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that if they want to get to this

town, they got to go through him.

Sure Ben, sure. And I'm just a tired

old jello. See you. Thanks, Shakey.

Any time, Chief.

You got the feeling somethings burning?

Hell, it always smells

like that around here.

Oh, get out I hear.

Aaron, good morning.

You sure have made a

difference in this town.

You got my heartiest congratulations!

- This is business.

- Well, how can I help you?

I'd like a personal loan,

$10,000, short-term.

Well, fine.

- Alright, here we go. Excuse me.

- I got one of those.

Well, there is nothing

on here with your name.

Well, I figured that name

ought to be worth $10,000.

- Well, bank policy requires that we...

- Hey, bull squash, Homer.

What about all that difference

I made in this town?

I'm sorry, Mr. Arnold,

but that's impossible.

- What's impossible?

- We just don't keep that kind of money.

Whatever kind you all keep

will be just fine with me.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, that... well that's

the payroll for Elk Hills.

See we just have that here for transport

to the pay office out in the field.

So it's not impossible.

Perhaps if your brother would co-sign.

Come here, Homer.

Let me show you what

kind of town you living in.

- Crazy fool.

- Yeah it's crazy.

That fool could shut down AJ...

and can hit a...

Don't think of that as a loan application,

think of it as an insurance policy.

Are you threatening me?

Sign it!

After all it ain't your money, is it?

- Well, I'll have to know the terms.

- What?

- When will you pay it back?

- Oh, soon. How's that? Soon.

I'll give you the money.

I knew we could work something out.

You owe us a $100 per week.

That's right, otherwise somebody

might take a little gas here.

You know what I mean?

People can get poison from food.

If you can manage hold it under $10

a week, I might be interested, buddy boy.

Hit the road buster, we got a cop

here that dreams of guys like you.

You see the cops here can't do it all.

So we're helping them out.

I think you want us on your side.

Need I say any more?

I don't know why you telling me for,

Homer. Why don't you go tell Harry Lee?

No, no. I think that would

be a mistake at this time.

You did authorise Aaron's loan, didn't you?

Well, yes.

I don't know what else I can tell you.

Kick it over, Ben.

Anybody get their license?

I was born with the

deck cards in my hand.

That's very unusual.

- How you doing?

- Well, come on in.

I'm staying.

You won.

- You act like we never won before.

- Oh, I never have.

- Hi, I'm Peaches.

- Hey, watch it.

- Keep them going.

- When you want me to play?

Here, play what's in the jukebox.

If you have to sing along,

do it in the ladies.

- I think we better go. We've won enough.

- Is she your sister?

Just friend.

Hit me.

Hit me.

What's the matter? Are you crazy?

It's coming from the middle.

Pay him.

- Max. You're fired.

- Just only doing my job.

You interested in some better stakes?

- No, Paul, let's go.

- Hey, go ahead.

- Yeah, I'm interested.

- Follow me.

Peaches, come get his drinks and his chips.

- You're good at blackjack.

- Gotta warn you.

I'm on a lifetime winning streak.

It started when I was...

Get up.

Hey Aaron, how's it going?

We're on the same side.

Get him out of here.

- Aaron...

- Shut up.

- What are you doing?

- What are you doing? He was winning.

Listen killer, I got this place covered.

Every time you beat

up some guest he's

winning, that means he

ain't gonna come back.

Just let me go, Aaron, huh.

If there's another time that you feel

like you got to lay in on somebody,

let the police do the hitting.

We can get away with it.

Alright that was dumb.

But you hurt me, Aaron. You hurt me.

That was dumb.

How much money you make tonight?

$5000 in the first hour.

See what I mean you dummy?

You don't want to do that sh*t.

What?

I'm not doing anything with an

M-66 anti-tank weapon. Why?

...like hell. I didn't order nothing.

I never signed any special order.

Police purchase order? Wait a minute.

I don't seem to have that right now, Webbs.

Let me have it again, will you?

- Reuben, I ain't got all day.

- Hey, lighten up man. I had a bad night.

What hit you? A cement truck?

Just they opened up a speakeasy, I don't

know, Petrol Gulch. Gambling and all that.

Hell, I was winning.

They pulled some sh*t.

Next thing I know, they cha-chaed

on my head out an alley.

Who's they?

Hell, I don't know, but if

Aaron hadn't showed up, I...

- Aaron?

- Yeah, he stopped it.

Sally took me home.

Shoot, I'm sticking to "Let's Make a Deal".

He closed the place?

I don't know, but he

sure slapped them around.

- Aaron knew what was going on in there?

- Yeah, he had to.

- How fast was I going?

- At least under a hundred.

Sh*t Harry, could you lighten up a little.

It's six in the morning.

Can I speak to you a minute, Ben?

I know this is going to

sound a little off the

wall, Ben, but you

know my position here.

Have you got any idea why Aaron

would order up a whole lot of guns,

ammos, explosives and

bulletproof clothings?

No.

- Well, he hadn't even fired a shot.

- I know.

But somebody ordered

a whole ordnance shipment.

Did you ask Aaron?

I thought maybe if you knew something it

would safe me running into with him again.

So you don't if it's him

for sure then, huh.

Damn it Harry. Would you stop

treating Aaron like a criminal.

If you suspect something, just ask him.

You know anything about

a gambling spot opening up?

Just talk. Some kind of private club.

I don't think Aaron has reported anything.

Good shot, Ben.

Two inches high on the

northeast quadrant.

I just came from the restaurant.

Somebody made a

casserole out of my kitchen.

Dumped a whole week supply

of groceries all over the floor.

Had to be that shakedown pimp. The guy

that was trying to sell me protection.

- What guy?

- The same one who gave me this.

Said if we didn't pay,

we'd be in more trouble.

I ain't paying.

I'll feed the place to the hogs first.

Talk to Aaron?

Tell him about this guys?

Aaron is not here to protect us, Ben. He is

here to protect his Honor's ass. Not mine.

- Now Shakey, you know that's not true.

- Sure as hell is.

Now wait a minute.

Aaron's here for all of us.

Then why don't he do something

about the shakedowns, man.

Maybe you knew something we don't.

Maybe you and Aaron...

Go on. Say it.

Everybody else is saying it.

- Maybe you are in on it.

- In on what?

Oh Ben, don't pay any attention to them.

You gonna talk to Aaron or

is it up to me too?

You talk to him, huh.

- What are you doing up here?

- Hiding out. What's happening?

You know old Shakey tells me some

guys been trying to sell him protection.

Shakey. Man, I talk good, man.

He wanted to open a hamburger joint.

I think Shakey just wanted

me to run all his competition off.

- What about Tom Cousy and the Maitlands?

- What about them?

Same thing happened.

Except they worked Tom over.

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