A hard but mediocre cop is assigned to escort a prostitute into custody from Las Vegas to Phoenix, so that she can testify in a mob trial. But a lot of people are literally betting that they won't make it into town alive.
Nun Sara is on the run in Mexico and is saved from cowboys by Hogan, who is preparing for a future mission to capture a French fort. The pair become good friends, but Sara never does tell him the true reason behind her being outlawed.
Philo Beddoe is an easy-going trucker and a great fist-fighter. With two friends - Orville, who promotes prize-fights for him, and Clyde, the orangutan he won on a bet - he roams the San Fernando Valley in search of cold beer, country music and the occasional punch-up. But he is floored himself by a dainty little country and western singer, who gives him the slip when she realizes he's getting too serious. Phil, Clyde and Orville set off in pursuit, pestered by bikers. Written by
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When the police officers are having target practice on the side of a New Mexico highway, two calls on their scanner refer to police activity on Interstate 5, the main major freeway between southern and northern California. Three interstates run through New Mexico: I-40, I-25 and I-10. The interchange in Albuquerque with I-40 and I-25 is called "The Big I." See more »
[LAPD Officers Herb & Putnam are at Santa Monica Beach with a metal detector]
This machine is very sensitive.
What you think you can find out here?
You never know what you're gonna find out here. Just listen. It picks up all kinds of metal: Swiss watches, expensive foreign cameras, silver dollars. Gold, man!
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It is just unexplainable, why the Academy Of Motion Picture Arts And Sciences did not award this film with Oscars for (at least) best direction, best screenplay and for the best actor
Because Manis The Orangutan did an extraordinary job in first writing down the script on a typewriter with a stick bearing a turd. And then he took the biding of a director, randomly grinding and farting on the set and thus apparently giving the "action!" signal to the crew. And also at the same time Manis delivered acting performance almost as good as Clint Eastwood did. Because do not be fooled by the official credits: as there is just no way, that this movie was written or directed by even the stupidest homo sapiens. Both tasks had to be done by Manis The Orangutan; or some other ape throwing cinematic feces at the viewers
In other words: if you are amid fan of metabolic waste of the film industry- then this picture will suit your exquisite taste
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