Scalawag Page #2
- G
- Year:
- 1973
- 92 min
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It's no use barking through the door.
What you smell now. Another cold cat.
Sent 'em up, mates. I'm paying.
Hey, where'd you come from?
Where's the grog, mates?
You wanna stay with me?
He belongs to me.
Ayyyy.
Let him go.
Call him off.
Call him off before I throttle the both of you.
Down, Beau.
Who's staying here?
Who's staying here?
Who's staying here?
No one. The ship leaves in the morning.
The one-legged man?
Liar.
No, sir. Everyone's left.
Read the will.
Come on, Barfly. Come on.
I got the shivers.
I need another drop of medicine.
Ohh.
Would you like a room, sir?
No.
No, this room will do just fine.
Put the bottle down.
Is that a gun you're pointing?
And I know how to use it.
Well.
And there's a lot more
where that come from.
And it'll buy more than one bottle.
Look at this.
I said put the bottle down.
And take your money and go.
Ma'am, you wouldn't...
...you wouldn't turn me out
in this foul weather, wouldn't you?
Get out.
But my bones is rattling.
I got the shakes.
He does look sick.
Get over to the fire.
I thank you kindly, ma'am.
Oh oh oh oh.
Oh.
I'll clean it first and then make a bandage.
Jamie, you get some towels.
Boy. Boy.
Be a good lad and fetch me a drink.
But my sister won't like it.
Just a - just a swallow.
Please.
All right.
Borracho. Borracho.
What's your parrot's name?
Barfly.
Barfly?
Jamie.
I told you to fetch towels.
Getting him to do something is
like eating soup with a fork.
Pretty girl.
A drink? Set em up, mates. I'm paying.
Hey, uh, did you wish to drink with me?
This is glistening liquid.
- Hush.
Jamie, will you please put Beau in the barn.
All right.
I think a better get Mr. Aragon.
You're always going after him.
The bigger the mouth,
Get me a drink.
One-legged devil.
You'll never get it. Never.
They're deep in your legs.
A ton of gold.
Ton of gold.
Ton of gold. 99 West. 25 North.
Box canyon. Under bridge.
I'll do you in, you talking chart.
I'll wring your neck.
Why you
Come on, fight.
Come back here.
Aw, scrap it. That's the only way.
I'll cut you up.
Oh. Sir?
Your drink, sir.
Don't move, sir.
I made you fresh coffee, sir. Huh?
Howdy, son.
Drinks on the house.
Pretty bird.
Mm-hmm.
Took a tumble down the stairs, did he?
Hate to tell you this, lad.
But your pa's dead.
He isn't my pa.
Hmm. Who is he?
Don't know.
Well then, fetch a blanket.
We'll cover him.
It don't look nice to have
a dead man in the parlor.
Son of a birch tree.
Shut up, Jack whiskey-head.
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