A Genius, Two Friends, and an Idiot Page #2

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A man in her bed!

- Where?

- Right here.

Hey.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Save me.

Just this once

and I swear I'll never do it again.

He's over there.

Get out of here, you dogs.

Come on!

Leave me alone.

Get out of here!

My chickens!

My poor little chickens.

Hey, hey, come on now.

Leave me alone!

Oh, my poor chickens.

You a priest or a chicken thief?

Horrible beast.

Go on, get!

You Catholics

keep chickens in church?

- We caught the wrong man.

- Right chicken, though.

Thieves. God will damn you!

He can't. We work for him.

You thieves. Chicken thieves.

Oh, my poor chickens.

Come, my sons.

Let's look for the real one.

- What kind of a place is this?

- A place of worship. Come on.

Climb aboard, kids. Get going.

Come on.

They're all beautiful girls.

As you can see.

- Where you going, friend?

- To see the madam.

Wait here and behave yourself.

- Mike, how you doing?

- Get a move on.

- Hey.

- You'll miss your connection.

It's solid silver

and blessed by a priest.

They used to cut the hands

off church robbers.

Carousel's off to paradise right now.

What better way

to spend your money?

Vamos, Maricones.

Are you, for a change,

trying to screw me, madam?

- Lucy?

- The offer stays.

Take it or leave it.

Lucy!

Lucy, come back.

It's an order.

Climb aboard.

The girls are ready and waiting.

Steam Engine, I been looking for you.

Well, now that you've found me

I'll see you around.

Let's empty the hall.

Come on!

Wait, Bill.

I haven't seen him for ages.

- We hardly said hello.

- No more hellos.

- One more and you'll be expecting.

- So?

- Don't tease him. He gets jealous.

- Jealous!

I've more important things on my mind.

I pulled her out of the gutter.

She was a flea hive.

I washed her, combed her hair.

I made a lady out of her.

I surrounded her with luxury.

I catered to her every whim.

She's cost me an eye and an ear.

But I already told you.

If you want her, name your price.

I can't do it.

- She's priceless.

- Name your price, Joe.

Please, name your price.

Don't be surprised.

And do not jump

to the wrong conclusions.

I'm only here

to perform an act of justice.

There he is. That's him.

- Thou art the man.

- You an informer now?

You've been touched by God's grace.

Is that not so, my son?

- Admit it, Bill. You've been touched.

- I've been touched.

Is it in here, my son?

Check it carefully, Padre.

- Why did I save you in the desert?

- Because you never cheat a friend.

It's all there.

- Thanks be to God.

- Thanks be to Joe.

Just think of it. The man before you

was already far away.

Free and clear.

When, like Paul

on the road to Damascus,

he was struck

by God's heavenly light.

Burdened with remorse, he returned.

His heart heavy with despair

for his misspent life

in sin and shame.

- Who's he talking about?

- You.

Me? Why, you...

His noble gesture

would not be known

if it weren't for the testimony

of this good soul.

I only did my duty

as a faithful son of the Church.

Son of a b*tch!

When the prodigal returns

the heavens rejoice.

Glory, glory, glory.

On our knees we're bending.

Now the erring prodigal

Turns to the righteous way.

Glory, glory, glory.

Praying for thy blessing.

Our hearts in repentance

Pledge to Christ today.

Glory, glory, glory.

No hymns!

This is an honest house.

- We don't make fun of the Church.

- Joe!

- Where's he taking us?

- Keep counting!

Where was I? 315, 320.

$325 in charity.

That old bag only offered me 200.

You see, Bill.

Honesty is the best policy.

You're richer

and a priest kissed you.

Disgusting!

Why do you have to act worse

than you already are?

Sure, Twinkle-Toes here

never pukes, does he?

He doesn't do it in his hat.

He knows to do it

where decent folks do it. The privy.

You're wrong, Lucy.

If you'd spent less time

walking the streets

and more time sitting

with decent folk on the privy,

you'd have met Joe before me.

I've been dreaming

a weird dream.

The red of the rising sun

touches the mountains.

They seem bathed in blood.

The peaks throw long shadows

down into the bottomless valley.

In the clear blue sky

a hawk glides, wide and easy.

- The whistling wind?

- No.

The wings cleaving the air.

- What's that?

- Shh.

That's horses' hooves.

And now...

from behind the rocks

appears a man on a white horse.

He's the ancient ruler

of these lands.

The shadow of a dead king

reaches out for a fleeing man.

His silhouette is dark

against the red sun.

Ringed with a halo of eagle feathers.

- Like rays of light.

- Oh, yeah?

It's your old man.

He's looking for you.

My old man never had feathers.

I'm a white man.

My face is sunburnt.

The color of my ass says I'm a white.

Look!

What's wrong with being an Injun?

Your dad was, your mom was white.

So what? Black, white, red.

What difference does it make?

- We're all somebody's children.

- She was white.

So white

the other whores called her Ghost.

I'm not bragging.

What I told you is all I know.

I'm a lone wolf.

I don't run with the pack.

Know why they call me Steam Engine?

I got fed up with city society

and jumped a train.

That's right. The man who gallops

on an iron horse.

- That's far enough.

- You're at the end of the road.

- You crazy? You gonna fight?

- You're at the end of the track.

- What's happening?

- Jump!

Bill!

Bill. You all right?

Did you get hurt?

Yeah, I'm all right, Lucy.

Whoever planned this railway?

Maybe they're gonna build a bridge.

I remember

when this place was nothing.

- Is this where the rails stop?

- This is the end.

Of the Western Railroad Company.

Those are all the tracks we got left.

And where's the Pacific?

- Answer me that.

- He's right. Where is it?

Listen to what I tell you.

There's no future for railroads

in this country.

- Where are you going?

- To look for a new job.

The company left us high and dry

and we're skedaddling.

Joe, Bill, come on.

There's still some hot coffee.

Come on, Bill.

Take it easy, Bill.

Don't go getting yourself plastered.

I don't get plastered.

I just get happy.

Come on. You call that happy?

Injuns are gloomy by nature.

Bill, a chief's son

shouldn't fly off the handle like that.

Oh, yeah?

If I had a handful of men

who really knew where their balls are,

I'd screw this whole goddamn country.

Loneliness.

That's what it is.

The loneliness of genius.

Open your ears, genius.

Can you do that?

I've got a proposal for you.

We could work together.

Yeah!

What a fantastic idea.

- A triad.

- Not what I had in mind.

Are you in or out?

Well, if there's a chance

to snuff somebody out. Who's the guy?

- His name is Major Cabot.

- Is that the famous Indian hunter?

Someone who without a doubt deserves

our complete respect.

Look here, Bill. If you can get

all of $300 or a bit more together

we could make

a fast $300,000 out of it.

How much is that again?

The amount the major didn't give

to the Injun Agency.

What do I have to do?

- You've been in the army.

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