Terror in a Texas Town Page #2

I like skill like that.

But I wouldn't spread it around,

if I were you.

Some people might take advantage

of a cripple.

If I've got any letters to write,

do you mind if I borrow your secretary?

I keep her occupied 24 hours a day.

Make sure he pays you overtime, ma'am.

Don't pay any attention to what he says.

He does what I tell him to do.

He seems so strange.

I don't think I've ever met

anyone like him before.

That's because you've never seen death

walking in the shape of a man before.

That's right.

Death, it's in his blood.

Are you still in bed?

Sure.

Can you think of a nicer place to be?

Come on, Johnny. Sit down.

If somebody ever opened up your head

to see what was inside...

he'd find only one thing.

Why don't you get dressed?

- Did you see him?

- I saw him.

We may stick around this town a long time.

McNeil's got something pretty good going.

I may go into business with him.

What kind of business?

I don't know yet.

My retainer.

It's not that kind of business again, is it?

- What else?

- Not again.

Your big days are all over.

One man with a gun

just can't make it anymore.

We're in Texas now.

They've got the state police, the Rangers.

You just can't walk into a town

and walk out of it the way you used to.

Please.

Let's get out of here, out of this town.

Let's go away.

Shut up and get back into bed.

Please. You've got to talk to me

once in a while.

If you'd only let me help.

If you'd only listen.

If you'd only let me belong.

You're where you belong right now.

Look. I'm digging in the well,

and this comes from the walls.

Feel it.

- It's oil.

- The ground is filled with oil.

It makes us rich. All of us.

Now I know why Mr. McNeil comes to town.

He don't want our land. He want our oil.

It comes close to the top of the ground.

I catch a bucketful

every four or five minutes.

We have to tell everybody about it.

We must stop Mr. Brady before he sells out.

We have to stop everybody.

I go to Mr. Holmes.

Better you go to Mr. Brady and Mr. Johnson.

- How rich can you be from oil?

- As rich as gold.

Papa!

- Somebody's coming, Papa.

- Who is coming?

The man who came to town yesterday.

The Mr. McNeil.

The one Mr. Holmes told us about.

If he comes here,

he comes to see me, not you.

So you two go home.

It is better we should be together, amigo.

This man carries two guns.

Then we have two reasons

for you to go home, not one.

Go.

But what are friends for?

It's too late.

It's better we go into the shed.

Pepe, come in.

Come.

Inside.

And I stand at the side of my friend.

A man will talk more when he's alone

with another man, than when he's with two.

We need to learn from this man.

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