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- Dead

or alive.

- In the last year, he's collected over 20 bounties.

All dead.

He doesn't give a damn about nothin' and nobody.

He's gonna kill this guy Panhandle Pete.

Mr. Man in Black.

You're not my type.

- Open the door! Police!

We have a warrant!

- Take a whole hell of a lot more than you

to clear me outta here.

- But I'm gonna leave a crater

six miles long and three miles deep.

I'm an excellent driver.

It's not the fiddle, it's who's playing it.

- You crazy, man, I'm a cop!

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna stop this guy.

- Hunter!

- Works for me.

♪ I've been gone for 14 days

♪ Must be my imagination

♪ Baby, did you miss me

♪ Everyday and all night long

♪ Well baby, did you miss me

♪ Tell me what's been goin' on

♪ I got this sneaky suspicion

♪ There's somethin' wrong

- I'm lookin' for a man named David Blackfoot.

Calls himself The Chief.

I was wondering which one of you boys

was gonna be neighborly enough to

point me in the right direction where I might find him.

♪ Baby, did you miss me

♪ Everyday and all night long

♪ Baby, did you miss me

♪ Tell me what's been goin' on

♪ I got this sneaky suspicion

♪ There's somethin' wrong

♪ There's somethin' wrong

♪ There's somethin' wrong

- Just what is this?

- I thought we learned what a warrant was

our first semester at the academy.

Seems you didn't do too well

on your annual qualifications, Hunter.

I got a 98 in the target shoot.

- But you didn't exactly get a perfect score

on your defensive driving course.

- I hit one cone, what's that?

- Well translated into the real world,

maybe it's one parked car.

Maybe it's one fire hydrant.

Maybe it's one innocent bystander.

And maybe you oughta let McCall do the drivin' from now on.

- I'm an excellent driver.

And besides, when you're out in the field,

your adrenaline gives you an extra edge.

Can we talk about this?

Why am I gonna pick up The Chief?

Because he's the suspect in an armed robbery.

Now that's not a logic that should escape

a homicide detective.

- Look, we know he's waitin' for his partner.

We also know he doesn't have the money.

Now McCall's got him staked out,

so why don't we just wait?

- Because we've been sittin' on this guy for a week.

Now I want him brought in now!

Before all we got left is the dust that he kicks up

when he splits town.

- I'll radio McCall.

No, you won't.

You'll go down there now!

- That's crazy.

- No, it's crazy having you two for partners.

Now you're butt's on the line

if you don't round me up a steer on this one.

And don't slam the door!

I wouldn't think of it, Captain.

But sometimes it's just a reflex action.

Sorry, I don't smoke.

Let's shag it, McCall.

- Get lost!

How'd you know it was me?

- I'm a trained detective.

The Chief is still sittin', huh?

- Hasn't left, no one's come in.

What are you doin' here anyway, I got this covered.

What?!

- Look, I've already gone over this with the captain.

If we don't bring him in,

he's gonna have Terwilliger do it.

- Great.

Alright, I'll take the front.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah, listen, if I go in there dressed like this,

no one's gonna think twice.

With you, they'll know it's a roust.

- Yeah, well don't make any friends, okay?

- I'm gonna count to three and shoot!

One.

Hope I don't see him no more.

And it might as well be you!

Off to jail bad man!

- Open the door! Police!

We have a warrant!

Hold it!

- Alright, put the rifle down.

- Whoa, Hoss.

You got it.

- Come on.

Get 'em up!

Come on down here.

- Anything you say, Officer.

At least I hope you're an officer,

or I just went and stepped in it.

- I think you went and stepped in it anyway, partner.

- What's goin' on?!

- Call the coroner!

Now just what was that little bit of business, huh?

- Would you look in my breast pocket inside?

You'll find somethin' to explain all this, alright?

Go on, look!

Look, why don't we just hog tie this little beauty

and go have ourselves a brew, what do you say?

- Keep 'em up there.

- As you can see, that's a wanted poster.

It's a $10,000 reward on the head of that Indian

for a murder back in Jersey.

Doesn't excuse you throwin' that rifle around

like Buffalo Bill Cody, now does it?

- What, are you crazy?

Guy had a bead on you.

I saved your life!

I helped you out!

- Oh, come off of it.

You had to hear both shotgun blasts.

He jumped outta the damn window.

He didn't have enough time to reload.

Both barrels were empty.

- Well I guess I just don't have

the ears and instincts that you do, Hoss, do I?

- Well I guess you don't.

And now you don't have anybody to return for this reward.

- You see,

this is why it reads "dead or alive."

- You buy this guy's story?

Droppin' dead in their tracks went out with scalping.

- My stomach's doing once-overs

which tells me this guy doesn't smell right

from the ground up.

- So you want me to take a run at him?

- What are you gonna do?

Wave your magic wand at this guy

and expect him just to spew out the almighty truth?

- Something like that.

Now, do you want me to find out what his story is, or what?

- Help yourself.

- I don't believe this.

I mean, like, I didn't do nothin'

but like go answer the call of nature,

and you guys just come in through the door

like the Incredible Hulk in the john or somethin'!

So all of a sudden,

The Chief is flyin' through the window

like he's got some sort of magic flyin' power,

like he's got wings out his back or somethin'.

All I am doin'

is makin' an outsider feel at home, right, huh?

You ever been away from home, huh?

You know how it is.

You're away from home, huh, I can tell.

Yeah, I can tell.

I got a nose for that.

Do you know anybody

in this area?

Boy, you're a real talkative type, ain't ya?

Listen, um...

If you don't mind me askin'.

You got some sort of

a personal reason for wantin' to kill The Chief?

Nothin' personal at all, sweet pea.

Just ten G's.

- Ten G's?

Boy, are you kiddin'?

He owed you ten G's?

- He owed a lotta people a lotta things.

Me, I'm just upholdin' the law.

I mean I go around cleanin' up what the cops can't.

Finish my business and I'm on my way.

- Well, if you...

You got any business to finish with The Chief,

I think your business is just about

as finished as it's gonna be, you know what I mean?

Well,

Mr. Man in Black.

If you're gonna be around,

I'm gonna be around.

- Not unless you know somebody

by the name of Panhandle Pete.

- Panhandle Pete...

Is he a party kinda guy or what?

- Not with you.

I don't think you're his type.

Of course...

You're not my type either.

Would you wake me when we land?

- Hunter.

I think I did a pretty good job

considering the guy doesn't like women.

- Doesn't like women?

Just because you couldn't kick-start him,

he doesn't like women?

Yeah, gimme everything you got.

- You think this is some sort of defense on my part, huh?

Is that what you think?

- Yeah.

Yeah, go ahead.

- Well, it's not.

Look, it just so happens

I can tell when a guy is interested and when he just

doesn't have the right engine.

- Thanks, got it.

So, the guy's gay now, huh?

- No, he's not gay.

He's just...

There's a piece missing, that's all.

- Sure.

- Look, you let me worry about how to handle men

and you worry about your driving, okay?

- My driving?

Is it all over the precinct?

- Yeah.

- I don't believe it.

- Anybody can knock over a couple of cones.

Hey, it was not a couple of cones, it was one cone,

and it was on a practice test course.

Not out in a major highw...

Forget it.

- It's forgot.

Alright, what do you got on our Doc Holliday?

- Well, apparently,

the guy's notorious in a couple of states.

He's considered persona non grata in Texas and Idaho.

Police departments never did like bounty hunters.

They're scavengers.

- Yeah, and listen to this.

In the last year, he's collected over 20 bounties.

All dead, shot in self-defense.

And he's stickin' around to waste another dude

by the name of Panhandle Pete.

- You think?

- It's his M.O.

- Yeah, this is Sgt. McCall.

Look, I want you to run down some information

on a guy named Panhandle Pete.

He's a fugitive, he's probably a bail jumper.

Nah, that's all I have.

Check the Southwest, Texas Panhandle.

That's all I got.

- Well, Jimmy Jo.

I guess you're gettin' ready to ride off into the sunset.

Why don't you let me take you down to the airport?

My way of sayin' thanks.

- You know, that's real neighborly of ya,

but I wasn't aimin' on leavin' just yet.

I hope you're not aimin' for Panhandle Pete.

- That little twist done me in, didn't she?

- No, I ran your record, partner.

Believe me, I know your game and it's not gonna fly here.

So why don't you just saddle up and move on out.

- Look, you got a piece of legal paper on me?

Because if you do, I'd love to see it, you understand?

- Well I was kind of afraid

you weren't gonna be able to read

anything that didn't have "dead or alive" printed on it.

- You're a very funny man.

- Yeah. - You make me laugh.

Except you know what?

Dead men,

they ain't funny.

- Do you really think he's goin' for it,

even though he knows we know?

- Yeah, somehow I think that makes it better for him.

- Although, it's gonna be pretty hard for him

with two cops hitched to his rear bumper.

Yeah, well, with The Chief dead,

we don't have any leads to the second man in the robbery.

The case is completely closed.

So let's go for it.

- Yeah.

Well, ain't we up with the roosters, Jimmy Jo?

- You got the grip of a bull terrier, Hoss.

- And you're cuter than a speckled pup

underneath a covered wagon.

So why don't we just drop the down-home by-Jiminys

and let me help you carry your bags to the city limits?

- You know, I do believe what you're doin'

is called harassment.

- And I do believe what you're plannin' on doin'

is committin' first-degree murder.

- You know, if it was after somebody,

it'd take a whole hell of a lot more than you

to clear me out, you understand?

- Well, not only am I gonna clear you out,

I'm gonna leave a crater

six miles long and three miles deep.

- Back where I come from,

we call that a threat.

- Works for me.

- Y'all don't bother to come on back now, hear?

Come on, he's leaving!

- Come on, let me in.

- I'm driving.

- No, you're not.

- Okay, I'm not.

- McCall!

- And she's in drive. - Come on!

Come on, step on it.

- You wanna compare driving records now?

- Cut him off, cut him off!

- I can't even go anywhere in this junker.

- He's getting away.

I guess you hit a cone.

- What are you tryin' to say, that it was my fault, huh?

It was that pile of scrap metal you drive around in.

- It's not the fiddle, it's who's holding the bow.

- Confucius 101.

Why don't you just come right out and say it?

You think it's my fault he got away.

Just say it.

- I think it's your fault he got away.

- No, it wasn't!

It was that trash heap you call a car.

I wouldn't give you ten bucks for that clunker

if I owed it to you.

- You do owe me ten dollars.

- No, I don't.

I sprung for the pizza, remember?

- Hey.

Feel like testing your luck on this lock?

No, not really.

I'd rather find something to slam the lid on this guy

that won't get tossed outta court.

Here, what do you say we try something novel?

Like a legal way into this room.

- Fire regulations?

Officers,

I know nothin' from any fire regulations.

We're lucky the toilets flush.

This should have been caught a long time ago.

Between the health department

and the Better Business Bureau,

this place sees more action that Beirut.

- Well the point is,

number three on the superintendent's fire safety code

is access to at least one fire extinguisher

for every 12 occupants.

Now this is a definite infraction.

- As far as I'm concerned,

they could shut the dump down.

Get me some time off.

I suggest you see the manager.

- Well, that'd be a real pain in the tush for all of us,

but there you go.

Why don't you come on downtown,

you can give us your statement.

- Downtown?

Are you kidding?

Well, maybe...

Maybe they're next to the staircase.

- Or maybe a couple of them could be in the rooms.

Why don't we have a random check?

Like this room, for instance.

- Maid service.

- I'll check in the closet. - Yeah.

- Oh, brother!

Hay fever.

You know, for a guy who's not interested in women,

he circled four places here.

All meat markets and hooker hangouts.

- I'll hit the street and see what I can turn.

- Yeah, I'll try to find out somethin' on Panhandle Pete.

And see if I can get myself a new car.

A new car, right.

- Hi, baby.

Sorry, Tex.

I don't know any Panhandle Pete.

And I don't deal in long redheads, you know what I mean?

Doesn't suit the normal taste of my clientele, dig?

Hey, nobody messes with Uptown Bill Brown!

Hit the trail, Tex.

- Yeah.

- And don't come back, cowboy!

You hear me?!

I was kiddin', man!

Hey!

Ain't you got no sense of humor?

- I got a great sense of humor.

Matter of fact, most of the people I meet,

they die laughin'.

Understand?

- Hey, wait, wait a minute.

I don't have any redheads, man.

But I'm sure I know somebody who does.

I do.

♪ I've been gone for 14 days

♪ Must be my imagination

♪ Baby, did you miss me

♪ Every day and all night long

♪ Well, baby, did you miss me

♪ Tell me what's been goin' on

♪ I got this sneaky suspicion

♪ There's somethin' wrong

♪ How come

♪ Baby, did you miss me

♪ Every day and all night long

- So you know this Jimmy Jo Walker personally, huh, Sheriff?

Yeah, can you hold on just a second?

Hunter.

It's McCall.

Hold on just a second, would ya?

Sheriff?

- No.

It's McCall.

- No, hold on just a second.

Sheriff?

Yeah, listen, thanks for holdin'.

I appreciate the information.

It helped a great deal.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

McCall?

McCall?

- Are you nuts?

- Yes, I am.

What's goin' on?

- This guy leaves a wake like a runaway torpedo.

I've been to three different places.

They all look like they've been hit by a hurricane.

The problem is,

nobody wants to admit the hurricane's Jimmy Jo.

- Was this guy after anything in particular,

or is it just a hobby with this guy?

He is in the market for a long-legged redhead.

There's one in particular, but he doesn't have a name.

- It doesn't make sense for a guy who's not into chicks.

Hunter, will you give it a rest?

So I was wrong.

- No, no, no, you weren't.

Listen, I just got off the phone

with a sheriff down in Alabama

who knows this guy pretty good.

And you were right on the money about this guy.

Chicks isn't in his vocabulary.

This guy's running on straight ether.

- Well then what the heck is he doin'

runnin' around town kickin' over joints

lookin' for a redhead?

Well, when you find him, you'll ask him, won't ya?

Alright, I'm gonna head on over

to the body shop on Alameda.

That was gonna be his next stop.

I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

You sure you don't want to file a complaint?

- Does it look like I wanna file a complaint?

- What, is this a joke?

- Nobody saw who did this?

- Well come on, are you kidding me?

You think this is the last place this guy's gonna stop?

- As long as it's not one of his future ones.

- The guy who didn't do this,

any idea of where he was going?

- Ginger.

He wanted to find Ginger.

And he was gonna look for her pimp.

- I take it by her name she's a redhead.

He was lookin' for a redhead who

tricks for a guy called Panhandle Pete.

I remembered her saying his name.

- Where? Where can we find her?

- She usually works out of the Tickled Pink.

- Thanks.

- Anyone, it sounds like someone's killin' her!

No, I don't know who it is!

- Where are they, what room are they in?

- I'm tryin' to call the police!

- What room?! - 204, upstairs.

- What is it this time?

- How about assault and battery and attempted murder,

you pile of pig slop?

You know, you're outta your holster

a little too soon, Hoss.

- Are you alright, Ginger?

Is anything broken?

- Is this gratitude for you or what, huh?

I mean, back where I come from,

usually get a big "yahoo"

for rescuing a little thing like that.

I mean, she almost got her butt kicked in.

- Well that doesn't wash here pal,

so put it back in your saddlebag.

- Look, I'm bein' a good Samaritan, huh?

Ain't nobody in this room gonna tell you different.

Am I right, Ginger?

- He tried to help me.

He didn't do nothin'.

- See?

I didn't do nothin'.

- I told you, it wasn't him!

It was a bad trick.

I don't know his name, I never saw him before.

He just ran out.

I hope I never see him again.

- Look,

you two better take care of the little lady.

I gotta get goin'.

And play good Samaritan to Panhandle Pete?

- Hey, honey.

Listen, I'll come back and check up on you

before I leave L.A.

Make sure you come along okay.

Alright.

- Yeah, desk?

Police emergency, I need a paramedic up here right now.

- Ginger, you told him somethin', didn't ya?

You told him where to find Panhandle Pete?

It's okay, you had to tell him.

But you did tell him, didn't you?

- I was so scared.

- Hunter?

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna stop this guy.

- What do you mean, how?

- I don't know, I'll think of somethin'.

But he's ahead of us on laps

and I just gotta flag him off the track.

- You know, I'd say you need drivin' lessons, Hoss.

- You know, everybody's been telling me that lately.

- You looking at anything in particular?

- I noticed you got a back seat.

- What'd you expect to find?

- I got a couple of friends that were bounty hunters once

and you know what they told me?

That if you took out the back seat altogether,

you had more room to anchor the shackles down to the floor.

You know, to help keep the prisoners that you picked up

from givin' you trouble when you're takin' 'em in.

But then again, I guess the people you pick up

don't give you much trouble at all, do they?

- What do you want?

- I want you to get out of the car.

- What'd you have in mind, Rick?

- You've been leavin' a trail from bar to bar

all over the city, Jimmy Jo.

- Is that what people are sayin' about me?

- Yep.

You're a real fine upstanding patron, you are.

You come in, you order your drinks,

and then you move on.

- I don't see nothin' wrong with that.

- Nah, neither do I.

As long as you're able to walk

that one single white line right there.

- What are you kiddin'?

What line?

- Now, see, that's bad, that's real bad.

We're gonna have to give you a motor response test.

I want you to shut your eyes and extend your arms

and see if you can touch your nose.

- You know, I'm gettin' the feelin'

like you're tryin' to square dance with me.

I'm a little concerned where this is leadin'.

- Downtown.

So you can submit to a blood alcohol test.

But don't worry.

Before you know it, you'll be free,

and outta town before rush hour traffic.

You must single-handedly put a damper

on the tourist trade of this entire city.

- We got laws in this burg.

I'm just tryin' to keep the streets safe for everybody.

Who knows, the life you save may be your own.

It's my life I'm worried about, Sgt. McCall.

- I'm worried about you too, Ginger.

I'm also worried about who this guy Walker is after.

If you don't help me to nail Jimmy Jo,

there's a real good chance he's gonna come back,

to you or to the other people he's terrorized.

The only way to stop this

is for you to help me put him away.

- I can't.

Look, you and I both know what'll happen.

You'll arrest him.

He'll go before a judge and

either he'll get off on bail

or he'll be set free on his own recognizance.

And then what?

I've got no place to run to or hide.

- Look, Ginger.

I don't know what to say to you,

except this guy is gonna kill somebody.

- He knows you and Hunter know.

He wouldn't try anything.

- Look.

I don't know what it is that spins this guy's windmill,

but he is goin' for it!

He doesn't give a damn about nothin' and nobody.

He is gonna kill this guy Panhandle Pete,

and when he's done, he's gonna kill somebody else.

And then if he feels like it, he's gonna kill somebody else!

Ginger, I don't mean to stand here

and to yell at you after everything you've been through,

but you are my only chance at stopping him.

Now look.

Ginger,

I promise I'll do everything...

I'll do more than everything to protect you.

I will personally babysit you say and night

until he's convicted and sent away.

I'll move you in with me.

Ginger, you have to tell me what you told him.

You just have to.

- Panhandle Pete was friends with the Chief?

Yeah, Ginger says once or twice

when she was working in the bar that

Pete came in with a seven-foot Indian.

She said Jimmy Jo seemed to know they were friends.

Well, if they both came into Los Angeles together,

that means they're probably both from New Jersey.

And that's where the wanted poster on the Chief was from.

I'll run it by R and I and see what tips up.

- Ginger says that

he was staying at the Marquis Plaza,

bungalow 12 on Sunset since last Sunday,

so I'll go over there and check it out.

- Marquis Plaza, huh?

That's a pretty swank place

for a guy with the name of Panhandle Pete.

- Yeah, well I'll point that out to him when I see him.

- Hey, listen.

What about our Alabama baby?

Any chance of running into him?

- Nah, he's off the game board.

I got him outta commission, at least for a while.

- Drunk driving?

If you think if you're gonna get away with this thing,

you're elevator's not going all the way up.

Look, Captain, I was just tryin'

to shut the guy down legitimately.

- Legitimately?

You called this beefed up nonsense legitimate?

You know, Hunter,

there are actually times when I honestly forget

why it is I don't like you.

And then, boom, just as soon as that happens,

you come along and ram it right up my nose.

We can't go around fabricating charges like this.

- It wasn't a fabrication, Captain.

The guy had at least three drinks,

which puts him over the legal blood alcohol limit.

Look, all I wanted to do with this guy

is get him off the bricks long enough

to figure out what his game was.

And we did.

- What's this?

- It's an outstanding warrant from the State of New Jersey

on a Peter Montain.

He's a long-time associate of David Blackfoot's.

- The Chief?

You mean this is what he's been hangin' around for?

A thousand-dollar reward poster?

Come on.

Look, Captain, he knows McCall and I are on him.

He's not hangin' around town for a measly thousand bucks.

He's got something else bigger in mind.

Something like $113,000.

- The amount of money in the bank holdup.

- Montain's moniker is Panhandle Pete,

and he got that was playing lookout on armed robberies

by positioning himself outside the places

they were gonna hit.

Out of the eyewitness testimonies,

two mentioned a blind guy

panhandling out in front of the bank

the day it was hit.

Now, Panhandle Pete was the second guy

in that bank robbery, Captain.

Jimmy Jo figures he probably still has the money.

He was gonna bag him,

make him turn the money over to him,

and then probably waste him.

Now McCall has a line on Panhandle Pete.

What I want to do with Walker

is keep him locked up until I can get Pete into custody.

- It's not possible.

- Why not?

- Walker was released just before I called you in here.

McCall.

- McCall, this is Hunter, do you copy?

McCall!

McCall!

- You crazy, man, I'm a cop!

- My god!

Are you all right?

- That scumball took my gun.

- Yeah, and as soon as he catches up with Panhandle Pete,

he's gonna take the hundred and ten grand, too.

And since he took the time to pound on a cop,

chances are he's gonna fill that baby blue drop top up

and point it toward Mexico.

- I think he chipped a tooth, too.

- That adds character.

- I really think you should come down to get x-rayed.

Who knows what's going on inside.

- I'm fine, I'm fine, really.

Thank you anyway, you did a terrific job.

Don't worry, I won't let her change any flats.

- Whoa.

How come on Ben Casey they always used to say,

"It's just a concussion?"

Well maybe you better go to the hospital after all.

- Will you lay off, alright?

I'm not goin' to any hospital.

You guys can get rid of the gurney, okay?

I'm fine, really.

- Feel free to spill all over the floor.

- Alright, I didn't mean to...

Wait a minute.

I am not in any condition to have to apologize to you.

- Newsflash.

Looks like our boy Panhandle Pete

envisions himself behind the wheel

of a brand-new Chrysler.

You sure that's not too heavy for ya?

A little bit of humor there.

- Hunter.

The Chief and Pete pulled off the robbery

and Pete made off with the money, right?

- So?

- So the Chief's sittin' in a furnished armpit

and Pete's in the Marquis Plaza in a suite.

You think maybe he's startin' to spend his share of money?

- Prestige Motors.

- You think?

- Is this lady bait or what?

The double plush mats, like I promised.

If I could afford a car like this,

I'd be divorced in an instant.

- Hang tough, my man, maybe you will someday.

- I wish!

Let me get this out of your way and you're off.

Rocko,

don't miss those whitewalls.

- Look out, mamas.

I'm comin' at ya.

- Get out.

That's right.

That's right.

- You a cop?

You ain't that lucky, Hoss.

Now we're gonna go for a little walk

and you're gonna act like you're lovin' it,

you understand?

Or you're gonna make a mess all over your shiny car.

Move.

- Little bother to help me.

- Okay, I won't.

Here.

That's for you.

- Oh!

I'm touched, really.

What are you gonna use?

- Where did you get that?

- It's a graduation gift from my dad.

- All I got was a brand-new set of encyclopedias.

- Let's go, get in.

You drive.

- Where? Where are we goin'?

Wherever you got the hundred thousand stashed.

- But I...

- No, no, no.

You put the pedal to the metal

or I'll do you right here, you understand?

Now drive.

- Excuse me.

I called a few minutes ago

and I was told that Pete Montain

was gonna pick up his new car sometime today.

- Actually, he was picking it up just two minutes ago.

- Where'd he go?

- There he is!

Mr. Montain!

- Hold it, Jimmy Jo!

- Hit it!

- Get down!

Police business.

- Thanks.

- Come on, shake him!

- Freeze!

Spread 'em, right now!

- Hunter!

♪ Tell me what's been goin' on

♪ I got this sneaky suspicion

♪ There's somethin' wrong

♪ There's somethin' wrong

♪ There's somethin' wrong

- You dare,

actually dare,

to put in a request for another vehicle

after arranging it with that car company

so that we have to reimburse them

for damages done to two,

count 'em, two luxury sedans?

You got some sense of humor, Hunter.

- And he complimented us

on the apprehension of Panhandle Pete

in connection with the bank robbery,

and locating the missing $100,000.

And get this.

He was hoping that you would feel better

and that your ribs would soon mend.

- You are a terrible liar.

- No, I'm not, I'm a great liar.

- If he was in such a great mood and so beholden to us,

then why didn't you hit him up for a car?

- You see, McCall, I wouldn't do that.

There's simply no reason to ask for another car.

We don't need another car.

There's nothing wrong with this car.

There was nothing wrong with the other car.

Nothing that couldn't be fixed by a little tune-up.

- Or a crusher.

- You see, McCall.

It's not the fiddle.

It's who's playing it.

- You think?