Barbarosa Page #4

COUPLE OF THEM BEFORE IT'S "OUR HORSES."

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

GIVE ME...

GIVE ME A HAND HERE, KARL.

SURE. COME ON. COME ON.

LET ME SHOW YOU.

WILL YOU GET THAT DOOR FOR US, SISTER?

OH, JESUS! OHH!

WHOA.

HELLO, THE HOUSE!

MR. PAHMEYER!

YEAH! I'M H-HERE.

WE GOT BUSINESS! YOU

JUST AS WELL COME ON OUT!

I'M...

I'M SORRY ABOUT EMIL.

I NEVER MEANT EMIL.

I KNOW THAT.

THEY WERE MY SONS, KARL...

DAMN FINE SONS,

ALL THREE OF 'EM.

I'LL MAKE

A BARGAIN WITH YOU.

LET'S JUST QUIT THIS THING.

I DON'T KNOW THAT...

I'M ABLE TO DO IT, KARL.

WELL, THINK ABOUT I BEFORE YOU COMMIT YOURSELF.

YEAH.

YOU MAY BE RIGHT, KARL.

I'LL THINK ABOUT I A MINUTE.

HEAVEN HELP US! NEIN!

- HEAVENS, PAPA!

- NO!

WELL, YOU'RE A SAD

LOOKIN' SON OF A B*TCH.

YEAH.

I'VE BEEN WONDERIN'

WHAT HAPPENED TO YA.

GOT MY RIGHT ARM BANGED UP A

LITTLE BIT. NOTHIN' TO WORRY ABOUT.

THAT ZAVALA BOY?

YEAH.

LITTLE SON OF B*TCH

WAS UP IN A TREE THIS TIME.

AIN'T ENOUGH I GOTTA WATCH

BEHIND THE ROCKS AND BUSHES.

NOW I GOTTA WATCH UP IN THE TREES.

WELL, IT'S SURE GOOD

TO SEE YA.

WHAT HAPPENED:

TO YOUR PEOPLE?

WELL, I LOST 'EM BOTH...

MY DAD AND MY SISTER.

WELL,

WE AIN'T WAITIN' ON ME.

WELL, WE AIN'T WAITIN'

ON ME EITHER.

NOW, LISTEN.

I'VE BEEN THINKIN'.

WHY DON'T YOU GO INTO TOWN

AND GET SOME SUPPLIES.

SOME SALT, BEANS,

MAYBE A LITTLE STICK CANDY...

SOMETHIN' TO SUCK ON.

WHERE YOU GONNA BE? I'M

GOIN' UP TO THE CAMP HERE.

I'LL BE UP THE ROAD A

WAYS. NOW, WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE NOT GONNA RUN OFF AND

LEAVE ME AGAIN, ARE YA? OH, NO.

BEEN SEEIN' YOU DON' DO TOO WELL BY YOURSELF.

GO ON NOW.

I CAN FEEL YOU BREATHIN', BOY.

WELL, GOOD MORNIN'

TO YOU, SIR.

YOU PLAN TO KILL ME TODAY?

TODAY.

NOW.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

YOUR NAME, BOY.

- I AM EDUARDO.

- OH, YEAH. YOU'RE PEDRO'S SON.

- I CAN SEE THE RESEMBLANCE.

- CRECENCIO, HE WAS MY FATHER.

CRECENCIO!

HOW IS THE OLD BUGGER?

HE'S DEAD.

- DON'T TELL ME THAT.

- YOU KILLED HIM YEARS AGO.

YOU SHOT HIM HERE.

AND YOU KILLED:

MANUEL, LUIS, ALEMN,

CUCO, LORENZO...

DAMN GOOD MEN.

THERE ARE OTHERS.

YEAH, THERE'S

GONNA BE ONE MORE...

IF YOU DON'T STEP ASIDE.

YOU HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH ASS

IN YOUR BRITCHES...

TO PULL THE TRIGGER

ON BARBAROSA.

YOU'RE GONNA LOOK FUNNY WITH

YOUR BRAINS BLOWIN' OUT YOUR EARS.

I CAN DO IT.

WHO'S GONNA HELP YOUR

OLD MAMA AROUND THE HOUSE?

WHO'S GONNA DALLY

WITH THE GIRLS?

IT WON'T BE YOU.

THROW YOUR RIFLE

AWAY FROM YA!

THROW IT!

NOW YOUR PISTOLA.

I SHOULD'VE SLIT YOUR THROA RATHER THAN YOUR HAT...

THAT NIGH YOU WERE SLEEPIN'.

THAT WAS YOU?

SIT YOUR BUTT DOWN AND TAKE OFF

YOUR BOOTS, RIGHT NOW. SIT DOWN!

BULLSHIT.

SO, BARBAROSA GOT TO HAVE

THE GRINGO CHILD...

GIVE HIM:

SOME HELP THESE DAYS, HUH?

SHUT YOUR MOUTH. HE DON'T KNOW

NOTHIN' ABOUT ME BEIN' HERE.

YOU JUST GET YOUR BOOTS OFF AND PITCH

'EM OVER THERE WITH YOUR WEAPONS.

YOU CAN'T TAKE

AN OLD MAN'S DEATH AWAY.

OLD MAN? HELL!

I LOOKED INTO HIS FACE.

IT'S TIRED AND WORN.

- HE'S JUST AN OLD MAN.

- HE'S BARBAROSA.

YOU GO BACK AND YOU TELL YOUR

PEOPLE BARBAROSA'S JUST A MAN. GO ON!

NDALE!

NDALE!

KARL?

IS THAT YOU, KARL?

EDUARDO!

- NO!

- BARBAROSA!

BARBAROSA?

BARBAROSA.

THEY KILLED ME THIS TIME.

STAY WITH ME AWHILE?

KARL.

THEY CUT MY DAMN EARS OFF.

OH, GODDAMN.

YOUR EARS.

BRAULIO DID THAT,

HIM AND THEM OTHER TWO.

- ON YOUR WEDDIN' NIGHT?

- YEAH.

I:

SHOT HIS LEG OFF FOR IT.

I'M SURPRISED

YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM.

HE WANTED TO FIX

IT SO I'D LEAVE JOSEPHINA.

BUT I NEVER DID:

LEAVE HER, KARL.

NO, SIR.

YOU DIDN'T.

YOU GOT A LOT TO BE PROUD OF.

YOU KNOW THAT?

EDUARDO?

UH.

JUST SOME SPOTS OF

BLOOD. THAT'S ALL. DAMN.

HE'S ON HIS WAY HOME

TO SPREAD THE NEWS.

BARBAROSA'S DEAD.

HE'S AFOOT.

I'M GONNA CATCH HIM, MAKE SURE HE

NEVER REACHES HOME WITH THAT STORY.

ALL RIGHT? YEAH. SOUNDS GOOD.

BRAULIO'LL

NEVER KNOW.

I SWEAR IT.

THE OLD BASTARD WILL JUS KEEP HAVIN' 'EM LOOKIN' FOR ME.

BARBAROSA'LL LIVE A LONG

TIME IN THAT FAMILY...

A LONG TIME.

DON'T LET 'EM

FIND MY BODY, KARL.

THEY WON'T.

KARL,

A MAN COULDN'T ASK FOR BETTER

THAN WHAT I HAD WITH THE ZAVALAS.

IT AIN'T A BAD TRADE...

IF YOU GOT NOBODY ELSE.

EDUARDO!

EDUARDO!

EDUARDO.

I AM RETURNED,

DON BRAULIO.

AND, UH...

AND BARBAROSA?

BARBAROSA IS DEAD!

HE IS DEAD. I KILLED HIM WITH MY KNIFE.

YOU, UH...

YOU BRING NO PROOF.

WHERE ARE HIS COJONES?

I AM THE PROOF. I WOULD NOT HAVE COME

BACK IF I HAD NOT DONE THIS THING.

BARBAROSA IS DEAD. I

SWEAR IT, DON BRAULIO.

BARBAROSA...

IS DEAD.

BARBAROSA...

IS DEAD.

EDUARDO HAS KILLED HIM.

PREPARE FOR A GREAT FIESTA

IN CELEBRATION!

WHO IS IT?

- BARBAROSA.

- BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA. BARBAROSA.

- BARBAROSA.

- BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA.

BARBAROSA. BARBAROSA.

- BARBAROSA.

- BARBAROSA!

BARBAROSA! BARBAROSA!

BARBAROSA! BARBA...

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