The Furies Page #7

as you're trying to make out.

- I'm out to get The Furies for myself.

How?

T.C.s.

I've been running what Scotty calls

a bear raid on the T.C.s.

These past months I've covered

every mile of track on the railroad.

I've spread word that they're won'thless,

that my father will never be able to pay them off.

People been offering me those

for 80 cents on the dollar.

I expect to buy all I need

at 5 or 10 cents on the dollar.

You might. People panic.

Just, uh, how does this

get you The Furies?

Right here.

Black and white.

In easy stages.

Have I slipped up in any part of it?

I'm sure you haven't.

It'll work.

Fine.

There's a certain irony.

In what?

The key to the plan

lies in the Anaheim Bank.

- Getting it to extend T.C.'s mortgage.

- You're smart.

It wouldn't work

if Anaheim foreclosed on T.C. Not now.

Not till we're ready.

I'm the correspondent bank here

for Anaheim.

But the decision must be made

by old man Anaheim himself.

You know that.

- Why did you come to me?

- Money.

Money to buy the T.C.s.

The dowry money- $50,000.

I've kept it here for you.

It's yours.

I'll pay you for the use of it.

I hope you know what you're doing.

If this works, it'll wreck your father.

I'll not let The Furies slip away from me,

and it certainly will if it's left to him and to her.

Not her. Him.

It's T.C. You hate, isn't it, Vance?

You've found a new love in your life,

haven't you, Vance?

You're in love with hate.

Well, if you're patient

and work hard at it...

it may be all you'll need to live by.

I hope it'll be enough...

because hate doesn't leave room

for anything else in your life.

And I speak as one who has hated

the same man as you hate now.

What's in this deal for me?

What do you want?

The Darrow Strip,

the sweetest part ofThe Furies.

By every fair right it's mine,

and I mean to have it.

Look at you. Just the thought of losing part of

The Furies, and you're ready to claw and scratch.

Is it a deal?

Does it make sense to you

to give up 10%% ofThe Furies to save 90%%?

It's a deal.

Good.

When do we go to San Francisco

to hit Old Anaheim?

The sooner the better.

May I see you to your room?

Are you sure

you won't extend the loan?

It seems my father's been

waiting a long time to get at T.C.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Good night.

- Yes?

- What are you doing up so late?

- I couldn't sleep.

- Did you see young Anaheim?

- False alarm. Talks big, means little.

I'll have to see the old man.

Old Anaheim's got to extend the mortgage,

or we're licked.

Otherwise T.C.

Won't round up the cattle...

and rounding up the cattle's

a job only T.C. Can do.

Get The Furies's cattle,

and then get The Furies.

Look, it was your idea.

- Don't weaken on me now.

- Don't worry.

I'll take care of Old Anaheim.

Hmm.

Mighty confiident, aren't you?

Sure you can handle any man.

Well, look at you.

You'd like to hit me right now,

wouldn't you?

I would.

Go ahead.

Now you'd like to kiss me,

wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

What's in it for me?

Is it won'th the Darrow Strip to you?

Sleep well.

- Good night, Mrs. Anaheim. Delightful party.

- Good night. Thank you.

Emily, do convey my thanks

to your husband.

I'll convey your thanks to my husband.

Good night.

Mrs. Anaheim, I can't thank you enough.

It's been a most interesting evening.

- I'm so glad.

- If you'll excuse me, my dear.

Miss Jeffords has no escort.

I'll take her to her hotel.

Then I'll stop at the club.

I expect I'll be quite late.

No, thank you, Mr. Anaheim.

I couldn't impose.

But, Miss Jeffords, I, uh -

No, thank you, Mr. Anaheim.

Very well.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You could have wrapped my husband

round your little fiinger.

- That's right.

- Why didn't you?

I came here for one purpose -

to make sure T.C. Got

a 90-day extension on his mortgage.

I feel somehow if I had permitted

Mr. Anaheim to see me home...

I wouldn't have achieved that purpose.

Why not?

In the course of the evening, I realized

that you were the one to reckon with.

You're a clever one.

I don't control the Anaheim Bank...

but I do control Mr. Anaheim.

And have I reckoned with you?

I like a clever woman.

I'll help you.

Thank you.

He's a faithless husband...

but he is my husband.

Come on, come on.

Quit cat-and-mousir me. Yes or no?

No.

We foreclose The Furies immediately.

Good day.

- T.C.

- Emily.

You reprobate.

I was told this meeting wouldn't occur

until later in the day.

So if I'm somewhat out of breath

you'll forgive an old woman.

Old? If you was any younger, we'd have to

throw you down to get shoes on ya.

I had the pleasure

of meeting your daughter.

- Who?

- Your daughter.

Must be mistaken, Emily.

I have no daughter. Not anymore.

Well, the old bear's

got his claws sunk in me.

What is it you want, T.C.?

Ninety days' time. There's been

no cattle buys and no market at all.

But now I've got me one.

Give me 90 days to round up my cattle, collect

and deliver, and I'll have the money to pay you off.

- Ninety days!

- You have no such deal.

Well, I'm a rotten liar, Emily.

A lie sticks out of me

like a billy goat's whiskers.

I've got no deal.

Bailey's supposed to have himself a cattle buy,

but with this market I doubt it.

Give me one more chance at Bailey.

I think T.C. Can have until 10:00

tomorrow morning. Don't you?

All right, my dear.

And if he gets a buyer,

you'll give him his 90 days, won't you?

Yes, my dear.

Thanks, Emily.

- How is she?

- Your daughter?

Oh, fiine.

If only I could fiind that cattle buyer

Bailey whispered about.

If only we could float

some more T.C.s.

If only I had a buck

for every time you said "if only."

Cold, Scotty.

Can't seem to get enough sun or fiire

to heat me through anymore.

I've got fiive $1,000 bills

in my grouch bag.

They're yours, if you want.

Howsoever did you get you

the money, Scotty?

- Where was I when you hired me?

- Just got you out of jail.

What was I in for?

Took the next step to being a fiinance genius.

You took outright to swindlir.

Working at The Furies, I just sorta

kept my fiinger in the pie somewhat.

The 5,000 is yours,

if you want.

Nah, Scotty, if you was gonna steal,

you shoulda stole enough to do some good.

Thank you kindly.

Keep your grouch bag tied.

5,000 would only be

a spit in the ocean.

Order up some more wood.

I'm cold.

Still cold?

Yeah. I been cold

ever since that dawn I hung him.

Ever thought of asking her

for the money you need?

Scotty!

Scotty.

I'll get more wood.

Flo.

Supper's here.

Flo.

Please, Flo.

You said "please."

You never said that

to me before, Temple.

Flo, I hate a man that's mealymouthed,

so I'll come right out with it.

I'm broke. Bust.

Flatter than a poor boy's tortilla.

I need the $50,000 I settled on you,

and the jewels and...

well, anything a dollar

can be raised on.

What you put away for a rainy day.

Rainy?

It's a cloudburst.

That must have been diffiicult

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