Angel in Exile Page #2

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off of here...

We'll go back to town and find the guy

they were talkin' to in the Recorder's Office.

Well... this is it, Mr Dakin.

That's quite a road.

You should've seen it

before I got it smoothed out.

There... there's the Durango.

I'll show you the mine...

...and then we'll get the stuff

cleared out of the car.

What a mess!

Any cave-ins?

No... it's safe enough.

I blasted a hole to hide it.

I blasted a hole to hide it..

Hold it!

Alright, I got you covered...

Come on out!

Seor?

Well, I'll be...

What a you doing in there?

I was after Poco.

Poco?

My burro, seor.

He used to work in the mines.

He still likes to go back into them.

But what were you doing out here?

- Look, sister...

- Wait a minute, Ernie!

You've got to pardon my partner

and myself, Seorita...

...for being a little nervous...

Darango isn't very safe.

I was very careful, seor...

my father...

You mean there's somebody else in there?

No, seor... I do not.

I was about to say that my father

was nearby if I needed him.

We were getting water from the well.

We always use the Darango well.

Poco wandered away,

and I went after him.

If I have done something wrong...

Raquel... donde ests?

Estoy aqu, padre.

Todo esta bin.

Do dos a perfectamente bien.

What you poppin' off about?

There's nothing wrong, father...

These men were just a little frightened

I should be in the mine.

They consider it dangerous.

I'm afraid we frightened your daughter

as much as she frightened us.

As a matter of fact, we didn't know

anyone lived up in these mountains.

Some of us continue to be stubborn, seor.

There is a little town higher up in the hills...

...a very old Mexican town.

San Gabriel.

I see.

My name is Chavez...

Dr. Estaban Chavez.

How do you do.

And this is my daughter Raquel.

I'm Charles Dakin and this is

my partner, Mr Coons.

How do you do.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm a miner.. I claimed the Durango.

You claimed the Durango?!

Yes.

May I ask what you expect

to find in it?

Gold!

You don't think much of the idea?

There is no gold in Durango, Seor Dakin.

You may find some other mineral here.

Zinc, perhaps.

There is a very good market for zinc,

I understand.

Well, that's very interesting.

Perhaps we'll be calling you

Seor Dakin the Zinc King eh?

Vamonos, Raquel.

Hasta la vista, Seor Dakin.

Seorita...

Adios, Seor Coons.

Yeah... So long, kid.

If you should happen to need any more equipment,

or any workers, seores...

You will come to San Gabriel, eh?

Thanks a lot.

Adios seores!

I swear, Mr Dakin... I didn't know nothin'

about this San Gabriel.

- But when she come outta here...

- Pretty girl!

Yeah...

But Mr Dakin...

We got a big stake in this business.

Relax, Ernie.

I'm trying to.

Well, you've come this far...

Maybe you'd like to take a look

at a million dollars.

I just saw a million dollars.

Come on... we'll take a look

at the other one.

There it is, Mr Dakin.

Every ounce of it.

Look at it, Ernie...

What do you see?

Gold, Mr Dakin.

No... what else?

I don't get you!

Do you know what's really

in these sacks, Ernie?

Paris... Rio... comfort... good living.

And something else...

Like spending 5 years

in a rotten stinking little cell.

And waking up in the middle of the night

in a cold sweat...

...wondering whether or not

I'd been babbling on about it.

Or whether it's still safe or not.

It's always been safe, Mr Dakin.

Oh, I know that, Ernie...

You're the one man I trust.

The one man I can depend on.

It's just that funny things happen

in nightmares.

But the nightmares are over now, Ernie...

we're gonna live.

We've paid 5 years

for this million bucks.

And nobody's gonna take it away from us.

But nobody!

I'd like to get some information

about a friend of mine.

I think he was in here yesterday...

on business...

His name's Dakin.

Charlie Dakin.

Dakin... Dakin...?

- I don't think I remember him.

- Pardon me...

I couldn't help overhearing...

I think I can take care of this, Frank.

That name seems familiar...

- Dakin, did you say?

- Yeah... that's right.

Tall fellow, dark... about 30 years old?

Yeah... that's the one.

You the law?

Oh, no... we're just pals of his.

In some trouble, is he?

Maybe.

What do you mean 'maybe'?

He stole something from us...

something big.

I thought maybe

that it was something like that.

You seem to know quite a lot

about this fellow Dakin.

No... I noticed him because

he seemed so nervous.

So upset.

Where is he?

That I couldn't say.

Is Dakin really a miner?

Is that what he told you?

He asked me about

mining operations...

...in Mexico.

I recall that because I thought

it was odd at the time.

He was on his way, he said,

to Mexico City.

Are you sure that's what he said?

Oh, yes... I recall that distinctly.

Thanks, friend...

Don't mention it.

I always like to do a stranger a favour.

He's lyin'.

- Of course he's lyin'.

- What do we do now?

We wait till Charlie comes in...

or junior there goes out to find him...

- Then we follow him.

- We can't make it in this car.

So, we'll trade it in for a car

that CAN make it.

What's up, Ernie?

Car comin'.

Get in the house.

Hello Mr Dakin.

Hello Mr Higgins.

I can see you've been working...

your hands are getting calloused.

Yeah... $100 worth of maintenance, you know.

You might offer me

a drink of water.

Yes, sure.

By the way, I told them at the office

where I was going.

They know I'm up here.

Thanks.

Not at all.

I suppose you're wondering

why I came up.

No... I've been expecting you.

Expecting me?

Why?

Because you're the nosey type,

Mr Higgins.

You want to know WHY

I claimed the Durango.

I think I know.

I know that Charles Dakin was released

from a California prison just a few days ago...

After serving a 5-year term

for manslaughter.

Go on.

I also know that your hiding out

from someone.

And that you're a thief.

Is that all?

Not quite.

I know WHAT you've stolen... and that's

the most important thing of all.

There's only one thing

you could've taken

that would have brought you

up here, Mr Dakin...

One thing.

Gold.

An immense amount of stolen gold.

I don't know how much you have...

But common sense tells me

you have it...

Here.

At the Durango.

What else does your common sense tell you,

Mr Higgins?

For instance...

Of course you know,

we'll have to kill you.

Kill me?

You don't understand...

I'm here to help you.

You need me.

Listen, Mr Dakin...

I'm not a fool...

I know the problems you've faced.

What in the world could you do

with the gold...

when there's a law against owning it?

You could claim a mine...

Get hold of a gold-mine...

Take your own gold

out of your own property...

and let the government

pay you for it.

How do YOU fit in to all this,

Mr Higgins?

But there are things

you don't know about mining.

For instance...

Have you ever heard of a little thing

called "Form TG19".

No?

It's an affidavit.

A statement that every miner

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