Ride the Pink Horse Page #6
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but they don't.
You ain't got it yet?
Not yet.
We're going to get it.
We got to get going.
No, no, not now--
You are sick.
I'm not going
to get any better
if those guys come back.
Right, he goes away.
Maybe they come back.
Fiesta come here,
dances here.
Somebody see him--
They find him.
They're not going
to stop looking.
I'll be all right as soon
as I get my punch back.
We will go to San Melo.
Where's that?
Two hours by bus.
Are you sure there's a bus?
Si, it leaves at 10:00.
We got an hour
and a half to wait.
We can't wait
in that bus station.
You go to the Three Violetas.
You Pancho's friend.
They remember.
Here, take him.
Hurry, quick.
Hey, listen.
They burn Zozobra,
the god of bad luck.
Too bad they don't
burn him hour ago.
You not feel good, seor?
Whose sombrero?
Is mine.
I want to borrow it--
how much?
You will bring it back sometime.
Take him back there.
Nobody see you.
Big fight?
Pancho help?
How is he?
He's all right.
We will stay here.
Then we will go to the bus.
How do you feel now?
Yeah, you ought to know
what's going on.
I know.
They tried to kill you.
And you want to know...why?
Because they are bad.
And I'm good, huh?
Yes.
I will take care of you.
You're just...
you're just like Shorty.
No brains.
Don't talk.
Is the hurt better now?
It's hot in here.
Hot in...in the jungle, too.
The rains turns to steam.
Please don't go to sleep.
Okay.
Okay, Shorty.
Okay.
I got something for you.
Here...
Put that in your shirt.
Hang onto it.
Don't let nobody touch it.
Nobody.
Nobody...
That a boy, Shorty.
That a boy.
M. Gagin.
Mr. Gagin, quick,
they're coming.
Where is the ticket seller?
Next bus don't
leave till 10:
00.Where is the ticket seller?
Oh, he's gone down the street
to watch the fiesta.
San Pablo, San Pablo.
La... La Fonda hotel?
What?
Hotel.
Over there, seor.
I didn't order a drink.
Nevermind!
Leave it there.
Close those windows.
Yes, sir.
That's better.
I'll get it.
Yeah.
What's that?
I can't hear you.
Yeah.
They di...
What's the matter with you!
Don't call me unless
you've got something to tell me!
Mr. Gagin!
Mr. Gagin.
Mr. Gagin, please.
Which...
Which one of you...
is Frank Hugo?
I'm Hugo.
Put that thing away.
Don't you see he's
out on his feet?
See if anyone else
is with him.
Nobody.
Bring him in and
shut the door.
Sit him down.
Who's the girl?
What's the matter with him?
He cannot remember.
He's hurt.
Better see if he has a gun.
What did you want
to talk to me about?
Shorty.
Yeah, you're his pal.
You got Shorty.
But I was pretty dumb.
I didn't get what I was after.
What was I after?
Check.
You want to sell it to me.
How much do you want for it?
Fif...
30 grand.
It's a deal.
I'll pay it in cash.
You got the check with you?
Money.
Right here in my hand.
Can't you find it?
There's no check in here.
What'd you do with it?
Come on, where is it?
What did you do with it?
I don't know.
What do you know about it?
I don't know nothing.
Where'd you pick him up?
At tio vivo.
He was hurt.
He came there.
Where'd he go then?
I don't know.
You don't know!
You were waiting!
What were you doing with him?
He's sick.
Please, he is sick.
Gagin...
Wake up, Gagin.
I got the money right here.
Now, where's the check?
Try and think...The
check, Shorty's check.
What did yo do with it?
I want to see...Frank Hugo.
Can I take him away now?
Get him a drink.
That's the stuff.
You feel better
now, don't you?
You remember where
the check is.
You were afraid you
wouldn't get the money
but here's the money.
Where's the check?
I don't know.
Sure you do.
You put it someplace.
Now, where did you put it?
I don't remember.
You're gonna remember.
It was in your wallet.
Yeah.
But you took it out.
I...
I took it out.
Where did you put it?
I...
I don't remember.
Maybe I can
help him remember.
Yeah, go ahead.
Where is it?
He don't know!
He lost it.
Where'd he lose it?
I don't know.
Then how do you
know he lost it?
Maybe she'll talk
for you, Tommy.
Where is it?
Come on, you know
where it is.
She don't know
where it is, boss.
She knows all right...
go on, keep it up.
Why don't you help
him, Mr. Hugo, sir?
You're the one knows
how to treat a lady.
Who let you in?
Maybe you don't like
knocking on doors.
Maybe you're like
this guy over here.
His line is blackmail.
One of these haywire veterans
trying to put the bite
on me for 30 grand.
What's your bite,
mister, is it...ow!
Gagin.
Gagin, get up, boy.
Get over there!
Wake up, son.
It's all right, miss.
You can come over here now.
It's all right.
I been following you, Gagin
ever since you left
the merry-go-round.
Sorry to use you as a bait,
but I wanted to be in on it
when he tried to wrangle
that check out of you.
Stay behind me, son.
Stay behind me.
Need it bad for evidence.
Could have got it, too
if I'd waited
but I guess I just
couldn't wait
ain't nice seeing folks
get pushed around.
We're in bad company here.
Come on.
Go ahead, Gagin,
be a sucker.
Come here to pick
up some easy money
just as it's in your
pocket, you walk out.
This guy makes me laugh--
His idea of big money.
He's got me
and all he asks
for is 30 grand.
Guys like you work
all their lives
trying to earn
meat and potatoes.
You end up borrowing
enough money
to pay for a hole in the
ground to get buried in.
Then when you get a chance
to make some real scratch
what do you do?
Mice like you and Shorty.
You ask for peanuts!
You know what's going to happen
when you get out of here?
He's going to give
you a lot of gas
about duty and honor.
Fill you with fancy words
like "responsability", "patriotism".
That's how he's going
to get that check.
And what're you gonna
have? Nothing!
Sure maybe I'll get sent
to the pen.
That won't put money
in your pocket.
I don't know why I talk
to a guy like you.
All your life you
waste time worrying
about small -fry things--
about a job, about
a two-buck raise
about getting a pension.
Why don't you ask
for 300 grand?
300,000 bucks, Gagin!
It'll set you up
for the rest of your life!
Give me...
Give me that check.
Here, Retz.
Now you're talking!
He can't hear you, Gagin.
His tin ear's busted.
Maybe he can hear this.
Like to eat with my hands.
It gets me closer
to the food.
What's the matter, eggs cold?
Coffee stale?
Toast burned?
I'm not hungry.
Huh! Funny thing.. Every
time I fret, I can't eat.
What makes you thing
I'm fretting?
Tow bucks worth of
breakfast gone to pot.
It ain't the five grand
you promised Pancho, is it?
No. He never expected
to get that anyway.
Couldn't be that 300,000
you turned down
the other night.
Fat chance I'd have
of collecting that
with you around.
Is it the kid?
What kid?
That little mouse
with the big eyes.
You wouldn't be
fretting about her.
Why should I
worry about her?
All I got to do is
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