Two Mules for Sister Sara Page #4

My faith in God will turn it to water.

We'd better hurry. I've never seen a train blown to hell before.

(Horse whinnies )

(Shouts command)

- Get out of my line of fire, Sister. - Can you kill them all with that?

Put it away. These are Yaquis.

They're wild and pagan but the Church has reached some of them.

Can you get on your horse?

I think so. I think so.

Then tell me when you're on it.

Be very careful not to show any pain or weakness.

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

- You must stop that. Are you on? - (Weakly) I'm on.

(Speaking in Yaquis language )

- (Shouts order) - (Men shouting)

(Hogan ) # Yes, I killed a man one day, so they say

# I beat him on the head and I left him there for dead

# Yes, I left him there for dead, damn his eyes #

Oh, you got the moss. That'll stop the flesh putrefying.

- What should I do with it? - I'll take you through step by step.

First, I got to get drunker than hell. (Coughing)

- How long since I got hit? - You asked me that ten minutes ago.

- What was your answer? - About an hour.

All right. I want you to cut a groove in the shaft of this arrow

just deep enough for a good pinch of gunpowder.

Gunpowder?

Gunpowder, that's right.

That'll cauterise the insides, they tell me.

I don't know if this arrow...

is near my heart but I don't think so.

Some women have said my heart ain't exactly...

in the right place.

All right, start cutting

and don't worry if I yell a little bit.

Come on, my beautiful Sister who saved my damn life

from those damn Yaquis.

You don't want me to lose my deal now, do you?

(Grunting)

# And the parson, he did come, he did come... #

This ain't such a nice song

but it's the only one I know well enough I can sing drunk.

- I don't care what you sing. - You got a beautiful character.

Anyway, it's about a Protestant parson, not a Catholic one.

# And the parson, he did come, he did come

# And he looked so bloody glum, as he talked of kingdom come

# Well, he can kiss my ruddy bum

# Damn his eyes #

I need another bottle.

More whiskey.

That's the last bottle you got.

Last one?

Oh, that's bad news, Sister.

I'm sorry I can't share any with you but you've got to have a steady hand.

# The sheriff, he did come too, he came too

# Yes, the sheriff, he came too, he came too

# The sheriff, he came too

# With his men all dressed in blue

# Lord, they were a bloody crew

# Damn their eyes #

- There, finished. - That's not bad. Not bad.

- You're married to a carpenter. - Now what?

Cut the shaft off right there.

- Cut it? - Yep.

# Now it's up the rope I'll go

# Yes, it's up the rope I'll go, up I'll go

# And those bastards down below

# They'll say, Sam, we told you so

# Sam, we told you so

# Damn their eyes #

May I break it?

All right. How much time's gone by?

- Over an hour. - Oh, that damn train.

That train is on its way, I know it is.

Remember what I told you about accidents?

We didn't have to run across those damn Yaquis but we did.

No miracle, just a rotten, lousy accident

that's gonna cost me my whole deal.

Get me up straight. Get me up straight.

You are a beautiful woman, Sister Sara.

You feel like a beautiful woman, you smell like beautiful woman.

- Please, Mr Hogan. - I can't help thinking,

that first time I saw you and you were almost naked...

- You must forget that. - I can't, my beautiful Sister.

I don't want to forget.

Every night when we bed down next to each other I think of you that way

and I want to reach out and touch you and hold you and feel you.

I forgive you because I know that if you weren't drunk...

Maybe. Maybe so.

But you can't stop a man from wishing.

I sure wish you weren't a nun.

Please, Mr Hogan.

All right.

Get me some gunpowder out of my saddle bag.

Don't come near me till I tell you.

Pour some in your hand...

and leave the pouch there.

Fill the groove. Fill the groove.

That's fine.

All right, now comes the hard part.

Cos we gotta time this perfect.

As soon as I light the powder,

you drive the arrow through me and pull it out the other side.

What do I hit it with?

Take the knife, put the flat part over the end...

and hit it with the gun.

And please, Sister Sara,

please hit it a straight blow, not a glancing one, huh?

What if I don't hit it straight?

The hell with that, my beautiful Sister.

The arrow will break off inside me.

Now, I know you're an A- gravedigger but...

All right. What do I do with the moss?

Plug the holes both sides.

Push it in about a half-inch.

All right.

One last swallow and it's up to you, Doc.

- Prayin' for me? - Yes.

Well, then I must be drunk enough.

Damn my eyes, I find that kind of touchin'.

One last thing, Sister.

The powder will flare up when I light it, so watch yourself.

Now, you can load up the animals.

We'll be on our way as soon as you get this stick out of me.

Ready?

(Grunts in pain )

Ooh.

Mr Hogan!

Mr Hogan... Mr Hogan, remember the train with the French supplies.

You have to blow it up.

- How long since I been hit? - Hours.

What?

- You fell unconscious. - Why didn't you wake me up?

- I thought you were... - You thought. The hell you thought.

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