All language subtitles for 1989 Pink Cadillac

Hello. Is this Randy Bates?

Who wants to know?

This is Crazy Carl Cummings.

KZTS all-hits radio station.
Pride of the nation at 98.9.

We've got a surprise for you just

about as big as Barry
Manilow's beak.

Are you sitting down? Better
yet, are you laying down?

Are you on a waterbed, all comfy?
Are you horizontal, Randy boy?

No, I'm sitting up, but I
think I can handle it.

Do you like country music?

I used to like Roy Acuff.

Roy Acuff? Would you take
Dolly Parton in a pinch?

I may be Crazy Carl, but
I would. But you won it.

You won the KZTS phone-home prize:

An evening with Dolly Parton.

The evening begins with a pre-show

dinner for you and Miss Parton...

at the Hawaii Kai Room
of the Sheraton Barstow.

A backstage pass for
you for Dolly's big

show at the Barstow
War Memorial...

and then, a little dessert
at Massimino's Cafe.

And who knows whether the
evening will end there?

Because, Dolly, she's
a powerful woman.

She's been on the road
a long, long time.

All right.

What's your favourite
radio station?

KZTS.

I can't hear you boy.

KZTS.

We'll pick you up at 6:00 in a
long black limousine, baby.

Yeah, all right.

Dolly Parton? You
turned a hard-core

felon into a trembling teenager.

What kind of indictment
did this guy skip out on?

Two counts of atrocious assault.

He found his wife in
bed with a roadie

from ZZ Top and took
a tyre iron to both.

You must be awful tired, you
had a long drive to get here.

That's my job, track
them and snatch them.

I can't believe
this guy is sitting

there expecting a limousine.

Mr Bates?

Good evening, sir.
Congratulations.

Goddamn, I never won
anything before.

Allow me.

I am ready to party hard.

Mr Bates.

I'm Tom Nowak. I've been empowered
by the State of California...

to return you to Sacramento where
you're due to stand trial.

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch.

What's your favourite
radio station, Randy?

K-Suck, you dork.

Once we catch them,
we never gloat.

Thank you, gents.

What kind of music do you like?

I sure as hell don't want to hear
no Roy Acuff, I'll tell you that.

Matter of fact...

I'd like to hear something that
sounds about as mean as I feel.

Why don't you just let me
pick it for you, then?

A Crazy Carl Cummings special.

John Capshaw from Sacramento.

He's got a good start, and
Rampage is a tough one to ride.

It looks like he'll get big
money out of this rodeo.

Capshaw has gone down, and
the rodeo clowns move in.

Here's what clowns
are all about...

as the bull takes it
out on the barrel.

Thanks, partner.

Nice ride, cowboy.

Tom, how are you doing?

Say, my favourite bloodhound.

I just did John
Capshaw and I could

sure use the cash
now, if you got it.

- You did Capshaw?
- How?

I'll tell you later.
You got the money?

We're just ordering. Sit down.

You got to eat, for Christ's sake.

I'll have the Chief Justice
Warren Burger, well done.

Extra fries.

One Warren, burn it.

Have you got the money?
I got to visit someone.

You got to visit somebody?

Isn't that funny?

I never thought of
Tommy Nowak as the

kind of guy who
pays a social call.

Have you got the money?

All right.

Thanks.

Tell us how you did Capshaw.

He tricked the poor bastard.
That's what he did.

He snuck up when the dude
was half unconscious.

- Who are you?
- I'm Capshaw's lawyer, okay?

I'll tell you this...

there's a pretty thin line between

what you do and what
some outlaws do.

Maybe a thin line, but
it ain't invisible.

- Afternoon, Miss McGuinn.
- Afternoon, Mr Barton.

When you going to take some sun?

You're about the palest thing
in the whole damn camp.

One of these days, Mr Barton.

Mr Barton.

Remember when I gave you our rent

money on the first of the month...

- right on time?
- Remember?

It's a golden day in
my book of memories.

First time since you and
your husband came here...

when you actually
paid when it was due.

Can I have it back?

You're a really nice
person, Mr Barton.

Isn't he?

Hi, honey.

What's up?

Hi, honey.

- What's that?
- Leave that alone.

That's baby food money, Roy.

Not for shotguns, not
for Wild Turkey.

Not so you can get wasted on some
kind of horse tranquilliser.

You're with me on that, right?

Do you hear, boys? This
is baby food money.

$120.

Would you help me with the baby?

Say, hey, Roy.

Roy.

- We finally got it knocked, baby.
- Knocked?

Like that Amway franchise
in the desert?

Or the oil field work in Alaska?

Or how about our famous
chinchilla farm, remember?

Make cash fast by raising
chinchillas for their pelts...

unless you leave the cage
door open and they run away.

I know I screwed up
a lot of things...

but honest, we're on
Dream Street now.

Come on.

How'd you make this money?

We didn't make it. Some
friends of ours did.

- It's counterfeit?
- State of the art, baby.

This is the big time.

Roy, Roy...

Listen to me.

You do six months for
selling hot VCRs,

I'm still here when you get out.

I waited for you. But I didn't
count on these prison buddies.

Please, for the baby's sake,
get rid of these psychos.

They scare me.

Psychos? These guys?

Let me keep the money
here a few days.

I'll find a good
hiding place for it.

I know I screwed up some
things in the past...

but this is idiot-proof.

Doesn't it seem just a little
strange that this woman...

who has no previous
record at all...

is the only person
being indicted for

possession of counterfeit money?

Your Honour, she was the only one
home at the time of the raid.

And she refuses to tell us
anything about the crime.

One could hardly blame the
woman, Mr Hastings...

when she's got a Folsom
Prison class reunion...

going on right behind her.

If Your Honour pleases,
these gentlemen

have come to post bond
for the defendant.

Your Honour.

We believe that the counterfeit
money we found in that trailer...

is just the tip of the iceberg.
There are other moneys...

and other crimes involved.
So we ask the court...

to set the bond with
these facts in mind.

The court sets bail at $25,000.

We can cover that action, baby.

Your Honour, Mrs McGuinn
prefers to seek bail...

from a recognised bail bondsman.

What do you got for me, Buddy?

I told you. I got
Little Walter Drucker.

The schmuck who gave me this

defective microwave
for collateral.

He is sitting downtown at
the Golden Bear Motel...

waiting to be plucked
like an apple on a tree.

Why don't you let one
of the kids handle him?

There's no fun in the Walter
Druckers of the world.

Fun?

Mr Bring-them-back-alive
wants a big fun-fix.

If I may quote the immortal
Olivia Newton-John:

"Have you never been mellow?"

I know what you can do. You
can fill out mileage reports.

Justify all the money I am
giving you for gasoline.

Will you do that for me?

Hey.

I asked you a question.

And I didn't give you an answer.

So, you can do Walter Drucker.

"Hell, no. That's no fun."

You could fill out
mileage reports.

"Hell, no. That's too
much like a real job."

Hey.

You can jump on
Mary Ellen Chesbro:

The beautiful court
stenographer who's

been mooning over
you for two years.

"Hell, no. She might
get her hooks in me."

Come on, Tommy.

Do Walter Drucker. For once
in your life, be reasonable.

I tried that once.
I didn't like it.

- Miss McGwain.
- Mr Barton.

How's that baby?

I had to leave her with
my sister over in Nevada.

Sure was sorry to hear
about the arrest.

Are they gonna take the baby away?

I mean, after they find
you guilty and all?

I don't know, Mr Barton.

Sure is a fine machine.

Every boy's dream.
A pink Cadillac.

You know what Elvis said.

[Lou Ann singing]

Roy never drove this thing.
Never even had the top down.

And you ask me why I never
get any sun on my face.

I don't mean to interfere...

in your marriage...

but it's dangerous messing
around with a man's vehicles.

You're right about
that, Mr Barton.

Very right.

Come back here, damn it.

Roy.

What are you going to do now?

Or you can explain it to
Alex. He'll pass judgement.

Yeah, okay.

But I'm worn out. Don't
you have any speed?

Diet pills? What the
hell am I supposed

to do with supermarket diet pills?

You can gobble the whole box
as far as I'm concerned.

I'm not gonna waste good
crystal on you now.

Maybe if you find Lou Ann.

Hell of an escape, Lou Ann.

You are about the palest thing.

Obviously a hardened criminal.

I can tell by the Kewpie bow lips.

Who cares about her
lips? She walked out

on a bond of $25,000.
She's a fugitive.

You want her or not? For
me it's all the same.

I want her. You got
a priors on her?

Her old man has all
the priors, but

I didn't post bond
for the old man.

Did they run together
by any chance?

Actually, you might have
competition from the hubby.

She's more scared of him
than she is of the law.

Why's that?

He's involved with that gang of
ex-cons, you know, the Birthright.

Birthright?

Yeah.

No, no, no.

No, Buddy. I want you
to understand me.

Watch the rhythmic movement
of my lips as I tell you...

I'm not going to take
this assignment.

Come on, I need you.

Do you know what I was saying
to somebody yesterday?

I swear I said, "Tommy Nowak...

"he can track down a shadow
in the middle of the night."

I happen to track
fugitives, Buddy.

I don't go around
after whacked-out

ex-cons that carry
automatic weapons.

But I bet those guys from
the Birthright are saying:

"Let's waste this broad before
she turns state's evidence."

I mean, it probably is the
first time in your life...

that you can serve the
cause of justice.

Yeah.

What? I happen to love
our legal system.

As long as it keeps you
in diamonds and Sonys.

Hey, Tommy.

You're saving her by catching her.

So, where are you going
to start looking?

It says here she's got a sister
that lives out near Reno.

- Reno?
- Might as well start there.

But watch the mileage, would you?

Stay clear of the Birthright.

Hey.

Speed and wine.

Give me some of that stuff.

I want that stuff that
killed Hank Williams,

I just don't want quite that much.

What are you yelling for, Roy?

Do you think you've earned the
right to have a good time?

No.

What's your problem, Roy?

No problem, Alex.

Tell me.

I don't...

I don't like...

"I don't like seeing Lou Ann
out there in Silhouette City."

I always know what you're
thinking, don't I?

Yeah.

Go ahead. Take it down.

Go ahead.

Stop.

Turn around.

Do you trust me?

Yes, sir.

Go stand in your wife's picture.

Now, here's the point.

I need at least a dozen more
full automatic weapons...

to start building the
arsenal of my dreams.

The arsenal of our dreams.

Yeah.

But our weapons budget, our
communications budget...

just about our whole budget is
driving around in the desert...

with your wife.

Now, are you man enough
to go get it back?

- Yes, sir, I am.
- Good.

Good.

I thought so.

Waycross, why don't
you go help him out?

- What should I do about...
- The female?

Use your best judgement.

Look at this gorgeous girl.

If this cash was genuine, I'd have

your Harvard education
all paid for.

$253,000.

That'd just about do it.

This sure does look real.

Why don't you cut
loose this one time?

Take this play money into Reno and

give yourself a
weekend on the town.

What are you talking
about? I just got here.

Lou Ann, honey, you're a fugitive.

We figured, if anybody comes after

you, this might be
their first stop.

It's best we scatter for a while
until this thing blows over.

We'll take the baby to my folks'
house. She'll be safe there.

You just go on in to Reno.
Have yourself a good time.

And get some sun
while you're at it.

Bye, baby. I love you. Yes.

Everything's gonna be all right.

We'll see you in a couple of days.

Bye.

Bye, baby.

Bye, honey. I love
you. Don't forget me.

You seen a blonde
in a pink Cadillac?

Only in my dreams.

Pack them.

Aren't you gonna treat
yourself to some new clothes?

We mustn't let our babies
get more glamorous than us.

Well.

Maybe just one dress.

Ring these up. I'm going to
show her to ladies' wear.

- And the shoe department.
- Good.

I'll go. Give me the
dice while I'm hot.

Let's go again.

Coming up. Eight.

- Okay, give me the dice.
- Your skin is soft.

Fellow, leave the lady alone.

Leave me alone while
I'm holding the

dice. Give me those dice. Okay.

You can't do it.

I'm going to double it.

Seven, out.

Oh, no. I lost.

Your skin...

it is so soft. Like Velveeta.

You know Velveeta?

Yeah. You think my skin looks
like processed cheese.

May I see you for a moment?
Right this way. Thank you.

Sit down over here, Mrs McGuinn.

Somebody got you some nice
threads, didn't they?

Recognise this woman?

She looks familiar.

Like someone who never
really got a break.

Someone who might go crazy for
a day. I wouldn't judge her.

You're a cop?

Not exactly.

What do you mean, not exactly?
Who the hell are you?

I'm a skip tracer.

I work for the bail bondsman
who put up your bond.

Why didn't you have your husband
and his friends put up the money?

If you're taking me
back, let's get going.

I can't take much more
of this Elvis tribute.

If you don't mind me saying, you
look dressed to kill tonight.

I'm dressed to torture,
killing's too good.

Could you hold that a second?

My purse.

My purse. My purse.

You creep. Just give me back my...

Thanks.

I got a warrant for that woman.

Here's fine.

Didn't think anyone could
run that fast in heels.

Tina Turner taught me.

Look, mister, I got an
8-month-old baby...

I don't even want to hear about
it. I'm just a delivery boy.

Where are the handcuffs?

You're not gonna
handcuff me? Aren't you

into the whole bondage
part of the job?

Lady, I don't even like
starch in my collars.

You wouldn't take bail money
from the Birthright...

but you managed to spend some of
that counterfeit cash around town.

It's not so complicated.

I had the whole thing figured out.

It's for my daughter.

I was going to take a little bit
of the make-believe money...

and win a lot of the real money...

at the tables.

It's dumb.

It sounds like one of my
husband's great ideas.

He sounds really swift.

How'd you get tied up with
him in the first place?

Believe it or not, Roy was the
coolest boy in San Bernardino...

about 40,000 Heinekens ago.

He said I was marrying James Dean.

I ended up with an
amphetamine junkie.

You don't know how many women I
talk to who tell the same story.

Look...

I have $250,000 of very
high-quality counterfeit cash...

Forget it. I wouldn't
take it if it was real.

Shut up and listen to me. I
didn't mean it that way.

- You didn't?
- I didn't mean it that way.

I thought that if I
gave the money to

the cops, they might
go easy on me.

We could go back and pick it up.

Helping you with your legal case
is absolutely none of my business.

My job is just to
follow you, find you...

and Federal Express you back home.

The three F's?

I could use a little help.

This is so wrong.

Stand aside.

It makes a really
good hiding place.

It kind of reminds you of going to
the drive-in movie, doesn't it?

Parking in the woods...

listening to the crickets
off in the distance.

- The howling of the wolves...
- Will you shut up?

The baying of the dogs.

You just have to play that

little-girl-lost
routine, don't you?

"I'm just a fugitive felon.

"That doesn't mean
I'm not feminine.

"I just need a strong
man to help me.

"I guess that makes me
like a Cosmo fugitive."

Buddy. Look, I asked you for
a favour. You said okay.

You don't have to go
making fun of me.

I'm through taking shit from men.

That's one thing
we have in common.

Because I'm through taking
shit from men, too.

It's a little late to try to
head out to Sacramento now.

Come on in. Make
yourself comfortable.

Those are gone.

Put your sack down.
Take a load off.

Buddy? It's me, in Reno.

I haven't found her yet.
I've got the scent, though.

I'll probably find her
tomorrow or the next day.

Will you forget about the mileage?

I'm tired of talking
about mileage.

I'll call you in the morning
no matter what happens.

Why did you lie?

It just seemed easier
than explaining things.

Would you care for something
from our complimentary mini-bar?

Yeah.

I forgot that's the way
it is with these joints.

They get you half in the bag, and
you forget how to play the game.

Maybe one Cuervo.
Just a short one.

We'll keep the drapes open, so
it won't get too dark in here.

What's the matter?
Are you nervous?

Are your palms all sweaty?

Can you help me with my zipper?

Thanks.

Going somewhere?

I was just getting a glass of
water. I have a little gas.

Feel good?

Thank you.

Look at these little jellies.

No, it's mine.

It's mine. That's for the bill.

That's for you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'm a big tipper.

Let's look at some
of this play dough.

No.

I have had no trouble
spending any of that money.

- I can see why. It's real.
- It can't be.

It's real.

- How do you know?
- I just know.

I think these guys must
have come across...

high-grade counterfeit
money. They've

been exchanging it
for the real stuff.

The money in your trailer was

probably the last
of the fake stuff.

This is Grade A, US
Government green.

You mean...

I've been running around...

with $250,000...

in real money?

Yep.

Birthright money?

Yep.

Oh, God.

What's going to happen to me?

What's going to happen to my baby?

I've got a job to do.

We better hit the road.

America for Americans.

Did you get the female?

What about the money?

Waycross, Roy.

You two have put me on a
very low-budget level.

Now, I tried to have some
pamphlets made up cheaply.

Waycross, why don't you come up
here and take a look at this?

"Niggers," blah, blah, blah...

"Spics, gooks taking our jobs."

Blah, blah, blah.

"Conspiracy of the Jews."

- It's not very good.
- Why don't you tell everyone why?

Well, first of all,
the printing stinks.

I mean, "niggers"
is all blurred...

and now and here you got "Jews"
running off into the margin.

You got that right.

- You think that's funny?
- I mean...

Imagine...

trying to recruit new members
with amateurish crap like this.

There's no way, Alex.

You are going to Silhouette City.

All right.

He's a warrior.

Good.

Now I feel some unity.

Now I feel some power.

Not just a bunch of small-time car

thieves, penny ante
codeine junkies...

wife beaters, drifters without
a clue in this world...

but warriors.

Ready to seize everything
that's been denied them.

Waycross. Roy.

Why don't you go back to that
sister's house and wait?

I guarantee you, within five days
we will have all our money back.

And we will deal with the female.

You see that? That's God.

God caused that flat tyre. He
doesn't want you to take me back.

- God's into blowing tyres now?
- Yes.

I'm just asking for two more days.

We can go to my sister's house
and I can see my baby again.

Don't you know I've already
gone clinically insane?

Taking you back here to get the
money, interfering with your case.

Ever since I met you, I've
been breaking the law.

What the hell is the law anyway?

The same people who make the
law, break the law every day.

I am not talking about their
law, I am talking about my law.

Fine.

Then follow your own law.

What do you mean the trail went
cold? Tom, you're too good.

I'm having serious
trouble with this.

Wait, don't hang up. All right.

Since you've driven
all the way to Reno,

Nevada, you might as
well do Jack Bass.

We got a tip that he's been
hanging around Harrah's lately.

Yeah.

Okay.

Wait, Tom.

Do you know what
cherchez la femme means?

It's French for dig up the
broad, already. Okay?

I've always admired your way
with a Continental phrase.

I've got a new case.
A real mean dude.

What the hell am I
going to do with you?

Take me along. Maybe I can help.

Oh, God. Give me a break.

Too much raw dude for
you, babe? I can dig it.

If my life were a movie, there'd
be a sign on it saying:

some scenes too intense
for younger viewers."

Okay.

Let's say this act of yours works

and you catch this Bass character.

We catch this bastard, doll face.

Yeah.

We catch him. What
did he do, anyhow?

He stabbed a dealer down in Vegas.

Imagined he was cheating him, and
went crazy with a 10-inch blade.

Where are we gonna
try and catch him?

I hear he's been hanging around
Harrah's the last few nights.

What'll you do when you catch him?

I'm gonna apprehend him.

Turn him over to the
local authorities.

Without getting to know
anything about him.

Nothing about his personal life.

I don't want to know about his
brother, his mother, his sister...

I don't want to know
about the family pets...

the pet parakeet,
the dog, the cat.

I don't want to know diddly-shit.

Wait for my signal. And
remember your line.

Hello, Jack. I'm Miss Reno Casino.

Hello, Jack. I'm Miss Reno Casino.

This is where you want
to be. Big jackpot.

Big payoffs.

Come on in and try your luck.
This is where you want to be.

If you feel lucky, this is
where you want to play...

because the action never
stops. Come on in.

What do you think?

Looks like a penis, only smaller.

If you're feeling lucky,
this is the place to be.

Because the action never stops.

If you're hungry,
step right up, come

in and try one of our restaurants.

This is it, folks. This is the
place you want to be. Big payoffs.

Here he is, Mr Hassleback.
Our one-millionth customer.

What a fine specimen
of a man he is, too.

Yes, Mr Lucky One Million.

Sorry we don't have a
brass band for you, Mr

- Jack Bass.
- Jack Bass.

No brass for Mr Bass.

If you'll pardon the pun,
sir. May I call you Jack?

You can call me Daryl Hassleback.

I happen to be the
vice-president in

charge of promotion
of this casino.

Are you familiar
with our operation?

Sure. Like Vic Damone...

- and Alan King.
- Yeah, like Vic.

Yeah, cool, man.

We have 143 gaming tables
and 4 showrooms...

and the deluxe hotel. And we
got a fantastic gift for you.

Yeah, what?

Would you believe an
all-expense-paid weekend on me...

and $5,000 worth of chips?

Ladies and gentlemen, move back
and give Mr Bass some room.

Move back. Can't you
see the detective

is trying to make an arrest...

Get him.

I'll kill you, you...

- My name is Tom Nowak.
- What?

I've been authorised to turn you
over to the local authorities...

where you will be extradited.

Yeah. It's a contact sport.

What the hell happened to you?

You were supposed to show up
and play Miss Reno Casino...

- and give him a kiss.
- I didn't want to kiss him.

We both know what I was
really supposed to do.

I was supposed to show you once
and for all if I'd run away.

- You showed me. You ran.
- I thought about it.

But when I saw you chasing
him, I came back.

We did Jack Bass.

- We're partners.
- Partners?

I don't even have a goddamn car

any more. I don't
have any partners.

Varoom.

Didn't anyone ever tell you, you

shouldn't mess with
a man's vehicles?

Yeah, I think I heard
that some place before.

You want the goddamn car or not?

Yeah, I want it,
for two days only.

One day to see your kid, and the

other day to get
you to Sacramento.

Thanks.

You won't regret it.

I wonder.

I may be thick, but this
sucks, standing here waiting.

Well, Roy, you are thick. Just
about as thick as a Texas steak.

My God, it's Roy. It's
Roy with some other guy.

What the hell did I do
with the goddamn .38?

Shit.

Fellow here kind of
misses his wife.

Where is she, Jeff? You
better tell us right now.

I swear we haven't seen her.

Come on now, Jeff. You're
my brother-in-law.

Family members should always
be truthful with each other.

He is telling you the truth.

Give me Royann.

Give me my own flesh and blood.

It's okay, honey. It's okay.

You know, Roy, this kid's
our ace in the hole.

Mothers always come
back for their young.

It's just a matter of time.

Wouldn't you say so, dear?

I don't know. It could
be a real long time.

We'll wait. I got plenty of time.

So why did the first
marriage break up?

First marriage was a joke.

I was never around.

This line of work, you're
always out on the road.

The second marriage...

I don't even want
to touch that one.

I did get engaged to a girl
about three years ago.

Really?

Yeah.

So?

So what happened?

Right after we got engaged...

she won the title of Miss
Aamco Transmission...

of Turlock, California.

Naturally, she'd date a guy...

who'd stand beside her when she
performed her queenly duties...

like cutting the ribbon at a
new muffler shop or something.

We both knew I wasn't that guy.

So you never really settled down.

I don't think...

Let me guess. You're not the type.

You're an American wildcat.

Your kind can't
breed in captivity.

The road is your only home.

I guess the road can get a
little old now and then.

Isn't that dangerous? Putting
that cocaine on that knife?

Cocaine?

Cocaine's for queers
with gold credit cards.

This here is amphetamine.

Only way to snort it is off
a hunting knife. Want some?

Cute little girl, isn't she?

She's her dad's precious.

I'm not much for rug rats myself.

Just accidents waiting to happen.

Of course, this one's worth
its weight in gold, isn't it?

This one's going to
bring home mama.

Mama and all that precious money.

Roy, what are you going
to do to Lou Ann?

We're gonna get the money
and the car back...

and then we're just gonna put
the fear of God into her.

Fear of God?

What good's the fear
of God these days?

She took our hard-earned
money. She can nail us.

I don't think the fear of
God's nearly good enough.

A child of four could see these
envelopes are hermetically sealed.

They've been kept in a
mayonnaise jar since noon today.

If you could just sit and talk
to Alex for 10 minutes...

you'd understand why you have to
live in this crummy little house.

How you got cheated
of your birthright

and what you could
do to get it back.

This house is just fine with me.

I know what you stand
for. My old man

fought against it in World War II.

Maybe I should pop you right now.

My Cadillac.

She's here.

You recognise this car?

It's Jeff and Dinah's.
They're home.

Dinah.

Hi.

This is my friend, Tom Nowak.

Hi, Tom, pleased to meet you.

Why don't you both come in?

- Where's my little baby?
- There she is.

Who's here? Look.

Show your mama how
you've been walking.

Pumpkin, you can walk.

Surprise.

- Roy, what's going on?
- Over there.

Maybe you better tell
me what's going on.

Who's the new bodyguard?

He was sent to catch me.

Sure, you look real caught.

By the bail bondsman, Roy.

Take your filthy
hands off my child.

They say you can't
put a value on human

life. That's such
absolute bullshit.

I can put a value on this
little rug rat's life.

$253,000. Let's have it.

And the keys to my Cadillac, too.

Here you go.

You had the nerve to drive
my vehicle? I ought to...

The transmission's
half-shot and it pulls...

Fuck that Cadillac.
Where's the money?

It's right in the back
where you left it.

Go check it, Roy. If
it's there, honk.

Wait for me outside.
You understand?

Wait outside.

I've got some unfinished
business with this bitch.

You're gonna try to be a hero?

I'm a skip tracer.
This isn't my fight.

Then shut up and sit down.

Get the kid.

No, Roy. You're not like
them. Roy, give me the baby.

Roy, no.

Oh, God. Roy.

Come back.

Roy, come back with the baby.

Roy, come back.

That guy was good.
I'll give him that.

"It's not my fight."

You know what, darling?

He lied.

The night she was born...

I remember lying on the
table in the delivery room.

Worrying.

Worrying about Roy.

Worrying about money.

Worrying about this baby.

She seemed to have
two strikes against

her before she was even born.

Then, all of a sudden, I just...

floated up to the ceiling
of the delivery room.

I hovered there...

Looking down at myself.

And I saw how pale and sweaty...

and worried I was,
and I thought...

it's a shame she has to be
so scared all her life.

Doesn't she know everything's
going to be all right?

Because the real me...

was floating above it all.

Then the ceiling of the
delivery room just opened up...

and I just kept rising
up into the air...

until it felt like all the stars

were passing right
through my body.

And then the baby came out.

We're going to get your baby back.

- I love you.
- Drive carefully.

Bye.

All right.

You wanna be partners, we'll be
partners. Open the glove box.

I'm gonna give you your first
lesson in skip tracing.

A subtle, almost
diabolically clever way...

of obtaining documents
from locked places.

That is clever.

What does he have in here?

Roy always had a couple of those
phoney IDs hanging around.

Looks pretty good, doesn't it?

Better than pretty good.

This could fool a trooper
in California or Nevada.

This is a Ricky Z original.

We're headed west.

Okay.

Who's Ricky Z?

All right. Tommy Nowak.

How's the life force
treating you today, pal?

- All right.
- Come on in.

- Hey. Hi.
- Hi.

I wanted to know if
you remember making

this licence for a Roy Hollyfield?

Sure, boy.

I had to go into a trance on that
one. It's not funny, either.

This is the truth. Dude came
in here, he was all shaky.

His partners were all hostile...

so I just wanted to give him
a name to chill him out.

So I went into my
meditation routine.

And I came up with this
name. Roy Hollyfield.

Dude, you never introduced
me to your old lady yet.

You're the expert on
make-believe, you tell me.

I'd say Gwendolyn.

Or maybe Samantha.

But the way the world runs, your
name's probably Bonnie Sue.

- Close. Lou Ann.
- Well, see...

some people see names
the way they are.

I see names the way
they should be.

This Hollyfield licence, and
the guys he came in with...

Just a minute. Let me create
a new identity for you.

- I am on the I am.
- It's cool.

His running buddies. Can you tell
me about his running buddies?

Yeah. They were those dudes
from the Birthright.

They're clients of mine.

How could you? Those
guys are psycho.

Chill out, man.

They're just a bunch of
screw-ups who play with guns.

There's nothing more dangerous
than a screw-up with a .44.

Now concentrate, will you?
Whereabouts was their camp?

Give me a second. I'll
concentrate for you.

I want you to sign your name.

Sign "Gwendolyn de la
Croix" three times

in your most relaxed handwriting.

Listen, Tommy, I may be out
there, but I'm not an idiot...

and don't ask me to rat
on the Birthright.

She has a baby being held by speed
freaks with automatic weapons.

Wow, man. That's heavy.

God. Don't lay that on me, man.

I think I know where they are. I
think they're in the Sierras.

When they came in, they
were all weirded out...

they were wired, they were
talking like auctioneers.

One of them started calling me a

hippie. Trying to
mess with my mind.

But I let them talk because
my mind is unmessable.

Absolutely.

All right. So then they said...

there was a hippie commune on
the other side of their camp...

over near Mariposa, I think.

Then he said that on the day
of the great uprising...

he personally was
gonna make sure...

that all the hippies on
the farm were carved up.

All right.

What are you saying, man? That
it's all right to kill hippies?

I'm just saying you
did a good job.

You kept your eyes and ears open.

Well, yeah.

You act as weird as me, and
people open up on you.

Follow me?

- Catch up with you later.
- Okay.

All right. Let's look at this.

Listen, the next time I see you...

I'll have this Gwendolyn de
la Croix totally fleshed out.

Great, thanks.

Tommy. That name suits you.

Tommy Nowak.

How come you didn't turn me in
to the cops all these years?

I don't know.

People want to disappear,
reappear, change their identity.

It's all part of the game.

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah. Wow.

All right.

Yeah, that's it.

Okay. See you later.

Rest assured...

he will be avenged.

It's beyond money now.

It's beyond that female.

It's a question of
paying that lawman back.

Amen.

Roy.

Roy, I want you to think.

Was there anything
left in that Cadillac

that a smart man
might use as a clue?

No, sir. Nothing.

Except...

You got a place we can park
this car that's out of sight?

Are you staying?

Fantastic.

Sure, I'll take care
of the car for you.

I'm gonna put you in the
Hawaiian Luau Room.

Aloha.

It's eerie how much this place
looks like Hawaii, isn't it?

Yeah.

Looks like we just walked in
off the beach at Waikiki.

Maybe we'd better pull up a
palm tree and go to sleep.

It's all right, you all be
cool. Just get in and get out.

Get through, okay?
Hear what I'm saying?

Let's kick some butt.

Ricky Z.

Open up.

Ricky Z.

Ricky Z, you mangy hippie.

We want to talk to you.

We're looking for a
lawman and his old lady.

- You seen them?
- No.

I've been fasting for four days.
My eyes closed and everything.

I haven't seen anybody.

Hey, don't.

Don't act slick, Ricky Z.

It don't suit you, man.

Come on, Billy. They probably
didn't even come here.

Say hey, Roy?

Check that shit out, man.

You lied. They were here.

What'd you tell them about us?

I told them you live
in the Sierras.

Maybe some hippie commune. I don't
know. I'm too scared to lie.

Too scared? You stinking hippie.

When did they leave?

I don't know, 4:15
p.m., 5:27 p.m...

- I don't know.
- You lying son of a bitch.

Let's trash it.

All right, let's move.

I love it.

Come on, give me a light.

Having a barbecue.

Burn, baby.

I am the god of hellfire.

This is a major bummer.

We better go.

What a shame.

When we find your baby, where
are you going to go, then?

I don't know.

Some place where you
can track me down.

You up already?

I was gonna bring you some
bananas for your morning luau.

Thanks. Maybe we'll
take a rain check.

I'm Tom Nowak. I'm
a court-appointed

officer from the
State of California.

We're looking for this man.

That sounds like a nerve-whacking
job. Hope I can help you out.

Yes, sir.

He stayed here not more than
three or four weeks ago.

He did?

He said he was going
on a fishing trip.

Maybe he came up here to
contact the Birthright.

Yes indeed. This is Mr Dickhead.

Mr John A. Dickhead.

Not a bad self-description.

A fellow named John A.
Dickhead stays here...

and you don't think
that might be an alias?

Well, now, you know.

That's the first thing
that occurred to me.

But I figured, must
be a million fake

names a man could call himself...

why call yourself John A.
Dickhead unless you had to?

Got a good point there.

What do you remember
about this Dickhead?

Not a whole lot.

I tend to stick to my
knitting, so to speak.

Thanks. Where's our car?

In the coop.

In the coop?

Jiminy Crickets.

Here's one desk clerk who didn't

have his thinking
cap on last night.

That's sacrilege.

No, now it's really Roy's car.

I'm really sorry, Mr Nowak.

I'll tell you what, though.
There's a car wash down the road.

Whatever it is, it'll
come off your bill.

Didn't anyone ever
tell those chickens

not to mess with a man's vehicles?

What a mess.

Over here.

Alone at last.

Come on out, tracer.

It's over.

Come on out, boy. Right now.

Stop them.

Get the truck.

Come on, get in.

Come on, Darrell, put
the pedal to the metal.

Come on. Pass that son of a bitch.

Darrell, watch that truck.

Son of a bitch.

Damn it.

At least we got rid
of the chicken shit.

- Dial it.
- Holy Toledo.

Dial what?

Dial the number you called this
morning when you set us up.

The number of the Birthright camp.

- Yeah.
- Hello, Alex? Tom Nowak.

How you doing?

I'm okay, tracer. I'm surprised
to hear from you, though.

I thought they'd be scraping you
off the car upholstery by now.

Let's stop all the foolishness,
and start talking about a trade.

One female infant for
all our money. Even up?

Yeah. That sounds like
a good deal. Even up.

Okay.

2:00 sharp. Corner of
Nelson and Main Street.

Park the Cadillac
by the post office.

Put the money in the
trash can by the

wooden Indian on the
Northwest corner.

The kid will be on the southeast.

It's not my baby.

You bastards.

You bastards.

Where's my baby?

My Cadillac. My vehicle.

We're slicker than snot
on the doorknob, Alex.

Just like you showed us on the

chalkboard with them
"X's" and "O's."

See what happens when
you act like warriors?

When you band together as one?

He's good.

There's no question about that.

He's so good, he's got to die.

Soon.

I'm sorry about
what happened. It's

just that they got us so scared.

- Just tell me where the camp is.
- I don't know.

Really, I don't.

I do know they go to the
Pioneer Bar in Coulterville...

to have cocktails in the evening.

Cocktails?

Where's the key to that truck?

It's in it.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I have faith in you.

You do? Why?

You're crazier than they are.

But you're good crazy.

You could be one of
them, if you wanted to.

But they could never
be one of you.

Do you know what I mean?
Does that make any sense?

It does give me an idea.

What?

What are you doing?

You're not going to join them?
You're not going to their camp?

No, I'm not much of a joiner.

But I do think I ought
to go to Coulterville...

for cocktails.

What if they recognise you?

The ones who got a clear look
at me were Roy and Waycross...

and I have a hunch that Waycross
don't get around much any more.

If Roy's in there, and
he gets a look at me...

I'll just have to improvise.

If I'm not out by 1:00 a.m., don't

wait for me. You
take off, hear me?

Sure.

Girl, come on. Just give me a hug.

What'll it be?

A shot of Four Roses
and a draught.

What's a good old boy have to do
to get in trouble around here?

Calling my mother a drunken
slut would do well for openers.

Your mother...

is far too nice a lady for that.

Get me a vodka, too.
I'm going to have

a drink of everything at the bar.

What will it be this time, buddy?

I'll tell you what
it's going to be.

It's gonna be a whole new world...

where a white man can
stand tall for a change.

Right.

Spare me the rap. I've heard it
all from the dudes in the back.

How you all doing?

Bartender said there's
some real men out here.

Are you going to shoot pool,
or talk a lot of dog shit?

Better than that.
I'm going to shoot

dog shit and talk a lot of pool.

Excuse me, sir.

Say, homeboy...

I know you.

Course you do.

I'm Will Van Slyke and
you're Billy Dunston.

You're probably the
biggest celebrity

to ever hit Folsom in 1982.

- Folsom?
- Yeah.

Sure. What'd they get you for?

They got me for the three F's.

Assault with intent, B and E, and

having carnal knowledge
with a vehicle.

That little Corvette was
just begging for it.

We need this dude in our world.

Read my boy's biceps.

That's a big one.

"Death before dishonour."

Words we live by.

Carved it in with a piece
of copper wire myself.

But there's some dude around
here who's dishonoured us.

Dishonoured us.

- Who might that be?
- Skip tracer, dude.

He ripped off our leader.
Killed our baddest man.

Man. He's got to go down.

"An eye for an eye."

No, a head for an eye.

That's right.

No, thanks, man. I'm high on life.

Wait a second. The
way I see this...

you had this vehicle
trapped at the car wash...

and you still couldn't
put him down.

Man, maybe we're talking too much.

Relax, man. He's one of us.

Then let him deal with
that slimy Nowak dude.

We did everything possible.

You saying we didn't?

I'm not saying that.

You'd be more convincing if you
weren't pissing on your cigarette.

Let's get out of here.

We'll talk more tomorrow,
up at the camp.

So?

So I'm headed up there tomorrow.

Good.

I'm coming with you.

We'll talk about that later.

I want you to give
me one of your guns.

Now, look. I've got a firm
policy on gun control.

If there's a gun around, I want
to be the person controlling it.

Change your policy.

Lou Ann, I've already broken
every rule in the book.

I've written a new book
to break new rules.

How far do you want me to go?

All the way.

You know how to use one of these?

Roy taught me.

He thought it would
bring us closer

if we could go shooting together.

I can't seem to get
away from this car.

Hold it right there.

Hello, Roy. We're
here for the baby.

What's funny, Roy?

Me.

I get busted down to guard
duty, and I screw that up.

Just once in my life, I'd
like to get something right.

Why don't you get it right this
time? Help us get the kid back.

What's your plan?

Plan A is I go up to the
camp as Will Van Slyke...

and I'll keep Alex and the
rest of them diverted.

Then Lou Ann will get
the baby and take off.

What's Plan B?

Plan B is all hell breaks
loose. Get in the back.

Who's going to drive?

Be my guest.

I got the visitor here.

I can see that.

Who in the hell gave you
permission to leave your post?

Stay out of this, Will.

- Ease up on him.
- Wait a second.

I don't know you from
Folsom. I know you from...

The car wash.

Nice of you to refresh his memory.

Royann's in the last cabin,
the other side of the camp.

Wait there.

- Wait a minute.
- Wait there.

Darrell.

Will Van Slyke.

- How you doing, bud?
- How are you, pal?

You were funnier than
hell last night.

We could use a few more
laughs around here.

A few laughs.

I wanted to ask you.
I been thinking.

If we get rid of all the
blacks and all the Jews...

what are we gonna do
for entertainers?

Comedians and things like that?

We'll still have David Letterman.

Yeah, we'll still
have David Letterman.

Code Red.

That scumbag tracer is here.

So much for Plan A.

Take them up here. Go.

Come on, move.

Come on, you guys.

- You all right?
- Keep going.

Go. Move ahead.

Through there.

Move.

Let's get around
this side over here.

When I fire the first shot, I want
you to take off and keep going.

Don't worry about me. I'll be
all right. You two get going.

Okay, tracker...

time to come out.

I'm hit.

Get him.

I got her. I got the woman.

Okay, tracer.

Drop your weapon.

Right now, or she goes down.

Good.

Come on out.

Nicely.

Mess up the dude's
face. Mess it up good.

Step away, Billy D. You'll
have your fun in a minute.

How did you manage
to sneak past Roy?

People have been sneaking past Roy
most of his life. You know that.

None of this had to happen.

If you'd just stayed out of this.

If I go back to
prison, I die there.

You two could put me back there,
and slam the door forever.

So you tell me...

what choice do I have?

Take them out into the woods.

If these people are going to stand
here, pointing guns like this...

I'll have to ask you,
are you an organ donor?

Nobody shoots.

Here's the program:

We all walk back to the Cadillac.
We all leave, we all live.

I'll let Alex go a few miles down

the road. How's that sound to you?

Hold your fire.

I'm going down the hill
with these people.

I thought you'd understand.

Move.

They won't let you out of here
alive. They're not that stupid.

I disagree.

You ought to kill
me in cold blood.

Get in the car.

You won't be safe until I'm dead.

Why don't you pull
that trigger? I would.

Go. Come on.

We got to get this scumbag.

Catch them.

How you feeling, babe?

Feel like I just had this baby.

Now what are we gonna do?

Right now, you and I
are both outlaws.

So unless we wanna
go stone criminal...

that means doing bank
jobs or blackmail...

or fencing stolen
Oriental treasure...

the best thing we
could do is go back

to see the D.A. in Sacramento...

run this by him, see if we
can work it out together.

- You think we can work it out?
- I hope so.

But if they won't listen
to us and make us run...

we'll just run faster than them.

I hope this thing
clears up quickly. I

can't wait to open a
skip tracer agency.

McGuinn and Nowak.

- Wait just a minute.
- All right, Nowak and McGuinn.

We could do TV commercials.

You in that golden
blazer of yours,

and me in that hot red dress.

Might not be too bad.

I guess it could be Nowak
and McGuinn Limited.

"Let us be your fugitive people."

"Let us be your fugitive people."

Will they make me
give back the dress?

To be honest, if there's any
justice on this planet...

they'll never make you
give back that red dress.