That's not part of the deal.
Where's my other half?
We'll give it to you when we get back, if she's still there.
She's there, all right.
Gentlemen.
Ohh!
I got 'em here for you, Mr. Stark.
Just like you said.
You did a good job, Pop Fly.
Can I get my money now, Mr. Stark?
Teresa.
- Anybody home? - Looks like she ain't here.
Come on, Pepper! Come on!
Kick this mule!
- Aah! Damn! - You okay?
I'm all right! I'm all right!
Oh, no.
You reckon somebody'll find him?
We ain't got time to worry about that now, Pepper. Come on.
Okay, we got a whole new plan.
- What's that? - Let's get the hell out of here while we still got two nuts each.
Teresa's still out there, Pepper.
Goddamn it, don't go hardheaded on me.
There's nothin' we can do. Those guys damn near killed us.
Let the police handle this. They get paid to get shot at.
You always fade in the stretch, don't you, Pepper? Just like Vegas.
Boy, that rodeo again. You got a memory like a damned elephant.
I remember when a friend lets me down.
We were one steer away from the national championship...
- and you don't even show up. - We won State, didn't we? Got the buckles to prove it.
It ain't about winnin' buckles, Pepper.
- It's about being able to count on a friend. - It's just a damn rodeo.
It was more than a rodeo! It was a down payment on my ranch!
I'd been dreamin' about that since we were wearin' short pants and ridin' stick horses.
But you don't care about other people's dreams.
You sure as hell don't care that Nacho died for his.
I don't see how lettin' some crazy bastard shoot our fuzzy asses off...
is gonna bring Nacho back to life.
- Get out. - What?
Get the hell out!
Sonny!
Taxi!
Asshole!
I didn't mean you, pardner. Follow that red pickup.
I've come to pick up my guns, ma'am.
There. Right there. Pull over.
That's four-fifty, please.
- Hey, you take a check? - Take a check? Take a hike!
Four-fifty, please.
All right.
Oh, shit.
Okay.
Here. One, two.
Two-fifty, two fifty-five...
- That'd be all of them. - $4,000 for the lot.
$4,000? These here are my guns, lady.
They are yours for 4,000 bucks.
- Well, look, I just need a couple of 'em. - Teddy!
- I'll give you an I.O.U. It's the best I can do right now. - Good-bye!
You hear her? She said good-bye.
- Don't do that. - Don't do what?
Don't do this?
I'll tell you one more time: Don't push me again.
Ohh.
Not my personal best time, but it'll do.
Hey!
Yahoo.
Lady, look, how about a trade?
You like this belt buckle?
Solid silver and gold. Only two of 'em like this in the whole wide world.
- What is won'th? - I don't know. It ain't won'th a damn thing to me no more.
Oh, Sonny, don't do that.
- Only two like it in the whole world? - That's right.
Manny.
How you doin'? Come on in.
Is the girl here?
Yeah, uh, she's upstain's. Why?
- Go get her. - Hey, wait a second. What are you doin'?
John... where's her father?
He came around looking for her. This guy got out of control.
I'm not kidding you, Manny. Out of control.
It was an accident, that's all. Just an accident.
He could've screwed us. I took care of it.
It was an "accident"?
He got out of control, huh?
Why? What did you do, huh?
Tried to get more money out of him, right, John?
Those cowboys the other day...
They were looking for him, werert they?
Huh?
It's being taken care of, Manny.
I can handle it.
The cowboys got away, John. They're still out there.
So, what now, more killing?
Take her out.
You gonna kill her too?
- We are not in the killing business, goddamn it! - There's another solution, Manny.
We sell her.
We can make a lot of money off a young girl like that.
A hell of a lot more than she's making for us in any sweatshop.
You have been doing a lot of figuring, haven't you, John?
- This will protect you! It's the smart thing to do! - Shut up!
What we do with her is up to me, because you work for me!
And when the buying and selling that goes on behind my back...
gets in the way...
then it stops.
Why are you treatin' me like this, Manny?
Huh?
Why are you treatin' me like this, Manny?
- Where's Teresa? - I don't know what you're talking about.
- I know you've got her! - Screw you, cowboy. I ain't talkin'.
Which one of you bastards killed her father?
No.
We wait for Stark. I'll get the rope. We'll tie him up.
Ho! Hey! Ho!
Crazy sons of bitches.
Yeah.
Evenin', ladies.
Excuse me, sin'. This party is by invitation only.
- Invitation only, huh? - Yes, sin'.
- What's that look like, Mac, a chicken fried steak? - Please excuse me. Enter.
Uh-huh.
- Whoo!
Boy, a fella could get a terminal erection in here, couldn't he?
Speak for yourself.
Excuse me, can I take your hat, sin'?
Hell, no, you won't take my hat. Here, take my bag.
- Thanks.
- Howdy, pardner. - How you doin'?
- I'll be better if you got some mescal back there. - Sure do.
- Mescal, 1993. - I know it well.
- Thank you so much.
- Ho!
- Slow down there, amigo.
- Ah. Thank you.
- Much obliged.
- Have a good night.
- Howdy. Remember me?
- Oh. Sorry. You look just like my sister.
- But she ain't stuck up!
- Ho!
- Whoo! You're a bad boy, you know it?
- Hell, yeah, I know it.
I'm glad you came. I was hoping you would, Mr...
- Lewis. Pepper Lewis. - Pepper Lewis.
Wild horses couldn't have kept me away.
- So, this is your party, huh? - Mmm. For a new client.
- What business you in? - I own a modeling agency.
- Mmm. - So these people are all clothing designers, manufacturers, distributors.
They're all here to see the new lines, the new models.
In fact, you see that gentleman standing right over there?
That's Alfonse Salini, the famous Italian designer.
No shit. Hey, Al!
How's your hammer hangin', boy?
- Where's your friend? - Sonny?
Oh. Well, we ain't as close as we used to be.
I decided to go my own way.
There's some people I'd like you to meet.
Jacques. Gaston.
Pepper Lewis, meet my new friends, Jacques and Gaston.
- Hi. - Howdy, boys. Pepper Lewis. How you doin'?
- Margarette, this is our cowboy? - Oui.
- I love this cowboy. - Look at this face.
Hey. You about to lose you a hand there, Pierre.
Margarette, did you hear that?
Ah, this cowboy... Formidable.
- Didrt I tell you? - Tell 'em what?
You know, I love him. I love the hat, the boots, the, how do you say...
- The attitude! - Attitude! That's it! He is a man for all men!
Hey! Oh... What the hell?
You a couple of rope suckers?
He is perfect!
Perfect!
Yes, I knew you'd be pleased.
Pepper!
Them's some wein'd ducks you got there, you know it?
- They want you to model for them. - Model?
They design mers undergarments. Check it out.
Let a bunch of people I don't even know see me gallivantin' around in my underwear?
Pays $500 an hour. I can probably get you more.
I don't care if it pays a million dollars an hour. I wouldn't do it.
Well...
if you change your mind, you've got my number.
- Well, now, hang on there, missy.
Hey! That ain't the way this party's supposed to end.
- Ooh. - Let's dance.
- Yeah? To this? - If it's got hain' on it, I can ride it.
If it's got a beat, I can dance to it. Hold that, Jean-Claude.
Take it off! Take it off!
Take it off, cowboy!
Whoo!
- Take it off, baby! - Yeah!
Sonny?
Sonny.
Teresa.
You know who I am.
My father sent me pictures of you in his letters.
He showed me everything you ever sent him too.
Practically watched you grow up.
Ohh.
Teresa...
I have to tell you about your father.
He, uh...
Shh.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I can't do it. They're too tight.
There's a knife under my jacket in my belt.
You ever done a shiver shot?
Well, this just happens to be your lucky day.
Pretty simple, really.
Just take this, put it right there.
- Put that... there. - Hmm?
- Now you get the shiver. - Mmm!
Mmmm!
Mmm.
And I... get the shot.
Ahhh!
I know you eat the worm.
Well...
don't be shy.
Holy jumping Jesus.
You know that guy?
- John Stark? - Yeah. He a friend of yours?
Not really. He's a clothing manufacturer.
Clothing manufacturer, my patoot.
- Come on. Introduce him to me. - Mmm!
- It's got a beautiful cut to it. - Uh, excuse me. Pepper Lewis, John Stark.
I already know this son of a bitch.
- Oh, I didn't know this was a costume party.
This son of a bitch killed my friend Nacho and kidnapped his daughter!
He's a slave trader, is what he i...
I think this guy's had a few too many to drink, huh?
Is that the best you got? Even the old Cuban had better than that.
Now, you get this piece of shit out of my way! Get him out of here!
Oh, shit! Sonny!
Shaw!
- Hey, buddy, I thought you went home. - Believe me, I want to.
- Loan me your horse, will ya? - I don't loan my horse to anybody.
Sonny's in trouble.
Hop on.
Hyah!
Qué pasa, John?
- You don't look so good. - Yeah, I don't feel so good either.
What's goin' on?
Don't you know?
- I thought you had everything under control. - What are we gonna do, Manny?
Stand here all night playing games?
Malagradecido, carajo.
I took you in right out of prison and gave you everything you got.
And you never had to remind me of that, did you?
You got greedy.
You killed that old man for a lousy five grand.
You need me, Manny...
because I get things done.
The things that you ain't got the stomach for anymore.
What I haven't got the stomach for anymore is you, John.
So get the hell out of here.
You don't work for me anymore.
You're right.
I don't.
What makes you think...
that you're so much better than me?
You got a problem with this?
I ain't got a problem.
- You got a problem? - No. No.
How you doin', baby? Hmm?
I wanna talk to you for a second. Let him go, Chango.
Come here.
You know, you never should've left the cow shit. Hmm?
[Ohh!
Okay, get the girl. Let's get outta here.
What do you want me to do with the vaquero?
Him? Cut his throat.
Okay, cowboy...
it's show time.
No!
What are you planning to do?
I let my friend down twice. I ain't gonna do it again.
You're gonna get yourself killed! We gotta call for backup.
- I thought you wanted to be a cowboy. - Yeah, I do, but...
Well, mister, this is the cowboy way.
Wha-hoo!
Hold on! Don't move!
Where's my buddy?
Aah!
Whoa. Get over there where I can keep an eye on you.
You heard the man, shit for brains. Where's his buddy?
Watch 'em. I'm gonna go after Sonny.
You people stand back. My partner's coming through.
All right, now, listen up.
I don't want any talkin', any lookin' around.
You're answering to the big man now... Mad Dog Shaw.
Say adiós, Cowboy.
A- day-os.
- About time, Pepper. - Better late than never.
- They took Teresa. - Took her where?
This son of a bitch here knows.
Move!
- Good work, Sam. - Sure thing.
- Nice to see you, Sam. - Come on, man, where you guys takin' me, man?
Thanks for your cooperation. Drinks are on the house.
Hee-yah!
- You'd better tell us where she is. - Screw you, buddy.
This son of a bitch ain't talkin', Sonny.
Yeah, well, maybe we oughta show him how Pancho Villa used to make guys talk.
- You might think this here's gonna be fun... - I ain't tellin' you nothin'.
- Hell, for the fin'st three or four seconds it just might be.
Ooh-eee, fellas, lookit there!
You fellas found a big one.
I had hell pullin' him off his mama's tit.
- Hungry bugger, isn't he? - Yep. Starvin'.
You hear that, asshole?
Screw you, I ain't talkin'. What's a baby cow gonna do to me?
- Hey, uh... Oh, come on, man, what you doin'?
I am embarrassed.
Our friend here is not wearin' any underpants.
Oh! He sees it.
Damn! That hungry devil thinks your little weenie is his mama's tit!
Hey, wait a minute, man. You guys can't do this.
I'll ask you one more time, asshole: Where's Teresa?
I ain't tellin' you shit.
It's your call, Stubby. Let him go, Pepper.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Damn, that looks like it hurts.
Round up a posse, boys!
Come on.
Let's take her down to the dock.
- Pepper. - Yep.
You know, about that rodeo... I want you to forget about it, okay?
You just got drunk, that's all. It could've happened to anybody.
- You ain't mad at me no more? - No, I ain't mad at you.
You were right. It's just a damn rodeo.
Last night, I was gonna take all those guys on by myself.
I just couldn't do it without you.
The whole time I was sitting there, thinkin'...
"Goddamn it, Pepper oughta be here with me. " Started getting mad at you all over again.
Then I realized I wasrt mad at you, I was mad at myself.
'Cause you were right... there's just some things I can't do on my own.
And I hated you for that.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, I think you're tryin' to say, deep down you're a chicken shit. Is that it?
No, Pepper, that ain't it.
Here's that warehouse, just like old Stubby said.
Pepper, just forget it, okay? I'm sorry I even brought it up.
All I'm trying to say is I ain't mad at you 'cause you got drunk...
and completely ruined my chances of getting that ranch.
- Sonny. - What?
Listen, uh, actually, I, uh...
- I wasrt drunk. - Huh?
At the rodeo, I wasrt... I wasrt drunk, I was just...
bein' selfish again, like always.
What are you talkin' about, Pepper?
I knew we was gonna win that night... ain't nobody could've beat us.
I guess that's why I didn't show up.
Didrt want you to buy that ranch.
Guess I just always figured we were...
better together than we were on our own.
Didrt want to split up the team.
Get what I'm trying to say?
Yeah, I think so.
I think you're trying to say that deep down you're a chicken shit.
I knew you'd understand, old buddy.
You ready?
- You gotta show me how to do that someday. - It'd be my pleasure.
- Lock it? - Yeah.
What are you doin'?
- Nothin'. - Put it away.
You cover me.
Jesus!
- Shut up! - No!
Oh, no! No!
Okay, everybody, hold it right there!
Let the girl go!
Come on. Come on!
Shit.
Goddamn it!
Well, if it ain't Bill Pickett.
Let's go! Come on, move!
Nice work, Sam.
Hey, thanks a lot, guys. We're bringing the boat in now.
- How's Teresa? - Boat's secure, sin'.
Son of a bitch!
Go! Go!
- We'll never catch that bastard. - The hell we won't.
Shit!
Pepper, duck!
Son of a bitch!
Yee-hoo-hoo! Yee-hah!
He turned right!
There!
Hey, hey, wait a minute! You can't just leave it...
- Aah! - Shit!
Hey!
They're not in the car!
They gotta be in the subway!
- Excuse me! Excuse me! - Excuse me!
Thank you! Excuse me! Thank you!
Police! Police! Police!
There he is!
- Where's the train going? - Brooklyn.
- Any way we can head it off? - Head it off? It's a fucking train!
It'll come out on the Manattan Bridge...
but we'll never make it through this traffic.
Hyah!
Yee-hah!
- Hey! - Follow the river!
- I need to use your radio. - They stole our horses!
Don't worry, they're good with horses.
10-13, 53rd and Lex. We have a hostage situation.
10-4. All units, all units. 10-13, 53rd and Lex.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ho!
Police business! I need your cab! Come on, out!
Thank you very much!
Hey, get a job, will ya?
- Hyah! Hyah! - Ahh-hah! Hyah!
Go ahead. Sit down.
Move it!
Come on! Let's go!
Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
Whoo!
Hyah!
Ho! Ho! Whoa!
- Come on! Come on! - Hyah! Gidd'up!
- Whoa! Yee-Hoo! - Hyah!
I need to know the fin'st train stop after the Manattan Bridge.
I need backup there now!
That would be the 62nd Street station.
Hyah!
- Hyah! Hyah, hyah! - Hyah!
Hyah!
Look, Mom! Cowboys!
There he is!
- Hyah! - Gidd'up, boy! Whoo!
Hyah!
- Get out of the way. Get out of the way!
Hyah!
Pepper!
Come on!
- Jump! - Okay!
Jump!
Aah!
Stop the train!
- I can't! This is the express! - You stop this train now!
Coming through!
Excuse me, please!
Stark!
- We just want the girl! - Yeah, and all I want is your guns!
Throw 'em down on the track. Do it!
Don't play games with me. Give me the other one.
You cowboys.
You're a dyin' breed, man.
Aah!
Hold it right there!
Pepper, heel it!
Give it up, man. There's nowhere to go.
- Shaw, are you all right? - Yeah.
- Give him a hand. - Take it slow, take it slow.
Thank you.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Nice throw. - Not bad yourself.
Thank you.
Can't thank you enough, Sam.
Hey, my pleasure, Sonny.
- Don't you forget you got an open invitation to come see us. - Thanks.
- Pepper. - Saw you in the paper this morning, Sam.
- Yeah? - Good picture.
Put me in mind of William Pickett.
- How's that shoulder? - Oh, it's, um...
Oh, it's, it's okay.
Well, this'll cure what ails you.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
How's your butt?
Tender subject, Sam.
Okay, off we go. Ho!
Teresa, you take care of these two.
I will.
So long, Sam.
Got a little somethin' here for you, Sonny. Thought you might want it back.
Damn, Pepper.
How the hell'd you get the money to pay for this buckle?
There ain't no hill for a high stepper.
- You didn't give that old lady a bad check, did you? - Hell, no!
Old bitch wouldn't take a check.
- So how'd you come up with the money? - I ain't tellin'.
- Pepper! - Nope. My secret.
You ain't gonna know, not in a million years.
- Pepper. - Don't ask me. I'll go to my grave with it.