We should call the police.
It's good publicity.
No, he's mine!
- Please turn me...
- Shut up!
No, you're gonna crawl, sleaze bag.
You'll die like a whimpering dog
in the dirt!
Or like a whimpering cat in the dirt.
Move it!
- What are you doing?
- We wanna watch.
It's a private thing!
Between him and me.
Mano a mano.
It's how John Wayne would do it.
You know, he's right.
Here. You'll need this.
If you need help, we'll be here.
Bless you, Wes.
Move it, dickhead! Come on, haul it!
You'll die like a man! Or a facsimile.
This is where we're to meet.
At least, I think this is where.
- Did Donald come up with this plan?
- Yeah.
Then it doesn't matter. It won't work.
This is Don. Over.
We read you.
Do you need assistance? Over.
Negative. Wish you could be here.
Up off your knees, slime mold!
I'm about 200... from the...
...follow the trail of blood
to the large pine...
My knife!
Now I'm...
- He's begging for mercy.
- Please, no!
I'm now taking...
His tongue is in my hand!
His tongue is in his hand?
Where's his tongue?
Jesus.
That sounded like a car door.
Don? Come in, Don.
Now from the stage
of the Grand Ole Opry...
...it's Bill Monroe and his
Blue Grass boys singing:
"Wes, Stick It Where The Sun
Don't Shine. "
Come on!
To the sleds! I want them alive. Get
those bastards! I want them back.
Let go!
- Let me drive.
- What's wrong?
You're driving like a trout
with diarrhea.
Don't start!
Wiley, move your mutts!
Every man, every weapon, follow me!
This is great. Look at that.
Those dogs are fast.
There ain't a dog alive
that'll catch this car.
Come on, let's go!
Think you were
a little wide on that turn?
I smell gas.
I'd like to get out now if I could.
I'd like out.
I don't want to die! I got to get out!
Let me out!
Good. This'll be like
shooting fish in a barrel.
Now we fire, right?
Now we wait for the support team.
I'll show you how to...
Would you move!
This car ain't worth shit.
Everybody out of the car.
Everybody back in.
They sure put one over on us.
This is the last time anybody
makes you look dumb.
Move over. I'm driving.
They're not doing anything
but taunting us. Move!
You're moving!
You're free!
Keep going!
You're free!
You're stuck!
That does it for me.
They're sneaking away.
Fire a warning shot!
- Just one.
- Check.
- Want to give me a hand?
- Well, maybe...
Don't shoot.
- Those guys are morons.
- Well-armed morons.
This is one of the neatest
times we've ever had.
- They're too far to shoot.
- Close enough.
When I go around the corner...
Hold it! Wait a minute!
Move out! And take them alive!
- Where you going?
- Queens Blvd.
What about them?
Okay.
A medal to whoever gets them!
Follow them! Forget the old fart!
Why are the dogs chasing the car?
They aren't listening!
Way to go! You're freaking them out!
Watch it!
Wiley, come now!
Oh, shit!
Stop! Stay where you are.
Nobody touch anything.
Freeze!
Our futures depend on these.
Do not read them.
You wouldn't understand.
Thank you, I got it.
These are the plans for the
reorganization of society?
May I have that?
That says you own a Minnie Pearl
takeout franchise in Detroit.
Great chicken.
New York City Municipal Bonds
due in the year 2025.
I love Broadway theatre.
You've got 5000 shares in U.S. Steel,
Christmas Club accounts...
Three books of S&H Green stamps.
I can explain.
And a catalogue with a circle around
an outdoor barbecue for 20 books.
All right!
All right.
Listen...
...I believe in America.
I'm just a simple businessman.
That's all it's about, isn't it?
Capitalism?
Making the most of an opportunity.
Know what I mean?
Give us our money back.
No refunds.
I got my receipt.
But I could make each one of you a
partner in a mini-mart in Pittsburgh.
I think I got to go now.
You really got to hand it to that guy.
I mean, economy's in the