Truck Turner

There's some dudes in a bar with busted heads and broken jaws

- Who did it? - Truck Turner

There's some pimps in their graves Who blew those pimps away?

Truck Turner

There's a girl that's so fine with stars in her eyes

- Who'd she love and who loved her? - Truck Turner

Yeah?

- Aren't you awake yet? - Yeah.

- Truck. - What time is it?

Time to take care of business. We gotta go get Garrity.

Oh, man, what's your hurry? He's still in the stockade. You got the...

Authorisation papers? I got them. Don't go back to sleep.

Pick me up at the corner of Bouchett, get it?

- Got it. - Good.

Francis, I forgot to feed you last night. I'm sorry about that.

You pissed on my shirt! My last goddamned shirt.

You fuckass son of a bitch. Get your ass off here.

Be glad when Annie gets back so she can take care of your fuckin' ass.

Slow down!

Stop bitchin'.

- You fixin' to kill us? - You won't feel a thing.

- You're in the death seat. - Oh, my God!

I didn't hear you offer to use your car.

My car?! You ain't tearin' up my new car, nigger! No, no.

- Damn, you an unclean motherfucker. - What?

- You smell like piss. - Hey, I ain't no slob.

Ain't nobody calling you a slob.

You just a foul-smelling nigger.

How come your old lady don't like me?

You gotta understand that she's a middle-class broad...

and you a gross son of a bitch.

- Naturally, she don't like you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on!

- Hey. What's your problem, mister? - Round up the staff, Judge Advocate.

We don't round up nobody around here.

Sure you do. Court-certified copy of bail bond

and authorisation to surrender on a pervert named Garrity. You Garrity?

- I could check with the major... - Relax.

Mister, I don't know what the hell you are talking about.

General, this is a warrant for his arrest.

- You two are cops? - Skip tracers.

He jumped bail, we gotta bring him in.

We got us a couple of Negro bounty hunters here!

- I'll just call the major, check on... - Just relax.

You gonna bring him out or do we have to go in and get him?

Enlist. I tell you what, you try us again on Mother's Day.

Then you won't have any trouble gettin' in.

Go play with yourself, redneck!

- What you doin'? - Shit, I need a new tyre.

- Halt! - Goddamn it, hit the left rear.

Dave, if only you'd listened.

What was I supposed to do? Let 'em drive through like they own the place?

You don't let 'em drive through, but if you'd just let me call the major...

We did what we were supposed to do. We stopped them, didn't we?

This man skipped bail. I can do whatever is necessary to surrender him to court.

Garrity's a good man. A man wounded twice in the line of duty.

Of course, he has his problems. Spends most of his time in the brig.

- You civilians have no understanding... - I didn't bring no violin.

Have you ever been in combat? Do you know what kind of hell that is?

No, man. I'm a faggot.

- You're on a military base, Mr Turner. - Garrity raped a 13-year-old girl.

Snatched off her drawers, ripped her wide open and beat her half to death.

- Mr Turner, these things take time. - Get the grease out your ass!

- Lighten up, he's a major. - I don't care if he's a general.

What are you gonna say when the papers print you're harbouring a child molester?

Well, I... I... I...

Let Garrity leave the base...

in civilian clothing.

Thanks, Major...

for the new tyre.

Later.

I knew you had to be stupid to be a skip tracer.

But you tar babies take the cake!

I heard about you, Turner.

From what they told me about you, I expected a two-ton gorilla.

- But you're just another nigger. - Why don't you shut up?

Why, you shuffle-footed overgrown coon!

Open your mouth one more time and I'm gonna kick your teeth down your throat.

You're a big man while I've got these cuffs on, ain't you?

Come on, that's enough! Ain't you beat him enough?

Damn, Truck. Did you have to beat him so bad?

He had it comin'.

Run it down. What's goin' on here, King?

- How much you get for a rogue like that? - $50 each and expenses.

- Get one every day for a year and... - We wouldn't be lollygaggin' with you.

Fix me up with a pass to see Annie.

- Who? - You know, my big doll!

Sarge, Jesse James is here.

No, Turner. Truck.

Yeah. Just a minute.

He says you got two minutes, and leave that cannon here.

Hey, man, you tell him this ain't no cannon. Dig it?

Hey, look at him! He can't wait to get some.

Say, man. Where's that old grouchy broad of yours?

Man, that's my wife.

Oh, my God!

Hey, fine black thing.

Shut up! Hagglin' bitches.

Truck, what's wrong?

Nothing.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I'm doin' this time. I ain't lettin' it do me.

That's my girl. Don't let this bullshit get you down.

- I can't stand it. - I know.

When I get out, Truck, can you and me go away someplace?

Where do you wanna go?

I don't care. We've been together a long time and we ain't never been nowhere.

Time's up.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Bye, Truck.

- Know what JD called my old lady? - What?

A jive-ass broad.

Can you blame him?

One of these days, you gonna break your neck! Why don't you buy yourself some?

Last time I listened to you, they put penicillin in my ass.

- Everybody gets it once! - Some twice.

My old lady gets out tomorrow and I can't wait.

You gonna be deep into that for days!

You got that right! All the way to the bone.

- Why'd she want another television? - I don't know.

- Was it worth 30 days? - The judge gave her 30 days, not me.

Everybody says "Go see Nate Dinwiddie. He'll get your husband out."

Woman, don't jive me.

The bail is $1,000. That makes the bond $100.

If your cheque bounces or your old man splits, I get burned for $1,000.

What you mean, "bounce"? Oh, no. Not Anna May's cheque.

- You guys back already? - No.

- What about Garrity? - Across the street.

Good.

This ain't Safeway. I'm a bail bondsman. We don't take no cheques.

- How much cash you got? - 75.

- Got any credit cards? - You take food stamps?

Ah! Get your ass up.

- Ain't that you up there? - Yeah. Mm-hm.

Hey, I seen you play.

Truck Mack Turner.

Mack Truck Turner.

You got hurt, didn't you?

It takes talent. It takes guts to play hurt.

Guts, that's what this game's all about.

- Thank you so much. - You're all right.

You go on over to the jail. I'll take care of the rest.

Get up.

- Hey, man, who's the heavy? - Her husband's in for drunk-driving.

If I had a wife that size, I'd drink too.

Didn't I take care of you already?

Get the hell out of here.

Thanks.

Jerry, he still thinks the women in Tahiti walk around with their tits hangin' out.

That's right. That's where I'm gonna retire.

Man, Tahiti's just like Miami Beach.

Shit. I'm still gonna buy me a boat and cruise there.

I wish you two would argue after I get paid.

- Let me write you a cheque. - A what?

- Fogarty called. He's got something. - Whatever he got, I don't want it.

- I'm on vacation. - Vacation?

His booster gets out today.

That thievin' bitch is gonna be on the streets?

She'll steal your drawers one day and sell 'em.

- Get off my back, Papa Doc. - Man, he's right!

You oughta send that bitch back to the Dalton gang.

- Why don't she get a job? - She went that route before.

- She'd rather be a booster. - I'll straighten her out.

What can you do for her? Jail didn't do her no good.

- He's right. - What the hell's goin' on here?

We callin' a spade a spade.

No, we callin' her a thief.

The woman digs me and I dig her. I ain't cuttin' her loose.

Ain't nobody asking you to cut her loose. Just cut the bitch's hands off.

Freeze your shit and get off my case.

You should see Fogarty. He's talking five bills.

You creepin'. Get some speed up.

This ain't no tank. This is my wife's new car.

Let me see what this new rod'll do. Open up.

I don't wanna get no ticket!

- Streets are clear. Come on, hit it. - You ain't ready.

I don't believe it'd do nothing anyway. This can't outperform a truck.

- Are you ready? - Are you ready?

Hold on, Truck, cos we movin'! We go!

Yeah, yeah!

- Uh-oh. - What d'you mean?

- Look what you got me into now, nigger. - It's your car, not mine.

Good day, Officer.

- This your car? - The finance company lets me drive it.

- You see that stop sign? - It was covered by the trees.

- Let me see your licence. - But, blood...

Damn, this a ugly picture.

- What you laughing at? - Nothing, Officer.

Laugh this ticket off.

You got a nice rod but you should drive more carefully.

I'm sorry, Fogarty. His bond went forfeit over 24 hours ago.

Let me have one more day.

- I'm sorry. - You don't realise what this'll do to me.

- Choose your clients more carefully. - Where the hell am I...

Mr Davidson, will you please stop interrupting this court?

I'm sorry, Your Honour.

Hi, Turner, Jerry. Glad to see you.

I got a real easy one here for you.

Guy's name is Richard Leroy Johnson. Also known as Gator.

His last known address is a vacant lot. Bail is $30,000. He jumped it yesterday.