The Outrage Page #4

- He was...

- He was what?

- Nothing.

- What are you sweating about?

- Nothing, I tell you.

- Ah, shame on you.

I bet you got a juicy little tidbit

you're not sharing with us.

No, I ain't. I don't know nothing.

Nothing? Just that a dead man lied.

Two dead men, that's all.

You've been holding out.

- I swear...

- Well, you swear pretty easy.

Just now, yesterday in court.

But you must have seen the dead man

while he was still alive.

And the woman and the bandit.

He must have seen the whole darn show.

Why?

- Why didn't you speak out at the trial?

- I'm a poor man.

Is truth a luxury for the rich?

- I don't wanna get tangled up in all that.

- But you are tangled up.

Every time justice blunders, it's someone

like you who cries out for help...

...who rots in every jail,

who hangs from every rope.

What kind of a fool are you

to sit back and not lift a finger...

...when you could clear up

the whole thing? Don't you see?

In all that confusion,

one of those three people...

...one of them

must have been telling the truth.

No.

No?

What do you mean?

None of their stories were true.

They lied, all of them.

Now, look here, gentlemen...

...I've slickered and swindled this country

from one end to the other.

But for pure artistry...

...I've never encountered a piece

of leg-pulling to top this one.

The way he sat there

with that poker face...

...and the ace of spades up his sleeves.

- I told you, I didn't wanna...

Go on, say it.

You didn't wanna get tangled up.

- I was wrong, I guess.

- Wrong?

You were thinking of your own skin,

you knucklehead.

Now, what's wrong with that?

Don't listen to his bull.

Justice is gonna keep on blundering,

no matter what you do.

- So don't forget to duck is all I say.

- Leave him alone.

You and your holy palaver.

Have you ever been clobbered

by a sheriff's gunbutt?

Or fought off an army of bedbugs

in one of those prison cells?

Oh, sure, it's easy enough to talk big

in the cozy shelter of a parsonage.

- I'm not looking for any shelter.

- What the hell are you looking for?

Here you are, running away, because

this world you live in makes you puke.

You're flabbergasted because three people

tell a few whoppers in a court of law.

- They must've had some reason.

- Sure they had.

- You tell people what to believe.

- No. There must be a better answer.

Still hoping for some heavenly toilet water

to sprinkle down and hide the stink.

You were running away, preacher.

Well, keep on running is my advice.

They're fresh out of miracles.

Maybe the miracle is here. Now.

What?

Maybe it's you.

Here now, wait a minute,

wait a minute, my friend, wait.

This place, the storm, the three of us

meeting here, the train being late.

Was it coincidence?

Why did we tell you

the whole horrible thing that happened?

I don't know.

But just look.

In spite of your mockery and laughter...

...or because of it, the truth

has come out in the open at last.

- The real truth.

- The real truth at last.

Oh, great and divine blabbermouth,

this is your big moment.

You know, the celestial spotlight

is shining down upon thee.

Little pink cherubim

are hovering around your noggin.

- I don't think...

- Come now.

The heavenly prompter

will guide you word for word.

- Never be afraid of the truth.

- No.

All right.

I was heading for the glade

and suddenly, I heard voices.

And there they was, all three of them.

The husband was tied to a tree.

And the wife?

- She was fixing her hair.

- Fixing her hair?

Of course.

What else would a dame be doing?

And Carrasco?

He was on his knees.

Carrasco, the Border Wolf, on his knees?

Oh, I'm gonna like this story.

Please.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I don't know how is other way to say it.

I am sorry.

How to make you understand?

Since I was a little boy, all the time...

...I watch these ladies of the fine family

pass by in their shiny carriages.

Oh, they are so beautiful, so elegante,

like a Santa Maria in the church.

No.

You look to me.

It is Carrasco. The famous Carrasco.

I am on my knees, I am begging.

Please, come with me and be my woman.

Leave me be.

Why you no say yes?

Maybe you afraid, because I bandido?

I give it up. No more bandido.

- I swear to God.

- Since when did you believe in God?

Since when? Since all my life.

Who you think pardon my sin

when I do the bad thing?

Who you think save me

from the rope 20 times?

Oh, go away.

Maybe you think I got no money, huh?

Seora, I got so much bags of money,

I forgot where I hide it all.

Oh, and other things.

Rings on the tiaras...

...gold, silver,

dresses for a queen, jewels.

There is one diamond.

It is so big, like my fist.

It hurt your eyes to look at.

When I give it you, it look bella.

- It hang down from...

- Don't you touch me.

Ei-ei-ei-ei!

How you expect this fine lady...

...she going to dirty herself

with these stolen jewels and money?

Then she would not be this fine lady.

If that the way it got to be, I do it.

I go to work.

Throw away this dirty money,

and I make clean money.

I don't know how, but I work.

I sweat for you.

I make you happy,

if just you be Carrasco's lady.

The audacity,

even to suggest a thing like that.

Please.

Oh, take your hands off me.

Don't be silly.

- I make you so happy.

- No, stop it, I'II...

My dress.

What you've done.

- Well, I buy you new dress.

- This is a new dress.

I buy you hundred dresses.

- This is the second time I've worn it. Look.

- Well, to hell with your dress.

To hell with the dress. To hell with you.

If you don't do what I say,

I'm going to beat you.

- I'm going to kill you.

- You wouldn't dare.

You're asking the impossible.

I cannot do what you say.

I have a husband.

I promised to love, honor, and obey him,

till death do us part.

- Death going to part you right now.

- No.

Why not? It's most simple way.

A lady isn't impressed with a simple way.

She only looks up to a man

who's willing to fight for her.

You mean, fight a duel?

I don't want to play fancy games

with this gringo coronel.

Hey, seora.

Hey, seora.

Hey?

There. Now it's up to both of you.

Don't be afraid. I have no intention

of shooting it out with you.

Afraid, me?

Where I come from,

we don't engage in dueling...

...unless there's a point of honor involved.

- Honor?

What about my honor?

- I've often wondered.

- But I've just been violated.

I struggled, he was just too strong.

My dear wife, I may have been gagged,

but I wasn't blindfolded.

- Well, what could I do?

- Nothing, I suppose, being what you are.

- What do you mean, what I am?

- What you are and what you always will be.

A slut, poor white trash.

So that's the reward I get

for being faithful and true all these years.

- Faith...?

- Poor white trash?

Faithful?

Do you think I'm a half-wit?

All that flirting with everything in pants

that crossed our threshold.

You weren't clever enough

to be discreet about it.

"Oh, you simply must see

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