Silver City Page #11

We've been sold to Gold Mine Publishing,

that Bentel owns.

These Rocky Mountains

that I love so much...

are part of

our national heritage...

something we must keep safe

for future generations.

Don't even think about it.

Whatever pathetic publicity stunt

you're hatching...

in that drug-addled brain of yours.

- I don't work for you anymore.

- I know.

You were dismissed...

when we discovered an incident

of substance abuse on the job.

- Anything you say...

- Don't threaten me.

You are the boy

that cried wolf, O'Brien.

- It was in all the papers.

- A murder was committed.

What?

Murder by deregulation? That kind of

thinking went out in the last century.

That's not the point.

The point is

that without a smoking gun...

all you've got

is another opportunity...

to f*** up your sorry excuse

for a life even more than now.

People like you think you've got

everything covered.

You think nobody cares enough

to fight back.

But someday your sh*t's gonna

catch up with you, and when it does...

You're a loser.

That's already been established

beyond doubt.

So just try and be a good one.

Okay?

Don't you think you ought to

change your shirt?

- How'd you find me?

- I'm a detective.

You said we were investigators.

I'm a detective.

You're an investigator.

And the first rule is, don't go

finding more than you're looking for.

Look, if it weren't for Mort...

All of his plans,

every scheme he's ever had...

has had a jinx on it.

His wife has to support him.

He thinks he's a failure.

If this Silver City thing

were to fall through...

And he's in with the Pilagers?

Up to his neck.

Hush money?

Severance pay.

And don't go

making trouble, Danny.

Won't do any good.

So why'd you ever hire

a basket case like me?

Look who I married.

Travel expenses.

Richard Pilager cares about you.

It's like he's a bad actor that doesn't

believe himself in the part. You know?

You read these polls...

I swear, the questions must be:

Would you rather

have Dickie Pilager as governor...

or have your pancreas pulled out through

your nose with a rusty coat hanger?

But still,

33% prefer the coat hanger.

What's this?

Weird.

"Silver City."

Someone left us a treasure map.

I hear you've been bought.

- I mean, not you personally.

- Part of the happy Bentel family.

There's a man named Lzaro Huerta

in that box... what's left of him.

So, this is your case.

- Mr. O'Brien, yes?

- Yes.

- Seora.

- Hello.

Ramn Contreras

from the Mexican consulate.

On behalf

of the aggrieved family...

I offer my sincere gratitude

for your generosity.

I'd like to wire some money...

on top of the casket

and the shipping costs.

They won't...

Anything you could send

would be appreciated.

There are several children.

If you'll excuse me...

The paperwork.

Nice to meet you.

You haven't been sleeping.

No, not really.

I split up with Chandler.

Really?

I was... grousing about

communications monopolies...

and he gave me his usual line...

and we got into a fight,

one thing led to another and...

Conflict of interests.

Many a promising merger has failed

due to a conflict of interest.

Right.

How do you feel...

about us splitting up?

Euphoric.

That's how I felt.

I should have been suicidal.

My paper's been co-opted...

I have all these people to call

and tell them they're not invited...

to the wedding in Aspen, and...

Were you gonna do

one of those ski-lift ceremonies?

It would have been a very tasteful,

very Caucasian affair.

If you change your mind,

I know of a very good caterer.

Maybe we could

see each other sometime.

That'd be great.

So, you quit your job.

Grace fired me.

So, what do you do now?

First I need to

repaint my living room.

I promise to respect and support

our American traditions...

I'm waiting.

Our right to bear arms...

I'm still waiting.

Our right to the freedoms

of religious worship and expression...

so fundamental to our liberty.

I promise to support a smaller,

more efficient government.

No longer must the Big Brother

of the social welfare system...

dictate our daily lives...

intruding, impeding, regulating...

the very air that we breathe.

What I'm talking about,

my fellow citizens...

comes down to

that precious word "freedom."

A freedom enjoyed

by those bold individuals...

who came to a wild frontier and built

the West that we love so dearly...

those steadfast

men and women...

whose spirit

of daring and conquest...

inspires us to this day.

The freedom from fear

of those who envy our good fortune...

who scorn

our democratic institutions.

Freedom from

the cultural tyranny...

of the special interest groups

and the new-age demagogues...

who would seek to deny us...

the harvest

of our God-given bounty...

under the false banner

of environmental correctness.

The freedom to seek health,

happiness...

and, yes, fortune...

in this glorious

mountain state of ours.

This is the freedom I promise you,

my fellow citizens.

But let not a man be judged

by the promises he makes...

but by the works

he leaves behind.

America

May God bless you all.

May God thy glory find

Till all success

Be nobleness

And every gain

Divine

O beautiful

For spacious skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America

America

God shed his grace on thee

And crown thy good

With brotherhood

From sea

To

Shining

Sea

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