Shoot Out Page #5

- Is that old man your hero?

- Yeah!

He was better than all of you together!

So you better watch out!

Don't you know he's just an old

jail-bird and yeller!

He's not yeller!

He's not do nothing. And I was slapping

you, he still wouldn't do nothing.

- 'Cause you got guns!

- You cook. You do tend the horses.

That's right, baby, we got the guns!

Don't unsaddle them,

just grain. Move, boy!

- What's she to you?

- She's my mother.

If you be back in 10 minutes,

I'll shoot you in the kidneys.

I told you it we'd have some fun.

Fun? I didn't even laugh

since I met you.

Now is that a way to talk to your man?

My man, wouldn't let me

stand about in wet clothes.

You'd take them off.

Come on do that over by that fireplace so

I could watch you all nice and rosy.

Come on, do that thing!

Not in front of the children!

You just keep cooking, Mama!

You ain't no angel!

- I've seen that through the window. Didn't see it all, though.

- Well, we will.

- Don't push your luck!

- Get over there.

Move!

We'll be happy!

He Mama, you got a leaky roof!

You better patch that thing!

Hey, we're supposed having a party, Mama.

Why don't we eat from these fancy dishes?

No, they belonged to my grandmother.

Then, they're too old!

They've been here long enough.

Look at that hand! Sometimes

I don't think it's me at all.

- That little boy, Pepe...

- Huh?

- What about him?

- I'll bet you a dollar he'd done the smart thing.

- Such as what?

- He cut out. - Shut up!

Now Pepe is stupid. Too stupid

to come in out of the rain.

- I'll bet another dollar he is dry.

- What?

- In the rain?

- Rain, hell. He's in Sam Foley's house by now.

Maybe we got to ride on in, huh?

That man is trying to pull your leg.

And to split us up.

Goddamn, let's get on with it.

Let's get some fun.

Mama, give me that cup up there,

gimme the one with roses on it.

Oh come on, Mama!

Have you folk ever heard of the Switzer

that got the apple up on the son's head?

By the name of William Tell.

- What we need is a son! And we got one!

- No!

Now I bet we can use you.

Now I didn't hear you say "no"!

Well, our story says it was a

kid's head. So any kid will do.

So you can say which one.

- Alright then, I'll pick the head.

- Not him!

- Okay, then you, over by the fire place.

- Why don't you use my head?

Move!

Go on. Put this cup on her head.

Then put it on your own kid!

Well, what do you know!

A little lady gun! Damn!

But somebody forgot to put the caps in!

Oh, I wanted him to see this.

- That is shooting!

- No, my hand was aiming at the handle.

Wasn't you aiming at the handle?

Okay boy, you give me the next cup.

Gimme the one with the flowers on it.

Scaredy cat.

No! You little son-of-a-b*tch!

You leave her...

I think that rain has gone let off.

Okay, Mama! Next! Give me the

one with the daisies on it!

Well...

Well, what's the hell

the matter with you?

Oh, I see, sure. It says

I need a little nerve-tighter.

What do you think Alma, you think my

shooting hand is steady enough to perform?

I can not stand the sight

of you in those clothes.

Before you do take them off,

you get to shoot the next one.

Come on!

Do you want to try? Huh?

Drop that, Lomax! I said 1...

No, don't! He's got one shot left!

He shot the floor,

two teacups, her and him,

that's five shots!

Shut up and get over there!

One is all I need!

Now you know I don't mess around, Lomax.

You stand there until you hear my horse.

You move, and she stops moving.

Get out the lights.

My gun is on the table.

About Decky ad my son...

I had to make that choice.

If it had been the other way around,

I'd probably had done the same.

Put on your clothes,

I'll get the horses!

No! He is lame!

- Ain't they coming? What do you do with that kid?

- Get down! I need your horse!

This is my horse! I wouldn't let you

ride to Gun Hill on my horse!

He's a good horse! And you'll only kill him,

the way you kill everything you lay your hand to!

You should not have said that, Pepe!

You really shouldn't have, Pepe.

Decky!

Decky!

Wait! Here I am!

Wait!

Here I am!

Wait!

That is the God's truth, Mr. Foley.

- Want a cup of coffee?

- I'd prefer to have a drink of that whiskey?

It's over there.

I'm really sorry that I have been

tracking up your nice floor.

That's bad news, Bobby Jay.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Now sir, you did say he was trouble.

But that order of yours

about not shooting...

Mr. Foley, I lost my two best friends

because of that order.

Why don't you go on over to the hotel,

get a hot bath and some sleep.

We'll settle this later.

From now on, I'll take care

of Clay Lomax.

If it's all the same to you, sir,

I prefer my money now.

All right.

Why didn't you want him shot?

- Why? You?

- Yeah, by me.

I've killed men before,

Mr. Foley, no complaints.

So I've heard. So has

everybody heard it from you.

When you buy a killing, Bobby Jay,

you sell yourself.

A reliable professional killer

is a closed mouth.

Me, I'm a business man, with a

reputation to protect. Understand?

Oh no, sir. That's putting it real nice.

I mean I know my place.

- What are you gonna do when Lomax gets here?

- I'm gonna ask him to come in and sit down.

Give him a drink and cigar and say:

Well, Clay, what's on your mind?

I loose two men and you'll

get Lomax a cigar?

A drink and a cigar.

Now, here! 100...

Two hundred. That's double

what I told you. Now get out!

What about Pepe and Skeeter?

What am I gonna their poor families?

I also lost a horse. And a rifle,

and a couple of handguns.

Who the hell are you?

I keep house for Mr. Foley.

Is there anyone else to home?

Alright. Get over by that window.

If anybody gets in, you're gonna

get the same thing a your boss got.

Get that bag you're carrying

and bring it on over here!

Having more fun? I like fun too.

Much as the next man.

But I get less of it.

- Here. We split it right down the middle.

- Where is Decky?

Well... put that gun away

and I will tell you.

Get over here!

Right there.

Now I don't see any

fancy teacups around,

but I do see an apple in that bowl.

Get it.

Get it!

Put it on his head and

don't get between us.

Did you ever hear of the Switzer

name of William Tell?

I'm gonna give you a chance.

I'm gonna put this gun away.

Then I'm gonna draw and I'm gonna

shoot that apple off your head.

If you think you can stop me, you draw.

- She ran off when I was changing horses!

- She ran where? - I don't know.

Fun?!

You had a lot of fun with

them kids, didn't you?

Put one of them little

whiskey glasses on his head.

Here is your second chance to draw.

Next target...

I'm gonna supply the next one myself.

You're gonna appreciate this

because you like fun so damn much.

Ma'am!

Now you keep to him one side and

balance this cartridge on his head.

Take it!

I'm gonna make you draw, punk!

Because I want to see you the way

Trooper saw it. Fun and jokes!

And here's the catch:

If you don't draw and I hit that cartridge,

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