The Law and Jake Wade Page #5

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Jake didn't do it.

'Course, Clint always wanted him

to think that he had.

You know what Clint's like...

Always likes to have something

on everybody that's with him.

Well, who did kill the boy?

I do know that Jake didn't.

The boy was already dead

when Jake and Clint

come out of the bank.

Thanks, ortero.

The trouble is, Jake,

Clint always liked you

better than anybody he ever met.

Yeah, I know.

What about you and Jake, ortero?

That doesn't make

any difference.

I didn't ask you for anything.

I just asked you how

you felt about Jake.

That's the end of this talk.

Now, look...

I said that's

the end of this talk!

Now, get over there. Sit down.

Alright, Mr. Ortero.

Leastways, them coyotes'

howling is over.

You really think

them's coyotes, don't you?

Sure, they are.

I heard enough of 'em up in...

You mean...

I mean they're Comanches.

They're Comanches...

And what are we doing about it?

We're sitting around here

like customers in a barbershop,

waiting our turn to get

a nice, close haircut.

Yeah, but Clint said we should...

Clint said!

Clint said.

You notice that Clint

got out of here,

didn't you?

Rennie's right.

Let's go tell ortero

we're getting out of here.

You want to stay here alone?

Not me!

Jake...

We're getting out of here.

I feel like a sitting duck!

For all we know,

we're being lined up

in the sights of

some Comanche right now.

Nobody's happy about it.

We're leaving.

Fine.

That way or that way?

I suppose you know just

where the Indians are.

What about the money?

I don't know how

you feel about it,

but that money don't mean

a thing to me anymore!

- That goes for me.

- You, Burke?

I don't want any part of it.

What about them?

Leave them here with some food

and a couple of canteens,

but no horses.

If they make it, fine.

If they don't...

They had their chance.

That's right.

Wexler?

Leave 'em here...

Or shoot 'em-.

It don't make

no difference to me.

Alright. They stay.

I think maybe I'll stay, too...

Keep going for the money,

now that I've come this far.

By yourself?

Sure...

That way, he ain't got

nobody to split it up with.

Let him stay

to get hisself killed.

Thanks.

Come on, let's get out of here!

That's alright with me.

But it ain't alright with me.

You boys seem to be

gettin' a little jumpy.

You can stay

if you want to, Clint,

but we're goin'.

You are?

We don't want the money.

You can have it!

I can?

We're goin', Clint!

Let's see if you are.

Stop it!

There ain't gonna

be no shootin'!

We're in trouble enough!

You got us in

a real mess, Clint,

now, I'm tak...

I guess you boys

ain't goin' far now,

so get down

to the end of the street.

We can cover the Ridge

and this end of town,

and get him out of here!

Watch them.

Alright, Jake,

get in that chair.

Let go of him! Let go!

Ortero!

Move over to the house...

Cross cover there.

Stay there!

You ain't gonna be

needin' this, are you?

Oh, Jake, I can't!

Oh, Peggy, get a knife.

Where?

Burke... there's one in his belt.

Stay low!

You ain't gonna

hit nobody that way.

Stay close behind me.

That's far enough, Jake.

Inside.

Ortero!

That's the last of 'em.

Move.

Well, did you say a few

words over the boys?

Yeah... good-bye.

Very touching.

Alright, Jake. Now's the time.

Where is it?

Right up there.

I should have known.

Now, look, Jake,

if you're stalling again...

Wouldn't be much of a stall.

Let's go.

This is it.

Here?

How long is it gonna take you?

I buried it pretty deep.

How deep?

3 or 4 feet.

Well, get goin'.

What'd you bury that in,

or is all that money

going to be rotted?

I buried your whole saddlebag.

Well, dig it up!

Toss him the shovel.

Just...

Just what did you

hope to accomplish by...

Runnin' off and buryin' this?

Why didn't you just

come to me and say,

"Clint, I'm quittin' "?

Why didn't you do that?

Got to loosen this up

with somethin'.

You never give up, do you?

Now, there's the chance

you've been waitin' for, Jake.

The only question is...

Do you want to die now...

Or in a few minutes?

How you doin' there?

Go ahead...

You might pull it off.

You sure couldn't have been

in much of a hurry that day,

burying it down that deep.

I don't understand it.

How come you buried it so...

Get 'em up, both of you.

I guess I forgot about that one.

Guess you did.

Drop your gun belt, Clint.

You too, ortero.

Now, wait a minute.

Not so fast, Jake.

That thing's been buried

for over a year.

You don't really think

it's going to shoot, do you?

We can find out if you want to.

Now, look, Jake...

You're bluffin'

and we both know it.

Am I?

Alright! So it does shoot!

All you'll win is

a tie for first place.

You know I'd get you

before I'd die.

Neither of us know that.

You ain't sure it'll fire.

You're not sure it won't.

How about those gun belts?

Alright, ortero.

Pick 'em up, Peggy.

Ortero, go get the horses.

Peggy, you go with him.

What are you going to do?

Come on, Peggy.

Please, Jake,

don't bother with him.

He can't hurt us now!

I just want to talk

to him alone.

Start walking, ortero.

What do I do, Clint?

He's holdin' the gun.

Do what he says.

Hey, Jake,

you ain't gonna keep me

in suspense, are you?

What about?

About whether...

That thing would have

fired or not.

Well, on the other hand,

it might have gone off

like a Cannon.

Then think how silly

I would have looked.

Go on, Peggy. I'll

be down in a minute.

Jake, please be careful.

Go on, Peggy.

Well...

What happens now?

Are you gonna shoot me down

like a dirty dog?

I wouldn't do it like

this and you know it.

Yeah, that's what I always

liked about you, Jake.

You're real fair and square.

Now that I'm holding the gun,

you're willing to give me

my honor back, Clint?

That makes us even again.

Should be easy

to settle the rest.

Wait here until I get back.

Let's settle it now.

Wait here.

Sure, Jake...

Seein' as you got

my gun, my knife...

You're pretty safe to

leave me sittin' on my honor,

and you take your time, Jake.

Take your time.

I'll be here.

We are leaving now,

aren't we, Jake?

That's right, Peggy.

Ortero!

Pick up some loose guns.

Mount up, Peggy.

Ortero...

You've got to get her

back home for me.

If he was dead,

would that make any

difference to you?

A threat? A promise?

I don't know.

Alright, Jake.

I'll take the chance.

Leave Clint's horse there.

No!

No, Jake.

You can't go back.

We're safe now.

Trust me to do what

I have to do, Peggy.

If you go back there,

he's going to kill you.

No, Jake, please!

Please don't go back!

Well...

I see she's on her way.

How about a smoke?

Oh, come on...

It might be your last...

Or mine.

Either way, you can't lose?

Tell me somethin', Clint.

Sure.

If things had worked out

the way you planned,

were you going to give me a gun

or just... Shoot me in the back?

Well, that's,

that's an interesting

question, Jake...

I'd say I was going

to give you a gun.

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