Coogan's Bluff Page #2

Synopsis: Coogan, an Arizona cop, is sent to New York to collect a prisoner. Everyone in New York assumes Coogan is from Texas, much to his annoyance. To add to Coogan's problems the prisoner isn't ready, so he decides to cut a few corners. In the process the prisoner escapes, and Coogan is ordered home. Too proud to return home empty handed, Coogan sets out into the big city to recapture his prisoner.
Genre: Action, Comedy, Crime
Director(s): Don Siegel
Production: Universal Pictures
 
IMDB:
6.5
Rotten Tomatoes:
94%
R
Year:
1968
93 min
406 Views


I'm sorry about that.

- I think you should apologise.

- OK, ma'am, I apologise.

- Not to me! To him!

- Now, wait just a minute.

No, I don't want no apologies.

Just keep that creep

away from me, huh?

Joe...

Joe! Joe!

Thanks.

Do you know how long

it's taken me to find that boy?

- I'll be glad to go get him for you.

- No.

- I'll be glad to bring him back, really.

- By the scruff of the neck?

And we wonder why

these kids hate cops.

Found something about New York

you like, Tex?

He just calls me that.

Really my name is Coogan.

If I fouled things up for you,

I'm sorry.

- I just thought...

- Did you? Think?

Well, yeah. I just...

We don't treat people like that

in New York, Mr Coogan.

- How do you treat 'em?

- I doubt it'd interest you.

- Try me.

- It's a long story.

I just happen to have some time.

Here.

Maybe you know a nice little place

we can have lunch and talk about it.

Sorry, Mr Coogan.

You're not my type.

How can you tell?

- The hat, maybe.

- Oh, that? That comes right off.

Are you dense, or just stubborn?

Hungry mostly.

Come on.

You know, I'm always interested

in new techniques.

Psychophysiological, hm?

It's a branch of psychology

that deals with

the fundamental relationships

between mind and body.

So it's psychophysiological

autogenesis.

Alphagenics for short.

- Alphagenic?

- Mm.

I've been experimenting

with it up at my place...

- You live near here?

- Not far.

You do this experiment

at your house, hm?

Oh, yes, it's much better there. It's

warm and informal. At the precinct...

Seems like an interesting setup.

In fact...

Thank you.

- What do you want?

- Your check, sir.

- Yeah, I saw it.

- Oh, it is getting late.

Why don't you just run along, huh?

- Yes, sir.

- Waiter, just a minute.

It's after three.

I have to be going.

- What are you doin'?

- Dutch.

- You're the girl, aren't you?

- There have been rumours to that effect.

Well, you just sit back

and act like one.

How?

Take everything you can get,

that's how.

Is that the way the

girls act in Arizona?

That's the way everybody

acts everywhere.

You too?

- Especially me.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Uh... I'll take my bag.

- That's all right. I'll carry it.

- But I have to go now.

- Fine. Where to?

You don't understand.

I have a dozen things to do.

- Good. I'll help you.

- But I'll be all day and half the night.

I've got nothing but time.

I wouldn't get too

comfortable, Mr Coogan.

Nobody calls me "Mr"

with my boots off.

I don't know your first name.

How about just Coogan,

without the "Mr"?

Julie.

I don't remember telling you mine.

Yeah, well,

that's my police trainin'.

Po-lice trainin'?

Yeah.

See, it's on your magazines here.

Name and address

of the subscription.

How are you?

I thought you wanted

to learn about alphagenics.

Oh, I do. I do.

Good.

My files.

I only handle young,

single girls.

Yeah.

Me too.

Now, briefly...

autogenesis is basically

a programme of...

self-regeneration,

- the main point of attack being the...

- What?

core of self-contempt

that is always a principal factor.

This we do by means...

of a tape recorder,

which is right here.

The programme is based on behavioural

psychological principles,

the position being that all

human and animal response...

is the result of...

conditioned reflex...

which, as you know, is simply

a particular bodily response...

to a particular...

stimulus.

- Phone.

- Forget it.

Hello?

Yes, this is she. Who?

Laura!

It's one of my girls.

Yes?

Oh, not him again.

Now, you know that the terms of your

probation specifically stated that...

Well, of course it's difficult.

I understand that

better than you think.

Well, yes, he's...

You can always say no,

can't you?

No.

All right. Fine.

I'll expect you in five minutes.

Five minutes.

Yeah.

Five minutes.

- Yeah?

- Single.

How long you gonna be staying?

No longer than I can help it.

All right. Room 304.

That'll be $7, in advance.

- The sign says five.

- Seven without luggage.

That ain't luggage.

A cab driver in this town'd

give you an argument.

- Do you want the room or not?

- No, no, I'll take it.

Excuse me, sir.

After you, sir.

- You really hit the jackpot tonight, sir.

- Yeah.

Fell right into it and came up

with a rose in your nose.

A lonesome lady

just down the hall.

I think she was stood

up on a date tonight.

And beautiful.

I mean, all the tools.

So long.

No trouble to give a

knock on the door.

So long, buddy.

Hi.

Help a lady in distress?

Wrong room.

I'm a girl who never had trouble

with a zipper in her life...

until tonight.

Be an angel man.

Up or down?

Well, let's put it this way, sport:

you're drivin'.

Out.

What's the matter?

- Are you some kind of religious fanatic?

- Come on, out.

All right, you cheap bum.

Who needs your lousy action?

Hold on a minute.

Texas f*ggot!

You Texas boys get up early.

It's Arizona.

And I figured I'd better get here

before the cuckoos start gatherin'.

What do you want?

Ringerman... now.

You've got a problem.

You don't listen.

Number one.

First you go down to the

district attorney's office

where they check your papers.

The affidavit of flight, request

for extradition, and so forth.

Number two.

Then you go down to the Supreme

Court of the State of New York,

where Judge Acosta renders

the fugitive into your custody.

But you can't do anything

until they release Ringerman from

the prison ward at Bellevue. OK?

- You could get him.

- I'm a busy man.

You could walk right in

and get him for me.

Tex, you're getting on my nerves. What

gives with you people? Too much sun?

Let's make it simple. Get outta my office

and don't come back until I send for you.

Coogan.

Piute County Sheriff's Office.

Lieutenant McElroy sent me up here

to pick up a James Ringerman.

Ringerman?

Yeah. Said he'd appreciate it

if you'd snap it up a little.

He's parked in the ambulance zone.

The man said he can only stay a second.

If you'd be kind enough

to open this one.

No, not without a medical release.

I understood that medical release

went through last night.

Not listed here.

It probably hasn't reached

this department yet.

If you'll open up here, I can straighten

it out with the doctor right away.

I can't let you through.

He's already got one visitor.

Oh?

- That's it, huh?

- That's it.

What's your name, Officer?

- What for?

- Well, when somebody asks me

why Judge Acosta of the New York State

Supreme Court's been kept waiting,

I gotta give 'em a name.

- Yeah. Now, just a minute...

- Do I get the name

or do I have to have Lieutenant

McElroy come and get it for me?

Just a second!

Everybody tells me

somethin' different.

Rudy!

Take him in to see Ringerman.

You'll call the doc, huh?

Call the doc.

Well, looky, looky, looky!

And they say the West

ain't wild any more!

Hey, if it ain't Hoot Gibson!

Give me a home

where the buffalo roam

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