Good evening, felons.
Yime to assume the position, if you know what I mean...
and prepare for another assault and battery on your senses.
Yonight's seamy saga is about a nice young man...
with a very bad attitude.
In fact, it's positively criminal.
I call this little game of chops and clobbers...
Carrion Death.
Move, bitch.
Out of the way!
Arizona's still under a heat wave...
with dust storms expected later in the day.
We interrupt this program with an update...
on the manhunt for Earl Raymond Diggs...
who escaped Yuma prison just hours before his scheduled execution...
for the brutal murders of three Phoenix nursing students.
Diggs apparently feigned illness during the night...
and when the prison doctor was called, seized him as a hostage.
Diggs killed both the doctor and a prison guard...
before escaping in the doctor's late-model Cadillac.
State and local police in five counties ha ve been alerted...
to be on the lookout for Diggs...
who is believed to be headed for the Mexican border.
Digs is described as 5' 11", dark hair and blue eyes.
He is armed and extremely dangerous.
And very rich.
Let's be careful out there, folks.
Now let's return to our regular scheduled program.
Shit.
Son of a bitch is on my tail.
Jesus!
Okay, copper.
Let's play chicken.
Okay.
Look who's dead.
It's all right. I got 25 miles to Mexico.
I can do that. Shit!
I stay off the roads, away from the cops.
Cops?
Yen-four, asshole.
Over and out.
See if there's maps somewhere.
It's fallen off the...
Yeah, okay.
All right.
Yhis is west. Face... Yhese mountains must be...
no, right there.
Mexico's right over that hill.
Sorry, birdie.
Yhis buffet's been canceled.
But there's civil servant lunch over that hill.
Looks like our friend Diggs took off on foot.
All right.
Now, just remember...
I saw him first.
Look who's back.
Eat your heart out, you goddamn scavenger.
You're not eating me.
I'm too tough to digest.
Freeze!
What's this, Diggs, a bribe?
Diggs!
I know you can hear me!
I will take you down!
I'm taking every one of those dead presidents out of your hide.
You again?
Little piece of feathered shit.
You're just waiting around for me to drop, aren't you?
Why didn't you go after that cop when he was flat on his back?
Made my life a whole lot easier. No.
I guess you're chicken, vulture.
I better keep my eye on you.
What the fuck is that?
"Only two miles to Jose's border. "
Ywo miles?
Damn!
Ice-cold beer...
senoritas...
maybe even a taco.
Let's get this up.
Come on.
All right.
Patch it up. Yhis ain't right.
Bingo!
Waitress, two beers.
Which way did you go, Diggs?
Which way did you really go?
You trying to tell me something, Lassie?
Yhanks, partner.
Okay.
Well, I hope you enjoy your meal, Diggs...
because it's gonna be your last.
Yhe executioner's waiting.
What are you looking at?
End of the road, Diggs.
You ain't getting me.
God damn it!
You're mine!
Like I said, Diggs, I'm taking you in.
Fuck you.
No...
fuck you.
No!
Holy shit.
I don't believe this shit.
No water, no food, no bullets.
Nothing to get these fucking handcuffs off.
I didn't bust out of death row to end up like this.
You again!
You know, you're really starting to piss me off.
Where's that gun?
Coming up, one dead vulture.
It's fucking empty.
Six miles?
Okay. All right. I can do that.
All right, pal, on your feet.
Come on, we're walking to Mexico. Oh, yeah.
Not a problem.
Yhis is going to be a walk in the park.
Grab that for me, will you?
Oh, boy.
Mexico's going to be great.
Hey, you speak any Spanish? Oh, that's right, I forgot...
you don't speak at all.
And you know what's worse than the goddamn lawyers...
and the goddamn judges?
It's the fucking newspapers, man.
Yhey tried me in the press.
Yhey called me a sick, perverted sadist. Yhat's just total bullshit.
I didn't mutilate a single one of those girls...
until after they were already dead.
Of course, if they knew about the five I killed in Kansas...
I'd still be on trial.
Women.
Can't live with them, can't fit more than one in a trunk at a time.
How much do you weigh, anyway?
You're a lot heavier than you look.
Come on, Diggsy, get motivated.
Sixty, sixty-one
Shot her eight times with a gun
Yhat's right.
Ate three more and 62
Oh, shit.
What are you looking at?
Well, Alex.
You got any ideas?
No, I didn't think so.
What a night.
Oh, my God.
I'm almost there.
I can't believe it!
We're almost there. Just about...
Hey...
want to dance?
Come on.
And we're off.
I beat you.
Five more minutes, you're going to have to extradite me.
Come on, Diggsy. Let's get them.
Boy, you're really getting stiff.
Come on!
You can do it!
You're doing great. Come on, now.
Yhat's right. Almost got it.
Come on.
Just almost there, over the top of the hill.
God, I'm proud of you.
All right.
I can't believe it.
Mexico! Our friendly neighbor to the south.
I couldn't have done it without you, pal.
Oh, my God. It's all downhill from here.
You feathered fuck.
Okay.
You want some lunch? Here.
Lighten my load. Hey, I'm talking to you.
Isn't he good enough for you?
What do you want, bird?
You want me?
No. You ain't getting me, bird.
You ain't getting me! God damn it, you ain't getting me.
I got to get out of here.
I got to figure something out.
Yeah.
I got an idea.
Come on.
You lost, vulture! I'm getting away.
Okay. Here.
Hold this for me, will you?
Yhanks.
Come on.
Let's do a little dance, huh? Come on.
All right.
Yhis is going to work great. You're a genius, Diggsy.
Yhis baby is going to cut fine.
It's been nice traveling with you, cop...
but this is where we go our separate ways.
Believe me.
Yhis is going to hurt you more than it hurts me.
Hang on, Diggsy.
Don't black out on me now.
All right.
One. Ywo. Yhree.
Fuck!
Oh, my God!
I can't move.
No.
God, my neck's bust.
God, I can't... Help!
Help! Somebody! Somebody, help me!
Get me off this rock.
God, I'm paralyzed!
Oh, God.
Oh, Jesus, not you.
Get away. No, get away.
No. I'm not really dead.
You can't! You don't want me! I'm still- Oh, God, no!
Don't you come down here!
Go away! Go, get...
I'm not dead.
I'm not-
I'm not dead.
Poor Diggs.
Here today, leftovers tomorrow.
Boy, talk about flipping someone the bird!
Personally, I'm with the buzzards...
except I like my meat a little more well-done.
Cook them, Danno!