The Carpetbaggers Page #3

Yes, but I just

learned something

about good banking.

An honest man always needs more

than he asks for.

Good luck, Buzz.

Let's go, Mac.

Hey, what do we call

the company?

International Airways.

International?

We're only going

from L.A. to Frisco.

This year.

Next year, who knows?

Watching you pack gives me

travel fever.

Take something for it.

I'm going to.

A powder, tonight.

No need to.

Its your house now.

He left it to you.

I'm selling it.

You are?

Mm-hmm. To you.

For $100,000.

It only cost 55.

Along with it goes my stock

in Cord Chemicals.

The stock isn't

worth the difference.

Under the laws

of the State of Nevada

I'm entitled to one-third

of your father's estate

will or no will.

Facts of life, Jonas.

I could tie you up in court

for five years.

I can wait. Can you?

No.

Well, let's make it easy

on you, then.

I'll take 50,000 now

and your note

endorsed by the company

for 10,000 a year

for the next five years.

How do you like

my widow's weeds?

lf you'd worn those

to the funeral

you wouldn't be a widow.

He'd have climbed right

out of the coffin.

The first installment.

Jonas...

You'll get my note

for the balance

tomorrow morning.

No, it's not that.

I'm sorry for what happened

the other day.

Neither of us meant

what we said.

I did.

Jonas, what can I do?

You can live well on $100,000.

Then at least do me one favor.

The way you feel,

it should be easy.

Uh-uh.

The way I feel

doesn't include favors.

Well, then give

yourself a present.

Get your revenge over with.

Do it now.

Mistreat me,

make love to me, anything,

only get it over with.

No, thank you.

Jonas, please,

it has to be done.

Anything, everything,

then throw me out.

That's what you enjoy,

the only thing

you really want, isn't it?

You don't know any more

about love than I do.

You want sensation--

the uglier, the better.

The more it hurts,

the nicer it is.

The more improper,

the more exciting.

I just want

to get this over with

so that you can have

your satisfaction

and I can pay my debts.

Who knows?

You might find out

you like me

more then you realize.

I do like you, Rina.

I like you a lot.

And I'm going

to go on liking you...

because for someone

with your hunger

that's the best torture

I can think of.

Now you have a nice time

with your paycheck.

Come in.

Well, Rina just pulled out

considerably richer

than when she arrived.

So I heard.

Where are you going?

Germany.

Hit the trail myself.

I figured on

taking you with me.

Oh, no, not me.

Stay here then.

I just bought my house.

I'll be back

in a couple of months.

No, I'm leaving tonight.

Why?

Oh, some houses just die.

Its better to get out

of them quick.

You're the only friend I got,

Nevada.

You're my real father.

Now, don't split up the family.

Nicely said, Junior,

but I'm a hired hand,

and all jobs have

to end sometime.

Just remember what I taught you:

Choose your side, draw fast,

but don't hit

any innocent bystanders.

I'll try.

lf you're determined to leave,

I guess you'll need some money.

No. No, I'm okay.

Its a going-away present.

Max Sand-- ever hear of him?

Cowboy father, indian mother,

grew up wild.

Went after three outlaws

who tortured and killed

his parents.

Gunned them down,

one at a time.

Bodyguard in a fancy house

in New Orleans.

Killed another man there.

Went to a prison camp,

escaped.

Robbed banks, hid in Mexico.

Satisfied more women

than a cavalry regiment

on leave.

Wanted in six states.

Then something happened.

He hung up his guns,

turned soft.

Took a job as a companion

to a boy with no mother,

no father to speak of.

Max Sand.

Did you ever hear of him?

Well, I'll be.

Did you dig up

all this information yourself?

And that's the only copy.

Even your father didn't know.

Nobody did.

Nobody does.

How much you asking for this?

Nothing.

Take it with you.

But if you're ever tempted

to preach me a sermon sometime

just open it to any page

and recall your own sins.

Who has a better right

to preach than the sinner?

Junior, you're not going

to make me pay for this someday

are you?

Depend on it.

By the way, I almost forgot.

I have something for you.

What is it?

All my stock in Cord Chemical,

signed over to you,

lock, stock and barrel.

Nevada, this is, this is...

Don't say anything.

Its no use to me.

All right.

Well...

good-bye, Junior.

Good-bye, Nevada.

Keep in touch.

Sure.

Nevada?

Yeah?

Where you going?

What are you going to do?

Join up with a couple

of old saddle tramp buddies,

take a Wild West circus

around the country.

Something I've always

wanted to do.

I just wondered.

Jonas?

Jonas?!

Jonas, where are you?

Jonas?!

Jonas, what are you doing

in this room?

I was just...

I was just...

I told you never to come

in here again.

I was only looking!

Looking?

Looking for what?

There's nothing here anymore.

I want to see my brother.

You can't see him.

He's gone.

Your brother is gone.

The past is gone.

This room has nothing

to do with our lives now,

so get out and don't let me

catch you in here again.

No! No! I only want to see.

Come on out of here.

Let me go! Let me go!

You little...

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Someday I'll kill you!

Someday I'll kill you!

Now, now, Mr. Jonas.

Just be quiet.

Take it easy.

Everything's going

to be all right.

Now, just come out of there.

Now, you know you shouldn't

go in there.

All it does is upset you,

to no purpose.

Come on.

I know, Jedediah.

Come on now.

Take it easy.

I know.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm going to change into

a flannel shirt and be natural.

Now, tell me

why did you want to come down

here tonight?

Because you were

going to be here.

Oh, let me button it.

I'm not helpless.

I want to do it.

My chest is already buttoned.

How old are you, Nevada?

You want the truth?

Not if a lie

is more interesting.

Born 1882. That makes me 43.

You look 30.

How old are you?

You look 30.

We're the same generation.

Ma'am, do you always

talk with your body?

It speaks several languages,

fluently.

Mine's downright illiterate.

By morning, I'll have you

speaking like a native.

Ma'am...

we're taking different

trails out of here.

Let's still end up

liking each other, huh?

No sense of humor.

I came here to forget

all that's happened

and to have a high old time,

like after a roundup.

I'll sober up a little bit,

get myself a good honest job.

No problems.

No problems.

No trouble.

No trouble.

So I recommend you act your age

and I'll act mine.

That's a wonderful idea.

I haven't acted my age in years.

Ought to be fun.

You know, another time,

another place,

you might be just

the woman for me.

Sure.

During the next couple

of years,

Jonas started writing that

chapter of history for himself--

burning the Cord brand

on every factory and rooftop

he could buy or build.

Nevada's Wild West show

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