Shoot Out Page #2
- GP
- Year:
- 1971
- 95 min
- 392 Views
Will you shut up, for Christ sake!
- Let me in!
- Shut up!
Bobby Jay! Come on, Bobby Jay!
Will you let come in too?
- Bobby Jay, come on! - Shut up!
- Bobby Jay, I want to come in!
- You're disturbing the peace.
- Peace of what?
Let's cut out the jokes.
And keep the mouth shut.
You got your stubborn boots on,
Bobby Jay. Stop him.
- That sure is a broke of knife.
- I'd like to break the rest of it all on his liver.
- Watch you said, but don't touch you said.
- No one has slapped me, not even my father.
Don't forget what Mr. Foley
said about that killing!
- He tried to kill you.
- He will try it again.
- Not much of a horse.
- Could enough for a gift but not much cash.
you and all that money.
I hope your memory is
as big as your mouth.
I want a lot of answers
for all that money.
You'll get them.
You're Clay Lomax?
Do you know a Teresa Ortega?
I have got something for you.
My name is Decky. My mommy told
me to call you Theo Clay.
- What the hell is this?
- Just as it looks like, a small female child.
I was told to deliver her to you.
My mom says you always wore a
Texas hat. That's a Colorado hat.
I was expecting an envelope. Is there
any rules that I got to take it?
No... no company rule.
We got to take out water.
Make up your mind, mister.
Her mother started out with her, but
she died just outside Kansas City.
- Died? From what?
- Men, the doc said.
She'd not even been thirty.
She looked more like fifty. Anyway,
we took her off and buried her.
- What happens if I just leave her on the train?
- To you? Nothing. - To her?
The first town we hit that's got
a Marshall I'd hand her over.
Wait a minute. We found this
piece of paper pinned on the kid.
It's got your name on it.
Well now, maybe you're better off.
After what do you expect from
a man who changes his hats?
- Decky. What's your last name? - Ortega.
- No, that was your mother's. Your father's?
- I ain't got no father.
- Everybody has got a father.
- You're about five years old maybe?
- Six, going on seven.
- Six, going on seven...
- Well, how does it come out?
Do you leave her here or some place else?
She didn't have a name printed out of nothing.
- Someone has a mean sense of humor.
- Mean to you, or her?
There ain't no law that says
you got to accept shipment.
I can't hold up this train waiting for
you to figure what a way to weasel out.
Watch your mouth.
Forget it, mister. I just
carry her over to a Marshall.
Someway down the lines.
Maybe it will be better off.
A man who changes hats.
Oh, hell!
- Come on, kid.
- I won't!
- Come on! - I don't want to go with him!
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