All language subtitles for The Gauntlet (1977) EN - Clint Eastwood

- You look awful!
- I had a late-night poker game.

You should have at least shaved.

This new Police Commissioner Blakelock
is very spit-and-polish.

Fuck him.

But, Jesus God, Ben!
You got to watch the way you look.

You can't walk in on these
bigwigs without shaving.

You just can't do that.

You should've put on a tie.

You should've shined your shoes.

You should've made an effort
to spruce up a little bit.

SHOCKLEY: Mr. Feyderspiel.
- Shockley. How are you?

Fine, sir.

How's our Assistant D.A. these days?

Shit! He couldn't convict Hitler.

Don't use any profanity.

And remember to say "sir" to him.

When he speaks to you, say "sir."
Then stand up straight.

And for God's sakes,
don't breathe on him.

Here. Wait a minute, guy! Come on!

Open your mouth.

I wish I had time to shave you.

Nag, nag, nag!

E.A. Blakelock.

Ben Shockley, sir.

- I've heard about you, Shockley.
- Oh?

As Commissioner of the
police department...

...considerable responsibility.

Watchdog of the department,
so to speak.

Policing the police.

So that the need for
absolute secrecy is--

I understand.

Um, plane tickets.

Extradite and subpoena.

You're flying to Las Vegas,
coming back with...

...a prisoner for us...

...whom you will remand
to custody at County.

And then you report, you know,
back here.

Respectfully, sir,
I work for Metro squad. Why me?

Your division commander says
you're a man who gets the job done.

Is there anything special
I should know about this case?

What it is, is this:

It's a nothing witness
for a nothing trial.

That'll be all.

Oh, Shockley?

You represent the Phoenix P.D.
Get a shave.

Yes, sir.

15 years on the bricks together,
look what happens to us.

I land a lousy desk job.
You get a freebie to Vegas.

Big deal. A two-bit
witness for a two-bit trial.

- Anybody I know?
- Gus Mally. Heard of him?

No. What's the charge?

He wouldn't say.

I'm just going there--
Hi, Shirley.

And coming back. You won't
even have time to get laid.

You won't have time.
Helen'd kill me.

Listen, are you still
getting serviced by Shirley?

- Uh-uh.
- Why not?

You've got a very
shapely lady there.

Well, she was after me
for my money.

JOSEPHSON:
Aha. Listen...

The trip to Vegas is 2 hours.
Have dinner with us.

Not tonight. Say hello to Helen
and the kids, though.

And thanks for the escort.
I know how busy you execs are.

JOSEPHSON:
In your ear, Jim!

SHOCKLEY:
Congratulations on the promotion.

[JOSEPHSON SCOFFS]

I don't know why they promoted me.
We're partners, for christ sake.

You deserved the promotion.

I hate paperwork, you know that.

If it wasn't for the family,
I'd tell them to shove it.

Why don't you quit bellyaching?

- You're off the bricks, aren't you?
- I like the bricks.

SHOCKLEY:
Relax and enjoy life.

JOSEPHSON:
Hey!

You and me been through
some doors together.

We've had our times.

We've had our times.

MAN [OVER P.A.]: Airwest flight
number 570 now arriving at gate 11.

Ever been to Las Vegas before?

A lot of tourists in town.

It's always this way, the Strip,
choked with traffic all the time.

You can't drive. You can't go fast.
30 miles an hour all the way.

The old days--

Buddy, drop the tourist crap,
will you?

SHOCKLEY:
What do you mean my man isn't here?

You heard what I said, bud.

I've got papers for one Gus Mally.
The address is this building.

You better check again.

I've got all kinds of fellas in here.

I got a Smith.
I got a Gonzales.

I got a McNaughton.
Take your pick.

But I don't have a fella
named Gus Mally.

He was to have been picked up yesterday,
held for extradition.

Somebody screwed up.

SERGEANT:
Wait a minute now!

When you get back to
Phoenix empty-handed...

...all I said was...

...I ain't got no guy named Gus Mally.

Augustina Mally I got
over in women's detention.

Asshole.

She's been spitting up since morning.

I don't know.
She might have a fever or something.

We called the prison doctor,
but he hasn't shown up yet.

SHOCKLEY:
Hit the deck, Mally.

- Has she eaten?
- Just a cup of coffee this morning.

Ah. Looks like she put
cigarette ashes in the coffee.

Old army trick.

She wanted to look sick.

Let me go! They're going to kill me!
I want a fucking lawyer!

Terrific!

My life on the line and they
send me an on-the-ropes bum!

- What kind of record?
- Hooker.

We've got a problem, you and me.

We don't like each other,
but we're taking a trip together.

You can come along peacefully
or be a pain in the ass.

But I warn you, mess around
and I'll put cuffs on.

Talk dirty, I gag you.
If you run, I'll shoot you.

My name is Shockley.
We've got a plane to catch.

They're still cutting her papers.

Swell. Can you ask them
to hurry it up, please?

You think about what I said.

MALLY:
You're a dead man, Shockley.

They'll kill me.

And if you're with me,
they'll kill you.

Who's "they"?

I don't know.

Why are they going to kill you?

I don't know.

Pack your lipstick.

MALLY:
Damn it, it's the truth!

They've even got a line on it.
On us!

They got a betting line on
everything in this town.

Ponies, football, the fights.

Nobody cares about a dumb-ass cop
and a two-bit hooker on Airwest.

Shockley, listen to me.

It's 50-to-1 we don't make it.
Ask any bookie.

Don't drown in the sink.

Shockley! You big prick!

That's a hooker?

The kick now is the schoolgirl look.
She's on the high side.

Finds it hard to maintain
those hundred-dollar tricks.

SHOCKLEY:
On a scale of 10, I'd give her a 2.

And that's only because
I've never seen a 1 before.

Okay, sir. Here you are,
just what you ordered.

- How about another one?
- This is fine.

- You sure?
- I've got a plane to catch.

Holy gee!
No way you'd get me on a plane.

Not after the airline pilots
I've dated.

I wouldn't let those
assholes drive my car.

Really?

Just last week
I was reading this article.

It talked about flying.

Said we'd all become just like cattle.

Trusting our lives
to people we don't even know.

Like pilots.
Said we do it all the time.

Then we get our heads bashed in...

...like cattle,
for being so trusting.

Did you ever think about that?

Like those pilots I dated.

This article said they're so snookered
they don't know what button to push.

One minute you're flying
30,000 feet in the air...

...the next, pbbt, you are splattered
all over the ground...

...somebody's dachshund
nipping at your pancreas.

Flying really sucks,
you know what I mean?

How much on what, sport?

Mally No Show.

What's the score on her?

50-to-1.

I can read.
ll mean, how does she run?

I don't know shit from horses.
I just put up the names.

She started out at 20-to-1.

The house has been raising the odds.

The smart money must figure
she ain't got a chance.

You want to bet or not?

Maybe later.

BOOKIE:
Ed's Pony Book.

You got a horse in the 10th race
called Mally No Show.

- Got a line on her?
- Hang on.

We've got her, 70-to-1.

707 It was 60-to-1
10 minutes ago.

So aren't you glad you waited?

But the odds are bound to go down.
No filly can be that bad.

You found out I was right, didn't you?

I didn't find out dick.

But a horse named Mally No Show's
in the 10th race at Santa Anita.

Somebody's betting she'll
drop dead at the starting gate.

And this is the gate right here!

You see? They're saying
we haven't got a chance!

For all I know,
it's just a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence.
There isn't any 10th race at Anita!

Wagon's outside.

What about that horse?

75-to-1.
Sounds like a real nag.

Go back home. Leave me be.
Call it off. Please!

We're splitting right now.

One of you call Hertz or Avis.
I don't care which one.

Have them leave me a car
between here and the airport.

Leave the keys. I'll pay
once she's on the plane.

If, and I say if,
what you're saying is true...

...somebody's betting I can't do my job.
They're full of shit!

These people laying these odds
will chew you up and spit you out!

You're fucking crazy.
I'm not going anyplace with you.

[MUMBLING]

What about that car?

74 Plymouth, blue.
It's parked at the Christian Center.

- Who's the driver?
- That's me.

Let's go.

- Just him.
- We're a team.

Next time.

[COUGHS]

You cheap-shot, gutless bastard!

You get off roughing up girls,
don't you?

Big man!
Big 45-caliber fruit!

That's me.

Macho mentality.

You'll get us both killed
before we get out of here!

Jesus!

Breathe deeply.

DRIVER:
There it is.

SHOCKLEY:
All right.

Pull around in front.
I'll get her ready for transfer.

Check for the keys.

[MALLY GASPING]

I'm hyperventilating, you bastard!

Go die by yourself.
I won't get out of this ambulance.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Come here.

- Take this.
- What's that?

It's a gun. Take it.

- I don't want it.
- Take it!

Anybody comes up behind us,
shoot him.

You got to be kidding!

Where the hell are you going?

I'll take a less popular way
to the airport.

After what happened back there?
They'll be waiting for us!

By the time they sift through
that wreckage, we'll be gone.

MALLY:
Pull over.

Until you pull that trigger,
I'm headed to the airport.

I mean it.

I swear to Christ,
if you don't stop, I'll shoot.

[GUNSHOTS]

- What's that?
- They're shooting!

- Shoot at them!
- Stop! It's the police!

SHOCKLEY:
It's not the police! Shoot at them!

I can't!

You were ready to
shoot at me, damn it!

MALLY:
All right!

MAN:
Look out!

Oh, my God!

[CAR HONKS]

[CAR HONKS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

So we don't go to the airport.

But I'll be damned
if I know where to go.

Six blocks down, hang a left.

Second house on the right.

You got a telephone in this place?

It's over there.

SHOCKLEY:
This your house?

Yeah.

What kind of guys do you bring here?

MALLY:: Locals, mostly.
Married men cheating on their wives.

OFFICER [OVER PHONE]: Police Department.
- Commissioner Blakelock's office.

- Ben Shockley.
- Yes, sir. One moment please.

You were supposed to be
on the plane 15 minutes ago.

Somebody doesn't want
your nothing witness...

...to testify at your nothing trial.

If I'm going to get her to Phoenix,
I'll need your help.

Call the Vegas police
and send two squad cars...

...one for a decoy, the other
to take her to the airport.

Where are you?

Where the hell is this place?

MALLY:
316 Rothdale.

316 Rothdale.

You can't miss it.
There's an ambulance in front.

Yeah, it's a cathouse.

Stay there.

- Where the hell would I go?
- Don't get smart, Shockley.

[DIAL TONE]

Yes, sir.

You win, Shockley.
I'm through fighting it.

Hmm?

I appreciate what you did
in the ambulance.

If you hadn't pulled me back--

My job's just to get you
back to Phoenix in one piece.

I know.

Still, I owe you.

You married?

What do you care?

I'm interested in you.

- Want a glass?
- Mm-mm. It's fine.

Every woman has her thing about men.

Something that turns her on.

With me, it's hands.

I love strong hands.

Like yours.

We have time.

We'll have such a good time, baby.

Such a good time.

You're so beautiful.

You just lie there now.

Just lie there...

...and momma will do all the work.

Somehow I get the feeling
your heart isn't in your work.

You bastard!

Even if we do get to Phoenix...

...I'm not testifying
at any lousy trial.

That's your problem.
My job's to get you there.

You'd risk your life
for something this stupid?

All you've got's your job!

I just do what I'm told.

Yeah? So does an imbecile.

OPERATOR: Information.
- Number for Airwest.

We won't be here long.

Do you mind?
Once we're in the air...

...I'd hate you to worry
I'll leap out the washroom window.

Go ahead.

Air-worst has planes leaving
almost every hour.

Airwest?

When's your next flight to Phoenix?

You have planes leaving every hour?

Uh, I'd like to book a reservation
on your next flight for two.

Two people, name's Smith.

We'll be there. Thanks.

Let's go.

You, in the house!
Come out with your hands up!

We got the house surrounded.

Throw out your guns.
Bring the girl.

Fuck me!

Come on, let's go.

Come on, goddamn it!
They've got an army out there.

You've got thirty seconds.

They're shooting at us!

Mally?

Open fire!

SHERIFF:
Hold your fire!

Captain, they should've surrendered.

Yep.

Why the hell didn't you tell me
about that passageway?

I'm your prisoner.
I was trying to escape.

What happened?
I heard shooting.

I damn near got cut to ribbons.

Somebody set me up!

Don't blame me.
It was your idea, calling the cops.

Did you shoot at those guys?

I didn't do jack shit!

Then why? What happened?

I don't know what happened.

Let's get out of here.

SHOCKLEY: I don't suppose there's
anybody in this town you could trust?

MALLY:
I don't know. I'm not sure.

I guess in your line of work
you don't make many lifelong friends.

What about you?

Those were cops.
How many friends have you got?

Get your ass in gear.

Here. Look normal.

MALLY:
I am normal.

- There's a cop car.
- Shut up.

- Do what I say and this won't go off.
- You got it!

SHOCKLEY:
Get in the back.

Now go.

Don't get nervous with that cannon.
I ain't no trouble.

SHOCKLEY: Just head right on out there
to the left.

We just left 50 of your buddies,
tried to blow me to hell.

They were nothing but trouble.

You two are them holed up
in that cathouse, ain't you?

Do you know about that?

Every cop in town knows about it.

Just what do you know?

Our dispatcher said
there was this hooker...

...and three men, armed and dangerous,
holed up in a cathouse.

Hell, half the units in this city
must have picked it up.

I don't care what bullshit
came over that radio.

There was just us two in that house,
and I'm a cop.

Shit. Heh-heh.

You think that piece of tin
proves anything?

You can get that out of
a box of Cracker Jacks.

It's real. You look at it!

Yeah? The two fellas in the car said
you shot at them...

...put them in a hospital.

Why would a cop do that?

They shot at us, that's why.

That ain't their story.

They said you fled
the scene of an accident.

They tailed you
and you opened up at them.

Well, they're full of shit.

Sure as hell, somebody is.

DISPATCHER [OVER RADIOJ:
Constable 3-1-5. This is dispatch.

You being a cop, you don't mind
if I tell them you're in the car?

You just forget about that.

What's your detail?

You're compounding your problem,
kidnapping an officer.

I said, what's your detail, cowboy?

I got the west side shift.

I just cruise.

Come sundown, I turn in this car
and hang up the hat.

You just cruise out this highway
towards the border, understand?

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.

If you're really a cop...

...let's turn this clit into the
people who are looking for her...

...and I'll forget the liberties
you've been taking.

- You know who they are?
- Huh?

The people looking for her.
You know who they are?

Let's just say
that your story's true...

...about them dudes in the car
shooting at you first.

If them two are examples,
I'd say the folks hunting for her...

...have the initials M-O-B.

You didn't tell me
it was the Mob after us...

...raising the odds.

Who the hell are you protecting?

I'm not protecting anybody.
I didn't know.

Shit!

[LAUGHS]

Now you got the cops
on your ass too.

The good guys and the bad guys.

You're between a rock
and a hard place, boy.

You ain't got a chance in hell.
No, sir!

[LAUGHING]

What do you say, colonel?

Let's us get a taste of her
and turn her ass in. Okay?

Pull over up here.

Pull into this station right up here.

Right here. Stop.

Here, take these cuffs.

Put one bracelet on her hand
and one over the roll bar.

MALLY:
Tough guys! Big tin-star egomaniacs.

Okay.

Slide out this side.
Right over this side, here.

Over by that booth.

FEYDERSPIEL [OVER RECORDER]: I ask you
under penalty of perjury, Mr. DelLuca...

...are there witnesses to corroborate
what you've told the jury?

DeLUCA: One, sir.
One that I can think of.

FEYDERSPIEL:
Just one?

[PHONE BUZZING]

SECRETARY:
Detective Shockley from Vegas, sir.

Jesus!

I don't care what you heard.

I'm telling you what happened
and who set me up.

Proof? Proof against the Mob?
Come off of it, sir!

I've got a scorched ass.
That's all the proof I need.

In the middle of nowhere with
a witness you said means nothing.

And everybody in this town's
shooting at me.

And I'm slightly worried about it.

You've got to bring me in.

I'd like an escort.

A convoy of Arizona police...

...to take me and the prisoner
back to Phoenix.

Where and when?

The Arizona border's
an hour away from here.

I'll be riding in a constable's car.

- You copy?
- Affirmative.

You'll have your escort.

You'll transfer from
the constable's vehicle...

...to an escort car in 60 minutes.
Can you handle it...

...or should I write it in braille
and shove it up your ass?

Yes, sir.

Take us to the border.

I heard some of that phone stuff
so I guess you are a cop.

So you know I got to call in
at quitting time, which is now.

Call in, tell them you need
the car for another hour.

Say your mother-in-law
was hit by a truck.

Tell them anything,
just make believers out of them.

You mind if I ask you a question?

How many times a month
you spread your legs?

Just drive the car, will you?

I got a chance to learn
something, colonel.

As long as I got to chauffeur
the little strumpet.

You mind if a country boy
picks up a little education?

[LAUGHS]

I got-- I got this buddy...

...he had the idea we'd open
a string of whorehouses...

...and advertise
like fried chicken places.

"Finger-lickin' good!"

[LAUGHING]

How's it work with your kind?

You go to some kind of special school?

I have a B.A. from Finch College.

Is that where you learned
how to give head?

Will you shut up, for christ sake!

Colonel, you coming to
the strumpet's rescue?

I bet you had some ideas
of getting some gash yourself.

Maybe you already had
a taste of it, huh?

Ain't nothing like
a slice of the damp, is there?

You can't fool Deke.
I seen you zip your fly--

Will you shut up!

Let him talk.

Were you going to shoot
a fellow officer, colonel?

What'll you tell them back home?
I was insulting your whore?

[SNICKERS]

Looks like you done lost
your hero-boy.

I can take care of myself.

CONSTABLE:
Yeah, I bet you can at that.

Let's me and you have a little talk.

Did you ever go down on
another little girl?

Ever have it done to you?

Whores just don't make it with guys.

They make it with anybody
with cash, right?

Bet you do.

Bet I'd like to watch you too.

Yes, ma'am. I'd really dig
watching you.

Them little melons
all pink and tight.

That little ass a-humping
and a-jerking around.

Them long legs
all jacked up juicy-like.

I bet it don't take much
to get you all wet...

...and hot to trot, does it?

Talk to me. I want to know
what it's like being a whore.

Actually, I always thought
it was rather like being a cop.

You did? Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah.

Not unlike being on the take at
two dozen bars in downtown Vegas.

Taking money from
some politician each time...

...you peel his drunken kid's Cadillac
off a telephone pole.

Strong-arming the Chicanos
in the barrio on Saturday night.

Busting kids for smoking grass...

...then taking a kickback
from heroin dealers.

Or those occasions
when you do bust a pusher...

...and skim the haul
when you've made the collar.

Sell it to your
dope addict buddies on the force.

[LAUGHS]

She's sure onto all our tricks.

MALLY:
As I see it...

...the only difference between us,
is that when I quit work...

...I take a long hot bath...

...and I'm clean
as the day I was born.

But a cop...

...especially a flunkie like you...

...when sheriff whistles,
you squat.

And what he does to you
rots your brain.

No amount of water
can get you clean again.

You going to take that crap?

You were the one
that wanted her to talk.

I know you don't like women like me.

We're a bit aggressive.

We frighten you.

Because you've got
filth in your brain.

The only way
you'll ever clean it out...

...Is to put a bullet through it.

Does your wife know you masturbate?

[DEPUTY YELLS]

[TRUCK HONKS]

You've had your chat.
Now drive!

[CONSTABLE GROANS]

Shockley?

Yeah?

What's going to happen at the border?

We'll pick up an escort
to take us to Phoenix.

Who?

Police.

Arizona police.

How do you know?

Because I asked for them.

Did you call the same person
you telephoned from the house?

Yeah.

When I saw you back in the culvert
you said you'd been set up.

It seemed that way at the time.

What's changed since then?

What are you trying to say?

Somebody's trying to kill me.

Since you're along,
you're a target too.

The car that blew up,
and the guys who shot at us...

...could've been the Mob.

But um... Back at the house,
those were cops outside.

Somehow they got the wrong message.

Maybe it was a legitimate mistake.
Maybe not.

But if it wasn't...

...who would've given them
the wrong message?

How would I know?

Not my guys.

Not the guys on my own force,
for christ sake!

You're probably right.

But let's just say that
there's a chance you're wrong.

Just one chance in a thousand.

The state line's a pretty
lonely place to find out.

Hear what she said
about your own people?

You going to sit there
and take that shit?

How far is the state line?

About 10 miles.

MALLEY:
Shockley?

I really do have a college degree.

CONSTABLE: State line's just beyond
that next rise up there.

Good thing you're out of here.

I ever see you again,
you've had it.

Shockley?

I may be wrong.

But what if I'm right?

- Pull over here.
- What?

- Pull over and stop!
- The hell, you say!

CONSTABLE:
Aah! Okay! Okay!

I'll leave your gun by the road.
You can pick it up later.

CONSTABLE:
Damn bet I will!

You'll have some fast talking to do.

They'll wonder why you bailed out,
and I'll tell them.

You chose sides.

Got yourself a little nookie
and chose sides!

SHOCKLEY:
Shit!

Better get a move on.

If you're wrong,
I want to be there to explain...

...before that asshole
starts spouting off.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Red Fox One, this is Kingman relay.

Has Rabbit arrived yet?

Rabbit approaching.

Ten-four.
Will relay to Phoenix.

How y'all doing?

- If it's any consolation--
- What?

Nothing.

Shut up.

Never saw a cop feeling sorry
for himself before.

Mind if I watch?

For 2 cents and a stick of gum
I'd kick the shit out of you.

Whatever gets you off, butch.

After I was through...

...where would I leave the $207?

I don't want your money.
I love you for your mind.

- You--!
- Unh!

SHOCKLEY: You son of a--
MALLY: Aah!

Sorry.

Just had to jog your thinking.

You're a loser. I'm splitting.

You'd shoot a woman in the back?

How would that look on your record?

You'd never make it
alone out there.

With you I don't have a chance.

On my own, I do okay.

I saved you from that constable.

I wouldn't take any bows.

If not for me, you'd have let that
schmuck drive us into the guns.

There wouldn't be guns
if they weren't try to kill you.

It's both of us, you witless idiot!

Haven't you figured that out?

Why do you think
you drew this assignment?

Because I get the job done!

They don't want the job done!

They picked you because
you're a drunken bum.

And if they bump you off,
not a fucking soul...

...Is going to give a rat's ass!

You're a nothing.
A nobody.

A faded number on a rusty badge.

You've been set up by your own
people to take the fall with me.

Wake up, for christ sake!

At least that way you'll know
where the bullets are coming from!

Watch out for the sidewinders.

MALLY:
What?

It's a type of rattlesnake
that comes out after dark.

Horseshit!

They're drawn by body heat.
You never know it till they hit you.

I'll leave in the morning.

Yeah.

I will!

I'll make it too. You'll see.

If we were in Vegas,
you'd be just going to work.

Go polish your badge, Shockley.

It's all you've got.

Miserable bitch!

Welcome to the ranks
of the disenchanted.

Shut up and go to sleep.

I'm a counter-puncher, Shockley.

If you can't last the 12 rounds
then stay out of the ring.

[COUGHS]

Shockley?

- Who's DelLuca?
- What?

Angelo Deluca, as in the
State of Arizona vs. Del.uca.

Who is he?

Have you been sitting there all night?

Cut the mother-hen crap, will you?

You're supposed to be
a witness at this trial.

Now who the hell is he?

MALLY: Small time.
SHOCKLEY: Is he Mob?

Who knows?

Talk, for christ sake!

Hell, I guess he is.
So what?

A: The Mob's making book
you don't testify at the trial.

And B: Somebody on the Phoenix P.D.
also doesn't want you testifying.

A plus B equals a tie-in...

...between the Mob
and the police force.

You sit on your ass all night
figuring that out?

Congratulations.

Now, who's DelLuca?

I only met the guy once! Jesus!

I'm no good without coffee.
Lay off!

The time you met him, what happened?

I don't want to talk about it.

Half my force is involved
and you won't talk.

You heard me.

- Who you protecting?
- Nobody.

Me! I'm protecting me!
So lay off!

From what? From me?

Have I tried to kill you?
Or jump your bones?

I'm not the enemy!

Hurray for Mr. Clean.

What did he do?

I don't want to talk about it!

You're the key. You're the proof
and both sides know it.

Please.

Deluca set me up with this guy.

Told me to be special nice to him.

What guy?

- Someone on the force.
- Phoenix P.D.?

His name?

I didn't ask.

What happened?

[SIGHS]

MALLY:
I went to this hotel room...

...in Vegas.

There was this guy there.

He seemed like an okay guy.

I asked him how he wanted it.

He told me to take off my clothes...

...lie down on the bed...

...lie on my stomach.

Told me to open up my legs.

I couldn't see him.

He had this gun.

He took this gun with one hand...

...and he held it there.

I knew what he was doing
with his other hand.

And he told me...

...if I screamed,
he'd pull the trigger.

Describe him.

He was 55, 60.

Blue eyes, gray hair.
Very distinguished.

And he had this face...

...that looked like it was
made out of stone.

And his voice...

...sounded like it came
from the bottom of a tomb.

Blakelock.

[MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING]

Hogs.

What?

You stay there.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Oh, my God!

You wait here.

- Where you going?
- You just stay here.

All right, mother-jumpers!
This is a bust!

[CHATTERING]

Everybody up against their bike.
Balls in your pockets.

Come on! Come on!

Don't do that, man! Don't!

Son of a bitch!

SHOCKLEY: The next turkey who
tries that, I'll shoot him...

...stuff him and stick
an apple in his ass.

Any takers?

You? You?

You? You?

Hey, man.
You can't do this without a warrant.

- The man says I need a warrant.
BIKER 1: That's right.

The man don't know jack shit!

Anybody here know more
about the law here than me?

Any lawyers here?

Any lawyers want to tell me
why I don't need a warrant?

Why don't you get off our case?

You with the fucking hair.
You look smart.

Tell me why I'm entitled
to come in here anytime I please.

Reasonable what?

Reasonable suspicion.

Exactly!
Reasonable suspicion.

I can do as I please
if I have reasonable suspicion.

If I have suspicion
a felony's been committed...

...I can walk in here
anytime I feel like it.

Because I got this badge, this gun...

...and I got the love of Jesus
in my pretty green eyes.

He must be high on something.

He's just fucking crazy.

Shockley, you idiot!

Mindless, brainless,
stupid, fucking idiot!

Maybe even one of you girls.

BIKER 1:
Like what?

SHOCKLEY: I don't know what.
And personally I don't give a shit.

The main thing is,
I'll have to bust you all.

Of course, we do have a choice.
Wait a second. We have a choice.

If you get on those bikes and
get out in the next 30 seconds...

...I'l let you off with just a warning.

However, if you give me any shit...

...any shit at all...

...then there's going to be more cops.

More guns. More handcuffs.
More marijuana-sniffing dogs...

...than you've ever seen
in your wildest hallucinations.

Thirty seconds!

Haul ass!

Hey! Hey! What--?

This bike stays with me.
You 3 can take a hike.

Hey, man!
This is our choppers, Charlie!

This is my gun, Clyde!

BIKER 1:
Come on, this game's dead.

Let's get out of here.
This guy's nuts.

- Fuck you!
- Take a hike, man.

BIKER 1:
What else can you do?

- Pig!
WOMAN: Asshole!

MALLY:
You're crazy!

Ridiculous!

You're outrageous.
You're just completely outrageous.

- Thanks. Hop aboard.
- Do you know how to drive this thing?

It's been a few years.

We'll fake it.

SHOCKLEY:
Maynard Josephson, Metro squad.

MALLY:
I'll get us something to eat.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Josephson.
- Josephson? It's me, Shockley.

Ben?

For christ sakes, Ben!

There's an APB out on you.
Why'd you do it?

Do what?

The constable last night.
Why'd you kill him?

I didn't kill anybody.
That's Blakelock, you hear me?

- It's who?
- It's Commissioner Blakelock.

He's tied in with the Mob.

He's trying to nail me and the girl.

What girl are you talking about?

The witness at that trial.
Gus Mally's not a guy, it's a girl.

And if she testifies,
Blakelock knows she'll torpedo him.

Hear me, Josey?

[GUNSHOTS]

SHOCKLEY:
Look, I--

Ben?

Come on!

Ben?

MALLY:
What's going on?

SHOCKLEY:
Blakelock's buddies.

[GUNSHOT]

Hold tight.

[GUNSHOT]

MALLY:
Aah!

Look out! Jesus, we're going to hit!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

SHOCKLEY:
Let's go.

MALLY:
We'll never make it.

Nag, nag, nag!

[YELLS]

SHOCKLEY:
Thanks, buddy.

MALLY:
No!

[GRUNTING]

BIKER 1:
Hold him! Hold him!

MALLY:
Stop!

BIKER 1:
Let me kick him!

BIKER 1: Move away from him!
MALLY: Let him alone!

BIKER 2: Get off my hand!
BIKER 1: Get him up!

[CHATTERING]

BIKER 2:
You son of a bitch...

[MALLY YELLS]

BIKER 2: Where's your gun,
Clyde? Where's your gun?

BIKER 1:
Step away!

WOMAN:
Here, I'll get his hand. Hit him!

BIKER 2:
Where's your gun?

BIKER 1:
Get this bitch away!

BIKER 1:
Get away from here!

WOMAN:
Give it to him! Come on, hit him!

- Get away!
MALLY: Unh!

MALLY:
No!

What are you?
A bunch of goddamn fairies?

You want to play with boys...

...or show me if you got
anything between your legs?

[BIKER 2 WHISTLES]

[LAUGHING]

[MALLY GASPING]

BIKER 2:
Quick, hold her legs. Hold her legs.

BIKER 1:
No, you hold her fucking legs.

I'll show you a little fairy...

...who's a little old fairy.

BIKER 2: Rip her clothes more.
WOMAN: You're gonna love the taste.

BIKER 2:
Take her pants off.

BIKER 1:
Get her pants off.

BIKER 2:
Hold still!

Hold her!

BIKER 1: Oh, is this like lovely skin.
It's nice.

BIKER 1:
Get her pants.

BIKER 2:
You get her pants, man!

Get off her.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

You wouldn't hit a lady.

Oh!

Mally?

[DOG BARKING]

When's the next bus to Phoenix?

Next express pulls in at 3 o'clock.

- Thanks.
- You want a ticket?

I don't think that'll be necessary.

MALLY:
I heard it's 3 o'clock.

Yeah.

This whole idea's insane.

Yep.

SHOCKLEY:
You first.

SHOCKLEY: Care for something to eat?
MALLY: Yeah.

What'll you have?

Surprise me.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Josephson here.
SHOCKLEY: Josephson?

[WHISPERING]
Ben! Hold on, guy.

You okay?

I'm coming in.

Coming in where?

Phoenix. Right to City Hall.

For christ sakes, that's nuts!

- Will you write this down?
- You can't!

Please.
Will you write this down?

All right, all right.
Go ahead.

I'm taking the 7th Street off-ramp...

...going down Central over Mesa...

...straight down Adams to City Hall.

- You got that?
- Yeah.

Seventh, Central, Adams, Mesa.
I got it. But, Ben--

Five minutes after I leave here...

...Blakelock's going to hear I'm coming.

He's going to try and stop me.

I want you to give him my route.
Tell him to clear the streets.

That way no innocent people get killed.

Ben. This is crazy.

And give him this message:

Tell him I know why
he picked me for the job.

Tell him he was wrong.

Tell him I'm coming
and I'll nail his ass to the wall.

You hear me?

Ben-- For christ sakes!

He'll have every cop on the force there.
You can't get in there!

Thanks, partner.
My best to the family.

[DIAL TONE]

Ben...

Oh, Jesus Christ!

CLERK: Front desk.
- This is 14-A.

You have anything like room service
around this joint?

I can probably get you something.

Maybe you could send your kid out
and pick up some steaks...

...fried chicken. Something like that.
Maybe a bottle of wine.

Yes, sir. Anything else?

Is there anything like a florist
around this neighborhood?

[MALLY HUMS]

SHOCKLEY: When I was a kid growing up,
I used to hate cops.

Me and the other kids
in the neighborhood...

...we'd always get in trouble, fights.

Gang fights.

Always getting rousted by the cops.

I suppose if we had guns
like gangs do nowadays...

...I'd have shot every cop on sight.

Parents never seemed to care.

Teachers, they forgot how to care.

As you grow older, you begin
to realize what cops are all about.

They're just doing a job,
enforcing the law. Raising families.

If you break the law you get busted.
That's about all there is to it.

I learned to respect that.

I even began to realize...

...that the only people I knew
that stood for something were cops.

So when I got old enough,
I joined up.

I had this dream, boy.

I had this dream
of meeting the right woman...

...having kids.

Most of all...

...breaking that big case.

I could just see them pinning
captain bars on me and...

Well, the years went by, and
never did meet that right woman.

Seemed like other guys
were always breaking the big case.

After a while you get to the point
where you just...

...put in your 20
and wait for retirement.

Now I got the big case
and I'm picked to go down with it.

You don't have to.
Neither of us does.

Nobody's forcing us
to go back to Phoenix.

We could go to Canada or Mexico.
Anyplace!

Sure. And live like kings.

I've got some money.

I've got my checkbook.

$5000 back in Vegas.

And when that runs out?

Then let's take the money
and buy a pickup truck.

An old sedan,
or something unobtrusive.

We'll take back roads, turn ourselves
in to some precinct station.

Anything but City Hall!

We'll ask for protective custody.

Talk to the D.A.

That's exactly what I want you to do.

What about you?

- Me? I'm going in.
- Why?

We know why Blakelock picked me
for this job. I'll prove he's wrong.

- Then I'm going with you.
- Uh-uh.

You're not my prisoner.
You can go.

You get your money.
It's between me and Blakelock.

You said yourself you didn't
think the whole thing would work.

At least someone'll know I tried.

- Who, Blakelock?
- No, me.

OPERATOR: Operator.
- Area 2-1-2, please.

684-6114.

Just a moment.

WOMAN: Hello.
- Hi. Mom?

- It's me.
- Are you all right?

I'm okay. How are you?

I'm in Wickenberg.

Wickenberg. It's a small town halfway
between Vegas and Phoenix.

I thought you had
a nice job you liked.

Oh, I quit that job.

Who wants to be
a secretary all her life?

That's what I've always said.

- Things always happen for the best.
- Yeah.

Anyway, the big news is...

...met this man.

And he's really special.

You'd really like him.

If you like him,
that's what counts.

Shockley.

Ben Shockley.

Jesus! What difference does
it make what church he goes to?

We love each other
and we're going to be married.

We're going to...

...Settle down in Arizona
and have kids.

Where are you going to live?

I don't know.

We hadn't really decided.
Probably...

...Northern Arizona somewhere.

Maybe up near the canyon.

It's supposed to be
really beautiful there...

...and you can still get land.

- When are you getting married?
- Um...

We've got business we have to
take care of in Phoenix first.

Then we're going to do it.

What business is he in?

I just wanted you to know.

Look, would you tell Dad?

What was the young man"s name again?

Shockley. Just like it sounds.

- I love you.
- I love you too, dear.

OPERATOR:
What number, please?

- Give me Las Vegas. 283-8779.
- Just a moment please.

Up near the canyon, huh?

BERNIE: Bernie's Book.
- Bernie? Gus Mally.

Yeah. Listen, what's the line on
that horse, Mally No Show?

100-to-17? Perfect.

I want $5000 worth, on the nose.

You know I'm good for it.

Okay? She's going to be a winner.

Let's go.

SHOCKLEY:
Move on out.

What the hell
you think you're doing?

What the hell's it look like?

What's wrong with you?
This is a bus.

I don't give a damn.
Get away from that lever.

SHOCKLEY:
Get out of here.

Let's get the luggage
out of this thing.

Sorry for this inconvenience...

...but I'll have to ask you
to leave the bus.

Please be sure to take your belongings.
Arrangements will be made...

...for your continued journey
as quickly as possible.

Well? Haul ass!

[PHONE RINGS]

You, shorty! And you, give me a hand
with this luggage.

My, this is so exciting!
Just like on the news!

Court stands to recess.

FEYDERSPIEL:
Ralph, ten minutes.

JOSEPHSON: I don't know if you
remember me or not.

My name is Josephson, I'm Metro squad--

I'm busy now.
Can you see me later?

Yes, sir. But you see,
this is about Shockley.

He and I talked together
just a little while ago.

You spoke with him?

Yes, sir. He's coming in.
He gave me his entire route.

He said some very strange things
about Commissioner Blakelock...

...and I didn't know who to approach.

You've done absolutely the right thing
coming to me about this.

Um... Why don't we go into my office
and talk there?

Fine. Thank you.

There's some quarter-inch steel here.
Get this over by the bus.

Here's what I'm looking for.

What's this Josephson know?

FEYDERSPIEL:
Nothing that can hurt us yet.

Why would Shockley give us his route?

I don't know.
I haven't had time to melt it down.

It's a ruse. It's a ploy.

He's trying to manipulate us
into thinking some--

I think he's on the level.

I'll call you.

Do that, Feyderspiel.

Before the whole bucket
blows up under our face.

You get that trial postponed.

Have a heart attack.
Perjure yourself.

Shockley's got to be stopped.

Stopped hard.

SHOCKLEY:
Okay.

So long, folks.

Good luck.

[SHOCKLEY GRUNTS]

All set?

Ready.

I just told you, hijacked.

Hijacked a what?

BLAKELOCK: Wickenberg-Phoenix.
That's 150 miles of goddamn desert.

It's 3 hours on that road.

We could...

...blast that bus to hell.

Sitting duck, you know?
Call Vegas.

Have the boys do it.
Blow the shit out of it, I mean.

I could make that call.

But the boys don't
do that sort of job.

It's a little high-profile.

But they're with us, right?

Oh, yes. Yes, sir.

But we're talking about
a large bus on a public highway.

And that's big news.

Our friends in Las Vegas
don't like...

They're embarrassed by
that kind of coverage.

Our boys, then. The cops,
deputy sheriffs, Highway Patrol.

We've got heavy-duty weapons,
don't we? Bazookas?

We have the assholes.

Show some balls!
Blow them away, for christ sake!

Sir, with all due respect,
this is a very well-traveled highway.

We don't want blood and tennis rackets
all over the asphailt.

Screw it! A few casualties.

If there are casualties,
other than Shockley and the girl...

...someone will be answerable.
You.

I make the decisions.

Now what is it?
Are there any other options?

I suggest we let Shockley
drive right in.

Now, we have his route.

We then employ a two-phase plan.

In phase one, we use his friend,
Josephson, to lay a trap.

In phase two, we clear
the streets along his route...

...deploy our men and create
an impassable barrier.

A gauntlet, if you will.

He won't have a chance.

That would work, wouldn't it?

I mean, we could control
the media then too.

We'd appear justified, getting him.
It'd be a feather in our caps.

- Yes, sir. Excellent thinking.
- Then that's our plan.

Uh, can you manage? Can you
arrange the thing with his friend?

Josephson, sir? Yes, sir.

I'll put it in the works right away.

BLAKELOCK [OVER RADIO]:
I repeat to all units:

Station yourselves as requested.

Battalion Captains will be taking
their orders from this office only.

Contingency nine-one.

We're doing this to one of our own?

- You heard Blakelock, didn't you?
- But it don't make sense.

I mean, if this guy's
the mad-dog killer Blakelock says...

...why would he supply us
with his route?

[SIRENS WAILING]

What do you think they'll do to us?

Whatever Blakelock tells them to.

Isn't there somebody who can stop him?
The Chief or the Mayor or--

He's the Police Commissioner.

He'll do whatever he wants to do.

He can put an army on the streets
and nobody'd question it.

POLICEMAN 1: Come on fellas.
- Move it!

POLICEMAN 1:
Come on, let's go.

You do want kids, don't you?

Kids, a house, a car, swimming pool.
You name it.

Some place with trees.

Some place with neighbors
not too close by.

With hills to walk in.

Horses and a greenhouse, maybe.

Maybe even a little
guesthouse out back.

Maybe even a--

What?

Nothing.

You don't even know
if I'm good in bed or not.

I'll just take that on faith.

What if he gets through?

He can't get through.

He's gotten this far, hasn't he?

Sir, how many units have you deployed?

Four dozen? Five dozen?

And those marksmen
are the finest on the force.

I know. But what happens if--

I mean, there's going to be
hell to pay if something...

...goes wrong.

The only thing that can
go wrong is if your disciples...

...decide they can't shoot down
one of their own officers.

Jesus, they're cops.

The bastards are paid to shoot,
not think.

Then we have no problem.

[DIAL TONE]

SHOCKLEY: This is where our
welcoming committee will be.

Why can't we just keep going?

Maybe they won't stop us.

We could just keep going and going--

Nag, nag, nag!

What's that?

SHOCKLEY:
Roadblock.

You get ready to hit the deck now.

MALLY:
They're letting us through.

Yeah. Don't want innocent people
to get killed.

MALLY:
Who's that?

Jesus! That's Josephson.

Josephson, what the hell
you doing here?

Jesus Christ!

You don't have to do this.

We've got a friend at City Hall.

- Who?
- Feyderspiel.

Feyderspiel.

He's the Assistant D.A.
on the Deluca case.

I told him about Blakelock.
He promised to help us.

He promised to defend you
if you could prove your point.

I don't trust anybody
connected with the Deluca case.

Damn it! Don't you hear me?

The man is the Assistant D.A.

The man prepared the whole case.

Maybe he's the one with enough guts
to go up against Blakelock.

And maybe they're in bed together.

Maybe the whole thing's a smokescreen.

JOSEPHSON:
Listen to me.

I've talked to Feyderspiel.
He's okay, not like we thought.

Besides, guy, you've got no choice.

Blakelock's got half the
goddamn police force out there.

Just waiting for
this elephant to roll in.

SHOCKLEY:
Where?

Seventh, Central, Mesa, Adams.

The whole route you gave me.

The place is swarming with squad cars.

Hell, even with this pig iron,
it's suicide.

Please. Transfer to my car.

Stay in the back.
Just stay down low.

I'll smuggle you into City Hall.
The back door.

Feyderspiel and I got it doped out.

We'll take the service elevator.
He said keep your gun.

If you think you're being crossed...

...you can use him for a hostage
to get away again.

Ben?

For christ sakes! This man's laying
his life on the line for you!

What do you think?

I think it's worth a try.

Okay. Maynard Josephson,
meet Gus Mally.

Hi, Gus.
Let's go, partner.

[JOSEPHSON GRUNTS]

MALLY: Oh, my God!
SHOCKLEY: Get in the bus!

[GUNSHOTS]

[MALLY SCREAMS]

MALLY:
Get in the bus!

Son of a bitch!

MALLY:
Aah!

No! He's dead!

Aah!

The son of a bitches killed him!

Blakelock and Feyderspiel.

Goddamn, motherfucking...

Stay down.

We're going in.

Keep glued to that floor.

Commence firing!

[MALLY SCREAMING]

Unit 4, this is Unit 5.

Stand by.

We failed to stop him.
He's headed straight for you.

SHOCKLEY: Come here. Drive this sucker.
- What?

SHOCKLEY:
Get up. Drive this sucker.

I don't know how!

- Do what I tell you!
- Don't yell at me!

Do what I tell you. Drive, please!

Jesus Christ!

MALLY:
Oh, my God! Look at this.

Open fire!

Aah!

SHOCKLEY:
Just get down! Stay down!

POLICEMAN 1:
Watch out! Here he comes!

POLICEMAN 2:
Cease fire! Cease fire!

I've got a witness here
for Courtroom "G."

I gave orders!

- They were supposed to kill them!
FEYDERSPIEL: Commissioner, please--

I gave orders!
Shoot them! Shoot!

- Kill them! Shoot them!
- For God's sake--

BLAKELOCK:
Kill them!

SHOCKLEY: Tell them.
- Shockley! Shockley!

- Tell them.
FEYDERSPIEL: It was Blakelock!

- Tell them about Blakelock.
- Blakelock did the cover-up!

SHOCKLEY: What cover-up?
FEYDERSPIEL: The DelLuca cover-up.

He set you and the girl up!

[FEYDERSPIEL GROANS]

[MALLY SCREAMS]

[SHOCKLEY GROANS]

MALLY [CRYING]:
Please speak to me!

You know I love you.

Goddamn it!

Ben Shockley, don't you die on me!

Open those fucking eyes!

Nag, nag, nag!

SHOCKLEY:
Get me up.

[ENGLISH SDH]