Three Fugitives

DOORS SLAM

This film contains some strong language

25 cents an hour.

Six hours a day.

Five years.

That's...1,740.

Not much for all that laundry, eh, Lucas?

Good luck.

Don't come back.

-GUARD SPEAKS INTO INTERCOM:

-Lucas released on parole.

Open the gate.

Good luck, Lucas.

I thought you might be lonesome.

I missed you.

-Five years is a long time.

-I agree.

It should have been 10.

-I'd have missed you more.

-Are you done?

But I'll look on the bright side.

You rob a bank, I bag you and make lieutenant.

Don't count on me for more promotions.

I'm done. Sorry to disappoint you.

I'm not dying in prison.

One day, you'll walk past a bank and the fun will begin again.

-You think so?

-You want to bet?

OK, I'll rob a bank for you.

Give me a ride.

ME drive you to a bank?

Here we are - Pacific National.

Fine. Thanks for the ride, guys.

-You think he'll do it?

-No, he's nuts but he's not...

I don't think so.

Imagine if he hit a bank we drove him to.

Shut up. Let's go.

Excuse me, New Accounts, please.

Thank you.

-I'd like to open a new account.

-Have a seat.

Thank you.

Do you think he's really going straight?

Nah.

14 armed robberies.

14!

Those guys don't make career changes.

-I had the feeling he was serious.

-You're naive!

Next time I get him, it won't just be five years.

Present employer?

I'm between jobs.

Everybody, hands up!

This is a hold-up!

I said stick them up!

SCREAMING

You see this? It's a grenade.

I'm pulling the pin, so no funny business.

If I drop this thing, it will go off.

So, move it! >

Move it, move it!

Get moving over there! Move it!

Would you speed it up?

Come on!

All right, keep those hands up.

That's good.

You, take this.

Well, put money in it!

RED LIGHT BUZZES

All available units, 211 silent in progress,

Pacific National Bank, 48th and Wells.

Freeze!

POLICE RADIO: 'All available units.

'211 silent in progress, Pacific National Bank,

'48th and Wells.

'All units, code three.'

Dugan here. Please repeat.

'We have a 211 at the Pacific National Bank...'

Holy shit!

-MAN:

-What's going on?

What the...? Just a...

OK, that's enough, enough, enough.

Zip it up and throw it here.

-WOMAN:

-I don't believe this.

< Oh, God.

-You did that on purpose!

-No!

Nobody move! Keep those hands up.

Get that bag down before I blow this place up!

-POLICEMAN:

-Get the back doors.

Move it, move it.

Come on, come on.

-DUGAN:

-This is the police. >

The bank is surrounded. >

Come out with your hands up and you won't get hurt. >

I repeat, come out with your hands up and you won't get hurt.

-We gave him a ride!

-Shut up.

-The grenade!

-Nobody move or I'll shoot.

-You're coming with me.

-Pick someone else.

What?

-DUGAN:

-Give yourself up. >

-Get moving.

Here he comes.

I still can't believe it.

I've got a hostage.

Let me go or I'll kill him. >

OK, be cool. Let's talk.

-Still can't believe it, smart ass?

-Holy shit.

POLICE LOAD RIFLES

You asshole!

-Excuse me?

-You're a fucking asshole.

What's his game here?

OK, Lucas, I'm listening.

Tell us what you want.

I don't want anything.

I'm the hostage.

-What did he say?

-He said he's the hostage.

He thinks I'm a jerk.

Cut the bullshit, Lucas.

-Tell him.

-Tell him what?

-That I'm the hostage.

-Of course you're the hostage.

Don't tell me, tell them.

I'm going to faint.

No, the grenade!

Stand up, you asshole!

What the hell's going on?

Who's got the gun, Dugan?

Who's got the gun?

(For Christ's sake, pick up your weapon.)

What a disgrace!

Pick up your weapon.

Hold your gun like a man, for Christ's sake!

GUNSHOT

Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire, HOLD YOUR FIRE!

The sons of bitches!

-These people are insane.

-The bastards want my ass.

Dugan, Dugan!

Why your ass?

Dugan, do you hear me?

-Why would they...

-Shut up.

-Dugan!

-< Come on out here, Lucas.

You know the procedure.

-I'm coming out.

-Wait a minute.

I had nothing to do with this.

-I'm unarmed.

-Don't you move!

Here I come.

-What are you doing?

-< You've got five seconds.

-Dugan, listen!

-One...

..two, three...

He's going to do it.

Dugan, don't be stupid, man.

I'll kill the hostage, you hear?

You'll kill the hostage?

Give me that.

< OK, Dugan, OK.

Tell us what you want. We're listening.

-Let me make it to my car.

-Shut up.

First, the guys off the roof, then unblock the street.

Let's move, let's move. >

-Where's your car?

-What's going on?!

-Where's your goddamn car?!

-Over there.

All right, let's go.

Give me the keys.

-Give me the gun.

-The keys!

This is my robbery.

You're not going to weasel my money away from me.

Give me my gun or I'll use this.

I'll do it.

Ow!

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

Excuse me.

Why did he shoot?

CAR SCREECHES

Suspect heading west on 48th. Yellow '78 Datsun.

< Seal the interstates.

Out.

We've got that sucker.

POLICE SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE

Do you want me to drive?

I'd be happy to...

Ouch!

I said I was sorry, didn't I?

Look out!

I'm really sorry.

The grenade!

It didn't work.

No, it worked.

Hey, are you OK?

Hello.

Are you OK?

Five years in jail! Five years!

-I just got out this morning.

-Sorry.

You're turning yourself in.

Tell them I'm innocent or I'll blow your head off.

Listen. Let me go.

POLICE SIREN WAILS

-Christ!

-All because I blew a hold-up.

All because I pulled off 14 hold-ups.

How could I know who you were?

I just took a hostage.

It was nothing personal.

-I'm in the shit, too.

-Shut up!

Where are we going?

CAR HORN BEEPS

CAR SCREECHES

-POLICEMAN:

-What do you think you're doing?

Not the cops! I really don't want to do this.

What's going on here?

No, please.

I'm not going to prison.

This asshole wants to make a statement.

I've got nothing to say.

You've got nothing to say?

You scumbag, you shit, you asshole!

Hey, easy. Watch it.

Take it easy.

-Just tell your story.

-He pulled a hold-up.

-He took me hostage.

-He's lying!

What's this, eh? What's this?

-PNB job. That's Lucas.

-Hands up, you two.

I haven't done anything.

-Arrest him.

-Get them up!

What did you just say?

I warned you I'm not going to prison.

Get them up.

GUN FIRES

Freeze!

My money.

I could have jumped higher.

-I'm a basketball player at the Y.

-What about him?

-Did he do anything unusual?

-No.

-They didn't talk to each other?

-No.

Watch this thing I do here.

-Shit! I stepped out of camera.

-Thanks, Mr Fober.

-Can I get a copy?

-What about there?

He was being threatening.

This blonde guy yells out, "The grenade!"

-Why did he help him?

-Maybe he was afraid.

Anyone could have been taken hostage.

Why Lucas? Why not Karim?

I'll tell you why.

These two guys - they're a team.

Beat it before I change my mind.

Shit, piss and hell!

You have been nothing but trouble.

People take hostages for protection, right?

But you're a pain in the ass.

I robbed the bank because I needed money.

I'm not getting out of this car without my money.

Get out of here.

What are you going to do?

You've lost a lot of blood.

Slide over.

I know someone who can take care of you.

PERRY PANTS

I'll go and get some help.

-Canvas on top of the car.

-OK.

He's a friend of my dad's.

A very nice guy.

I hope he's home.

Doctor Horvath!

Doctor Horvath, Doctor Horvath.

OK, here we go.

There, up!

You lie here and I'll get him.

No, he'll call the cops.

He won't. He knows my dad.

If he's a doctor, he'll report it.

He's not a doctor, he's a veterinarian.

Doctor Horvath!

Doctor Horvath! >

Who is it?

Hi, Doctor Horvath, remember me - Ned Perry?

George. How nice of you to visit!

George is my father.

-I need your help.

-What?

A friend of mine's been hurt.

I haven't practised in years.

I didn't know where else to go.

Please look him over, it's urgent.

I don't know how any more, George.

-What breed is he?

-He's not a dog.

Come and see.

-He'll shit everywhere.

-He won't, he's housebroken.

-What's this?

-A friend.

He's been wounded.

-I'm not a doctor.

-I know.

-Can you take out a bullet?

-A bullet?

Who shot him?

Poor little doggie!

Was he hunting?

Took him for a rabbit, huh?

Stupid hunters!

-Are you OK, Doctor Horvath?

-I'm OK, George.

I'm OK.

-Very hot.

-What is this crap?!

-Easy, boy.

-I'll take him some place else.

Doctor Horvath, we won't bother you any longer.

Get the alcohol.

It's all right, I'll take care of you.

You'll be fine. Just lie there.

You'll be better in no time.

Think you can do it?

I'll do what I can, George.

Ooh! Nasty wound! Very nasty.

Poor little poochie - I have no anaesthetic.

Here.

Bite on this.

Get me out of here!

YAAAAA!

It'd be better to put him to sleep.

Ned Perry, male Caucasian, 5'8, 135 pounds.

He's 32. No record.

He worked for North-West Lumber.

He was a sales manager.

When his wife died, he cracked.

His company laid him off.

Lately he does telephone sales - magazines.

He should get a better job.

Would you hire him?

Not to rob a bank.

The daughter's six. She's not normal.

-What's wrong?

-Don't know exactly.

She's in this expensive special school.

This guy doesn't make sense.

Nothing does with Lucas.

Send a car to the kid's school.

Sorry, Pumpkin, Daddy's late.

Have you been waiting long?

Doctor Horvath's car.

Remember Doctor Horvath? Veterinarian?

Hurry, let's get in.

Hey, what's that?

Go!

Pursuing a PNB suspect headed north on 54th Street.

SIREN WAILS

Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Everything's OK.

He's still sleeping. I don't like that.

DOG BARKS

Ah, he's waking up!

Doctor Horvath, that's from outside.

Yes, you're right.

Shame! He should wake up barking like that.

Do you remember my little girl, Meg?

I've brought her here before.

Yes...no.

Isn't she adorable?!

Hello, kitten.

Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty!

Hello.

Hi there.

Hi. Do you remember me?

Asshole?

Yes, that's me.

How are you?

I'm not doing great myself.

Lots of cops out there.

I'm in trouble and it's sort of your fault!

< No, it's true.

Because of you, every cop is on my ass.

-What should I do - cry?

-No, help me.

What?

I have to leave the country.

I need a fake ID.

You being a felon, you know these things.

So, help me.

Drop dead!

Know why I robbed that bank?

To pay for my little girl's special school.

They're not going to take her away.

What's it to me?

I was just about to be evicted.

When you're homeless, they take your children.

That's why I'm here. Please help me.

If I'm arrested, I'll make you look as guilty as hell.

That's terrible but I'll do it.

My daughter's what matters.

I'm sorry about this, really.

Goodbye.

Asshole!

-Yes?

-Bring me that phone.

Yeah? Hold on.

Boss. It's for you.

Yeah?

Charlie, it's been five years. Know who this is?

I got out early.

My friend needs some paper goods.

Today. When do you think? >

All right, he's on his way. >

Ask for Charlie at the bar.

Driver's licence 200, passport 500.

Thanks, thanks a million.

-Beat it!

-Right.

Should I take this?

I'll...leave it here.

-Do I take a bus or walk? Or what?

-Walk.

Right, right.

-Don't catch anyone's eye.

-Why not?

You don't want to be noticed, so keep your head down.

Got it. Anything else?

You've got no friends any more. Be suspicious of everyone.

Got it. Anything else?

You're an asshole.

Beat it, I'm tired.

-Meg!

-What the hell are you doing?

-Just meet my daughter.

-NO!

-Take a second.

-No kids, especially yours!

This is my daughter.

Her name's Meg.

Listen, baby, I'm going to leave you with this gentleman.

He's sick, so watch over him.

I'm all right.

Just let me do this.

Understand, sweetheart?

He's weak, like a little baby.

You have to protect him.

I don't want a kid in here pestering me.

She won't, she doesn't talk.

She hasn't spoken since her mother died.

-Are you all right?

-Yes, I'm fine.

-Watch where you're going.

-Yes.

DOOR OPENS

Bill.

Excuse me, I want to see...

-Who?

-(Charlie.)

What do you want Charlie for?

A friend called just now.

A friend who... disappeared five years ago.

This way.

-How's our friend doing?

-Fine.

Sit down.

He didn't waste time - straightaway he hits a bank!

I'm in a hurry.

Sorry! I didn't realise you were in a hurry!

Yeah, well...

-Did you bring ID photos?

-Yes, I did.

They're still wet. I got them on the way over.

These are terrific of you!

You're very cute.

-You know, of course, the price?

-500 for a passport.

That was five years ago. Now it's 50,000.

What?

50,000 - special price for friends.

-Dollars?

-I'm not talking about pesos.

LAUGHTER

I don't have that.

-Where do I get 50,000?!

-The Pacific National Bank.

There was never 50,000 at the Pacific Bank.

-How much was there?

-We weren't speaking.

How much?

Did you hear what he said?

How much was there?

13,000.

Sit down.

Lucas wouldn't get involved for a lousy 13 grand.

No... Lucas didn't pull the hold-up.

He was my hostage.

-What?

-Yes! I robbed the bank.

-I took him hostage.

-He took Lucas hostage!

No, it's the truth!

I hope you didn't hurt him!

I shot him.

-Did you?!

-Yes.

-Where?

-In the car.

In the car!

Tell Lucas, 50,000 or we call the cops.

DOOR RATTLES

I said to leave me alone.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

It's Charlie. Here's your friend.

They want 50,000 or they'll give me to the cops.

Tell them I took you hostage.

So? What is this hostage shit?!

This little fart? You're kidding!

No, you listen!

I want 50,000 or the cops get Al Capone here.

DOOR OPENS

Get out of here!

Just stay away from me, you hear? >

KNOCK AT DOOR

-POLICEMAN:

-Hello! Anybody home? >

Doctor Horvath! >

-Afternoon.

-Afternoon.

-Doctor Horvath's not here?

-No.

He told us to come by about five.

Don't worry, he won't bite. He only eats thieves!

Max! Leave that man alone now!

There you go.

You're a friend of Doctor Horvath's?

Patient.

Yes, sir, that's a good one!

Well, so is Max.

Hey, Max, do you love Doctor Horvath?

You'll see a hell of a reunion soon.

Doctor Horvath saved his life.

A bank robber shot him.

-HE BARKS

-Yeah, Max.

Max, come on now!

Hey, Max, don't pester that man.

Would you like a big dog like that?

What's the matter? Kitty-cat got your tongue?

Yes.

RADIO: 'Request canine at Kenwood Plaza

'for a suspect search.'

Canine 14 responding from Barrows Road. We're on our way.

Well, forget that reunion.

It's that PNB job we've been chasing all day. >

We'll be back.

This guy's wounded, he can't hold out.

Hey, Max! A wounded man's easy, isn't he?

Come on, boy, heel.

-Attack!

-HE BARKS

Max, Max! Hello!

Attack, goddamn it!

What's going on there?

Down, Max, down!

Get out of here! You're in the way.

Beat it!

Down there.

Make trouble and I'll call the cops.

No! I have to look after my little girl.

Please, let me go!

DOOR SLAMS

SEAGULLS CRY

DISTANT FOOTSTEPS

LAUGHTER

You sleep here, big guy?

This is our place. >

I'll need some rent for the room.

You deaf?

Your money.

Your pants.

Hurry, or I'll put a hole in them.

I want you to wait right here.

Don't budge.

How come you don't talk?

< How about moving a little, man?

Get out of the way.

You wait right here, you understand?

You say I'm losing my nerve?!

Me lose my nerve?

Screw you losing my nerve!

You're losing your nerve.

All I'm saying is Lucas is a very tough customer.

-Where you going?

-To the head.

Is that a crime?

He's losing everything!

I'll take care of our tough customer.

No problem.

When you're on the lam, you make yourself very small.

Like Tinkerbell, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny...

CAR SCREECHES

TOILET FLUSHES

Hi, Charlie.

You're nuts!

-There are cops everywhere!

-Get him now!

I said go get him!

Go get him.

GO GET HIM!

You're on the lam. You're crazy!

I was taken hostage.

Get my kidnapper now, or I'll shoot you.

Come on. Let's go!

-Where's Meg?

-Get in the truck.

Good to see you, Charlie.

Good seeing you too.

SIRENS WAIL

It was I alone, who committed this robbery.

No charges should be brought against Mr Daniel Lucas,

who's entirely innocent.

Sincerely, Ned Perry.

It's all there -

why I did it, I took you hostage...

You shouldn't have any problems.

Come on, baby.

I guess that's it, huh?

Can't imagine we'll meet again.

Give yourself up. Living on the run is hell.

She's too little to cope.

You've got no money.

You've got no record. You look honest.

You won't get more than a year.

She'll go to a children's home.

Big deal. I was in one myself.

Yeah, right. Look how nice you turned out.

You're an asshole.

I've got to go.

Thank you for everything, really.

-Don't go.

-Again I'm...

I've got to talk to this man, sweetheart.

We'll be right back.

HE MOUTHS What?

-She talked.

-I heard.

-Why whisper?

-So I don't block her again.

-Make like nothing's happened.

-Oh.

I mustn't cry. Don't let me cry.

SIREN WAILS

We can't stay. It's too dangerous.

Here it comes.

It's the happiest day of my life.

Two years I've waited.

-You have a handkerchief?

-No, I don't.

Shoot! Can you tell I've been crying?

She talked!

Thanks to you my little girl talked.

Well, here I go again.

SIREN WAILS Better get moving.

Yes, you're right. You're right.

Could you stay with us a bit longer?

-What?

-She hasn't spoken in two years.

-Just a few hours.

-You're nuts! No way!

All right, we'll tell her.

I just hope it doesn't block her.

YOU tell her. I'm going.

-Say goodbye.

-No!

Oh, shit! Here she comes.

-Just one hour?

-I said no.

He can't stay, baby.

He'd like to, but he can't.

If he does, the police will hurt him.

You don't want him to be hurt.

Don't go.

He's right, I can't stay.

But I'll be back, I promise.

Right now, you have to let me go.

Don't cry, Meg.

He'll come back. He will.

Daddy's here. Hello.

Don't cry.

DISTANT POLICE RADIO

Meg!

Meg!

You bastard!

HORN TOOTS

CARS SCREECH

HORNS BLARE

Meg!

HORN BLARES

-Are you OK?

-I'm fine.

Are you nuts?

Didn't you see the crosswalk?

That's our guy!

Let's get him!

HORN TOOTS

Get in! Get in!

SIREN WAILS

Get in. Get in!

Go straight ahead.

-Hurry up, hurry up.

-Shut up.

We've spotted Lucas in a beer truck.

Licence number 579 Sam Four Boy.

We're finished.

Stop! Wait! They'll shoot us!

I have to find my daughter.

-POLICEMAN:

-This way.

-Hide!

All right, spread out.

-Some men over there.

-We're screwed.

Where is she?

-Something will happen to her.

-Shh.

Something terrible's going to happen.

They'll put her in an institution.

It'll kill her.

I'll kill myself!

They'll have two deaths on their conscience.

Shhh!

Come this way.

-Quit that.

-Quit yakking.

-The police...

-Shh!

You goddamn asshole!

-No.

-She'll go.

-I'll lose her.

-Shh.

Look at her. >

She's so fragile. >

Anyone could hurt her.

Who's that? >

-What's he doing?

-Careful. >

Guys like that give candy to little girls.

Don't be ridiculous.

So what's that, huh?

Shut the hell up!

She took it! >

I said never take candy from strangers!

That pervert!

No, don't!

No!

Excuse me, officers. This little girl is lost.

I asked about her parents. She doesn't answer.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Let's go. >

My little girl.

My little girl.

Now's our chance.

-No, no.

-Let's go!

You'll do one year at the most.

After that, you'll get her back.

I'll visit her while you're inside.

She won't be alone.

You got my confession, so just take off.

What will you do?

I'm talking to you!

I'll kidnap her from the home and leave the country.

Don't be stupid...

Leave me alone, please.

Leave me alone.

Sarge, it's for you.

Yes? Get together with Community Services.

We can't keep her here. Fine.

What have you got?

Here's the case against Lucas.

Lucas robs a bank of less money

and is taking more time than ever before.

Maybe he's rusty.

-Shoots his own leg.

-Could've been a struggle.

Blows up his getaway car, tries to turn in his hostage.

Goes for medical care to Doctor Horvath.

I've interviewed him.

I'd like you to hear him personally.

By the way, he's a veterinarian.

Doctor Horvath, please.

-Gentlemen.

-Have a seat, Doctor.

Now, tell Detective Dugan everything you've told me.

The patient was shot in a hunting accident...

What?

Wait. Please, Doctor Horvath.

..in the right hind leg.

From the angle of entry,

his leg must've been raised while peeing during impact.

-Thank you, Doctor.

-I have more.

Yes, he has more.

He wore no collar

and became enraged when given a rubber bone.

-He nevertheless...

-Thank you.

-..tested negative to rabies.

-Thanks, Doctor.

-I have something else...

-Thanks.

So...

We can conclude our Mr Lucas spent the day getting shot,

being treated like a dog...

PHONE RINGS

..having to baby-sit and wishing he'd stayed in prison.

Tener.

It's Lucas.

Hey, Rover.

How are you, pal?

Come on in.

Here he comes.

All charges against Mr Lucas have been dropped.

What will you do?

Find a job like everyone else.

Describe being taken hostage.

Describe your kidnapper.

He's a nobody.

I've got nothing to say.

Come on!

-What are you doing here?

-Sorry.

Go on, move along.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Get out of here.

I'm here to see Meg Perry, please.

-Relative?

-No, friend of the family.

-I have a Mr...

-Lucas.

..Mr Lucas to see the Perry girl.

OK. Just a moment, please.

You called a cop?

Mr Lucas.

-Yes.

-Follow me.

Hello, Meg. Look what I brought.

You like it?

She refuses to talk and eat.

If this continues, we'll have to feed her intravenously.

We'll stick a needle in your arm and that will hurt!

Can we be alone?

You need authorisation from juvenile court...

This kid needs a lot of things,

but she doesn't need a cop guarding over her.

Five minutes.

Meg.

Meg, look at me.

Meg.

Meg, you have to eat, you hear me?

Be a good girl. Look at me.

I'll visit every day. Look at me.

Look at me, for Christ's sake!

OK, I'm leaving.

I'm going to go now, Meg.

I'm going to go.

OK, goodbye, Meg.

Remember when you said to me, "Don't go"?

Speak to me again.

Tell me, "Don't go".

That would make me so happy.

No? You don't want to?

OK, don't talk, Meg, but eat.

Please, you're so thin.

I'll bring cake tomorrow.

You'd like that?

I'll feed you.

This food must be lousy.

A great big cake with whipped cream and everything.

What do you say?

OK, a kiss goodbye.

I'll leave him here with you.

Take care of him, like you took care of me.

RADIO: 'He's facing a left-hand pitcher.

'First and third, still no-one out.'

Just ring the alarm!

-Hope it isn't jammed.

-You scared me.

-Why are you here?

-Sh!

Is that you that smells like fish?

-Do I?

-You stink.

-I slept in a fish net.

-Jesus!

Please, God, let her be OK.

-She's not so good.

-What?

She'll be all right once she's out.

-Let's do this right.

-Right.

-Is it locked?

-No problem.

Easy for you.

DOOR SLAMS Sh!

There's a cop watching.

-What?

-Your kid.

A female cop - it complicates things.

CLANG! Sh!

-Sh!

-Sh!

Must be that way.

CRASH!

Stop that!

It wasn't on purpose.

Watch your step.

CRASH!

-What's with you?

-This place is messy.

-Wait here.

-No!

It doesn't take two of us. You stay here.

DOOR OPENS

Don't be afraid. It's me - Lucas.

Let's get out.

-Let me carry her.

-Yeah.

Let's go.

-This isn't mine. You goofed.

-You've gotta be kidding.

-Look.

-Who gives a damn?

-Let's go.

-I want mine.

SHE SCREAMS

-Let's beat it. Hide.

-I want my daughter!

Hide!

CRASH!

Don't move!

Meg, it's me, it's Daddy. Come here, Meg.

-Where is she?

-Put down the gun.

Tell me, or I'll kill you.

She's in the infirmary - this way.

Move it! Move it!

I'll put you back in bed. Be a good girl and don't scream.

OK?

Just don't scream.

SCREAMS

THEY SCREAM

Know what you'll get for kidnapping?

Yeah. Hurry, get in there.

Meg, Meg, it's me. Don't be afraid, it's Daddy.

It's Daddy.

-BANGING

-Let me out!

Stop! Take it easy!

You're trapped, so take it easy.

Quick!

Meg.

Meg! Come on, baby.

Why won't she wake up?

Her hands are freezing.

We'll take care of her.

-Where are we?

-Customer's house.

I did the security system. They're on vacation.

Is something wrong?

-No.

-Give her to me.

I just haven't eaten or slept lately.

Here, you'll drop her.

She's my daughter.

Stand still, stand still.

-We're too heavy.

-Nah, I've got you.

OK, put her in the bed.

< She won't die, will she?

Will she die?

You'll jinx us! Why would she die?

I'm scared.

You're giving me the willies!

She'll be OK.

All right?

We're here now! We're not in the home!

-Open your eyes!

-Stop, you'll hurt her!

I'm hungry.

-She's hungry.

-She's hungry, for God's sake.

Get the fruit!

Plastic!

There's nothing to eat!

Naturally, they're on vacation.

-We should order a pizza.

-The FBI would deliver it.

Here!

-Smoked oysters.

-Oh.

Goose liver.

Truffles.

What the hell is this?

Caviar.

-Who are these people?

-Rich.

Do young girls eat caviar?

-Look what we got you.

-Caviar, yummy!

Meg?

-Maybe we should let her sleep.

-Yeah.

Mmm, this is pretty good.

It's very good.

Yeah.

Real good.

Here we go, nice and clean.

Here we go.

HE GROWLS

-Good morning, Meg.

-Hi.

Look what I brought you.

I want you to eat everything.

-OK.

-All right.

Here, I had this made.

Kowalski?

You're Mrs Kowalski. Meg is our son.

What?

They're looking for two men and a little girl.

You expect me to dress like a woman?

They're looking for two guys.

Just stay here.

We've got the FBI and police on our ass!

-Here.

-I'll never pass for a woman.

-I'd be grotesque.

-Better grotesque than dead.

-I'm too ugly!

-There are ugly ladies.

-I don't look like an ugly lady!

-You will.

There.

Don't worry, it'll grow back.

I look ridiculous. >

They'll arrest us and laugh themselves silly. >

Let's see.

I'd even be arrested at a transvestites' convention. >

-What's your name?

-Jonathon.

-What's my name?

-Daddy.

-What's his name?

-Mommy.

Good.

Don't talk to me.

Put the wig on.

What's happened to your hair?

-It'll grow back, Mommy.

-Don't call me "Mommy".

-No, do!

-Yes, do.

-God, what a sight.

-SHE GIGGLES

-You'll be fine.

-Hope so.

I've never felt more depressed in my life.

You're very pretty, Mommy.

I hate when she calls me "Mommy".

Let's hit the road, Lucille.

Lucille?

Can't leave it alone, can you?

Oh, God.

-Did you tell her to hurry?

-Yes.

Come on, we've got to go!

Are you doing OK?

I'm OK.

You have to fatten up - I don't want a skinny kid.

Will you stay with us?

Where is she, your father?

Lucille!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

If fate had been kinder, I'd still be living a normal life.

-Instead, I'm married to a convict.

-Come on, let's go.

My shoe.

-Let me handle it.

-I won't panic.

Let's hope we're not arrested -

imagine going to jail in this dress.

-Ow, my stomach.

-What?

I finished the caviar. I feel lousy.

-Cops!

-What?

-Behind us.

-Shit!

We're under the speed limit - it's OK.

-Good.

-Stay calm.

-I feel terrible.

-What?

-I'm getting carsick.

-Not now!

-Oh, God!

-Open the window.

-Feeling better?

-I'm going to vomit.

Stick your head out!

-My wig!

-You major asshole!

You said to stick my head out!

HE VOMITS

-Here.

-Thank you.

-Better?

-Yeah.

Thank you.

-Keep it.

-Thanks.

We have to find it.

-I'll never get out like this.

-Nope.

-Some women have short hair.

-Yeah.

But not with that face - you look like shit.

We have to find that wig.

We'll never find it!

You shouldn't have said that.

-What?

-About my appearance.

It wasn't necessary. You said I look like shit.

There it is!

HORN BLARES

What's with the wig?

-Hmm?

-Your wig!

It's a little too bouffant.

-Why's it sticking up?

-How should I know?

-Shit! A roadblock.

-Don't panic, don't panic.

Remember, your name is Jonathon.

We'll be OK.

-If they ask any questions...

-I'm screwed.

Answer in a woman's voice.

-FEMININELY:

-How's this sound?

-Can you do it better?

No, I'm not a woman.

They'll definitely arrest us. Go through it.

They'll shoot us.

They'll take Meg. We'll make it.

You...crazy...

Arrghh!

Fix your wig, darling!

May I see your licence?

Here.

My wife's pregnant - she's not feeling well.

Are you going to County General?

-Huh?

-Wait.

This lady's ready to give birth. Escort them.

That's not necessary.

You won't have to worry about traffic.

Good luck, folks.

SIRENS WAIL

-Do I give birth now?

-Let me think.

-I'd like a little brother.

-Don't count on it.

Give me your teddy bear.

This will be one surprised obstetrician.

They're bringing out a gurney.

Are you doing OK, little lady?

Don't be afraid, Mommy.

Why don't those jerks leave?

Everything's gonna be fine. Just relax.

Watch your step.

-I don't have to...

-Lie down.

-There we go.

-Oh!

You didn't hurt yourself?

-Careful now. There we go.

-All right?

Doctor's waiting.

Stop!

I feel much better.

Thank you, thank you so much.

She forgets everything.

-How do you feel?

-Delivered.

-What are you doing?

-Short cut.

We'll be in Canada in ten minutes.

Here we are.

-I'll get undressed.

-Yeah.

This is Canada. Call me "Daddy".

This is my friend in Vancouver. He'll help you out.

Wait. Here.

Take this.

Take it all. That should hold you.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Go on, change that to Canadian. You need gas.

Get out of the car.

Listen to me, Meg.

I can't stay with you.

Now, don't be sad.

I'll come visit.

Honest.

It'll be like we never were apart.

We'll have lots of fun - the three of us.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm starting a new life, understand?

-No.

-I've been running too long.

I can't take it any more.

-You see?

-No.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'll never forget you.

CARS SCREECH

This bank is surrounded.

Come out with your hands up - you won't get hurt.

This bank is surrounded.

I have a hostage! I'll kill him!

I've a hostage!

I'd better stay with you a bit longer.