Nightmare at Noon Page #3

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And you sure as hell ain't Doc Holliday!

- I resent that Sheriff!

All right Alex, I'll take

famous fatalities for 400.

- Long distance every 5 minutes,

follow it up with a phone call.

Now if you get an outside

line, get in touch

with the nearest army base.

Just be calm, tell 'em

exactly what I told you.

They'll send somebody to help.

- Will do.

- Oh, keep yourself locked in here.

- Qkay.

- How you holdin' Suz?

- All right I guess!

- Now you remember everything?

Keep 'em strapped down

tight, plenty of padding,

don't be stingy with that tranquilizer.

- I'll, will do Sheriff!

Good luck!

- All right good luck

to you honey.

That's the last of 'em.

Now barricade yourself

inside with the others.

If anybody shows up that you

don't know, let 'em have it.

Go ahead.

- Must be some kind of a weird experiment.

One guy probably controlling a whole town

with toxic chemicals.

Warfare like that you don't need nukes.

Just a few men and a few major

population centers to activate it.

Jesus Christ a perfect plan.

- How do you cut off a town

from the rest of the world?

It's the United States of

America for Christ sakes.

- Well hell son we're

just a spot on the map.

We don't even get many visitors,

just us, coming and going.

- Reason enough to pick Canyonland.

- But why haven't we seen 'em?

- We will, they'll need to

check the results first hand,

we'll be waiting on 'em.

- We will indeed.

- Sorry...

God...

I love you...

So much.

- Some things man just can't do.

- She's my wife!

- Oh, maybe the effects wear off,

could be all right after all.

Come on.

- Damn!

- NOW?

' No!

We don't know how many are in the van,

and those suits may be bullet proof.

- Well there's only one way to find out.

- No no no no, there's

too much space out here,

we gotta, we gotta pen 'em

in, at the old drive-in.

- Some Sheriff's never change.

- I'll get the cattle started,

you just make sure you're

there at the end of the drive.

- Hold on, his show now, you lead the way.

- Julia see if you can find a switch,

we get some light on those bastards.

You two, when the lights

come on, don't miss!

- Hey hey!

I tell 'ya he's gone nuts!

- Sue him.

' No!

- I'm sorry.

He was a good man.

- He was a good father too.

Why don't you keep it Reilly.

- Whatever you say Sheriff.

- I'm not much of a cop,

I just wanted to be close to my dad.

- What about Canyonland?

- This town doesn't

need a Sheriff anymore,

needs a god damned undertaker.

Listen, uh...

Uh...

- Now you're the law and

order in these parts Reilly.

- What does that make you?

- Just an ordinary citizen,

one who doesn't have to worry about

the legalities of justice.

- Thanks.

I think you just joined the posse.

The way I see it, we can

still track 'em down.

- Private little war?

- I don't need any help.

You can always go back.

- Look man I'm not a

total a**hole, you know?

- No?

- No for a rock and roll

attorney I think I'm doing pretty good.

- You guys want to fight,

save it for the enemy.

- Well give us a hint, huh?

- You're the lawyer, you figure it out.

- Well by process of

elimination I have to say

it could be anybody from the CIA,

testing some new toxic agent,

or the KGB or anybody else using

Canyonland as a Guinea pig.

- The CIA would not be doing

this in their own back yard.

They've got Central America for that.

- The way I see it some

foreign a**holes were

sent here on a mission,

they watch, they count,

and they destroy the evidence,

if they get out, they win.

I think it's time somebody

taught these f***ers a lesson.

- Whoa!

Whoa, whoa...

Whoa, whoa...

Whoa!

Whoa!

Hi ho Silver, come on!

Huh!

Hey Reilly, my ass is killing me.

- You take the side, you take the back

I'll take the front.

- All right.

- Don't panic and

start shooting till you get my signal.

- All right.

- Let's go.

NQVV!

Pretty impressive setup.

- Great air conditioning.

- American technology.

- Looks like they thought of everything.

- Yeah, even their getaway.

- What do you mean?

- They left everything here.

Must be some kind of airlift.

- Well why would they leave all this stuff

behind when they know

somebody's gonna find...

Oh sh*t!

- Let's go!

Come on.

Come on!

Hello!

- Which way now Kimosabe?

- Don't know, horses don't

leave tracks on these rocks.

- Yeah I got a good idea--

- Just drop her, down!

Cover me!

- A Man's got to do

what a man's got to do!

Reilly!

I'm hit!

Ow...

- Whoa!

How bad is it?

- Don't know, you could die maybe.

- Ah, that's such a, I

knew it, damn I knew it!

- In about 50 to 60 years.

- F*** you!

Fine.

- You'll have to stay with him

he's lost a lot of blood.

- I didn't come all this way to play

nursemaid to a tenderfoot.

- Force yourself.

- No, I'm coming with you.

- How do you know I'm

just not gonna ride off

in the wrong direction,

maybe by accident, maybe not?

- Because guys like you

don't give up Reilly.

- This isn't a woman's

fight, if you want revenge,

let me do it for you.

- Why?

- Call it a death wish.

You're a hell of a

guy Reilly.

- Don't bet on it.

- I do.

My life in fact.

- Christ sakes spare me!

Oh, damn...

- Better get the counselor

there in some shade

if he don't bleed to

death he'll probably fry.

- Good luck.

- Whoa, whoa...

One at a time huh?

Got a problem?

- US Army patrol

helicopter , over.

- Sheriff Hanks asked me to say hello.

Enough to drive a whole town crazy.

Imagine what it can do to one man.

You get any time off in

Hell, come see us again.

- Goodbye f***er.

- Hitching again?

- Heh, women cops scare

the hell out of me.

- I'm not one anymore, remember?

- Just kidding.

- I was hoping you'd stay.

- I'm not the kind to stay

very long in one place.

- Guess some things never change, huh?

- Some.

Not others.

- Give it up Reilly.

Vigilantes die or go to jail.

Vendettas are old-fashioned.

- So am I.

- Oh for Christ sakes what

is this, Days of Our Lives?

So you want a ride or what?

- I thought you were going the other way?

- Well, I guess you

thought wrong smart ass.

What's it gonna be?

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