Vooruzhyon i ochen opasen (Armed and Very Dangerous) Page #4

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I'm so awfully lonesome.

No one loves me.

And could you love me?

Everyone got his bit of love

- beggars, vagabonds. I'm sure.

And I, Peter Damphy, am so lonely.

Master!

What do you want?

I rode all the way here.

Today in the morning, on

Conroy's lot of land...

Incredible!

This is worth millions

of dollars! This is oil!

And it is mine! And, Julie,

you're gonna help me with it.

Take the best horses, Julian.

You'll take the would-be Mrs.

Conroy to Saint-Joe settlement.

Now you'll be singing

for me every day.

No way, Gabriel.

You don't like this thing? I asked

Damphy to get the most costly one.

I like all you do, but,

please, don't ask me to sing.

I'm trying to erase

the past from my memory.

Okay, Julie. As you wish.

But this is the hell

of crap. Did you get me?

Mrs. and Mr. Conroy.

Mr. and Mrs. Conroy.

And if you hate this

piano, I'll throw it away.

Forget it, it costs a real fortune!

Damphy says that we

make 20 dollars a minute.

And that's just the beginning!

I'll go check how they're pumping

our millions out of the earth.

Hey, pal, do you know

where Mr. Conroy is?

Mr. Conroy? No, I never heard of him.

But if you need your friend Gabriel

Conroy, you're looking at him.

What's wrong? You got ruined while I

was getting here from the settlement?

Today I'm way richer

than I was yesterday.

And tomorrow, I'll be

way richer than today.

Let's go.

Don't tell Julie

that you saw me here.

What have you been doing all this

time? -Looking for the murderers.

Sure. Don't think I've

forgotten about it, Henry.

Yeah... You look

handsome in this jacket.

I don't care if all my

riches burn down to ashes.

My top priority is Julie's happiness.

Happiness can't be measured

by the amount of dollars.

Sorry for bothering you, master.

Have you all gone nuts?

When we were caught in a blizzard and

I carried you, as your legs were frozen,

you didn't call me "master", right?

Okay, chill it. Basically,

that's not the point.

There's word there'll be new

oil wells on our lots, okay?

What?!

Yeah. And we were ordered

to get out of here.

And you didn't shoot the bastard

who came up with this idea?

No, we didn't.

I don't recognize you. But why?!

For the sole reason that this bastard

happens to be you, Gabriel.

That's what they told us.

If you can think back to a single

incident when I acted like a bastard

or a betrayer, you

may blow out my brains.

So?!

Go look for your gold.

No one will hurt you.

Did you get me?

So you kept on searching

for Fleming's killers?

Right, and I think I've

tracked down one of them.

So? Who is he?

Peter Damphy.

Never drink before lunch, pal.

Drink as much as you wish while you eat,

but never drink on an empty stomach...

I didn't drink. This is

all very serious. Watch out.

Peter Damphy is an honest American and

my friend. More than a friend, I'd say.

You'll see it today.

I, Joshua Starbottle,

a lawyer and a notary,

validate that as of today

Mr. Gabriel Conroy

and Mr. Peter Damphy enter into

an agreement, declaring them

legal partners and co-owners

of the Saint-Joe oil field.

Did you get me?

Mister Damphy will be held

liable for oil extraction,

refining, transportation and product

sales, covering all these expenses,

while Mister Conroy is obliged

to allow him to carry out

oil search and new wells

drilling on his lots of land.

Wait! On all the lots apart from those

where my guys are prospecting for gold.

I talked to the prospectors.

They gave their consent.

And I object to it! Add

this point to the agreement.

In big letters and put

the exclamatory mark!

Mister Damphy will be upset.

No way. Peter will understand me.

Go on, lawyer. What else is there?

In case of unstipulated

circumstances,

like someone's sudden death, all the rights

are handed over to the immediate heirs

of the partners and co-owners,

namely to their wives:

Mrs. Conroy and Mrs. Damphy.

Sign up here, please.

Congratulations, Mr. Conroy.

I've always said that rich

people must stick together.

So? Are you happy?

When I die, you won't fall.

Cut it out. Don't die, please.

Okay. I'll try.

So, Henry, what will you say? Ah?

Wake me up. What have you done?!

This is what Julie

wanted. And she is right.

Business is not in my line. Damphy is

an expert. So let him deal with oil.

As for Julie and me, we'll just

live quietly and happily from now on.

Can I speak at least to God

without you sticking around?

No, you can't, senora.

Neither to God, nor to the devil.

I got orders not to leave

you alone with any men.

In this case I will

pray to Holy Maria,

so that she will help

me to run away from you.

She won't help you.

I wouldn't think so. I'll ask her

to turn you into a rock, bastard,

to make you blind and deaf-mute!

Move it! Go! Go!

Go!

Get a load of it! This is Charlie!

And I took you for a ghost.

I could've easily become one.

Forgive them, they're like kids

and are just happy to have any fun.

I can offer your kids

something way more exciting.

That's why I've come here.

- I won't let you in!

- But I must see him!

Why is this woman here? She

caused you enough pain as it is.

Leave us alone, mother.

Why did you come? We are not to

meet anymore, Dolores. Sit down.

I found out that you're hiding

at your wet-nurse's house.

So what?

Joe told me that your

friends are in big danger.

I'm sorry, but I quitted this game.

Though I'm with Damphy, I

want to stop him making evil.

Get back home.

You taught me that we can always

achieve justice in this life.

Right, if life is

long enough for that.

- And if we are together?

- Cut it out, Dolores.

I don't want it.

Okay, I'll get back home.

But if you love me,

you'll come after me.

I'm totally fine now.

No, you're not fine.

You feel as bad as I do.

I told Peter everything,

you know! Everything!

Jack, we're destined to be together.

I can't stay with him

any longer, I love you.

We'll drive these dirty prospectors

out of these lots right away.

No, don't touch Conroy so

far. This is Damphy's order.

He can't order me. Never. He

can only ask me. Remember it.

What do you have against Peter?

My master proposed to him to team-up.

But he turned this offer down.

And my master is

very touchy, you know.

And who's your master?

Doesn't matter, but he's worth

Wow!

And maybe he'd like to adopt

me, huh? I'm an obedient kid.

Didn't you strike it rich, after

Damphy conned Conroy into it?

I'm as poor as Jove from the Bible.

Hypocrisy, my son, is

the worst of the sins.

He pays me the manager's

salary, and not a penny more.

Too bad! And he himself has this

oil pumped directly to the bank.

Look, talk to your master. I'm

sick and tired of being penniless.

And I got some information on Damphy.

If someone shows you the other

half, do as this guy commands.

And he won't hurt you.

This is for certain.

- Where's Conroy?

- He's sleeping.

Does he know what's about to happen?

- Sure.

Ask him to close his eyes

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