Bonnie and McCloud
The head of a trucking company is killed before eyewitnesses, and McCloud’s girlfriend is the culprit.
A Hitch in Your Gitalong
A great homage to Hitchcock making way for Peckinpah’s Convoy. The Straker Trucking Company is under investigation by a Senate committee for irregularities in its pension fund. Jack Straker puts the muscle on his former mistress Bonnie Foster, who is now dating McCloud. Straker and Bonnie wrestle over a gun, it goes off, and Bonnie goes to an unwitting McCloud for help. He gives her a police escort to the airport so she can visit her ailing father in Houston.
McCloud returns to his hotel room (516, The Essex) and finds Chief Clifford smoking a cigar. How would McCloud like to hear a description of the assailant’s companion? “Tall, rangy, wearing a Stetson and a mangy sheepskin coat.” McCloud is placed on suspension, and Chief Clifford’s desperation is revealed in his carrot-and-stick approach to Sgt Broadhurst, who is assigned the task of keeping McCloud “away from me, away from the press, away from everybody!” How would the sergeant like to be promoted? How would he like to pound a beat again?
While Sgt. Broadhurst is biding his time in the Essex lobby, he does not notice that Bebe Murchinson is being paged, the paint-spraying prostitute from “The Day New York Turned Blue”. McCloud eludes Broadhurst just long enough to get to Kennedy Airport, where the latter handcuffs them together and then is persuaded to accompany McCloud to Oklahoma, where he has traced Bonnie. The truckers are mobilized by Straker’s henchmen to find his killer, the County Sheriff is led to believe that McCloud is an outlaw, Sgt. Broadhurst winds up in the hospital, and Bonnie tells the story of Straker’s nefarious doings to the lot of them over Steam Hammer’s CB radio. A convoy carries Bonnie and McCloud over the border into Texas.
Two other episodes are cited, “Lady on the Run” and “The Colorado Cattle Caper”.
Leigh Taylor-Young Bonnie Foster
Written by Michael Sloan
Directed by Steven H. Stern
Gregory Walcott is billed as 2nd Attendant.
Trucker handles heard include “Black Widow”, “Red Dragon”, “Montana Mustang”, “Bird Dog”, “Eagle Rock”, “Fast Eddie” and “Groundhog”.
Among the “choke ‘n pukes” where the “gearjammers” go for “100 WT oil” (or the weaker 40 WT) before heading out on the “slab,” is an actual location (perhaps no longer extant) called Sheriff’s Western Truck & Auto Center.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: It’s an exceptional night, McCloud. The kind of night where intelligent, rational men take stock of themselves, and begin to doubt their sanity.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (The murder suspect had an accomplice.) Now see what this description does for you, McCloud. (Reading.) “Tall, rangy, wearing a Stetson and a heavy coat with a mangy sheepskin collar.”
McCLOUD: (To Chief Clifford.) Birddoggin’s muh specialty!
McCLOUD: (To Sgt. Broadhurst.) Well, ya can’t get the lard less’n ya boil the hog.
SGT. BROADHURST: I’m not blowin’
fifteen years on the force and eight years of marriage just to help make you a
McCLOUD: You don’t have to worry about your promotion, you’re never gonna make lieutenant. Ya know why?
SGT. BROADHURST: You better spell it out for me, McCloud.
McCLOUD: Because ya’ve got no guts! No guts!
McCLOUD: (To Sgt. Broadhurst.) Where I come from, when we’re on the trail o’ somethin’, we just mount up ‘n ride off.
McCLOUD: You’re a cog in Clifford’s machinery! You’re the butt end
of his cigar!
SGT. BROADHURST: I’m gonna make you eat those words, McCloud. Every one!
(Sgt. Broadhurst won’t take the handcuffs off McCloud in
SGT. BROADHURST: In Mexico, you get me drunk. In Colorado, you get me beaten up and thrown in jail. I’m not losing you again.
(They make their way on foot through a cornfield.)
SGT. BROADHURST: Is this your idea of a short cut?
McCLOUD: Just think o’ Fifth Avenue at rush hour.
McCLOUD: Ya know, a lot’s happened t’ me since I seen ya last, Bonnie. I’ve embarrassed the New York Police Department, I’ve been suspended from the force, I’ve been handcuffed to a fellow officer, I’ve been beaten up and sprayed with DDT. But since I’ve come this far, that is if you don’t mind, I’d just as soon talk to ya alone.
2nd OFFICER: Where’d you learn to drive, Marshal?
McCLOUD: I’m lucky to be drivin’ at all! I just had a run-in with a couple o’ eighteen-wheelers across the highway there, did ya see ‘em? They tried to kill us!
2nd OFFICER: You sure you didn’t just try to cut in front of ‘em? Truckers don’t like that.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (On the telephone to Sheriff Matheson.) I’ll be
on the next plane to Oklahoma City. (Hangs up.) Betty!
BETTY: (Entering the office, a policewoman.) You’re on flight three-one-seven, you leave in fifty-five minutes.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: How do you know?
BETTY: Well, whenever you send McCloud someplace... (Her hands are at her sides, she raises them slightly outward to finish her thought.)
CHIEF CLIFFORD: Oh. I understand.
CHARLIE WATSON: (Holding a gun on McCloud.) Come down from the big city, goin’ on a killin’ spree! Well, I wanna tell ya somethin’, brother. Ya picked the wrong town this time, I’ll tell ya that.
CHARLIE WATSON: (To McCloud.) I know you police take care of y’ own. Well, I wanna tell you sump’n, we take care of our own down here, too.
CHARLIE WATSON: Well, Marshal, this’s where ‘n how it’s gonna be. You’re lucky, most people go through their whole lifetime without ever knowin’.
(McCloud is sought in the killing of a deputy.)
SHERIFF MATHESON: (Resignedly.) Some cops go bad.
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (Screwing up his face into an expression of painful disgust.) Not this one. He’s so straight it makes you cry.
(“Big Mama” has a message for Chief Clifford.)
“BIG MAMA”: Ah, hey, uh, Chief Peter B. Clifford?
CHIEF CLIFFORD: That’s right.
“BIG MAMA”: I’m “Big Mama”!
CHIEF CLIFFORD: That’s nice. (Starts to go.)
CHIEF CLIFFORD: (On CB radio.) McCloud,
if one more deputy’s killed in this State—
McCLOUD: Gotta go, Chief. This place is hottin’ up. (Hangs up microphone.)
CHIEF CLIFFORD: McCloud, don’t run that roadblock!
CHIEF CLIFFORD: You always drive this fast?
“BIG MAMA”: Only when I’m not in a hurry.
HELICOPTER PILOT: (On radio, observing the phalanx of trucks heading for the roadblock.) Delta One, this is Delta Two. Boys, you got Patton’s army comin’ at you. Get off the road!
McCLOUD: (To Chief Clifford.) I just have a feelin’ we can wrap this whole thing up in no time and have somethin’ for the Senate Committee besides.