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(wind whistling softly)

MEN (in distance):
Hyah! Hyah!

(men continue shouting,
whistling in distance)

Hey.

What's your count?

176 head.

It's a big day
at the auction.

We'll see.

(cattle mooing)

What's going on?

(men shouting)

Damn it!

(engine roaring)

MAN:
Pa, we're losing the herd!

Hey, Pa!
Let your dad go.

We're losing time.

Got to get them in
before nightfall.

Hyah.
(clicks tongue)

Vincent Savino
in the flesh.

I used to see him
in the neighborhood

until they sent him
to run Havana.

You gave me your word.

I told you I'd do my best.

That plane just
scattered my herd.

And what am I supposed
to do about that, Ralph?

You can start by paying me
for the six tractor trailers

I'm gonna have to
turn around empty tomorrow.

I don't know, boys.

Instead of talking to
us, sounds to me like

he should be
rounding up his heifers.

I can't round up 200 ton of beef
with 30 minutes of daylight.

Well, I can't land a 300-ton

northbound DC-6
with gusts of 30 knots.

Sure you can.

You bring them in
from the east,

over the casinos,
just like you said.

(chuckles)

Where this town
is headed, Ralph,

either take the money or you
get the shaft; I made my choice.

You don't like it,
move your ranch.

That's not going to happen.

Then get your nag out
of here or I'll have you

arrested for
trespassing.

You heard the man.

(people murmuring)

You made good time.

Yeah.

Cowboy can take
a punch, huh?

(sirens wailing)

(lively jazz music playing)

(crowd whistling)

I don't have time
to be back here.

It's all been arranged
by the campaign, Mr. Mayor.

It's a quick backstage
publicity shot with Liberace.

It'll get you more ink than
a hundred PTA meetings.

Where is Sheriff Clyde?

I've been
calling him all week.

He's in Reno with
his paramour.

That's, uh, French
for "girlfriend."

And you need one.

No, what I need
is a sheriff.

How am I supposed to run
on a law-and-order ticket

when the law's off
chasing chippies?

Mr. Mayor, District Attorney.

Sorry to interrupt.

We're off the clock,
Katherine.

They found a girl,
murdered, out on the NTS.

Governor's niece.

(sirens wailing)

KATHERINE:
Her name is Samantha Meade.

She worked in accounting
at the Savoy.

She left last night,
she never made it home.

Her car's still in the lot.

An Air Force driver
spotted her body on a sweep.

They're planning
an atomic blast next week.

DISTRICT ATTORNEY:
Where's the governor?

He's in Carson at a conference.
He's been notified.

Mother's flying in from Reno.

Take a car to the airport.

Meet her the second
she steps off that flight.

Hold her hand. Don't let her
get out of earshot.

Go. Now.

Governor's going to
need to hear from us.

Find a phone, call him.

Express our condolences.

Tell him we won't rest until
we find Samantha's killer.

All right.

I'm done waiting
for the sheriff!

You, Deputy,
what's your name?

Armstrong, sir.

Okay, Armstrong, call dispatch,

send a car to this man's ranch.

I want him
brought back here.

His name is Lamb.

Ralph Lamb. Got it?

MAN (over radio):
Calling car two-one-niner.

You have Ralph Lamb in custody?

MAN: He's in the back
of my car right now.

The mayor wants him
out at the test site.

10-4.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

Ah, get those off him.

For crying out
loud, Ralph.

Next time you have a problem
with the planes, talk to me.

Didn't concern you.

This does.

It's the governor's niece.

Sheriff's M.I.A., and
the rest of them...

I can't take
the chance.

The governor's gonna
be in my office

first thing
tomorrow morning.

I need you to
find this killer.

I'm not a cop.

You were, back
in the war.

An MP and a
damn good one.

I don't expect you
to work for free.

I don't want your money.

You get those planes to quit

flying over my land,
we got a deal.

Maybe I can talk
to Blanchford.

Take away the "maybe."

What's her name?

Samantha Meade.

Where you going?

Get the body
out of there

before the coyotes come.

You going back after this
sheriff business is over?

I'm gonna be here
as long as they want me here.

You know, things aren't
as bad as they think they are.

You'll find out
for yourself, Vin.

I'm taking care
of business.

That's not
what I hear.

The Savoy's barely
been open six months.

You're leaking cash,
your counts are thin,

and you got a rat
running loose.

I'm on it.
No, you're not.

Now, Red, you're
not going anywhere.

It's open season
out here.

Every crew in the country
is planting their flags.

I'm gonna plant mine.

You're gonna be
like my right hand.

Huh?

I'm glad to hear you
say that.

Just got to deal with
one thing at a time.

First, we
find the rat.

(punches landing, man grunting)

I warmed him up for you.

Nobody told him to do this.

It's okay, Mr. Savino.

I understand.

Do I know you?

Toby Grasso.

I dealt blackjack for you
at the Colonial.

You know what we want to know?

Yeah.

Where Sheriff Clyde
might be hiding.

And?

He's at his sister's house
in Henderson.

Did I tell you
to lay hands on this man?

No.

Did I tell you
to lay hands on this man?!

Did I?!

This the way you do business?

With animals?

Take a couple
weeks off.

Come see me when you get back.

Who's supposed to
round up the 600 head

going to market next week?

Oh, Francisco
can handle it.

Yeah, we got five ton of feed

due to be dropped off
this afternoon.

Already told you, little
brother, you're coming with me.

You're good
with numbers

and you're better
with people than I am.

Well, that bar's fairly low,
big brother.

What do I know about
catching criminals?

Ask a few questions, listen
to what people have to say.

What they don't say
is just as important.

We're doing all this

'cause of those planes?

Well, it's
planes today.

Tomorrow, it'll
be a highway

running right through
the middle of this ranch.

You want that?

Where's Don Simmons?

Don's just out
of Warm Springs.

Did 11 months for running
bootleg cigarettes.

We need a
good tracker.

So, you, me, Don--
what about Dixon?

We'll leave him here;
he can help Francisco.

Oh, you want the herd wandering
out in the interstate again?

Dixon's in.

Where is he?

You don't want to know.

RALPH:
You didn't say she was married.

I left that part out.

(man and woman shouting)

That would
be your son.

Come on, Dixon!

Come on!

No! No, no!

(shouting)

Incoming!

(bullet ricochets)

Whoa!

We don't tie
this up fast,

the governor's gonna
aim that shiny new

gaming commission at us
like a bazooka.

That's why I want Lamb
to handle it.

Why? The deputies

can report to me.
A district attorney's

a bit more qualified
than a cattle rancher.

You know, back in the war,
I was C.O. of Lamb's unit.

We were based in Naples.

Out on maneuvers,

we found a dead girl
in the woods,

throat slit.

Then other girls turned up dead.

Lamb took charge
of the investigation.

He didn't rest.

Locals had a village kid
fingered for the killings.

They were about to put
a bullet in his head when...

Lamb finds an order for morphine
coming into the quartermaster.

We hadn't seen any action
for a couple of weeks,

so he wonders
why we're running low.

He looks at the victims' bodies
and finds...

marks in their necks.

Lamb figured out our medic
was knocking the girls cold

with the drug, raping them,

then slicing them up.

Word got to command
that Lamb solved it.

Next thing I know,

he got transferred
to a special unit.

You find me a man like that,

and I'll send Lamb back
to his cattle ranch.

But you're not that man.

(buzzing)

WOMAN:
Mayor, your 10:00.

Send them in.

That's French for, "We're done."

DISTRICT ATTORNEY: He wants
to sink his career, fine.

I'm not going down with him.

Who's this guy, Lamb?

Our families' ranches
are next to each other.

Uh-huh.
The Lambs have been out there
since the Indian Wars.

He's got a brother.
What else?

A son, Dixon.

His wife passed away
when he was in the war.

He stayed on his ranch
ever since he got back.

So, what's his angle?

A piece of the casino,
land rights on the strip?

I think he just wants
to run his ranch.

MAN:
Hey, Vincent,
you here now?

Looks that way.

You're gonna love it.
Paradise.

(chuckles)
That's what they tell me.

That's a nice watch.

Thanks.

Write him up and fire him.

Get out of here.

What the hell was that?

(indistinct whispering)

What's this now?

It's flowers; it's nice.
It spruces...

Get rid of them.

Vince, it's part of...

They're blocking the eye.

Get rid of them, I said.

At a casino?

Samantha worked
in the credit department.

RALPH:
Uh, do you mind,

ma'am, us asking

why you didn't know this?

My daughter and I
haven't spoken for a year.

I didn't know
where she was living.

I assumed it was
with that young man.

And who might that be?

A day laborer at our ranch.

Cale Green.

Samantha was smitten with him.

He was handy
with the horses.

She knew how I felt, and she
continued to see him anyway.

So when she went away to school,
I fired him.

She found out

and...

ran away to be with him.

And that's the last
we've spoken.

Don.

Looks like you survived
Warm Springs okay.

I made it back.

Whoever did it came at night.

Too exposed during the day.

Brushes are broken
along the path.

Looks like he dragged the body
from the car.

Could put the body
anywhere for 20 miles.

Why here?

Probably figured

she'd be blown to pieces

in that atomic blast
they got planned.

(thump)

Hey, come here.
Give me a hand.

That's where he wanted
to put her.

(siren wailing)

Justice is here.

Whoo-hoo.

Oops.

Don, come here.

Motorcycle.

Been out here
a couple of days at least.

It would be hard to
carry a dead body

out on a bike.

What's it doing here, then?

DIXON:
I tracked down
Samantha's boyfriend.

He's been working
out at the rodeo

the last couple months.

They've been living
in an Airstream out there.

Where is he now?
He's at work.

Heard about Samantha.
Boss said he's pretty messed up.

So, uh,

just tell us what you were doing
Friday night.

Drinking in my trailer.

Alone.
Bad answer.

Well, it's the truth.

Find a better one.
Your girl is dead.

When is the last time
you talked to her?

That night.

I was due to ride saddle bronc.

Then Samantha calls and says
that she has to work late.

Again.

I let my thoughts
get away from me,

started thinking maybe
she was seeing some other guy.

Have to make you pretty angry,
her cheating on you.

I would never
lay a finger on her.

She gave up everything
to be with me.

I never could figure out why.

So, what did you do
after the rodeo?

Went to my trailer,

drink anything that was wet.

Then I woke up
in my truck.

That's all I remember.

Next time we come back...

remember more.

Hello.

Good morning, Katherine.
Ralph.

Jack.
Katherine O'Connell.

Haven't seen you
since you left for New York.

Thought we lost her for good.

Well, you got me back.

I missed the dust.

Heard about your skirmish
at the airport.

Yeah.

Didn't my daddy and your daddy
square off

over some water
rights once?

Oh, you mean the...
the water your daddy stole?

As far as those planes go,

that's a battle
you're not gonna win.

Who said it was about winning?

I've been assigned

to the Samantha Meade homicide.

I assume you just talked
to the boyfriend.

RALPH:
He's short an alibi.

And he was drinking the
night she went missing.

Drunken boyfriend
without an alibi.

Nevada juries convict on less.

All that's missing is proof.

Katherine.

Where are you going now?

Down to the hotel
where she worked.

Boyfriend thinks she was
seeing somebody else.

Don't they all?

(engine starting)

Terrible thing
about that girl.

I hope I can help
you in some way.

I appreciate that.

I saw your little dustup at
the airport the other day.

I didn't take you for a cop.

I'm a rancher.

Most of the time.

Three on one,
pretty impressive.

It was just a little, uh,

misunderstanding.

(chuckles)
I'm sure it was.

Gentlemen.

This is Bob Perrin.

He runs our credit department.

Any questions you have,
he'll answer.

Oh, the mayor's having a little
party here tomorrow night.

An election fund-raiser.

Be my guest;
bring your family.

That's very kind of you,

but, uh, I wouldn't know
what to do with all that fun.

Well, if you change
your mind,

you and your guests
are welcome.

Samantha was responsible
for determining credit lines

for our guests.
You saw her at work Friday?

Oh, she was there when I left.

Jodie Kent stayed later,

and when she returned
from her break,

Samantha was gone.

Her boyfriend thinks she
was seeing someone else.

Talked about late
nights at work.

You know anything
about that?

We promoted her
to a high-roller account

a few months ago.

It's a very demanding position.

As far as her romantic life,

I wish I could help you.

Alice Meade's family
is loaded.

Father hit it big with gold
in Ely back in the '20s.

Samantha could whistle,

and her family would buy her
out of any trouble.

Sounds like she wanted
to do it her way.

I just ran into Sam Hylan.

He's headed over

to the ranch tomorrow
to vaccinate that new mare.

He wants to know
who's gonna be there.
I'll call him.

What did you find
out from security?

Uh, said they saw Samantha
in an elevator around 7:00,

but they didn't see her leave
through any of the main exits.

How else
could she get out?

I want you to
check her accounts.

Find out if she was
having any trouble

with any of the
big high rollers.

And I want to see
her notebooks.

I want to find out what
she was writing in them.

Where you going?

She had to get
out of here some way.

(engine revving)

(biker yelling indistinctly)

(moaning)

(gasps)

Sorry.

(yelling)

BIKER:
Come on, guys!

Son of a bitch!

Motorcycles.

(grunts)

MAYOR:
Well, that's what you get for
pie-hawking those lovebirds.

You're lucky
that the bellman

only popped you once.
It wasn't the bellman.

KATHERINE:
That's what hotel
security said

when they found
you on the floor.

Whoever killed Samantha

was afraid
that I'd find something,

and I did.
I saw blood.

That's why I got hit.

We went over the area,

and we didn't find anything.

It doesn't matter.

You found

motorcycle tracks
next to the body.

Those bikers tore up Barstow,
Boulder City,

and now here.

Tracks don't mean
they killed her.

But it does mean
they were out there,

and the district attorney,
he feels that...

bikers make good suspects.

He thought the boyfriend
was one, too,

but I'm not sure
he did it, either.

Well, if we don't
do something,

the governor is gonna authorize

the National Guard to get
those bikers off the streets.

Soldiers marching
outside your casinos.

That'd be really good
for business.

I don't suppose
you have a better idea.

Well, I was thinking

about, uh...

...a roundup.

(whooping and hollering)

MAN:
Take a ride with a real man!

(laughter)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wail)

Turn around!
Let's get out of here!

Come on!

Get out of my way!

(tires screeching)

Move!

(grunts)

You don't look like the law.

I've been hearing that.

RALPH:
Name's Samantha Meade.

She was found dead
next to some motorcycle tracks.

I got a man
out there right now

checking to see if those tracks
match your tires.

Which they will.

Now, if you killed her,

I don't expect you
to say a word.

But if you saw
something out there,

that's different.

A lot of these charges
can disappear.

Get me my lawyer.

The tracks match.

But we got a problem.

What's that?
Flowers.

DON:
They sprouted up yesterday.

Cryptanthum flowers.

My uncles use them for rashes.

Good to know,
come rash season, Don.

Can we go back now?

Flowers pop up like this,

it means it rained
a few days ago.

And the park rangers confirmed
that it rained

the night before
Samantha was killed.

Well, that's still wet.

Means the hole was dug
the night it rained.

That's when the Angels
were in Barstow.

150 miles away.

JACK:
So they didn't kill her.

(grunts)

Well, the tracks match.

They were out here
at some point.

Just not dumping
Samantha's body.

You ever get
Samantha's notebooks?

I asked yesterday;
nothing yet.

Maybe there's a reason.

CERVELLI:
Everybody's here.

Joey Skins and Fat Frankie
from New York.

I just saw Liccavoli
from Detroit by the cage.

The cowboy over there
is Mert Hayes.

He owns The Tumbleweed
and everything around it.

Word is he's putting
it on the market.

All of it?
All of it.

Mr. District Attorney.

Always on the job.

Howdy, Mert.

Sheriff, pull yourself together.

I'm working on something.

Just sit tight.

WOMAN:
Cigarettes?

This is a party,
not a funeral, so...

act like you're
having fun.

We're here for business.

Yes, we are.

My goodness.

Is that a plane I hear?

Or is that just
my heart taking off?

(women giggle)

I need a drink.

Amazing what running
water can do.

Here's where you
tell me I look nice.

You look nice.

Thank you, Ralph.
That's very kind.

SAVINO:
Deputy Lamb.

Delighted to see
you could make it.

How's the head?

Still hard.

I'll second that.

Oh, uh, Mr. Savino,

Assistant District Attorney
Katherine O'Connell.

It's a big night
for law enforcement.

I'd better be
on my best behavior.

Uh... Miss O'Connell,
Deputy, excuse me.

Pleasure.

Mayor loves those types.

And the money they bring.

Yeah, well...

they bring in
all kinds of things.

Gum? Really, Lamb?

It is such a
terrible habit.

I've seen worse.

MAN (over P.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen,

please make your way
to the ballroom...

CERVELLI:
I want you to keep
an eye on the cowboy.

I don't trust him.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

We're closing.

Oh. Sorry.

MAN (over P.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen,
please give a warm

round of applause
for Mayor Ted Bennett.

(cheering, applauding)

BENNETT:
We all know

that from Glitter Gulch
to the Strip,

this town burns brighter
than Times Square at night.

BENNETT (muffled):
In ten short years,

we have turned
our little burg into

one of the hottest places
in America.

...your vote for a second term,

ladies and gentlemen,
I promise you this:

you ain't seen nothing yet.

BENNETT:
If you liked our past,
you will love our future.

I bring you the new Las Vegas!

(applause, music plays)

Miles of luxury hotels,

state-of-the-art casinos...

RALPH:
Mind looking up a guest for me?

Last name Monaco.

CLERK:
Uh... no one by that name.

We do have a Monaco Suite
up on the third floor.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Who was staying
there Friday night?

Fellow named Stuart Mills.

He's from St. Louis.

Left Saturday.

Must've been in a hurry.

He, uh, forgot his cash
and bags in the room.

We've been calling, but his wife
says he's not home yet.

SAVINO:
Too noisy in there for you?

Ah, no.

I'm just not much for crowds.

Oh, a man after my own heart.

How about that?

Next time you
want to take a tour,

let us help.

We don't want any more
accidents happening around here.

It's bad for business.

Name's Stuart Mills, one of
Samantha's high-roller accounts.

Checked out of the hotel so fast
the morning after the murder,

he left all his stuff behind.

I don't suppose
you told the casino

you broke into their office.

Oh, what they don't know
won't hurt 'em.

You look like ready cash.

Bill Van Dyke. I represent
the motorcycle enthusiasts

you've erroneously detained.
Oh.

Just flew in from L.A. and
I'd like to see my clients.

You bet.

Let me escort you.

Wake up, boys.
Cavalry's here.

What are you doing?

I am not seeing
my clients in this cell.

You can't lock him in there.

Man wants to talk
to his clients.

A dozen bikers.

Should take all day.

Excuse me, open...
open the...

Lunch is at noon.

VAN DYKE:
Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Mr. Mills ain't going back
to his job any time soon.

Spoke to a switchboard
operator at the Savoy.

Candy or Lou Ann?

Samantha made
five calls last week

to the bank
where Mills worked.

She wanted to verify his income,

'cause it was listed
at 15 grand a year,

and he was taking out markers
for five times that.

Bank manager looks into it...

Mills was stealing.

Can I finish?

He was skimming from the bank

to pay off his casino markers.

No one had any idea
until Samantha called.

Explains why he'd kill her.

RALPH:
We're looking for a man

by the name of Stuart Mills

out of St. Louis.

Flat-busted broke.

Probably reaching out
for cash.

Is it serious?

It's going to be serious
if we don't find him.

Hmm. Give me a dollar.

What for?

I'm superstitious.

Guy pawned it earlier
today for 120 bucks.

Well, what do you know?

And he's staying
at the Westward Ho.

Sheriff, you look like hell.

Did you find out
why these guys are after me?

Chicago thinks you talked
to the Gaming Commission.

I...

I never said a word!

Screw the Commission.

I want the Feds here now.

And I want a free pass
out of the state.

They don't give that
away for nothing.

I'll tell them where
the bodies are buried.

You hear what they're
cranking out up at Hoover?

Four billion
kilowatt hours each year.

They didn't put these towers up

to light up a bunch
of two-bit bingo parlors.

Somebody was dreaming big.

Yeah, well, they can
keep on dreaming.

I'm done here.

It seems so.

Good-bye, Clyde.

(truck roars past,
dogs bark)

(knocking)

JACK:
Stuart Mills,
you in there?

(pained gasp)

Where you going?

I'm not lying to you.
I didn't touch that girl.

Then why are you hiding?

She came to my room
about a week ago.

She, uh, wanted
a source of income

for the money I laid off
at the casino.

I told her I had a deal
with management.
Who?

Bob Perrin. He's, uh,
the credit manager over there.

What kind of deal?

I got underwater big-time
about a year ago shooting craps.

Bob starts talking about going
to my bank.

Telling everybody
about my debts.

He said, if I wanted
to get things straight, I...

I'd better start
borrowing from my bank.

JACK:
Who else knows
about your,

uh, arrangement?

Just Perrin. He wanted to keep
things between us.

He said I could keep
gambling after he got his cut.

And then Samantha starts
asking questions.

Must have rubbed you
the wrong way.

Nice, honest girl like her
took pride doing her job right.

You just had to kill her.

It was Perrin, all right?

He told her to back off
after I complained,

but she wouldn't listen.

She made an appointment
with the top brass.

JACK:
Perrin couldn't
let that happen.

They'd know he cooked the books.

I figured he'd just make
the problem go away.

You know, uh, buy her off,
get her a better job.

Then I read the papers.

Remember everything
you said.

We're going downtown.
You're going to tell the D.A.

(people gasping, clamoring)

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Boss! Boss, I'm sorry.
I tried to stop them.

We're here for Perrin.

You need to step out
into the lobby.

This is my house.

You don't walk into my house.

Not unless
you want me in yours.

I have a warrant
for his arrest

for the murder
of Samantha Meade.

Then go and arrest him.
He's not here.

Unless you have
a search warrant,

I suggest you
and your boys

get the hell out
of my casino.

You're trespassing.

I am the law here,
Mr. Savino.

And I will decide
who's breaking it.

Let's have a look
at Mr. Perrin's desk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

If you want to shoot
a deputy sheriff

in the back,
you go ahead, Mr. Savino.

Doesn't strike me as a
smart move first week in town.

Especially since my brother

was a state champion
with a Winchester 30-30.

(rifle cocks)

(wrench rasping)

How are we doing?
A few minutes more.

(sirens approaching)

(tires screech)

(four gunshots)

(tires squeal)

Go! Go!
Head him off!

(sirens wailing)

(tires squeal)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(Perrin gasping)

You about done?

All right, let's go.

KATHERINE:
Yes, I understand.

We may not have enough
to convict.

A Savoy maid said
she saw Perrin go

in a second floor
room the same time

Samantha was in
the elevator.

It looks like he killed her,

took her body out
a service entrance.

That's why he didn't want you
poking around.

But nobody saw him
with the body.

We don't have an
eyewitness, but I can

only work with what I have.

Maybe you need more.

My civil rights have been
violated!

My clients' civil rights
have been violated!

Shut up!

Listen to her.

Should you insist
on a trial,

and in the interim,

your clients' motorcycles
were inadvertently damaged

by paving equipment...

RALPH:
Oh, those fellas
tend to run

things over first,
ask questions later.

...we could not be
held responsible.

However, should
you cooperate

with the murder
investigation,

we would guarantee
suspended sentences

on the vandalism
charges

and your clients will
ride away free men

on their bikes.

Does that pretty mouth
do more than talk?

What are you...?!

That was rude.

Now, a good bike
is like a good horse.

You find one you like,
you don't let it go.

That night in Boulder City...

...we went riding out
in the flats.

Came across this guy dragging
something off the road.

He sees us, he drives off.

Then we saw that dead girl.

And then we just got the hell
out of there, man.

Who was gonna believe
we didn't do it?

Did you get a look at the guy?

Nah, too dark.

What about the car?

One of those Cadillacs.

A blue one.

KATHERINE:
It's Perrin's car.

How much he get us for?

Not that much.

Accounting can handle it.

That's good.

We don't want him talking,
though.

I've got people on the inside.

But the cowboy--

he could be a real problem.

I'll handle him

when the time comes.

Thank you, Mrs. C.

You're welcome, Vincent.

Thanks, Mom.

One thing at a time.
One thing at a time.

I heard you caught the guy.

She wasn't cheating on you.

I wish I could have met her.

People will tell you
that the hurt goes away.

For some, it does.

I know you didn't have
to come down here.

If you need work,
I'm always looking for a hand.

If I ever come back,
I'll look you up.

I need you to come with me.

*

BENNETT:
You got yourself a
new job, Sheriff.

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