Cahill Page #2

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Ain't that right, Danny?

The hell with J.D. Cahill.

Let's go rob ourselves a bank, Billy Joe.

Give me the keys.

Struther!

Come on!

Move it. Watch what you're doing!

Move that bucket.

Pump faster!

Get that water on the roof!

Now get at it!

All right, move.

Throw the water!

Come on. Get it over where the fire is!

A little bit lower.

Keep pumping there!

Sheriff!

Come on, now!

- The bank's being robbed.

- What?

The bank's being robbed.

Sheriff!

Gordine, stay on the fire. Jim, the bank.

Get on the pumps. Go!

All right, pour it on there!

Get water on that roof there!

- Remember, nobody's to get hurt!

- Get back.

Sheriff!

Sheriff Grady.

Come on.

Oh, Danny.

All right.

Get on inside.

Not you!

Now, where's that boy?

I seen it, Danny.

I seen them both killed.

There's nothing I could do. I tried.

- Boy, you listen to me!

- Hey!

You do what you're supposed to do.

You hide that money just like we agreed,

and you just wait.

That's all you do. You just wait...

if you ever want to see your big brother

alive again. Do you understand me?

- You understand me?

- Yes, sir.

And you, you listen, too.

You betray us...

You betray us even with a look,

and as sure as there's a Devil in Hell...

either me, or Brownie, or Struther,

or one of our friends...

of which there are many,

will kill that boy.

We know what to do with betrayers...

and we'll kill him for sure.

You hear me?

Say it!

I hear!

Now get inside!

- Marshal.

- Albert.

- I sure am glad you're back.

- I'm glad to be back.

There's three more of them in there.

One of them needs Dr. Jones real bad.

I'd appreciate it if you'd see to him

and the horses.

- Yes, sir. Marshal, I wanted to...

- And Tom Howard.

- The undertaker?

- I got a couple of customers for him, too.

But, Marshal, I wanted to...

Tell that old bandit not

to get extravagant.

The State of Texas is paying for this.

Yes, but, Marshal...

Albert, have you heard one word i've said?

Yes, but I wanted to tell you

about Sheriff Grady.

- Tell me later.

- But you haven't...

It's the marshal.

Hank?

No way to run a jail.

Be my guest.

- J.D., these handcuffs...

- Get used to them.

Charlie...

what are you doing in here?

It ain't Thursday.

A man's got a right to change his mind.

Besides, it's gonna rain on Thursday.

Now, drinking in the rain...

it's bad for your health.

It's getting so a man

can't get a decent night's sleep...

without some marshal...

All right, Struther, you can come out

from under that Stetson.

What is it this time?

Hope you haven't been stealing

any more horses...

No, J.D., i'm hung over something terrible.

I can't hardly remember a thing.

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