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No, no, sis.

Don't cancel dinner. I'll be back in time.

Right. I'm just going to go pick up this guy, drop him off in L .A., and then

I'll be back in Bay City before nightfall.

Right. Now, what's his name?

Curly Cannon. What about the sheriff?

Farmley. Okay. I've got it. I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Curly Cannon?

Farmley.

Ha, ha, ha.

Hiya, Sheriff.

Parmalee? I'll be right with you.

Now, what can I do for you?

Well, my name is Robert Sixkiller, Sixkiller Enterprises. I'm a licensed

hunter. Here's my card.

And I'm here to handle the extradite of one Curly Cannon, armed robber. Hope you

don't mind doing some heavy lifting.

No, why?

Well, you can see for yourself why.

Well, did you try to wake him up or anything?

Wake him up? I was the one who put him to sleep.

He was drunk and I locked him up. Came after my gun. I had a clock.

Look, Sheriff, I hate to be rude. I've got a... Get going. Oh, yeah, yeah, I

understand. I got some papers to sign, and then he's yours and he's out of my

life. Yeah.

Great.

PTA, L .A., 1 ,300 hours.

Right on schedule.

Oh, my God. Where am I?

Hey, sis, you know what? I got to give you a call back. Leave me Beauty

All right, talk to you later.

Who the hell are you?

I'll have your ride back to L .A., pal.

Sit down, chill out, relax, and in about six hours, you'll be right back to

jail. Jail?

Sheriff Parmley, you dumb skull.

Oh, that's a good one, Curly. That's a good one. I am Sheriff Quentin Parmley

Lone Tree, Arizona.

I went into Curly's cell because he was sick to bats or jumping.

Oh, yeah, I believe you now. So what am I supposed to do, like cut you loose and

let you go? You better pull this thing over to the side of the road or you're

going to be charged with kidnapping the peace officer. That is revised Arizona

statute.

13 -1301. Oh, you're a jailhouse attorney, too. I'm impressed.

Son, you pull this tug over right now.

You listen to me real good. You know why?

Because I'm not going to listen to your crap all the way back home.

I'm a bounty hunter. You're an armed robber. We're on an extradite, okay? One

more peep out of you, and I'm going to put you back to sleep.

Armed robbery is ARS 13 -1904.

You handle extradites for the state of California under California Penal Code

1389.

Assaulting a police officer is a second felony to go along with kidnapping, not

that it's going to make any difference after I break your fool neck.

You're good. You're real good.

But I don't buy it, so say goodnight. Whoa, whoa.

I understand.

I'll tell you what. What?

You drive me back to town, and I will show you a picture of me and my wife on

desk, in my office, in my staff's apartment.

Oh, man, this could get ugly.

Don't move.

Oh, boy. Take these off.

Right away, sir.

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 renegade.

I want an APB out on Curly Cannon.

Better make it statewide, Luke. You're gonna hold the California Highway

Mexico State Police, and the Border Guard.

Yeah, he's wearing my uniform and driving my patrol car.

Don't ask.

You know, Sheriff, this is a very embarrassing situation for me. Yeah, for

of us. I promise you, I will find Curly Cannon and apprehend him within 24

hours. Then you can add your assault charges. No offense, son, but I'll be

bringing him back myself.

Oh, my God, he stole my guns!

He's got an hour and a half head start. He's probably on the other side of the

Mexican border. He'd be a fool to even stop on the way.

License and registration, ma 'am. Was I going that fast, officer?

Actually, you weren't going fast enough.

Excuse me?

And you never will in this thing. Beautiful girl like you, ma 'am, what

is a real car.

You mean you'd actually let me drive that? Very own magic carpet ride.

Could we turn on the siren in that little turning light? Wouldn't be much

without it, would it?

I'll bet you've got it in your boy's mouth.

You mean it?

That was

incredible. I've

always wanted to do that. Yeah, me too.

What's your story, anyway?

No story.

I'm the policeman of your dreams.

You want my phone number or something?

How'd you like to go to Las Vegas with me? Las Vegas?

Gee, I'd love to, but I just started this new job.

Oh, I'm talking high adventure here.

Cash and prizes like you wouldn't believe.

I'd love to.

Maybe some other time.

All right, then.

Pleasure's all mine.

Why don't you see if you can break 120 going back, huh?

Yeah. Okay.

All right.

No, Sheriff, I'm going to go after this guy with you or without you. You're

bullheaded that we don't team up. And I guess I'm just bullheaded. I can help

you. Like chicken crap on a pump handle. You mean to tell me in all your law

enforcement career you've never made a mistake?

Yeah, son, I've made plenty of them. Just none of them as dumb as the one

made.

I come from a long line of trackers, Sheriff.

All right, all right. What is your plan?

Pray to heaven, drive like hell, and hope to God you stay out of my way.

Luke, I'm thinking north instead of south.

My best hope is he stays in my vehicle a while before he ditches it.

Well, we might count a break already.

Please, God.

Well, I got a call from a motorist, spotted your cruise doing about 110, and

blonde was driving. Where?

State 93, just below Kingman. Roger that. I'm 10 -8 to Kingman, code 2.

You and me both, Sheriff.

You and me both.

You got a tail like this.

Ain't no legal lane change.

Doing 72 in a 55 -mile -an -hour zone.

That'd take you off the road for a long time, pal.

Oh, man.

I got to get that load to Tahoe by tomorrow. Now, come on. Yeah, yeah, my

goes out to you.

But I'm not an unreasonable man.

No.

All right, then.

What's it going to cost me? Well, normally, fines like these run upwards

$800.

Today, I'm having a special.

Three infractions for the price of one.

That's right, for the low, low price of $500, you can find yourself in the Tahoe

Pines at midnight.

You know, it's amazing how you guys can get away with this stuff.

Just enforcing the rules of the road, my friend.

Have a nice day.

Ma 'am, you have got to understand this man is extremely dangerous.

He treated me fine.

Why are you protecting him? I'm not protecting anybody.

I don't know where he went.

Okay.

Thanks a lot.

I will tell you one thing.

You could take lessons from him on how a cop ought to act.

Great.

Hi.

Oh, hi. Can I help you? Well, I couldn't help but notice that you were talking

to the sheriff.

Yeah, so? Well, we're looking for the same guy.

Excuse me. I've got work to do. Yes, I know. Well, maybe this could help.

Why do you all want that guy? He's really sweet. We went for a joyride.

it.

He did invite me to go to Las Vegas with him. Las Vegas?

Yeah. Said there'd be big cash and prizes.

Now I'm kind of sorry I didn't go. Thank you very much. You've been a great

help.

Hey, Sheriff.

Here's your man.

Curly. That's Sheriff Curly to you.

I thought you said your name was Parmelee. It is. Sheriff Curly Parmelee.

Now, I'm going to need to question this man alone in private for five minutes.

No way. I'm staying right here.

That's our procedure.

Let me tell you about my procedure.

I did him and questioned him on my way out of town.

Yeah,

it's perfect all right.

I always wanted to be a cop.

Eat free, meet chicks.

Drive real fast.

What more could a man want?

Still can't believe they took you, though. What with your record?

Harry, read my lips.

I'm not a real cop.

I stole the car and the uniform.

Oh, yeah.

Did you steal me one?

No, but you can still be my deputy.

Only a deputy?

If I was a regular cop, Harry...

You'd be a partner, right?

Right. But there'd only be one sheriff.

And I'm not a cop. I'm a sheriff, see?

That makes you my deputy, right? Oh, right.

Yeah.

Is he a real cop or a sheriff?

That's real sheriff, and I whacked to get this done.

I thought you'd be sitting down for a while.

Sixkiller. What?

Come here.

I hate you.

Thanks for your help, man.

All right, Sheriff. Look, if there's anything that you can tell me that'll

me catch Curly Cannon, you better tell me now, because it looks like you're out

of the hunt. Oh!

Why in the hell would I tell you anything? You're the one who started

fiasco. The paramedics said you're going to be just fine. Sure, he ain't got a

bullet in his butt. Okay, okay, you're bitter, I understand, but you know what?

I'm going to make it up to you, because me and my partner are going to catch

Curly Cannon. Oh, God, you mean there's more than one of you? Yes, there is. And

we're going to bring you Curly Cannon's ass in a sling.

Excuse the pun, Sheriff.

Sheriff? Okay, come on, fellas, let's get him in here.

Take it easy, Sheriff.

It's okay. Nice and easy, nice and easy.

Guy just got shot in the, uh, never mind.

Take care, Sheriff.

Hey. Thanks for coming. The thing's getting uglier and uglier. Curly Cannon

busted some condom hairy picket from the Liberty County Jail. Oh, great. So now

we got two phony cops?

Exactly. Should I come up with anything?

Yeah, she found out this guy Curly Cannon's a real head case.

Surprise, surprise.

Check this out.

14 months at the state hospital. His doctor's name is Helen Proctor.

I'll give her a call. You know, I think Curly and his pal are headed to Vegas,

man. I think they're gonna pull some type of caper. So, I'm gonna call ahead

some help.

John Dalton.

Bobby Sixkiller.

You well?

Top form, man.

Revenues are up. Theme park's almost finished. We're turning into a family

right in front of my very eyes.

How's Rebecca?

Straight A's last quarter, thanks to you and Vince.

And I haven't forgotten I owe you a big one. Well, the time has come to pay up.

We'll be in town by nightfall. Dinner for three. My office?

You got it. We'll see you then. Bye.

Leave a lot bigger.

You quit doing that?

What's the matter? You afraid we'll, like, get a ticket or something?

Oh, that's easy for you to say. You're the one with the uniform.

If anybody asks, just tell them you're my prisoner or something.

What the hell are we up to, anyway?

What we're up to is a dream caper of a lifetime.

The big school.

The one that's going to get us all the way to Bali where native girls in

cater to our every fish and desire.

We're driving to Bali?

Vegas. Land of dreams and opportunities that provide us with the two million

dollars that we need to get to paradise.

Okay. I'm in.

What do we got to do first?

First, we got to get you a uniform.

Here.

He's on.

You lost, partner?

Yeah, I seem to be.

This here's my prisoner, a transport from Arizona.

Extradite, huh?

Actually, he's a witness.

Supposed to take him downtown for a deposition, but I don't know where the

it is.

You need directions or an escort?

Actually, no. What I need is your car.

Easy, boys.

Just make it easy.

Thanks for taking my call, Dr. Proctor.

I'm an officer of the court. My name is Robert Sixkiller.

A former patient of yours is at large, and I'm trying to recapture him. His

is Curly Cannon.

Oh, sure.

Curly.

Well, I'm not surprised he escaped.

Doc, there's a couple things I'd like to know. While I don't want to compromise

doctor -patient confidentiality, I... He's a delusional, pathological liar.

Clear enough for you? Crystal clear. Is there anything else I need to know?

Uh, he suffers from a multiple personality disorder.

Ah, well, I met the one that knocks out sheriffs and locks them in their own

jail cell.

Did you hear about his last arrest?

Only that it was a bank robbery. In the heist, one of his accomplices was a

stripper who created diversion in the bank by ripping off her clothes.

Well, was she ever apprehended?

Fifteen witnesses.

And no one saw her face.

So what you're saying is this guy can go around the bend at any moment?

Not really.

As long as he stays on his proper medication.

He's quite harmless.

Medication?

What was that?

Nothing. That was your medication.

Did you run out? Hey, don't worry about it, Gary. No offense, Curly. You're not

so fun to be around when you run out. Are you my partner or my mother?

What's our number?

Huh? On the side of our car, what's our number?

19A. It's 19 Apple at, uh, Clark and Pine, Ronnie.

What are you doing?

Come on. Just get out of here. Get out of here.

Put that down.

Get out of here right now or I'll pound your forehead in a tenner. And go where,

Betty? This is my home. No, not anymore. It's not.

That's just great. Great. Now you brought the cop.

What seems to be the trouble here? The big lug. I come home from work. I go in

the fridge for a brew. She goes crazy. I'm there with a hammer.

Is this true?

Positively. Absolutely.

Well, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you both. What are you talking

about?

Well, you know those desert countries where they cut your hand off for

Can you imagine what the penalty is for cheating on your wife?

And you, ma 'am, denying a working man his hard -earned end -of -the -day beer.

You know, I used to live next door to a four -square Baptist minister who had

him a parrot.

He used to teach that parrot hour -long sermons.

Then he'd go off fishing and leave that bird with me trying to save my soul all

day and night.

You know what I thought of that parrot?

It was delicious.

Are you going to take him back into your apartment and make him feel like a man

ought to feel?

Yes, sir. Anything he wants, I promise.

And you?

Are you going to give her what every woman wants? You're like never before,

Well, then get to it.

Come on.

John,

you look great. Thank you.

Good to see you. You too.

Listen,

when I got your call, I phoned the Las Vegas police and the APB you requested

went out within five minutes.

We have a little more information. This guy, Curly Cannon, is a pathological

liar who's mentally unstable and likes women who undress for a living. You just

described about half the town.

Well, John, we just got this over the fax.

It's a publicity shot of one of Curly's known accomplices in L .A.

Oh, that's some accomplice.

Well, we think she's a stripper working right here in town.

So if he's planning something, he may want to try to hook up with her. Well,

guys, you know, we run a family -oriented casino, but I still know a few

in town, and from the looks of her, I'd suspect she's probably working one of

the high -end clubs.

That's a start.

Look, if you guys like, I'd be happy to call in the local cops to give you a

hand. Well, why don't you let us give it a try, okay, John?

Hey, Moe, baby. Oh, no. No way.

It's me, baby. Come on.

What's with the uniform?

You like it? Huh?

This isn't real.

You're in jail, and I'm just having a flashback.

Is this real?

Real.

Disgusting, but real.

Hey, come on. Have a drink with us.

Huh?

You having another one of those multiple personality things again, Curly? No.

No, I'm fine.

Perry's with me.

Oh, God, this really is a bad dream.

You look great up there, Mo.

Lost weight, huh?

Did not.

Gee, try and be nice.

Mo, look, we need you. We got a job. Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't want to hear.

I don't want to know.

You don't want two million bucks?

Two million?

I have to kill. Nobody.

Look, I just want you to stop trafficking.

That's all. Oh, no. Here we go again. It's another one of your idiotic

Curly. Mo, look. Look, this could really work.

I gotta say, no.

Mo, come on.

Lady said no.

Remember me, huh?

Police, let us through.

Get out of here.

Officer,

I can explain everything. I can explain everything.

Explain it downtown, Pocahontas. You're under arrest for assaulting a police

officer.

I'm Detective Cole.

You want to tell me what the hell came over you, Mr. Sixkiller? Like I told

officers, I'm a licensed bounty hunter. I was trying to apprehend two fugitives

who were dressed as Las Vegas cops.

I understand that part.

What I don't get is why you assaulted my operative. Look, it was chaotic in

there. All right, I mean, it was crazy.

All I was doing was swinging at anything I had a uniform on, that's all.

And who was this second man with you?

He was one of my operatives, Vince Black. Where is he?

Well, I don't know. He's probably out there trying to find Cannon and Pickett.

don't like freelancers, Mr. Sixkiller. It's going to be a pleasure getting you

off the street. I hope you got yourself a smart -ass lawyer.

A lawyer I'm not.

Hello, Harlan. Mr. Dalton, how are you? Boy, am I glad to see that you arrested

this scum.

Wait a minute, John. That's not funny.

You know this guy?

This guy?

John! As a matter of fact, Mr.

Sixkiller works for me part -time, and whatever he's told you, you can believe

100 % of.

Well, he's trying to tell me to escape cons and run around town in LVPD

uniforms. They've must have switched, John.

Wait just a minute by me. Hold it.

Do you remember whether Curly or Harry had name tags on their uniform?

Well, I think so. Do you remember what it said on those tags?

Well, it was dark in there.

Well,

one was like...

Leger, Lucas, Logan. And the other one was, well, he kind of had a long name,

like a mile long. It started with an F.

Was it Savinsky?

That's it.

What's the status on Logan and Savinsky?

Really? You're sure?

Okay.

What'd you find out, Harley?

Logan and Savinsky haven't called in for six hours.

Man,

this is good.

Chicken was medium rare.

Bread's like rock and the beans are still frozen.

I didn't realize you were such a gourmet, Carl.

Where is the owner?

What are you looking at? Now, Carl, I don't mean no disrespect.

What the hell is this?

It's a check.

What, to make a mistake?

Yeah, a big one.

No, I did have two ginger ales. They gave a check, Harry.

Weren't you finished yet?

You know what?

I'm going to teach them to respect the law.

No!

You're scaring me, Carl.

Hey, Harry.

I'm all right.

No, you're not.

Last time he was this bad, we got busted. And I ain't going back to jail.

I can't take it.

We got to get you straight.

All right.

I'm sorry.

All right, all right.

Maureen! Oh, you again.

I want to know about Curly Cannon.

Brother. Come on now, what was he saying to you?

Here's what I was saying to him.

Get lost.

You were that girl at the L .A. bank job, weren't you?

I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, sure you do. Look, mister, I am

trying really hard to get my life together.

Just... Answer me a few questions and I'll be out of your hair. I'll

okay? Now, Curly was here to pull the job, right?

Doesn't take a genius.

As long as I have known him, he's had all these dreams about all these jobs he

wants to pull.

Crazy stuff, you know, like Fort Knox, the crown jewels of England.

He's obsessed with Princess Diana, you know that.

What do you suppose he was here in Vegas to do? All he said was something really

Curly -ish.

Nuts, like, I want you to stop traffic at high noon.

What can I do for you, officers?

Well, that's what we can do for you, sir. He received an emergency APB out on

some escaped psycho prowling for drugs.

Really? Oh, yeah, yeah. Major trouble.

And he's been spotted in this neighborhood. Now, you do carry anti

drugs here, right? Certainly. We sell a lot of Prozac.

Oh, the kiddie crap. I mean, like the good stuff. You know, like Prolixit and

Medazine and Stanol. Of course. We have that, too. Good. Okay. We better give

you a picture and a number. I'd appreciate that.

Okay.

Carly, you were going to give me a picture?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Well, he's about my height and my weight and looks exactly,

mean, exactly like me.

Hey, sugar.

Thought you'd never get home.

Get out before I call the cops.

Cops are already here.

Listen, about that proposition I had for you. I told you, I'm not interested.

At least hear me out. I didn't get a chance to tell you the whole beautiful

thing. I don't want to.

Please, Mo, don't stir him up.

It took me six hours to get him under control.

You know how he can get.

I listen, and then you'll go?

Sure thing.

Talk.

We're going to take off with $2 million.

Cash, small, untraceable bills, no risk.

And all I have to do is get naked.

Yeah, yeah, works for me.

What are you knocking over that's got that kind of money?

Oh, no, no, no, my secret.

Not until the very end. Even I don't know.

Honest, Mo.

Hey, Curly, it's time for your next... No, no, not now.

Not now.

Mo, here's the kicker. See, these uniforms are going to make it so easy.

I kind of owe this one to you for all the grief that I caused you.

Make my conscience straight, huh?

What do you say?

You know what I say?

What? I say no!

Hey, Curly? What?

It's hot.

Clean?

What is that?

Pill. What does it look like?

It's a pig!

You know how I feel about drugs.

But you come in here, in my house... Not that kind of...

drug. Oh, don't give me that curly cannon. I'm on probation for God's sake.

no, no. That's his medicine.

I want you to get out of here.

Well, I'm going to get out of here when you're done with me.

No, please, please.

Shut up.

You're going to do this for me.

And if you screw up or you hesitate, I'm going to blow that head right off those

pretty little shoulders.

You understand what I'm saying?

Any luck with the girl? I don't think she wants anything to do with Curly or

deal. Did you get anything from her? All he told her about the job is that he

wanted her to stop traffic at high noon. Oh, man, I hate these riddles.

John, what about a casino hit, huh?

Why else would a robber come to Las Vegas?

Look, with all the security around these places, not even cannons that crazy, we

take our money out in helicopters, and to pull that kind of strike, you'd need

big budget, lots of technology, and a small army.

Besides... He said this thing about stopping traffic.

What about banks?

Banks are his M .O. You don't have to stop traffic to rob a bank.

What carries money and travels the streets?

An armored car.

Bingo. And we've got one major armored car company left in Las Vegas.

Clark Armor Transport, this is Roy.

Hi, Roy.

John Dalton here. Hey. Yeah, you're on speaker.

I just got a tip that something could be going on with one of your cars around

now. You have any idea what that's about?

That'd have to be the dead letter run. Last pickups at noon on the edge of the

strip. Dead letter run? What is that, John?

Well, once a month they pick up all the worn out money from all the casinos.

That's money that's tattered, torn, defaced, or just flat worn out and we

it to the Federal Reserve.

What do they do with it? The Feds have a station up in Carson City and they take

the currency up there and burn it. Roy, how big is that collection?

On average, about $2 million.

There's your boy.

Thanks, John. We'll be in touch.

That's it.

I'm not doing this.

You promised.

You gotta stick to it. I changed my mind. Why?

Oh, my God.

What's the problem?

No problem.

This is as long as you do what we say.

Everything's under control, folks.

No problems here. Come on.

Open it up.

Dan. I don't have a key.

Who does?

Jimmy.

Inside.

Hey, Jimmy?

Come on, open it up. I got a gun out here. I'm just dying to use it.

That's not how it works, mister.

Let me tell you how it works, okay? See, I take this gun and I put it in the

middle of your chest.

Then I pull the trigger just so.

Then you tell old Jimbo in here to open up that door and unlock it. Come on out

of here. I'm going to splatter your guts all over the side of this shiny new

truck. Jeez, Jimmy, come on. It's not even your money anyhow.

I'm just going to burn it. You ain't kidding, Jim.

I'm just going to do it. That guy's psycho.

Please, Jimmy.

Jimmy, I'm on a count to one.

I'll take that.

It's only three minutes after 12, and that's the fastest road out of town.

Got to get them out of there. Well, I know that.

Got any ideas?

Yeah, you know what? Underneath your seat's an emergency box.

There's some flares in there. Grab them.

Okay, got it. Now what? Well, then I'll pull alongside the armored car and you

jump up on top.

While we're moving?

Yeah, you can handle that.

Then what do you want me to do?

Take the flare and you jump it through the board hole and then you'll smoke

out. It's an old Indian trick.

Next time I get to drive.

Hey, you go!

How's that taste, Shirley, huh? Bad.

Maybe your medication will taste better. It's going to taste bad.

Excuse

me,

Sheriff Farmer Lee.

You know, I prayed that I'd never see you again.

Now, now, now, I've come to make amends, sir.

Now, how are you going to do that? Blow your brains out in front of me?

No, I actually brought you a present.

Come here.

Hey, Quentin.

You know, I was actually supposed to take him back to L .A., but I figured

owed you this moment.

Hey, look, I'm really sorry about what happened.

Well, if you ain't now, you are sure going to be.

No, no, I got to explain. I got off my medication, see, and I wasn't in my

mind.

Oops.

Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone.

Hey.

By the way, how'd you catch this guy?

With a little help from my friends.