The Outrage Page #5

our lovely garden, Mr..."

Whatever his name was.

Always managing somehow

to end up in the dark spots.

- Whispering and giggling.

- Giggling?

Yes, giggling, and kissing,

and hallelujahing in the honeysuckle.

- Mr. Wakefield.

- Talk about Southern hospitality.

Well, I've never been so insulted

in all my life.

Oh, you can stop acting

the great lady now.

I'm your husband, remember?

I know where you come from

and what you are.

I've tried all this time to hide it

from the world to preserve my good name.

Good name,

that's all you ever think about.

You and your pismire name.

I should've thought about it

before I married you.

You snob, you damn snob.

Silencio, both of you.

I don't like this big argumento.

It remind me of my mother and father.

How I get in the middle

of this thing, anyway?

That breeze.

Having nice quiet siesta.

This stinking breeze.

- Forget the whole thing.

- Wait, how can we forget it?

- It never happen.

- But it did happen.

We... You can't leave us like this together.

You heard the things he said.

How hateful he's being.

Our marriage is ruined.

Seora, you cooked the pot of tamales,

I just pick up the lid.

- Oh, please.

- And don't follow me.

People follow me make me very nervioso.

Let him go.

Haven't you

cheapened yourself enough already?

There she goes again.

Always they do it.

It's been like that from the beginning,

always keeling over.

I never know

whether she's playing possum or not.

How can you live

with a woman like that?

Oh, it was the face that trapped me.

I thought I could

make something out of her, but...

It's imposible.

There's nothing you can do

with this poor white trash.

Poor white trash.

Poor white trash.

I guess that's what I am.

But the world is full of trash.

High fancy trash and low filthy trash.

Now hold your tongue, woman.

My dear husband, my lover, my hero.

All that mushmouth talk

about your precious honor.

Back home, sure, you waved it around

like the Confederate flag.

You even challenged a man once...

...when he said his hound dog

was better than yours.

And what has this lout done to you?

Stuck a pistol in your back, tied you up,

raped your wife right in front of your eyes.

And you, do you shoot him down like a dog,

tear him to shreds?

No, it's all my fault.

I led him on.

I'm a slut.

You sanctimonious fraud.

I thought I was giving you

one last chance to be a man...

...but I might've known better!

I've lived with you, slept with you.

I've seen you shake all over in a cold sweat

and held your head while you vomited...

...before you rode off to battle

with your horse prancing...

...and the band playing Dixie.

Yes, we both know

why you won't fight, don't we?

You're a big, 14-karat coward.

Coward, coward!

- Enough.

- Who says so?

Me, Carrasco.

Oh, yes, the famous Carrasco.

I've known about you for a long time.

When I heard all those stories...

...about your romantic escapades,

your savageness, your daring...

...something inside of me

always went limp and fluttery.

Today, when you took me

like I had no will of my own...

...I loathed you and loved you.

I prayed you'd be the one

who'd tear me away...

...from this make-believe life

I've been living.

But no, you were willing enough

to murder my husband...

...when he was tied hand and foot.

But when he was standing there

with a gun in his hand...

...your burning passion for me vamoosed,

and you can't wait to vamoose after it.

You're just a small tinhorn imitation

of yourself.

A name without a body.

A nothing.

Nothing, huh?

Vomited, did I?

Fair duel.

In the open.

- Draw when ready.

- Shoot to kill.

Right.

Ten paces.

One, two, three...

...four, five, six...

...seven, eight, nine...

Wait.

Ten.

- Why don't you draw?

- Why don't you draw?

Ready?

Now, don't stand there

in the open like that.

- Get behind the tree.

- You might get hurt.

That's more than I can say

for either of you.

All right, just stand there

and get shot full of holes, for all I care.

Wait.

Seor, please, por favor.

Please...

But you are gentleman, coronel.

I tripped.

You like to think people are big.

Big heroes, big villains,

big something or other.

But no, this is the way they are.

Little pipsqueaks.

Just plain selfish, cowardly, rotten.

And not even honest about it.

Still can't figure out

why they all lied at the trial yesterday.

Like I said,

people see what they wanna see...

...and they say what they wanna hear.

There's your miracle, holy man.

You asked for it, didn't you?

At last, we got the truth by the tail.

Never be afraid of the truth.

Lay off him, can't you?

You have to hammer away

at him all the time?

Well, it's no skin off my behind.

Now look, sooner or later,

you fellas gotta stop kidding yourselves.

You know, to me, the truth is like

that little ball under the three shells.

Now you see it, now you don't.

Lies, well, they're just balloons

full of hot air.

It's fun sticking pins in them

just to hear them pop.

Well, I'll be a cockeyed cornball.

Here, here, here, little fella.

Come. You come to me.

Now, now, now.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- A baby, here.

Yeah, somebody's little bastard probably.

Here. Hold it a second, will you?

What have we got here?

- What you doing?

- Give me that child.

Man, don't get your bowels

in an uproar, will you?

All I want is this here dough.

- You're lower than I thought.

- Somebody's gonna swipe it.

- Might as well be me.

- I ought to break your neck.

- A human coyote, that's what you are.

- Oh, yeah?

What would you call

its mommy and daddy?

They had a little joy ride,

and then dumped the result...

...like so much garbage.

If I'm a coyote, what are they?

What would you know

about parents and kids?

What's there to know? Sometimes they

dump you, sometimes you dump them.

This isn't a newborn infant.

It must be six or seven months old.

The agonies the parents must've gone

through doing a thing like this.

Oh, now, please.

I've had enough sob stories for one day.

- That money was left for the kid.

- No, go soak your hair.

- Give it to me, I say.

- Leave me alone, rube.

Let me have it now.

I'll get the sheriff after you.

Get him. Go ahead and get the sheriff.

There's a few things

I can tell him about you.

Yes, you.

So you damn well better leave me alone.

I've been going easy on you.

- Easy?

- Yes, very easy, my friend.

My good, honest, sweet-smelling friend.

Considering you're a lying hypocrite

like the rest of them.

How the hell can anybody believe

your damn story?

It's just as phony as the other three.

- What are you talking about?

- He knows well enough.

Ask him.

Go ahead and ask him.

Where the hell is that dagger

the man was killed with?

That fancy one

with all them jewels in the handle.

Hm? The sheriff

and nobody else could find it.

What happened? The squirrels get it?

- Did it walk away?

- I don't know.

You don't know? Just look at that face.

The old Injun said it, remember?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes