Extreme Prejudice

Eastern airlines passenger Diane Martel, report to the baggage claim.

Flight number 20 continuing from El Paso to Houston...

For loading and unloading of passengers.

No parking.

How you doin' there, girl? How you doing, hon?

You sure lookin' pretty.

You look Italian. You Italian, ma'am?

How you doin', cowgirl?

Can I buy you an ice-cream cone?

- Excuse me. - Come on, baby.

I'm buyin' pralines and cream for everybody, girl.

Hey, don't get insulted.

As long as I got a face, you got a place to sit.

Airport bus service to downtown El Paso leaving in five minutes.

Dr. Alan Rosen, please pick up the white courtesy phone.

Hi. Yeah. Is-is Rhonda there?

Yeah, my friend Leron told me to call you. He said, you know, if I'm ever in town

call you and we could get together and do the right thing.

Oh, Fry, I got this close to getting some Fifi!

I heard you were in the Philippines.

Yeah. Subic Bay and before that, Manila.

They put me in Turkey, man, had me on recon and intel.

Put me in the middle of nowhere. Can you believe that?

Hey, hey, hey!

Dip me in shit and roll me in sugar, man!

How you doin', you uncouth asshole?

Who you calling uncouth, man? I'm couth as hell, baby.

- Where are you in from? - Panama. What about you?

Germany. I was working out of Cologne the last six months.

Getting tired of that German pussy?

- At least I get it without payin' for it. - What the hell you talking about, man?

This time, you got it easy, Grey Boy.

Just sit back and watch how I operate.

- Mr. Biddle. - Coker.

What's he gonna learn from you, Luther? How to lift weights?

You got invited to this one, huh?

Yeah, somebody's got to look out for bad-asses like you,

so they went out and got the best butt kicking non-com in the business.

Everything okay, sergeant?

- No problem. - No problem. Just sortin' things out.

This is 310. Roger, Central on 10-14.

That orange pickup is T.C. Luke's.

That's what come through the border crossin' where they cut the fence.

Uh-huh. Luke brothers, all right.

Having a little celebration 'fore they go home with the dope.

Beats the hell out of me how could they lose that bucket of bolts,

even in this rain.

The only time the border patrol wins hot pursuit is when they get laid.

You tell your boys to get here quick.

- They get wind of us, they're gone. - Christ, there goes Chub right now.

- Central. Come in, Central. - I don’t want to lose T.C., too.

Tell the border patrol that Chub and the VW's headed back their way.

- Go ahead. - This is Hank out on Highway Nine

with Jack Benteen at Rincon Norte.

Tell the border patrol that Chub Luke is coming our way.

Right, sheriff. Calling border patrol now. Rincon Norte.

You get out here on the double.

I want T.C. Luke.

T.C. Luke, I said. Aqui?

Hello, Jack.

You sure come to the right place to get in out of the rain.

Say adios to the lady, T.C. You're goin' with me.

You'll find they fit. Get into 'em.

How much help you got outside, Jack?

How much help you think I need, T.C.?

You're pushin' me hard, Jack. You're working me.

It's your choice.

Wait a minute. Now, you look here, I'm just a poor old dirt farmer.

It ain't right, Jack, your tryin' to take me in.

I'm just tryin' to make some money at something besides choppin' cotton.

Save your plea for the courthouse, T.C.

It ain't right, Jack.

I said, it ain't right!

Hold it!

Don't nobody move unless you want some of this.

Make yourself useful. Pick it up.

Put it on the table!

Now dump it out on the table!

Put your hands on your head.

Come over here.

I figured pig shit like you for pearly grips.

You son of a bitch.

Murdering bastard!

You lousy goddamn son of a bitch...

Too late, amigo, to hold your tough talk.

You had your chance.

Thanks, Jack. Just like old times.

Buenos dias, amigo.

Nice to see you again.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

That's okay. I'm glad you did.

The hours we work,

we need to make an appointment weeks in advance just to say hello.

Yeah, it kind of seems that way, don't it?

Why don't you go get yourself a Tequila or a beer or something?

Why don't you tell me what's wrong?

A fella pulled down on me in the rincon Norte last night.

He's dead.

Just another raggedy-ass dirt farmer gone broke

trying to hold on to his piece of the world

by runnin' dope across the border...

For cash Bailey.

Yeah, that's them.

A 1950 mud-brown, beat-to-shit Chevy truck with no hubcaps.

Unbelievable. We finally got some recon that's worth a good goddamn.

Two suitcases. Log the time of arrival.

Christ, I don't know how much more I can handle.

Well, then you'll just have to open up more banks, Clarence.

Expand. Think big.

Yeah, real goddamn easy for you to say.

You don't have the feds looking at your books.

Where's Andy?

Andy? He'll be in in about ten minutes or so.

We just opened up. He'll be here in a while.

That's good, 'cause I'm bringing Andy this nice rabbit.

Que bonita, éah?

Jack Benteen. Texas ranger.

Yeah, a big son of a bitch, ain't he?

- You thinkin' about takin' him on? - Might be fun.

Always did hate cops.

What have you got against cops?

Once, one hit me.

- And? - He died.

You snuffed a cop?

No, his mother-in-law backed over him by mistake in her ltd,

which is why I like fords.

Hey, Andy. Look at this.

Tell him I'm gonna bust his ass for sellin' dope if he doesn't do what I want.

Oye, pendejo.

That's not a threat, that's a promise.

Tell him to go across the border and get word to his supplier

that I want to see cash Bailey.

Tell him I want to meet cash on his side of the river.

I'll be waiting at the old blind where we used to hunt deer.

Tell him I'll be there at 12 noon.

If it don't go right,

I don't know what I can hit at the distance with this cut-down thing.

Hold down on 'em about eight inches high and you'll hit 'em right in the chest.

I'll put on a good show.

- Real western. - Yes, sir.

Buenos dias.

Give me your gun, man.

I don't give up my gun without somebody gettin' hurt.

[Buenos dias!

Hey! Just let him alone, boys.

Back off.

Remember him from Monday night football?

He was an all-star, hombre.

I believe it.

I hurt my knee.

Looks like you hurt your head.

Long time no see, stranger. You're lookin' good. Trim.

Old hell-raiser Jack and his best buddy cash.

Come on. Let's get to it.

Still live in that house your granddaddy built?

Oh, yeah. I ain't finished it yet, either.

Hey, you remember old Sally Deegan,

that terminated our mutual virginity out behind old George Fletcher's barn

the night of the senior dance? You remember?

Three rounds each.

And you never once took off your tux or your damn gardenia!

Where is old Sally now?

She's up in Salt Springs, teachin' third grade.

Oh, hell.

- Well, we all move on, don't we? - Mm-hmm.

What's on your mind, Jack?

I know you didn't come down here to tell me how good-lookin' I still am.

I come over to talk about the bomb that went off yesterday.

I got two people dead.

Yeah, well...

You know, I heard that one fellow got killed...

Was unreliable, liked to cheat his partners.

Liked to hold out on 'em.

Did you get a look at that?

You ought to pick you up one of these things.

The son of a bitch is great.

You mount a Cannon on her or rack you up some bombs,

if that's your thing and go hunt some goddamn hogs!

Oh, hell, Jack, I know you're pissed, but this is me and you.

We rode the river together.

Now, personally, I'd just be tickled pink if we could work out something,

save us both a world of grief.

We ought to work together.

You could be a hundred-thou-a-year man right now, and I'm the man that pays.

You can buy me, cash. Hell, you always could, but you can't buy the badge.

One without the other ain't no goddamn good.

Well, what in the hell else we gonna do, partner, shoot each other?

If it was me, cash, I'd haul ass. Now, that's what I'm telling you.

You can haul ass, close up your shop, get out while the getting's good.

Now, I'm offerin' you that.

I'll tell you what I think, Jack.

I think maybe I should just give more of my money to charity.

Boy scouts, united fund, Houston symphony orchestra.

And maybe you quit tryin' to be a third-generation ranger

with a spit-shine heart.

Quit sellin' dope, cash.

You don't understand. They want it, Jack!

They like the stuff!

Hell, I use it myself on occasion.

You cross the river, your ass is mine.