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- Martin Bormann, Super Service.

- [Caller] Clint, please.

- Oh, good morning, SuperAngel.

How are you? - Cut the bullshit,

I wanna talk to Clint.

Is he busy?

- No, no, no, no, no. He's not too busy.

I'll call him for you. Hang on.

- [SuperAngel] Don't take all day.

- You're down about a quart. What do you use?

- What do you got?

- I'd recommend 10-40.

- Sounds like a good number.

- Clint, phone. I'll take over for you.

- [Clint] Clint.

- Honey, we're out of cat food.

- Well, go to the store and get some.

- Well, I'm not dressed.

Besides, I'm lonely, Clint.

Why don't you come home?

Clint?

Clint? - Oh, no way baby.

There's just Martin and I.

- Oh, he can handle it.

- I know you find it difficult to understand,

but I'm paid to do a job here.

Besides, we're starting to get busy.

- [SuperAngel] See, I'm just not important to you.

- Got any paper towels, good-lookin'?

- Who's that?

- Hang on, I've gotta get something for a customer.

- Clint!

Clint, hey, who in the hell was that?

- [Clint] Here, catch.

- [SuperAngel] Clint? Clint?

You answer me.

- A customer needed some towels, Angel.

- Who in the fuck was that?

- Just a chick.

- You son of a bitch.

- A fat ass and no tits.

- Bullshit.

- You make her look like a boy.

Oh!

Well, that's better.

That's much better.

Come on home, stud, to our big bed.

SuperAngel's got a big need.

- Hey! Would you spare me a little of your time?

- Gotta hang up on you, Angel.

Martin can't hack it by himself. Bye.

- Goddamn you!

- Martin Bormann Super Service.

- Who the hell is this?

- SuperLorna.

- Get off the line, bitch.

I wanna talk to Cliff Ramsey.

Goddamn it, you're the one he's been balling!

- Can't wait to strap on your groovy old man.

- Where's the men's room?

- Right over there.

- Can I take it out in trade?

- Credit cards or cash.

- Martin Bormann Super Service.

- Listen to me good, fatso.

You get your kraut ass out on that pump island

and tell my old man to get home now,

or I am going to burn down this fuckin' lean-to.

- No exceptions?

- Win some, lose some.

- I bring you an ultimatum from the Führer.

Either you get your ass home machen schnell,

or you won't have a house to come home to.

- That no-good bitch!

- Okay, Angel, now what's with this shit

embarrassing me again in front of my boss?

Your phony threats, burn down the house?

Goddamn it. Goddamn it, Angel!

What the hell's the matter with you?

Where else could you spend so much time on your back

outside of a whorehouse?

Call me away from my job one more time and it's your ass.

I mean it, your ass!

Back to that pornographer of yours

who used to take all your shitty abuse.

Angel, the spoiled bitch crap is finished.

You hear me? I've had it.

Gotta play the man-killer.

Groovy guys, muscles her specialty.

Burn 'em at both ends. Suck 'em inside out.

Always dealing from a position of strength.

Blowing my hard-earned bread.

You've played out your bullshit game with me.

Angel number one, screw everybody else.

Give her what she wants, when she wants it, how she wants it.

Money, a shitpile of it, just lay it on Angel.

Forget where it came from, right?

Just lay it on Angel.

Lie, spin, give it away.

Rip off any jerk who says no to her.

Life's just one big gas for you, isn't it?

Well I'm gonna blow this chicken-shit scene.

I'm gonna blow...

- Was it good? - Yeah.

- I mean that chick you screwed in your lousy truck.

- There's no other chick.

- Admit to it, you bastard.

Your fag boss always covering up for you.

That's why you couldn't get it off with me.

- I'm sick of your demands, your accusations.

Your ass isn't worth your ass, Angel.

- You!

- Angel. - Goddamn you!

- [Clint] Stop it.

- Don't you knock my ass, you dickface.

I give you my body, the most beautiful bod you've ever had,

and you don't even appreciate it!

- [Clint] Come on.

- [SuperAngel] What have you had? You have faggot friends

and a rotten mother whore.

- All right, that's enough, Angel.

Shut your ugly mouth. Say one more thing about my mother

and I'll bust your goddamn jaw.

SuperAngel, you've ripped me off for the last time.

Go bang the king's regiment, I don't give a damn anymore.

- Son of a bitch.

Screw you, you goddamn shit!

That's what I think of your threats.

- Angel, you bitch.

Wait, 'til I get your ass.

- You goddamn-- - Angel.

Hey, that's my truck.

- [SuperAngel] (indistinct) my lovers, my young stud.

- Angel.

- You're fucking trash, you're trash.

- [Clint] What's the matter with you?

- [SuperAngel] You son of a bitch.

- [Clint] Stop it now, that's my truck.

You crazy bitch.

- [SuperAngel] I wanted a Cadillac. Even a Lincoln.

Clint, you bastard.

(indistinct) You cheap asshole!

- [Clint] Give me that! - [SuperAngel] Let go of it.

Let go of it.

- [Clint] You dirty goddamn bitch, let go!

- [SuperAngel] You dirty bastard!

Let go of me, you prick!

- [Clint] I'll get your ass.

Come here.

- [SuperAngel] Let go of me, you're hurting me.

Let go!

- That's right, officer, 1825 La Mesa.

- [Clint] Come on.

- [SuperAngel] Let go of me.

- He's trying to kill her. You gotta hurry.

[SuperAngel] Let me go!

Ow, you bitch. You bit me. Come here.

Let go of me, Clint.

Let me go.

- Officer.

Officer, that guy's trying to kill his wife.

That guy's trying to kill his wife, officer.

- You hear me? Come on.

- Help!

Ow!

I'll have the police come in here and...

- [Dispatch] Community to Rescue 4. 1012 Las Palmas.

- Is she hurt bad, officer?

- Well, we'll call you if we need you.

Now, you get your old, funky ass outta here.

- I was only trying to help. - I said get outta here.

You better learn how to control

that temper a little bit, hoss.

Goddamn, you're gonna wind up

killing somebody one of these days.

Your old lady's on her way over to emergency hospital.

What's gonna happen to you, of course,

depends on what she has to say.

And you better hope it's something good,

or else you in trouble.

Know what I mean?

Shit, I've seen you someplace before.

You work for that old Heinie Martin Bormann, don't you?

Well, I'll be damned.

Well, let's see here what we gotta do about you.

We're gonna give you a break.

You go on back to work.

Let your old lady calm down a little bit.

Let her cool off.

I'll be in touch with you.

Hey, hoss...

Don't you go gettin' no rabbit in your blood

and trying to run on me now,

'cause if you do, I'm gonna have to hurt you.

Now, go on and get the fuck outta here.

Go on.

- [Intercom Voice] Supervisor of Ward B-11.

- Checking for lumps, Dr. Scholl?

- Nothing broken, young lady.

Just stay in bed a couple of days

and drink a lot of hot chicken soup.

Helluva pair of tits.

Best I've seen in a long time.

- [Intercom Voice] Dr. Slovish, please call your office.

- Hi, I'm patrolman Harry Sledge.

- I want that no good son of a bitch thrown in the Slammer.

He has beaten me up for the last time.

- [Intercom Voice] Stat call for IC room seven.

- I don't mean to dispute your word, Mrs. Ramsey,

but from looks your old man,

I'd say it's the other way around.

Like he tangled with a wildcat.

- It's not Mrs. Ramsey.

I'm Angel.

Angel Turner.

- [Intercom Voice] Dr. Siegel,

please return to the administration office.

- Thanks for taking the asshole out.

- That wasn't no big thing.

Always happy to help a young lady in distress,

especially such a fine-looking lady.

- Maybe I can return the favor.

- Why don't you take a couple of hours off?

Go home, get cleaned up.

The rush is over.

- Thanks, Martin, I think I'll do that.

- Get out of here, you philander, you woman-beater.

Prick!

I have a feeling my old man won't be back.

Not today anyway.

Can I make you a drink, Harry?

- No thanks, I'll just enjoy my cigar.

- Oh, I like a good cigar,

but I take it outta my mouth on occasion.

Do you wanna dance?

- No, I never could hack it.

- [SuperAngel] Do you mind if I do?

- Why, hell no.

- Who worked you over, Clint?

- Just pour, Haji.

Just pour, nothing else.

You nice men always let the good stuff get away.

- [SuperAngel] You don't dance and you don't drink.

You gotta be big in bed.

- You try me, you find out.

- Give me a few minutes, Harry.

I always like to take a hot bath first.

- Don't drink so much, good-looking. It slows you down.

- Nobody tells me when to stop drinking.

- I get off in two hours.

- I reckon...

I reckon Angel's tits are bigger than yours.

- Come on, Harry. I'm ready.

- I'm not.

- I got just what the doctor ordered.

- I don't cotton to that.

- Harry, I never left a good man down yet.

- Knock that queer shit off.

Now, we're gonna do it my way or not at all.

- But you have so much to offer.

All you need is a little help.

- Goddamn it, I told you it's not workin' for me.

- Not working for you? What the hell's wrong?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Not ready, with my beautiful body?

You got a lot of nerve, buster, telling me you're not ready.

All those muscles, except the one that really counts.

- Get outta my bed, you phony.

Maybe you didn't hear me right, pig.

Get your ass outta my bed!

- Oh, well, that's the way it goes, baby.

Some day you're up, some day you're down.

I'll drop by tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, my ass.

How do you know you can even get it up tomorrow,

you limp faggot?

Tomorrow, shit!

Besides, my old man will be coming tomorrow.

Or tonight, if I can find him.

That beautiful young stud I threw outta here for you?

Oh Jesus, what a joke!

Beat it, you jack-off,

before I call the cops.

That's a funny one, isn't it?

Me callin' the pigs on a pig.

- That's what you get for bein' sassy.

You about the sorriest, foul-mouthed bitch

I ever met in my life.

You threatened me, didn't you? Huh?

I'll leave when I'm damn good and ready.

Matter of fact, I think I'll just stick around,

have myself a little drink.

- [SuperAngel] You bastard.

- Telephone's outta order. - Bastard.

You hit me. You hit my beautiful body.

I'm gonna kill you.

- I guess that little smack in the belly

didn't do anything for you.

Now I'm gonna have to teach you a serious lesson.

All right! Come on, hit me!

Matter of fact, I'm gonna get you

for all the guys you shit on.

Come on, hit me, hurt me!

Oh yeah, come on!

Where's that little man of yours?

Huh? What'd you call him, matches?

Come on, if you're gonna hurt me, you might as well hurt me!

Hit me, you bitch!

Come on, cunt!

You better simmer down a little bit,

'cause my patience is running thin.

- Now get your ass in the bedroom

and see what's coming up next.

Angel?

SuperAngel?

Come on, honey, open the door.

Get out, get out, get out!

Get out of my house, you freak!

- I ain't gonna hurt you.

- Besides, I'm ready now.

- I'll call the cops, I will.

I swear I'll call the cops.

- Got my shit together.

- Get out, get out, get out.

Get out of my house, I'll call the cops.

I will, you freak. I'll call the cops.

- You got all the police you ever gonna need.

Now, you better open this goddamn door,

or I'm gonna bust it down.

I said open this fucking door!

What's the matter, super- faggot Harry?

All your other muscles gone limp, too?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I can always depend on horny old Rufus next door

to call the cops on you.

You ought to know, pig.

Super-stud pig.

That won't work either, Harry.

I tried it once myself.

Of course, you probably couldn't do it

even if it could be done.

I'm glad my old man doesn't have your problems.

Of course, you know what they say about young, skinny boys.

They're all cock.

Boy, isn't that the truth?

Not like you.

Is that why you carry your big night stick, Harry? Hmm?

It's probably the closest you can come, huh?

Maybe you were good once, huh?

Maybe you're just getting old

and shriveled up, kind of wrinkled.

I called you a faggot, but you don't even rate that.

At least fags have someone to do it with.

Old shriveled-up Harry.

Old prune-prick Harry.

- Well, you gonna rue the day you was born, woman,

when I get my hands on you.

I'm gonna have to hurt you, now.

You ever been cut by a knife, huh?

Yeah, I am gonna cut you like a fucking hog.

You sorry bitch!

Cunt!

Fucking bitch!

I'm gonna cut your ass off!

You fucking pig!

I'll fucking kill your ass! (indistinct)

Shit.

- [Radio DJ] And that concludes your Kermit Cain

all music, all pleasure show from FM channel 98.

Now in keeping with KPZK's recognized responsibility

to the community at large,

we bring you live from the United Nations General Assembly,

Sir Bagot Hype of Great Britain speaking in rebuttal

to the Union of South Africa's (indistinct).

Bagot Hype has been speaking uninterruptedly this past...

- Lousy lay, huh?

- [Bagot] Like precepts of equality, justice

and freedom spread with the speed

of wildfire across the West Indies.

The firestorm of a new moral conception,

uprisings in revolution spread

to all parts of the hemisphere.

- You're quite a turn-on yourself.

- [Bagot] Feeding on itself, unquenchable...

Fire! Fire!

- Clint, hey, come on.

Arschloch. Arschloch.

Why did you do it? Why?

- Do what?

- Don't gimme that scheisse,

you know what I'm talking about.

- Stop the Gestapo shit, Martin, Jesus!

- All right.

A little beating... But to burn her?

- Burn who?

- Angel. She's dead.

- What?

- Angel's dead? Who did it?

- Oh, bullshit.

- I've been here for hours.

I've been here for hours!

Look, I can prove it.

- I hope so.

- Here, Haji...

Here, Haji'll tell you I was here tonight.

Ain't that right, baby?

- You lie, boy.

He came in just a few minutes ago, just before you got here.

- You lying bitch!

Damn it, Martin, she's lying!

- You prick!

- She's lying, goddamn it, Martin.

- All right, now the truth.

- Will you let-- Let go, let go, let go.

Martin, that broad's lying.

She's hot at my ass for not balling her tonight.

Believe what you want.

- Well, somebody killed her,

and you're the most likely pigeon.

You've gotta get outta town tonight.

Here's $103.

That's all that I had in the till.

I'll send you more just as soon as I hear from you.

Now, schnell , you can get a ride here easy.

Good luck.

Auf wiedersehen.

- [Clint] Thanks, Martin.

- [Driver] Where you heading?

- Going west. - Get in.

Going as far as San Quentin, just past the state line.

Well, here's where I turn off.

- [Clint] I appreciate it.

- [Driver] Don't mention it.

- Stop, Cal, pick him up.

- Where you heading, man?

- Going west.

- Jump in.

Our good deed for the day.

- [Clint] Yeah, sure appreciate it.

- [Kyle] I'm Cal McKinney.

This is my woman, man, SuperCherry.

- I'm Clint Ramsey.

- Hi there.

Like I was saying, how does my beautiful bod look today?

- Dynamite, baby. Dynamite.

- I'm one up on you cocksmiths.

I came in the shower this morning.

Yeah, I came without even touching myself.

Just the hot water beating on my body.

Can you beat that, Clint?

- I dig masturbation.

I mean, besides five fingers,

I've discovered some really groovy ways, like,

like underneath my left breast,

it rolls over my rib when I thump it

and then I...

I just rub it really, really

gently... Like this.

Here, feel.

- Yeah.

- And she's just getting started, man.

Can, can you handle it, Mr. Ramsey?

- I, I appreciate the hospitality, the ride, I mean,

but, Miss, uh--

- Cherry,

SuperCherry.

- Miss SuperCherry,

could you move over a little bit?

- Hey, pilgrim, rejecting my baby like that, huh?

- Oh, he doesn't mean it like that.

Probably he'd like me to get, get even closer.

You know, I can get it on like this, too,

and it seems to do something for the dude.

- Okay, all right. Hold it right there.

Will you pull over? I gotta cut out.

Okay?

Uh, thanks for the ride, okay?

- You gonna let that stove act so dumb.

- You know me better than that, babe.

Hey,

Clint brother.

That's no way to talk to SuperCherry.

- No offense intended.

- You're not showing the proper respect for a lady.

- Now, I'll let that pass.

Just get in your car and leave me alone.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll leave you alone.

I'll kill you.

- [SuperCherry] I'll kill you.

Cal.

And half of it's mine.

- Uh-huh.

- Cal!

- I got bit.

Jesus!

- Cal!

- Snake and pain.

Oh, damn it.

Suck it out.

Suck it! Suck it!

- Oh, you don't even give good head.

Damn you.

You (indistinct) bitch.

Get me to a doctor. Hurry.

- [SuperCherry] Get in, hurry.

I can't get you in.

- [Cal] I ought to let that snake bite you right on the ass.

- You all right, boy?

- Yeah. Great, just great.

Yeah, I guess I'm okay.

Son of a bitch.

- Come on.

Rides are damn scarce along this county road.

You must have run into a real rough customer,

judging from the working over you got.

- There were two of them.

- My farm's about 90 miles ahead.

Just at the edge of the desert.

Nothing to speak of in between.

I've been to Brawley picking up supplies.

Where are you headed?

- West.

- Why don't you lean back and relax?

The rest will do you good.

My wife's Austrian, one of them mail order brides.

Let's go inside and meet Soul.

I give her that name myself.

Her Austrian name was too hard to pronounce,

and besides, fits her to a T.

Sit down, boy.

Make yourself at home.

I guess Soul's doing her chores.

Yeah, I see her coming now.

Yes, sir.

Nothing like a woman around the house to keep a body happy.

Soul,

this here is a young man

that misfortune befell, name of Clint Ramsey.

Two vicious highwaymen waylaid him.

Robbed him and left him to perish in the cruel desert.

- Soul, you must speak English in front of our young guest.

Now, see to his wounds, wife.

- Ja. Ja.

- You and your husband have a very nice farm here.

- Yeah, it is nice here,

but sometimes very einsam... lonely.

- Your husband's a very kind man.

I don't know what I would've done if he hadn't come along.

- You are very handsome.

And you have a young, stark body.

You make a woman very tickly.

- Well, wife, haven't you got our young man patched up yet?

Quite a woman, eh, Mr. Ramsey?

And wait 'til you taste her cooking.

Boy, them European women really know how

to take care of a man.

- What are you doing here?

- Guten abend.

- Yeah.

What are you doing in here?

Your husband.

- I like you like my husband. He needs his rest.

- Get the fuck out of here.

Get the hell out of here.

- Oh, Lute, I can't take it. You've been so damn nice to me.

- That was our deal.

You take it, and let's be done with it.

- Well, I'll be leaving soon.

- Well, I'll see you before you go.

Oh, before you get cleaned up,

would you go in the barn

and pitch some hay down out of the loft?

- Sure.

- I gotta dig some post holes.

- Oh, good morning. Milking the cow, are you?

- Ja, ja.

- Lute told me to pitch some hay?

- Ja, ja.

- Oh, not this again.

Your husband's gonna come--

Your husband... Don't do that.

Let go.

Will you let go of my cock?

- Shh.

- He's gonna come up here.

I can't breathe.

You're smothering me.

Get the hell outta here.

Come on, your husband.

Your husband.

Soul, will you let--

Goddamn it, will you let--

- Get the fuck out of here, will you?

He's gonna come up.

I can't breathe. You're smothering me.

Your husband's gonna come up here.

- Ja, ja.

Ja, ja.

Ja!

- Shit.

- Would you, would you?

- [Lute] Clint?

Clint, could you give me a hand a minute?

- [Clint] Stop that, will you?

- Is this how I rate?

I haul your ungrateful ass to comfort and safety,

see to your wounds, feed you, provide a roof, a clean bed,

blessed you with money?

And you repay me by fucking my Austrian wife.

By God,

you'll not live to fuck another man's wife.

- I'd try to explain but... You'd never believe me.

Thanks for everything.

- Son of a bitch.

Make a cuckold out of me, will you?

I'll deal with you later.

- My jacket! My jacket!

- Run, you coward!

Desecrator of connubial bliss!

Pawn of treachery!

Now, you get your kraut ass over to the house

and rustle me up some supper.

- Jahowl, mein Herr!

- [Soul] Oh, my God!

- [Clint] Sure appreciate it.

[Driver] Don't mention it.

- Well, what can I do for you, young man?

- I'd like a single.

You were about to speak your needs, young man.

- Yes, sir, I need a single.

- All right, that'll be $10, in advance.

And checkout time is 10 o'clock.

- Okay, I'll take it.

- I don't know what these kids are up to these days.

My daughter Eula.

She can't talk nor hear.

She's been that way ever since she was born.

After her mother died-- Eula was only five at the time--

I had the job of raising her myself.

That's a big job nowadays.

Lots of temptation around.

She's just a child.

But I'll tell you something, son.

Anyone that would harm a hair on her pretty head,

just one hair,

would answer to this.

I didn't raise her just to have some young scallywag

come along and take advantage of her handicap.

- I don't blame you, sir.

Well, here's your $10.

Thanks.

No way.

Okay.

Well, it smells like it's flooded.

You gotta hold the throttle all the way to the floor.

Oh, no.

Hey, that looks like your old man.

That is your old man, sure as hell.

Well, come on.

Come on!

- There they are over yonder,

up on that mesa.

- That dirty son of a bitch.

- Come on.

Never mind it. Give me that, come on.

Hey, come on, will ya? Come on.

Come on, get in, get in.

- Come on, Sheriff.

You dirty little hippie swine,

messing around with my daughter,

my beautiful young daughter.

Come on, Sheriff, come on.

Let's get him. Let's get him.

Come on, come on. Get in.

- Oh, that son of a bitch!

All right, Sheriff. Get out and gimme a push, will you?

Let me see if we can get this thing out here.

- Stop! Stop! Stop in the name of the law!

Goddamn it, stop!

- All right, Sheriff, come on.

Get the lard out of your ass and push.

Get in.

Will you close the goddamn door?

Let's go!

- Hey! Hey, buddy, I need help.

I'll give you 10--

I'll give you 20 bucks if you take me to the next town.

Pull over!

I gotta get outta town.

That chick's father's after my ass.

- Sure, buddy. Hop in.

- Ah-ha, a fatal mistake.

He won't outrun me in that truck.

- [Clint] Okay, let's haul ass.

- What are you doing now?

Mesquite County's out of my jurisdiction.

- What do you mean?

That blackerd's a criminal, a rapist.

- Are you gonna turn this crate around

or will I have to?

Luther, I'm citing you

for violating Arizona motor vehicle code,

sections 708-5,

drag racing on a highway;

693-2, reckless driving...

- [Luther] Why, you fat son of a bitch!

- [Sheriff] And section 723-6,

directing abusive language at a peace officer.

- Keep it up.

Keep it up, goddamn it.

Keep it up.

- You sure you wouldn't like to come up to my fishing lodge

and spend a couple of days fishing?

My wife and I would love to have you.

- No, I gotta keep moving.

But I sure appreciate the ride.

- Forget it.

Good luck.

- I could sure use some.

Thanks.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Coffee's on me.

- Haven't got all day, lady.

- I'll be right back.

I'll only be a minute.

- [Voice On Radio] This is Jerome.

Fred J. Hawker, over out and clear.

Time for a real DX skip this time.

Come in, you all out there in Radioland.

This is Candy Cane, back to Roller Ball.

You're booming in here, 5-10.

My 10-10 is over here in Teton County.

Coming back to you using a home brew antenna.

Standing by for a little rag chew.

- [Bruce] Candy Cane, this is Bruce, back to you.

Not only great (indistinct),

but still good for little rag chew.

I'm using a reworked collar craft to rig

with an overdrive on the final.

- Well, I see there are no broken bones.

I'm sorry about that.

- If I ever recruit a woman's football team,

I know where to start.

- Thanks a lot.

Did you want anything?

- Cheeseburger with everything?

Oh, damn it.

- Let me help you.

- Fine.

- I used to be in the business... Business...

- I can get it.

- Hello. - Wanna take some gas.

- [Attendant] Would you like ethyl or regular?

- You give good head? - Oh!

- You're about a quart low, Stanley.

You forgot your raincoat.

Hey, wait a minute.

You did me a favor.

You don't owe me for lunch.

Not from around here, are you?

And neither am I.

My old man bought it in 'Nam.

He left me the business.

I've been running it a couple years.

I had an old guy pumping gas for me.

He had a booze problem.

He split a couple weeks ago.

I hadn't been able to find anybody to help me.

So, what's with you?

You just passing through?

- Yeah, passing through.

- Oh, my name's SuperVixen, like the sign says.

My friends call me Vix. What's yours?

- Clint, Vix.

- Well, Clint, I need help.

If you could only work for a week,

I'd pay you a hundred and a half

and meals and a roof over your head.

There's a little cabin out back.

You could be comfortable there.

Clint?

Clint, where are you?

- KFA 166. How about it, Clint?

Hey you in the Vixen Mobile, your base is looking for you.

- Yeah, unit one to base, over.

- It's getting heavy, honey.

Can you come to your home 20?

- Yeah, Jim Ryan's out of trouble.

Catch you later.

Unit one clear.

- Hello, ethyl or regular? - Regular.

- Let me handle it.

- Hello. Good to see you.

Oh, I forgot the hamburger.

- [Clint] Check under the hood?

- All right.

- Water's okay, and the oil's right there.

I'd recommend 10-40.

- All right.

- [Harry] Hey, hoss, ain't I seen you someplace before?

- No, I don't think so.

- You ever do a hitch in the service?

Nah, not me.

I went back to school instead.

- Know this guy in 'Nam looked just like you.

How about Kansas City, ever hit that town?

- Nah, not me.

- Well, it must have been somebody else.

- Oh, fishermen, are ya?

You looking for some action?

- Yeah, maybe.

Hey, where's the growler?

- The what?

- The shithouse.

- Oh, it's around back.

Don't mind if I join you, do you?

- No, not if you ain't no goddamn queer.

- Oh no, that's where I live.

It's over there.

- Oh.

Say, fishing's pretty good around here, huh?

- [Clint] If you got time you ought to try your luck.

- [Harry] Why don't you take off

and show me a couple of holes?

- [Clint] Well, I'd like to, but I gotta work.

- [Harry] Come on, we'll get a six pack and have a ball.

Just you two run the place?

- [Clint] Yeah.

- She ain't got you by the balls, has she?

- Just a minute.

- [Radio Voice] Breaker, break.

This is Boll Weevil saying hello

to all you lovely people working the $585.

I'm ready to chew the rag with anyone but Bruce.

- And what can I do for you, handsome?

- I'd like to take the day off tomorrow, boss.

I just got a good offer...

To go fishing.

- Well, what about the generators in Blythe?

- I could pick 'em up day after tomorrow.

- I was just teasing. Of course you can, hot stuff.

- I'll make it up to you, beautiful.

- Well, I'll be waiting for that.

- Hey, hold that a second before you hang up.

- Oh, wait a second.

- I can take you and your ol' lady to dinner tonight

to show you my appreciation.

- Hey, I just got an invite for dinner.

You want to go tonight?

- We can't go to dinner, honey.

The cafe's not gonna run by itself.

But drinks and dancing later sound great.

Oh, there go the profits, I gotta go.

- Can't make dinner,

but how about a couple of drinks at the Sultan's Den?

- [Harry] Fine. Any good motels around?

- There's a nice place about eight miles south of here.

- All right.

- I'm Clint, Clint Ramsey.

- Harry, Harry Sledge.

- See you later.

- All right.

- [Vix] Come on, let's dance.

- Hi, operator. Could you give me the number

to SuperVixen's Oasis, please, ma'am?

- Would you repeat it, please?

- [Operator] 255-

7689.

- Thank you very much. Bye now.

- Oh, Harry looks kind of lonely.

Why don't you ask him to dance?

- I get weird vibes from him.

He's creepy.

[Clint] Man-hater.

- I don't hate you.

- Y'all want another drink?

- Yeah, whiskey sour for Vix,

and I'll stay with the same.

- Okay.

You know, I don't usually drink,

but I'm having such a good time tonight

I think I'm gonna have myself another one for the road.

Lemme have a double bourbon.

- Mr. Sledge, would you like to dance with me?

- I ain't had an offer like that since the senior prom.

You know something? Still can't dance.

Occasional cigar's about my only vice.

- I like an occasional cigar, too,

but I take it outta my mouth once in a while.

That's pretty good, huh, Harry?

- Well, Clint boy, here's to a lucky day tomorrow.

- Lucky day tomorrow.

Hey, Vix, like ol' Harry said,

let's make it an early evening.

- Honey, don't bring up that creep's name

at a time like this.

Let's forget the preliminaries.

Hello.

You'd better get up, honey.

Catch some more fish.

- Rise and shine, Harry. Those big ones won't wait.

Hey, come on.

- Oh shit, man.

Hey, I ain't gonna be able to make it.

I'm sicker than a dog.

- Can I get you anything, an Alka-Seltzer?

- No, no.

I'm just gonna have stay in the rack all day

to get to feeling better.

You might as well go on to Blythe

and pick up your generators.

How about tomorrow? Can you get off?

- Well, I...

Yeah.

Harry, you take care now, okay?

- Take it easy.

Hey, wake up!

Hey, I had a rough night last night,

I ain't feeling too well.

I'll be staying another day so I appreciate you

telling that damn nigger maid not to bother me.

I'll be in the rack.

I'll see you later.

- Hello? - Hi, Vix. How you doing?

Morning.

- Yeah?

- It's ol' Harry here.

- Oh.

- Oh, what's wrong? Is something wrong?

- Listen, we got that old truck

stuck out there on the river road.

- Oh.

- Out there where it's parked.

Hey, listen, Clint wants you bring a four wheeler

out there and pull us out.

- [Vix] Where are you calling from?

- Yeah, I'm at the overpass out here on interstate 10.

- All right, I'll be right there.

- [Harry] Hi, Vix.

- [Vix] You guys should have taken

the four wheeler to the river, not the pickup.

Now, Clint knows better than that.

All right, Harry.

Now, what have you done with Clint?

- On his way to Blythe to pick up some generators.

- What do you mean on his way to Blythe?

- Turn the radio on. - I knew you were weird, Harry,

but I had no idea it was this bad.

Now, I want to know what you've done with Clint.

- You don't take orders very well, do you?

Breaker broke, how about it?

How about that Big Small Bill one time,

you got a copy on us?

Hey, how about it, Clint? You got a copy?

I got old Vixen right here.

- I wanna talk to Clint.

What the fuck's going on?

- Boy, you hear that?

- You creep.

- What is this, some kind of joke?

- I'm gonna tell you something, I'll tell you once.

You better listen good.

Or else somebody else will.

Hey.

You're on your own private channel, ain't you?

I'm on Highway 95, that old fishin' road,

about eight miles south of Cholla Junction.

The sign spells it out loud and clear.

- Hey, I didn't copy that.

- Come on.

You bring a fucking gun or anybody with you,

Vixen's gonna wind up like your Angel.

Remember her, Angel?

You left Angel.

- You're that cop, huh? - Give me the mic.

That burned her?

- Yeah. She had a loud mouth, too.

Just like this bitch.

She had a loud mouth, I had to stuff a radio in it.

- You bastard, you burned Angel.

Now you got Vix.

- And we're gonna be 10-7 out,

until you get your ass down here.

- Harry, don't you hurt her.

Harry! Damn you, don't you--

Harry.

Come in.

Harry.

Harry.

Harry.

Harry.

Come in.

Harry.

Come in, damn it.

Harry!

Harry, come in, damn it!

Son of a bitch!

Vix!

Vix, answer me!

Vix!

Answer me!

- Clint, please go back! Go back

and get some help. - Jesus.

- Please, get some get help.

Go get help.

- Vix.

No, no, no, Harry don't, please don't.

- Christ.

- Hey, Ramsey!

You take orders better than her.

How do you like her now?

You're in my war now, hoss.

You're lucky, hero.

You're lucky.

I got a whole shitpot full of tricks

coming up for you.

- Come on. - I can't.

I can't, I can't go any further.

- Come on.

Off my damn sack!

- I will.

No!

No!

♪ Where the water is so sweet ♪

♪ Running from the line ♪

♪ Where the green in the hollers can rest your weary mind ♪

♪ Where a man should grow old carvin' cedarwood ♪

♪ And at the Scottsville Express just struck him home ♪

- Harry?

What are you doing to me?

You let me loose!

Let me loose!

- You're like a pretty good rabbit, hoss.

Here's what I'm gonna do.

You make it back up that hill where Vixen is,

I'll give you your walking papers.

Okay?

Now, let me see what kind of timber you're made of, boy.

Goddamn it.

- You bastard.

What have you done to Clint?

- [Harry] I'm just putting something together

for your memory book.

Ain't no end to a professional man's bag of tricks.

- [Vix] I've got to get to this nut somehow

or Clint's finished.

What am I gonna do?

- You bet your money on the wrong hoss, baby.

- [Vix] So that's it.

The creep digs me.

I know.

I'll try flattery.

It's the only thing left.

- [Harry] He ain't gonna finish last,

'cause he ain't gonna finish it all.

You can't make a thoroughbred out of a jackass.

- Clint's a nice boy.

But you're a man.

- [Harry] You bet your sweet ass, I am.

- I bet you're really hung, Harry.

- Yep, why you messing around with that asshole?

- I've always been a muscle freak.

- Yeah, I got a great build.

- Well, tell me about it.

- Built like a brick shithouse.

Biceps, triceps, deltoids, lats and pectorals.

Yeah, I got it all together.

Don't forget the muscle of love!

- Work out every day, a man's gotta keep in shape.

- I know a better way.

- Hot damn, the boy run like a moonshiner toward the still.

Ain't gonna do him no good though.

- [Vix] Damn it! Even that didn't work.

- Goddamn, no more dynamite.

- [Vix] Oh, my poor Clint.

How long can he escape that deadly wrist bazooka?

- Except maybe this.

- [Vix] And whatever other weapons of war that sack contains.

- Freeze, scumbag.

That stopped him.

- [Vix] What's that?

A whip.

Well, I can take anything for my baby.

Anything to keep that creep occupied long enough

for Clint to jump him from behind.

- What you need is a long fuse and a big bang.

Warm milk catches the old barn cat.

Wild grapes will catch you a possum,

and this will bring him running.

- Oh, God!

No, Harry! No, not that, please.

- All you gotta remember is keep your head down

so you won't get it blowed off.

No!

- It's been fun.

Clint!

- This will be the biggest and last bang you'll ever have.

- Oh, God, no!

Harry, help, don't leave me.

Harry, come back here!

- Vix!

Vix.

- Oh, Clint, stop.

- Bet that smarted.

- [Clint] Harry!

Harry, damn it, put out the fuse!

- Hoss, you're definitely in the need

of some pre-marital counseling.

Why buy a cow when you get free milk?

- You son of a bitch.

- All this horseshit won't mean

a goddamn thing to her six months from now.

- [Clint] Shit.

I'll get it. Gotta get it.

- Now, listen, don't be so anxious.

She'll squeeze you like a lemon.

Use you up like a box of Kleenex.

You got your head between your legs.

Keep coming, you and Vix gonna wind up in a dead heat.

- Harry, stop it, you bastard.

Clint, stay down.

He wants to kill you. Just stay down.

Honey, please.

Bastard!

Oh, stay down, Clint.

Clint, are you all right?

Oh, he's coming!

- You sorry, pussy-whipped son of a bitch.

Look at you!

- [Vix] You no-good shit!

- Relax!

- Haven't you done enough already?

- Harry!

- Get out of here.

- Shut up!

- Oh, Clint.

- Nobody, nobody fucks up my race!

From now on, I'm gonna personally ride

this son of a bitch home myself!

This is who you're damn hot for?

Have at it!

- [Vix] Leave us alone, Harry.

- I'll even open the dress for you.

- Oh, God.

Please don't.

Don't!

Just leave us alone, Harry.

Wake up!

Wake up, please!

Please wake up!

Please wake up. Please, Clint.

- God damn.

Polack dynamite.

Ain't never gonna use that stuff again.

- Harry, whatever you try fails.

However you hurt us, Harry, you won't succeed.

You are evil.

We're love, love, love, love, love!

Leapin' lizards!

That's all, folks.

I'm coming, coming.

♪ In the sweet by and by ♪

♪ We shall meet on that beautiful shore ♪

♪ In the sweet by and by ♪

♪ We shall meet on that beautiful shore ♪