- Didn't you hear us callin' you?
- You're just bein' downright unsociable.
We feel mighty hurt.
- You folks been gettin' might uppity,
since them uncivil rights acts been floatin' 'round.
- And we just wanna see how civil you can be.
- Yeah, honey child.
- Not too motherfuckin' civil!
- You black bitch!
Ow!
Jesus.
Ooh!
Ow!
I'm gonna mess you up, then I'm gonna hump you
till you look like black buzzard liver flappin' in the wind!
Holy Jesus, the black hills of Dakota.
Oh, shit, oh!
- All right, cut it, that's a wrap!
- Okay, boss.
It'll be sooner than you think.
Well listen, I'll see you in the morning then, huh?
- Okay. - Hey, hand the kit box
over here, will ya?
Get your own camera box.
- Look it girls, will you make sure
that the secretary gets the call sheets over?
What're you waivin' your arms for?
Oh yeah, sure, don't worry about 'em.
Tomorrow morning, let's have the coffee hot.
- Okay, let's go! - Yes, sir!
- See ya later, boss. - Okay, see ya.
Good day. - You buyin'?
- Doughnuts, too. - Okay.
Talk to you girls later.
- Bye. - We'll see ya.
- You know, I've been watching you all afternoon.
You interested in flicks?
- Honest ones.
- What about this one?
- I'll let you know after I see it in the drive-in.
- All right, I'll buy that.
Now what about us, babe?
- There isn't any us.
- Oh now, I can't buy that.
Here, I'm sorry.
I'm called Turk.
- Donna.
- Hey, Donna.
You interested in bikes?
- Sometimes.
- Hey, well, right on.
You're really a fox, you know that?
You really are.
You know, I got this bike, and I just bet the three of us
could really get it on.
Natural high, total freedom,
with just the wind blowin' our minds.
Or whatever, 'cause wherever your head's at,
old Turk can sure take care of it.
Here now, listen.
I don't know what's hanging you up,
but I don't make these kinda offers everyday.
- You guys havin' fun?
- She one of yours?
- Yeah, these shitheads was bein' civil.
- We meant no harm.
- JOY-
- You wanna see some boobies?
Want some?
- Shithead!
Ass!
- Civil bastard!
- Hey, where's Donna?
- We left her off back there.
Speed's gonna pick her up, and then we'll meet them later.
- You little son of a bitch.
- That's risky.
- Hey.
- Anyway.
Die!
- You son of a bitch.
- Nobody's throwin' damn rocks at me.
I'm gonna kick his ass.
You little stubborn...
Now it's my turn.
- You don't look so good.
One more.
Come on, brother.
Come on.
- Let's see.
You ain't holding' up too good, boy.
You been messin' around with my old lady again, huh?
Too late.
Hey, come on back!
You got to be shitting me!
- Let's rest.
I can stop right now.
We'll see about that.
- Bye.
- You want one?
- No.
- Hey, man.
Nice day for a walk on the beach, Speed.
Except I thought we made a deal.
You stay on your territory and I'll stay in mine.
- You made the deal.
My people, they do what they want.
- Sorry you feel that way.
Looks like we're gonna have to decide who follows who.
You know, man?
Winner take all?
Okay, boss, we're with ya!
No more freebies, junkie.
- Preacher!
- Now, Margo, you know the good lord does not approve
of such carryings on.
- Preacher.
- Margo, I got up me's and down me's.
I got white ones and red ones.
Maybe we better wait for Speed.
- Hey man, come on over here.
- Hey, brother.
- Why'd you bring them for?
- I don't know.
So, what's new?
- Ah, nothin' much.
Oh yeah, that creep from Satan's was here last week.
He came to tell me about the run.
- Yeah, when is it?
- Uh. - This weekend.
Remember what we decided last year?
You remember the deal.
- What deal?
- No broads.
I mean, no ladies.
We had too much trouble fightin' over 'em last year.
- Son of a bitch.
- Look, I'm sorry.
I'll only be a couple of days.
Why don't you and the rest of the girls
go on up to Crescent Park, and wait for us there, huh?
- Okay.
- Okay?
Come on.
- Goddamn, bike!
- Donna'll fix it, she's great at fixin' bikes.
- Sure as hell hope so.
Can't dig this walkin' in this heat.
- Woo, it's hot!
- Yeah.
- Hey, Margo, check that.
- I see him.
What are you gonna do to him?
- Shall we have some fun, girls?
- Yeah!
- Yeah, look at that body, woo hoo!
- Not bad!
Hey you, farmer boy!
Come over here.
Yeah, you!
Come on, boy!
Woo, ooh!
- Yes, Ma'am, can I help you?
- Well, I believe you have the equipment for the job.
- Just what seems to be the trouble, Ma'am?
- Well, let's just say I have a faulty rear end.
- I don't know nothin' about rear ends,
but Charley does over on the next place.
He's been to school!
- It just doesn't take any schoolin'
for what I had in mind.
- Yeah, now you just get your ass down there,
and you let her tell you!
But my hand!
Well, it's not every day
we get to come to the farm!
- Boy, you don't wanna be rude now!
- Oh no, Ma'am, I don't mean to be rude but, hey!
Turn loose my arm!
- Oh, woo, yeah!
Sock it to him, baby, woo hoo!
- Well, I mean, poontang is poontang, but--
- Poontang?
- These sex orgies is unnatural!
- Oh, isn't he cute?
- Poontang?!
Poontang?!
Shit!
Woo hoo, yeah!
Lay it on him, Terry!
Woo hoo!
- This just ain't natural now.
Turn me loose! - Stay right there, boy!
- Please, Ma'am.
Please, Ma'am.
Oh, oh.
- Yeah, Terry, sock it to 'em, girl!
Sock it to 'em, sock it to 'em!
- Oh, but please, Ma'am. - Woo!
Ma'am, I think I love you.
- Hey, I think something's wrong with Terry's bike.
She keeps falling behind.
- Okay, let's check it out.
- These punks are all alike.
Check out her bike.
- Just stand right over there.
- Punks.
What's your name?
- Little Red Riding Hood.
- Where are you headed?
- Grandma's house.
- All right, cut the crap.
Where's your driver's license?
- The Big Bad Wolf took it.
- Look at those eyes, she didn't get that reading her Bible.
Help, police, help!
- What was that?
- I don't know, beats me.
Now let's get back.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You're new around here, aren't you?
- Yes.
- What's your name?
- Linda.
- Out here with your mother and father?
- I don't have any.
- Hungry?
- No.
- Here, take this.
Eat it later.
- Hey, Parker, who's the little pussycat?
- Ah, give it back to her!
- You want it, old man, take it!
- I'll think about it.
I'll talk to you later.
- Yeah, Parker, you be sure to do that, huh, old man?
- Hi!
- Hi, Margo. - Hi, Lovechild!
We seem to have a little problem over here.
- Hey, Slim!
- What do you want?
- Can you come over here a minute?
- Yeah, okay.
What's up, baby?
- See if you can free this lovely lady
from the clutches of the law.
- Sure, baby, I can take care of it.
Let's take a walk.
- Slim, the name's Terry.
- Terry-
Terry, huh?
- Margo, Sue, Donna, this is King.
Margo's an old friend.
- Welcome to the commune.
You will find peace and love here,
and you're free to stay as long as you feel the need.
Don't hesitate to call on me for anything,
if there's anything I can do.
- Well, I guess this is as good a place as any
to spend the weekend.
Hey.
Hey, baby.
King wants to see you.
- For?
- I don't know.
Comin'?
- I think Terry's gonna get a sample of King's love cult!
- All he has to have is a couple of pills.
- Life.
It's funny.
I-
F-
E-
Death.
Lying.
Janet?
Dead.
My sister is...
Dead.
Janet worked with me.
She's dead.
Drugs are my friend.
They make me forget.
They tried to put me in a hospital.
I ran away.
They tried to keep me, I ran away.
- You seek peace.
- Yes.
- You will find it here.
I...
I feel strange.
- Do you feel the peace, the contentment,
the love all around you?
- I think I do.
- Do you love me?
- Yes.
- Come to me.
- Hello, Lovechild, give us the love.
Mm, give us another.
Mm!
See you a little later!
Hello, Parker.
- Hi. - How have you been?
- Like, wow.
- How they treatin' ya?
Got an extra cigarette?
- That's it.
- Thanks, I'll smoke it later.
- I thought that was you, Donna.
I really didn't expect you to be one of King's chicks.
- How come you always say the wrong things?
- Well, I washed my mouth this morning.
Can't do a thing with it.
Who's your friend?
- Better watch out, Margo.
Don Juan here thinks he's the only man around
with anything in his pants.
- Hey, Margo, don't go away.
- He can't be that bad.
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
- Where you been?
- You know how it is, King.
When you need a cab you can never find one.
- I don't like it!
- Maybe I got something here you will like.
- Count the stud's money, King.
- Count?
I didn't know you could, Slim.
- Yeah.
This always makes me feel better.
- I figured it would.
- How long you figure on stayin'?
- Ah, who knows?
- Hey, Turk.
What can I do for you?
How about this?
- What about them?
They'll be another challenge.
- Well, nevermind, Cyrano.
I'll take of that myself.
- Come on, get it on!
Somebody get me a beer!
Come on, big boy!
Buy the man a beer, come here!
What about Preacher?
- Preacher, look at the size of Preacher, man.
Look at Bigfoot.
It's against all the lot.
Fight, fight, clear the fight!
The guy's got class after all.
Eddie!
Come on, suck a joint!
All right, Pork!
You're up, baby!
Anybody wanna smoke my knee?
Hey, man, better roll up your knee, man.
More shit on your knee than there is in your joint.
Let me get my leg outta my pants first.
Hey, come on, man!
Wait a minute, anybody got a match?
Man, he would like to suit up, man!
You ever took a hit on a kneecap, man?
Oh, I mean, really?
- Hey, Speed, want a beer?
- Hey, Slim!
- Yeah, Parker.
- I wanna talk to ya.
I ain't gonna say it no more.
You and King, your people are welcome to stay here
but I don't want all your trouble.
- What trouble you talkin' about now, Parker?
- You know what the trouble is.
- No, I don't know what you're talking about.
What's the problem, man?
- I'm taking a big chance, letting you stay here.
- How much?
- You don't have to take that attitude.
- I said, how much?
- Well.
Since I know what you're growing out here,
I figure I oughta get taken care of real good.
- Let me tell you something, old man.
You let anyone know what we're doing out here,
and I'm gonna fix that leg to match the other one.
You understand?
- What's the matter, Parker, are you all right?
- Guess I must have slipped.
- Here, let me help you up.
You feeling better?
- Thank you, child.
- You're very sweet, pretty.
How'd you get mixed up with this bunch?
- Because I believe in everything King says.
- King?
He'll ruin ya!
Get away while you got a chance.
- Nothing new is perfect.
I know how hard it is for others
to accept the way we live but,
well, in time we'll succeed.
We've gotta succeed in spreading love and happiness
in the world.
- Love, happiness.
They sure are pretty words.
- Take care of yourself, child.
- Thank you, I will.
- Hey, get that second case of beer over here!
The odds are now three to one on my boy, any takers?
- Three to one, you sure?
That guy ain't human.
- Come on, stupid, have I ever steered you wrong?
What's the matter with you?
It's gonna be like taking candy from a baby.
- I hope so.
- You hope so?
- It's like I don't feel too good, you know?
You know where it's at, huh?
- Look, babe, just think of all that bread
that we're gonna make, and all that grass we're gonna get.
Come on!
- The grass, you bet your balls!
Give me another beer!
You know, it was my old man's fault.
Yup, that I turned out this way.
Yeah, I used to... would you believe
that I used to have short hair?
Really?
Yeah.
It was one of those, I don't know,
one of those crew cuts.
Did you ever bone anybody with a, you know, crew out?
Nope.
Really?
I wasn't old enough.
Really?
Really.
Yup, hey, how old were you when you first did it?
Uh.
Very young.
Very young?
You mean you were maybe three years old,
or something like that?
Younger.
Younger?
- Where you goin'?
- Oh, I think I'll go say hello to the horses.
- Hey-
Don't forget we're cutting out first thing
in the morning, huh?
- Cool.
Hello, horsey.
Aw, I like you.
What's your name?
Oh.
As long as I can remember,
I have always wanted my own horse.
I guess you think that's kind of crazy, huh?
- No, I don't think that's crazy.
- We always lived in the city, my Mom and I.
My old man took off before I was old enough to remember him.
Then when I was seven, this guy that was seeing my Mom
took us to this place in the country.
I actually got to ride this horse called Man.
Man?
- His name was Manuel.
- And?
- And that's it.
My Mom never went out with any more guys from the country.
And then when she died a few years ago,
I had to try to find my own thing.
- Which is?
- I don't know.
I haven't found it yet.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this.
- Maybe because I'm interested.
If you are, you're the only one.
- Well, then I'm the only one.
- Well, you are Turk Larson, the great lover.
You could have any girl here, anywhere.
- Well, maybe that's your reason.
Maybe I'm looking for someone.
Someone who can, someone who can care.
Someone who has something inside.
- Do you think that might be me?
- Why not?
Ah, I guess this is gonna sound like a bunch of crap, but
I'm tired of being a loner.
The way I've been spending my life
just isn't getting anywhere.
You know, I've been on my own most of my life,
except for a brother.
It could be pretty lonely.
I guess in the last five years I've had 20 different jobs.
Everything from washing dishes, to being a two-bit actor.
It's no good.
It's no good becoming somebody,
unless you can share it with someone.
So...
I guess I'm just looking for someone.
Someone to love, someone who'll love me.
I don't think that's too much to grab from life, is it?
- I don't think so.
- Can't beat the will of the lord.
Like fuck, he can.
- Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
If you can't pack it, you can't ride with us.
- Okay, we gotta sing him a hymn.
- Have you seen Terry?
- Not since she left to go with King.
- Well, let's go see if we can find her.
- Okay.
- Terry, are you all right?
Terry?
- Donna, you'd better go get some help.
- Please come help, Terry's really sick!
- She'll be all right.
She just had a downer.
- Are you crazy?
She needs a doctor!
- No doctor.
If she's not all right by morning,
I'll tell you where you can take her.
Hold.
You'd better stay here, she might need your help.
- Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, King.
What are you doin'?
- You want one of those broads bringin' the law in here?
Besides, we all die sooner or later.
- Hey, man, I gotta talk to you alone.
- Don't do anything foolish, Turk.
- Janet, Janet.
I gotta get away.
I gotta get Janet.
Janet, Janet.
Janet, Janet!
- Come here and help me with this.
What do you think?
Look, I'm gonna cut through the woods.
Try and hitch a ride at the highway,
to where Speed and the guys are gonna be tomorrow morning.
I'll get back with help as quick as I can, okay?
- Okay.
Terry?
Come on, Terry, wake up.
Man, this don't make it.
Sooner or later, somebody's gonna find these bodies,
and then we've had it.
Relax, we had to do it.
He would blackmail us, and besides,
he would have shot off his mouth sooner or later.
But what about those broads on the bikes?
The one will die.
The others will leave.
I hope you're right, man,
because those broads can be trouble, baby.
If they are, they'll die too.
You're with it, man, you're really drunk.
- Hi there.
Peter out on you, honey?
- Yes.
- Busted up, all right.
Used to ride one myself.
What's the matter with it?
- All the clutch cables popped.
- You'll never move that thing tonight.
- Yeah, I know.
Can you give me a lift to town?
I can get a clutch cable there.
- Well, I wasn't going that far.
It's a good piece out of my way.
But you look like one of them peace and love people.
Maybe I'll change my mind.
- Right on.
- How much of a piece you willing to give?
- Enough to get me and my bike into town.
- No CODs?
- When I'm back on the truck, then we can talk about it.
Like my Mama said, nobody need nothing
that they have to sit on.
- Mama sure raised you right.
That oughta do it.
- Well, let's go over in the grass,
where we can be more comfortable.
- This looks like a pretty good spot.
Come on, what are you waitin' for?
That's more like it.
Come back here, you indecent bitch!
Come back here!
- Hey, man.
What do you want to do with that broad, Donna?
- I have something special planned for her.
We'd better hurry though.
That bike gang might show up in a minute.
- King, let the girls go.
I'll take 'em to a doctor on the other side of town,
and I promise they won't say a word about the ranch.
- You disappoint me, loverboy.
Getting emotional over a girl?
- King, I guess you don't understand me.
I'm not asking, I'm telling.
- Not bad, huh, man?
What do you want done with him?
Tie him up, till I decide.
- Okay, man.
- Hey, what's happened, Margo?
- Nevermind, just get me to Speed and the guys.
Hey, what's happenin', broad?
We don't want anyone to know that we grow grass.
A lot of little goodies here, would ya?
See what happens if anyone threatens our group!
Now you know what's gonna happen to you, baby, huh?
- It is necessary to take these steps
that are painful to perform.
Yet, by so doing, we rid this child of her burden,
so that she may be transformed into a purer state.
Oh, you believers, members of this commune,
here lies the intruder that would
destroy the very foundations of our beliefs.
We are as one.
We must act as one.
For the good of our commune,
for the good of our philosophy,
for the good of our very existence!
- Hey, where's everybody at?
Hey, anybody here?
You son of a medicine woman.
- Nice!
- In peace.
Peace, brother.
Watch out.
There it is, drink of the gods.
Good boy, buddy. Keep going, mate!
- Peace, peace.
- He's in the main house.
- Hey, let go of that gun!
Let go of my!
- Wait.
- You all right?
- Where's my brother?
- Who?
- Speed, where's Speed?
- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, they got away.
- Let me see.
- My hat!
Hey, use that gun, will you!
I can't hit him!
I can't hit him, Pete, he's on the wrong side.
Pull up a little bit.
- I'll knock him, I'll run him right off the road.
- You ain't running no thug!
Pull over, to the right. Get to the right!
- Shoot him now! - I can't hit him!
- What the hell's wrong with you, man?
- What kinda car is this crap box?
Shoot him!
Hey, wait for him.
Turn the goddamn car, will ya, man?
Turn it! - Go on, shoot him, will ya?
There he is, he's coming up the right, hit him now!
- Look out, swerve up on him, will ya, move, move!
He's coming up my end, I got him now.
I can't hit him, can't get a shot!
Hurry up!
Damn mother, get him!
Hey, move over, bud. Go on!
What the hell you waitin' for?
Shoot him! - I can't hit him!
He's comin' up on your side!
I love you.