Cody.
Ellen, Baby Doll, get down in the back.
Fish, McCoy, we work for the Sorels.
- Fish, you're the manager.
- I'm way ahead of you, Cody.
I'll handle this. I'll talk us through.
Hey, guys, how's it going?
I'm the bus driver here for the Sorels.
We're on our way to a gig
at an after-hours joint.
- The Sorels, the singers. You know 'em?
- No, never heard of 'em.
- You know what's going on here?
- All I know is we're running real late.
Babe, some outfit broke into the Battery
and burned it down.
- Really?
- Knock off the crap, will ya?
Anybody that goes into the Battery and
does some damage deserves a medal.
- Let me tell you how we look at it.
- Cut the shit, OK?
You guys have got a big job to do.
Now, let us through or do you want
to come to a financial arrangement?
- What do you think, Harry?
- What we've got here is a model citizen.
I knew you guys talked my language.
Keep it coming.
- Just take a big bite.
- That's right.
- There's some integrity left in the force!
- You are too anxious to buy us off.
- Spade musicians and a wad of money.
- (all) Spade?
All right, everybody off the bus.
All right. Now, this is
how we're going to play it.
You're going to walk off this bus
like there's nothing wrong. Get me?
- All right, down on the ground.
- Do it now!
- All right. OK.
- Get on with it.
Don't worry about it, fellas.
We'll be out of your face in no time.
Some of you have got cute little asses.
A shame to blow them off.
- Get down.
- Holy shit.
- (wild cheering)
- All right.
Come on, man, let's get outta here.
Let's go.
(shouting)
- Go! Go!
- (shouting)
Shut the hell up! McCoy, pull down
a back alley. We need to dump the bus.
First he dumps the car and now the bus.
Code 99. Code 99.
Blockade across on Ardmore.
- Over here.
- Suspects armed and dangerous.
Repeat, armed and dangerous.
Broke blockade.
Heading north on Ardmore.
Cannot pursue. Do you copy?
Goddamn it, this is the blockade
at Ardmore. Come back to me.
Whoa!
(sirens)
- Move over.
- Faster.
- We had $1,000 in that bus.
- I lost my clothes. The luggage is gone.
- All the sheet music is gone.
- This is great.
- On our way to the Richmond. No bus.
- You shouldn't have stopped.
I...
He ain't a real social kind of guy, is he?
Really?
Gee, I think he's a real sweetheart.
Cut him some slack. He was there for you.
Yeah, he earned his money.
You've got a funny way of sayin' thanks
when someone saves your ass.
Why don't you go and sit with your pal
Billy? I guess he's more your kind of guy.
Yeah, I think maybe I will.
Don't worry, babe.
Everything is going to be OK from now on.
We're gonna be great.
Reva, Ellen Aim is back. Tom is with her.
- Is he OK?
- He looked all right to me.
Chief.
Tom.
Aw, Reva, cut it out. We made it.
Everybody's in one piece.
What about that, Ellen? You OK?
- Yeah, I'm all right, I guess.
- She's tired. She's been roughed up.
I'm gonna take her back to the hotel
so she can get some rest.
This started because of a gig
in this shithole.
I should have stayed
the hell away from this dump.
- Is that the way you feel about it, Ellen?
- I just want to get away from here.
- Get back on the road.
- Now you're talking, kiddo.
Come on, let's get outta here.
I hate you for taking money
to come and get me.
That's tellin' him, Ellen.
(cheering)
I guess she doesn't like you much.
She doesn't seem thankful.
- One thing about you, you catch on quick.
- That's right and I get the job done.
Good. Because I think it's just starting.
(motorcycle)
- What does he want to talk about?
- Tom Cody.
I want Tom Cody.
I want to nail his head to the sidewalk
under the marquee that says "Ellen Aim".
And just to prove to you
I'm gonna be a nice guy,
I'm coming in with just two of my men.
After I take care of Cody,
there'll be no more trouble.
Do your job, man. Keep the peace.
Hey, Cody, I need a drink.
Let's get outta here.
Maybe I can pick a