All language subtitles for Bandit

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING)

(CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING)

(ROLLER COASTER CLACKING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: (INDISTINCTLY)
Don't touch me!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(BUZZING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BUZZING)

(TICKING)

(BUZZING)

Hello!

Hello?
(DOORBELL BUZZES)

Hello?

Okay, okay,
I'm coming, I'm coming.

(BUZZING CONTINUES)
Wow.

What a dream.
No more anchovies.

I've paid the gas and water. I've
made the payment on the boat.

It could be
the sheriff, though.

(EXCLAIMS)

Uncle Cyrus!

Hey, buddy-boy.
What's shaking?

No! No! Go away.
I don't want to see you.

Is that any way to talk
to your only living relative?

You're not
my only living relative.

Well, I know that
and you know that,

but your neighbors
are thinking right now

you're slamming the door in the
face of a very nice old man

who may well be
your only living relative.

I don't care.

Ah, the youth of today.

Very well. Fine.
Sorry I bothered.

Goodbye.
Good. Goodbye. Go on.

Oh,no.No,no. You're not going to trick me.
Not with the old,

"I've gone away, listen to my
retreating footsteps" trick. (LAUGHS)

Not this time.

Oh.

Good. Good.

(EXCLAIMS)

Hey, buddy-boy.
It's good to see you.

You can't imagine how hard
it was for me to find you.

You don't leave much of a
paper trail, you know.

Well, you know how it is.

(CHUCKLES) It's good to see you,
too, Uncle Cyrus, you know,

but I've got myself an important
appointment I don't want to be late for

and I really don't see myself
being home here anytime soon.

So, I guess this is goodbye.

And good luck to you.

Missing something?

My keys.

A little something I learned
during the Korean conflict.

You weren't in
the Korean conflict.

Ah, never said I was. I
picked it up in New Orleans,

during the time of
the Korean conflict.

Need a lift?

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARING)

BANDIT: Are you crazy?
Get on the road!

I suppose you're wondering
why I went to

all this trouble
to look you up.

Yeah. That's
the wrong direction.

That's what Angel said.

But I told her, "You don't
know my nephew, Bandit."

Uncle Cyrus, the car is headed
in the wrong direction.

I need to go north.

No problem.

You're destroying
my car!

Where's first gear
on this thing?

I got it, here we go.

Give me the keys, Uncle Cyrus.
I'm warning you.

(HORN HONKING)

CYRUS: Oh, yeah, about Angel.

BANDIT: If it's all the same to you,
I'd rather not talk about angels.

Uncle Cyrus, you're
going to kill somebody!

You'd think they'd use
the crosswalk.

CYRUS: Whoops!
Missed my turn.

Hey, this car handles
pretty good, kid.

Well, good, I'm so glad
it meets your approval.

Now, will you pull over?

"Bandit," I told her, "always
comes through in the crunches."

Listen, don't talk to me about
crunches right now, okay?

(LAUGHS) There's that
old Hadley sense of humor!

(HORN HONKING)

Uncle Cyrus,
I'm not a Hadley.

Just because my mother's sister
married into that looney toon factory

you have for a family,
doesn't make me a Hadley.

Never did. Never will.

Uncle Cyrus?
Uncle Cyrus?

Hmm?

Were you saying something?
That's my bad ear.

Uncle Cyrus!

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

ls it my imagination or don't
people know how to drive anymore?

What?

Look, I don't know why
you're here, Uncle Cyrus.

I don't know
what you want,

and you know what?
I don't want to know.

I need a favor.

I said, I didn't want
to know, didn't I?

I have to take
a short business trip.

Secret stuff.
Very hush-hush.

First you have to get me
some new shocks,

and you have to get
my front end re-aligned.

Boy, a day like today makes
you feel good to be alive.

You've got to
turn right.

Where?
There.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CYRUS: I knew that.

CYRUS: Hey, I've gotta
get me one of these things.

MAN ON PA: Clyde, we got a ca}! for
you on fine six. Cal! for you, Clyde.

Are you crazy? What is the matter with you?
Give me my keys!

Uncle Cyrus, I don't know
how you got to my house.

I don't know how you found
me, but however you did it,

take the same way
and get out of here.

And you know what?

I'll see you at the
next family reunion, okay?

We've never had
a family reunion.

Well, now, you're
starting to get my drift.

You know, you're right. You don't
have the Hadley sense of humor.

Get out of my car
and get out of my life!

You always were such
a dramatic young man.

I think you got that
from your father's side.

(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)

MAN ON PA: We need you
at the loading dock, Jack.

Jack to the loading
dock, please.

Go away!

Oh, hi there.
Good morning.

You must be Bandit.
Here to see Mr. Morrison?

I'm his secretary.

Well, please make this my lucky day
and tell me Mr. Morrison isn't in.

Mr. Morrison isn't in.

Really?
Really.

I don't suppose I could
interest you in a cup of coffee

while we wait for him
to come back?

I don't think so.

Well, how about lunch?

He's not coming back
until tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Family emergency.

Well, then, I guess that will
give us a chance to get together

and have
a little dinner, huh?

Would you like
to leave a message?

No. Well, yes, see.
I'm supposed to talk to him

about hauling a bunch of piece
goods down to Biloxi and I...

I will talk to him
tomorrow, I suppose.

O key-d o key.

O key-d o key.

Oh, boy.

Everything okay?

No. Everything's not okay.

Problem?

The job I was promised just
disappeared into thin air.

I struck out just now with a
very beautiful young lady,

and you are still standing
here in front of my car.

Gee, it's a shame
about the job.

Ha! Tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I don't even want
to hear about it.

Pays good money.

I don't care about the money.
Will you get out of my car?

$1,000 a week plus three
meals and a comfy bed.

Uncle Cyrus, you don't have
$1,000 a week to pay anybody.

But, you know if I did,
I'd pay it to you.

What do you say, kid?

Take over the carnival for two weeks
and I'll remember you in my will.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

No.

Is that a friend of yours?

Oh, that's great.

(SINGING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

You sound like
a dog in heat, Ed.

Did I ever tell you about the time
I sang in concert with them boys?

I believe so.
I'll take three.

And dealer takes one.

That's the way they told me to say
it when I was a pro in Vegas.

Never cared much about Vegas.
Monte Carlo man, myself.

Yeah? I got me a time share there.
Yeah.

Along with
Claudine Longet.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Calling car two!
Car two, respond!

If he don't get beat
in the next re-election,

I'm gonna seriously
consider a career change.

Kill the music.

CLANTON: (ON RADIO) Pitts, Daniels,
where are you? Respond. Over.

Copy that, Sheriff.
Bring it on.

I want a proper
response, Deputy.

Car number,
name and location.

This is car number two,
it's a Ford.

We like to
call her Annie.

CLANTON: Not the car's name,
you fool! Yours!

This is Deputy Ed Pitts and Joe
Daniels, just out of town on 17, sir.

Affirmative! Pursue and
intercept a black Stealth.

License number B-A-N-D-I-T!

That's "B" as in Baker.

That's "B" as in Bandit,
you fool.

"A" as in apple.

"N" as in ninny.

"D" as in
"Damn, there he goes!"

"I" as in
"I do declare!"

"T" as in
"Tell a big lie?"

No sign of him, Sheriff!

CLANTON: Well,
he has to be up there!

I'm only a quarter mile
from you!

A quarter mile! Damn!

We've gotta go after him.

Pitts! If you don't
get over and let me pass...

(HORN BLARING)

Bad place to pass a lousy
driver like you, Ed.

Yeah. Why, I do believe
you are right.

Look what you did,

you poor excuse for a two-legged,
upright primate with a brain!

Gee, Sheriff.
I'm awful sorry.

Well, I'm not nearly as...

Well, nobody's as good
a driver as you are.

Well, let's forget it
this time.

But I don't want any
clumsy, stupid slip-ups

like this when the Badges
people arrive.

Badges? The TV show?

They'll be here this week. And
I want Bandit off the streets

before they show up.

Nobody's going to spoil
my day in the sun.

Not even the Bandit.

Yes, sir.

Okay, I didn't want to
have to resort to this,

but if you can't do it for me, would you
consider doing it for your Aunt Angel?

Aunt Angel?

Yes.

(LAUGHS) Who is Aunt Angel?

Did I forget to tell you
about the wedding?

Wedding?
(LAUGHS) Unbelievable.

What is this, number six
for you, Uncle Cyrus?

Ah, what can I tell you?

I guess I'm just
the marrying kind.

And this trip is sort of connected
to that and... So what do you say?

Can you help me out on this?

BANDIT: Hmm,
how can I put this?

No.

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(sums)

Well, there's nothing I can
say to change your mind?

No, no, ljust don't know anything
about running a carnival.

I understand. Well, I'll
give Angel your regrets.

Okay, and listen.

Congratulations
on the marriage.

Hmm. Oh, yeah.
Yeah, she's a pip.

Smart, pretty. Plays a wicked
game of checkers. (CHUCKLES)

We met at an AAOP convention.

AAOP?

Association for the
Advancement of Old People.

Uh-huh.
It was love at first sight.

'Course, that could've been
the bifocals.

Now, now, I'm sure it was
that old Hadley charm.

See you.
You think so, huh?

Sure.

Well, I have a picture
of her someplace.

Well, it doesn't matter.

No. She looks quite a bit like your Aunt
Gladys, only she's got all her teeth.

Listen, I'll go and see if I can
find her, if you'll stick around.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Uncle Cyrus, I gotta go.

So, I've got some things
I've got to take care of.

Listen, about the carnival
and all that, I'm sorry.

Well, it was worth a shot, right?
No harm, no foul. Right, buddy-boy?

That's right. Bye-bye.

Nice seeing you.

Good to see you, too.

Bye, Uncle Cyrus.

Take care of yourself, kid!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

There you are, there's one.
Bon appetit.

Thanks, Bandit.
GIRL: Thanks.

Hello. Two more, son.

Take it up.
Thank you.

I don't see what sounds so bad
about helping that old guy out.

Oh, you don't see
what sounds so bad, huh?

BOY: Hey, thanks.
GIRL: Thanks.

Here you go. That's because
he's not your uncle.

Listen, every time my Uncle Cyrus talks
me into doing something for him,

I wind up either getting
nearly run over

or knifed or shot at.
And that's by his friends.

Sounds interesting.

Yeah, he's a liar,
a cheat and a con.

LYNN: So that's
where you get it.

Thanks, Bandit.

You know what I'm not
going to get, though?

How in the hell
did he find me?

(CLEARS THROAT)
What?

Nothing.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

There's a lot of things
I'm not telling you.

He called you!

Who?
My Uncle Cyrus called you.

You're the one who told
him where to find me.

Don't be ridiculous. Why would
an uncle of yours call me?

I really don't know!

But somehow he found you

and you told him where to find me.
Didn't you?

I didn't give him
your home address.

(EXCLAIMS) But you talked
to him, I knew it!

Well, I told him you were
doing a job for Trademart.

They must have given
him your home address.

Lynn, I don't believe you.

He told me you were
his only living relative.

But you know
that's not true.

Yeah. Well, he seemed nice.

So... Hey, if he can get married at
his age, there's still hope for you.

No,no,no, don't try to change
the subject on me, there.

Now, I wonder what
this Angel looks like.

Something like my Aunt
Gladys, but she's got teeth.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

BANDIT: Wow, who's this?

LYNN: You didn't invite her?

No, did you?
No, I would've...

I'm looking for Bandit.

(LAUGHS) That's me.
What can I do for you?

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
Your Uncle Cyrus, he...

Uncle Cyrus,
what did I tell you?

Always getting
himself in trouble.

What did he do now,
what's he, in jail?

He died of a massive
heart attack this morning.

What?

He was writing this
at the time of his death.

I thought you'd want to know.

Thank you, I...

(STAMMERING) I can't believe it.
I mean...

Did you work
for Uncle Cyrus?

I'm sorry. I should
have introduced myself.

My name is Angel.

(SIGHS) I really
liked the old guy.

I'm going to miss him.

Nobody could do it like
Cyrus Hadley could do it.

You don't think, you know, he
died on his honeymoon, do you?

Boy, I don't even
want to think about it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know, I'll have to admit,
you're not exactly what I pictured

when Uncle Cyrus, you know,
told me about you.

Cyrus told you about me?

Well, sure.

Why would he do that?

Why?
Yeah. Why?

Because I'm his nephew
and you're family now.

I guess Cyrus thought of
us all as his family.

There's going to be a reading of
the will tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.

Apparently he wanted
you to be there.

Me? Why me?

Maybe he left you something.

Oh, no, no.
He wouldn't have done that.

We weren't real close.

Besides, wouldn't he leave
everything to you?

Why would he leave
everything to me?

Well, I mean, you're his wife.
Yeah.

His wife? (LAUGHS) He
told you I was his wife?

You're not his wife?

Cyrus Hadley, you old dog.
(LAUGHING)

ANGEL: I wonder
what he was up to.

So,you“. You weren't with
him, I mean, when he died?

Me and Cyrus?

That's a good one.

Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

I'll see you
in the morning.

LYNN: Wow.

Okay. Bye.

Oh, boy.

LYNN: "Bandit, Angel." What do
you think he meant by that?

I don't know. But I think
I'm gonna find out.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Martin.

Hello, Miss Angel.

Still working on
the merry-go-round?

Yeah, I'd like to have this
thing running by tomorrow.

We're losing revenue.

Yeah.

CLANTON:
And here in Lee County,

we know how to keep our
children off the streets,

our families out of the...

And here in Lee County,

we know how to keep our
children off the streets,

our families together

and our churches
filled to overflowing.

That's the Lee County way,

that's the Clanton way,
that's the American way.

Pause for applause.

And now, my fellow...

Bandit!

(SIREN WAILING)

I got you this time.
You're not getting away.

Sorry, Sheriff.
No time to play today.

This is the Bandit.

I'm looking for the Chicken King.
Are you with me, partner?

MAN ON RADIO: I don't
know any Chicken King,

but my handle? Rooster if I
can be of any help to you.

Hope you can. I'd like to close
the door on a barnyard fox.

If his name's Cfanton, the
door's as good as closed.

All right,
thank you, Rooster.

ROOSTER: Ten-four, Bandit.

Got you.

(HORN BLARING)

CLANTON: Oh, not again!

Smooth move, Rooster,
thank you much.

ROOSTER: Roger that.

(sums)

This is Sheriff Clanton here.

Just run into
a little problem.

Request immediate
assistance, now.

(REVVING)

MAN ON PA: Tex, we need
you at the Ferris wheel.

We got no hydraulic pressure.

Hi there.

If you're looking for
something exotic, Hi.

You've come to
the right place.

Actually, I'm here for the
reading of my uncle's will.

Oh, you must be Bandit.

I should've recognized you.
You have that Hadley charm.

Yeah.
They're over by the carousel.

Okay, thanks.

And if you change your mind about
exotic, I'll be right here.

(CHUCKLES) I won't forget.

Bye.
Bye.

LEONARD: Angel.

Leonard, what are you
doing here?

Oh, an old friend, a partner for
many years dies, I pay my respects.

You pay your respects
at the funeral,

not at the reading
of the will.

Nice to see you again, too.

(MOUTHING)

It was your late employer's wish
that his will be read here,

at the base of
his beloved carousel.

Cyrus. What a wonderful,
weird, wacky kind of a guy.

We're gonna miss you.

Okay. Okay.
Here we go.

"L, Cyrus Hadley,
being of sound mind..."

(LAUGHS) Sound mind!

That's a good one.
What a kidder!

Funny to the end.

Why don't I just
cut to the chase?

Blah, blah, blah,
blah and so forth...

Oh, right here.
"And to my nephew, Bandit,

"who I always promised
to remember in my will,

'"Hello, Bandit.“

Hello, Bandit?

"Hello, Bandit."

(LAUGHING)
This guy cracks me up.

Okay, let's see.

"The carnival
I leave to Angel Austin..."

And that's about it.

What?

The carnival goes to Angel and...
Yeah. That's about it.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Mr. Sturley, that's a very
generous gift Cyrus left me,

but it's not right.

It's right here
in black and white.

No, I mean,
it's not right, ethically.

Are you sure you're
not leaving anything out?

Nope. But he must have left
something to his nephew.

No, no, look, hey, I was hoping he
wasn't going to leave me anything.

I mean, I don't know anything
about running a carnival.

Still, you're family.

No, no, look.

The carnival is and always has
been my Uncle Cyrus' family.

And I can see that he's leaving
it in very good hands.

Nice to meet you.

Good luck.

MAN ON PA: Hank, you got a
package up here at the office.

Hank, you got a package
right here at the office.

Hi.
Hi.

Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

What are you doing here?

I work here. I'm sorry
about the other day.

Cyrus asked me to do it.

Wait a minute. You're not
Mr. Morrison's secretary?

You don't work
for Trademart Textiles?

I'm sorry
if I lost you a job.

It's just that
Cyrus said he needed you.

No hard feelings?

Why would you do that?

Hey, we'd do anything for Cyrus.
He's like an uncle to us.

Yeah. He's like
an uncle to me, too.

Well, nice
seeing you again.

Yup, nice seeing you, too.

MAN ON PA: David,
your ride up and ready?

The inspector's
coming in the morning.

Hank, I'm not gonna leave this
thing up here unattended.

Looks like it's from your mama.
Might be cookies.

Better get up here at the office.
(CRASHING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

MAN: Hey, we've got
a fight over here!

Come on!
We need some help.

(CRASHING)

WOMAN: I don't know who he is.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(GROANING)

Should I hurt them?

Nah. Too small.
Throw them back.

(GRUNTS)

Let me in, Albert.
I've got some more trash.

This is what's going
to happen to your carnival

if you don't come up
with the 50 grand.

Excuse me?

I wasn't
talking to you.

You are now.

Cyrus Hadley borrowed $50,000
last week from my boss.

He don't get out
of paying by dying.

You have a signed
loan agreement?

Yeah. I got my loan
agreement right here.

You want to see
it a little closer?

Your fight isn't with her.
It's with me.

I heard
she's the new owner.

I just bought the carnival.

Well, you just bought
yourself a $50,000 headache.

You think so? Why don't you
take yourself and your boys

and get on out of here before I forget
to tell Albert not to kill you.

You got two days to
come up with the money.

Otherwise, we'll be
back with the enforcer.

Sounds exciting.

(SOBBING)

Okay. No, no, no, no, no, not here.
Never let them see you sweat.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

BANDIT: It's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

ANGEL: I sure hope you
know what you're doing.

(RADIO RINGING)

You've got the Bandit live.

LYNN ON RADIO:
Bandit! It's Poorboy here.

I'm headed on down to Daytona.
Want to come along?

Nope. I can't do it today.
Guess what, buddy?

I just bought myself
a carnival.

Carnival? You wanna
run that by me again?

Hey, they needed
a little help.

It's the least I could do for my
Uncle Cyrus. Catch you later.

Whoa!

(HORNS BLARING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Sheriff Buddy Clanton.

Yes, sir.
ls there some problem?

What? Impound it?

I can't do that.

I'm on my way.

You can't be serious. I can't
just impound the carnival.

They haven't done anything.

LEONARD: Well,
make something up.

This is kind of a bad time to get
into anything slightly illegal.

I'm up for re-election.

I have the Badges people
here doing a show about me.

Any clandestine
activity might look bad.

I don't give a tinker's damn about any
television show or any re-election.

I want that carnival.

Now, you take care of it or I will
personally explain to the Badges people

that Sheriff Buddy Clanton
has been on the take

from every pimp and
bootlegger in Lee County.

Do I make myself clear?

(BEEPING)

You sure you don't
want to report this?

Nope, I'm just gonna treat this
one like an accident, partner.

And you're gonna stay in
the carnival business, huh?

Couldn't keep me away.

Hmm. Well, it's your funeral.

You know something?

There's two things in this world
you can't back away from.

A bully and a challenge.

It seems we've got ourselves
a little bit of both here.

I'll catch you later.
All right.

(sums)

DUKE: There's his car.
Don't lose him.

My cousin Walter
called me yesterday.

He wants me to come up
and meet with the President.

Discuss my foreign policy
ideas with him.

Well, when you
reckon on going?

Oh, probably first of
next week, most likely.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

I was going to invite you to
come out to Los Angeles with me.

Man, I got a big-time screen
test at Universal Studios.

(HORN HONKING)

What the hell is he doing?

JOE: Well, hey, Bandit!

What's new?

Ed's going to Washington next week.
I'm headed for Hollywood.

(LAUGHS) ls that right?
No lie, huh?

Yeah. So, how's
things mflfl1you,son?

Good, l just
bought me a carnival.

Oh, come on, Bandit. You're gonna have
to do a little bit better than that.

Listen, there's a carload of
reckless drivers behind me here.

I'm thinking maybe you might want
to keep a special eye on them.

You know what I'm saying?

Thanks for the tip.
Have a good day now.

All right.

You're letting him get away.

What do you
want me to do?

Pass the damn car!

It's Cops!

So what? Pass the damn car.
He's getting away.

(CHUCKLING)

(TRUCK HORN HONKING) DUKE:
Look out for that truck!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Damn, Joe. Looks like we've
got us some offenders.

Hold on.

(SIREN WAILING)

(MEN COUGHING)

DUKE: You guys okay?

Hey, good-looking.

(CHUCKLING)
How are you?

I hear you're our new boss.

You heard right.

Well, I just want you to know
that we don't have any rules

against fraternizing
with the help on this show.

I'll keep that in mind.

Okay.

What the hell does he know
about running a carnival?

Look, it's my decision
and that's final.

Martin, you have any idea who's
been tinkering with my car?

What are you
talking about?

(SIGHS) We're having
a private conversation.

Which just ended.

I don't give a damn
whose nephew you were.

This carnival goes down
the tubes, I'm out of a job.

Now, I'm not about to sit around and
watch some amateur come in and ruin it.

Oh, gosh, Martin. Are you
that unhappy working for me?

You're damn right.

Well, that's terrible,

but I'm glad you felt you
could share that with us.

I mean, the last thing we want to
have is disgruntled employees.

That would be
terrible for the morale.

I feel we should make
a change immediately.

You're giving the carnival
back to Angel?

No. I'm firing you.

You come and get your back
wages in the morning.

Get the hell
out of here, Martin.

(GASPS)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

All right.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Come on. I could cite you
both for public disturbance.

Of course,
it's private property

and I don't really give a damn
if you beat each other up.

But I do have business
I need to discuss.

This ain't over
between us, Bandit.

Anytime, son.

Pack a lunch.

I need to see you alone.

Listen, if it's about the carnival,
I think you need to see me.

I just bought the operation
from Miss Austin.

You? (LAUGHS)

Well, that turns this into
pleasure as well as business.

I'm closing you down.

If I'd caught you earlier,
I'd have you in jail right now

on about six
different charges.

Oh, yeah?

Well, it's good thing you
didn't catch me then, isn't it?

Oh, maybe I have.

Seems your Uncle Cyrus is overdue
on the county entertainment tax.

To the tune of $10,000.

ALL: What?

There's no such thing as
entertainment tax in Lee County.

There is now.

You can't just come in here
and throw a new bill at us

and expect
for us to pay it.

Oh, I can and I will.

In fact, I just did.

You have the $10,000 in my office
by tomorrow morning, cash,

or I'll impound all your equipment
pending public auction.

Meantime, my nephew
Jasper, here...

Jasper!

Hey, Uncle Buddy.
Look what I've got.

Jasper will be here
with you all night

just to make sure you
don't try to leave town.

You see anything you think looks the
least bit suspicious, you call me. Hear?

I got it covered.

Okay, folks,
everything's okay here.

You guys just go back and
man your posts and things.

Sorry about that,
thanks for your help.

(EXHALES)

I guess that's it, then.

Oh, that's it, huh?

Maybe we can make enough at
the auction to pay the taxes

and give everyone
a small severance.

Oh, boy, you sure give
up quick, don't you?

You have a better idea?

No, but I'm working on it.

I'm thinking our friend Jasper
just might fall in love tonight.

With a little help
from his friends.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

gather around, that's
right, don't be shy.

Tonight, only $2 allows you
to see extraordinary sights,

sights such as the Amazing
Wilkinson, the Human Sheath.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

Bet that smarts
when he coughs.

BANDIT: He's a professional, Jasper.
I wouldn't try that at home.

No way.

That's right, ladies and
gentlemen, a mere $2

allows you to see sights
you will never forget.

Sights such as
the Amazing Fiona!

The Human Rag Doll.

You know, Jasper,

l hear there's a few positions
she only does in private,

if you know what I mean.

(WHISPERS) Not really.

Well, ask her.

I seem to have lost my ticket.
(GASPS)

(LAUGHS)

But I was wondering if I can
still get a ride anyway?

It's funny. Martin said it wasn't
working, but it seems to be just fine.

What do you say
we give it a try?

(CAROUSEL MUSIC PLAYING)

Yup.

(sums)

You...

Do you notice
how many people

want to see this
carnival shut down?

Or taken over.

Does that seem
strange to you at all?

Everything seems
strange to me lately.

And what about this thing
with old Uncle Cyrus

writing both of our names down on a
piece of paper just before he died?

Thought maybe he just
wanted us to meet.

Well, I'll tell you, I don't know
if that's the reason or not,

but I'm sure glad
we did.

(CHUCKLES)

MAN 1: How'd you do tonight, Hank?
MAN 2: I did real well.

Yeah, me too.
How'd your show go?

It was good. Good.

I'll see you back over at the commissary.
All right.

MAN 3: When you've finished
sweeping up over there,

you want to give me
a hand moving stuff inside?

JASPER: Miss Fiona, ma'am.
I'm here for our appointment.

Miss Contortionist, ma'am.

FIONA: Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

(CHUCKLES EXCITEDLY)

I think that
deserves a drink.

(PANTING)

Oh, thank you.

Cheers!

Man!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Good evening, Miss Angel.
(BOTH GASP)

Having a good time?

I thought you said
this wasn't working.

Oh, guess I was wrong.

Maybe you know a little more about running
carnivals than I thought you did.

Have a nice night.

Angel, look, it's okay.

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

It's the carousel truck!

It was Martin. I saw him there
just a few minutes ago.

He's staying
at the Palomino.

We should just call the police
and have them pick him up.

Listen, guys like Martin
need to see

that we're not going to back
down from him, and we're not.

At least let me go with you.

I'll be back for breakfast.

Take care of yourself.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(LAUGHS WILDLY) Whoo-hoo!

Hey, there's equipment
down there, you fool.

Damn it!

MAN: Hey, look out!

(PHONE RINGING)

WILSON: Governor's mansion.
One moment, please.

Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, sir.

Thank you, Wilson.

BANDIT: Hey, Poorboy.

Bandit! You have any
idea what time it is?

I sure do, partner. It's
the best time of the day.

Listen, I got a job for you.

You think just
any time you call,

I'm just going
to jump up and run?

I sure do. Listen, you got
to meet me at the carnival.

Pronto, buddy.

L just got a small matter
here to take care of

and I'll meet you there.
Just get here, Lynn.

Carnival, huh?

Hustle! Step it up.
Let's go!

This ain't no picnic.

What the hell?
(GASPS)

Oh. (CLEARS THROAT)

Um.

Sheriff Clanton?

Um, I'm Liz Russell. Um...

Badges associate producer.

Ready when you are.

Yeah, I'll be right out.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Here he comes.

That's good, that's good.
Don't look at the camera.

What's that?

(sums)

Sheriff, can you go back
in and we'll try it again?

What's that?

LIZ: Yeah, go back in the
house and we'll try it again.

Go back in the house
and come out of the house.

Just come out of the house and go
to your car and don't look at us.

Come out of the house
and go to the car and...

Right.

Now?
Now.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Day late and a dollar short.
Sorry, the carnival's closed.

Just looking for a friend of mine.
Bandit? Bandfi?

Really?

Come on.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come on in.

Hi. Someone here
to see you, Bandit.

Hey.

Thank you.

How you doing, partner?
Excellent.

What's going on? I think the other
day I neglected to introduce you

to Harold Lyner Denton Ill,
better known as Lynn,

who is the other best driver
this side of the Mississippi.

Denton? Any relation to...

The Governor?
Only by blood.

So, what've we got?

BANDIT: Well, I...
I need you to help

Miss Austin get her carnival trucks
from here to the county line.

Because there's some very unpleasant
people with guns trying to stop her.

LYNN: Guns?
BANDIT: Yeah, but don't worry,

they're not going to
find you on these roads.

And meanwhile, I'm going to be out
trying to distract the Sheriff.

Sheriff?
Yeah.

Ain't life a gas? We don't have
much time to lose, let's do it.

But what are we going to do
when we get to the county line?

We still have a
loan shark to deal with.

Now, don't you think we can deal
with some little old loan shark?

I mean, what would old
Uncle Cyrus have done?

I don't know.

I mean, he always had a way of making
everything just turn out all right.

Well, that is exactly
what we are gonna do.

ANGEL: I'd bet hard currency you're
gonna pull it off. (CHUCKLES)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(PANTING)

(PEOPLE CONTINUE CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING CONTINUES)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SNAPS FINGERS)

I demand to
talk to the press.

Get a grip.
We're not the press.

We' re Badges.

My lawyer wired bail last night.
It should be here by now.

This is my scrapbook,

if you need any press clippings,
anything of that nature.

Ah, great.

Just sit still
till I get this mic on.

Sure thing.
JASPER ON RADIO: Uncle Buddy.

I demand to make
another phone call!

We can recreate some of my more
famous cases. Uncle Buddy.

Well, we're pretty sure
of what we want to get.

Thanks anyway.

(SHOUTING) Uncle Buddy!

Don't even worry about covering up.
We gotta go.

Okay, everyone knows where
they're going and everything?

Mayday, Mayday. Jasper
got to the walkie-talkie.

Let's roll.

Mind if l ride along?

My pleasure.

All right, I'm gonna
take care of the Sheriff.

And you get yourself
to the county line, okay?

Bye.

MAN 1 ON RADIO: Boys,
we got ourselves a convoy.

Everybody to Rocking Chair,
keep it nice and tight.

MAN 2: Roger that.

We'll all monitor 19 and keep
an eye out for County Mounty.

When you see him,
pass it along.

MAN 3: This is Mad Dog. I've got
the back door and I'm moving.

And here in Lee County,

we know how to keep our
children off the streets,

our families together

and our churches filled to overflowing.
That's the Lee County way.

That's the Clanton way,
that's the American way.

(SIREN WAILING)

MAN 1 ON RADIO: This is the back door.
County Mounty coming past you.

MAN 2: Ten-four. He's passing me now.
Get ready, Rocking Chair.

MAN 3: Okay, Rocking Chair.

On my cue.

Now!
(HONKING)

Holy moley. Hold on!
Still rolling.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(HORN HONKING)

Oh, yeah, a minor delay,
but the footage is great.

That's enough! I've got
important police business.

Bob? Sheriff Clanton?

Hey, listen,
are you okay? Bob?

Hurry up!
(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, jeez!

Uncle Buddy!
Uncle Buddy!

Hey, Uncle Buddy!

It's a good thing you left
me this walkie-talkie, huh?

"Uncle"? Just get in
the damn car, Jasper.

Hey! Am I on TV?

(GRUNTS)

You got any twos?

Go fish.

Damn.

Triple dog damn.

Uncle Buddy, you'll never
believe what that...

Shut up, Jasper!

Car two! Car two, respond.

This is car two. Deputies Pitts and
Daniels, headed south on 17. Over.

Any sign of the black Stealth
license plate, "Bandit"?

Ain't seen hide
nor hair of him.

But you give us your location and
we'll throw a net around that sucker.

Deputy, please use
proper police talk.

Whose turn is it?
We're professionals here.

Beautiful.
New game, you deal.

I'm on US Highway 51,
one mile north of 17.

Five miles.

Five miles
north of 17.

Poorboy, you still out there on
the public highways and byways?

That's a negative.

We're definitely off
the beaten path, Bandit.

Okay, partner. Eyes on the
road and hands upon the wheel.

You stay in touch, okay?

I'm gonna slap that two-bit
sheriff and his hayseed deputies

with a lawsuit
that will make...

What the hell?

Where's the carnival?

What happened to
the carnival, huh?

What happened to
the damn carnival?

You better call the boss.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

I don't want to
hear this, Duke.

Look, I'm telling you
what's here, boss. Nothing.

No booths, no trucks,
no fat lady, nothing.

Look, you want us
to go look for them?

I mean, how far
away could they be?

They're driving trucks,
for Pete's sake.

For crying out loud.

All right, you just
stay there till I call you.

Damn, damn, damn!

He says stay
until he calls.

...and then, I don't
know what hit me.

I guess that
contortionist lady

must have put something in that
Hawaiian punch she gave me...

CLANTON: I don't think
we should talk

about the details of an
ongoing investigation, Jasper

(TIRES SCREECHING)
There he is!

(SIREN WAILING)

Wow, did you get it?
BOB: Yep, yep, I got it!

Close up, it's
great, it's great!

This is Sheriff Clanton. I order you to
pull over and surrender your vehicle.

(THUD)

LIZ: Stop!
CLANTON: I can't!

The accelerator's stuck.

LIZ: Oh, stop, please!

CLANTON: Ah, damn!

Poorboy, you got your ears on?

LYNN: Still moving.

How's our friend?

Well, I just gave him a little
bit of a driving lesson,

but he's not going to be down for long.
How are you all doing?

We're making the
slowest getaway in history.

I think
the worst of it's over.

According to the map, we just
got to cross over this fake

and it's about 10 miles
to good road.

Okay, that's a copy
on the slow getaway.

Listen, I'm on my way
to meet you. Easy does it.

We'll be there. God willing
and the creek don't rise.

Uh-oh.

LYNN: Oh, don't let
a little sign bother you.

BELLE: It's not the little sign I'm
worried about. It's the little ferry.

We might have a problem.

BELLE: There's no way we're getting
these trucks on that ferry.

LYNN: Are you kidding?

We've been in much
worse trouble than this.

You just gotta have faith.

Back off!

I got a weight limit.

You can't put that truck on the ferry.
You'll sink it.

Hope you got your swimsuit
under there.

It's a nice day for a dip.

(CHUCKLES)
At least the water's warm.

Well, she didn't sink.
Let's go!

It didn't sink because
it's braced on the bank.

Now you got one minute to back
off or I call the Sheriff.

I really don't think you
want the Sheriff out here.

Yeah? Give me one
good reason why not.

Well,

for one I don't think that your
safety measures are up to code.

You wouldn't want
the Sheriff out here

taking too close a look at
your operation now, would you?

Fine. We'll leave
the Sheriff out of it.

Now you get off of my ferry or I'll
let you do your talking to Killer.

LYNN: Killer? (CHUCKLES)

This is my problem, Lynn.
I'll handle it.

No, it's okay.

This is the only thing I have
that's worth anything at all.

This, and my word to these people
that I'd get them across the lake.

The ring is nearly a carat.

You get my trucks across
this lake and it's yours.

Well, from where I stand,

you got a lot more valuable
property than some ring.

My ring is
what's available. Deal?

I get the ring whether
you make it or not?

Either way.

Let's go!

You know how to swim,
don't you?

All right, untie me,
both sides!

Okay, come on over here.
And pull them ramps.

All right, grab the poles there, help
to push off. Get us off of here.

(MOTOR STARTING)

(RADIO RINGING)

Yeah!

Lynn, buddy,
how you doing?

Ah, swimmingly.

(LAUGHS) All right, well, you
say hello to old Jake for me.

And keep yourself afloat.

And remember,
if anything goes wrong,

you can always use your
seat cushion for flotation.

I'll see you
in about a half hour.

I hope we're still here.

(PEOPLE WHOOPING)

Get along, big rig!

Oh, yeah!

Well, I'll be damned.

I didn't think anybody could
get that truck across.

Well, what're
you waiting for?

We've got four more trucks
to get across this frog pond.

Yes, ma'am!

(SCREAMS EXCITEDLY)

One down, five to go.
Line them up, boys,

we're going
for a little ride.

Bring her on down!

Come on now. Come on.

What we have to do now is
coordinate the search effort.

We'll be leaving
this site soon

to go back to the office
and go over maps.

Damn it, Jasper, push!

lam pushing, Uncle Buddy.
It's really stuck.

Get in the damn car.

I gotta hand it to you.

You have got more guts and determination
than any two people I've met.

It's got nothing
to do with courage.

Yeah? What, then?

These people are just
counting on me, that's all.

Where did they find you?

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Whoa!

Well, what're we
waiting for? Let's go!

Yeah, come on, boys, let's get 'em.
Let's go now.

ANGEL: Thanks!

(GROUP CONTINUES CHATTERING)

(TRUCK DOORS CLOSING)

BUDDY: All units report!

OFFICER: This is car four. No sign
of the carnival on the Interstate.

Car two, ditto on 17.

Well, there must be
some mistake.

There's no other way for them
to get out of the county.

Why, you. Out!
Out, out, out, out!

Out! Leonard, this
is the Badges crew.

I don't care who they are. You have
30 seconds to get them out of here

or I'm personally gonna take that
camera and wrap it around your gizzard.

Coffee break.

We'll be doing
a B-roll outside.

You had no call
to do that, Leonard.

You stupid, starstruck goon. While
you messed around with this TV crap,

you let the whole damn
carnival slip out of town.

I've got it handled. I've got
units here and here and...

Yeah?

Snake Valley! They have to
be on Snake Valley Road.

There's no way they can make
it through there. No way.

Duke.
Yeah, boss?

They're on a stretch of
road called Snake Valley.

It runs between 51
and Interstate 5.

Now you come in on 5,
meet them head on

and do what's necessary
to get that equipment.

Do you want me to kill them?

(SHOUTING) I said
do what's necessary!

Hey, Sheriff, wait for us!

We'll finish the
damn interview later!

Let's go!

(SIREN WAILING)

LIZ: Stick with them, this could
be better than we thought.

Howdy, partner.
Howdy.

What took you so long?

Just stopped to
take in a few sights.

All right, hello.
Look here.

It's all downhill
from here.

LYNN: Literally.
BANDIT: It sure is.

ALBERT: We're never gonna
make it down this hill.

Bandit'll get us down.

Bandit! He's the one that got us
into this in the first place.

Just whose side are you on?

(CHUCKLES)
I'm on our side, son.

We're all gonna wind up
in jail, and for what?

You should've just handed the
carnival over to the Sheriff.

And then what? Watched these
people starve to death?

You gonna find them
a new job, huh, Albert?

You're as crazy
as old Cyrus was.

These people aren't my responsibility
and they're not yours.

You want to walk away,
walk away.

I'm getting this caravan to the
county line with or without you.

He's right, Angel.
You don't owe us.

We have to take
care of ourselves.

(ALL AGREEING)

(LAUGHS) You are taking
care of yourselves.

I mean, Lynn can drive Albert's
truck, if you can drive my car.

Let's go for it.

All right, then.
Wait.

I'm sorry, Miss Austin. I don't
know what I was thinking.

Sometimes my brains
just turn to mush.

I'll drive.

MAN: All right.
WOMAN: Attaboy!

Please, wait.

Don't send me away.
This is my family, too.

All right, Albert. It's all yours.
Let's go.

MAN: We can do this.
WOMAN: We can do this.

(SIREN WAILING)

All cars proceed to Snake
Valley Road and Interstate 5.

We left the
battery mic on.

Put it on the speaker.

CLANTON: (OVER SPEAKER) Repeat!
Snake Valley Road and Interstate 5!

Repeat Snake Valley
Road and Interstate 5!

Will you move
this piece of junk!

There it is,
Snake Valley Road.

Hey, I used to like the
scary rides at the carnival.

Then this should be
your dream come true.

Just like Uncle Cyrus
would've done it.

(MOANS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?
Where are you?

They won't get past us.
I guarantee it.

Yeah, right,
that son of a...

All we have to do now
is wait.

Lynn, buddy,
you got your ears on?

Still moving.

You remember those boys I
told you about with the guns?

Yeah, I recall
something about that.

Yeah, well,
they found us, buddy.

Ah, swell.

It's time to play a little game
of follow the leader, okay?

We're right behind you.

(CHUCKLES)
We got them now.

Hey, what are they doing?
(HONKING)

Whoa!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

BANDIT: The door is open,
come on in.

A little nervous there,
weren't you?

Uh-huh.
(CHUCKLES)

Hey, Duke, what are you gonna
tell the boss about this one?

LYNN: Why did we stop?

Well, we don't have to worry
about the sharks, right?

I mean, they're gonna be picking
up scrap metal for a while.

I think I heard
the load shift.

WOMAN 1: Oh, my God.
WOMAN 2: Whoa!

ANGEL: What is that?

BANDIT: Well, well.
A silver angel, huh?

Hello, Uncle Cyrus.

And hello again, Martin.

Martin, you knew about
the silver all along?

I was paid good money to keep
an eye on this here silver

and return it to its rightful owner.
Which I will now do.

And the rightful owner is?

No,no,no,no. This ain't no
true confessions time, Bandit.

This is bye-bye sucker time.

Albert, let's go.

What? Albert?
Albert?

I'm sorry, Miss Austin. But I
have to think about my old age.

I tried to tell you to stop.

ANGEL: Oh, Albert.
MAN: I can't believe this.

FIONA: How could you do that?

Try it again.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?
Duke, where the hell are you?

They tried to run us over,
but every/body's okay.

Did I ask you
about your welfare?

What about the carnival?
Do you have them?

Uh, not exactly.
They wrecked our car.

But they're still a long ways
from the county line, boss.

If we can get this thing started,
I'm sure we can stop them.

You keep saying that,
Duke, you dummy!

Well?

You know, I'm thinking
our good Sheriff knows

a little bit more about this
than he's willing to talk about.

Do you think you can wrangle these
people toward Interstate 5?

Sure.
Where're you going?

I'm going to go after this bastard
that just stole my truck.

You think I'm gonna let him get
away with something like that?

Not to mention
all that silver, son.

Yeah, and when they start shooting
at you, you got any plans for that?

Yeah, yeah,
I think I might

go discuss my problem
with Old Man Wilson.

See what he's got
to say about it.

Come with me. Listen, take care
of these people, be safe, okay?

Hurry UP-

Old Man Wilson?
MAN: Good luck, Bandit.

Sometimes I guess it's best not to ask.
Let's go!

FBI? My name is Angel Austin.
I want to report a robbery.

It's silver ingots. No, I'm not
sure exactly when or where.

But it's silver ingots, about a quarter
of a million dollars worth, I think.

Has anyone
reported it missing?

Hello?

They hung up on me.

Well, try them again.

(DIALING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

My deputies will
catch up with them.

Your deputies couldn't find the
station house with an atlas.

Now you put up a road
block at the county line.

If Angel tries to run it,
you blow her away.

(OVER SPEAKER) You're asking
me to kill innocent people?

Look, that million dollars
is mine.

If you help me get it,
a piece of it is yours.

I'm out of my league on this, Leonard.
I have to pass.

You don't get it, do you?

There ain't no pass
on this one, you dummy!

What do we do?

We call Robert Stack.

What?
We call the FBI.

The FBI.

Dan Rather is going to eat his
shirt when we scoop him on this!

(LAUGHING)

ANGEL: Okay,
thank you very much.

Branson Bank silver heist.
Three years ago.

Wait a minute.
Are you trying to tell me

my Uncle Cyrus
was a bank robber?

Apparently the statute of
limitations runs out in two days.

If Cyrus hadn't died, he
would've gotten away with it.

Two days?

And it was more than we thought.
Close to a million dollars.

I mean, no wonder
everyone was after it.

Whoa, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Are you telling me I got a million dollars
in my truck right there, right now,

and I'm gonna
let it get away?

Time for a little
highway ballet.

You just try stopping
this rig with that toy.

(LAUGHING)

What are you doing?

I'm getting him to
build his confidence.

You're doing a good job.

Well, thank you!

Leave them alone.

It's personal.

(LAUGHS)

Come on, Martin. Keep it coming.
Follow me, son.

Man, I don't like this.

I don't care.

Calling all units. Calling all units.
Car two, report.

ED: This is car two, deputies
Pitts and Daniels, copy.

What is your 20, please?

Please?

We're working our way
down Snake Valley Road.

I'm sorry it's takin' so long, we're
going just as fast as we can.

No need for
explanations, Deputy.

When you reach
the bottom of the hill,

please proceed to the junction of
Interstate 5 and Snake Valley Road.

The carnival trucks
will be between us.

Sheriff Clanton,
are you okay?

Just do as I say!

(SCREAMING) Will you just do
as he says!

Yes, sir.

DUKE: No, no, that was
tight, you're loosening it.

Don't tighten that one.

Come on!

Hey, boys, it looks like you
all could use another lift.

Can I help you?

Sheriff Clanton?

He's on a case right now.

Where is he?

What's taking so long?
I'm on hold at the FBI.

So is Jimmy Hoffa!
Try the other line.

They're taking
calls in order!

I don't want
to lose my place!

Okay, calm down.

I think we should go back.

I don't care
what you think.

Got him.
There's his car.

Watch out for the cable!

BANDIT: Joe? Ed? You boys
out there somewhere?

Yeah, we're on Snake Valley Road
working our way down to Interstate 5.

Well, it's looking like
Old Man Wilson's cable trick

has caught us yet
another trespasser. Over.

(CHUCKLES) You worked
that old cable gag again?

BANDIT: When all else falls, you
gotta go back to your old favorites.

Listen, I'm thinking you'll want to
get out here and pick these boys up.

I believe they're
wanted by the FBI.

JOE: Be there in a flash.

Ten-four.

So, you think you'll be all right
with this truck full of silver?

No problem.

Okay. Old Man Wilson is
gonna take care of you

till Joe and Ed get here.

I got to get up the road and
I'll see you at the county line.

I want to thank you.

What do you want
to thank me for?

All I've done so far
is nearly get you killed.

Most people think that
carnies are not quite human.

You taught us to stand up for
ourselves and then you showed us how.

You're a lot more like your
Uncle Cyrus than you know.

Well, what was I gonna do? I mean,
he remembered me in his will, right?

Oh, and you don't know
how to say, "You're welcome."

You're welcome.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, come on,
come on!

I don't see them.

They beat us here,
they beat us here?

They're headed
for the county line.

Take it easy, Leonard. We're still
five miles from the county line.

We'll catch them.

Well, come on, move.
Get going!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Bandit!

Bandit! Give me your gun!

Will you get out of the way
so I can get a shot at him?

Run him into the ditch!

Whoa!

JASPER: Hey, Uncle Buddy. The FBI
was just here looking for you.

Boy, this must be
your biggest case ever!

Oh, I told them you
were with Leonard Blair.

They should catch up
with you all right!

Call it in. Tell them
we've spotted Clanton.

LEONARD: I said
run him into the ditch!

(LEONARD SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

Better than that.
Tell them we got him.

JASPER: Uncle Buddy?

They find you yet?
Uncle Buddy?

What's taking so long?

I'm still on hold.
I'm getting interference.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Helicopters!
It's the FBI!

Clanton! Look,
they got Clanton!

(SIREN WAILS)

FBI AGENT 1: There you go.

Get him right... Get him
right on in the car.

FBI AGENT 2: Come on. Let's go.
Take a walk out here.

Well, looks like every/thing's
under control here.

FBI AGENT 3: Here you go.
Thanks to you.

And so ends the
Branson silver heist mystery.

One of the largest bullion
thefts in US history

pulled off three years
ago by Leonard Blair,

and his partner,
the late Cyrus Hadley.

Solved only days before the
statute of limitations ran out

by Badges in our discovery that Sheriff
Buddy Clanton was an accomplice.

The very man
we came here to honor.

Well, I'll take
my dollar back.

What?
$1.

That's my sale price
for the carnival.

A dollar.

Sure, I mean, that's
what I bought it for.

You don't expect me
to take a loss, do you?

No.

May I escort you
to the county line?

I'd be much obliged.

LIZ: Naturally, we won't
accept the $100,000 reward.

Badges only desire,
as always...

Okay, folks, let's
move it out. Mount up.

...is to provide a public service.
No, that reward will go,

deservedly enough, to the new owner of
Hadley's Carnival, Miss Angel Austin.

And so, Angel Austin
caught her brass ring

on a carousel of silver
with the help of Badges

and an elusive,
intriguing enigma

named simply the Bandit.

And that, ladies and
gentlemen, is a wrap.

(TRUCK HORNS HONKING)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Subtitles by: Tommy