Brothers in Arms Page #2

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that kind of information.

You'd have to speak with the bank

manager, Mr. Hickle, about that.

You know, being that

there are all sorts...

...of unsavory types lurking about...

...dealing with folks such as ourselves

is a much more...

...pleasant situation.

Catch my meaning?

Much obliged, Miss Lorelie.

What--?

But what about your deposit?

l have some other matters

to attend to.

Just two ships merely passing

in the night.

-Bert.

-Yo, Pop.

Why are we still here?

l mean, what are we doing?

For now...

...this is our town, Bert.

Our town makes me sick.

l've changed the name.

Make us more at home.

Every father, Bert...

...lives in the dream...

...that his child will be

greater than himself.

That he will surpass him...

...not just in material things...

...but will in time come to show

more compassion...

...more love, patience...

...than l have been able to show.

Every day...

...you make me lose faith

in that dream.

-What will it be, gents?

-Whiskey all around.

Do you think this a prudent idea?

We gotta wet our whistles

before we hit the trail.

What if somebody recognizes us?

Ain't nobody gonna recognize us.

How you wanna do this?

We're gonna drink up, walk out

and right out of town.

He's right there.

lf we cause a scene,

we're gonna blow the job.

F*** that job.

Easy now, little brother.

Give me the bottle.

Shall l put that on your tab,

Mr. Driscoll?

On his tab?

Don't you know who his daddy is?

No tab.

My old man owns this joint.

Go away.

l don't pay.

Everybody gotta pay.

You say, every--?

What? What was that?

Everybody gotta pay?

-l said, you gonna pay.

-l know you, boy?

l said, do l know you, boy?

l'm sure you remember me.

No, don't remember you.

No. Refresh my memory, huh?

Burned our farm.

Murdered our kin.

You know, l do a lot of that.

You can't expect me

to remember every farm l burn.

Little place south of Flat Ridge.

Came between you

and your railroad.

Oh, yeah, yeah,

l remember that one.

Yeah, a lot of screaming.

l mean, what, did you run away?

Did you run off

and leave your family?

Don't worry about it.

You should never assume

a man is dead...

...just because you shot him.

That's good advice.

l'll remember that next time.

Ain't no next time.

Hell.

l'm sorry, Mr. Driscoll, l....

l'm sorry that....

You were here.

Did you see them?

Did you see who killed my son?

l'm afraid not.

No one...

...but no one, crosses a Driscoll

and lives to tell about it.

Get me Wolverton.

-What were you thinking?

-He had it coming.

They saw us. Our cover is blown.

We can't go back there now.

lt could have gone better.

Maybe we could use this

to our advantage.

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