Blackthorn Page #2

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- Drink.

- Okay. We agree on something.

- In silence.

Will you get your ass up!

I've got a couple mules here.

Let's get mounted.

Come on!

I'm ready when you are.

Thank you.

If that money doesn't exist,

I'm going to kill you.

And take my sweet time

doing it too.

Shouldn't we move faster?

Last time you moved faster you killed

your horse, don't you remember?

I wouldn't say

I killed my horse.

You wouldn't, huh?

What would you say?

Hey, who do you think you are?

We could get shot any minute now

and you're acting like...

What? Come on.

Enough already!

Go to hell, man!

Go to f***ing hell!

The last miner left 8 years ago.

There were 10,000 people

living here at one point.

Patio was convinced he could

bleed a little more out of it.

So, when I came over from Spain,

he sent me here and had me

searching six months. For nothing.

I know this mine

like I dug it myself.

You'd better.

Are you going to kill me

when you get the money?

Come on, let's get this over with.

Wait.

I have no reason to trust you either.

There's a lot of money at stake.

Where did you get that antique?

I'm not so bad with Bolivian women.

So, are you going to shoot me now?

No, I don't want to.

We've been together for days

and I don't even know your name.

I can't trust

someone with no name.

Well, you ought to trust me.

I saved your life

a couple of times, didn't I?

Besides, I'm not your problem.

That's your problem over there.

What?

That dust.

Those could be several

of your friends at full gallop.

You're empty, son.

You're a son of a b*tch.

Yeah.

You should hear

what they called me back in Wyoming.

We're close.

Next gallery to the left.

Watch your head.

When did you find out

I had the other revolver?

About ten minutes ago.

Giddy up, son! Bring the light!

I'm not a goddamn mole!

It's all here.

I'm willing to split it now.

- What's to split?

- Sorry?

There's nothing to split.

It's useless in here.

I mean, if you make it out of here

alive, it might be worth something.

But right now all you got

is your stupid gun and your lamp.

How the hell do we get out of here?

- Just follow me.

- Yeah, that's what I've been doing.

Come on!

The mine has lots of ways

out to the mountain.

Now what, Mr. Engineer?

Shoot the lights!

Leave them blind!

Okay, here's your gun back.

- Ready?

- Ready.

Goddamned Spaniard!

You call this a way out?

I could find my way out of Hell

easier than this.

Thanks to this way out,

it'll be impossible for them

to pick up our trail again, old man.

Where the hell are we?

- We're safe.

- Safe?

You stole 50,000 dollars.

You ain't gonna be safe for long.

Well, I guess

I'll have to live with that.

But I feel good.

I feel better than ever.

My name's James Blackthorn.

Utah, United States.

Eduardo Apodaca.

From Madrid, Spain.

Rosario is not too far from here.

We can buy some cheap horses over there.

I got me a little ranch

somewhere around here.

We can get some rest up there.

Sometimes it's beautiful...

It is that.

You kept me waiting for an hour

for that?

You in a hurry?

Sometimes, this is like having

a little friend along with you.

- Maybe even better.

- Yeah.

Well, my name it is Sam Hall,

Sam Hall

My name it is Sam Hall,

Sam Hall

My name it is Sam Hall

and I hate you, one and all

And I hate you, one and all

Damn your eyes!

To the gallows I must go,

I must go

To the gallows I must go,

I must go

To the gallows I must go,

while you critters down below

Yell out:
"Sam, I told you so"

Well, damn your eyes!

Now the preacher he did come,

he did come

Yes, the preacher he did come,

he did come

The preacher he did come

and he preached till Kingdom come

Well, you can kiss my bloody bum

Damn his eyes!

My name is Samu-el,

Samu-el

My name is Samu-el,

Samu-el

My name is Samu-el,

I'll see you all in Hell

An' I'll see you all in Hell

Damn your eyes...

You're rich, right?

I mean, your family.

Well, I guess it depends

on whom you compare me to.

Poor people.

In that case, I reckon

you could say I grew up comfortably.

Never rode with a gentleman before.

Never thought I would.

Friendship is the most valuable

thing a man can have.

It's worth more than money,

land, horses or cattle.

It might be the only thing you

never forget. And it lasts forever.

Your father believed that.

Your mother did too.

You just have to hold

the cards steady.

Rattlesnake bites are your thing,

not mosquitoes.

Etta bought these suits

so we could wear them, Butch.

Now get up off your sorry ass

and come downstairs with us.

Argentinians know plenty,

but not about poker.

Not about poker, my friend.

You two are...

you're quite a sight.

All the more reason

for you to join us.

Go on, get out of here, damn it.

I need some sleep.

Bring me up someting to drink.

And watch yourselves.

Come on, Butch...

Ain't nobody

been chasing us for a long time.

"Ain't nobody

been chasing us for a long time."

- Damn your eyes.

- Shut up.

We'd have been long gone three days ago

if it hadn't been for your mosquito bite.

I can't even pronounce

the name of this damn place.

San Juan.

Anyways...

And why the hell

haven't they put cuffs on us?

They probably

don't have any handcuffs.

This is humiliating.

You don't say.

Right, here we go.

Sir,

there's your gringo bandits.

One's sick.

Sorry to hear

you've not been too well.

It's just an insect bite,

Mr. MacKinley. Nothing serious.

Yes, these places...

You never know

what'll be the next damn insect

or vermin

to rip a piece off of you.

Look.

Snake bite,

two years ago at Chaco.

There's a saying around here:

"Dos pasitos".

"Two steps".

They say that by the third step

you're dead.

I got lucky.

This one

was last winter in Atacama.

A scorpion the size of a clock.

I could hardly walk for two months.

Then I was left with this lump.

But I'm sure I'm not telling you

a damn thing you don't know yourselves.

We've all been in the same places.

It was about time

we met face to face.

- Finally.

- Go to hell, MacKinley.

Let's get it over with.

I can't wait.

Open. It's the sheriff.

Mr. Albion MacKinley,

may I introduce Miss Etta Place.

Well, well, MacKinley.

You're a gentleman.

I thought all Pinkerton men

were bloodthirsty thugs

sold to the highest bidder.

- You gonna run in your underwear?

- What?

I have a gift for you.

It's a gringo machine.

Silver is best used

for other things.

I don't understand that time.

Yeah, me neither.

Don't do that! It's mine!

Keep it.

It's something

to remember me by.

Cheers.

Cheers.

To the two of you.

I'm going to go. It's dark out.

Yana,

you know I'm going back

to my country tomorrow.

For good.

Spend the night here, please.

I can't.

My family's waiting for me.

It's dark out.

Sure.

I have rain gear.

- No?

- No.

Goodbye, Mr. James.

Take care of yourself.

What about all this?

This?

It's just a place.

Yana and her family'll make

good use of it.

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