A Perfect World

[BlRD SQUAWKING]

[HELICOPTER WHlRRING]

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Come on!

Betty Ann, you stay!

Hurry, hurry!

NAOMI:
If I was going, I'd go as a, um....

RUTH:
A princess!

NAOMI:

Uh, yeah.

- Judy Baumer's going as a twirler.

- But she's so fat.

I'd rather go as Cinderella

or Peter Pan.

Peter Pan's a boy.

Tinkerbell's a girl.

- Phillip could go as Peter Pan.

- Phillip could go as a bump on a log.

[GIRLS GIGGLlNG]

- Why can't we just go once?

NAOMI:
Because we just can't, okay?

Our personal beliefs lift us

to a higher place.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[DOORBELL RlNGING]

PHILLIP:
I'll get it.

NAOMI:
You got it last time!

KIDS:

Trick or treat!

I'm sorry, we don't take

no part in Halloween.

Excuse me?

We're Jehovah's Witness.

- Hey, Phillip Perry.

- Hey, Billy Reeves.

How'd you know it was me?

Come on, go eat your supper.

Come on, kids,

let's go to the next house.

Sorry for the bother.

MAN:
Evening, Larry. Forget something?

- Going to Austin, gotta take some work.

- When are we gonna grab a cold one?

- Sooner the better!

[lNDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO]

TERRY:
Hey, daddy!

INMATE:
Yeah?

- You sure this goes on up to the vents?

- It used to, in the old days.

TERRY:
Because if it don't,

I'm gonna rip your tongue out. Ha, ha.

You punk thief.

TERRY:

Move.

Damn if that old man ain't right.

[TERRY GRUNTING]

[CHILDREN GlGGLING]

BOY:

Here's your trick! Ha-ha-ha!

Bombs away!

Oh, good one!

[ALL LAUGHING]

BOY:

We really got him.

TERRY:
You and me must be living right,

Butchie-boy.

Let's get something straight.

I don't like you.

As soon as we're on our way...

...that's it.

Who said I liked you?

[ALL GRUNTlNG]

Keep your mouth shut.

God, I'd love to blow your brains out.

Good night, Larry.

TERRY:

Hmm. Good night, Larry.

Come on, wake up.

[COUGHS]

TERRY:

I like that one.

You sure are picky.

Wrong neighborhood for a Lincoln.

Hey, there's a Buick.

BUTCH:

I don't want a Buick. I want a Ford.

TERRY:
Fords leak oil.

Besides, daddy, a car's a car.

Take the Buick.

As soon as we cross

the state line, I'll do just that.

I'm tired of waiting around.

I'm gonna go check down the block...

...for a Ford.

Go wake up your sisters.

TERRY:

I take mine fried.

A little on the bland side.

Give me some of that ketchup,

would you? Now. Please?

Aah.

[GRUNTS]

You haven't got a man around here,

now, do you? Hmm?

No! Agh!

Well! We got a fighter here now!

GLADYS:

No!

Oh, lookie here. Look, you got

a little man in the house.

GLADYS:

No!

- No!

- Unh!

I'm bleeding! You happy?

What's your name, boy?

Phillip.

Okay, Phillip, reach down

and pick up that pistola for me.

- Give it to me.

- Shut your mouth!

Pick it up and bring it over to me.

Point it at me.

Point it.

Now say "Stick 'em up."

Stick 'em up.

[LAUGHING]

Perfect.

[GLADYS YELLS]

Put the gun down, old timer.

Put it down. You couldn't hit me

anyway. Probably shoot the boy.

[PHONE RINGlNG]

Leave her be.

- Mama?

- It's all right.

It's all right.

- Are you deaf?

- Set it on the ground.

Put it down.

Set it down! Down.

Shut up!

- I vote we take her.

- No.

Then how are we gonna get out of here?

The whole neighborhood's awake!

- We'll take the boy.

- No. No!

No! Aah! Unh!

Ain't you folks ever heard

of sleeping in?

Yee-ha!

[GUNSHOTS]

RED:

I got it, sir.

Press has been waiting

almost an hour, Red.

I hear you.

Yeah, l hear you. I understand.

I understand.

Yeah. No, l'm here.

I'm just listening. Yeah, okay.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

What'd he say?

- Who?

- The governor, Red.

Well, he reminded me

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