Brothers in Arms Page #2

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Everybody gotta pay?

-l said, you gonna pay.

-l know you, boy?

l said, do l know you, boy?

l'm sure you remember me.

No, don't remember you.

No. Refresh my memory, huh?

Burned our farm.

Murdered our kin.

You know, l do a lot of that.

You can't expect me

to remember every farm l burn.

Little place south of Flat Ridge.

Came between you

and your railroad.

Oh, yeah, yeah,

l remember that one.

Yeah, a lot of screaming.

l mean, what, did you run away?

Did you run off

and leave your family?

Don't worry about it.

You should never assume

a man is dead...

...just because you shot him.

That's good advice.

l'll remember that next time.

Ain't no next time.

Hell.

l'm sorry, Mr. Driscoll, l....

l'm sorry that....

You were here.

Did you see them?

Did you see who killed my son?

l'm afraid not.

No one...

...but no one, crosses a Driscoll

and lives to tell about it.

Get me Wolverton.

-What were you thinking?

-He had it coming.

They saw us. Our cover is blown.

We can't go back there now.

lt could have gone better.

Maybe we could use this

to our advantage.

What you thinking?

The last thing they're gonna expect is

for us to come back and hit the bank.

Right. Because it's suicide.

You serious?

l thought he was the crazy one.

Hey, man, don't call me that.

What did you learn at the bank?

Well, the payroll is scheduled

to be picked up at noon.

A quarter of a million dollars

the day after tomorrow.

You better be playing that

when he gets up.

Take a few men out back.

Don't let anybody get past,

you hear me? Now go.

Yes, yes, uncle.

You, you. Come here.

Surround.

Fire.

Everybody stay down!

-Longcoats!

-No sh*t.

-Stay down! Stay down!

-Sh*t!

Man, shut up, we done been

in tougher scrapes than this before.

-Let's go!

-l think we overstayed our welcome.

Run for it, baby!

l swear to God, if l get killed...

...my ghost gonna come back

and bust your ass.

Cover me now.

l'm going out.

Go! Go!

Hey, why did you stop me?

Why did you stop me?

-lt was him!

-Who?

Wolverton.

Anybody hurt?

Okay. These longcoats

are like wild coyotes.

-Once they get their teeth into you--

-Hey. What's the plan?

Mara knows these parts

better than anyone.

-l know a spot.

-Okay, lead on.

Come on.

l thought l told you

to watch the back.

-Uncle, l did.

-l told you, nobody gets by.

Uncle Wolverton, l tried.

l swear to you, l tried.

There was a guy in a tree.

We never saw him.

He froze.

-No.

-lt's all right.

lt's all right.

We're still gonna get them.

And you're my favorite nephew.

Now let's mount up.

l want that bounty.

-l take first watch.

-Sure you're up to it?

Oh, yeah.

All right, then,

l'll sleep good for a change.

Come on.

Spill the beans, Rev.

Come on, Rev, give it up.

-Tell us about Mara.

-What's it like?

Flesh of my flesh,

bone of my bones.

Come on, man, with that.

Half black, half lndian?

Come on. That must be real sweet.

Must be great.

lt's like finding a cactus flower

among sagebrush.

What the hell?

What the--?

Hey, you gotta go find it, you know?

-She's messing up my duds.

-And a cactus has thorns.

She's a wild one.

When we hit that bank,

we have to go by the book.

Not that book.

Nobody gets hurt.

We get what we want,

and we get out, clear?

l got your back.

And everything should go off

without a hitch.

Couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Please, May, this is official.

Yes, good afternoon, sheriff.

Greetings.

How are you feeling this fine day?

Well, l was--

-We were wondering that--

-For heaven's sake, get to the point!

Yes, dear.

Well, it's about

this rampant violence.

Something's gotta be done about it.

-We can get rid of it today.

-We can?

Yep.

With a million dollars

and the 7th Cavalry.

No disrespect intended, sheriff.

lf l do say so, you are handling

your duties magnificently...

...and as mayor--

Oh, l've got a hole in my coat.

-As mayor of Corazn de la--

-Driscollville.

Driscollville, it is my responsibility

to ensure...

...that you have whatever you need to

do your job to the best of your ability.

All l need is one thing, mayor.

What might that be?

More bullets.

Bullets? More--?

More bullets.

-Good afternoon, sheriff.

-Mayor.

-Tell me you got them.

-Not yet, sir.

Excuses are a dime a dozen...

...and not worth a plugged nickel.

Mr. Driscoll...

...a man's reputation is everything.

l've collected every bounty

l've ever gone after.

This here gonna be no different.

Now...

...there's been a change in plans.

Yes, may l help you?

Me and my men are here to pick up

the payroll early.

This is highly irregular.

Orders straight from Mr. Driscoll.

l see. How early?

First thing in the morning.

Fine.

Okay, as soon as we come in,

Zane, you handle the guards.

Don't kill anybody unless you got to.

Mara, if we need a blast,

you got us covered?

l got it.

Okay. Rev, you handle the tellers

and any customers.

Kansas, we need you to cover

this window right here.

Make sure nobody joins

our little party.

lf we do this right...

...we all walk out rich bastards.

And if we don't?

Then lunch is on you tomorrow.

Okay. Enough talk.

Let's play some music.

l like that.

They'll never see us.

Hey.

Tight britches.

Why you always fiddling

with them playing cards, huh?

Because they help sharpen

the reflexes, madame.

What you call me?

You trying to say something

about my past?

-That's not what he meant.

-No, l heard him.

Anybody ever see

such a pretty cowboy?

l think Kansas here

is one of them dandies.

That's enough, Mara.

That's why you wear them gloves?

Why are you dressed like that

anyway?

You think you better than us

or something?

-Mara.

-ls that why you wear them...

...Pollyanna gloves?

Yeah. l wanna know why.

Okay.

That's why.

l used to be a painter.

l had myself a little gallery.

That is, before the Klan

paid me a visit.

l lost everything.

Kansas....

l tracked all of them down,

one by one.

Law's been looking for me

ever since.

l swore that, no matter what...

...in the end...

...l shall be holding the cards.

Why are you still awake?

You know l'm always psyched

before a job.

What the hell?

Man, that is one

strange-ass couple.

-A reverend--

-And a soiled dove.

Oh, yeah, baby.

How the hell they hook up anyway?

She didn't have it easy.

A woman of leisure...

...who was nearly whipped to death

by her master.

And the rev...

...he was the preacher

up at Lone Pine...

...the place of the massacre.

He was forced to watch

his wife and child killed...

...right in front of him.

That night, he lost his faith.

Who could do something like that?

That low-down, dirty Wolverton.

l'm glad Mom can't see us now.

Hey.

We doing all this for Mom,

remember?

Yeah...

...but this gotta be the last one.

We gotta get back home.

All we got is each other,

little brother.

l'm gonna catch some shuteye.

You should do the same.

Lost something?

l'm sure Mara didn't mean anything.

She was just riding you.

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