Torrid Zone Page #2

If you want to,

I'll risk a couple of bucks. My last.

No, no. We play for matches.

Rosario does not take money from women,

if they are beautiful.

Why have they got you in here, Canfield?

They say I am a revolutionist.

What did you want,

30 pesos every Thursday?

We don't use pesos in this country.

Just because I don't like the fruit company,

they think I am a revolutionist.

All I want is to take back

what belongs to me and my friends.

Then they arrest me,

just because I shoot a man.

Out of season, huh?

Hey, when do I get out of this

lost and found department?

I'm busy now. Bother me later.

If you don't let me out of this,

I'll tear it apart and you with it.

Shut up, you card-cheater.

Rosario, you do not have to stay in jail

any longer.

You cannot make me eat

by taking me out of jail.

If that Spanish Jesse James

can get out of here, so can I.

Rosario, you no longer have to worry

about eating.

We're going to shoot you.

I was only kidding, general.

I like it in here.

I am not supposed to be shot

until next week.

- Seor Case has ordered.

- Oh, Case.

You have the brains of a banana,

Rodriguez.

Why don't you say,

"I shoot Rosario when I please"?

Who am I to tell Seor Case

what to do?

Besides, what's the difference

when you are shot?

Maybe, perhaps it is better this way.

I was getting hungry.

- Too bad, palsy.

- Thank you, seorita.

You have been very charming company

on my last day.

I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner.

Seorita, I give this to you.

Where I am going, I will not need it.

Afraid it'll melt?

Maybe, perhaps.

I'll try and keep it out of hock.

Best of luck to you.

We go. We go.

I am sorry, Rosario.

Sooner or later, everybody dies.

It's too bad I am sooner.

Before you get shot,

is there anything I can do for you?

Maybe, perhaps a cigarette.

Maybe, perhaps a match, huh?

Drop your guns or I shoot your chief.

Drop the guns, quick!

Drop the guns.

Touchdown!

Go after him.

We must catch him immediately.

Gonzales, cut off the main road

with three men.

And you go too.

I go over the wall myself after Rosario.

- But Rosario took your gun.

- He took my gun.

I better go tell Mr. Case.

Hey, Lopez, get those beezarks

off their siesta.

How'd you come, by way of Jersey City?

- Where's Wally?

- He's back in one of those cars.

Never mind the recital!

Hello, Steve.

What do you do down there all day,

take sunbaths?

Couldn't help it, Steve.

You ought to know Anderson by now.

Or shouldn't I talk that way

about my immediate superior?

- No, you shouldn't.

- All right, I won't.

But you ought to get a load of those fancies

he sent you in the second car.

Oh, confidentially, Steve,

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