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He was a cop and good at his job, but he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the badlands. An outlaw hunting outlaws.

A bounty hunter.

A reigning.

Here you go.

I have a motorcycle 1180.

Multiple contusions, probable damage to the cervical spine.

Extremities appear intact.

Victim is a white male, 30 to 35.

Extremely fit.

Subject appears conscious.

Can you hear me, partner?

Lou, bring me a backboard!

Parabing!

Some people say it's in the West.

Other people say it's in the fingertips.

Or the elbow.

But I say it's in the ears.

See that equal?

First, I close my eyes.

Then I live.

And then I'll tell you what it goes in.

Let me go!

Where's my partner?

Let me go!

I sent him to you.

for a tip on Joey Highcastle, and he's gone. He's off the map.

You set him up! Why would I do that to you? We're pals!

Do you remember the Lena Bakewell bounty?

That was different.

You sent me into an ambush with her brother, Meatgrinder.

It was Meat Mallet. Whatever!

And that was for love. I had a crush on Lena, and you were gonna send her back

to jail.

So? So I don't got no crush on Joey Highcastle.

I sent your partner to Turlock.

Who the hell is Turlock? It's a where. It's where he was headed.

He had this revenge thing going on there, and that's why he went there.

You sure about that, O'Malley?

Of course I'm sure.

Good.

Let's go. No, where were you going? Where are you taking me?

We're going to Turlock, pal.

You don't need me to go there.

Oh, yes, I do.

Why? Because if and when I get there, and if you're lying, I'm going to have

rip your head off.

The vitals were stable when I got to him. They started going Freddy on the

over. And I checked for signs of internal bleeding, and he looks all

Damn, I hope I didn't miss something.

You did your job, Cheryl. Now let us do ours.

So what is this revenge thing you were talking about?

You mean High Castle?

Yeah. I'm not sure.

Somebody named Crescent or something.

Oh, it's Crescent. I was there.

Well, that sounds Italian. What is it connected?

What would anybody connected be doing in a town called Torla?

Hiding out, Old Valley.

Look, Bobby, just drive me off, will you?

I really, really, really didn't set Vince up.

You trust me, don't you?

No, I don't trust you. Oh, come on, sure you do. I gave you D .B. Cooper

tonight. You owed me D .B. Cooper.

And a fat lot of good that did me.

It wasn't my fault you got all emotional and let him go.

You want to see emotional?

Huh? Anything should happen to my partner, pal. Then you're going to see

emotional. Relax, will you?

He's going to call any second now. Don't worry.

If you are a solicitor, telemarketer, or bill collector, please hang up now.

Otherwise, wait for the tone.

This is for Saving Hospital at Turlock, California.

We have an accident victim here named Vince Black, and he had your card in his

wallet. I'm trying to establish his insurance coverage for billing and

I can't report his condition over the phone, but... What?

I hate when these bozos don't leave you time to finish your message.

Well, call him back.

Let him call me. The guy's roadkill anyway.

Hey.

That's Miss Crusher, right?

Justine Crusher?

Thanks.

Wait up! Wait up! I am serious, Bobby!

I am nothing but luggage. Not true.

Sure it is. I don't know what kind of luggage you got, but mine shuts up now

then. So let me handle it, okay?

Hello, my name is Robert Six. I'm a licensed bounty hunter.

I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Mr. Vince Black. I do believe that he

is in your town, sir.

Big guy, long hair, tattoos.

He a fugitive?

Well, uh, no.

He's actually my op. Do you mind checking the arrest and FIs, please,

Wait a minute. If he's your op, why would we bust him?

Well, you see, misunderstanding.

We will occur.

See ya.

No, no black, no Vincents or Vincents either. Sorry.

It's okay, man. Thanks a lot.

Wait a minute. Hold up. Hold up.

Wait a sec. I got a vehicle impound report with a V dot black on it.

Motorcycle. You do?

That's great. Where?

Look here.

We got a tow yard over on Sutter, but you better hustle because they're

about to close right now.

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much. One other thing.

Watch yourself.

I got big guard dogs.

What kind of guard dogs?

Thank you. Let's go.

Hey, nice pooch.

Maybe you don't like New Yorkers.

Yeah, who does?

Hello?

Hello? I'm closed.

Yeah, well, it's an emergency.

It's always an emergency.

Listen, I'll give you $50 if you come out here to talk to me, please.

$50? I could have gotten it for $20.

Come on.

Honey,

really do appreciate it, sir.

I'll give you $50.

Yes.

Well, there you go.

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick.

Uh, well, you see, I'm looking for a motorcycle that belongs to a buddy of

named Vince Black. It's a custom Harley.

It's black. It's got flames on the tank.

Yeah, I got it.

Cops brought it in.

Great.

Well, I'm here to claim it.

Can't if it ain't yours.

I'm trying to find a buddy of mine. Do you mind if I just go ahead and come on

in here and see if that bike belongs to him?

Hey!

Gonna stay away from Mr.

Stud muffin, could you?

Actually, I was just on my way home from Ledbetter's. I thought I'd drop by and

see if you woke up.

Fat chance.

Bet, why the hell did you choose nursing?

You know, I think you could have been a legend at the DMV or post office.

Hey,

cowboy.

Anybody home in there?

Well, I'm just going to presume the answer is yes and figure you can hear

No brag or anything, but I sort of saved your life, which kind of makes me

responsible for you if you believe that old Chinese saying.

Tomorrow's my day off, so I'll come by in the morning and check on you.

Hey, handsome, what's it going to be?

Two to five in civil brand.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. That's just if you charge me.

On the other hand, if you're just looking to raise the morale of a peace

officer, I wouldn't have anything to arrest you for.

This better be good.

Marshal Dixon?

Who wants to know?

Sanders, communications, D .C. office.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but... I left strict orders.

I'm on surveillance.

And I'm not to be disturbed.

I know, sir.

But you also left a standing override to contact you under any circumstances if

we got a hit on a Vincent Black.

Talk to me.

A Vincent Black has been admitted to receiving hospital in Turlock,

following a motorcycle wreck.

Would you like me to send some... No, no. Take no action. I'll handle it

and keep you apprised. But what about... Forget this conversation, Deputy. It

didn't happen.

Well... I'll have to collect your donation later.

I really do appreciate this, Mr. Finnegan. You see, the owner of the

my best friend.

Lost touch.

Here's your bike.

Hello. Yoo -hoo.

Up and at them. Here we go.

Good. You're awake.

Find this.

Where am I?

Turlock receiving.

Can you move your hands?

Good. Fine.

Who am I?

A brother.

Your name's Vince Black. You drove your Harley up a cliff.

Past tense, pal. You won't be riding anymore. At least, not that bike.

My name... It's not that.

Well, it better be, because I'll be damned if I'll do these over.

Look, the other papers can wait, but this is a release of liability. If I

get your Hancock on this one, it's my job.

Give me your hand.

Stop it, Bette.

No visitors in ICU, Cheryl.

He's not competent to sign anything.

You say.

And I'll say it in court.

Looking in bed? I mean, he's half dead and you're harassing him over some damn

insurance company?

You ought to be ashamed.

Ashamed of what?

That I got a no -good husband to feed? That I got collection agencies crawling

up my ass? Not here, not now.

Fine.

You get the figs.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

She deserved it.

I'm Cheryl McRae.

I'm...

Not sure.

Your name is Vince Black.

You had a very cool 89 soft tail, which unfortunately went wide on a curve out

of 146.

We thought you broke your neck.

Turns out you didn't, but you may have some nerve damage.

Why don't I remember?

Memory loss is pretty common in this kind of head trauma.

Can you move everything?

My legs feel like wood.

Can you feel this?

Usually when you have feeling, motor control is right behind.

Usually?

You want me to sugarcoat it?

No.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

I see them in all shapes and sizes, and I've got a pretty good feeling about

you.

first up on the calendar, and then your day is full. What happened?

I know, I know.

Some semi -dumped 10 ,000 oranges all over the freeway. Can't we have one?

Yeah. Thank you.

A little light, Your Honor?

No.

You'll remember me.

See ya.

Look, I don't need a wheelchair.

Yes, you do.

But... Not to walk, to get out of the hospital.

It's a liability thing.

Don't I have a choice?

Sure. You can choose to stay in your room instead of being out here in the

beautiful sunshine with me.

Does the name Dick Diller mean anything to you?

Should it?

Well, the forms say Bette's been trying to reach some guy with that name for

insurance.

Well, you'd think I'd remember a name like that.

Cheryl, something is way wrong.

Damn right something's wrong.

He almost died.

No, that's not what I mean.

I don't know what I mean.

Well, either it'll pass or you'll remember what it is.

All right, on your feet.

Come on, come on, get up. On your feet.

There.

See? What'd I tell you?

Me, Superman.

Legs of steel.

Don't whine.

I've seen people a lot worse off than you.

Does that side manner of yours always work?

Rehab's just a sideline.

Mostly I drive an ambulance.

No way.

Who do you think scraped you off the rocks?

I still don't have much feeling in my legs.

Does that mean you're not going to take me dancing tonight?

Does, uh, Bay City ring a bell?

I'm afraid not.

I can't shake this feeling, Cheryl.

But there's a storm coming.

Somebody's chasing me.

Someone... Someone's after me.

Wait.

That did say that somebody called about you.

Really? Who?

Someone named... Dixon.

Don Dixon?

Hello? I don't know what John did.

You know, it warms my heart to see how you care about that sidekick of yours.

Yeah, I'm a regular mother to Rita.

Me, I've always been a soloist, you know?

I want nobody stealing my thunder.

Now, Bobby, now, hypothetically speaking here, okay?

If Vince, uh, did bite the big banana, And God forbid, you're going to be

needing a new partner, right?

Vince is just fine.

Are you nuts?

Did you see that bike?

It looked like a charbroiled pretzel is what it looked like.

Will you shut up? All right, all right, sure, okay, okay, okay.

I was just thinking, you know, you and me, O'Malley and Sixkiller.

This is how you shut up?

Okay, Sixkiller and O'Malley.

Got a good ring to it, don't you think?

Kind of sounds like one of those... Classy law firms, they advertise on TV.

Hi,

Cheryl McRae?

Yes? My name is Bobby Fixkill. I'm a bounty hunter. I'm looking for a man who

had a motorcycle crash. His name is Vince Black.

Yeah, and you drove the ambulance that picked him up.

I don't remember any Vince Black.

Well, exactly how many motorcycle crashes do you get around here?

You'd be surprised.

Well, you know what?

Watch it.

Look, I don't mean you any harm. I'm just trying to find a friend of mine.

Your friend?

Yeah, and listen, sister, if you don't tell us where he is... Your what?

You're going to have to excuse my friend right here. You see, sometimes he

overcompensates for a lack of tallness.

No kidding.

Unlike myself, I have a little more subtle means of persuasion.

Real subtle.

Look, I don't know your friend.

I'm going to turn around and walk into my home. And if either of you say one

more word to me, I'm going to scream bloody murder.

How's that for subtle?

You're way too easy on her.

Oh, whoa, whoa, not too much. Hey.

I would have had a talking by now if you hadn't have stepped in and tried to

bribe her.

Now let me in. Let down the window a bit, will you? Come on, let down the

a bit. You've reached the international headquarters of six killer enterprises.

You know, I got a special way with women. They respond to me, you know?

No worries.

Come on, open the window for me, will you?

This is your saving hospital at Turlock, California.

We have an accident victim here named Vince Black, and he had your card in his

wallet. Now let me in. Just let me in. Be my friend. Let me in!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Thank you very much, my good man.

Wait a minute. What are you doing? You're playing with me, right?

You got

a

patient in here named Black? What do you mean?

There's nothing in your field.

I circled four ads for jobs that you could do perfectly well. Start applying.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Federal Marshal Don Dixon. I'm looking for Vince Black. Where is he?

What, that badge exemption from common courtesy?

Hey, you ever heard of obstructing justice?

Ever heard of pleasing thank you?

409, down the hall.

Always happy to do my patriotic duty, your Marshalman.

Here's another one.

You're welcome.

Oh, sure.

Yes, sir. Get right on it.

Reno.

You're a lucky man, getting shot in a hospital.

Excuse me.

Come in.

Come in, sir. Come in, sir.

What did I say?

Don't do that, you. Let me help you up.

Oh, man, I'm sorry. Shut up, Sixkiller.

You're under arrest.

Well, gee, I was just trying to help.

You know, somebody asked me five years ago which one of my friends was least

likely to get played for a sucker.

You'd have meant to top the list.

Your friends, Dutch?

Short list.

No, I'm serious, really. I mean, you worked real hard to get where you are.

And I've always admired that.

Money, position, respect.

You know what I don't understand, Pop?

I don't understand why you're throwing it all away on some loser.

Well, Dutch, who says I'm throwing it all away?

You don't think I've talked to my bosses? Oh, yeah.

Feds know all about you.

Harboring a fugitive, a killer, a cop killer.

Does this story have an ending?

What? Are you in a hurry?

You're not going anywhere, Bob.

Oh, my God.

That dancing invitation's still open.

What are you doing here?

That storm that was chasing me, it finally caught up.

You know, Dutch, you're gonna have to prove that I helped Reno, and I'm gonna

tell you something that's gonna be awfully hard.

Well, you know, Bobby, that's the beauty of my new gig.

Yeah.

Because I don't have to prove anything.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

It means I'm federal now.

Yeah.

And I got all kinds of new games and toys in my closet.

Like, for instance, how do you deal with the IRS, Bobby?

Because this federal agent, we're real tight with those guys. You know, we send

them out after somebody, they're bulldogs.

Yeah, well, I'm covered.

I knew a guy who was covered once.

Had a seven -figure annual salary, accounts on the payroll.

And he got audited, and he won.

But it took him six years.

And it cost him his entire fortune.

And I don't know, I just... It just seemed like a hollow victory to me, Bob.

Look, Dutch, I'm here looking for a bounty by the name of Joey Highcastle,

right? Look, your only chance of holding on to anything you value in this sorry

world is you lead me to Reno Raines.

That should ease the pain without wiping you out.

Oh, and my partner keeps this in the meat wagon.

Thanks.

So, you want to tell me now?

The man's name is Donald Dickson.

He's after me big time.

Big dude?

Uh, Samoan or something?

No. Why?

Some guy collared me earlier looking for you.

He was driving one of those...

Off -road monsters. A Hummer. That's it.

Traveling with a midget.

Bobby. The midget? No.

Bobby Sixkiller.

He's my partner.

We're bounty hunters.

Well, that explains a few things.

What things?

These things.

I took them off you when you got hurt.

The gun made me wonder if you were a robber or something, but what kind of

robber carries handcuffs?

Cheryl, when you found me, I was like... Well, I was roadkill.

Why are you helping me?

I never misjudge a face.

Even when it's hanging all crooked.

Think of it as part of your therapy.

Did I mention that we have your sister in custody?

No way.

Yeah, and my guys are holding her up in Bay City.

You give me Reno Raines, we'll have a family reunion.

You're bluffing.

You wouldn't risk us talking to your students about your little sidelines.

Maybe you think you can tough it out on a federal yard.

What about little sis, huh?

I hear those big girls up in SLO, hey, they like slender blondes.

My sister's not even in Bay City, Dutch.

She's really cute.

So you listen to me.

No, you listen to me.

You give me Reno Raines, maybe I'll let you skate. You hold out on me, you go on

the list with him.

harboring a fugitive, interfering with a police investigation, obstruction of

justice, perjury.

You're going to do more time than he does.

Get up, Sixkiller.

What the hell is going on here?

Who the hell are you?

Hackney O'Malley, LLB. I am Mr. Sixkiller's attorney.

Have you been abused?

There's no abuse going on here.

Nobody asked you, deputy.

Have you been charged?

I was just about to pull the paper. Where the hell did you come from?

How long have you been questioning my client? 12 hours? 16?

Seven hours, top.

Eight hours uninterrupted interrogation. Has he fed you? Give you water?

Let you go tinkle?

What are you, his attorney or his mommy?

I'm his lawyer, hotshot.

Unlawful detainment. Denial of rights. 416 -6203B -99C.

This is a turtle suit.

Well, you think I'm going to spring him? Oh, no. Keep him here. Pile up the

violations. Denial of counsel.

Police brutality.

Don't talk to me about violations. I'm a federal marshal.

No kidding.

Uncle Sam. Oh, the really deep pockets.

Proceed.

Marshal.

Don't you ever, ever, ever try anything that crazy again.

You're welcome. No problem.

I'm glad to help. You could have made everything three times worse.

You and those phony crime posts.

Those weren't phony. I am a lawyer. Oh, sure.

No, I'm serious.

I am a lawyer.

Well, I was until I got disbarred.

Oh, so I suppose you also think you're a doctor.

Almost. I turned down a full scholarship to med school so I could go to Paris

and pursue a career as a sculptor.

You believe that? No.

Does the lady drink coffee?

All this when he cooks, too.

Black, my specialty.

Also suitable for stripping paint.

It's delicious.

And I have a dresser in the garage that needs refinishing.

Cheryl, I have no way to thank you for helping me like this.

I guess you just have a guardian angel watching over you. I think I'm looking.

What?

And I will continue my sentencing crackdown on violent offenders.

That woman?

Local judge. She's a tough one.

Testified in her courtroom a couple of times.

I gotta go.

Oh, you aren't ready, cowpoke.

It's all coming back to me now.

I was tracking down a killer when I laid down my bike.

That judge is gonna be murdered.

Well, fine, let's call the cops.

I can't.

Remember that man I told you about, the guy named Dixon?

Yeah.

Let me tell you a little story about him.

My critics didn't think a woman would have the guts to hand out the death

penalty, and I've proven them wrong.

Next. Are there any of your past cases that you wish you would have judged more

harshly? I stand by my decision.

What about Joey Harcastle?

First degree murder, now he's escaped from jail.

Do you think he should have gone to the gas chamber?

Well, if the case were heard today, I might reconsider.

Next question.

Sean McCrae?

U .S. Federal Marshal Don Dixon.

I'm in pursuit of... Vince Black, right?

Thank God.

Come in.

So you know the man?

Well, not really. I mean, I drove the ambulance that picked him up.

That's how you tracked me down, right?

No, actually.

I talked to the head nurse at ICU.

She said you were spending a lot of time with him.

She's an old drama queen.

I looked in on him once or twice is all. And then today he shows up here looking

like something someone dug up.

Go on.

Well, I tried to get him to go back to the hospital, and he took some of my

boyfriend's clothes and all of my money.

You want to see?

Uh -uh.

You know where he is now?

It took off.

He said something about someplace down south.

Bay City?

Does that make sense?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, look, I was just about to go down to the local police station and file a

report. Do you want to come?

No. I don't want you to go either. You reported it to me. I have jurisdiction.

Well, are you sure?

I'm positive.

Thanks for your help.

Steady as a rock.

Judge Crusher's office, please.

Let's go. Whoa.

I believe we've been down this road before. You want to see the judge's

the morning news.

Are you always this happy -go -lucky?

Always.

Tennis anyone?

Hey, this is great. Real inconspicuous.

Hey, why do you think I took this job?

I can park in the red zone. I can run through red lights.

Besides, it's all you've got.

Let's go.

You sure this is wise?

You're being wanted and all?

Wise? Come on, it's completely crazy.

Hey, Richard. How's it going?

Hey, Cheryl. How you doing? Good. What brings you here?

Is Judge Crusher in Chambers today?

No way. It's a Tuesday. It's her tennis day.

Oh, that's right.

Where does she play?

Oakhurst.

Who's your friend?

Vince Black.

I know you from somewhere else. You're... Let go!

Wait! What are you doing?

Seemed like a good idea.

Well, what am I supposed to tell him when he wakes up? Tell him I kidnapped

Give me a key. No way. Key!

Randy? Your husband won't be making it today. He suffered a nasty fog in his

to come over here.

You're... I could definitely go a few sets with you, but I'm not really

for it. You're Joseph Highcastle.

Yes, I am.

Oh, cursed tennis club driving a Turlock municipal ambulance.

Where's the siren on this thing?

You want to draw that kind of attention?

Well, I say this qualifies as an emergency.

I am so flattered that you finally remember my face.

It only took you three days.

I'm sorry, I just... I know.

Once you've seen one condemned man, you've seen them all.

You once had my life in your hands.

You should have taken it when you had the chance.

Hang on!

You don't want to do this.

Actually, I do.

I've reached a verdict.

Guilty as...

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right, Chey. I put scramblers on all the lines. I just

guarantee that Dixon won't penetrate them.

Yeah. Oh, by the way, sis, remember when I told you to always save your tax

receipts? Well, you better make it a religion.

Okay. All right, I'll see you then.

Love you, too. Bye.

Beautiful young woman, your sister.

Yes, she is.

Hey, is she dating anybody?

You even come ten feet of my little sister. You know what I'm going to do to

you? I'm going to perform ancient Apache purification ceremonies on you. You

understand? I'm just asking.

So, Bobby, it's been almost a week since he vanished.

What do you think?

What do you think about what?

You and me, partnering up, you know? Hey, Butch and Sundance, Smith and

Martin and Lewis.

Look, O'Malley, you know when I compare you to Reno, you keep coming up short.

Thank you for the ride.

Appreciate it.

How are you?

You okay?

You are a bad penny, sir.

Can't get rid of me.

Well, that's exactly what I got to do. Because I'm under the microscope of Mr.

Dutchman Dixon.

Hey, Tony.

Vince.

Get some out of here.

Tony. Now and then, when I'm short -handed, on a trial basis, maybe.

I bear greetings from a certain ambulance driver from Turlock. Ah, fine

Keeper. Pity. She thinks the same of you.

That I'm a fine woman?

Well, ta -da!

I bought it back from the tow yard.

Had them bring it here.

I can't bear to look.

It'll just make strong. Ready?

Say hello to an old friend.

How'd you do this?

Long hours, custom specs, and $18 ,000 to a gigantic Hells Angel by the name of

Chocolate George.

I'll pay you back, man, every dime.

Don't worry about it. Just keep it straight up, okay?

Now get the heck out of here.