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You son of a b*tch! We're rich!

And you did it!

Dumb f***in'...

I got this off the stiff. I

should've put it in the combine,

but I didn't,

so I'm doin' it now.

That's good enough

for me, Marcus.

I love ya.

I love ya.

Marcus, make sure you

don't slam that box shut,

because it's gonna take a

blowtorch to get it open again.

What now, with

the rock collection?

Yeah, yeah,

especially now, Marcus.

Hell, then, take a big one.

Pawn my watch

shh, shh, shh! Come on.

Pawn my chain

pawn everything

that was in my name

oh, lordy me

didn't I shake sugary

everything I got

down in pawn

everything I got

down in pawn

The widow's diamonds.

It was the last thing on earth

I ever would have thought.

All I knew was that a couple of

convicts had escaped from matamoros.

Disowned or not,

I needed to warn trina,

so I went back into the desierto,

and I came across some tracks.

In the end, I'd guess you'd

just call that good luck.

I brought you a surprise.

I'm ready to live again.

Go get the truck.

So what do you want me to say?

I followed their tracks, but I lost them

where they met a set of tire tracks.

Hey!

Sorry to bother ya. Wouldn't you know it?

Our truck wiped out.

We were hopin' you

could give us a ride...

El norte.

What are you doing out here?

W-w-we could pay you.

I'm not some taxi.

W-we're just out here

collecting rocks.

We must have took

a wrong turn somewhere.

We're on our way to Texas.

Where you goin'?

Get in.

Come on, Marcus.

The back.

We've got to stock up on water.

Gabby's tank's up there

where those three rocks are.

- You've gotta be shittin' me.

- I mean, what...

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa. You gotta take

all that stuff out of the truck now?

I'm not rigged for passengers.

There's nothing out here

but a thousand dead ends.

You know, I'll bet

we could hire a lawyer,

sort out the past, all the bad things

we ever done. You got that right.

I'd like to get a house too.

Definitely a house.

With a yard

so I can have a big dog.

Hell, you can get three of 'em.

We need new clothes too.

Definitely new duds.

- Nothin' with stripes on 'em, right, Marcus?

- Nothin' but giorgio Armani.

Look at that.

A lifetime in the makin'.

So what are you gonna do with

the big score, Marcus? Me?

Ah, well...

What?

I never, uh...

- Sh*t!

- Yes...

why didn't you stop it?

Wha... go get the box.

- Now, how are we supposed to get out of here alive?

- Settle down, all right?

Duster, come on. Chop-chop.

Give me the box.

Could you help me, please?

Keep pushing. I'm gonna go

try and bounce it off.

Keep pushing!

Ready?

One, two, three.

Duster, you know what an intelligent

man would do in this situation?

Sit and watch.

A real intelligent man would

put his back into it, Marcus.

All right.

Watch it! Watch it!

You all right?

Where's the box?

Where's the box?

You were holdin' it!

Where's the f***in' box?

I found it.

It's right here.

Hey, is this thing important?

What is it?

This thing better not

put any kinks in my plans.

What plans, Marcus?

I don't want my future slippin' away

before I figure out what it is.

That's what you'll get.

Booze is just the first step.

I know the rest

of the 12 steps.

I'm gonna use that booze

to start a little business.

I get myself a house, a yard, a dog.

That's my future.

There is no future!

We don't have any way to fix the

truck, and you can't walk out of here.

In four days that water will be gone,

and then you and me are gonna be dead.

Isn't this funny, Marcus? Yeah.

Funny if it's happenin'

to someone else.

I-I-in the future they'll buy us

steak dinners, limousines.

But the here and now,

our big score is worthless.

They can't even buy us

12 hours of water.

Hey, you got anything useful

in that saddlebag?

Uh, yeah, yeah,

we got lots of things.

We got... we got some clothes

and some tortillas,

a couple pieces of hacksaw

and my... my collection.

What collection?

His rock collection.

You're carrying rocks

across the desert?

No.

I-I-I mean, yeah.

He's been collectin'

since he was a kid.

I mean, they're nothin' special, but there's

a couple in here that are kind of nice.

I like this one a lot. That one's nice.

You know what this is?

What?

You just saved our lives.

This is pumice. That's tufa.

We mix it together with a

little sand and some motor oil.

It could make a forge.

Could fix the linkage.

What are you lookin' at?

Nothin'.

Rocks.

At sunset, I stopped searching,

and I took catalina back,

back to the place I'd found the

widow mcteague all those years ago.

Now, I don't know

how catalina died,

but I was the one

who gave her the diamonds.

The least I could do was give

my old flame a decent burial.

You died for

a bunch of rocks, cat.

A bunch of goddamn rocks.

I got the truck.

Trina's not... Coming with us.

And neither are you.

Wait, wait. What'd I do wrong?

- You listened to me.

- Wait!

I'll never know what happened

to catalina...

In those few minutes

it took me to get my truck.

The one thing I do know, is that

trina was never quite the same...

After that night

her mother left.

Ow!

I was searching for trina

at first light.

I knew it might be days

before I found her.

But, in truth, I was less worried

about the convicts than trina.

I don't care how well

you know the desert.

If you're thirsty enough, you

start stumbling to the mirage.

When we get the forge built,

everything's gonna be fine.

So stop ridin' me.

Ah, Mr. Independence.

Where the hell do you think you'd be

without me telling you what to do?

I wouldn't be

bustin' out of some jail.

You're damn right, 'cause you

never would have shot the guard.

That's it.

Perfect.

Hearing you're gonna die

should have got your attention.

This place tests you.

Yeah? What makes you think

it even cares?

Think what you like,

but it watches,

and it's in charge.

Yeah?

So, trina, I was thinkin'.

Shouldn't we top off the

jerrican at the water hole...

So we don't lose so much

to evaporation?

Yeah.

I'm a quick study.

Why don't you stack those rocks in the forge?

Trina and I are gonna tank up.

Come on, trina.

I've been thinkin' about what the hell I'm

gonna do once I'm back in the states.

In case you're blind

and didn't notice,

my life took sort of

a wrong turn somewheres back.

You mean getting arrested?

Hell, I mean breaking the law.

The only reason we got busted

down here in the first place...

Was 'cause duster was already

wanted north of the border.

Had it all worked out, happy as a clam.

How was I supposed to know?

I'm lyin' there, takin' a nice

snooze on the railroad tracks.

Comin' right at me, full steam

ahead, a freight train named duster.

First his parents get wiped out by

some drunk, and mama's next of kin.

A couple years later,

I'm last of kin.

It took me a while, but you start

to see you can't rise to the top...

With an anchor tied

around your neck, you know?

- Duster seems harmless enough.

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