Naked Angels (1969) - full transcript
Mother has just got out of prison and wants to get revenge on the biker gang that put him there. He teams up with his old gang "The Angels" and they head to the desert to get even. Soon, Mother's obsession begins to take it's toll on his relationship with his girlfriend, Marlene, and the respect his gang has for him quickly dwindles until he is left alone in the desert to fend for himself.
(footsteps echoing)
(traffic rumbling)
- [Man] Hey, somebody has got my scooter!
- [Man] His bike, (speaking faintly).
(engine drowns out speech)
Come on, come on, they're on
Sixth Street (speaks faintly).
- [Man] Sixth Street, get him!
- [Man] Hurry up, let's go!
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
- [Man] Uh oh.
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Oh!
- [Man] Ow.
- [Man] Ow.
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(man shouts)
♪ Wish I were back ♪
- [Woman] Hey, it's good to have you back!
Where've you been all these months?
(overlapping voices)
- Hey, Mother, now you're back,
anyone else we can do for ya?
- You're back.
- Right.
(overlapping voices)
- [Man] Hey, look who's here.
How many of them nurses did
you get in that hospital, baby?
- [Man] Woo, Papa Bear
is back, look at him.
- [Man] Oh oh.
- Man, that is beautiful.
(smacks resounding)
(all clamoring and cheering)
♪ Speaks ♪
(man spits)
♪ I still want to convince you ♪
(gargling)
(laughing)
(gargling)
(singing faintly)
- Outta sight, baby!
(cheering)
- Good to have you back man.
(cheering)
- Yay!
(soft music)
♪ Wish I were back in the war ♪
♪ Mm ♪
- That's it!
- Hey!
- That's more like it.
(clamoring and cheering)
El Presidente!
- Speech!
- Speech!
- Hey.
- [Man] Okay, buddy, go find your thrill.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- All right, all right,
man, I got a speech.
I got a speech, it's called
Vegas Caper Part Two.
Anybody interested?
- Sure!
- [Several] Yeah!
- Hey, man, it starts tonight.
(clamoring)
Hey man, get the rest of the members.
- Thanks for your speech.
- Woo!
- [Woman] Hey hey!
(clamoring)
- We were worried about you, man.
Nobody'd tell us where you were.
All we heard was that those Vegas cats
cut you up pretty bad.
- Why didn't you tell us where you were?
- [Man] Why didn't you tell us?
- Well, you finally let us
go get 'em for you, huh?
- Look, man, I'm gonna
have to set you straight.
Now I've waited a long time for this.
And I'm gonna get 'em for myself.
You and the rest of this
club are gonna come along.
Because if some punks from
Vegas can come down here
and wipe out the president,
and get away with it,
then you better get rid of your putter
and get a job sellin' shoes.
- Now hold on, Mother.
- Either you're in or out!
That's the way it is.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey Mother, there's
only one lousy bike.
- One's better'n nothin'.
(honkytonk music)
♪ If I could cross and
belly against the bar ♪
♪ I could sing all the
things that wouldn't all ♪
- [Mother] All right, we got one of 'em.
Let's find out where the
rest of these clowns are.
- Hey, man, wait a minute; what is this?
- I'll show you what it is!
(grunting)
- You're in the presence
of royalty, baby!
- [Mother] Where are the rest
of your punk friends, man?
- How the hell would I know?
- Where?
- Didn't quite hear ya.
- They went to LA; you know, for a run.
- Sure, yeah, you
remember, the road to LA?
- [Mother] There's only one
road to LA, and we were on it.
Now where did they go?
(grunting)
- [Man] Don't ever do that again.
- [Mother] Where?
- A run in the desert.
- Where in the desert, clown?
- Come on, come on.
- Hey man, Baby and his friends here
didn't forget the words
when they wasted me.
Did you, Baby?
(grunting and coughing)
- All right, all right, right.
They're at a place called Devil's Head.
An old mine out in the desert.
- Where in the desert?
- Take 15 to Good Springs,
and turn off at the
second fork to the right.
(clattering)
(clamoring)
- Everything's cool, man, we'll find 'em.
- Yeah, meanwhile let's get outta here,
before we all get busted.
Sooner we get out in the desert,
the sooner we find 'em, right?
- Yeah, I know how you feel.
But most of us are pretty wasted, man.
We'd like to relax a little bit.
Pick up some other action in Vegas.
(honkytonk piano music)
If you're worried about
Marlene, there's no need to be.
She always was your old lady.
I guess she still wants to be.
- Oh, I'm not so sure, man.
Know what I been doin'
for the last two months?
Layin' in some funky hospital
makin' straw baskets.
There's no way I'm gonna
get myself together, Ben,
until I find those punks.
- I know, but you need
the rest of the club, man.
Give 'em a night on Vegas.
First thing in the mornin',
we'll take off for the desert.
(honkytonk piano music)
- Nah, I gotta go.
Tell the rest of 'em to meet me
at two o'clock, at Second and Green.
(traffic roaring)
(piano music)
- Bad town to ride alone.
- Well, let's get cookin'.
- Hey, mm. (smooches)
(engines rumbling)
(jazzy rock music)
(engine rumbling)
(tires squealing)
(smacks resound)
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
(funky rock music)
- He never used to be like
this, can't you see that?
Not like this. (sighs)
It's like he's gotta
think about something.
Nothin' and nobody matters
to him except getting even.
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
(tires squealing)
- Hey, shirt!
(door latch clicks)
(funky music)
Hyah!
(blows thudding)
(blues rock music)
(thudding)
(blows thudding)
(blows thudding)
(footsteps echoing)
- [Man] Yeah, man.
- [Man] Ha, hey, hey!
(clattering)
- All right, hold it!
What's going on here?
- Punks jumped us.
- Oh, yeah.
- Shut it, both of you!
I don't wanna hear any lip
from either one of you!
- Hell, I was just playin'
the flute, Officer.
- All right, move!
- Where?
- Come on, move out!
Let's get going.
- Come on, come on.
- Come on, come on,
keep moving.
- Come on!
- Let's go,
let's get it goin'.
- [Man] Come on, move it out!
(women exclaim)
- All right, keep it moving.
- [Officer] Right down
to the bottom, get goin'.
- All right.
- Okay, okay,
join your group, get down there.
(clamoring)
Come on!
(women shrieking)
All the way!
(exclaiming)
- What are you...
(laughing)
- [Man] Hey, move it!
(exclaiming)
- All right, you punks.
You got 10 minutes to get out of town.
If you're not outta town in 10 minutes,
you'll be here in a year.
- You'll be here when--
- Shut up, preacher!
- Hey, man.
- You can talk all you want
when you're out of town, now move!
(grumbling)
- [Man] Hey, where's
my gas at, man, how...
- Move it, move it.
- Come on, for--
- All right, all right.
(engine rumbling)
(engines rumbling)
(Mother shouts faintly)
(shouting faintly)
(slow rock music)
(engines rumbling)
(insects chirring)
(flute music)
(smack resounds)
(slow guitar music)
(smacks resound)
(Marlene exclaims)
(Mother sighs)
(Marlene sighs)
- Hey!
- Get up!
Shine and ready!
Come on, Cockroach.
- Jesus Christ.
- Come on!
Come on, up up.
- Up yours.
- Come on, Kosh, you hummers, get up here.
- You big--
- Come on, man, get up.
- Great--
- Let's go!
(engines rumbling)
(slow rock music)
(rock music)
- (speaking faintly) Animal's got a flat!
- Oh, for Christ's sake,
well tell him to hurry up.
- Yeah, boss, yeah sure.
(engine rumbling)
(shouting faintly)
Woo!
(engines rumbling)
- Hey Roach, look, look, it's a band!
(speaking faintly)
(Roach imitates engine roaring)
(laughing)
- You know, I'm surprised we got this far
without blowin' a tire.
You know, damn lucky it
didn't really come off.
- Lucky?
If I had my way, we'd still be in Vegas.
- Yeah, but you don't have your way.
And we're not in Vegas, are we, Animal?
- You bet your sweet life we're not.
- Don't let us hang you up, man.
If that's where you wanna be, go ahead.
Only don't get in our way.
- [Fingers] You want some help?
- [Animal] Maybe in a minute,
you can help me get the tire off.
(tools clinking)
(fly buzzing)
- Hey man, you sure you
wanna go to Devil's Head?
- Why don't you just keep
off everybody's back?
- Move it, bitch.
(tools clinking)
(speaking faintly)
- Goddamn this sand.
I'm never gonna get it out of my hair.
What I wouldn't give for
a nice long, cold shower.
- What I wouldn't give for
a nice long, cold anything.
- If it was cold I'd let you have mine.
- Man, if it were cold,
nobody would want it.
(laughing)
(clicking)
(fly buzzing)
- [Woman] Cockroach, what are you doing?
- [Cockroach] Lookin' for bugs.
- [Woman] What?
- [Cockroach] I'm hungry.
- [Woman] You know, you're crazy.
- Listen, if you really wanna ride bikes,
you gotta eat bugs.
Now cockroaches, water bugs,
other types of household bugs,
and lizards are very good.
(fly buzzes)
The thing to do
is not to think about it.
Matter of fact,
next to girls, I'll eat a bug.
(wind roaring faintly)
- You know somethin', Cockroach?
- What's that?
- You're disgusting.
(laughing)
- Come on, Animal, shake it up.
- [Animal] Get him a beer, Mouse.
- [Fingers] We're doin' all right, Mother.
- Beer, man?
- How many we got left?
- Oh, two, three maybe.
- Give it to somebody else.
- I'll take it, bring it here.
- All right, the party's
over, let's get on the road.
- Maybe this thing at Devil's Head'll
straighten him out huh?
- Man, let's hope so.
- Straighten somebody out.
- Yeah.
(engines rumbling)
- [Man] Let's get it moving.
(rock music)
(motorcycle thudding)
- [Man] Hey, wait a minute, Chief's down!
- What happened?
- Hey, hold on,
go tell Mother the Chief's down.
- [Man] Goddamn roads.
- [Man] And give the red
to the people back here.
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey, somebody fall down?
- Christ, I didn't even
see that one comin'.
What the hell kind of maniac designed--
- [Mother] If you'd've been on the road,
this wouldn't have happened.
(clamoring)
- Hey!
- Hey, hey hey.
Relax, man.
(engine rumbling)
- All right, let's get movin',
Captain Quick is all right.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Animal] Hold it, man, we're stoppin'.
Now we need a break, baby.
Now this place looks as good as any.
(engines rumbling)
- Man, didn't you see
that place back there?
It looked outta sight.
- Come on, man, let's stop.
- Let's smoke some dope, man.
- There's water over there, and shade,
and we're wasted, Mother.
- This place is a dump.
- And I'm pretty wasted too.
Now just over the ridge
here we got Baxter.
They got food, water, oil,
gas, everything we need.
We can make it there in
an hour with no sweat.
- No sweat, huh?
- Yeah, no sweat.
All right, come on, let's go.
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] That's the rest of the goddamn--
- Hey, (speaking faintly).
(overlapping voices)
- [Woman] Oh my God, second person down.
(engines rumbling)
(fly buzzing)
(gasping)
(slurping)
- How much father do you think it is?
- You heard what the man said,
just over the next ridge.
- Yeah, look where the next ridge is.
- I'm hip.
- It's madness, man.
We should've stopped back
there in Goody Springs
or whatever the hell it was called.
- Yeah, this is really screwed.
- [Animal] I've had just
about enough of this.
(fly buzzes)
- All right, everybody's through
with their little siesta.
Moldy, you pack with Skin.
Get on the road.
- What?
- [Mother] You heard
me, put him on your bike
and let's get goin'.
- What about his bike?
- Never mind his bike.
- I need my back, man, I ain't
leavin' my bike for nobody!
- What is it now?
- It's him, man, he wants
Moldy to leave his bike.
- Now that is different.
Leavin' a man's bike
in this rotten desert.
A bike is a delicate
machine, you just don't go
leavin' it anywhere!
Now Moldy's done every
cent his old lady could get
in that bike, and if I were
him, I wouldn't leave it.
- He's right, man; now I could see maybe
leavin' your old lady behind or somethin'.
But not his bike.
- Animal, how long will it take you
to get Moldy's bike back on the road?
- We still gotta clean the--
- You got 10 minutes.
If it's not finished in 10 minutes,
we're leavin' without it.
- Hold it!
- You leave Moldy's bike, you leave me.
- Yeah, and me too, 'cause
I'm not going anywhere else
till I get some rest.
- Me either.
- Right.
- [Marlene] Yeah, and some water.
- You people are out of your gourds.
You can't stay out here in this heat.
- Well why didn't we stop in Good Springs
like we all wanted to?
- Yeah, whose fault is it
that we're out here anyway?
- Now just a minute--
- We should've stopped.
- [Mother] What?
- We're not gonna leave
anything or anybody behind,
just to--
- Just to what?
- Just so we don't have
to play your silly games!
- Shut up, bitch.
You poor, stupid clowns,
you really don't know
what's happening, do you?
You can't stay out in this heat
and let things happen, no way.
We got a long way to go,
and all you jive, lame mothers can do
is bitch about how uptight
you are and how hot you are.
All right, it's a bummer
about Moldy coming off.
But that's the way it is.
And the bike's gonna be
all right, what's one day?
What, are the ants gonna eat it?
If we're gonna catch those
punks at Devil's Head,
we're gonna haul ass outta
here starting yesterday.
This is not a party.
I don't know who put that
idea in your space head.
Oh man, this gang is loose.
I feel like I come back
to goddamned funeral.
Now shut up!
- Shut up?
Shut up, that's all we have
been doing is shutting up.
We haven't been sayin' nothin'.
You don't wanna hear nothin'
from anybody but yourself, do you?
Well that's fine, but look
where that has got us.
We haven't got any food,
we haven't got any water.
We haven't got any gas.
Don't you know that Moldy
is the second one to crash?
How the hell do you
think the rest of us feel
out here in this desert,
in this sand, in this heat?
You just don't care about
nothin' any more, now do you?
You, you think,
you think that you can put me on
and then rip me off like
your filthy clothes?
You're wrong.
You're wrong.
Big Mother, ha!
You're nothing.
You're nothin'.
You're nothing but a big,
filthy, ugly, no-class
good-for-nothing bastard!
No, you don't have
anything on your head, ow!
(screaming)
Ow! (screaming)
- All right, bitch.
All right, now this bitch
is officially turned out.
She's become the new mama for
this here motorcycle gang.
Mama Marlene.
Anybody wants to get in
on this little gang bang,
you line up right here.
What about you, Pete?
Come on, man, get in here
and get your thing wet.
- [Pete] No.
- [Mother] Come on, man,
you're a big stud here.
- No, man.
- What about you, Animal?
Come on, get in here and
use your wrench, man.
That's your favorite tool.
- [Marlene] (wails) Oh God! (wails)
- All right, come on, let's get it on!
Come on, baby.
- Ralph!
Ralph!
- Too much, man.
You've gone too far this time.
This is a club, not a mob.
You seem to think you're the only one
that's important around here.
Beats me why you bothered to come back.
Now we're gonna get to where we're goin'.
And we're gonna do what we have to do,
but not by throwin' our
bikes or our women out.
What do you think we are, a
bunch of flipped-out hippies?
Now you leave her alone,
and you leave him alone,
and you leave us alone.
I think it's time you split.
I love you, man,
but you're on a bummer!
Go work your hang-ups
out on somebody else.
- I'm the one that's
hangin' this scene up, huh?
I'm the one that's responsible
for this gang being so loose?
Well I've been away,
in case my old lady
didn't remind you, baby.
I'm the one here, huh?
(fly buzzes)
- Jesus, get some gas
and put it in his tank.
- [Jesus] Moe, don't
you have a gallon of gas
in the three-wheeler?
- [Moe] A gallon, si.
- You freaks won't get 10 miles
without me and you know it.
- We'll take that chance.
Now you've got almost a full tank.
You get outta here, the way we came.
And as soon as you get outta sight,
man, what you do is your own business.
We just don't wanna see you
around here, or around us.
(wind roaring faintly)
(engine rumbling)
(wind roaring faintly)
(rock music)
- Can you tell me where the
mine is at Devil's Head?
- Yep.
- If I take this here road
back to Shaffer, can I get there?
- Well, depends on where the road is.
Never can quite tell this time of year.
- Now let's just say I
can; how far out is it?
- When old Mack rode
up there on his horse--
- Hey, I'm not on a horse, man.
- Took an hour or so,
then again, if it rains...
You go in the rain?
- Can I get gas there?
- Sometimes you can, sometimes they ain't.
Well you see, it all depends on Charlie.
(engine rumbling)
Better get yourself plenty of water!
It's mighty thirsty out there.
Ain't seen Charlie in quite a spell.
Could be dead, for all I know.
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
- Hey, what's happening?
- It's that way, huh?
- Yeah, it's up the road,
but it sure is a hell of a lot shorter.
- Yeah, but is that the road
Mother said was a problem?
- Yeah, we can make it.
- Let's take the soft road.
- Okay.
- Yeah, let's get there.
What do you say?
- Okay.
- Let's do it.
- Come on, let's get it over with.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- You wanna fill her up?
And I'm gonna need some water.
Can I get some water around here?
- Closed.
- [Mother] Where's the head?
- I said we're closed,
it's past 12 o'clock.
- [Mother] What do you
mean it's past 12 o'clock?
I need some gas, man.
- I can't help you,
you'll have to come back at three.
- Now what are you talkin' about, old man?
I got noplace else to go.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, well I'm sorry about it, too,
but you're gonna pump me some of that gas.
- Can't; pump's locked.
- All right, old man,
get your tail in gear
and get over here and open that--
- No, no, now you keep away.
We're shut, I tell ya, we're
shut every day, 12 to three.
I know your kind now, now, now keep away.
I wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
I'd shoot you down,
just like I would a dog.
That's what you are, dogs!
With your smashin', and killin',
and, and, and
rapin'!
Women,
rapin' women.
Dogs! (whimpering)
Keep, keep away, don't come...
Rapin' (moaning)
women! (sobbing)
(fly buzzes)
(man sobs)
(engine rumbling)
(man sobbing)
(rock music)
(wind roaring faintly)
(jaunty blues music)
(clattering)
(slow music)
(clattering)
(jaunty blues music)
- [Cockroach] Godforsaken
place, you can't even
see a decent telephone pole.
- Knock it off, Cockroach,
you stick to your bugs.
(laughs sarcastically)
- I knew it was the wrong road.
I knew we never should've
headed straight west.
I knew someone'd run out of gas.
- Aw, cool it, Roach, that
ain't gonna get us any gas.
Just lay off, man, lighten up.
- Hey Stash.
- What?
- Gimme a joint.
_ I'm all out, man.
- What?
- I don't have any grass, man.
Look, I got a couple
tabes of I'll Be Blue.
That'll get you on it, okay?
- Hey, what kind of supply man are you?
Got no grass.
- Hey, look, man.
Where are you?
The borders were closed.
I didn't score; now we're
lucky to have what we have.
You want some or not?
- AH never mind, forget it.
- Okay, Day Tripper.
- Well, we might as well
make ourselves at home.
- Nice place to visit.
- Oh, real nice place to visit.
- Oh, Mother.
- Hey, Fingers, how the hell
we supposed to get some gas?
- You tell me, bug-eater.
- Hey, I didn't pick this stupid road.
Even Mother wouldn't
have gone this far off.
- Yeah, yeah, and the sky's
fallin' in too, Chicken Little.
- Hey, Moldy.
Hey, I think I'm losin' my mind, man.
Take a look behind you.
- I don't see nothin'.
What are you talkin' about, Mouse?
- [Mouse] No, man, look
where I'm pointin'.
There's what looks like a tanker comin',
and I think he's comin' this way.
Baby, I hope that's not a diesel.
Shirley, babe, we gonna be
able to fill your tank again.
- Sure, Mouse, sure.
(speaking faintly and laughing)
- [Man] (speaking faintly)
You're right, Mouse.
(all clamoring faintly)
(cheering and laughing)
- [Man] That's beautiful!
- Everybody--
- woo!
(exclaiming and whistling)
(rock music)
(engine sputters)
(wind roaring faintly)
(fly buzzes)
(engine sputters)
(Mother sighs)
(engine sputters)
(fly buzzes)
(trippy music)
(distorted honkytonk piano music)
(distorted whooshing)
- [Man] You and me
are through.
- [Man] No, no, no, no.
(groaning)
(gunshots booming)
(gunshot booming)
(laughing)
(Marlene imitates coyote)
(flames crackle)
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
No really, I'm okay.
(groaning happily)
(Mother sighs)
- Jesus Christ, man, has
everybody out here got a gun?
- [Man In White] Yep.
Anybody comes around to these
parts should have a gun.
- I don't dig it, man.
I think we should go to
Devil's Head tonight,
while we're here.
- You're crazy, man.
That Vegas crowd, they know this place,
and in the dark they'd have it over us.
- You scraped me off the sand?
- And your motorcycle.
Pretty nice machine you got there.
- Yeah, yeah, it's all right.
Uh, you could probably tell me
how to get to this mine, huh?
- Yeah.
(bluesy harmonica music)
(blues music)
- So they really thought
they could outgun us.
But Wyatt, see, he was
a hell of a lot smarter
than old man Quentin.
That old man sure was a dumb-head.
So Wyatt had that corral fixed up special,
like I told you, see?
But once they was in
there, it was all over.
- Wyatt Earp, huh?
- Yeah.
- You ever hear of a place
called Bast Lake, old man?
It's this place we used to
go every once in a while.
Drink a few beers, bust a few heads.
We had the same kind of situation.
These guys came out from the
Midwest, Chicago somewhere.
The reason they came out was like
to see who was tougher, them or us.
Of course we--
- Man, you know
those guys showed no class at all.
- Remember, remember when
Moldy threw that big blond guy
over the cliff into the lake?
He was cryin' like a
baby all the way down.
- I hope it's that easy tomorrow, man.
'Cause you know, I been havin'
bad vibes about this thing
ever since we left LA.
- Hey man, don't you worry 'bout that.
No people from any dump like Vegas
are gonna have any class at all.
(kitten meows)
- (Mother yawns)
(clattering)
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey, they up here man?
- [Man] Yeah, they're inside the place.
They're crashed all over, man.
- How many man?
- I don't know, 10, 15 maybe.
- Yeah, that's cool but--
- Let's go!
- [Man] Yeah, okay.
(mid-tempo rock music)
(gunshot booming)
(gunshots booming)
- You all right, man?
Hey man, put the scam on there.
- [Man] She'll be okay.
There's a gun up there,
so for Christ's sake,
keep your head down.
- [Man] All right, man, if
they're usin' heat, man,
anything's fair, let's go. (grunting)
(free jazz music)
(fuse sizzles)
(explosion booming)
(grunting)
(coughing)
(blow thudding)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(weapons clacking)
(exclaiming)
(clattering)
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(laughing)
(yelling)
(grunting)
(footsteps echoing)
(grunting)
(clattering)
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Jackass, baby,
pop another one off.
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Animal, look!
- [Animal] Hey, he's
headed for our scooter!
(exclaiming)
(blow thudding)
(engine rumbling)
- Come on, you old man.
He's prisoner.
(blow thudding)
(exclaiming)
(engines rumbling)
(clamoring)
(engines rumbling)
(blows thudding)
(Mother yelling)
- Pete, he's mine, goddammit!
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(groaning)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(groaning)
(wind roaring faintly)
(groaning)
(slow rock music)
(engine rumbling)
♪ Mama watch the settin' sun ♪
♪ Try to see ♪
♪ What you have done ♪
♪ If you can ♪
♪ Turn your face and catch the light ♪
♪ Before it fades out of sight ♪
♪ If you can ♪
(intense rock music)
(traffic rumbling)
- [Man] Hey, somebody has got my scooter!
- [Man] His bike, (speaking faintly).
(engine drowns out speech)
Come on, come on, they're on
Sixth Street (speaks faintly).
- [Man] Sixth Street, get him!
- [Man] Hurry up, let's go!
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
- [Man] Uh oh.
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Oh!
- [Man] Ow.
- [Man] Ow.
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(man shouts)
♪ Wish I were back ♪
- [Woman] Hey, it's good to have you back!
Where've you been all these months?
(overlapping voices)
- Hey, Mother, now you're back,
anyone else we can do for ya?
- You're back.
- Right.
(overlapping voices)
- [Man] Hey, look who's here.
How many of them nurses did
you get in that hospital, baby?
- [Man] Woo, Papa Bear
is back, look at him.
- [Man] Oh oh.
- Man, that is beautiful.
(smacks resounding)
(all clamoring and cheering)
♪ Speaks ♪
(man spits)
♪ I still want to convince you ♪
(gargling)
(laughing)
(gargling)
(singing faintly)
- Outta sight, baby!
(cheering)
- Good to have you back man.
(cheering)
- Yay!
(soft music)
♪ Wish I were back in the war ♪
♪ Mm ♪
- That's it!
- Hey!
- That's more like it.
(clamoring and cheering)
El Presidente!
- Speech!
- Speech!
- Hey.
- [Man] Okay, buddy, go find your thrill.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- All right, all right,
man, I got a speech.
I got a speech, it's called
Vegas Caper Part Two.
Anybody interested?
- Sure!
- [Several] Yeah!
- Hey, man, it starts tonight.
(clamoring)
Hey man, get the rest of the members.
- Thanks for your speech.
- Woo!
- [Woman] Hey hey!
(clamoring)
- We were worried about you, man.
Nobody'd tell us where you were.
All we heard was that those Vegas cats
cut you up pretty bad.
- Why didn't you tell us where you were?
- [Man] Why didn't you tell us?
- Well, you finally let us
go get 'em for you, huh?
- Look, man, I'm gonna
have to set you straight.
Now I've waited a long time for this.
And I'm gonna get 'em for myself.
You and the rest of this
club are gonna come along.
Because if some punks from
Vegas can come down here
and wipe out the president,
and get away with it,
then you better get rid of your putter
and get a job sellin' shoes.
- Now hold on, Mother.
- Either you're in or out!
That's the way it is.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey Mother, there's
only one lousy bike.
- One's better'n nothin'.
(honkytonk music)
♪ If I could cross and
belly against the bar ♪
♪ I could sing all the
things that wouldn't all ♪
- [Mother] All right, we got one of 'em.
Let's find out where the
rest of these clowns are.
- Hey, man, wait a minute; what is this?
- I'll show you what it is!
(grunting)
- You're in the presence
of royalty, baby!
- [Mother] Where are the rest
of your punk friends, man?
- How the hell would I know?
- Where?
- Didn't quite hear ya.
- They went to LA; you know, for a run.
- Sure, yeah, you
remember, the road to LA?
- [Mother] There's only one
road to LA, and we were on it.
Now where did they go?
(grunting)
- [Man] Don't ever do that again.
- [Mother] Where?
- A run in the desert.
- Where in the desert, clown?
- Come on, come on.
- Hey man, Baby and his friends here
didn't forget the words
when they wasted me.
Did you, Baby?
(grunting and coughing)
- All right, all right, right.
They're at a place called Devil's Head.
An old mine out in the desert.
- Where in the desert?
- Take 15 to Good Springs,
and turn off at the
second fork to the right.
(clattering)
(clamoring)
- Everything's cool, man, we'll find 'em.
- Yeah, meanwhile let's get outta here,
before we all get busted.
Sooner we get out in the desert,
the sooner we find 'em, right?
- Yeah, I know how you feel.
But most of us are pretty wasted, man.
We'd like to relax a little bit.
Pick up some other action in Vegas.
(honkytonk piano music)
If you're worried about
Marlene, there's no need to be.
She always was your old lady.
I guess she still wants to be.
- Oh, I'm not so sure, man.
Know what I been doin'
for the last two months?
Layin' in some funky hospital
makin' straw baskets.
There's no way I'm gonna
get myself together, Ben,
until I find those punks.
- I know, but you need
the rest of the club, man.
Give 'em a night on Vegas.
First thing in the mornin',
we'll take off for the desert.
(honkytonk piano music)
- Nah, I gotta go.
Tell the rest of 'em to meet me
at two o'clock, at Second and Green.
(traffic roaring)
(piano music)
- Bad town to ride alone.
- Well, let's get cookin'.
- Hey, mm. (smooches)
(engines rumbling)
(jazzy rock music)
(engine rumbling)
(tires squealing)
(smacks resound)
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
(funky rock music)
- He never used to be like
this, can't you see that?
Not like this. (sighs)
It's like he's gotta
think about something.
Nothin' and nobody matters
to him except getting even.
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
(tires squealing)
- Hey, shirt!
(door latch clicks)
(funky music)
Hyah!
(blows thudding)
(blues rock music)
(thudding)
(blows thudding)
(blows thudding)
(footsteps echoing)
- [Man] Yeah, man.
- [Man] Ha, hey, hey!
(clattering)
- All right, hold it!
What's going on here?
- Punks jumped us.
- Oh, yeah.
- Shut it, both of you!
I don't wanna hear any lip
from either one of you!
- Hell, I was just playin'
the flute, Officer.
- All right, move!
- Where?
- Come on, move out!
Let's get going.
- Come on, come on.
- Come on, come on,
keep moving.
- Come on!
- Let's go,
let's get it goin'.
- [Man] Come on, move it out!
(women exclaim)
- All right, keep it moving.
- [Officer] Right down
to the bottom, get goin'.
- All right.
- Okay, okay,
join your group, get down there.
(clamoring)
Come on!
(women shrieking)
All the way!
(exclaiming)
- What are you...
(laughing)
- [Man] Hey, move it!
(exclaiming)
- All right, you punks.
You got 10 minutes to get out of town.
If you're not outta town in 10 minutes,
you'll be here in a year.
- You'll be here when--
- Shut up, preacher!
- Hey, man.
- You can talk all you want
when you're out of town, now move!
(grumbling)
- [Man] Hey, where's
my gas at, man, how...
- Move it, move it.
- Come on, for--
- All right, all right.
(engine rumbling)
(engines rumbling)
(Mother shouts faintly)
(shouting faintly)
(slow rock music)
(engines rumbling)
(insects chirring)
(flute music)
(smack resounds)
(slow guitar music)
(smacks resound)
(Marlene exclaims)
(Mother sighs)
(Marlene sighs)
- Hey!
- Get up!
Shine and ready!
Come on, Cockroach.
- Jesus Christ.
- Come on!
Come on, up up.
- Up yours.
- Come on, Kosh, you hummers, get up here.
- You big--
- Come on, man, get up.
- Great--
- Let's go!
(engines rumbling)
(slow rock music)
(rock music)
- (speaking faintly) Animal's got a flat!
- Oh, for Christ's sake,
well tell him to hurry up.
- Yeah, boss, yeah sure.
(engine rumbling)
(shouting faintly)
Woo!
(engines rumbling)
- Hey Roach, look, look, it's a band!
(speaking faintly)
(Roach imitates engine roaring)
(laughing)
- You know, I'm surprised we got this far
without blowin' a tire.
You know, damn lucky it
didn't really come off.
- Lucky?
If I had my way, we'd still be in Vegas.
- Yeah, but you don't have your way.
And we're not in Vegas, are we, Animal?
- You bet your sweet life we're not.
- Don't let us hang you up, man.
If that's where you wanna be, go ahead.
Only don't get in our way.
- [Fingers] You want some help?
- [Animal] Maybe in a minute,
you can help me get the tire off.
(tools clinking)
(fly buzzing)
- Hey man, you sure you
wanna go to Devil's Head?
- Why don't you just keep
off everybody's back?
- Move it, bitch.
(tools clinking)
(speaking faintly)
- Goddamn this sand.
I'm never gonna get it out of my hair.
What I wouldn't give for
a nice long, cold shower.
- What I wouldn't give for
a nice long, cold anything.
- If it was cold I'd let you have mine.
- Man, if it were cold,
nobody would want it.
(laughing)
(clicking)
(fly buzzing)
- [Woman] Cockroach, what are you doing?
- [Cockroach] Lookin' for bugs.
- [Woman] What?
- [Cockroach] I'm hungry.
- [Woman] You know, you're crazy.
- Listen, if you really wanna ride bikes,
you gotta eat bugs.
Now cockroaches, water bugs,
other types of household bugs,
and lizards are very good.
(fly buzzes)
The thing to do
is not to think about it.
Matter of fact,
next to girls, I'll eat a bug.
(wind roaring faintly)
- You know somethin', Cockroach?
- What's that?
- You're disgusting.
(laughing)
- Come on, Animal, shake it up.
- [Animal] Get him a beer, Mouse.
- [Fingers] We're doin' all right, Mother.
- Beer, man?
- How many we got left?
- Oh, two, three maybe.
- Give it to somebody else.
- I'll take it, bring it here.
- All right, the party's
over, let's get on the road.
- Maybe this thing at Devil's Head'll
straighten him out huh?
- Man, let's hope so.
- Straighten somebody out.
- Yeah.
(engines rumbling)
- [Man] Let's get it moving.
(rock music)
(motorcycle thudding)
- [Man] Hey, wait a minute, Chief's down!
- What happened?
- Hey, hold on,
go tell Mother the Chief's down.
- [Man] Goddamn roads.
- [Man] And give the red
to the people back here.
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey, somebody fall down?
- Christ, I didn't even
see that one comin'.
What the hell kind of maniac designed--
- [Mother] If you'd've been on the road,
this wouldn't have happened.
(clamoring)
- Hey!
- Hey, hey hey.
Relax, man.
(engine rumbling)
- All right, let's get movin',
Captain Quick is all right.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Animal] Hold it, man, we're stoppin'.
Now we need a break, baby.
Now this place looks as good as any.
(engines rumbling)
- Man, didn't you see
that place back there?
It looked outta sight.
- Come on, man, let's stop.
- Let's smoke some dope, man.
- There's water over there, and shade,
and we're wasted, Mother.
- This place is a dump.
- And I'm pretty wasted too.
Now just over the ridge
here we got Baxter.
They got food, water, oil,
gas, everything we need.
We can make it there in
an hour with no sweat.
- No sweat, huh?
- Yeah, no sweat.
All right, come on, let's go.
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] That's the rest of the goddamn--
- Hey, (speaking faintly).
(overlapping voices)
- [Woman] Oh my God, second person down.
(engines rumbling)
(fly buzzing)
(gasping)
(slurping)
- How much father do you think it is?
- You heard what the man said,
just over the next ridge.
- Yeah, look where the next ridge is.
- I'm hip.
- It's madness, man.
We should've stopped back
there in Goody Springs
or whatever the hell it was called.
- Yeah, this is really screwed.
- [Animal] I've had just
about enough of this.
(fly buzzes)
- All right, everybody's through
with their little siesta.
Moldy, you pack with Skin.
Get on the road.
- What?
- [Mother] You heard
me, put him on your bike
and let's get goin'.
- What about his bike?
- Never mind his bike.
- I need my back, man, I ain't
leavin' my bike for nobody!
- What is it now?
- It's him, man, he wants
Moldy to leave his bike.
- Now that is different.
Leavin' a man's bike
in this rotten desert.
A bike is a delicate
machine, you just don't go
leavin' it anywhere!
Now Moldy's done every
cent his old lady could get
in that bike, and if I were
him, I wouldn't leave it.
- He's right, man; now I could see maybe
leavin' your old lady behind or somethin'.
But not his bike.
- Animal, how long will it take you
to get Moldy's bike back on the road?
- We still gotta clean the--
- You got 10 minutes.
If it's not finished in 10 minutes,
we're leavin' without it.
- Hold it!
- You leave Moldy's bike, you leave me.
- Yeah, and me too, 'cause
I'm not going anywhere else
till I get some rest.
- Me either.
- Right.
- [Marlene] Yeah, and some water.
- You people are out of your gourds.
You can't stay out here in this heat.
- Well why didn't we stop in Good Springs
like we all wanted to?
- Yeah, whose fault is it
that we're out here anyway?
- Now just a minute--
- We should've stopped.
- [Mother] What?
- We're not gonna leave
anything or anybody behind,
just to--
- Just to what?
- Just so we don't have
to play your silly games!
- Shut up, bitch.
You poor, stupid clowns,
you really don't know
what's happening, do you?
You can't stay out in this heat
and let things happen, no way.
We got a long way to go,
and all you jive, lame mothers can do
is bitch about how uptight
you are and how hot you are.
All right, it's a bummer
about Moldy coming off.
But that's the way it is.
And the bike's gonna be
all right, what's one day?
What, are the ants gonna eat it?
If we're gonna catch those
punks at Devil's Head,
we're gonna haul ass outta
here starting yesterday.
This is not a party.
I don't know who put that
idea in your space head.
Oh man, this gang is loose.
I feel like I come back
to goddamned funeral.
Now shut up!
- Shut up?
Shut up, that's all we have
been doing is shutting up.
We haven't been sayin' nothin'.
You don't wanna hear nothin'
from anybody but yourself, do you?
Well that's fine, but look
where that has got us.
We haven't got any food,
we haven't got any water.
We haven't got any gas.
Don't you know that Moldy
is the second one to crash?
How the hell do you
think the rest of us feel
out here in this desert,
in this sand, in this heat?
You just don't care about
nothin' any more, now do you?
You, you think,
you think that you can put me on
and then rip me off like
your filthy clothes?
You're wrong.
You're wrong.
Big Mother, ha!
You're nothing.
You're nothin'.
You're nothing but a big,
filthy, ugly, no-class
good-for-nothing bastard!
No, you don't have
anything on your head, ow!
(screaming)
Ow! (screaming)
- All right, bitch.
All right, now this bitch
is officially turned out.
She's become the new mama for
this here motorcycle gang.
Mama Marlene.
Anybody wants to get in
on this little gang bang,
you line up right here.
What about you, Pete?
Come on, man, get in here
and get your thing wet.
- [Pete] No.
- [Mother] Come on, man,
you're a big stud here.
- No, man.
- What about you, Animal?
Come on, get in here and
use your wrench, man.
That's your favorite tool.
- [Marlene] (wails) Oh God! (wails)
- All right, come on, let's get it on!
Come on, baby.
- Ralph!
Ralph!
- Too much, man.
You've gone too far this time.
This is a club, not a mob.
You seem to think you're the only one
that's important around here.
Beats me why you bothered to come back.
Now we're gonna get to where we're goin'.
And we're gonna do what we have to do,
but not by throwin' our
bikes or our women out.
What do you think we are, a
bunch of flipped-out hippies?
Now you leave her alone,
and you leave him alone,
and you leave us alone.
I think it's time you split.
I love you, man,
but you're on a bummer!
Go work your hang-ups
out on somebody else.
- I'm the one that's
hangin' this scene up, huh?
I'm the one that's responsible
for this gang being so loose?
Well I've been away,
in case my old lady
didn't remind you, baby.
I'm the one here, huh?
(fly buzzes)
- Jesus, get some gas
and put it in his tank.
- [Jesus] Moe, don't
you have a gallon of gas
in the three-wheeler?
- [Moe] A gallon, si.
- You freaks won't get 10 miles
without me and you know it.
- We'll take that chance.
Now you've got almost a full tank.
You get outta here, the way we came.
And as soon as you get outta sight,
man, what you do is your own business.
We just don't wanna see you
around here, or around us.
(wind roaring faintly)
(engine rumbling)
(wind roaring faintly)
(rock music)
- Can you tell me where the
mine is at Devil's Head?
- Yep.
- If I take this here road
back to Shaffer, can I get there?
- Well, depends on where the road is.
Never can quite tell this time of year.
- Now let's just say I
can; how far out is it?
- When old Mack rode
up there on his horse--
- Hey, I'm not on a horse, man.
- Took an hour or so,
then again, if it rains...
You go in the rain?
- Can I get gas there?
- Sometimes you can, sometimes they ain't.
Well you see, it all depends on Charlie.
(engine rumbling)
Better get yourself plenty of water!
It's mighty thirsty out there.
Ain't seen Charlie in quite a spell.
Could be dead, for all I know.
(rock music)
(engines rumbling)
- Hey, what's happening?
- It's that way, huh?
- Yeah, it's up the road,
but it sure is a hell of a lot shorter.
- Yeah, but is that the road
Mother said was a problem?
- Yeah, we can make it.
- Let's take the soft road.
- Okay.
- Yeah, let's get there.
What do you say?
- Okay.
- Let's do it.
- Come on, let's get it over with.
(engines rumbling)
(rock music)
- You wanna fill her up?
And I'm gonna need some water.
Can I get some water around here?
- Closed.
- [Mother] Where's the head?
- I said we're closed,
it's past 12 o'clock.
- [Mother] What do you
mean it's past 12 o'clock?
I need some gas, man.
- I can't help you,
you'll have to come back at three.
- Now what are you talkin' about, old man?
I got noplace else to go.
- Sorry.
- Yeah, well I'm sorry about it, too,
but you're gonna pump me some of that gas.
- Can't; pump's locked.
- All right, old man,
get your tail in gear
and get over here and open that--
- No, no, now you keep away.
We're shut, I tell ya, we're
shut every day, 12 to three.
I know your kind now, now, now keep away.
I wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
I'd shoot you down,
just like I would a dog.
That's what you are, dogs!
With your smashin', and killin',
and, and, and
rapin'!
Women,
rapin' women.
Dogs! (whimpering)
Keep, keep away, don't come...
Rapin' (moaning)
women! (sobbing)
(fly buzzes)
(man sobs)
(engine rumbling)
(man sobbing)
(rock music)
(wind roaring faintly)
(jaunty blues music)
(clattering)
(slow music)
(clattering)
(jaunty blues music)
- [Cockroach] Godforsaken
place, you can't even
see a decent telephone pole.
- Knock it off, Cockroach,
you stick to your bugs.
(laughs sarcastically)
- I knew it was the wrong road.
I knew we never should've
headed straight west.
I knew someone'd run out of gas.
- Aw, cool it, Roach, that
ain't gonna get us any gas.
Just lay off, man, lighten up.
- Hey Stash.
- What?
- Gimme a joint.
_ I'm all out, man.
- What?
- I don't have any grass, man.
Look, I got a couple
tabes of I'll Be Blue.
That'll get you on it, okay?
- Hey, what kind of supply man are you?
Got no grass.
- Hey, look, man.
Where are you?
The borders were closed.
I didn't score; now we're
lucky to have what we have.
You want some or not?
- AH never mind, forget it.
- Okay, Day Tripper.
- Well, we might as well
make ourselves at home.
- Nice place to visit.
- Oh, real nice place to visit.
- Oh, Mother.
- Hey, Fingers, how the hell
we supposed to get some gas?
- You tell me, bug-eater.
- Hey, I didn't pick this stupid road.
Even Mother wouldn't
have gone this far off.
- Yeah, yeah, and the sky's
fallin' in too, Chicken Little.
- Hey, Moldy.
Hey, I think I'm losin' my mind, man.
Take a look behind you.
- I don't see nothin'.
What are you talkin' about, Mouse?
- [Mouse] No, man, look
where I'm pointin'.
There's what looks like a tanker comin',
and I think he's comin' this way.
Baby, I hope that's not a diesel.
Shirley, babe, we gonna be
able to fill your tank again.
- Sure, Mouse, sure.
(speaking faintly and laughing)
- [Man] (speaking faintly)
You're right, Mouse.
(all clamoring faintly)
(cheering and laughing)
- [Man] That's beautiful!
- Everybody--
- woo!
(exclaiming and whistling)
(rock music)
(engine sputters)
(wind roaring faintly)
(fly buzzes)
(engine sputters)
(Mother sighs)
(engine sputters)
(fly buzzes)
(trippy music)
(distorted honkytonk piano music)
(distorted whooshing)
- [Man] You and me
are through.
- [Man] No, no, no, no.
(groaning)
(gunshots booming)
(gunshot booming)
(laughing)
(Marlene imitates coyote)
(flames crackle)
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
No really, I'm okay.
(groaning happily)
(Mother sighs)
- Jesus Christ, man, has
everybody out here got a gun?
- [Man In White] Yep.
Anybody comes around to these
parts should have a gun.
- I don't dig it, man.
I think we should go to
Devil's Head tonight,
while we're here.
- You're crazy, man.
That Vegas crowd, they know this place,
and in the dark they'd have it over us.
- You scraped me off the sand?
- And your motorcycle.
Pretty nice machine you got there.
- Yeah, yeah, it's all right.
Uh, you could probably tell me
how to get to this mine, huh?
- Yeah.
(bluesy harmonica music)
(blues music)
- So they really thought
they could outgun us.
But Wyatt, see, he was
a hell of a lot smarter
than old man Quentin.
That old man sure was a dumb-head.
So Wyatt had that corral fixed up special,
like I told you, see?
But once they was in
there, it was all over.
- Wyatt Earp, huh?
- Yeah.
- You ever hear of a place
called Bast Lake, old man?
It's this place we used to
go every once in a while.
Drink a few beers, bust a few heads.
We had the same kind of situation.
These guys came out from the
Midwest, Chicago somewhere.
The reason they came out was like
to see who was tougher, them or us.
Of course we--
- Man, you know
those guys showed no class at all.
- Remember, remember when
Moldy threw that big blond guy
over the cliff into the lake?
He was cryin' like a
baby all the way down.
- I hope it's that easy tomorrow, man.
'Cause you know, I been havin'
bad vibes about this thing
ever since we left LA.
- Hey man, don't you worry 'bout that.
No people from any dump like Vegas
are gonna have any class at all.
(kitten meows)
- (Mother yawns)
(clattering)
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Man] Hey, they up here man?
- [Man] Yeah, they're inside the place.
They're crashed all over, man.
- How many man?
- I don't know, 10, 15 maybe.
- Yeah, that's cool but--
- Let's go!
- [Man] Yeah, okay.
(mid-tempo rock music)
(gunshot booming)
(gunshots booming)
- You all right, man?
Hey man, put the scam on there.
- [Man] She'll be okay.
There's a gun up there,
so for Christ's sake,
keep your head down.
- [Man] All right, man, if
they're usin' heat, man,
anything's fair, let's go. (grunting)
(free jazz music)
(fuse sizzles)
(explosion booming)
(grunting)
(coughing)
(blow thudding)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(weapons clacking)
(exclaiming)
(clattering)
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(laughing)
(yelling)
(grunting)
(footsteps echoing)
(grunting)
(clattering)
(grunting)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Jackass, baby,
pop another one off.
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
- [Man] Animal, look!
- [Animal] Hey, he's
headed for our scooter!
(exclaiming)
(blow thudding)
(engine rumbling)
- Come on, you old man.
He's prisoner.
(blow thudding)
(exclaiming)
(engines rumbling)
(clamoring)
(engines rumbling)
(blows thudding)
(Mother yelling)
- Pete, he's mine, goddammit!
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(groaning)
(blows thudding)
(exclaiming)
(groaning)
(wind roaring faintly)
(groaning)
(slow rock music)
(engine rumbling)
♪ Mama watch the settin' sun ♪
♪ Try to see ♪
♪ What you have done ♪
♪ If you can ♪
♪ Turn your face and catch the light ♪
♪ Before it fades out of sight ♪
♪ If you can ♪
(intense rock music)