Coogan's Bluff Page #4

can't you?

No.

All right. Fine.

I'll expect you in five minutes.

Five minutes.

Yeah.

Five minutes.

- Yeah?

- Single.

How long you gonna be staying?

No longer than I can help it.

All right. Room 304.

That'll be $7, in advance.

- The sign says five.

- Seven without luggage.

That ain't luggage.

A cab driver in this town'd

give you an argument.

- Do you want the room or not?

- No, no, I'll take it.

Excuse me, sir.

After you, sir.

- You really hit the jackpot tonight, sir.

- Yeah.

Fell right into it and came up

with a rose in your nose.

A lonesome lady

just down the hall.

I think she was stood

up on a date tonight.

And beautiful.

I mean, all the tools.

So long.

No trouble to give a

knock on the door.

So long, buddy.

Hi.

Help a lady in distress?

Wrong room.

I'm a girl who never had trouble

with a zipper in her life...

until tonight.

Be an angel man.

Up or down?

Well, let's put it this way, sport:

you're drivin'.

Out.

What's the matter?

- Are you some kind of religious fanatic?

- Come on, out.

All right, you cheap bum.

Who needs your lousy action?

Hold on a minute.

Texas f*ggot!

You Texas boys get up early.

It's Arizona.

And I figured I'd better get here

before the cuckoos start gatherin'.

What do you want?

Ringerman... now.

You've got a problem.

You don't listen.

Number one.

First you go down to the

district attorney's office

where they check your papers.

The affidavit of flight, request

for extradition, and so forth.

Number two.

Then you go down to the Supreme

Court of the State of New York,

where Judge Acosta renders

the fugitive into your custody.

But you can't do anything

until they release Ringerman from

the prison ward at Bellevue. OK?

- You could get him.

- I'm a busy man.

You could walk right in

and get him for me.

Tex, you're getting on my nerves. What

gives with you people? Too much sun?

Let's make it simple. Get outta my office

and don't come back until I send for you.

Coogan.

Piute County Sheriff's Office.

Lieutenant McElroy sent me up here

to pick up a James Ringerman.

Ringerman?

Yeah. Said he'd appreciate it

if you'd snap it up a little.

He's parked in the ambulance zone.

The man said he can only stay a second.

If you'd be kind enough

to open this one.

No, not without a medical release.

I understood that medical release

went through last night.

Not listed here.

It probably hasn't reached

this department yet.

If you'll open up here, I can straighten

it out with the doctor right away.

I can't let you through.

He's already got one visitor.

Oh?

- That's it, huh?

- That's it.

What's your name, Officer?

- What for?

- Well, when somebody asks me

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