The Furies Page #8

for you to say to me, Temple.

Yes, it were.

Did you really think

I'd come through for you?

Oh, son, uh, step outside, will ya?

I'll give you a holler when I need ya.

If I gave you the money...

if you saved yourself with it now,

you'd get rid of me.

Well, you shouldn't talk so.

You'd get rid of me

because you can't bear anything ugly.

You don't see your face

when you look at me, Temple.

But I see it.

I thought you were hungry, Temple.

If you saved yourself now,

you'd fiind another woman...

one who wasrt marked...

one who didn't drink too much.

Quite possibly one who was rich.

In any event, you'd get rid of me.

With this face,

I'd fiind no one else.

I'm bound to be lonely.

Money is the only thing

that makes loneliness bearable...

to some slight degree.

So I must refuse you, Temple.

I must keep the money I have.

And if that isn't sporting of me...

I can't help that.

Well, that's real. It's honest.

I'm sorry, Temple.

Yes, I believe you are.

And I'll tell you this -

If I ever get any fresh money,

I'll come and bring you back to The Furies.

I hope you do get money again, Temple.

Somehow I think you will.

- Well, here's hoping.

- Here's hoping.

Oh, son!

Pour out that wine.

Fill up these glasses here.

- And catch hold of one yourself.

- That wouldn't be proper, sir.

I said catch hold.

We're drinking a toast to a lady.

And it's fiittir

all present should join in.

Come on, wake up.

Come on! Come on!

Bailey's just come through!

- Come on, wake up! We got a buyer!

- Go on, you old jackass.

Well, if I'm a jackass, you're my brother.

Come on! Wake up!

Just got an order from Bailey.

Just got an order from Bailey!

- Huh?

- He's got a buyer for 20,000 head of cattle!

A buyer for 20,000 head of cattle!

- Oh.

- Enough to pay off every dime to Anaheim!

- Enough to pay every dime to Anaheim!

Have you got 20,000 head of cattle?

We'll rake out every last maggot

that can walk and crawl.

Old cimarrons that ain't seen

the light of day for a dozen years!

And them up in them rocks

that are skinnier than a snake's rump!

We'll round up 20,000 head!

Come on, Scotty! We're paying a visit

to Anaheim, the old wind sucker!

Toss me my britches!

Yaaah-hyah!

Hi-ho! Hah!

Hey!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on there!

The third horse

he wore down today.

I tell ya, he must have him

a cast-iron rump.

- Hyah.! Hyah.!

- Move 'em out!

He was so tired, he fell asleep

hunkered on his spurs.

The patrn.

He's the best I ever worked for.

He's the best I ever saw.

He's the best I ever heard of.

The boys already got up

a tune about him.

They'll sing about T.C.

And this roundup forever.

You heard it?

#Through mesquite and chaparral #

#T.C. Cussed and fiit #

#And drug them cows

from out the sloughs #

# Until the cowboys spit #

## Oh, there never was a man

like old T.C. ##

## When he was in his prime ##

##He drug them cows

from up the sloughs ##

##At T.C. Roundup time ##

- When I get through, you'll do more'n spit!

##Swings his boot

and squatters scoot ##

##Ain't no man to fool ##

##His word is law

His whip is raw ##

##For he was born to rule ##

# Oh, there never was a man

like old T.C. #

- ##A giant in his prime ##

##His word is law

His whip is raw ##

##At T.C. Roundup time ####

Well, will you look at that!

The old rogue!

- Mean as a goat and tough as Mother Lucy.!

Needle-horned,

and an uglier rogue than me.

Prancir wild here a dozen years or more -

the king ofThe Furies.

- What's that?

- I said he was king ofThe Furies.

- Where's my horse?

- Here.

- He aims to try to throw that bull.

- He does.

Hah.! Right there.!

Right there.!

- Rope him!

- Right there.!

- All right, T.C.! Let him have it!

Ah, patrn.!

Go, T.C., get him!

Get him!

That'll do him, T. C...!

Come on, T.C.!

I did it! It's still me!

I'm still king of The Furies!

I tell ya, Scotty boy, it's an omen!

It's gonna be all right!

It's gonna be all right, Scotty boy!

Here comes Bailey now.

The roundup'll be fiinished tomorrow.

T.C.'ll be here tomorrow night for his money.

He still has no idea

who's buying the cattle from him?

He said to me, "By all git 'r go,

I don't know who's buyir and I care less.

Just let the money be there."

You've won.

By tomorrow night,

you'll own The Furies.

Yes, I've won.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You should be happy.

Thanks.

You've done a good job.

- You know, I'd be happy to invest part of my fee.

- In what?

In dinner for the three of us.

- I'm not hungry.

- Nor am I.

They say the night air

is freshening to the appetite.

- My rig is hitched up outside.

- How very convenient.

And what a coincidence.

This is a nice, romantic spot.

That depends on who -

No.

It's no use, Rip.

No use at all?

We'll never have what we could have had,

what we started out to have.

You've changed, so have I -

too much.

You thought it would be different,

didn't you, Vance?

You thought that when you'd licked T.C.

And fiinally gotten your revenge...

it would be

the greatest moment in your life.

- And if I did?

- You were wrong.

Tomorrow night you'll face T.C.

And you'll wreck him.

We're the same kind, you and I -

we're both out for what we can get.

And we're smart.

We'd make a good partnership.

Darrow and Jeffords,

orJeffords and Darrow?

Oh, funny.

But we would make a good partnership.

And I fiigured it out.

We -We may as well get married.

It would be much simpler than drawing up

a 20-page partnership agreement.

- You're wrong again.

- I'm always wrong with you.

If we marry,

it won't be a business arrangement.

Come here.

You haven't changed.

Don't worry about that.

And don't ask me

to be your husband.

If we marry,

remember one thing -

you'll be my wife.

Whenever you're wrong,

I'll tell you so.

If I'm ever wrong,

you just keep you little mouth shut.

Mr. Darrow, sir...

I hope you can chew

what you just bit off.

Whoa. Whoa.

We'll celebrate tonight, Scotty!

By git 'r go, we'll celebrate tonight!

Come on, Scotty.!

Bailey, never thought

I'd ever set toe in a Darrow bank.

The bank happens to be a correspondent

of the Anaheim Bank, and my letter of-

Enough of this legal mulch.

Let's get it over with.

These are the purchasers

for whom I acted as broker.

I've got your signed order for my cattle.

When do I get paid?

Mr. Bailey, pay him off.

$145,600 and no cents.

I assume the computation

agrees with your tally.

T.C.s.

Paid in my own T.C.s.

Hmph.

Worthless.

Fit to bed a pup down with

and nothir more.

140,000, eh?

Didrt know I had that much out.

That's a heap of money for one man

to scatter about - his own legal tender.

Lulu of a girl ridir a bull.

I knew it was art, but I'll be double-dogged -

I never thought a girl could really ride a bull.

But you did it, Vance.

You rode me proper, and you throwed me proper.

And you rode the seasonal rise

in beef prices.

Sell cattle enough now to pay off Old Anaheim,

every acre free and clear.

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