The Getaway

-Now that's got some kick, Doc.

This P.P.K.S. is a sweet little weapon.

- Try not to pull so hard on the trigger.

You're throwin' off your sights. All it takes is practice.

-.38 is too small. -"Too small," she says.

What d'ya say, Doc?

$300,000, that's a lot of money. I'm tellin' ya straight.

-Sounds too easy. -Oh, it is.

What we gotta do is break his sorry ass outta jail,

get him across the old Rio Grande.

-What's the hard part? -Collecting.

Not this time. This here Mexican's uncle is loaded.

Come on, Carol, help me out. Tell Doc it's a good deal.

We'll split the money 50-50.

You are kidding. I'm on this job too, you know.

Got a smart woman there, Doc. You taught her real well.

I guess she figures we do most of the work, we get most of the cash.

Well, I don't know about that.

-I'm supplying the plane and the deal.

-Without that, you got nothin'.

-Which one d'you like, baby? -I like the Colt.

The Colt's mine.

But I want it.

Excuse me. I hate to break up this beautiful moment here,

but I need to know what you're gonna do, Doc.

Are you in or out?

-I guess I can take that as a yes, huh?

I'll think about it.

Don't think too goddamn long!

Do it myself.

- Hey, where's my lawyer?

- Mendoza!

Come on out!

Step up to the line. Turn around.

925, comin' up on your right. Over.

Okay, I see you.

Up here on the left. This is perfect.

You got three minutes to pull this off.

-Once I get in the van. I know. -Right.

-What? -Hell of a way to make a livin', Doc.

Well, you should've married a dentist.

You're gonna telephone Gibson. Right?

I don't know.

I Oye, Mendoza!

-Follow me.

- Hey, don't forget to blow the judge.

Hey, Mendoza, kiss us good-bye before you leave.

Come on, let's go. The judge is waitin'.

Come on, keep moving.

1208, they're moving out. Over.

1208, go now. Go now.

-What's she doin'? Come on, move it!

- Let's move outta here, sweetheart.

- What the f*** you want?

-Hurry up!

- Officer, they got out of your van!

-Let's go, man! Vamonos!

-Buenos dias, amigo.

Make a left here, then make another left.

-Ya lost your cargo, ya dumb fucks. - i Adios, pendejo!

- Keep it running.

-Better hold onto this. -Good to be back.

-I Gracias! -Let's go.

You're gonna be a big hero with my uncle, man. Mucho dinero.

-Hey, Jos. -Hey, Luis!

- Hey, Luis, bienvenido. -Hola, Lupe.

-Luis,? Dnde has estado? -Hola.

- i Tio! - Luis,? Qu tal?

Djame verte.

- Gracias por sacarme de ese infierno, tio.

Una cerveza para mi sobrino.

Very smooth piece of work.

You know, your job even got you on the 5:00 News on the cable down here.

It's all there. You can check it, if you wish.

And thank you for bringing my nephew back to me.

-Who could do such a terrible thing to my nephew, huh?

Luis was a nice family man,

but his accounts were short for 100 million pesos.

Nice doing business with you.

Ya va saliendo del edificio.

-F*** me! Let's go! -Sh*t!

-Vamonos! -We're outta here, boss.

Manos arriba, gringo.

Gracias.

-May I help you, ma'am? -I'm here to see my husband, Carter McCoy.

Okay. Come to the gate.

Vaya por ahi.

Derecho.

Vente conmigo. Tienes un visitante.

-Hi, Doc. -Hi, baby.

You been doin' okay?

Pretty good.

I...

I went to see my brother in Oklahoma, see his kids.

God, Doc.

Hey. Hey.

I think I've got a way out of this place.

There's this guy that works out of Phoenix.

His name's Jack Benyon.

Controls a lot of action on both sides of the border,

and he's plannin' something very big.

-Lookin' for a guy that can handle security.

Explosives. For the right guy, he'll pull some strings.

Benyon knows about me.

You contact him. Tell him I'm for sale.

Just get me the hell outta here.

Can you do that? Can you do that for me?

I'm not spendin' the next 20 years without you.

Welcome to the Arizona Biltmore.

Ooh. My, my, my. Ooh.

You Doc McCoy's wife?

-That's right. -Mm-hmm.

Jim Deer Jackson. May I have your purse?

I work for Mr. Benyon.

Mrs. McCoy, I have to frisk you.

Huh.

Excuse me, Mr. Benyon, sir.

Your guest has arrived.

-I bet that made your day.

- Ah, my morning, anyway.

Hello, Mrs. McCoy. I'm Jack Benyon.

-Nice to meet you. -The pleasure is all mine.

Sorry about Jim Deer here.

Sometimes he enjoys his work too much.

Mr. Benyon, I came here to talk about my husband.

-Won't you please sit down? -Sure. Thank you.

You care for a drink?

Scotch, please.

-Rocks? -Be fine.

How is your husband?

He could be a lot better.

Prisons in Mexico aren't very nice.

Even harder for a gringo down there, isn't it?

It's a shame for a fellow with all his talent.

I understand you have a job.

-Maybe you could help each other out.

-It's possible.

Thank you.

Doc's in prison in Mexico.

It's complicated.

I can get myself another guy. Why should I bother with your husband?

Doc's the best.

Isn't that what you want?

Yeah, that's what I want.

So just how cooperative are the McCoys willing to be?

-Very.

You know, you deserve a lot better. You're way outta his league.

How long's he been in?

-Over a year. -Ooh.

That's a long time, isn't it?

It's a very long time.

Yeah.

What's your name?

McCoy.

Sala, va a salir McCoy.

- Esta bien.

Aeropuerto.

Arizona Air Taxi's flight from Phoenix to Tucson...

will be departing in five minutes.

I'm sorry I'm late. Did you wait long?

No, not long.

- I missed you so much.

- But the... - San Jose S...

...penalty applied to all...

Where is it, S...

I can't get a good station on here.

I'm just as nervous as you are.

Your best time! Can we do this again on Saturday?

You bet we can. No problem.

-You better, 'cause that's the boy we gotta beat.

- Take her inside.

- She sounds good. How does it handle, all right?

Is the steering a little tighter?

- Just gonna get a beer, all right?

-Make it a short day. Good work, Sam. -Right, sir.

-May I get you a beer or something? -No, thank you.

Guess you don't mix business and pleasure.

Me, I mix 'em all the time.

You know, your wife spoke highly of you.

You're a lucky man to have such a woman to run your errands.

What can I do for you?

Dog track right here in town.

A very well-built safe, big vault room, just like a bank.

There's no money at the dog races. Even the payroll is small-time.

This track's different. It'll be there, trust me.

-How much? -Million, maybe two.

Maybe more. You see, I know the people running the operation.

I used to get a cut of the action until they decided they didn't need me.

-What's the deal? -I keep two-thirds; you keep one.

You take care of your crew out of your end.

Pretty generous considering I got you out of prison.

And I can put you right back in.

Now let's go meet your boys. I got you some professionals.

I like to use my own people.

It doesn't much matter what you like. Does it?

There he is. Just like old times.

Good to see ya, Doc.

Finally let ya out, huh?

Hey, I'm Frank Hansen. I'm pleased to meet you.

You worked with Jack Easler out of Galveston, right?

Yeah. Cops blew Jack up a couple months ago.

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