Brothers in Arms Page #3

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But l ain't a horse.

No, not, of course.

A Midsummer Nights Dream.

Lovers and madmen

have such seething brains.

That's Mr. William Shakespeare.

Shakespeare's dreams.

l got nightmares too.

Except they're with me

when l wake up.

This town, Corazn...

...think it's gonna be one of them.

The big score,

the chance to cash out.

l just wanna get out

of this life alive.

No. They're headed back

to Corazn.

lt may be a shithole, but it's the only

shithole between here and the border.

l got a feeling they got business there.

Come on! Come on!

Nobody move!

Touch it, and you got two choices:

die slow or die slower.

l don't wanna die. l don't.

You move, l slice your throat.

You smarter than you look.

Let's move it!

What is the meaning of this?

-Ain't you ever been robbed before?

-l have not.

Little brother,

we got us here a virgin.

Congratulations,

you just got your cherry popped.

Now move it!

Merciful is the Lord.

Cooperate, and no one gets hurt.

Come on, come on.

Back the f*** up.

Come on, open it up!

Don't rush me.

l can't get it in the hole.

-Man, open the door.

-We ain't asking.

-We're rich.

-Hurry up!

Come get this money, y'all!

Jackpot!

Turn around!

Now, if anybody peeps,

l'm gonna blow your heads off.

Come on!

What the hell is this?

-Get down!

-Come on. Back in the bank!

-Cover for me!

-Let's go, let's go. Back in the bank!

Back inside!

Get everyone.

Damn. Where they come from?

They came a lot earlier

than we thought they would.

-No sh*t.

-Relax. We're gonna get out.

-How?

-Linc, how?

-You, come here.

-Me? But--

Shut up, l ain't got time.

Where's the back exit?

There isn't one.

What about the motherfucking

back window?

From the looks of things,

they thought of that too.

You, come here.

Linc, did we f*** up?

No.

l f***ed up.

l guess we stay down.

Just don't hurt us.

l say we blast our way out.

Hey, as hot as you are, missy,

you shouldn't be working that there.

Look, we got hostages.

Why don't we use them as shields.

Hold on.

We're not using the hostages.

-Why not?

-Because they're innocent, that's why.

No one is innocent.

-l'm getting the f*** out of here.

-Mara, wait.

The longer we stay in here,

the more men they get out there.

What we gonna do?

l need a drink.

-We're gonna go with Mara's idea.

-About?

-We gotta use the hostages.

-Linc.

We have no choice.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Get in there!

Come on, move it! Move it!

Move it!

Wait.

You hear that?

l don't hear nothing.

They just realized we got hostages.

They're waiting for our next move.

They're never gonna talk to us.

l don't trust Mara

with all this hostage sh*t.

Don't worry about her. l got that.

Remember what Mom used to tell

us when we were kids?

Yeah.

The only way you don't get into

the Lord's gates...

...is when you harm the innocent.

l think l wanna go to heaven

someday.

Yeah.

Hope it's not too soon.

Sheriff...

...you better end this quick, or l will.

Lincoln Malone.

l think they wish to talk.

Lincoln Malone.

Why is she only asking for you?

-l'm going out.

-Linc.

What's going on?

l know her.

All right. We can get her

out in the open...

-...and then plug her full of bullets.

-Anybody shoot her, they die.

We're on the same team here,

remember?

Linc, go handle your business.

We'll cover you.

-You sure about this, sheriff?

-Yep, l'll be okay.

How you know that?

l just do.

Nobody shoot, okay? Got it?

-Make sure of it.

-All right, but l still...

...don't think it's a good idea.

Hola, Lincoln.

l never stopped loving you...

...even when you chose

my best friend over me.

All those stories

l heard about you...

...are they true?

That's not the man l knew.

The man you knew

died a long time ago.

Come in with me.

lt's the best way.

To what, a pine box?

Hangman's rope?

Not even you could stop this.

Damn. Why did you

come back here?

Those criminals killed my son...

...and now they've got my money.

And my bounty.

What are we gonna do?

Go in there and flush them out

like the weasels they are.

Wolverton...

...gather the men.

You know this is gonna

end bad, right?

And l thought l was lucky.

Not lucky, just good.

Who fired that shot?

lt wasn't us, sheriff.

l mean, honest.

lt must have came from the back.

We need to talk.

-Mr. Driscoll--

-Now.

What you think they doing

out there?

Fortifying their position.

Making preparations

for the final assault.

How you know?

Because...

...that's what l would do.

Hey.

-Where you going?

-l've been appointed...

...to speak for the group.

-How come?

-l'm the mayor's wife.

ls that so?

l'm a little claustrophobic.

Can we come out?

Yeah, come out.

Thank you.

A queen for a queen.

Shut this kid up...

...or else l'll shut him up for good.

l hate little kids.

You are a man of the cloth.

How could you be a part of this?

We're gonna let the hostages go.

You wanna do what?

Look, they're a handful.

We got a couple of women,

a child, an old man.

They'll slow us down,

maybe get us killed.

No, no. No way.

They're the only things that

stand between us and them.

-We just keep the most valuable one.

-Which one?

Her.

Why her?

She's the mayor's wife.

Why is one better than a bunch?

The queen is always more valuable

than a bunch of jokers.

There must be some mistake.

Why don't you keep

the bank manager and his wife.

lf you let me go, l guarantee that

my husband will let you all go free.

That's why you're gonna stay.

For Mom.

For Mom.

-l don't like this.

-You don't like anything.

l don't like the way

you been running things.

-You think you could do better?

-Yeah.

What the hell is your problem?

What are you doing?

l'm getting the hell out of here!

Mara.

You coming or not?

Are you coming or what?

There's no need to harm

an innocent boy.

-This kid is our ticket out.

-You can't go out there.

-They'll kill you both.

-Shut the hell up!

And mind your own business.

l can't let you do this.

Then you're gonna

have to shoot me.

Can you do that?

She could not escape her destiny.

Destiny's a b*tch.

Linc!

Kansas. Kansas.

Just hold on, mister.

My apologies, Lorelie.

l guess l ain't that lucky.

What the hell do you all think

you're doing?

You think this is some kind

of noble act?

This is tragic.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get them out of here.

They're becoming a problem.

Okay, they all go.

But the mayor's wife, she stays.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah, l know.

Come on, get out of here.

Get out of here!

Get out of here! Come on!

No. You. You stay.

Don't shoot!

We're letting some

of the hostages go.

What are you doing?

The only thing left to do.

-Run, Linc!

-Fire.

Rosa.

Don't die.

Someone get the caretaker.

Sorry, boys.

Looks like there's a new sheriff

in town.

Don't spend it all in one place.

We got the mayor's wife.

We get safe passage out...

...we'll let her go.

Okay.

Agreed.

Get ready.

What are you doing?

What needs to be done.

You, let's go.

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