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-Pepper: Police! [Man grunts]

[Gunshot]

Police officer. Police. Freeze. Don't move.

Drop the gun.

Laurence "turk" Allison. Turkey, Texas.

Yeah. That's why they call me turk.

If I don't fit into your dreams book of a hero cop, it's tough.

I don't like either one of them, honey. They're both killers.

And you don't care if it's turk or briscoe.

[Breaking glass]

- What are you doing? - Where can I find briscoe?

I'm gonna kill him.

- There's a contract out on him right now. - That's right.

- You drop the case and turk is dead. - [Gunshot]

[Theme music playing]

[Airplane whirring]

Announcer: Flight 69, flight 6-9 for Miami.

Now loading at gate 12.

-[Pepper coughs] -[Bill exhales]

Flight 1084 from Dallas, due at 10:26, on time.

You think I could write a song about that?

I'm gonna write a letter of complaint to the chief.

What's the matter, pep?

This is a job for the marshal's office serving subpeonas.

Need I remind, madam,

that we'll have to take blau over to the d.A's office when he shows up?

Couldn't we just call a cab, give him directions, then call this it a day?

Need I remind you that I was up until three o'clock morning chasing down pimps?

You have a tough life, pep, you know that?

Listen, we need real Fred blau and you know it.

I know it.

- He testifies and we've got the whole estate deal in our hands. - Yeah, I know it.

He's here to talk a deal with the heavies and he's scared.

We just snatch him and make our own little deal.

So, it's the heavies or us.

Well, he planned to rip off a million dollars on a phony city project.

He ain't legit anymore. He deserves a little squeeze.

Announcer: Flight 32, flight 3-2 from Chicago,

now arriving at gate 11.

Bill: This is the flight.

Announcer: Flight 69, flight 6-9 for Miami, now loading at gate 12.

There he is. Gray suit and dark glasses.

[Indistinct] Baggage for passengers who arrived on flight 1557.

Can now be claimed at the baggage area.

[Gunshot]

[Man grunts]

Police officers! Freeze!

Police! Don't move.

Drop the gun.

Be careful of that little thing. Sometimes it goes off.

Bill: So I noticed.

That guy was fixing to do something naughty.

[Handcuffs rattles]

How long are they planning on keeping us down here?

I checked upstairs. The paint is still wet.

That's a hell of a thing.

They've got you sitting right outside the men's room.

It's about the only place where you guys know what you're doing.

Sit down, ah, Allison, wasn't it?

Standing's fine.

Airplane seats have a way of crimping up my body.

Listen, man. You're not in any position to call the shots. Now, sit down.

Hey, look, little buddy.

When I sit on my hands, my fingers go to sleep.

Now if you take these shackles off me, I'll sit for a full length portrait.

[Keys jiggling]

Hey, bill, how long before we're gonna be able to split?

I mean, they've got pep near the little boys' room.

I know, Pete. What did you find in his luggage?

One pair of pants, two pair of cowboy boots.

And this was found in one of the boots.

Another .357 Magnum, huh?

Well, that's very sincere indeed.

Yeah, I never liked them little bitty guns. You know.

Bill: I think you might find this interesting.

You're a cop?

I was a cop until it got too dangerous.

For you or for them?

Oh, I reckon it was touch and go.

Laurence "turk" Allison.

Male, Caucasian, 6'3", 195. Date of birth, 1/11/38... Turkey, Texas?

Yeah. That's why they call me turk.

Entered Houston police department, 3/10/58.

Retired, medical pension, 3/4/74.

Private investigator. License 6285 issued June last year.

He's got a gun permit, issued July 12th last year.

[Paper rustle]

A permit to carry a gun is not a license to kill.

Alright, Allison, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll sit still for self defense.

You just tell me why you had to defend yourself. Who's your client?

Now, Mr. Crowley, wouldn't you call that privelleged information?

Don't be cute with me, Allison, alright. Now look here.

As far as I'm concerned, you're on the other side of the street.

Now, I want some answers. Now, are you getting my message?

I hope it doesn't rain again tonight.

Would you like some coffee, Allison?

You're not gonna pull that good cop, bad cop routine on me, are ya?

If so, I hope you're the good cop.

I guess it's the same rules everywhere just different ballparks.

Fred blau was an important witness to us.

What's your connection with him?

Bodyguard.

Well, there are some pretty rough people out after him.

I didn't think it was gonna be a 4-h club.

Not at the three hundred dollars a day I charge.

I just saw how you made your three hundred for today.

Where is Fred blau?

I don't know.

He hired me by phone. Sight unseen.

Paid my fare and fee to meet him in Dallas and I did.

Watched him burn up the phone for about two hours. Hotel endicott.

The man you killed was Steve Phillips.

Know him? Ever heard of him before?

Total stranger.

I reckon I'm eligible for an O.R. release on the shooting, so...

Oh, there are a few formalities, Mr. Allison.

Where's Fred blau?

That old boy slipped me.

And that's a recision of contract.

Any particular reason he hired you instead of somebody else?

Well, everybody hires me or somebody else.

If the air's all cleared up, I'll get my weapons and I'll be on my way.

Yeah, well, I think ballistics would like to use your weapons for a couple of days.

You can pick them up. Just leave your local address right here with us.

Well, all right. But you're sure not being very neighborly, Mr. Crowley.

I'm sorry, but it's the most I can muster up under the circumstances.

What circumstances?

That guy you dusted was a strong-arm man, worked for a character named Asa briscoe.

-Do you know him? -Fat ace briscoe. Yeah.

- Yeah, well he ain't so fat, anymore. He's just heavy. - He might be settin' you up.

Two birds. Ever think of that?

Shall I see myself out?

I think it might be better if Mr. Royster walked you out.

Hey, Pete, you wanna see this guy out?

Be seeing you, little darlin'.

What do you think about that character?

He's unique. I like his boots.

Pep, how can I smoke these things?

Haven't touched them in years.

Me neither.

The phone numbers from Dallas.

Check out to briscoe connected locations.

There's no doubt about it.

Blau is looking to make a meet with briscoe and Allison's right in the middle of it.

Bill, who exactly are you after?

Whoever stubs his toe first. So follow me?

And you don't care if it's turk or briscoe.

Turk, huh?

I don't like either one of them, honey. They're both killers.

Do you want me to put a tail on him?

You can't tail guys like that. They don't tail.

Let's try, bill. We need him.

I want blau. Now find him.

Put some money in the streets. He ain't that smart.

He's an amateur. He don't know how to hide.

Look for cheap "flops" like in the movies.

It's not that easy, ace.

- The cops are looking for him, too. - Well, so what.

We use the same stools they do, half the time, only we pay out in cash.

You find him and then lose him.

What about turk?

It's blau I want. He's the important one.

He's the one that can put me away.

What I owe turk for the old days, I can pay later.

[Tires screeches]

[Door slides]

[Sliding door closes]

[Gun clicks]

Well, I can't find his car. I can't find a parking spot for him.

He could have ducked out on us last night.

Ducked out where? He's got no place to go.

-Besides, he's too stubborn. -Or too dumb.

Let me see if I can locate the manager.

He's out in the back showing some apartments someplace.

-I'll be back in a few minutes. -Right.

Morning.

Hi. Hop in.

You know, I figured you'd say that.

I got this addiction.

To overcooked sausage, rubbery eggs and greasy home fries.

- Like mother used to make? - A little greasier.

-[Laughs] -Care to join me?

You make it sound irresistible.

I'm easier to tail when you're lookin' at me.

Wagons west, partner. I love your boots.

Move them out, captain.

- Do you eat there regularly? - You didn't like it.

-Wow. -Did you call your office?

In the ladies' room, while you were paying the check.

There's a phone in there.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry, but I gotta ask, it's the cop in me.

What about the woman in you?

It took 10 phone calls and about as many official requests to get your Houston file.

You're some amazing character.

A real legitimate hero.

Medals, medals, medals.

Newspaper clippings and, ahem, bullet wounds.

Oh, yeah. I can tell you when it's gonna rain.

And then you applied for a medical pension

that you'd been fighting against and then disappeared from Texas

with just a little old post office box number as your forwarding address.

Well now, sergeant, I'm impressed with your efficiency.

- Do you like mushrooms? - Yeah, and with my past.

-But so? -Well, I've got to ask it.

Why did you pick here?

Well, it's as far away from Texas as I can get and still be in the United States.

You're forgetting about Hawaii and Alaska.

I think I still figured there's only 48.

Allison?

Turk or "big darling". Take your pick.

Blau's dead if we don't find him first.

So find him. That's your job.

- I'm on a pension, remember? - Let's get some pickles.

How long you gonna be riding in my hip pocket?

Is my company all that unpleasant?

Not at all, ma'am.

But you're here because it's the easy way to keep me covered.

-Right? -Right.

Don't tell me you're gonna make it easy for me, to help me do my job?

No, not at all.

You see, your office has my guns I have no food in the house,

I wanted a good breakfast.

So I brought along a good looking bodyguard to take care of me. Pick up?

And you're ripe for a hit.

So you won't help us but you'll use us.

I'm not sure I like that.

Look, lady.

I do my own thing whether you like it or not.

If I don't fit into your dreams book of a hero cop, it's tough.

I paid my dues and when I worked the street, I was the best.

And I worked alone. That was the way I wanted it.

And I pushed back at the wise guys and the hoods the same way they pushed me.

With methods that they understood.

Like with ace briscoe?

Like with ace briscoe.

Then why did you quit?

Because I'd had it.

The job changed.

The politicians and the sob sisters took over.

The captains who never worked the streets.

The stupid laws and the stupider judges.

And maybe some stupid policewomen?

Yeah. Women cops.

-How about women? -I like 'em.

I always have.

Guess you might say I've had my share.

Hey, look, I make 15,000 thousand a year for having a few extra holes in my body.

Now, I can live on that.

If I need some more, I'll take a bodyguard job on my terms.

Guess that about does it.

Do you have any desire to see my refrigerator?

Bill: Thanks a lot. -Sorry, bill.

Next time you disappear, I'll just call the police.

Allison, your phone.

- What about it, crowley? - We want to cover it. We need it.

Okay. You can monitor it in my apartment just like an answering service.

And the sergeant here monitors it, or nobody.

Pep?

Okay. I'll try it for a while 24 hours.

You sure you want to stash up there with no coverage?

We're both cops and that's all you'll have in your apartment, turk, just another cop.

Of course.

Now if you two will help me with my groceries, I'd consider it a public service.

There's blau.

[Footsteps]

[Telephone dings]

[Telephone rings]

Allison investigators.

What do you say, old buddy?

Turk, listen, I want to thank you for that little number at the airport.

Blau: But I'm really gonna need your help now, man.

They're gonna get me. They're gonna try again.

I told you to go to the cops.

They're the only ones can help you now.

Blau: I can't go to the cops.

If I go to the cops, they'll get my family.

I can't go to the cops.

Listen, turk.

Listen to me. I want to talk to a guy, briscoe.

Ace briscoe. He's the guy.

Now, I'll tell him that I'll take all the blame and that I won't talk.

Okay? I just want to make peace. Okay?

Talking to briscoe is your transport to a slab.

8 well, I don't have anybody else, damn it.

What do you want me to do? You want money? How much do you want?

Come on, name a figure. Whatever you want.

Okay, blau. I'll see if I can see him myself.

I get $300 a day. Same price, same service.

But you do exactly as I say.

Right. Right. Anything you say. Right.

Turk: Okay. Where are you now?

Well, I'm in a phone, at a court yard in a motel in blancas.

The Evans motel.

Crowley, blau is at the Evans motel in blancas.

You got run? Look, blau, don't even go back for a toothbrush.

Take a cab or a bus or anything, get out of there,

but call me tonight after midnight, after you re-locate.

You are right. Yeah. Okay.

Hey, listen, could you give me a lift?

My car, it broke down and I'm stuck here.

- What's he doin' now? - I don't know. Tail him.

Now, we're gonna lose him again. That was the whole point of this thing.

To find blau before briscoe does. What's the matter with you?

Now you put him back out on the street again.

Let me tell you somethin', little darlin',

if you and crowley think you're the only ones with a police radio, then you're dumb cops.

Briscoe listened to the police radio in Houston all the time.

He can hear every word you're sayin'.

And if your people are gonna find him, briscoe's also can find him, and maybe quicker.

Now, if I can get to blau before briscoe, he's at least got a chance.

You better call crowley and tell him what's happened.

You dirty double crosser.

You really care about that guy, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

I get tender feelings about a crocodile at $300 a day.

[Tires screeching]

He's got the best cover in town.

Three straights and a big hotel.

Well, we'll give him until tonight.

If he comes out, we'll do a hit and run job on him. Nice and clean.

What if he don't come out?

We'll go in and get him, buddy boy.

I know all about your troubles, Tony,

but call me back with a place where I can locate briscoe.

Tonight. I need the place and the call tonight.

Yeah, sure, hotshot. Reverse the charges.

And don't sweat it. I just want to talk to ace.

Okay.

[Rattles]

I want in.

Ain't no place to ride tandem on a bucking horse.

We know all of briscoe's places.

If we have to, we'll cover them all.

Louse you up or I go along.

Hey look, pepper, if there's a meet, its me and ace.

Nothing else, nothing is more borin' than to hear two people talkin' about old times.

Yeah, I understand. But I want to be there.

Miss?

-Give this to Mr. Briscoe. -Hmm.

Now, watch his pasta turn to library paste.

Well now, what's the occasion, cowboy?

I thought I brushed you off my shoes, along with the rest of the horse manure, ten years ago.

I like your new teeth, ace.

The last time I saw you, you didn't have any.

Do you wanna talk? Tell me some words.

Fred blau.

Them's dirty words, turk.

He's willing to take the rap.

Mouth shut and ride out a federal vacation.

-Just leave him be. -That's what they say.

Then they hear those iron doors slam, and they get this urge to sing.

Beat it.

I'll guarantee he'll keep his flap buttoned.

I make my own guarantees.

Now get lost, cowboy. You ain't a cop anymore.

You gotta follow the rules, just like anybody else, now.

I never followed the rules when I was a cop and nothing's changed.

Now, I want you to lay off of Fred blau.

You ain't on the talkin' end of the phone anymore, cowboy. Now, get out while you can.

You're just a punk.

And you're a dead man, turk.

Let's go.

-Everything okay? -Yeah, everything's fine.

I want you to scoot, pepper they don't want you.

Uh, uh. I only leave with the man what brung me.

Alright, get yourself over there.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Laughs]

Whoo.

[Door opens]

How did it go?

No good. Blau's gotta come to you or commit suicide.

Blau's called twice already.

Wouldn't leave any messages. He said he'd call every 15 minutes until you got back.

We'd better cover blau's family. It could start to hit there.

- [Telephone rings] - We've already done that.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me. Where are you?

Okay. I'm on my way. Stay put.

What about briscoe? Did you talk to him?

Yeah.

No way to make a deal.

Well, what do I do now?

Like I told you, old buddy, go to the cops.

They're the only ones that can help you now.

Well, like I told you, I can't go to the cops.

Because I told you, they'll get my family.

Your family's safe. The cops already have them covered.

They're not safe! He's still gonna get 'em.

- Man, he's spooked. - Yeah, we'd best better move it.

-Where's he heading? -Nowhere, I'm afraid.

He'll never get out of the Weaver hotel.

-Do you know the place? Pepper: Yeah.

[Door closes]

-You goin' down? -Uh-huh.

What're you doin'?

I thought you said we were goin' down.

We're not, but you are.

[Man groans]

[Gunshot]

I just rang the button and I found him.

Was there anybody else on the elevator?

Well, did you see anyone leave?

I saw a lot of people, but I didn't pay any attention to anybody.

There was nobody on the elevator with him.

I mean, the body. Really, we didn't see anything.

-Can we go now? -Yeah. Thank you.

We have your phone number. We'll get in touch with you if we need you.

- If you didn't get him lost, he might be alive now. - We don't know that, bill.

- What do you think, turk? - Nobody gets people lost.

It's something they gotta do on their own.

You just don't give a damn. Do you?

I reckon I might squeeze up a tear if I had a slice of onion.

Do you get soggy over a dead man, crowley?

Whatever else, he was a human being.

Not anymore. It's just the carton a human being came in.

Yeah. Well, I'll tell you something.

That carton was our key to solve a case.

For that, we'll both weep.

We have no place to go in this case. We have no witness.

Briscoe's already started his cover-up.

We still have blau's homicide to work on.

That's right.

We can work our butts off on that.

Maybe we might come up with a case against the hired help.

We still wouldn't get the man we want.

So?

So, we drop the briscoe thing and let homicide do their job.

It's their baby.

Well, what about turk?

We know there's a contract out on him right now.

You drop the case and turk is dead.

Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it.

Look, we lost briscoe on this one and that was what it was all about.

As far as turk's concerned I...

It's his problem if he gets himself killed. He probably asked for it.

What's the matter with you? I never heard you talk this way.

I'm just adapting a little of turk's philosophy. You seem to like his moves.

[Exhales]

For him.

Not for you. You're two different kinds of people.

I'd like to shove my foot down his throat.

Bill, listen.

I'm closer to you than any man I know.

I respect you.

I know you're not afraid.

And you're brave, and all that good stuff.

But what's the sense in your two going at each other?

Look, you're a good person who fights and does things that are tough, because you have to.

You have no choice. But, turk does them because he needs to.

And even he has no choice, but he has to hide a lot of things. You don't have to hide anything.

-You know something? -Hmm?

You spent an awful lot of time analyzing him.

Sure he interests me, but he's alone and he's got nothing for him.

Compared to you he's got nothing at all.

Except maybe you.

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

Pepper: It's me, pepper -get lost, pepper. Go away.

Pepper: You did that act before. Open the door.

[Chuckles]

Oh, what time does the war start?

[Door closes]

Anytime they're ready.

I thought you didn't have any weapons.

What I meant was, I didn't have any of my favorites.

Ballistics rushed them through.

-Here's two more. -Oh, yeah.

They're great for reinforcements. Thank you.

Think you can spare briscoe?

Yeah.

He and I both have looked down enough cannons in our time.

A if he's coming after you, why are you hanging around?

Well, running's dangerous.

Might run into a brick wall when you're looking back.

Why are you hanging around?

They're not comin'. Not tonight.

I came over in a black and white.

It's parked out front.

Yeah, sure. Empty patrol car's gonna scare 'em away.

You know what I'd like?

I'd like to fix you a couple of those overpriced steaks you got today.

Pepper...

What are you doing here?

Fixing you a steak.

I can get a steak around the corner.

Well, then, uh, because you see, I like to go to the movies,

and I used to go and hide there

with my favorites, John Wayne and Gary Cooper.

- With my lovers, every Saturday. - And I remind you of them?

Yeah.

Yeah, strong, silent type.

Hmm-mmm.

Let me tell you something.

A lot of things I am, but one thing I'm not and that's a movie cowboy.

And back to my question, what are you doing here?

I ain't exactly the pick of the litter.

The last one chosen needs the most love.

Love's a field I'm not too well acquainted with.

Have you been alone a long time?

Yeah, I guess so. Not anybody's fault in particular. Just been alone.

So, you're alone.

Sounds so corny when I say it.

Especially if it's to a lady. Always sounds like I'm tryin' to get them in a sack or somethin'.

Hey, wait. Wait a minute.

You got me explaining myself.

And I never explained myself to anybody.

Go home, pepper.

I don't want to.

Pepper. Where'd you get a stupid name like that?

I don't know.

[Chuckles]

You fry the steaks.

I'm gonna take a shower.

Hey, I forgot to ask you something.

-How do you like your steak? -With you.

[Water pouring]

Let me speak to sergeant crowley.

Then let me speak to one of his men.

Royster, this is turk Allison.

Give me a phone number where I can reach crowley.

Got it.

Hey, you know, I think we forgot somethin'.

-The wine. -No, I think we got wine.

No, I was wrong. But I know we need rocky mountain beer.

-Well, we have wine. -Yeah, I know.

But I'll just slip around the corner and get some.

No, I'll go and you'd better stay here.

But you can pay.

Yea. How about that?

I'll hurry.

You want briscoe and his people, right?

I can give them to you.

Who's gonna pay you 300 a day for that?

It's a freebie.

Let's just say I want briscoe off my back.

You wouldn't have briscoe on your back again

if you hadn't shoved that bread stick down his gullet.

If I'd a shoved a pound of butter up his nose, it wouldn't make any difference.

He's got a deviated septum. How do you know that? I deviated it.

Look, crowley, I'm offering you a ringside seat.

Man, you've got your guns back,

but if you think I'm gonna sit there and legalize your wasting briscoe, forget it.

I had a bead on you once, boy, but the next time I think I'll do something about it.

Hey, don't scare me, crowley.

I've got a very negative reaction to fright.

Pepper told me you were hold up, waiting for world war three.

Why did you leave your place?

-Because she wouldn't -is she?

Yeah.

Okay.

Read it to me again from the top.

Starting with, my name is dick, this is my dog, spot.

Put a tail on me. Give me plenty of rope but stick with me.

-I'll force the hit. -How.

-Make them do it on my schedule. -How?

You'll be behind me. Just watch.

And if it doesn't work?

What've you got to lose?

[Paper rustles]

[Keys jiggles]

[Pepper whistles]

[Knock on door]

It's me. I'm back.

I brought you your drink.

[Water pouring]

-Pete, is bill there? -No, pep.

He's out with Joe on that blau thing.

- I've been trying to reach you. - What blau thing?

Pete: On that tail job to set up briscoe.

It's with turk's blessing, this time.

I'm gonna pick it up on the radio now.

Pick me up on the way. I'm at his apartment.

-What're you doin' there? -Just pick me up.

Hey, briscoe. Hey, briscoe, you yellow bellied creep.

[Man groans]

Where's briscoe?

Man: I don't know, man. I don't know any briscoe.

I got you now, not him. Now, where's briscoe?

I don't know. He doesn't come here much.

-You tell him I was here. Man: Who?

He'll know.

[Breathes]

I didn't see anything, did you?

See what? I didn't see a thing.

12y50, what's your present location?

Bill: Heading north on George at Douglas.

Hey, that turk is crazy, man.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Hey, mister, you can't park there?

I'll take the car for you.

No, manager, I want to speak to him.

I'm sorry but the manager is busy. He's inside.

Well, I think you'd better go call him.

[Breaks glass]

Hey, w-w... are you nuts?

Ish. There goes my pension.

[Joe laughs]

Tell me when it's over.

[Laughs]

I love it. The guy's beautiful.

Even if I can't see it.

Okay, mister, you broke that windshield.

My name's turk. That mean anything to you?

I got no beef with you.

Send the kid inside. He's got no beef either.

Go on, beat it.

Now don't you be foolish either.

- Where can I find briscoe? - Mister, I don't know.

He's just a customer here sometimes.

=I'm legitimate. =give or take 50%?

-[Breaks glass] -What are you doing?

[Laughs]

You're gonna put me out of business.

I'm gonna call a cop.

Then I'll pay for the windows.

And then I'll have to come back and see you some other time.

If he finds out I told you anything, I'm finished.

You are pure-Dee, flat-out breaking my heart.

Wait. Wait.

He's at his other place.

The topless joint down on San ysidro.

[Thuds]

And tell briscoe turk is comin' for a visit.

He may want to bake a cake. And, I'm gonna kill him.

Yeah. Yeah, alright. Thanks, pal.

He's comin' here.

That crazy cowboy's gone bananas.

-Turk? -Yeah.

He's on his way here. He's gonna put the hit on me.

So what. Let him come.

Saves us the trouble of getting past the cops to get at him.

Like we got a choice, huh?

Alright, but I don't want anything to happen in here.

It won't look right, no matter what.

Hit him when he's outside.

We've got enough witnesses here to show he's on his way here to kill me.

The law can't harm me.

Can't harm anybody but him.

Get him on the way in.

It's a good thing this joint's closed.

[Car engine revving]

[Tires screeches]

[Gunshots]

Hold it! Police:

[Gunshots]

Police! Hold it!

Drop it! Drop it.

Police. Freeze.

Pete: Reach! Turn around! Reach for the wall!

Pete: Reach! Get 'em up there! Joe: All right.

-Is that you, al? Phil? -It's me, ace.

[Gunshot]

[Broken glass]

[Gunshot]

Police: Freeze.

Get your hands on top of your heads. Get 'em on top of your heads and keep them there.

You make a move, and you're dead, man.

I had to shoot him. He came here to kill me.

-Get an ambulance, Pete. -He's still alive.

Believe me. He was gonna kill me.

Is that right? Get that gun, pep.

[Handcuffs clicks]

It's true, crowley.

That crazy idiot was gonna shoot me.

Without a gun?

Come over here, briscoe. Let me show you something.

Will you take a look at that?

He ain't even got a gun.

[Exhales]

You know, there's one thing I can't stand.

It's this wishy washy hatred.

Move it.

[Turk groans]

My favorite flower is...

Bluebonnet.

[Grunts, then exhales]

-Hey. Hi. -Hi.

Guess I blew my wake.

Anybody there worth meeting?

Will you shut up?

-How long I been out? -Almost three days.

Uh, did you just get here?

Yeah. Two days ago just.

I watched you sleep.

I listened to you cuss a lot.

You know, you-you get mad when you're hurtin'.

Yup.

Agony has a way of flat-out tickin' me off.

[Laughs]

I even watched you cry a couple times.

Now, that's an invasion of privacy.

No, it wasn't, because it wasn't for yourself. It was for somebody else.

It was for somebody else.

You big phoney.

You do have feelings. Just a few.

Now don't you try to compute me, Dr. Pepper.

You might not like the bottom line.

You are making love to me?

In a manner of speaking.

The good doctor says you'll be in here at least a month.

Never could handle a hospital diet for more than a week.

They won't give you any ketchup.

[Chuckles]

But we can make one hell of a week out of it.

Then what?

You know, when I start thinkin' about you,

I get a feelin' of permanence. I'm tellin' you somethin'

feelings like that pure-Dee put a cockle burr under my saddle blanket.

[Laughs]

It's funny I knew you were gonna say just that.

-You're going away, aren't you? -I am.

If you were an eskimo lady, would you rub an old crooked nose like this one?

I knew an eskimo once.

You know what he told me?

He said they don't do that.

-You know what they do? Bill: What do they do?

Turk: Crowley, you've got a beautiful sense of timing.

So they tell me.

Come on in and sit down.

[Door closes]

How's it going?

I'll make it.

He's already got his snowshoes on.

What're you takin' a trip up north?

Yeah. I thought I'd give Alaska a break.

Well, you'd better be careful of what you freeze up there.

I appreciate your concern, crowley.

Yeah.

You know, turk, I wouldn't be at all surprised

if there's still a little bit of street cop left in you.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You know, crowley, I've been watchin' you. You're not bad yourself.

Couldn't help but notice, huh?

If you plan on seeing your grandchildren get married,

you gotta get a little meaner.

-Meaner? -Yeah.

The other day at the airport, when I dusted that little punk, you should have taken me out.

If I hadn't heard pepper yell,

you were one blink away from that great lineup in the sky.

Is that right?

Well, let me tell you. If those prairie-honed ears hadn't heard the tinkle of that tin star,

you wouldn't be lying here in such pretty company.

I guaran-damn-tee you.

Either of you guys missed a pair of boots?

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