Wild Bunch. The Page #2

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I don't want to go back to prison,|never again.

It's got to be my way!|I need some good men!

You saw what happened out there!

Use what you have and see|that it doesn't happen again...

...or I'lI see you spend the rest of your life|behind bars.

Try to run, I'll be after you and so will they.

I gave you my word.

We'lI see what it's worth!

Six minutes.

Tell me...

...how does it feel...

...getting paid for it?

Getting paid to sit back and hire your|killings with the law's arms around you?

How's it feel to be so goddamn right?

Good.

You dirty son of a b*tch!

You've got 30 days to get Pike|or 30 days back to Yuma.

You're my Judas goat, Mr. Thornton.

I want all of them back here,|head down over a saddle.

Thirty days to get Pike|or 30 days back to Yuma.

I don't see nothing so lindo about it.

Just looks like more of Texas to me.

You have no eyes.

Got a haIf hour of light. Let's go.

Hello, little fella.

-Them other fellas--|-They're not coming!

-None of them?|-No.

-But I got horses and saddles for them.|-We'lI need them, they won't.

Now, about the sharing up.

lt will be the same as always.

Me and Tector don't think that|he ought to get the same amount.

He's just starting out,|and this is our opening for a new territory.

That's right.

I figure a share to that old goat for|watching the horses is a share too much.

So, we decided...

...it ain't fair.

If you two don't like equal shares,|why the hell don't you just take all of it?

Why don't you answer me,|you damned, yellow-livered trash?

Now, Pike, you know--

I don't know a damned thing except|I either lead this bunch or end it now.

We divide it up just like you say.

Chick, chick, chick, chick.

Silver rings.

Silver rings, your butt!|Them's washers! Damn!

Bastards!

Washers!

We shot our way out of that town|for a dollar's worth of steel holes!

They set it up!

They? Who in the hell is "they"?

"They?"

"They" is just plain and fancy "they."

That's who "they" is.

Caught you, didn't they?|Tied a tin can to your tail!

Led you in and waltzed you out again!

Oh, my, what a bunch!

Big tough ones!

Here you are with a handful of holes,|a thumb up your ass...

...and a big grin to pass|the time of day with.

"They! "

Who the hell is "they"?

Railroad men.

Bounty hunters.

Deke Thornton.

Deke Thornton?

He was one of them?

How come you didn't know that?

Hey, gringo.

You can have my silver.

Come on, don't kill me.

You can have the silver.

But don't kill me.

Please?

Go on...

...go for it.

Fall apart.

Walk softly, boys.

What's our next move?

I figure Agua Verde is the closest.

Three days, maybe.

We'll get the news and go to the border.

Maybe a payroll or a bank.

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