Emperor of the North Page #6

- He is your savior.

Jesus hears you.

Confess, sinner.

Are you resolved to devote your life

to Christ and his work?

The Lord is my tabernacle.

And his ship is filled with gold.

Well, set sail for the pearly gates.

Hallelujah, brother.

- Hallelujah.

[Man Shouting] Reverend. Reverend.

Reverend.

Some son of a b*tch stole our clothes.

[Excited Chattering]...

...[Reverend] After him.

After him. Catch him.

[Gasps]

Don't let him get away.

Find the thief.

After him.

All right.

Now you listening?

Are you listening?

- Yeah, I'm listening.

You tighten your belt, turn up your collar,

do everything you're told...

...you can be Emperor of the North Pole.

You don't,

then you are out, O-U-T.

Emperors know a lot, huh?

- They know plenty, kid.

A-#1 knows more.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

It was like that all the way.

He was crazy thinkin' he could take us.

Thank you, Cracker.

- Sh*t.

Goin' up against the Shack

is like goin' up against Dempsey.

He was lucky the Shack let him live.

Jesus Christ. On the tower.

On the tower.

[Excited Chattering]...

...[Chattering Continues]...

...[Man] Takes a lot of guts, I'll tell ya.

[Man] He must be some bo, that A-#1.

He goes all the way to Portland,

he makes history.

Okay, I'm givin' odds on the bo.

Eight-to-five, A-#1 makes it.

[Chattering Continues]...

...[Man] You're on. Ten bucks.

[Chattering Continues]...

...[Blows]...

...6:
40.

6:
40.

I suppose you wanna highball.

No, I don't wanna highball.

Regular speed.

[Whistle Blowing]...

...[Chugging]...

...[Train Whistle Blowing]

Ain't we gonna highball?

No, we ain't gonna highball.

Just regular speed.

Oh.

Just look like you're searchin' the train.

Look like you're searchin' the train.

Do you understand?

Sure. Search the train.

Well, move it.

[Crossing Bells Ringing]...

...[Muttering]

Aha.

[Chuckles]...

...[Clattering]...

...[Clattering Continues]

Ah. Hey.

[Grunts]

- [Yelps]...

...[Grunts] Grab the rope.

[Thudding Against Flesh]

- Well, grab it.

[Thudding Continues]...

...[A-#1 Yells]

- [Brakes Screeching]...

...[Grunting]...

...[Screaming]...

...[Screaming Continues]...

...[Sighs]...

...[Groans, Panting]

Cracker.

Cracker.

[Indistinct Shout]

Goddamn you,

you Cracker, son of a b*tch.

You stupid idiot.

When I tell you to do-

Useless bastard.

Wait a minute. I'll get some oil.

- [Groaning]...

...[Stoker Wailing]

- Wait a minute, Coaly.

Easy now. Easy.

[Wailing Continues]

- Easy, Coaly. Easy. Easy.

[Grunting] Damn.

[Groans]

What's the matter?

You look broke up to me.

I can fight like a house afire.

I'm ready.

Ya are broke up bad.

You're quittin'.

Drag your ass back to the Jesus shouters.

Tell 'em they got a stew bum for the choir.

This bo's headin' out.

He's on his way.

And that ain't just to look around either.

I'm gonna parade.

High mucky-muck of everything.

Tramp royale.

Emperor of the North Pole.

Slashing left and right with my razor.

Puttin' my fist into more faces

than you can figure.

Till they so damn played out,

they surrender to me...

...unconditionally, on the spot.

There'll be some stories

about me 'fore I'm through.

Ain't a jungle I walk into

where they won't know my name.

I'll have kings and queens

and royal flushes...

...and I'll be chief of all.

And nothing's gonna be too good

for this big fella.

There's gonna be some bust-in heads.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm talkin' straight.

You better listen.

I ain't stickin' with you anymore.

You ain't good for bummin'.

You ain't mean enough for it.

You can't handle this Shack.

Get off his road.

[Wailing]

Easy. Easy. Easy.

[Wailing Continues]

- Easy now, Coaly. I know it hurts.

Oh, God, it hurts.

It hurts.

[Groans]

Get your ass over here.

Now you get us the hell outta here.

[Groaning Continues]

- Now.

[Stoker] Oh. Help. Oh.

[Train Chugging]...

...[Stoker Continues Groaning]

You son of a-...

...[Chuckles]...

...[Growls]

You bastard.

[Shack] Got yourself a game leg, huh, kid?

You should've jumped off.

That would have been

the smart thing to do.

[Laughs] You should've jumped, kid.

I gotta hand it to you, kid.

Yes, sir.

You played both sides against the middle.

Had yourself a high old time while it lasted.

[Laughing]

Yeah, but now it's lasted long enough.

Oh, you can keep runnin', kid,

but you're runnin' out of train.

[Laughs] And there's no place to hide.

My brakey's cracked his neck,

the hide's peelin' off the black...

...and the Hogger's ready for the loony bin.

And all because of you.

[Chuckles]

That's a pretty fair day's work

for a tenderfoot.

[Laughs]

But now I'm gonna show you what happens...

...to people who ride on

my train without a ticket.

[Laughs]

Too bad you didn't get me too, kid.

Too bad you didn't let that pin bust you up

instead of me.

'Cause now I'm gonna spread your ass

all over these tracks like manure.

Shack.

Your fight's over here.

[Grunts]...

...[Groaning]...

...[Screaming]...

...[Grunts]...

...[Grunts]...

...[Grunts]

- Jesus.

[Snickers]

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

[Snickers]...

...[Screams, Groans]...

...[Both Grunting]...

...[Grunting Continues]...

...[Mutters]...

...[Gurgles, Exhales]

Don't belly up on me, bo.

You promised me a fight.

[Laughs]

Ghost story, huh?

[Laughs]

Smart-ass.

[Screams]

Pick it- Pick it up.

[Shack Laughs]...

...[Grunting Continues]...

...[Shack Screams]...

...[Grunting Continues]...

...[Groans]

- [Panting]...

...[Laughing]

You wanna play?

You wanna play, huh, bo?

[Laughing] Come on.

[Whistle Blowing]

- Smart-ass.

[Laughing]

- [Grunting]

Hey.

Oh, no, you don't, Shack.

Like you said, I promised you a fight.

Now, get your ass up here...

...you dirty, miserable,

no-good son of a b*tch.

[Grunts]...

Oh, damn.

- [Shack Screaming]...

...[Groaning]...

...[Grunts]...

...[Screams]...

Hey, bo.

- [Panting]...

...[Shack In Distance]

You ain't seen the last of me.

You ain't seen the last of me.

[Laughing]

Yes, sir. Gee whiz.

Me and you,

if we ain't the team.

Well-Well, we can go to prison

and free the cons.

We can capture Mexico.

We can do in Rome as the dagos do.

Knockin' down everything we see,

all stuck on ourselves.

[Laughing] Cigaret and A-#1.

[Laughing Continues] Yes, sir.

Kid, you got no class.

[Screams]

Stick to barns, kid.

Run like the devil.

Get a tin can and take up moochin'.

Tackle back doors for a nickel.

Tell 'em your story.

Make 'em weep.

You could've been a meat eater, kid.

But you didn't listen to me

when I laid it down.

Stay off the tracks.

Forget it.

It's a bum's world for a bum.

You'll never be

Emperor of the North Pole, kid.

You had the juice, kid,

but not the heart.

And they both go together.

You're all gab and no feel.

And nobody can teach you that.

Not even A-#1.

So stay off the train.

She'll throw you under for sure.

Remember me for that.

So long, kid.

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