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The Bossman and Jerry Flynn are fleeing Paris. The Bossman has decapitated the head of a major crime syndicate and is pursued by corrupt police officers and honest gangsters. The Bossman is driving his Lotus at 190 mph and the police helicopter is falling behind. The girls were left at a small pensione on the Left Bank, near the Latin Quarter, forgotten.
As the Lotus gets out of range of the helicopter, Bossman says, �we�ve gotta� ditch this car. I know a brothel on the outskirts of Antibes. An old college friend of mine runs it.�
�Can we get there before the police close in on us?� Jerry Flynn asks.
�Just hold tight, boy,� and the Bossman downshifts to fourth gear and goes on a dirt, tree covered road. He slows down to a conservative 80 mph and shifts it back into fifth. �Them stupid Frogs�ll never catch us now. Hee, hee, hee! This is jest like the Dukes of Hazard.�
The dirt road becomes less consistent, so the Bossman puts it in fourth gear and slows down to 45 mph, �she lives around here somewhere.� Suddenly, a bright red ranch appears around a bend, �that�s it!� he says, and pulls the car into the driveway.
The pimp says, �bonjour, monsieur.�
Bossman says, �get me Sherry!�
Minutes later, the famous Sherry Martel (AKA Sherry Russel, AKA Sensational Sherry) emerges from the ranch wearing a designer sequined dress, �what the hell are you doing here, you stupid son of a bitch?�
�Easy, Sherry. Easy Sherry. I�m running from the Law.�
�I thought you were the law. Why do they call you the Big Bossman? Or is that just another wrestling gimmick?�
�I�m the Boss, all right, but these Frog cops are after me. They don�t have any morals and they�re all nasty bastards.�
�They sure are. You wouldn�t believe what one of them wanted to do to Monique...�
�No time for that now. We gotta� hide this car and get under cover.�
Martel directs them to a barn and ushers them into the house, �any entertainment for you boys? I�ll give you friend rates.�
Jerry Flynn lifts his hand up and opens his mouth, but the Bossman cuts him off, �we gotta git out of France. The cops here aren�t too keen on foreigners. We need a room and a secure line.� Flynn gives the Bossman puppy dog eyes, �and a girl for Jerry.�
The Bossman goes into the room and makes arrangements for them to stow away on a boat to Morocco. Forty Five minutes later, Flynn walks through the door. Bossman says, �what you doin� takin� that long? You know how delicate these little Frog girls is? She probably won�t be able to work for the rest of the night.�
�Morocco? What are we going to do there?�
�We�re going to hide out for awhile and get into more adventures, boy. If we don�t lay low, we�ll get INTERPOL on our asses. And trust me, it takes a lot of work to get out of that one.�
Sherry Martel enters the room with a bottle of Remy Martin Napoleon 1912, �I was saving this for a special occasion. If you will excuse us Mr. Flynn...�
Early in the morning, the Bossman is putting his boots on and Sherry is brushing her hair in the mirror, �I gotta� get out of here soon. The boat leaves at 6:00AM.�
�I�ll give you guys a lift in my Renault. I had my men put your bags in the trunk. Lets get going.�
Martel, the Bossman and Flynn pile into the Renault and drive towards the docks. Sherry kisses the Bossman goodbye and he heads towards the boat.
Out of the boat emerges two policemen with their weapons drawn. �Poot ap your hands,� one of them says. The Bossman slowly starts to put his hands up, but in a blur, his two nightsticks come flying out and knock the guns from the policemen�s hands. It�s a fight!
�I�ll handle this,� Jerry Flynn says, and he takes the fight to the policemen. In 30 seconds, both officers are unconscious on the ground, �lets get going.�
The men climb into the boat and start it up. To freedom. Terrible freedom. And Morocco.
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