Torrid Zone Page #9

- But all I did was trip...

- I realize it wasn't your fault...

...but you can't laugh off

a cracked head. Sorry.

All this girl did was get off a boat

she didn't want to sail on.

- Wasn't her fault the sailor got in the way.

- None of your business. Go to the States.

I'll figure out this thing the best way I can.

Where they got Rosario parked?

- In the storehouse. This girl...

- What's the use of talking about it?

If the fella pulls through,

I'll do the best I can for Miss Donley.

But if he dies...

Well, we gotta get moving.

Go on, pick up Rosario.

And don't lose him this time.

Seor Case, you don't have to worry.

If I was only a goat.

Rosario, this time, you will not escape.

Put out your hands.

Civilization.

They grow beautiful tomatoes and put them

in the can so nobody can get at them.

Now, I can hang my head again.

You did a good job, Rodriguez.

And now, one last favor, please.

Maybe, perhaps I could have a cigarette.

You are the most expensive prisoner

I ever had. All the time, borrowing.

But from now on,

you don't want any more smokes.

Maybe, perhaps a match, huh?

Hold your hands up.

Seor, seor.

- What do you want?

- I want the hands up, thank you, please.

- Mind if I have one for the road?

- No, not at all, Miss Donley.

- Not at all. How about you, Nick?

- No.

- Well, here's one for Uncle Stevie.

- Make that a double mickey.

- He'd make the mickey sick.

- Hey, Nick.

- There may be a way out for this gal.

- What is it now?

You know that thought you mentioned

to me outside, "Forget I ever saw her"?

- lf you wanna make a deal with me...

- Kiss an alligator, not gonna hook me.

Forget I mentioned it.

Probably couldn't be arranged anyway.

- Where do you think you're going?

- New York, maybe Chicago.

Make it New York.

- But, Nick, aren't you going to Chicago?

- Sure.

Oh, I get it, you finally stepped down

to your own level.

That's still three floors above you.

You be quiet.

Nick, please, you promised.

Going on a trip?

Yes, a long one.

I'm going back to the States with Nick.

You're going back to the States,

but not with me.

- Nick, please.

- He got wise to you quicker than I did.

I don't have to take insults from you.

You'll take anything I wanna give you.

You stay until I'm ready to leave.

As a matter of fact, you're ready right now.

You're fired.

I have a contract.

- You had a contract. I'm paying you in full.

- You won't have anybody here...

Wally will take over. Fine young fellow.

Conscientious, loyal and hard worker.

- Wally can't...

- What are you worried about?

That's all behind you now.

Hello, Sam, have two cops at the train.

We're leaving, got Rosario and the girl.

Have a check for Anderson, he's through.

Book passage for Butler

on the Arcadia, he's through too.

Oh, and listen, Sam, how about Daniels?

Fellow with the cracked head, how is he?

Oh, he's fine, he's right here.

You wanna talk to him?

Sinking fast, huh?

Well, that's too bad.

Well, if anything happens before I get there,

just send flowers.

Too bad, kid, you're in a tough spot.

Anderson, why aren't you packing?

Throw a few things in a bag,

we'll send the rest down.

Where's Rodriguez?

He's supposed to have Rosario here.

But Rosario is here, seor.

- What is this?

- This is a putting up of the hands.

Up, everybody.

Now, seor,

you see the tables are inside out.

Hey, Nick.

Here's that 900 bucks I owe you.

I knew it would take something like this

to get it out of you.

Very nice. I save this for a rainstorm.

- Don't say I never paid you.

- What do you think you're gonna do?

To you, Seor Butler, nothing.

And you know why?

Because this beautiful girl,

she love you.

Why, I don't know, but she says she do.

- Let's get to business. What do you want?

- I wanna do the right thing for this girl.

You, Seor Case,

want to put her in jail, so I shoot you.

You, seora, are fooling around

with the wrong man.

You make my beautiful friend

very unhappy.

I shoot you too.

You, I shoot on general convenience.

- You can't bluff me, Rosario.

- I don't bluff you, I only shoot you.

Rosie, you'll never get

your land back this way.

I'll never get it back anyway.

Maybe, perhaps you can get it.

Yes, seorita, I give the land to you

for a wedding present.

And if Seor Butler don't treat you right,

I come back and I put him in it.

Seor Case, seor, Seora Anderson,

line up there, quick.

- You'll be shot for this, Rosario.

- Somebody's always shooting at me.

Now I shoot at somebody else.

- You can't pull this stuff, Rosario.

- Careful, Seor Butler.

Don't stretch our new friendship

out of shape.

Let him have it, Rodriguez!

- There's a horse. Beat it. Give me a show.

- Thank you, seor.

I'll see you again, maybe, perhaps.

- Nick.

- You're shot.

- What?

- You're shot.

- What's the big idea?

- Shut up and start groaning.

- What happened to her?

- A bullet got her.

Bad?

I don't know. We can't leave her like this.

You'll have to stay till I can move her to jail.

- Is that deal you mentioned good?

- Stop getting sentimental.

Stay till I get a doctor,

then move her to jail.

Answer my question. Is it still on?

Well, if that's the way you feel about it.

Maybe I can cover up for her.

- I'll stay.

- Thattaboy, Nick, I knew you'd see it right.

I'll send a doctor

as soon as I get to town.

Seor, he escaped.

- Is that so?

- Well, didn't you understand?

- He said Rosario escaped.

- We'll have to get him sometime.

Quit bothering me, go to the train.

Can't hold up everything for you.

Go on, go ahead, you too, Mrs. Anderson.

Get going, move, you heard me, move.

- Well, listen, Rosario escaped.

- Yeah, you said that, go ahead.

All right, kid. I'll get the doctor right away

and you'll feel better.

I'm sure I will,

with Dr. Butler's treatment.

- How do you feel?

- It hurts.

Yeah, it must. You better let me at it.

- Oh, not now, Nick.

- Why not?

It's too serious for first aid.

The doctor has to fix it.

Thanks for staying, Nick.

It'd be terrible to be sick here without you.

It would, huh?

Get up off there, you phony.

Hey, what's the idea?

There was only one bullet fired

and I caught it.

Oh, Nick.

You and your 14-carat:

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