The Frisco Kid Page #6

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ma'am. . .

. . .and l'd. . . .

ls something wrong?

No, no, no. No.

lt's just l didn't know

that your eyes would be so brown.

How would you know that?

How would l know that?

How would l know that? That's right.

How could l know that?

l couldn't know that.

Well, l'd better get going. . .

. . .l hate to keep my sidewinder

waiting.

So l just give you that

to give to your father.

-Look. Wait.

-And l'll say goodbye.

-Papa.

-No, no, no, don't call the papa.

l'd really better get my ass out of here.

So thanks and adis for everything.

Wait. Wait, please. Papa! Wait!

Wait!

Papa.

You ain't gonna eat none of this?

l don't understand you, man. . .

. . .if you don't eat,

you're gonna sure lose your strength.

This is a good piece of meat.

You ought to have something.

Gotta eat something. Thank you.

Now, look, you go up and change,

and then we'll go together. . .

. . .and we'll tell your people

that the new rabbi has arrived. All right?

l've told you that l can't be a rabbi.

Don't you tell me that.

Now, just don't say that again.

Not after what l've been through

to get your goddamn ass here alive.

lf you hadn't shot that man,

we'd both be dead.

Do you understand that,

you ignorant a**hole?

You do understand that?

He was gonna kill you,

then he was gonna kill me. Am l right?

When you shot that son of a b*tch,

that was not a sin.

Then what the hell

are we talking about?

When those men were shooting

at you. . .

. . .l ran to save the Torah.

So? l understand that.

You're a man of God. l understand that.

l wasn't thinking about God.

l didn't do it because of God.

l don't know one thing about God.

l was thinking about a book.

l cared more for a book

than l did for my best friend.

l don't know if you can understand that.

l don't want to insult you. . .

. . .but do you understand what l mean?

l chose a piece of paper

instead of you.

But l forgive you.

l know that you do.

But you're a good man.

l am a good man, l am.

But l'm not a rabbi.

You don't say that.

-Tommy, l'm not a rabbi.

-Don't say that!

-He did it again.

-Why do they let people like that in here?

You are a rabbi.

l'm a bank robber.

l'm a card player and a whoremonger.

That's what l am.

You are a rabbi.

You can fall into mud, slip on your ass,

travel in the wrong direction. . .

. . .but even on your ass, in the mud,

if you go the wrong direction a bit. . .

. . .you're still a rabbi!

That's what you are.

Right?

lf l'm who l am,

how come you ain't what you are?

You're just too goddamn good

to have the same rules.

Now, you answer me.

You look me in the eye

and you answer me.

Don't you dare sit there

and not answer me.

You'd better have an answer for me.

ls this the place?

lt doesn't look like a place

that a rabbi would visit.

-Maybe Rosalie made a mistake?

-We don't belong here, come Bender.

Look at those funny-looking people.

Those dresses look like

they came from Europe.

What's he talking about?

-What's he talking about?

-He wants to know if you're the rabbi.

Me?

You tell him.

l'm the rabbi.

You're the rabbi?

Funny, you don't look like a rabbi.

l just traveled 3000 miles

across this country. . .

. . .and l was thanking my best friend

for getting me here alive.

My name is Avram Belinski. . .

. . .and l come from a small village

in Poland.

And don't you judge people

by their appearance!

-We have a rabbi!

-We have a rabbi!

Excuse me, Rabbi. Please forgive me.

l am very, very happy to see you.

-Let's have a drink, for God's sakes.

-Yeah!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Wait a minute! Who's paying?

Take from the building fund.

Everybody to the bar!

Pardon me, everybody, please.

Please make a little room here.

Thank you. l'm so sorry to spoil you--

Bartender, drinks for all my friends.

-Well, what will you have?

-Straight whiskey.

-Whiskey for everybody!

-Whiskey.

Rabbi, this is Mrs. Bender.

Welcome. Welcome, Rabbi.

And this is my younger daughter,

Rosalie.

l know that

in our marriage agreement. . .

. . .l mentioned my other daughter,

Sarah Mindl.

-What difference does it make if--?

-Papa!

You know, your father thinks that

you can just switch one promised wife. . .

. . .for another promised wife, but l know

that it isn't that way in America.

So please,

don't feel obligated in that way.

Wouldn't you like to dance with me?

l would.

l would love to dance with you. . .

. . .but, you know,

a rabbi shouldn't do that.

A rabbi can dance with his fiance,

can't he?

Bartender!

Yes?

You get out here!

Yes?

Now, you listen good.

That man killed my brother.

Me and him gonna have a fair fight.

There ain't gonna be

no advantage taken here.

We're going outside.

Bartender, l just want it down

for the record.

This gonna be a fair fight.

Rabbi. . . .

Rabbi, let's go.

No more killing.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Please, don't do this.

lt would be terrible if some innocent

people in here got hurt, wouldn't it?

-That man is not normal.

-Notice how he shakes that gun.

Huh, Rabbi?

ls what he says true?

ls it?

All right, get outside, both of you.

Rabbi, l beg you, Rabbi. Please.

Please, don't do this. Please.

Let somebody talk to him.

Go somewhere else.

Rabbi, you got a gun?

Well, there you go.

Well, don't worry. . .

. . .you know this gun.

This is the one you used

to kill my brother Darryl with.

There's gonna be

no advantage taken here.

There.

Just like a man.

Make your move.

Well, don't just stare at me! You ain't

gonna get away with it like that!

Draw, you stinking coward!

Stop it, please!

You yellow bastard, draw.

You draw

or l'm gonna bash your head in.

That was just to get your attention!

Now, listen to me.

The war's over!

Do you understand that?

No more killing!

You reach for that pistol again

and l'll blow your head off!

This ain't your fight.

This is my fight!

But he killed my brother

and l'm gonna kill him!

You and your partner and your pig-faced

brother ambushed us on the beach.

And if the rabbi

hadn't pulled the trigger. . .

. . .you would have shot us both

in cold blood!

-Who's got the guns?

-Looks like a pretty fancy man.

l knew it. What did l tell you?

Reach for it! Please!

Wait a second.

Now, wait a second.

Let's talk this over.

l'm not a rabbi for nothing, you know.

l think l have a solution.

Just wait a second.

This is a very big country.

l'll tell you what l think

is the best thing.

l'll take San Francisco,

you take the rest of America.

And if you ever come back

to this place again. . .

. . .l don't think

you're gonna get off so easy.

Now, get the hell out of here.

Would somebody please show

this poor a**hole the way out of town?

I've crossed rivers

and I've climbed high mountains...

...and I was captured

by wonderful Indians.

I did so many things.

God has truly blessed me.

And what's more...

...how many rabbis can say that

they had a bank robber for a best man?

Music, maestro, please.

Ripleyen :
OLDBOY

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