Dead in Tombstone Page #3

Now I'm mayor.

I'm sheriff.

I'm Jesus H. Christ

in this town.

From now on, people will

know the name Red Cavanaugh.

You boys are gonna be the

richest goddamned deputies

in the history of

law enforcement.

There is no honor among you.

Backstabbing traitor.

Boys, what do you say we give my big

brother here a nice retirement party?

I'll see you again, Rojo.

I'll see all of you.

In hell!

Gentlemen, there

will be men like us

who're gonna think... that

they can take this town.

So, the name's gotta

remind 'em...

just what's waitin'

for 'em if they try.

From now on, the name of

this town is Tombstone.

Guerrero.

Guerrero.

You're mine.

There is never a sound so sweet

as that of the pitiful sufferer.

The demon from my

dreams, I've seen you.

Oh, I've been waiting for you.

I've been waiting for you.

Where am I?

Somewhere...

South of heaven.

I was shot.

Struck down by your

own flesh and blood.

I'm dead?

I'm dead.

This is hell!

I don't belong here!/

Uh, excuse me?

You don't belong here?

That's what they all say.

But you're still

of the flesh, hmm?

Until I burn it away.

If it's true that men like

me feed the fires of hell,

I will bring you more fuel for your fire

than my soul alone could ever supply.

Are you trying to

make a deal with me?

It's been a pleasure.

Wait, wait, wait... A trade!

My soul for the soul of my half brother

and the cabrones that betrayed me,

the Blackwater Gang!

Well, that is an

interesting proposition.

One day, 24 hours.

What's that, compared

to eternity?

I'll give it some thought.

One day! One day, 24 hours!

What's that, compared

to eternity?

Why should I accept it?

I already have you.

They are six. I am one.

They are thieves,

killers and traitors,

who will sell their own

mother for a sack of gold.

Give me just one day and I'll

deliver all six of their souls,

including that no good,

lowlife brother of mine,

Red Cavanaugh.

You get all six of them, in

exchange for my own soul.

Their souls will feed the

fires of hell higher

and give you great

pleasure, right now.

Hmm.

An intriguing wager.

I'll deliver all six

of their souls.

Give me just one day.

I will grant you one day.

One day...

But all six men must

die by your hand

and by your hand, alone.

If you succeed,

I will give you

your wretched life.

And if you fail,

then the misery that awaits

you will be a thousandfold.

Do we have a deal?

Whoa!

Nobody touches the tables!

One turn of the clock.

Not a second longer.

You take your revenge

and deliver my souls.

Now you will go the

same way you came.

Liza?

Why would Sully fix the goddamn clock

and then leave the hole in it?

He didn't.

Baby, he must've fixed

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