Big Jake Page #5

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Because waitin's good

for them and bad for us.

You get impatient, nervy,

careless, maybe dead.

I've seen it.

Besides, you two children

haven't had the experience

for that sort of thing

and I don't have the patience.

So we're gonna invite 'em

here tonight.

Now, Father,

I think that...

You think?

Michael, your thinking's

already cost us some lives.

I intend to hang on to mine.

Your father got us this far

'cause he knows what he's doin',

so for the next 24 hours,

why don't you both

just keep your mouths

shut and listen to him?

That's more words than I spoke

since I know you.

Gentlemen, agreed?

All right, Sam.

I want you to go down

and take a look

at the horses.

Make yourself seen

around the stables

and tonight, James,

you go out

and have yourself

a real good time

and when I leave

this room, Michael

you'll be the sittin' duck.

With only you

between them

and that box

they'll think

it's going to be

like taking candy

away from a baby.

Tonight, Sam, there's

going to be a...

disturbance out

on the street.

I want you to

come over the roof

and into the window.

But you tell him

not to shoot me,

not even by accident.

Yeah, remind...

I heard him.

Father, you know what

you're letting

yourself in for.

There's a little

eight-year-old boy

somewhere out there

scared, lonely,

and probably wondering

what's happened

to his world.

We came here to find him

and take him home,

alive, if possible.

That's what I intend to do.

He's right about one thing:

You'll be all alone

down there.

No sweat.

All right, Sam, you better

pick up another shotgun,

a Greener, if possible.

Well, I'm gonna take

myself a nap.

You wake me up, 9:00, for sure.

Now, you two young fools

be careful tonight

because if you

get yourself killed

your mother'd never

let me hear the end of it.

Por favor, amigo.

Whew.

Pardon me.

Are you with these

oil-drillers?

Yep.

Well, could you

tell me which one

is the orneriest

in your outfit?

Oh, that's easy.

Mr. Sweet!

That portly gentleman

right over there,

with the beard.

Thank you.

Mr. Sweet?

Yes?

May I?

You shouldn't have done that.

You were right.

You're a little overmatched,

aren't you?

Do you want some help?

No.

You better quit being

unfriendly, mister.

Sam's made it, Pa.

Well, it's about time.

Hold it.

Just a minute, friend.

I think there's

been a mistake.

Have you ever been

to Nacogdoches?

Nacogdoches?

No.

Strange.

Pardon me.

But I ain't never been

to Nacogdoches.

Damn it, mister,

I believe you.

You're next.

Please sit

down, sir.

Thank you.

Say, I was lookin' at...

do I read right?

Oh, yes, sir.

Genuine hot showers

imported all the way

from St. Louis.

The only one of its kind

between Dallas and Mexico City.

Ah.

I highly recommend it, Seor.

Donde?

Over there.

Muchicimas gracias.

Hey, how about

let's get out of here?

After we finish this dance.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, man!

They ought to have

one of these

in every barbershop

in the world.

Mas tante, maestro.

Be through in a

minute, mister.

Take your time, mister.

Man, I smell as sweet

as lilies

of the valley right now.

I'm in no hurry, friend.

You just take your time.

Muchacho.

Venga aqui.

Si, seor.

There's a cantina

at the far edge of town

named Sanchez's.

You know it?

Si, seor.

You go there and buy me

a bottle of tequila.

Pero la cantina

esta aqui cerca.

Nowhere else, mind you.

Now, they have a brand

special for me.

Now, that's what I want.

Go fetch it.

Si, seor.

Well...

guess I'm finished.

You stay right where you are.

Unless you want

to hurry things.

Take your choice.

No hurry.

No hurry at all.

But I could use

those clothes over there.

I'm getting a little cold.

You don't shut up

and stay where you are,

you'll be a lot colder.

Here.

Protect yourself with this.

Why don't you

buy me a drink now?

Well, I thought

we was leaving.

Later.

Hmm.

Am I too heavy?

No, not at all.

Hey, you...

with that fancy holster on.

Yeah, you.

You got my woman.

Sorry.

That's my woman.

All right, friend.

Hey, don't turn

your back on me

while I'm talking to you.

My apologies, sir, if I've o...

Shut up!

Yes, sir.

Well, you sure

don't rile very easy, sonny.

You know, son,

you are a coward.

Yeah... yeah, you're a coward.

Yeah, a live coward.

Now let's hear you say it.

All right.

I'm a coward.

Hey, I think I finally

said something

to rile the boy.

You sure did.

Well, friend...

that's it.

No hard feelings.

The hell there ain't.

Sam!

Anybody hurt?

What's the matter?

Shotgun blast

broke the lock, Jacob.

Newspaper clippings.

I killed a man

for newspaper clippings.

Where's the money, Father?

Where is it, Daddy?

You think I stole it?

You think I stole it, Michael?

Tell the Indian

to go for a walk.

Go for a walk, Sam.

You sure, Jacob?

Sure. Take the

dog with you.

Go with him, dog.

Now what?

Where's the money, Daddy?

You go to hell.

James?

Now, boys, you know that's...

that's no way to treat

your old daddy.

Jokes!

Can I come in now?

Come on in.

Well, there ain't no money.

There never has been.

That's right, never has been.

It was your mother's decision,

and mine,

that we take the boy

and not pay for him.

My mother's decision?

I don't believe you.

There were seven McCandles

people killed, one crippled.

Your own brother shot...

maybe crippled,

maybe even dead...

and my grandson kidnapped.

I ain't gonna pay 'em for that.

Neither is your mother.

I thought I knew her.

Not hardly.

It can't be done, Pa.

They'll kill

Little Jake for sure.

Not if we kill them first.

There you are, Jacob.

Just like new.

Quiet, dog.

What are you

snooping around for?

I ain't snoopin'.

I come to get ya.

Your horses are saddled

out in back, so let's go.

Where to?

I'll take you there.

That's all

you need to know.

'Ceptin' if you

don't have the money...

or I ain't back within

or if somebody tries

to follow us

to the meetin' place...

or tries to keep us

from leaving after

we get the money, we'll

kill that little boy.

Well, I ain't gonna give

you the money

till I get the little boy.

Now how you gonna do it?

We'll have a rifle on him.

With a real fine sharpshooter

behind it,

with one of them fancy

new telescopic sights.

From the time you

set eyes on him,

until one hour

after we vamoose,

you won't know

where our man is,

and we won't be able

to tell him not to shoot

even if we was so inclined.

Something goes wrong,

that little boy is dead,

sure as shootin'.

Well, uh... give us

a couple of minutes

to pull ourselves together.

The front's being watched.

I'll be out in back myself.

Means they're close by.

James, give me back my watch.

Don't you ever return

things you borrow?

It's full of pictures.

Yeah.

Michael, the sharpshooter

is yours.

Kill him.

How?

Well, get lucky.

Or better still,

pray that I get lucky

and make him miss

the first shot.

That'll give you

about ten seconds

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