The Gauntlet Page #2

For all I know,

it's just a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence.

There isn't any 10th race at Anita!

Wagon's outside.

What about that horse?

75-to-1.

Sounds like a real nag.

Go back home. Leave me be.

Call it off. Please!

We're splitting right now.

One of you call Hertz or Avis.

I don't care which one.

Have them leave me a car

between here and the airport.

Leave the keys. I'll pay

once she's on the plane.

Lf, and I say if,

what you're saying is true...

...somebody's betting I can't do my job.

They're full of sh*t!

These people laying these odds

will chew you up and spit you out!

You're f***ing crazy.

I'm not going anyplace with you.

What about that car?

'74 Plymouth, blue.

It's parked at the Christian Center.

- Who's the driver?

- That's me.

Let's go.

- Just him.

- We're a team.

Next time.

You cheap-shot, gutless bastard!

You get off roughing up girls,

don't you?

Big man!

Big 45-caliber fruit!

That's me.

Macho mentality.

You'll get us both killed

before we get out of here!

Jesus!

Breathe deeply.

There it is.

All right.

Pull around in front.

I'll get her ready for transfer.

Check for the keys.

I'm hyperventilating, you bastard!

Go die by yourself.

I won't get out of this ambulance.

Come here.

- Take this.

- What's that?

It's a gun. Take it.

- I don't want it.

- Take it!

Anybody comes up behind us,

shoot him.

You got to be kidding!

Where the hell are you going?

I'll take a less popular way

to the airport.

After what happened back there?

They'll be waiting for us!

By the time they sift through

that wreckage, we'll be gone.

Pull over.

Until you pull that trigger,

I'm headed to the airport.

I mean it.

I swear to Christ,

if you don't stop, I'll shoot.

What's that?

They're shooting!

- Shoot at them!

- Stop! It's the police!

It's not the police!

Shoot at them!

I can't!

You were ready to

shoot at me, damn it!

Oh, my God!

So we don't go to the airport.

But I'll be damned

if I know where to go.

Six blocks down, hang a left.

Second house on the right.

You got a telephone in this place?

It's over there.

This your house?

Yeah.

What kind of guys do you bring here?

Locals, mostly.

Married men cheating on their wives.

- Police Department.

- Commissioner Blakelock's office.

Ben Shockley.

You were supposed to be

on the plane 15 minutes ago.

Somebody doesn't want

your nothing witness...

...to testify at your nothing trial.

If I'm going to get her to Phoenix,

I'll need your help.

Call the Vegas police

and send two squad cars...

...one for a decoy, the other

to take her to the airport.

Where are you?

Where the hell is this place?

316 Rothdale.

316 Rothdale.

You can't miss it.

There's an ambulance in front.

Yeah, it's a cathouse.

Stay there.

- Where the hell would I go?

- Don't get smart, Shockley.

Yes, sir.

You win, Shockley.

I'm through fighting it.

I appreciate what you did

in the ambulance.

If you hadn't pulled me back...

My job's just to get you

back to Phoenix in one piece.

I know.

Still, I owe you.

You married?

What do you care?

I'm interested in you.

Want a glass?

It's fine.

Every woman has her thing about men.

Something that turns her on.

With me, it's hands.

I love strong hands.

Like yours.

We have time.

We'll have such a good time, baby.

Such a good time.

You're so beautiful.

You just lie there now.

Just lie there...

...and momma will do all the work.

Somehow I get the feeling

your heart isn't in your work.

You bastard!

Even if we do get to Phoenix...

...I'm not testifying

at any lousy trial.

That's your problem.

My job's to get you there.

You'd risk your life

for something this stupid?

All you've got's your job!

I just do what I'm told.

Yeah? So does an imbecile.

- Information.

- Number for Airwest.

We won't be here long.

Do you mind?

Once we're in the air...

...I'd hate you to worry

I'll leap out the washroom window.

Go ahead.

Air-worst has planes leaving

almost every hour.

Airwest?

When's your next flight to Phoenix?

You have planes leaving every hour?

I'd like to book a reservation

on your next flight for two.

Two people, name's Smith.

We'll be there. Thanks.

Let's go.

You, in the house!

Come out with your hands up!

We got the house surrounded.

Throw out your guns.

Bring the girl.

F*** me!

Come on, let's go.

Come on, goddamn it!

They've got an army out there.

You've got thirty seconds.

They're shooting at us!

Mally?

Open fire!

Hold your fire!

Captain, they should've surrendered.

Why the hell didn't you tell me

about that passageway?

I'm your prisoner.

I was trying to escape.

What happened?

I heard shooting.

I damn near got cut to ribbons.

Somebody set me up!

Don't blame me.

It was your idea, calling the cops.

Did you shoot at those guys?

I didn't do jack sh*t!

Then why? What happened?

I don't know what happened.

Let's get out of here.

I don't suppose there's anybody

in this town you could trust?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

I guess in your line of work

you don't make many lifelong friends.

What about you?

Those were cops.

How many friends have you got?

Get your ass in gear.

Here.

Look normal.

I am normal.

- There's a cop car.

- Shut up.

- Do what I say and this won't go off.

- You got it!

Get in the back.

Now go.

Don't get nervous with that cannon.

I ain't no trouble.

Just head right on out there

to the left.

We just left 50 of your buddies,

tried to blow me to hell.

They were nothing but trouble.

You two are them holed up

in that cathouse, ain't you?

Do you know about that?

Every cop in town knows about it.

Just what do you know?

Our dispatcher said

there was this hooker...

...and three men, armed and dangerous,

holed up in a cathouse.

Hell, half the units in this city

must have picked it up.

I don't care what bullshit

came over that radio.

There was just us two in that house,

and I'm a cop.

You think that piece of tin

proves anything?

You can get that out of

a box of Cracker Jacks.

It's real. You look at it!

The two fellas in the car said

you shot at them...

...put them in a hospital.

Why would a cop do that?

They shot at us, that's why.

That ain't their story.

They said you fled

the scene of an accident.

They tailed you

and you opened up at them.

Well, they're full of sh*t.

Sure as hell, somebody is.

Constable 3- 1-5.

This is dispatch.

You being a cop, you don't mind

if I tell them you're in the car?

You just forget about that.

What's your detail?

You're compounding your problem,

kidnapping an officer.

I said, what's your detail, cowboy?

I got the west side shift.

I just cruise.

Come sundown, I turn in this car

and hang up the hat.

You just cruise out this highway

towards the border, understand?

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.

If you're really a cop...

...let's turn this clit into the

people who are looking for her...

...and I'll forget the liberties

you've been taking.

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