Rango Page #2

I..I'm...I'm still workin' on it.

Uh...so, what's your name?

Beans.

- That's a funny kind of name.

What can I say, my daddy

plum loved baked beans.

Well, you're lucky

he didn't plum love asparagus.

What...what are you sayin'? - I mean,

I...I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself,

but I'm not sure that the child uh...

would appreciate the moniker.

My daddy was a fine man. Even if he

did exibit proclivity for lagoons ...- Hm, spicey.

You're eating his ashes!

- Uh. You carry his remains?

No! His ashes. He loved to smoke.

They never found the body.

Oh! Well, I'm sure he had his reasons.

What are you implyin'?

- Nothing. I...

Oh! Well,

I'm sure he had his reasons.

My daddy was never near that mine shaft.

He'd been sober for over a month.

And for you to insinuate that he would

abandon his parental responsibilities

at a delicate time in my personal

development is an up front to my

Miss Beans?

Miss Beans?

Hello?

Hee-lo?

...and I'm telling to people that "Adndromeda 5"

will return safe and sound

and I will not sell my ranch!

What? - What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

What am I doing?

- You... were cuddling me.

We... well went frozen.

- No I didn't ...

Yes. You stopped talking.

- That's defence mechanism.

Actually lots of people have it.

- Now you've made that up!

So, you're gonna die out here

or you wanna a ride into town?

No! No!. No! Uh... Yeah! No!

Yeas please! Thank you.

Today's Wednesday. - Wednesday?

- When we all get to it. So who are you really?

Well, I'm a man of many epithets.

There's my stage name, my pen name,

my avatar. Had a pseudonym once, but had to ...

And so the stranger

seeking companionship

finds a woman. Much like

the sirens of the ancient times

luring him to his certain demise.

...and I'm actually of the few men

with the maiden name!

Whow! Here we are.

Oh, oh, right. Well, I sure do appreciate it,

Miss Beans, and if there's anything I could...

See ya,

Beans.

WELCOME TO "DIRT"

- wanna 2001 -

Your're leaving us, Jim?

- Well, we gave it up on that shop.

Gotta sell it. Can't roll

no crowd for I got no water.

Bye!

What is it?

What was that for?

- You're funny looking.

Well, you're funny looking too!

- That's a funny looking shirt!

That's a funny looking dress!

- You got funny looking eyes!

You gotta funny looking face!

You're a stranger.

Strangers don't last long here.

Here's your beans, Beans. - I'm

gonna need some more feed, too, Willie.

Well you almost got three corts already.

I can't give you no more credits.

But I have what I owe you

at noon.

You don't understand. It's Mr. Merrymack

from the bank, he cut off all credits.

Hey, Beans?

You know that there fella?

- Beans? Miss Beans?

Nope. - Hey, Beans...

Hey...

Oh. Right! Blend in!

I'd like a... glass of water?

He wants a glass of water!

Make it a double!

- Give him two!

Cactus juice.

That's all we got.

Hey, Fruitcup? You are

a long way from home, ain't ya?

Who exactly are you?

Who am I?

I could be anyone.

HECHO IN:
DURANGO

What's the matter? Your miss

your mamma's mangos?

As a matter of fact, I am.

But not as much as your

daddy's cooking!

Exactly... where did you say

you were from?

Me? I'm from the West.

Out there, beyond the horizon.

Pass the sunset.

The Far west...

Yea, that's right hombres.

The place I come from, we kill a man

before breakfast, just to work up an appetite.

We salt him and we pepper him,

we braise him clarified butter

and then we eat him.

You eat him?

- That's what I said!

Hell, I've seen things make a grown man

lose control of his glandular function.

You spend three days in a horse

carcass, livin' off you own juices.

It'll change a man!

Oh, yes.

Have a few extra aces in this deck, yea?

Just the way I like it.

So no, my hair shootin' rodent little friend,

I am not from around these parts.

You might say I'm from everywhere

there's trouble brewin'

and hell waiting to be raised.

You might say I'm

what hell's already raised up!

Name's...

Rango.

Are you that fella that

killed them Jenkins brothers?

Aha, killed them with one bullet.

Don't get no deader.

All seven of 'em?

That's right.

All sven of them.

Exactly how did you do that,

Mr. Rango?

Y'know I'm glad you asked me that.

And... I would be happy to tell you!

But you all gotta have to

listen up,

because this is where it gets...

complicated.

I'm about to close the account, Mrs. Goats -

two go to the swig.

Hands off, Mordekao, that's what

swept off your college education!

I don't have any other choice, Beans.

Times being so hard, we...

we just can't give no more credit.

But this here is a bank!

This is where you keep the water.

Keep the wate..

Beans, you've been like a niece to me.

Ever since your daddy...

did NOT fall drunk down a mine shaft.

And uh...I've...

I've tried to protect you and others

from certain realities.

Oh...the weight of them realities...

- G. Merrymack?

G. Merrymack?

Are you all right?

Beans, I need to

sh...show you something.

That's all that's left?

- And this here is the reserve!

I don't know if you've noticed, but folks just

ain't makin' deposits on a Wednesday no more.

If I don't get some water

I'm gonna lose my ranch,

and you're tellin' me that's all

that's left in the whole tank!

Now, that just don't make no sense.

Now, listen. Someone is

dumpin' water in the desert.

I've seen it with my own eyes!

Water in the desert! Was this durin'

one of your...special times?

No! - Well, we can all dream.

But this is the reality.

Why do you think so many people

are sellin' out? They just can't make it.

Well...I...what am I supposed to do?

Well, I suppose we could talk to the Mayor.

I hear he's been helpin'

people out in this time of crisis.

The Mayor?

- He may be...our only hope.

...bullet hits the shovel, richochets back

towards number three

and that's where the roof gave in

ingiting with a pure green alcohol

instantly vaporized his bodily form

into nothing but

a charcoal statute

and high-ptiched squeel.

Ho-hold on there. That's only six.

What happend to number seven?

Number seven? Damn...

Died of infection.

One bullet...

All seven men.

Dance for me!

Dance like a real chicken!

Dance, dance.

You got coal in your ears, mate? You don't

pay the mortgage, you don't own the land!

That's basic real estate law, my friend.

- Your broke law!

If I see you're face in this town again

I'm gonna slice it off.

And use it to wipe my unmentionables....

- Mind the beak.

And don't come back!!!

What are you all coping at?

Hey, Bad Bill, there's something

I gotta tell ya...

Oi, what is this?

- You know who this is, Bill? It's Rango!

Yeah! He ain't afraid of you.

He ain't afraid of any of you.

Killed them Jenkins brothers.

- Done it with one bullet, Bill...

All seven of them!

Is that right...

Lemme get that for you.

Eh... No! I know. Here.

Just will care 'bout that

for you...

Here! All better!

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