tell you I'd make you great?
- But we sure got screwed, man.
- Right, Dallas, we got screwed.
Not quite.
And I'd check that case if I were you.
I got a telegram from Ma in Bakersfield.
She's at another revival meeting.
What are you going to do,
you going to head back East?
Yeah, I guess so.
California ain't such a bad place.
Well, I'm not all that wild about it.
But I do like the people.
And the music is great.
Thank you.
What about Beekman?
You going to have any problems with him?
Beekman's the one with a problem.
He can't cover the bets.
- Orville, what do you say?
- I'm staying here in Jackson. Medical care.
I love the place and I love the people.
Right, Clyde?
Right, Clyde.
Hey, Beddoe!
Are you talking to me?
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
We got a little debt to settle.
We do?
$40.
Now, I believe that makes us even.
I believe so.
You know, that was one hell of a fight
you put up over there.
I mean, one hell of a fight.
I understand you boys
had a little scuffle yourself.
Yeah, wasn't half bad.
These things don't look bad
when you get them on straight.
No, they look real good.
You take care, Beddoe.
You do the same.
Let's go.
- Are we rich, Widows?
- We are rich!
What do we have here?
New girlfriend, Clyde?
Very nice, but we may have trouble
getting you this one.
We'll do what we can, boy.
I thought I recogniZed you
and your hairy friend.
Because of you,
I'm stuck out here in this steam bath.
I'm citing you for speeding
and reckless driving.
What? We were only doing 50.
- I'm impounding this truck for evidence.
- Impounded for what?
Evidence for transporting an animal
without certificates of ownership...
...and certificates of inoculation.
Nobody owns Clyde. He's a free person.
The animal goes to the kennel.
The truck goes to the police yard.
I'll be roasting out in this desert
for three years because of you, Beddoe.
You're going to pay.
Right turn, Clyde.
Onward.How would you like to have
your goddamn rig impounded?
Sorry, Officer. My hand slipped.
You better get ready
to hock your tricycle, Jack.
Yeah? Let's see your money, big mouth.
- $200 on Philo!
- You're covered!
I'll go handle this.
$1,200.
$1,200.
$50 on Philo.
What's your name?
- $1,200 more on Philo!
- You're covered!
You know,
we're covering over $8,000 so far.
We'll eat him for breakfast.
Hell, Joe whipped every Marine
in the 1st Division.
He ain't a Marine.
- Jesus, he's big.
- Yeah, he's sizeable.
They said he beat everybody
in the Marine Corps.
I ain't a marine.
I got $2,800 from the boys in Bakersfield.
You're covered.
You lose this fight, we'll be patrolling
Death Valley for the next five years.
Don't worry about it, Sarge.
Eat him up, Joe.
Eat him up.
Take care of Clyde, will you?
You know he likes to crap in squad cars.
Hey, hold it.
Okay, Joe. All right!
He's killing him!
He's moving pretty good for a corpse.
Bingo!
All right. That's it.
- He ain't down yet.
- He ain't and I ain't putting him down.
If you want to take his place,
we can arrange that.
- Fight ain't over till he's down.
- Shut up.
Great. You got him.
- How much we pull down?
- $1,200.
Where's Clyde?
- Shit.
- There.
Clyde, you got damn little respect
for the law.
Sergeant Smith.
This is going to be my last fight.
How come?
Right turn, Clyde.
I'm getting to like the pain.
- Well, I guess it's time, then.
- Yeah, I think.
I don't understand it.
I whipped every marine in my division.
- Some real tough guys.
- Jesus.
How can you stand the stench?
I can't smell nothing.
The Captain won't really transfer us,
will he, Sarge?
Seeing as we flushed $2,800
of his hard-earned bucks...
...it's Death Valley, son, believe me.
- Some real tough guys.
- Pull those guys over! They're littering!
- Shut up, will you?
Pardon me, sir, was that $3,000?
No, it is not $3,000.
Mr. Paoli bets $30,000 on the challenger?
- That's it!
- He never touched him!
Your animal's