His Kind of Woman Page #9

- How far away is that boat?

- Be alongside in a few minutes.

- What are you gonna do with him after?

- Throw him overboard on the other side.

You've gotta weight him first

or he'll float.

Captain, that boat's almost alongside.

What do we do, open fire?

No, that would really start trouble.

Better go have a look.

Why don't you let me give him the injection.

It will only take a second.

How fast does that drug work?

He will be unconscious immediately.

And when he comes to,

he won't remember a thing.

Nothing.

His brain will be gone completely.

Are you positive

there's no chance of failure?

Absolutely positive.

Go ahead.

Falter not. Put your backs into it. Row.

Why don't you tell them

to turn off that light.

I have yet to shun

the welcome glare of a spotlight...

...or run away from applause.

Applause? I am thinking of bullets.

We can see nothing,

but they can shoot us whenever they like.

- Only pigs wait for slaughter.

- Who are you calling a pig?

Apologize.

Very well, Senor Cardigan,

you are not a pig.

You are what a pig becomes.

It is sometimes eaten

between two pieces of bread.

- Tell them to shut that light off.

- Very well, my craven friends.

Ahoy, the yacht!

Turn off that spotlight!

Keep that beam on them.

Since you are such a marksman,

why don't you shoot it out.

For once, you make sense.

Hand me my trusty rifle.

Hold still, everyone.

Not a sound. You can praise me later.

Right in the crosshairs.

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

I'll attend to you later.

Hey, steady, you fools!

Ship your oars and hold still!

Aboard that boat, identify yourself.

Hold his wrist to distend the vein

so I can find it.

Hurry up.

You in that boat,

keep your distance.

You're a perfect target

under those lights.

Kill the lights, all of them.

What happened to the lights?

I can finish this if you'll find me

a light, a match, anything.

I think there's some in the bar.

Hold him still.

If I can feel the vein,

I won't need a light.

I can see his arm from here. Hurry up.

There. I have got it now.

Doctor.

If you pull that ladder up any further,

I'm gonna be forced to kill you.

You can't board my ship

without a search warrant.

I'm coming aboard.

If you shoot me,

you'll have some explaining to do...

...to the federal Mexican police...

...and also the United States.

I must rid all the seas of pirates.

Look out!

Death hath not struck

so fat a deer today.

Come on, come on,

let's get this thing in the water.

All right, you riffraff!

Reach for the heavens.

Come on.

Don't move.

Stand still, all of you.

Hold it, Ferraro.

Drop it.

This place is dangerous,

the time right deadly.

The drinks are on me, my bucko.

- Mark, will you please sit down.

- All right, my dear.

Weren't you terribly outnumbered

on that boat, Mr. Cardigan?

Who counts the odds when duty calls?

And 5-1, if you insist on figures.

The resistance was heavy, naturally.

And it's possible a less determined man

would've turned back.

But there was never any doubt

of the outcome once I took charge.

Mr. Cardigan, what did you use

to kill Ferraro?

Well, I...

A man named Milner.

Did you run out of money?

Fresh out.

That's why I'm pressing my pants.

What's the champagne for?

This could be that big occasion.

Hey, why not?

You turned out to be quite a hero.

They tell me you killed Ferraro.

How did it feel?

He didn't say.

Here, let me do that.

You better stick to money.

Before you drink that, I've got a few things

I wanna say about myself.

I'll say one thing for you,

you never talk about other people.

My grandfather was never

a Boston millionaire.

He's been a barber for 40 years.

And still not a millionaire?

What about Cardigan?

I never was in love with Mark Cardigan.

Do you suppose you could be in love

with anything besides money?

I might. How about you?

You know, you could be a handy thing to

have around the house if a man went broke.

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