The Paleface Page #5
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- 1948
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But all I can say is that I'm depending on
you more than I depended on anyone else before.
Please. All right. I'll go.
But it's the last time you'll
make a monkey out of me.
And you know that statue you told
me about? Tell them to carve on it...
"Painless Potter:
Schmo. "
I'll be seeing you. You too. Hey, look.
What's that? Some other guy you kissed?
I'll explain later. There's no time
for questions. Please, trust me.
I don't understand this
whole situation- - Please.
All right, I'm goin'. Don't get
the idea that I'm scared or nervous.
Because I'm not.
Who- -
Shh. Shh. Get out of here...
before I sic a mouse on you.
Shh.
Shh.
Hey, they got dynamite-
Joe.
Fool.
Come on, we gotta get this stuff out of
here fast. We're usin' the dentist's wagon...
in case
there's a slipup.
Come on,
hurry it up.
Take it easy.
Reach, you varmints, or
I'll tattoo you the hard way!
Uh-huh. I know all about you and your
dynamite. You were gonna give it to the Indians.
Well, I'm gonna take you down to the sheriff's
office and have a talk about your future.
If any.
Now, get goin'!
Painless Potter
rides again! I- -
And then I found out
that you were captured too.
I'd been meaning to tell you anyway. Hearing
those drums, I figured this was my last chance.
Then it wasn't me
that shot all those Indians?
And I didn't even
shoot Joe?
And any minute
I could have been killed?
Now, I worry.
Sayin' I'm sorry is like spittin'
in your eye, and I'm sayin' it.
Me, a hero?
Boy, I couldn't save a clam
from a bowl of chowder.
I bet I handed you a lot of laughs.
What a sucker I've been. What a boob.
There ain't low enough words
for what I've done to you.
There are now. I just thought
of a couple of new ones.
And all the time, I thought you were about
the finest thing that ever came into my life.
That's what sticks
in my craw.
Painless.
What now?
There's one more thing
I gotta tell you.
I gotta tell you that I love
you. What's this, another laugh?
No. I think youre the kindest,
bravest man I've ever known.
Oh, sure.
And I want to tell you this now because...
we may not get out of this alive.
Yeah, well, if it
hadn't been for you-
Well, what do you know.
What's the matter?
No stars.
Hoo!
Maybe he's-
Hey!
What's the matter? You trying to
dirty my scalp even before you get it?
How.
Not so good.
Me Yellow Feather.
Me chief of tribe.
Me greet
paleface warrior.
Oh! Well, I think you got
the wrong person. She's the-
Yeah. Me very big
paleface warrior.
You strong here.
Yeah, heap big heap.
Paleface more brave
than all white warriors.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Yellow Feather know
you kill 11 his best braves.
Fifteen! Painless, tell him the truth.
Eleven.
That's not what I mean.
Yellow Feather, he didn't have
anything to do with this. I got him-
Ho gon se!
Let her breathe.
Paleface warrior
get much praise.
My tribe
make big honor.
Fine!
Ga on wah sa ah.
Yellow Feather, please! No,
not that! Not to him! Huh?
How!
Yeah, I'll let you know.
I don't know what he said, but it didn't
sound like he was inviting me to a picnic.
What did he say? I'd
rather not talk about it.
Yeah, but I don't like surprises.
Am I gonna get shot by arrows?
Burned at the stake? Boiled
in a pot? Am I getting warm?
Painless, can you take
it? No, but tell me anyway.
Well, with Indians, the bigger hero
you are, the greater the torture.
Yeah, but... what can
they do? What's left?
Well- -
Two trees.
They bend one tree down. Then
they bend the other tree down.
And they tie one of your
legs to this tree. Mine?
And they tie your
other leg to this tree.
Then,
they cut the ropes.
That's me?
If I were a chicken bone,
I could make a wish.
At a time like this,
he has to be off-key.
Don't pull,
you'll get your half.
Soh goth to naugh hon
yah! That's your story.
I think it's time I told you,
I'm not this brave.
Just think, I'll be traveling
east and west at the same time.
Painless!
Painless.
Oh, don't worry, honey.
Maybe in the next world you'll meet two
nice fellas. Look close, they'll both be me.
Let's be fair.
Gee nah!
Ge a deck a da wa!
Nejen eh saw!
Pe ko me Ken!
Wapato medicine bad.
Shame us
with white squaw.
Go. You will not come back.
Ne wah!
Ne wah!
Help! Help!
Help! Help!
Help. Help.
Help. Help.
I better get goin'.
Jane! She's still there. And
it's up to me to save her.
Hold it, impulsive. If those Indians
grab you, you know what'll happen to you.
We don't like that, do we?
What are you, a man or mouse?
I'm not a mouse and I'm not a man. I'm
a dentist. Yeah, but the girl loves you.
Yeah. Yeah,
and I love her too.
But if they get me, my life
won't be worth a plug nickel.
What'll your life
be worth without her?
Oh, now don't get sentimental with
me. Let's look at it logically.
If I go back, those Indians will part my
hair down to my toes. How can that help Jane?
Suit yourself. If you think you
can spend those long evenings...
just thinkin' about how you might have
saved her, it's all right with me.
Oh, stop, stop. I'll go. But don't forget,
I'll always hate you for being stubborn.
Besides, I have to pick up
my other boot.
How! How.
You like to trade? Clothes?
Me take those, huh? Like that?
Why, you!
I got him! I got
him! Ya-hoo-hoo!
How. How. How.
Well, Chief, this completes
our part of the bargain.
You bring long rifles,
dynamite?
An ample supply. All
is in order. Esta exsa.
You low-down, stinkin', coyote!
You're the one I've been lookin' for.
Hold her!
Well- -
That's your federal agent.
What are you gonna do with her?
Burn. Take more than a
governor's pardon to save you now.
Esta exsa!
Come. We talk.
Hubby-hubby.
Hubby-hubby.
# East is east
please don't cry #
# This is your hubby
Painless #
Hubby-hubby.
Hubby-hubby.
Medicine man
come back!
Burn him. Burn him
with white squaw.
Ojesa!
Wapato! Wapato!
Wapato! Wapato!
Wapato!
Wapato.
Ojesta!
Ojesta! Ojesta!
Hey!
Ojesta!
You don't know what you're
doing. Don't worry, I'll save ya.
Who they gonna burn over
there? The medicine man.
Serves him right for practicing
without a license. Ya-hoo!
I got 'em fooled, all right. They think youre
the medicine man they're gonna burn.
Ya!
Ye- ye-
Me?
Don't move.
I'll try to lead 'em away.
Something might work out.
Ojesta!
Ojesta!
Ojesta! Ojesta!
What's the matter
with you?
Why, you crazy Indian!
Sorry, ma'am.
How.
Didn't I tell you
I'd save you.
Boy, it smells like somebody's
been cooking cauliflower in here.
Come on, get out of
here. I'll see ya around.
Jago mick we!
Hey, fellas,
wait for me!
Wa-hoo!
Grab a rifle
and start shootin'!
Yeah.
Give me
one of those guns!
Yes, ma'am. Here, take any size
you want, honey. Why, we'll get-
Get back! It's not safe! Yes, ma'am.
They're walkin'
right into our trap.
A billiard!
Pretty tricky,
those foreigners.
Where's my rifle?
They wanted dynamite, huh?
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