High Sierra Page #2

You're gonna win this argument.

Leave her alone, or I'll flatten you!

- You and who else?

- Just me!

Cut it out! You won't get

nothing but a black eye.

I don't care what anyone says.

She's not going back!

So you think. He thinks different.

I'm not going back to that

dime-a-dance joint if I can help it.

- I'll go talk to him.

- With him, I don't think it'll work.

Yeah?

Can I talk to you a moment?

Sure. Help yourself.

Why do you want to send me

back to L. A? I like it here.

Don't play dumb.

I don't intend to.

Oh, I know what's going on...

...but I didn't get it from them.

Louis Mendoza told me.

He talks too much,

and all he does is brag.

So you see, Mr. Earle, Mendoza's

the one for you to worry about. Not me.

I ain't worrying about you.

It's them jitterbugs you got with you.

They'll be throwing lead over you.

Oh, I can handle them, all right.

Babe gets tough every once in a while,

but he's afraid of Red.

And I can make Red

think what I want.

Got it all figured out, ain't you?

In a way.

All right.

Let things stay as they are a few

days and see how it works out.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Earle.

Well?

Goodbye.

Yeah?

Morning. This is me, Algernon.

Anything I can do for you this morning?

You can rustle

me up some breakfast.

Lady next door got your breakfast.

She thought I ought to see if you

was stirring around. Yes, sir.

Where'd you ever get

the name Algernon?

My old lady thought it up.

Pip, ain't it? Kind of gives me class.

You like this dog?

- He's just a dog, ain't he?

- No, sir. A mighty fine dog.

Watch now. Pard?

Ducks! Ducks!

Down! Down!

Up! Up!

Jump!

Yes, sir, mighty fine animal, he is.

Proud of your dog, ain't you?

No, sir, he ain't my dog.

He took a liking to me and follows me.

- Sort of gets me worried too.

- Why?

Pard used to belong to a woodcutter,

who lived up here all year around.

Last winter, a snow slide come down

on that man's house and killed him dead.

Didn't kill Pard, though. A man saw

Pard wandering around in the snow...

...took him in, bam! If that man don't

up and die with the pneumonia.

Great big, strapping man too.

So Pard got to hanging

around the lodges.

And doggone if Miss Tucker

didn't come up here with the:

And I hear yesterday

she ain't gonna live.

So I'm just telling you about Pard,

in case you want him for your own dog.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

He breaking your heart

with the mutt's story?

- It's the Lord's truth.

- Look at him.

He's a born panhandler.

Everyone stuffs him, so now he won't

eat anything but a New York cut.

I guess I'll get back to the store.

Pard will stay with you, won't you, Pard?

Hey. Sit down. Have a cigarette.

Thanks.

- Where are your boyfriends?

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