Big Jake Page #2

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For yourself.

I got ten of my best men

with me.

I'd like to go after

the boy myself.

If you say so, Martha,

I'll take that box in.

I am grateful to you both

but I don't think this is

a job for the Rangers, Buck

nor for the Army, sir.

It is, I think,

going to be a very

harsh and unpleasant

kind of business

and will, I think, require

an extremely harsh

and unpleasant kind

of man to see to it.

No, sir.

No, sir, I ain't.

Haven't butted into

anybody's business

since I was 18 year old

at which time

it almost got me killed.

Ain't going to

start that again.

What's the matter?

Oh, what'd he have

to go and do that for?

You got any last

words, Scotsman?

Aye, give me my bonnet.

My head's cold.

All right, now, let's

get on with the hanging.

Howdy.

Got you kind of surrounded,

haven't they?

This your business, mister?

What is he, a murderer

or a horse thief?

He's a sheep farmer.

Phew, that's where that

horrible odor comes from.

That's right.

How 'bout the boy?

You gonna hang him, too,

or just beat him up

some more?

Mister, you shouldn't

butt into something

that's none of your business,

you really shouldn't.

I think you're right, friend.

A man shouldn't

butt into anything

that ain't his own affair.

Sheep farmer...

you want to sell them sheep?

Uh, yes, sir.

Well, let's see,

I'll give you $100 now

and $300

when I get them to market.

Well, that's highway robbery.

Well, maybe you think

you're going to get

a better offer for them today.

I'll take it.

With one proviso.

What's that?

I go with the sheep.

Good.

You're working for me.

You go ahead.

You go right ahead.

If there's anything I enjoy more

than hanging a sheepherder

it's hanging somebody who sticks

his nose into my business.

Go on, you try to cut that rope.

No, you've got me scared.

You do it.

Dog!

Get him off! Get him off!

Dog!

Just who in the hell

do you think you are?

Jacob McCandles.

Oh, I, uh...

I thought you were dead,

Mr. McCandles.

Not hardly.

You going to cut him down?

Now his hands.

Foreman's name's Gonzales.

Tell him I sent you.

Take the boy with you.

Thank you, sir.

Come along, son.

If you follow him,

I'll hunt you down and kill you.

Every mother's son

of you.

Come on, dog.

Seor McCandles!

Hola, Chihuahua.

Para usted, seor.

Here you are, Mr. McCandles.

Thanks, Joe.

Hank!

She's in there,

Mr. McCandles, waiting.

What happened

to your spurs?

Oh, they don't work

on these newfangled

velocipedes.

Oh.

Well, see that they get

my gear out of that car.

Yes, sir.

Martha.

It's been a long time.

It's good to see you again.

You've changed, Jacob.

Not you.

You're as young

and lovely as ever.

I called you, Jacob

because your grandson

has been kidnapped.

You didn't know

you had a grandson?

You have, by

your son Jeffrey,

and Jeffrey has been

badly wounded by the kidnappers.

Will he live?

This is the ransom note.

The blood on it

is Jeffrey's.

Will he live?

Yes.

I would not contemplate

otherwise.

Do we ha...

Do you have a million dollars?

Yes. And many times that.

Hank!

Yes, ma'am?

Will you bring in

the strongbox, please?

Set it down here

on the table.

That's all.

Yes, ma'am.

Is this the way you want it?

Yes.

They're very dangerous men.

They've already killed

ten people.

Many of them you knew.

Juan and his family...

Teena and the little boy?

Moses Brown.

Old Mose...

lousy cook.

Jacob, as I said, they're very

dangerous and violent people.

And I don't think

we've got any other choice

than to give them

what they've asked for.

I agree.

But you know that, pay or not,

you run the risk of never seeing

the boy again.

I understand.

Well, "follow the map

until met."

That's easy.

I'll need food for a week,

water for ten days,

three packhorses

and a good mule.

Waiting for you outside.

Martha, you didn't happen

to think of my Greeners...

the double barrels?

Oh...

Ah!

Oh... you brought Betsy.

Pays to be careful.

Well, now let's see

if I've forgotten any...

Oh, I'll need

a piece of clothing

that the boy's worn recently.

His?

Yes.

Well...

Hank, who picked the mule?

I did.

Pack it.

Yes, sir.

Don't forget the

rest of the gear.

No, sir.

Hello, Buck.

Hello, you old horse thief.

I thought you was

dead for sure by now.

That'll be the day.

Thinking of taking a trip?

Well, a million dollars

is a lot of money, Jacob.

I thought we might

go with you.

In those?

They're faster

than a horse.

They'll go farther

and last longer.

It's 1909, Jacob!

Meaning that my way's

old-fashioned.

Meaning I'm offering my

help, if you'll have me.

Well, thanks, Buck,

but I'll go it alone.

Well, suit yourself, Jacob.

What about me?

James?

Good morning, Daddy.

It's been some time

since I've seen you.

Ten years, I think.

Nine years and four months.

But you're welcome

to come along, son.

I am moved by your faith

in someone

you haven't seen since

he was 16 years old, Daddy.

"Daddy"?

Daddy.

Daddy.

Well, son, since you haven't

learned to respect your elders

it's time you learned

to respect your betters.

If you weren't my father...

Go ahead, I give you leave.

If you're going with me,

I hope you can use that hogleg

better than you can fight.

Does that suit you... Daddy?

You can call me father,

you can call me Jacob,

you can call me Jake,

you can call me

a dirty son of a b*tch,

but if you ever call me

"Daddy" again

I'll finish this fight.

Tiquina?

Seor?

Tell Sam Sharpnose

I want to see him.

Tell him the same place

as the last time

and all he needs

is his saddle.

Get yourself a good horse.

Oh, Tiquina?

Si?

Bring the horse back.

Seguro, Seor.

Where's your brother?

He ought to be here with you.

He'll be here.

Look out for that mule!

I tried to tell you

about them horses, Jacob.

Now you take these here

automobiles...

Jacob, this is

your son Michael.

Father.

Good to see you again.

He's a mite skittish,

isn't he, Father?

The little fellow's

still alive, Mother.

Are you sure?

I saw him.

The kidnappers were

in the Chilicote flatlands,

five hours ago.

Using the automobiles,

I believe the Rangers

can get to the pass

long before the kidnappers,

and set a trap for them.

You want to chance it,

Mother?

Buck?

No matter what happens,

I think they'll kill the boy

sooner or later.

I've got the best riflemen

in Texas with me...

that means in the world.

With luck, at say, 200 yards,

I think maybe we can kill

every one of those animals

before they hear the shots

that did it.

I think it's worth a gamble.

It's very daring.

Yes... yes, I'll chance it.

What do you think, Jacob?

Suit yourself, Martha.

I was asking your opinion,

Jacob.

No, you made up your mind.

You made your decision alone.

You live it alone.

I was wrong.

You haven't changed,

have you, Jacob McCandles?

Not one bit.

Do it!

You still want me

to take this box in?

Yes.

If they fail, it falls to you.

You coming along?

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