Dead Men Page #6

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- I suppose so.

Mr. Deets,

you got yourself a deal.

Fine.

Now prove it.

[knocks]

[rustling,

bell on door jingles]

You're early!

[man]

I know. Open up.

[knocks on door]

Dear God.

I said you were early.

[grunts]

[door slams]

What do you want?

Do you know

who I work for?

I don't think he

believes you're serious.

[Jake]

Really?

How about now?

I...

[wheezes]

I think you're making

a terrible mistake.

[chuckles]

Yeah?

It wouldn't be

the first time.

All right,

let's have it your way.

- No!

- [gun clicks]

I believe that last one

convinced him.

All right then.

[grunts]

Now, in a few minutes,

there are gonna be three men

that are gonna come

through that door.

And when they do,

it's business as usual,

do you understand?

And there's been

a slight change of plans.

Change of address.

I want you to tell them

to send the money there.

They won't listen to me.

[knocking on door,

bell on door jingles]

Sh*t. Go hide over there.

[man]

Hello?

Unlock the door.

- Don't be a hero.

- Hey, open up!

If you tip them off,

my friend over there

will shoot you in the back.

- [man] Open this door!

- What are you doing?

Making sure you do your job.

[man]

Open this door right now!

[pounding on door]

If you don't open

this goddamn door,

- I'm coming.

- I'll break it down right now!

- I'm coming.

- Open this godda...

What took so damn long?

I'm sorry, I was

distracted with work.

Check and see if there's

anyone else in here.

There's no one

else in here.

Can we dispense

with the paranoia

and conduct business?

All right.

Let's conduct some

business then.

Two pounds and 11 ounces.

Exactly as I expected.

- Let's go.

- [grunts]

Oh, uh, before I forget,

uh, Cole sent me a telegram

with a new address

for where you were to

drop off the money at.

What the hell

you talking about?

He never said nothing about

no change in address.

Yeah, well, that's why

he sent the telegram.

Give me that address.

Well, the pleasure

was all mine.

They're gone. Let's go.

You're sure there were

two sets of tracks?

Yes, sir.

One of them shot

Steve Aguilar in the head.

Buried him out there.

I bet it was Jake.

I should've killed that little

sh*t when I had a chance.

Why would they

go after the money?

They're trying to lure me out.

Lure you out for what, Cole?

I don't know.

They're planning something

with that money.

But what?

You sure this is

the right place?

Yeah?

Mister... Thomas?

Yeah.

I have a package

for you.

Wasn't expecting it so soon.

Well, this money

is for Mr. Deets, right?

Son, this is all

for Mr. Deets.

Make sure you tell

our friend thank you.

Very much.

How's that for partnership?

You'll have your land back

before the end of the week.

[weakly]

Help me.

Help me.

Please.

Help me, please!

[gasps]

[horse whinnying,

people chattering]

[speaking native language]

[Jake] The look on Ed's

face when I told him

that there weren't

any bullets in the chamber.

[laughs] He...

He peed his pants,

did he not?

[laughs]

Yeah, he did.

He did, Jesse.

He peed himself.

I wish you could've seen

the look on Deets' face

when he found out

he'd been betrayed.

He nearly popped

a blood vessel in his head.

[rumbling in distance]

[horse whinnies]

Whoa, easy now.

What the hell is that?

[animals hooting

and chittering]

Time to draw, gentlemen.

[guns cocking]

[grunts]

[horse neighs, Jake grunts]

[Jake]

Jesse!

[Jesse groaning]

Jesse?

Jesse! Jesse! You okay?

Yeah, yeah,

it's just a graze.

Where's my pistol?

Where's my goddamn pistol?

[Jake]

No!

[grunts]

What the hell was that?

[whimpering]

- He needs a doctor.

- [groans]

Jesse, he's after you, not us.

You have to go!

You have to go, now!

[grunting]

[horse neighs in distance]

[galloping]

[panting, groaning]

[sniffing]

Hyah!

- [grunting]

- [sizzling]

[panting, whimpering]

[fire crackling]

[sniffing]

Jesse Struthers!

I know you're here!

I can smell

your burning flesh.

Mister, I don't know

who the hell you are!

Don't matter!

You stole my goddamn mare.

I'm gonna bury you

alive for that.

I enjoyed killing your father.

The look on his face

was worth it.

Ha!

Hyah!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[chanting

in native language]

[chanting continues]

[cries]

[Cole]

Kill him.

Am I dreaming?

I am so proud of you, my son.

But it's time to get up.

It's time to finish

what you have started.

Water.

It's not your time.

It's time to go.

Remember,

I will always be with you.

[grunts]

[gunshot, bullet ricochets]

Sh*t.

Hey, Vance!

It's me, Billy Walters!

Cole sent me here to help you.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hit...

hit you.

It was an accident.

[gunshot]

Goddamn it! Oh!

Oh!

Vance...

[coughs] Vance.

I didn't mean

to shoot you.

You got to believe me.

I meant to hit Struthers.

Well, you didn't.

[weakly]

Mama?

[angrily]

Who is it?

[Sissy]

It's me! Sissy!

What the hell

is going on here?

Please, I need your help.

No, Sissy, you tell me

what is going on here.

He's gonna die unless

we do something!

I'll get the doctor.

I'll boil water

for the doctor.

Don't you die on me,

Jacob Struthers.

I can't live my life

without you.

I don't want to.

He's fine.

A few more hours,

there wouldn't have been

nothing I could've done.

Can I see him now?

I don't think

that's a good idea.

But I can tell

that's not gonna

stop you,

so make it quick.

He's very tired.

[labored breathing]

- [shudders]

- Shh!

Don't say a word.

[sniffs]

It wasn't supposed

to be like this.

I was finished with you.

I...

What did you say?

I love you.

[chuckles weakly]

[sniffling]

I love you, too.

Jesse?

We don't know where he is.

[sniffs]

He's a survivor.

He'll be fine.

[man shouts

in native language]

[speaking native language]

[country folk music

playing in distance]

[laughter, chattering]

[muttering]

What the hell is that?

What the hell is that?

Is that who

that looks like?

Yeah, that's

Jesse Struthers.

- I'll be goddamned.

- Let's get him up.

[grunting]

Goddamn, he's a heavy

son of a b*tch.

Get his ass

to the sheriff.

Yep.

Get him up.

Look what just showed up.

Go get Doc Stevens.

You hang in there.

I know what's

been going on.

I'm on your side.

[knocking on door]

I thought you'd like to know

they found Jesse.

He's all right,

he's with the doc now.

Oh. Wonderful news.

Where are you going?

I have some business

to take care of.

I'll be back shortly.

[door closes]

[distant chattering]

Howdy, Marshall.

Release the prisoner.

I'd be happy to.

But on whose authority?

On mine.

I'm arresting

Cole Roberts

on three counts

of murder,

larceny and an attempt

to defraud the state.

So I suggest you take these men

and you go arrest him now

before he slips through

your fingers, Sheriff.

Yes, sir.

Come with me.

Cole Roberts?

You're under arrest.

Come on out with

your hands up.

I'm out here with

three U.S. Marshalls.

If you do not come on out,

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