the hunt
for Steven Hillman ended.
With allegations of corruption
in county Oregon.
The deaths of Sheriff Cooper and
Hal Johnson have been...
overshadowed by attempted murder
and obstruction of justice.
Allegations made by the F.B.I.
Amber Rathkin has recanted her
statement that Hillman shot...
deputy Bo Cooper after an
altercation outside a local bar.
The F.B.I. have a home video
supporting claims that Cooper...
shot himself accidentally.
All assholes please raise their hand.
- That's funny.
- You bet it is.
Let's see you beat that.
When did you become a winner?
Hey, Doc.
I was wrong, somebody does
love you, these came for you.
It's from the cheerleaders.
"Hoping these will cheer you up.
Love, Tracy and the girls of...
the O.C.C.C.
- Promise me you'll outgrow him.
- I'm trying.
That's enough now.
- I won't cover your shift again.
- I know.
I'll be looking forward
to that sponge bath.
She is right.
The life of a playboy is fraught
with misery and loneliness.
You ought to marry her,
have babies, grab a morgage...
...settle down.
- There'll be time for that.
You know what we need?
When you're all better.
What's that?
A road trip.
Pressure (2002)
Come on. Stay with me.
- Tell me where it hurts.
- Just help me.
- Where does it hurt?
- I'm holding my stomach.
- Where?
- What?
- Where? What side?
- Here.
- Sarah.
- Pain, left side abdomen.
- Any bleeding?
- No bleeding.
- Impact?
- What do you mean?
- Did someone hit him?
- I don't know.
- You need to make the call.
- I'm calling you.
Acute pain on left side.
Make the call.
I'm going with
ruptured appendix.
- How much money was on this?
- Twenty dollars.
Sorry, Steve.
It's his spleen.
- Shit.
- Spleen.
- Appendix is on the...
- Right side. I Know.
I don't need these games.
I've got real emergencies.
Real patients.
- You didn't ask if I'd been hit.
- Just die already.
Someone was nice enough
to take over your shift.
And I didn't even call today to
say how much I miss you.
Now I am sick.
I'm getting at 2am.
Is that too late to call?
Maybe I'll just say I'll see you
when I see you.
I love you.
You should.
- So sweet I got to pee!
- Shut up.
Seriously,
I've got to take a leak.
- O.C.C.C.?
- You got me.
Oregon Council of...
Orthopedic Catastrophe
Coalition.
Council of Cookie Cutter...
Cookie Cutter Committee.
Official Committee for
Central Cunnilingus.
- You saw that too, right?
- I did.
That was like walking
into a beer commercial.
You are going to pee,
then we are going to go.
Oregon College
Cheerleading Championship.
As good as that may sound,
we still have to get back!
Ladies.
This has the makings of a bad
porn movie but in a good way.
Take a piss,
then we're gonna leave.
I am gonna piss...
we have two beers,
and then we leave.
- Steve!
- Patrick!
What?
Please.
One beer.
I've been trying to
figure out your ailment.
But your symptoms keep changing.
What is it?
- Why are you so wound up?
- I work harder than anybody.
You thumb through the text book
and get it in a week.
School isn't to be excelled at.
It's to be endured.
Come on!
Look around you.
God has dropped a little piece
of heaven in your lap.
Let your mind wander.
Give it a rest.
- Have some fun.
- I have fun.
- You just think you do.
- That's your opinion.
Sorry.
- Are you a judge?
- What?
Are you a judge?
Next time you get asked that,
say yes.
Your friend's got team spirit.
It looks like it, doesn't it?
Are you a judge?
Are you a cheerleader?
Do I look like a
fucking cheerleader?
You look like something.
Not a cheerleader, but...
Each to his own.
Nice talking to you.
Am I blushing?
I've never been put in my
place like that before.
- Should I slap you or...
- Or what?
- I'm Amber.
- Steve.
You're not a local.
And you told me you're not a judge.
And you don't look like a fem
boy that cheers with the girls.
So I'm gonna let you
tell me who you are.
I'm a doctor.
I'm a student.
Me and my buddy, we're coming
down for this conference in...
I don't want to be
that guy tonight.
Good, because he
was starting to bore me.
He's starting to bore me too.
Steve.
It is Steve, right?
I've got something I'd like to
show you.
What do you want to show me?
- It's a mole.
- A mole?
Or maybe a birthmark.
I'm not sure.
If I show you in here,
we could get arrested.
Really?
It'd put me at ease
if I got a thorough examination.
Why don't you show me
where it hurts?
What are doctors
driving these days?
Check out the Mustang
over there.
- That's nice.
- Thanks.
Come on, doctor.
It's right here.
Can you see it?
- I don't see it.
- You should look closer.
I can't do this.
I can not do this.
Trust me.
I want to very badly but...
I love someone.
It's the one thing
I know I'm doing right.
- I know that sounds corny.
- No, it doesn't.
You're very sweet.
She's a very lucky girl.
I'm really sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
- Did you mean that?
- What?
- That he's sweet and all.
- Eat shit, Bo.
- Did he touch your cooch?
- Just get his wallet.
You let them touch you a little
more each time we do this.
Like you're getting off
on this shit.
And like hurting them
doesn't get you hard.
If you disrespect me again in
front of one of these Johns...
I'm going to show you what gets
me real hard.
You are one pretty boy.
If I'd known you
were this scrumptious...
I'd have let you bump up with
my girl just to be nice.
Tell me you know
which car is his.
Good girl.
Meet me at my truck.
I'm gonna play cowboys with...
Steven J. Hillman of
San Francisco, California.
We've never done anyone
from the Gay bay.
This is a rare occasion.
- Just leave him.
- That is strike!
Don't make me send you
back to the miners.
What do you say, you
and I go play in the forest?
- Why are you doing this?
- Why?
Because it's fun.
You're gonna love this.
I used to play this with
my Dad every Saturday.
I'm real close to my father.
I've got hang ups like Katmandu.
I love my Daddy.
I tell him everyday. Give his
tired old ass a big old hug.
Very touching.
That was pretty bold for you.
There we go.
When we used to do this
we used a squirt gun.
- This is way more fun.
- What are you doing?
Don't move.
You're gonna love this, I swear.
Damn it, Bo.
I'm having a good night. Usually
I clip a guy after a few shots.
Oh, that's good.
Please don't kill me.
Take everything, I don't care.
Been there. Done that.
My dad used to nail me
right in the eye.
My dad was a dead on aim.
Drew from the back.
Less of a reach.
Me, I prefer,
the front load approach.
You say draw, partner.
Say draw.
Say draw!
Shit.
Oh, my God!
- What did you do!
- I didn't do this.
He was shooting at me.
- 4-18
- 4-18 go ahead.
Officer down.
- What's your twenty?
- You're a cop!
I'm in the woods
behind Charlie's Place.
Please don't kill me.
I'm going to kill you?
Remember me? I'm the guy
you were shooting at.
If you're not gonna kill me,
you'd better run.
What are you going to do?
Not me.
Not me.
Not me.
I'm just up the road.
I'm on my way.
- All units, officer down.
- Talk to me Bo.
- Any other officers down?
- Will advise.
Run, run!
- I'm around the corner.
- Roger.
4- 18, do you copy?
Dispatch for 4-18.
Shit.
Talk to me, Bo.
I'm in the woods.
The keys. Shit!
Down here we have the
muscle that bends the leg.
And running all the way
along here...
Patrick, we have got to go.
I've had eight tequila shots.
You'll have to help me.
- You look like shit.
- We gotta leave now.
- Let me introduce you to Tracy.
- We gotta leave.
Keep that chair warm for me.
You're spooking the natives
and you're freaking me out.
All units,
the suspect is Steven Hillman,
white male, aged 25, 173 pounds.
Brown hair and eyes.
Wearing a brown shirt and jeans.
- He is armed and dangerous.
- Who are they talking about?
Drop it. On the bar.
Gently.
Turn that off.
What the hell?
Can we go home now?
Sure.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Freeze!
- We didn't shoot anybody.
- Drop that weapon.
Wait.
Christ!
He killed Charlie.
- Who the hell is he?
- Some kind of fearless shit.
Sheriff, we need you.
We shot a hostage.
Don't tell me that.
This is getting weird.
Just put the gun down.
This is all your fault.
A little piece of heaven, right?
We'll go outside and tell
them it was a big mistake.
A local cop blew his balls
off in front of me.
He used me for target practice.
His girl broke into our car.
What?
Do you know what it feels
like to be shot at?
Okay Steve, tell me.
What do you want to do?
I don't know.
- Get on the ground.
- Let them go.
- Let them go.
- Take it easy. Relax.
Put your gun down.
What do we do?
- Freeze!
- Go, go. Move it.
Faster, come on girls.
Let the girls go and
nobody gets hurt.
Come on.
Get in the car.
Get back.
Amber!
Where's Amber?
Stay calm.
We need you to stay conscious.
I don't care what it takes
you've got to save my dick.
- I can't live without it.
- We'll do everything we can.
Let go of me.
This is no flesh wound.
These are my family jewels.
Jesus wept!
Daddy.
I didn't get this badge knocking
up your mamma. Call me Sheriff.
Sorry, Sheriff.
Word is you got your dick blown
off with your own gun.
That seems about right.
I can see you doing that.
But at the hands of another man!
Say it isn't so.
I don't eat, shit or breath
knowing some guy has my gun.
But you got off lucky.
If that jackass hadn't
shot your pecker off...
I would've done it myself.
Now he has sixty hostages.
He's killed Charlie.
He's got Johnson pinned and
Simms pinned behind a squad car.
And all because he got hold of
some dumb son of a bitch's gun.
- Sheriff.
- I can't breathe.
- Call me Sheriff.
- Sheriff, please.
- We have to get him to O.R.
- Let him bleed.
- What blood group is he?
- O negative just like mine.
Two pints. O negative.
- Alright, son.
- Sheriff.
You tell me right now.
How did all this happen?
He came up behind me and
hit me with a big piece of wood.
- Be quiet, I'm trying to think.
- Ladies, calm down.
We're gonna need your help.
That's it.
Suspect heading south on 99.
We're in pursuit.
Roger south on 99.
He has a car load of hostages.
One white male and...
several cheerleaders.
My God!
Why did you take their tops off?
Two cops won't leave
a bunch of topless women...
stranded on the side of the
road. It'd be barbaric.
We left a bunch of topless
women on road.
You don't see anyone following
us now, do you?
- I am so...
- So what?
I wanted to go home but you
had to piss, and then...
Let's talk about and then.
I was good to go but no...
Mr. Swinging dick had
left the bar.
He was busy outside with some
hot blond. For fresh air?
How do I explain
this to Sarah?
Wait a minute.
- It's no time for a confession.
- She can help us.
- I'll dial it.
- Shit!
I need to talk to Steve Hillman.
Put your shotgun down
and we'll talk.
Fine with me.
I just want to talk.
OK. Now let's start of friendly.
Why don't I come a bit closer?
My God!
Out of the car and
hands in the air!
- I've got it. Stand down.
- Sheriff.
Yes Johnson I'm trying...
We'd have got here sooner,
but we had to...
Shut your damn hole!
Alright, son.
Let's have our little talk.
Maybe this guy can help.
Only one way to find out.
What are you...
OK. Keep your hands in
the air where I can see them.
You're just curious, right?
You're not gonna unload on him.
It's hard to talk with
these guns pointed at me.
Boys, put the guns away.
I mean it, put the guns away.
OK. Nice and easy.
Everything is going to be fine.
That gun you've got
belongs to my son.
- What?
- Bo, deputy Bo Cooper.
He's my son.
Sorry about that.
How is he? Is he alive?
He'll piss through
a tube for a while.
It's the risk you take
when you put on the badge.
But Charlie, the barman you shot
only had a license for alcohol.
- I didn't kill him.
- I'd like to hear your side.
I didn't shoot your son.
He had me up back...
- Hold on, you're his father?
- Yeah.
Don't move. Get your hands up.
Get them up, higher.
Daddy draws from the back.
Less of a reach.
- How did I know that?
- You're in way over your head.
I'm going to give you a break,
if you turn yourself in now.
- Or what?
- Or I'm gonna have to kill you.
This is just a big
misunderstanding.
- I'm gonna count to three. One.
- We were trying to get home.
- Two.
- I didn't shoot anybody.
Three. OK.
Get in the car.
Where's he going?
Stop! I said stop!
Mr. Hillman, I've heard all
I care to hear from you.
- Get back in the car!
- Shit!
Got to go. Come on!
Damn it!
Johnson.
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
- Back to Charlie's place?
- I don't know.
It's obvious you don't
know what the hell you're doing.
You've lost it!
If you wanted to make a point,
you could've shot the girls.
- I just want to stay alive.
- You could've fooled me.
- Go to hell.
- We are in hell.
I smell smoke.
Shit!
We are dead.
- Come on.
- Damn it!
Took my damn gun!
Twenty miles an hour.
I could run faster than this.
Come on.
- Come on!
- Alright.
Come on.
Alert the patrol we need
a roadblock on the county line.
- Earthquake preparedness kit!
- We may need it.
- Hold still.
- Quick!
You're alright.
Oh yeah, it doesn't get any
better than this.
Come on.
Watch your shoulder.
You've got to get a
tetanus shot.
Don't move.
Shit!
Lift it out.
Hurry up!
It can't get worse than this.
Sheriff.
Sir.
- Spit it out Simms.
- About Johnson, I...
I think I was the one who
shot him.
- What are you talking about?
- The car was passing and I...
Listen to me.
Listen to me Simms,
and you listen good.
You and I are held to a higher
standard than most people.
People have to believe in their
protectors and in their country.
- But sir...
- Damn it.
You took an oath to enforce the
the law and to obey it.
Around here, I am the law.
And I'm telling you that you
didn't kill him.
Nod your head and
say "yes, sir".
Yes, sir.
It's going to be alright.
Damn it. We're going to be up
to our asses in F.B.I. Agents.
Give me your weapon.
As far as the rest of the
world is concerned...
Hillman took both our guns.
Understand?
Yes, sir.
- Awful thing, getting killed.
- It could be worse.
It'd be a whole lot easier
if we could put you under.
No way. I want you to know I'm
keeping my eye on you.
I've heard you guys lop off
the wrong leg during surgery.
Officer.
Can I ask you a couple of
questions about deputy Cooper?
No.
Are you related to the victim?
No.
- Excuse me. I'm looking for...
- Nurse.
In here, baby.
- Hey, Bo.
- Come here, darling.
Whatever stuff you've got,
you'd better get rid of.
I did it already.
This thing's got out of control.
If they find those two boys...
Keep your thinking cap on.
We've got a lot of
talking to do.
We've gotta make sure that you
keep your big mouth shut.
If that doesn't work, we need
to make sure that your story...
is what I say happened.
You're hurting me.
No, I'm not. It's just my way
of making a point.
- Are we on the same page?
- Yes, whatever you say.
That's good.
Did you hear about Johnson?
He's been shot and killed.
What?
In Oregon, local police begin
their search for Steven Hillman.
He is believed responsible for
a savage murder spree...
which began this evening.
Police are still searching,
after a bloody rampage...
leaving two dead,
including a police officer.
Deputy Bo Cooper survived,
but was left seriously injured.
- You're hurting me.
- Little is known of Hillman...
but he's said to be armed and
extremely dangerous.
Reporting live from Oregon,
I'm Jody Marconi, channel 2 news.
Take care of him.
My shift is over.
- Shit!
- What?
The battery's dead.
Great. Useless.
I wouldn't say that.
Bite down on this
and hold still.
The spare key under the car,
a first aid kit in the trunk...
Any other day,
I'd laugh at your ass.
You're not going
to laugh at me.
I've got to tell you Steve...
for a guy whose life's
falling apart...
You've got your shit together.
You do know I'm all
talk, right?
You know that
now more than ever.
I've known that for a long time.
Get some rest and we'll
move out in a little bit.
If you shoot anybody,
wake me up.
Murder suspect Steven Hillman
is still at large...
while police comb the woods,
in what is becoming...
one of the largest manhunts
in state history.
Local authorities have
combined forces with...
Good morning.
Good morning.
It's a $3OO fine for littering
these woods. Did you know that?
No, I didn't know that.
Nature has a way of cleaning up
dead folks, but all this crap...
I call that trash.
The dung beetles ain't hungering
to get at your smelly ass.
- Who are you?
- The name's Ollie Parks.
You boys are trespassing on
my property.
I see you stepped on one of my
welcome mats.
Do you know who we are?
Try not to be rude.
Do you know who we are?
I've got a TV.
Show me.
- You're not the sociable type?
- I don't aim to be.
What is it with
these unibomber types?
One day you fall off the fashion
bus or is it a prerequisite?
- Like manifesto writing 1O1.
- You go right on joking kid.
The day the government crashes
through your windows...
you'll wish you had a guy
like me to protect you.
Police are still looking
for Steven J. Hillman.
Earlier today, deputy Bo Cooper
gave a press conference.
Jody Marconi was there.
- He's sexually depraved.
- What?
My Amber was there when I was
shot by this mad man.
- Are you proud of deputy Cooper?
- Yes, I am.
If you could talk to Hillman
right now, what would you say?
Watch your back.
- Harsh words from the one man...
- There's Sarah at the back.
What's she doing here?
What are you doing?
Must be tough.
Talking to all those reporters.
Not exactly how I planned on
spending my day.
Must be even more difficult
having to lie.
- Who are you?
- Steve Hillman is my boyfriend.
- Like you and deputy Cooper.
- So we're pals now.
No we're not. Some women will do
anything for the man they love.
Don't hold your breath.
- You said he attacked you?
- I did.
- Steve would never do that.
- You seem sure about a lot.
If he didn't attack me
in the parking lot...
what was he doing out there with
me? Your Steve and me.
You may know his favorite
ice cream and his dreams...
but I know something about
your Steve, too.
I know his skin is salty
and his kisses are really dry.
And they're all over,
without being sloppy.
If you want to get to the bottom
of this, I'll save you time.
Men are shit, this I know.
Excuse me.
Is there a phone in this mess?
You may have me hostage in my
own home, but I won't cooperate.
You're right.
He's right.
Right about what?
- What the hell are you doing?
- Patrick, trust me.
- You can't let him go.
- Trust me.
Sir, I'm sorry if I wronged you.
I've disrespected you on your
land and for that I'm sorry.
But you need to know something.
My Government has wronged me.
They blame me for something
I didn't do.
They have chased me like an
animal and tried to kill me.
My rights have been taken away.
Will you help me?
Are you crazy?
He's going to kill us.
Shit!
This was a good idea.
Horace, you don't want
to do this.
I got a cell.
You guys want some soup?
Sorry to intrude, sir.
The Feds are here.
We were sent to lend you
a helping hand.
I'm Frank Grunick and this is
agent Shepherd.
Grab a seat, boys.
We're fixing up that office,
you'll be snug in no time.
- Thank you, Sheriff.
- Not like I have much choice.
I've always welcomed you
here in the past.
I've even helped you catch a few
fugitives like that cult leader.
- And we appreciate your coop...
- This is in my own backyard.
And I like to pull my own weeds,
if I'm making myself clear.
That's our concern.
Our reports show a substantial
use of force on your part...
resulting in a lot of property
damage and not much else.
- Make your point.
- You keep missing your target.
Look, Sheriff.
We're not trying to tell
you how to run your show.
Think of us as a
cooperative force.
Maybe you can help me
hit my target.
Careful.
Good job.
If your recovery takes too long,
we'll have to buy new batteries.
Was that a joke?
Lighten up, let's get your
stuff and get out of here.
You want to hear
something funny?
That was funny.
Don't you think?
Pack up the rest of this stuff
before my jokes get dirty.
The profile of Steven Hillman
is that of an ideal student.
The kind of young man you would
take home to meet your parents.
But his actions last night paint
a familiar picture...
of student rage and violence.
No more live spots until
somebody else gets tapped.
- Hello, this is Sarah.
- Sarah!
Oh my God!
I'm sorry I didn't make it home,
I tried to call...
...and you know the rest.
- I don't know the rest.
I know what I see on TV
and hear at the hospital.
What happened?
I'm scared.
Everything they're saying is a lie.
I didn't shoot that guy.
He was trying to kill me
You've got to believe me.
I want to.
What can I do?
This where we should go.
Middle of nowhere.
- Easy to get lost.
- This is what we need.
We need the kind of protection a
national audience can provide.
- Like a news crew?
- Yes. We'll turn ourselves in...
but we can't just walk up to
local cops.
Ok, where?
It's a bridge where 56 meets
Mountain View Rd.
- Can you meet us there at 4pm?
- How will you clear your name?
By telling the truth, these ass
holes aren't credible witnesses.
Like Amber?
She wouldn't be credible?
Especially her.
Would it be a lie if she said
she knows how your lips taste?
Is that it?
Sarah, listen.
I won't let you down.
I'll see you at 4pm.
- Sarah, please.
- I've got to go.
She knows about Amber.
Maybe going down in a hail
of bullets is a good idea.
- Awful lot of guns.
- You want one?
No, I've got two.
Here's a conversation
I never thought I'd hear.
We'll get there in no time.
Beautiful country up there.
In the 18OO's it used to
be a volcano.
People think she'll blow again
like Mount St Helen did.
Funny thing about volcanoes.
They start out beautiful,
Peaceful, and then...
You never know how much
pressure's building up inside.
I think I do.
Sheriff, they've found the car.
- Where?
- Two miles from where...
...they started out.
- Two Miles!
I need to speak with you.
You two should get a room.
- Mount Monroe.
- Mount Monroe.
This could be a great story.
- So what do you need?
- As far as your concerned?
Follow you out to the rendezvous
and bring him back in.
- The camera rolls all the time.
- That goes without saying.
I'll call the station.
Norman, get the gear.
What is it?
It's Steve's word
against the police's.
And Amber's and Cooper's.
There must be some kind of evidence.
- Could you make me some pudding?
- Pudding?
Pudding.
Every time I was sick, my mom
would make me pudding.
- Sure, whatever you want.
- Right now I want the remote.
Bring everything up.
I still haven't got the remote.
Here.
And I'm gonna need a beer.
And I'm gonna need
my pudding.
Thank you, honey.
Beer.
Beer, girl!
I'm making your fucking pudding.
And a juice.
- We've got a lead.
- The car?
Better.
- Let's keep it low.
- There's a bridge in the woods.
Looks like they're gonna meet
up with some friends, 4pm.
We should call for backup.
By the time they get here,
it'll be too late.
- Do we let Cooper in on this?
- My source may not be reliable.
Smart enough to call.
Smart enough to collect a reward.
Let's just keep this on our side
of the fence.
- It's his county he should know.
- He's had his chance.
Amateur hour is over as far
as I'm concerned.
I couldn't agree more.
- It's beautiful.
- You should see it in the fall.
I hope I do some day.
Hey you guys, the wind pushes
your spit ten feet to the left.
That's beautiful, Patrick.
I'd stay for the show, but I
don't do to well with crowds.
Thanks for everything.
There's not much to do out here
for fun.
This has been a hoot
for an angry old coot like me.
Don't be offended by
what I said earlier.
Don't sweat it, kid.
I'll mail you something special.
So there's the mountain.
It's not a mountain.
It's a dormant volcano.
Put a price on your head...
and suddenly you're
Walt Whitman.
Amber, come on and get
a close up of this.
I don't like being around guns.
Just keep filming.
God, it's hot.
That feels good.
Give me a kiss.
- Come on, let's go home.
- Come on, let's go home.
Good times.
Here we go.
Listen, why don't you
two talk first?
You look terrible.
The weathered beat up look can
be kind of sexy, can't it?
I'm sorry.
We'll talk about that later.
Just promise me one thing.
Anything.
The next conference,
you take me with you.
You've got a lot of leverage
on me.
With that tape of us camping.
Or the one where I bungee
jump at the fair.
That was a hoot. Funny though,
I hadn't thought about this one.
There's some interesting
shit on this.
You were gonna sell me out!
Is that what's on your mind?
We're a team.
We watch each others back.
When that hammer comes down...
It's gonna be so easy
to forget you, bitch.
F.B.I. Put your hands on your head,
get down on your knees.
- Shit!
- Hands on your head. I repeat.
I said I was gonna turn myself in.
How could you do this?
No, I swear to God I...
This is Jody Marconi with
a news exclusive...
That bitch.
Drop to your knees.
Do it now.
Freeze!
- Stop or I'll shoot.
- Steve, get down.
Get down.
Get down.
What the hell.
Open this door.
Do you hear me?
We have to get
out of here now.
After three. One, Two...
We've got to get the camera.
Bullshit.
- I've gotta get him out of here.
- I know. Come on help me.
This isn't going to work.
You guys have got to
get ready to carry him.
- What are you doing?
- We've got to go now.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you didn't love me.
There, three o'clock.
You in the woods!
Hold your fire.
Put him in the back of
the truck.
Put him inside.
Everyone get in.
- Go ahead. I'll stay.
- No way.
He's going to die.
You think you can hurt me?
I've got friends.
I've got family in high places.
- I've got...
- Bo, you ain't got dick!
Drop it! Now!
OK, I'll put them down.
- Don't move.
- I'm not.
Don't move.
Hold your fire.
Drop your weapon.
Wakey, wakey.
You know...
you never realize how much
you love something...
until you loose it.
Did you have
a good time with her?
You know what we've got here?
Two generations of
law enforcement.
Both of whom had there guns
taken away by a snot nose prick.
I'm thinking we need
to go for some retraining.
My son Bo goes for these
snub nosed jobs.
They make a bigger bang or
some such nonsense.
But he's not gonna be making
much of a bang anymore.
I've come to understand that
there is no dignity in death.
The only thing we leave behind
is a legacy. Our family.
You have taken
that away from me...
with one shot to the nuts.
And for that you're
going to die.
I'm OK with that now.
I used to think you could be in
control of these things but no.
So if we're gonna do this,
let's get on with it.
As a father...
you should know that
your son is a jack ass.
Is that right?
He played this game,
draw with his pistol.
He said the two of you used
to play with squirt guns.
When he was shooting at me the
gun went off in his own pants.
So if there's anyone dumb enough
to shoot his own dick off...
Congratulations,
that's your boy.
Damn that boy.
Sheriff he didn't do it.
We've come to far to back off now.
You go and take him out.
Only one person could've killed
Johnson, that's not you is it?
- This is crazy.
- We can't leave this dangling.
Now you put a bullet
in his skull.
- I have to do everything myself.
- Sheriff.
Something wrong with your aim?
I can't...
Finish your sentence, son.
I'm listening.
I took an oath. I can't let you.
You're out of your mind.
I took an oath.
You're right.
You're right, son.
I'm sorry,
but you can't blame me.
I'm just looking out for my
boys, first my son then Johnson.
Then this son of a bitch shoots
you with my own gun.
I tend to agree with you.
Life isn't something
you can control.
It's something you endure.
But a man like me in my position...
Well, I gotta at least make
an effort.
Because I took an oath too.
First one I'm gonna put in your
balls so you know how it feels.
Oh God.
Don't move.
Stay right where you are.
I never shot anybody.
I'm starting to believe you.
Nice shot.
I didn't shoot him.
It's five days since the hunt
for Steven Hillman ended.
With allegations of corruption
in county Oregon.
The deaths of Sheriff Cooper and
Hal Johnson have been...
overshadowed by attempted murder
and obstruction of justice.
Allegations made by the F.B.I.
Amber Rathkin has recanted her
statement that Hillman shot...
deputy Bo Cooper after an
altercation outside a local bar.
The F.B.I. have a home video
supporting claims that Cooper...
shot himself accidentally.
All assholes please raise their hand.
- That's funny.
- You bet it is.
Let's see you beat that.
When did you become a winner?
Hey, Doc.
I was wrong, somebody does
love you, these came for you.
It's from the cheerleaders.
"Hoping these will cheer you up.
Love, Tracy and the girls of...
the O.C.C.C.
- Promise me you'll outgrow him.
- I'm trying.
That's enough now.
- I won't cover your shift again.
- I know.
I'll be looking forward
to that sponge bath.
She is right.
The life of a playboy is fraught
with misery and loneliness.
You ought to marry her,
have babies, grab a morgage...
...settle down.
- There'll be time for that.
You know what we need?
When you're all better.
What's that?
A road trip.