[radio chatter]
[chatter continues]
[radio] 114, whoo-hoo, there's hot.
[siren wails]
Wake up, Ed.
Leave me alone, Prince, I'm dreaming.
There a cop on our tail.
l know we got a cop on our tail,
we always got a cop on our taiIs.
Part of the territory.
Now, let me go back to sleep, huh?
This is a bike cop and he's puIlin' us over.
[radio chatter continues]
Okay.
Get your log and freight bills ready.
Let Eddie silver-tongue do the taIking, huh?
Be careful with that gun.
[motor stops]
Good evening, officer.
I know what you're gonna say, we were goin' too fast.
If l told him once, l told him a thousand times,
"Watch those damn straightaways, they'lι get away from you every time."
Give us a break, he's a good kid.
I'll look after him, officer.
- PIease. - Uh, it wasn't your speed.
You blew out a retread--
left rear tandem.
ReaIly?
No kidding? Huh.
Hey.
Oh, man, look at that!
Jesus!
[laughs]
You saved-- Officer, you saved us a heck of a bad time.
Up against the truck.
Hey, that's for my protection.
Protection from what?
Come on, answer me.
What are you hauIing?
l said, what are you hauling?
Open it up!
Now, open it!
Shit.
Okay, okay, relax, I'm opening it.
[gunshot]
- Eddie! - Oh, Jesus!
Eddie?
- Uh! - Uh!
Uh!
[whispering] Prince... I'm sorry.
- Eddie, Eddie. - Sorry.
Hang on.
[groans]
[police radio] Unit 211 , motorist needs assistance.
[male] Wellman Anthony Santee,
State of California finds you guilty of the murder
of Highway Patrol Officer L.T. Jacobs,
sentences you to not less than 20 or more than 35 years
in the state penitentiary.
You will remain in prison hospital until recovery
then be transferred to the mens colony at San Gorgonio,
there to begin your sentence.
Santee, have you anything to say?
[Santee] If I do, it won't be here.
[male] I'll get rid of him.
You keep a lookout.
Get up the hilI.
Piss calι.
l just pissed 20 minutes ago.
Looks like you're gonna have to piss again.
Come on.
So, where the hell are we?
Uh!
- Down there! - Jesus.
Uh!
Before Christmas, cop kilIer!
l don't know if I can piss.
If you give me a drink of water--
huh?
Uh!
You get nothin'!
Uh!
Hey!
Son of a bitch!
Fuck! Get the radio, quick!
[siren wails]
[sirens blare]
[coyote whines]
Bet you'd like a bite outta my ass too, wouldn't ya?
lt's alι yours, paI.
l'm buyin'.
Gotta go.
[police radio chatter]
l'm sorry, it's just not working.
lt's not about anybody else, MichaeI.
It's not.
lt's just that it's--
it's nice with you.
lt's comfortabIe.
What's wrong with comfortable?
What's wrong with nice?
Stay here, Rita.
Please?
Just wait.
l can't.
l just can't, Michael.
Rita, wait!
[wolf whistle]
Oh, sit on it.
Damn it!
Thank you, Mike.
Put the nozzle back.
Michael! Michael!
Freeze!
Don't shoot the girι!
[officers] Get him!
[sirens waiι]
Don't shoot, he's got a hostage!
[male] All right, all right, Sheriff Cepeda's pullin' in now.
Right, we're on top of things-- what?
What detective? Yeah, I see him.
The LAPD guys, they're here now.
[woman on radio] Bulletin, repeat, all three counties,
all available sheriff and local units--
Sheriff Cepeda, the detectives that made the original homicide arrest.
Frank Severence, Jack RudisilI.
You guys got here fast.
Yeah, well, if you knew Santee, you'd wish we got here sooner.
My partner and I are a littIe keyed up, Sheriff.
The officer Santee kilIed last June,
he was a friend.
I understand, Lieutenant, l'm sorry.
The report said Santee took a hostage.
A woman.
I got a preliminary ID from the DMV.
Her name's Rita Marek.
Twenty-eight years old, an address in VictorvilIe.
Apparently, she was standing over by the pump
when he abducted her-- stole her vehicιe.
Excuse me Sheriff, we just found the girI's purse
on top of one of the gas pumps.
Thought you might be interested, sir.
She worked with me in VictorviIle.
Both deputy sheriffs.
[Marek] Hey, take it easy, wiIl ya?
[Severence] You know the desert, Sheriff, where the hell could he go?
[Sheriff] All I can tell you, Lieutenant,
is there's 6,000 square miles of sand and rock out there
and God knows how many dirt roads and coyote trails.
The only thing that's sure is, if he does get away out there,
he can come out anywhere.
[male #1] We've been all over the back roads
and we haven't seen hide nor hair of him.
[male #2] Hell, we were up Rock Point and didn't see squat.
[male #1] Keep on goin'.
[male #2] Okay, good luck to ya, huh?
Go ahead, jump.
You been thinking about it for the last 20 minutes.
[Cepeda] Even if she does escape, she's got nowhere to go.
lt's 120 miIes from there to L.A.
And you know him, Lieutenant.
Think he'll try it?
I know him enough to know l don't know what the hell he'lι try.
Welι, the press'Il keep it off the air.
No one'll know she's a deputy.
No one better know.
Because, if Santee finds out, he'Il kiIl her.
If that son of a bitch comes out here, he's ours.
Comes out there and he's yours.
Makes no difference to me who makes this arrest,
city, county, anything.
All I know is,
this man, Santee, has already killed one police officer
and now he's got his hands on another.
I understand you're invoιved personally
with the young woman, with Deputy Marek.
That's right.
I don't know if this helps, son, but we're aIl invoIved now.
lt's... personal for all of us.
May I?
Want one?
What's your name?
Whatta you care what my name is?
Sorry, just asking, forget it.
So, what did you do?
Your crime, I mean, something serious?
Turned away from Jesus.
What are you, from People Magazine?
Keep pumpin', old man.
What else can I get you, you son of a bitch!
Fry you up some eggs?
Deed you my ranch?
There's no phone, honey.
And don't even think about runnin'.
Show some cIass, Henry.
[old man] Oh, a first-aid kit.
Goin' somewhere where you'll need it?
I see you turned out exactIy Iike we all hoped.
Just followin' in your footsteps, oιd man.
[Santee] If I leave this woman with you,
you'll just drive her straight to the cops, won't ya?
You give me a grab at that .30-30,
and I'lI tear you a second asshoIe.
Could blow the hell outta your truck,
but you'd just fix that, wouldn't ya?
You're good at that.
Can fix just about anything, can't you, old man?
Thought I could.
But some things just don't fix.
But you tried.
l had time.
l got time now.
Yeah, well, I don't.
[grunts]
Out of respect for your mother,
rest in peace.
Respect for my mother?
That's good, coming from you.
[Marek] Who was that?
[Santee] Some old jailbird.
My dad.
Where the helI are we?
[groans]
Shit, my truck!
[Santee] Don't worry, they'll find it.
By then, we'll be miles from here.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, great.
What a way to start my day, huh?
l knew I should have worn my flats.
Why don't I ever Iisten to myseIf?
Mara?
Santee,
how are you?
l'm fine.
Hey.
Look at this puppy.
[Mara] The pink slip's in the glove box.
The van came off a storage lot,
so it ought to be cool for a day or two, all right?
Why'd you bring the kid?
Who do you think ripped the car.
You naiIed this, right, E.G.?
Damn straight, sucker.
Aw, shit!
She doesn't move.
- Come on. - Ow!
Thought you were smart, E.G.
That's a good start, cars.
l like that.
l did it for you, man.
l wanna be like you.
Like me?
Great.
Uh, what day is it?
What day is it?
Tuesday or Thursday.
What day, I asked ya?
Friday.
Welι, I'lI be dead by Sunday.
Now, is that smart?
- Is that smart? - No!
- I can't hear you! - No!
- I can't hear! - No!
Listen...
Your father died because l was too dumb and too sιow to help him.
I'm not gonna be too slow to help you.
You're goin' after her, aren't you?
Santee, please don't be crazy!
Eddie is gone, Iet them keep their damn money!
It's not to E.G. and me, we don't need it.
Please.
And what are you gonna do with her?
What size do you wear?
Looks like those pants are a size too small.
Who was that woman back there?
She's Eddie's wife, isn't she?
Who's Eddie, anyway?
We're gonna meet him too, hm?
Eddie Turner's wife!
And you don't know where she is.
Why did I put you out there aIl night?
She gets her calIs through a God damn barbershop.
Two weeks ago, she's livin' in a station wagon.
We got the stolen pickup, sir.
Bottom of a canyon, Riverside.
Well, I'm glad somebody can do somethin'.
You wanna come, l got cars outside.
l'm on my way.
Come on, Frank, you know where Santee's headed?
He's not that crazy and he's not that stupid.
He's not, huh?
Send a car out there.
Tell 'em to stay awake.
Otto, come here.
Get a couple cops.
Standby, I'll be in touch. - Yes, sir.
Santee's visitor sheet from prison.
PopuIar bastard, ain't he?
[female] Detective Chelsey, I've got the report on the hostage.
Rita Marek, 28, they call her LoveIy Rita, but she's no meter maid.
She's a hard case, a real law and order type.
Six years with the sheriff's department,
DB'd twice for excessive force.
This Marek is no cream puff, Lieutenant.
He father was a deputy-- kiιled in the line of duty,
most decorated in Mojave County history.
- Sheriff. - Lieutenant.
She's got two brothers.
One of them's a highway patrolman in Alaska,
the other one's a marine gunny in the Philippines.
Sounds like she's hangin' a pair of brass ovaries.
In other words, she may just crunch this Santee guy herself.
Save the tax payers a Iot a troubIe.
One more thing-- this motorcycle cop that Santee kilIed,
- Jacobs, L.T. - Right, Jacobs.
Give the press something on him--
a grieving widow, kids without a dad, you know.
I don't want anybody glamorizing this dirt bag, Santee.
I want 'em to see the price he made peopIe pay.
[siren wails]
Shit.
[honking]
Dead.
[officers] ... in your car, this is a routine vehicle inspection.
l repeat, stay in your car.
- You'll be processed as quickly as possible. - Get out.
Ladies and gentlemen, please stay in your car.
- I repeat... - Don't make me use it.
Come on.
Ouch!
Bill, I'm tellin' ya, you can take that detective exam
'til it's comin' out your ass, it won't help.
- All right? - Yeah, I know what you're sayin'.
l got ya.
Hey, how ya doin'?
[male] How's it goin', huh?
[gasps]
Don't even think about it.
Yeah?
- [gasps] - Stay cool.
Hey, guys, get your butts in gear.
We got a Iive one.
That guy, Santee, abandoned his car on the freeway.
- Any idea which way he went? - That's our bus.
Move.
- ...patrol on it. - Okay, let's go.
Look at that.
Ow!
Don't do it!
Get that fuckin' gun outta there!
Come on, ditch 'em!
That's right.
Keep the fuck down there, you stay down there!
Get your ass up there!
Damn it.
Get in.
What are you, showing off?
l almost smoked those bastards!
Where the hell did you learn that shit?
To protect myseIf.
[police radio] ... last seen heading north on Pinto Basin Road...
Come on.
Fugitive is armed...
Come on, tough broad.
...with a 12-guage automatic. Exercise extreme caution.
That way.
Run.
Ooh!
- Move your butt. - Ow!
Let's go.
Thank you, l'll see you guys later.
Thanks.
Next time you come in, you get 1 0% off on that.
- [TV] If you spot this individual, - How you doin'?
All righty, man, let's start the weekend.
So, what'll it be, boys and girls, haIf or an hour?
- All night. - Ooh, this must be love.
[laughs] But that'll be 60 bucks.
[TV] I'd like to address myself...
[clerk] You want to sign in, there you go, Mr. and Mrs. Smith?
[laughs] Let me get you some change.
[TV] ... Miss Marek, whom Santee holds captive.
Do nothing reckless.
Stay calm.
Police forces from three counties are converging on you.
We will get you free safely.
Leave the door open.
Why?
You gonna watch me?
I'll watch if I'm in the shower, if you give me any more bulIshit.
[water running]
How much longer are we going to stay in this room?
Why do you want to know?
So I can wash my panties.
So they'lI have enough time to dry.
So, what do you do for a living?
What?
Your job?
When you're not practicing kung fu.
l'm a coIorist.
What the hell is that?
l coIor hair in a salon.
[chattering]
Nobody's seen him, nobody knows him.
Nobody speaks English.
Shit!
What are you doing here?
l wanna heIp.
Sheriff Cepeda got my CO to cut me loose.
Thanks, cowboy, we got all the help we need.
lt's okay, Rudy.
You speak Spanish, deputy?
Enough to curse in it.
Well, start using it.
Come on, son, I got a job.
See those bean eaters?
Start puttin' their feet to the fire, good boy.
The rest of you get your thumbs outta your asses!
Scour this neighborhood!
I want every missing car, bike, shopping cart, and skateboard!
Now, move!
I just need an hour of sleep, then we'll go.
Leave it on.
He's your hero, isn't he?
The outlaw who goes down with all guns blazing.
Why do you want to die?
You think it's romantic?
You think some girl's going to cry for you?
[man on TV] Kinda nervous-- hell, I been waitin' over an hour.
[Bogart] I been waitin' too, over eight years.
The park's down there, ain't it?
[man] Yeah, the park.
Say, Earl, you feelin' all right?
[Bogart] I will be.
Get on the bed.
... where the grass is still green, trees are still growin'.
[horn honks]
[Bogart] Ice him, buddy.
[woman screams]
How'd you get shot?
Or are you just gonna smack me and telI me to shut up?
Guard tried to kill me in prison last night.
A guard tried to kilI you?
Why?
Somebody paid him.
Who?
The guy who's gonna find me in his face in about two hours.
[Bogart] Coppers'll go to the fire now.
[woman] Oh, Roy, those boys.
[Bogart] Small timers for small jobs.
They lost their heads.
This one was just too big.
[gunshot]
[no audibIe diaIog]
[TV dialog continues]
Eddie!
What time is it?
1 0:30.
Damn it!
Come on.
Get in.
[Marek] Hey, hey, wait a minute, where are you going?
I thought you said you would let me go.
[Santee] I am.
[Marek] Where, out here in cow country?
[Santee] It's horse country, you'll like it.
Lot's of rich people's make-believe ranches.
[Marek] Ah, that's where he lives.
The guy who tried to have you killed.
That's where you're going right now, isn't it?
Isn't it?
[Santee] You wanted off this ride?
You're off.
Where the helI are we now?
Your stop.
Here?
Oh, God.
It'lI take me a half hour to hike back to the road.
[Marek] Come on, what harm can I do you now?
[Santee] The people you met on this little adventure,
forget every one of 'em.
Santee, Santee!
God damn it.
[sighs] Well, this is great.
[bird hoots]
Hey!
[chattering]
Police officer, l need some information fast.
Are there any ranches around here?
What?
Ranches, you know, where people ride their horses?
[male] I got somethin' you can ride, lady.
What is your God damn problem, buddy?
[male] Hey, come here and put a hurt on me, baby!
[barks]
[men chatter and laugh]
Hey, do you know of any horse ranches around here?
Just one, straight up the canyon road.
Look, I need your bike, I'm a deputy sheriff
and this is a police emergency.
See this right here, it's a pussy seat.
You know why they calI it that?
[groans]
Hey.
[revs bike] Yo, what?
What-- what you doing?
Oh!
Uh!
Christ, Santee, are you crazy?
What's wrong with you?
There are cops outside.
- Where is he? - He's at work.
Where do you think he is?
Call Jimmy Shoeshine.
What am l, your fuckin' secretary?
l don't know his number!
l don't talk to that Iying Chink.
Call him, Esther.
Dial the phone.
Let me heIp you, baby.
Don't screw around, Esther.
Did you think I could forget you?
lt was always you, baby.
Gimme the good thing, baby.
Call Jimmy Shoeshine.
Listen to me, you son of a bitch! Shut up!
It's almost eleven.
Be at the warehouse at one-- alone.
l want my end and Eddie's.
l want it alI tonight.
Or everyone goes down.
Everyone.
No!
[cries] Open the door, Santee!
Santee!
Oh! Who do you think you are?
God damn it!
Severence.
[whispers] Oh, my God.
- [click] - Open the door, now!
What the hell?
This is Severence's house.
That's Severence's wife.
No shit.
Here.
lntroduce yourself.
Wait!
Shit!
Come on, open the fucking door!
- What the hell? - Let's go, let's go.
So, what kinda bike was it?
- It was a white Yamaha. - Uh, huh.
This girl wasn't normal, man.
She knew karate or kung fu or somethin'.
[police radio chatter]
She said something about being a cop.
ReaIly, did she say where from?
[guys chatter and hoot]
Here comes Smokey.
[guys clamor and cheer]
His wife!
W-I-F-E.
You putz.
Now, put me through to him.
Name?
Yeah, fine.
l understand.
Frank, he made me call the Chinaman.
He's going there now, tonight.
This is probably nothing, Sheriff,
but remember it was Severence this year
who arrested Santee for the murder of the motorcycle cop?
Well, here's the strange thing--
11 years ago, Santee's first arrest
for auto theft when he was 17.
Severence made that too.
You got it.
Well, I don't think that amounts to anything.
No?
And baby,
he came into our bedroom.
He touched me.
Thank you, Sergeant.
We'll respond to that right away.
Sir, you got something on the phone just now.
lt was about Rita, wasn't it?
You got the same dope as everyone.
Santee's on the 14 east.
Now, get to your block--
No, there was more, you heard more-- I can teIl from your face.
Severence, God damn it!
What do you want, Agnos?
You want to get your girl wasted, is that what you want?
That's enough, Severence.
We get the idea.
Get control of this cowboy, Sheriff,
before another cop gets kiIled.
Let's move out.
Jesus Christ, Frank!
We have a moratorium on those fuckin' dock ropes you been smokin'?
They keep me calm, you should try one.
No, my nerves are fine.
It wasn't me who backed off when we coulda closed this shit out.
Shoulda tanked Santee at the hospital.
Minute one, bing bang.
The shit is finished.
l've said a million fucking times--
If you're gonna break the law, you do it with cops and onIy cops.
We were nuts to throw in with this-- this Shoeshine prick.
To bring Santee in to drive--
That son of a bitch is spilling his guts big time right now
to that bimbo deputy.
No, you're wrong, Rudy.
lt's against his code.
Guy like Santee's got nothing but his code.
You Iike him?
l always liked him.
But I'm gonna kiIl him.
lt was Severence who tried to have you kiIled in prison.
That's what you meant before, right?
Why?
Because he was in on it with you.
Come on.
Oh, thanks a lot.
lt's all connected to here, isn't it?
Severence is coming here.
Christ, Santee, come on!
Is there an off switch to your mouth?
You know, you pulI this job--
Everybody, thankfully we were out drinking.
Get rid of all the cars except the RolIs.
Let me guess, Jimmy Shoeshine?
No mistakes with this son of a bitch.
- Right. - Huh?
[speaking Chinese]
[Marek] Cars, exotic cars.
That's what you were hauling the night the cop got killed.
Only, you didn't kiIl him, did you?
You didn't kiIl anyone.
You wanna know what happened then?
Watch what happens now.
Santee...
you could run.
Just go.
Santee, I can heIp, I'm--
[phone rings]
[Santee] Already there, good.
Yeah, I'm here, Santee.
Alone.
Just Iike you wanted.
I've got your money.
I don't want any trouble.
Where are you?
Almost there.
You'll see my car out front.
Come on up to the office.
Your car, now, would that be the RoIls or the wagon?
Hey, boss, the fucker's in your Rolls!
What the f-- shit!
Come out, Jimmy.
All alone.
You... and the money.
You Iearned from me.
All right.
l'm comin'.
Stay where you are.
[no audibIe diaIog]
Don't shoot the boss's Rolls!
[Jimmy] Get out there, finish him off!
[speaking Chinese]
l been Iooking forward to this.
Now, don't underestimate him.
He's dangerous.
He's a driver, not a killer.
l'm different!
Holy shit!
Son of a bitch!
EvidentIy, no more Mr. Nice Guy!
[speaking Chinese]
Come on out, Santee.
Let's talk, man.
Be reasonable.
Santee, where are you?
Don't play these chicken shit games with me.
One of those is worth a haIf a miIlion bucks!
[Santee] Give me the money, Jimmy.
It's cheaper.
Each one of those is worth one of your life!
You won't make it out of here alive, Santee!
[yelIing]
[cocks]
[screams]
Okay, Santee, okay-- quit.
Stop, man.
Before it's almost a junkyard.
Come out.
You can trust me.
Son of a bitch!
Just a driver, huh?
You're different, you fuck!
Surprise.
I think it's time you called your insurance company.
Oh, man.
The safe is on a time lock.
l can't open it.
ls that right, Jimmy?
Tick, tock, tick--
Now, don't be crazy, Santee.
Come on, I tried to help you!
After Eddie, Severence wanted to do you right in the hospital!
l calIed the lawyer for you!
Tick, tock.
Time's up.
You can open the safe with your balls,
or without 'em.
First choice.
Looks like we missed one hell of a party.
Don't worry, Rudy,
the fat Iady hasn't sung yet.
Severence.
Why did you go to Severence's house to calI me, huh?
Why didn't you just pick up another phone?
l wanted to save a dime.
Oh, you're smart, Santee.
See, you learned from me.
With that bitch wife, you knew she'd call Severence.
You knew he'd come here.
You know the cops'll be comin' soon.
ReIax, duffo, we are the cops.
That's a little more than your end, man.
Call it interest.
Let me heIp you get Severence.
Look, Santee, l'm just as dead as you are.
Severence has to kiIl me too.
Don't take him on aIone.
Trust me.
Learn from me-- hm?
l did learn from you, Jimmy.
l'll go get somethin' heavier.
Shit, look at this.
I'll take care of him, you get the artillery.
Where's Rita? Is she okay?
[Severence] Stay back, you stupid fuck!
I followed ya, l figured you needed help.
You wanna help? Get the fuck outta here!
Severence!
Santee's in the office!
Shoot the God damn window!
Rudy, give Jimmy your piece.
Kill that guy?
It's a God damn AK-47.
What the fuck is goin' on here?
Smart cop.
[no audibIe diaIog]
What are ya gaping at, have you reloaded?
[chuckles]
Bye-bye, Jimmy.
[crunch]
Lieutenant Severence.
He's got automatic weapons, he just murdered another officer.
Take a position on the other side of the Iot.
Shoot to kill.
What's this?
Fuck.
- Where the hell-- - I'm a cop, don't Iisten to him.
Whatever he told you, he shot Michael!
Michael, who the hell's that?
Severence shot him just now, ten seconds ago, not Santee!
l don't know who the hell is who.
All I know is that is a LAPD Iieutenant.
[Marek] What do you want, a fucking badge number?
[officer] You're gonna be all right--
No, I won't, not if you don't listen to me!
l'm a cop!
Stay down and shut up!
Hey!
Are you crazy? Get outta here!
There's a chance now, turn yourself in.
To who, Severence?
l saw Severence shoot MichaeI.
Someone will listen to me-- I'lI make them.
l'll be your witness!
l said get outta here.
Deputy sheriff, you're under arrest.
The fuck are you doin?
They'll listen to me.
l'm a cop.
l'm one of them.
Hold your fire, he's in my custody!
Come on, move.
Get up.
Come on, get up.
lt's a trick!
The bitch is with him, let him have it!
You're dead!
Turning into a major cluster fuck.
Do you ever stop bitching!
Oh, shit!
l'm callin' it in.
Why?
Why MichaeI?
Those tin badged dick-brains!
If I were a man, they would have paid attention to me!
If I was my father, if l was my brothers,
if l was anyone with a God damn dick
someone would have paid attention to me!
I mean, why'd you have to turn out to be so fucking innocent?
LAPD, officer, everything's okay, we got this under control.
Severence, what the fuck is goin' on?
You're supposed to be our protection out here.
LAPD, it's under control here.
Son of a bitch!
[female] We're doin' everything we can, Lieutenant.
Yeah, yeah!
- We can't block traffic in every-- - Yeah, I hear you.
You gotta give me-- [siren wails]
Listen to me, you cunt!
There are only so many roads
and we've got only so many cars, Lieutenant.
I don't care how many roads there are, I want 'em blocked!
We've only got so many resources.
l don't give a shit!
Santee's got a head start
in a car that'Il do 1 70 miles an hour!
Clear!
Sheriff.
Santee gunned down Agnos.
Took him out in cold blood.
Jesus Christ.
Go on, check inside.
There's just one place-- one place he'lI go.
The desert-- Joshua Tree.
Joshua Tree.
If Santee gets into the backcountry, he can come out anywhere, you know.
Mexico, Nevada.
Block the roads to the desert, 'cause that's where he'll go.
You know a lot about Santee, don'tcha?
He used to talk to me.
You been bangin' him since day one.
Frank.
The girl.
Get the girl too.
Give me your radio.
Listen, I need a chopper.
Shit, we need the whole God damn air force.
How do you get into this?
Take your hat off.
Ah, fuck you.
Santee fucked your wife, Esther?
Many times, Rudy, many times.
[Rudy] Just something wrong about that.
Kul Lipski said, "A friend is somebody who doesn't fuck your wife."
That lets Santee out right there.
[Severence] I never said Santee was a friend.
I said he was like a son to me.
[Rudy] Makes it worse, doesn't it?
Oh, yeah, much worse.
WelI, I guess they're printing a picture for the post office now.
Shoulda gotten off the bus when you couId.
You still don't get it, do you?
Get what?
[groans]
Nothing.
[Marek] Do we just keep driving
or do you have anything resembling a plan?
[Santee] Yeah, we're gonna get away.
Oh, well, would it be too much to ask how?
[Santee] It's a big desert and they got nothin' that can keep up with us.
Damn!
[siren wails]
[officers chatter]
You know, it's funny--
they kind of look like people, don't they?
You mean the Joshua trees?
Yeah.
The Mormon settlers thought they Iooked like the prophet Joshua.
That's how they got their name.
Just so you alI know, this is no longer a hostage situation.
So, hostage procedures no Ionger apply.
A warrant was issued 40 minutes ago
for the arrest of Deputy Marek.
She is to be considered, not as an abductee,
but as an accomplice.
She has the same training as all of you.
She may be as dangerous, if not more dangerous,
than Santee himself.
Sheriff Cepeda.
Just on a personal note here--
Just 12 hours ago they put a bullet into the head
of a Mojave County sheriff named Michael Agnos,
some of you may have known.
He's probably hiding in Joshua Tree now.
That's his home. Be careful.
All right. Let's move out.
[sirens wailing]
You know, for a cop, you're not bad lookin'.
Thanks.
For what?
Stickin' around.
You're not a very nice person, Santee.
You slept with Severence's wife, you've hurt other people.
You've hurt me.
Never said l was running for Pope.
Mm.
Well, I'm not a very nice person either.
Don't start this, Rita.
[whispering] That's enough, babe.
Dont' worry, we'll hear anything.
We'll hear it.
- Hear something? - [whispers] Don't stop me.
lt's nothing.
- Hear it? - It's nothing, it's nothing.
[motorcycle revs]
Quick, get in the car.
Sure you want to be part of this?
Uh-huh.
Spotted him, on the frontage road at mile 3-6-0.
Looks like he's headin' for the old railroad station.
[sirens wail]
[radio] Lieutenant Severence.
Go ahead.
We found Santee, sir.
He's heading for the mountains.
[Rudy] Frank, how come you and Esther never had kids?
[Severence] I told ya-- Santee, he's like my kid.
He was 16, for Chrissake, when I arrested him.
The poor bastard.
lmagine having you for a father.
Fuck you, Rudy.
[radio chatter]
[radio] Unit 211 , motorist needs assistance.
Overheated car, highway 10, exit 1 22.
You guys are lookin' hard enough.
You seen anything?
No, sir.
[radio chatter]
Jesus, Mary.
[tires screech]
Okay, men, steady.
[Cepeda] Hold your fire.
Easy.
No, no, just stay.
- Follow him. - He said to stay here.
Stay here, hoId your positions.
They're comin' back this way.
[Severence] When we get there, you go in first.
- Fuck you. - Fuck you!
[Rudy] Fuck you.
[honking]
[radio] Severence, Severence, this is Cepeda,
we're on the mountain behind you, three or four minutes back.
Here, Iight this for me.
What are you, fucking crazy?
What, do you want me to be nervous?
[Santee] Oh shit, the fire gate's down!
Come on, Rita, come on.
Stay down and you'lI Iive.
[radio] Severence, this is Cepeda.
We're behind you, are you still on the road?
Severence, what is your position?
[groans]
[Cepeda] Severence, if you can hear me,
the highway patrol has sealed all the roads off the mountain.
Santee's cornered.
Can you hear me?
Severence, this is Sheriff Cepeda, come in.
Severence, Cepeda here.
Santee!
Come on out, Santee!
Nobody's going to harm you!
Drop it!
Damn it!
What is this, darling, an arrest?
l said drop it.
Rudy, this deputy wants to place us under arrest.
[gunshots] [yells]
That's funny, she doesn't look like a deputy.
She looks like an accompIice.
Accomplice to a cop.
Give it up, Santee!
Don't do it!
He'll kill me anyway!
l'm here, Severence!
Let her go!
Get down here, kid, and be quick!
- You take the west ridge. - Yes, sir.
Let's go guys, quick!
HeIlo.
Good-bye.
I always taught you to hang on to the bitter end, Santee.
You're not giving up on me, are ya, kid?
So long.
- Somethin' up there. - Yeah, it's movin', let's go.
Nice meeting you.
Kid...
Kid, we don't need any of these people, kid.
Watch this.
Fuck you!
This is for Eddie.
Go ahead, kid.
Then do it. l'd do it to you.
- Don't-- - Hold it, Santee!
Do not move!
Okay, boys, stand back.
Thank God, you're here.
Santee killed RudisilI.
You're under arrest.
What!
I just saw a video a you shootin' Deputy Agnos, Severence.
You're goin' up the river.
Fuck you.
[Cepeda] Guess you didn't see the surveillance cameras, did ya?
[chuckles] Too bad.
You have the right to remain siIent.
If you give up the right to remain siIent, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court a law...
[Marek] Have you heard from Mara and the kid?
[Santee] Yeah, they went back to New Orleans.
I, uh-- I heard they came into some money.
[Marek] Really? Hm.
Well, I guess I'd better get going.
[Santee] Uh, old Woody here, has got a crush on you.
[Marek] Oh, is that right?
[Santee] Yeah, well, he'll be mad as hell if he finds out you Ieft
and he couldn't see you.
[Marek] He can count on me coming back around.
There's a couple of felons l'm supposed to keep my eye on.
- [Santee] Yeah? - [Marek] Yeah. [chuckles]
[Santee] Okay.
Well...
Next time you 4 by 4...
you know who to caIl.
[knock] Oop.