Dead Men Page #2

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why I'm here.

Been kind of a dry spell.

I figured the last batch

I gave you

would've lasted longer.

I see you pissed it

all away again

on whiskey and whores.

You know, I like you, Jake.

You're colorful.

You come here and you put

your feet up on my desk,

and you make yourself at home

with nothing more to offer me

than, "I want more money."

You know, I pride myself

on being a good

judge of character,

so I ask myself,

"Why would he do that

when he knows that I'd cut

his throat from ear to ear

without a second thought?"

[muffled groan]

That's exactly what

you want, isn't it Jake?

You want me to kill you

and end your miserable life

because you don't have

the balls to do it yourself.

You see?

I like cowards, Jake.

They're predictable.

You're predictable.

[soft chuckle]

[grunting, groaning]

[Cole]

Now look at me.

You come back to me again,

and you won't

walk out of here.

You understand me?

[coughing]

- Get up!

- [groans]

Hell, Cole,

maybe I'll go buy a gold mine

and become a millionaire

just like you.

And maybe the people

of this town

need to find out

who you really are,

Mr. Blackwood,

brother of

a wanted murderer.

You won't be able to

take a piss in this town,

let alone buy another drink.

So you enjoy it

while you can.

Get him the hell

out of here.

[man 1]

Whoa, whoa!

[man 2]

Watch it! Watch it!

[man whistles]

That son of a b*tch just

doesn't get it, does he?

Want me to kill him?

No. Not yet.

While his brother's still out

there, he can be of use to us.

[man]

Thank you very much.

I'm glad

we had this talk.

But just so

you understand,

you have until the winter

to make this decision.

[man shouting]

[men chanting

in foreign language]

Whoo!

[Western music playing]

Hyah!

[man]

What's the problem?

[Vance]

Name's Vance Edison.

I was hired by a man

named Cole Roberts

from Jackson Ridge to

reclaim this here mine.

He rightfully owns it now.

[man] This land belongs

to the Struthers family!

[Vance] I don't think

you're understanding me.

- [man] You son of a b*tch!

- I'll give you ten seconds

to gather your things and

start saddling your horses.

Maybe we should go see

the sheriff now.

We ain't going nowhere

till this son of a b*tch

gets off my land!

[bird screeching]

You're a hard man to catch,

Jesse Struthers.

[Virgil]

Jesse!

[gunfire, Vance grunts]

[horse whinnies]

[horse galloping]

[sputtering]

[grunting, panting]

[grunts]

[pounding on door]

[panting]

What do you want?

Help me. Please.

Martha!

Martha!

Fetch me some hot water

and bring me my tools.

Now, damn it!

All we've got's

some moonshine.

I'll tell you the truth,

I'm a little

liquored up myself.

Here. Have some of this.

It'll help with the pain.

[sputters]

[grunts]

Don't waste it.

That's good moonshine.

[yells]

Kills the germs.

I ought to tell you, it's been

awhile since I practiced.

Get on with it.

[slicing, groaning]

Get in there!

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[chuckles]

I got it.

Shh.

What of your eye?

Buzzards.

Must've been real hungry.

I could stitch it,

but it's gonna hurt some.

[grunts]

[slicing, yelling]

[bellows]

[men grunting]

Each Friday, we take

a week's worth of gold

and deliver it to the assay

office for a favorable return.

From there, my men

split the money two ways,

and escort your share to you

and mine back to me.

I'm certainly amazed at

the loyalty of your men, Cole.

I just can't fathom it.

[chuckles]

It's not loyalty.

You see that?

That man was heard

entertaining the idea

of pinching

a little for himself.

My foreman caught wind

of it and nipped it.

If all is as you say it is,

this could take

our relationship

to a whole new level.

Glad to hear it.

Well, I must be going.

I have a meeting

with my constituents

Sir...

[whispers indistinctly]

Yes.

[clears throat]

Do you know a man

by the name of Eli Thomas?

Can't say that I do.

Eli has this ridiculous notion

of running against me

for governor.

What do you want me

to do about it?

Well, I was hoping

you could, uh, make him...

rethink the idea.

I'll take care of it.

But I need you to do

something for me first.

What?

I need you to vouch for me.

For what?

Mayor of Jackson Ridge.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

We can do business

together privately,

but do not think

for a second

that my reputation

can be bought.

This town deserves

better than you.

[horse whinnies, gallops]

[grunting softly]

It's good to see

you awake, stranger.

We didn't know if you were

gonna make it or not.

How long was I out for?

Day or two.

[panting, groaning]

Oh, you know,

sorry about this.

We just couldn't risk

you ripping out them stitches

and losing any more blood.

Oh.

You know?

I...

[panting]

I need a mirror.

You best wait awhile

'til the swelling settles.

I want to see it now.

[grunts]

[gasping]

What the hell

did you do to my face?

That's the best I could do

under the circumstances.

You're lucky to be alive.

No...

...you are.

[gasps]

Thank you for

meeting with us.

[translating]

Well, I don't know how

you deal with this heat.

I'm from back east myself.

It's always

a little bit cooler.

All the time

I've spent out here,

I've never been able to

get used to this climate.

[speaking native language]

He say, "What you want?"

I have orders

to clear this land.

Now, there are two ways

we can go about that.

The first is to relocate you

to someplace suitable

and give you

a large sum of money.

Now, that's the way

I'd like to do it.

The alternative is to forcibly

remove you from this land

and give you nothing.

Now, I don't want to

have to do that,

but if you give me

no choice...

I'll leave it up to you.

[man translating]

Where the hell do you

think you're going?

First platoon, post!

[shouting]

[echoing shouts]

[echoing shouts]

[wagon approaching]

Eli Thomas?

Can I help you?

Got a message for you.

That you should withdraw

from running for governor.

[chuckles]

Is that so?

So.

Get out of my way.

Accidents can happen, Eli.

Who the hell

do you think you are?

You gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

I ain't afraid of you.

And I sure as hell

ain't afraid

of that Donald Deets.

He comes down here

in his fancy suits

trying to scare me off.

My family's been

on this land far too long

to be intimidated

by the likes of you.

You tell your boss

that I ain't running,

seeing that he's bribed off

every last one of my investors.

But if I had the money,

oh, I would run

and I would win.

He can be sure of that.

Hyah!

Hyah!

[piano playing]

[man talks indistinctly,

woman giggling]

[woman gasps]

There ain't no free pokes.

There ain't no free gropes.

There ain't no free

nothing in my saloon.

You want to taste this,

you pay Eddie

and you take it upstairs.

Yes, ma'am.

Ah, my English rose.

You are the best part

of my week.

[knocking on door]

[English accent]

You've got the wrong room.

[door opens]

Did you hear me?

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