Sweet Vengeance Page #5

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- Why would you say that?

- 'Cause a factory would never use zinc in their moldings.

Not only fouls up you pots,

but it makes for a fairly unsound bullet.

Why would somebody use

zinc instead of tin?

Probably run out of tin.

But there's loads of zinc around here.

I reckon whoever poured the Levi

and Josie bullets is from these parts.

The final analysis is right there

in that invoice.

- Good job.

- You need more, you just let me know.

All right, I appreciate it.

Have a good day.

- Did you get any leads on that woman?

- Well, let's just say I have my suspicions.

I apologize for digin' you up, Mr. Ramirez.

I just tryin' to get to the bottom

of this bloodbath.

I reckon we oughta get you

back in your resting place.

Hey, Dan, you're dead!

Looks like I'm at the wrong ranch.

The Final Shaming is at hand.

Twice you shamed me, but now

in the end, I shame you.

Now will hang there, in shame

until the sun dries your

scrawny testicles into leather hide

and the ravens peck you apart.

Thousands of pecks of shame,

what will they take first?

Your eyeballs, they'll be pecked out

in shame, your ears, your nose

your tongue? All pecked out in shame,

until the Devil reaches up

and he claims your rotten soul.

The shamer has become the shamed.

Now, I am the shamer,

and it feels good.

Wait, Jo-Jo. I'm... I'm

a little bit confused.

Oh, I'm sorry, did I not

make myself quite clear?

You are going to hang there

and you are going to f***ing die.

Well, it's not exactly clear.

Ya see,

ya got Jews, you got your Muslims,

ya got the fat Chinaman with the big belly,

hell, ya even got Injuns

with their Wakan Tanka

so, what I gotta know is, especially

with all this crap you've been preaching...

Who's right?

I am the Prophet Josiah.

The Lord burns.

The Fire of Jehovah.

And when the final trump sounds

it is I who will sit along side

the Lord on his golden throne of glory.

- And I alone...

- Shame on you, Shamer!

- Let's go cut yourselves a whore.

- Shame on you shamer!

Shame on the shamer!

What the hell are you doin' over there?

Oh, my, my my. My, my, my.

F*** you.

Ladies, would you like

to hear a verse of Lord Byron?

I would I were a careless child,

Still dwelling in the Highland cave,

Or roaming through the dusky wild...

You're just a dirty whore!

You're the Devil's Harlot!

You B*tch of Satan!

I suppose I am.

Hey, go easy there, Darlin',

I can't feel my legs no more.

Thank you.

You're on your own.

Oh! Oh! Please don't, ma'am.

Oh, no, oh...

Sarah, you're safe now,

you've cleared the way.

I see you restrained my wife.

No matter.

They were a jealous b*tches, it would never

have worked between them and us.

They were mean spirited sinners,

and you are, you are pure...

and noble of heart, I

see that, I know that.

I did not see my daughter.

Is she dead?

So be it.

She isn't?

Well, you can teach her how to f***.

We both know how good you are at that.

Come on Sarah, come out.

You have nothing to fear,

this is yours now.

Why would you hide?

Look, this is your house.

This is your land.

There are no encumbrances to our union.

You kill my wives,

I killed your husbands.

We are not that dissimilar.

Look!

I'm placing my weapon down and enterin'...

I enter in the Spirit of Peace.

And I'm falling before the Lord

to resolve our grievances.

We can live together, Sarah,

a second chance.

With peace, harmony, and happiness.

Sarah.

Oh, f*** it.

Shut up.

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