Albuquerque Page #3

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Mr. Armin, there comes a time in life

when a man just has to have a drink.

You're lookin' at a man seekin'

courage, comfort and confidence.

You'll never find it in there.

I'm gonna keep on lookin'.

I've been humbled, humiliated,

disgraced and discombobulated, Mr. Armin.

Cole's the name. Howdy,

Cole. Mine's Juke.

Howdy,Juke.

What's eating you?

Pearl- fairest of the fair

in all Albuquerque...

and the best durn barber

in the territory.

Oh. Lady barber?

I called her that once. She run

me down the street with a razor.

She says

she's a tonsorial artist.

Kind of high-toned, huh?

High-toned? Swell-headed.

Has been ever since

she shaved the governor last year.

She'd really be tough on you

if she ever shaved the president.

Cole, that woman's tried to shave me

every day for nine years.

Says I ain't doin'

her business no good.

If everybody was like me,

she'd starve to death,

Everybody plays.

On double-O.

So this is what's holdin' you up?

I told you before that the boss said

for you and your men to get out of town.

All right.

Jackson, cash these in.

We're headin' north

to White Spring Canyon.

Make your bets, gents. All right,

everybody plays. All put down together.

Everything goes on number 12.

On number 12.

You gettin' the same idea I am?

Yeah.

Number 12.

Yahoo! I won!

I got the tiger by the tail!

Seems to me

we've heard that before.

We have.

Come on, pay up.

I got the tiger by the tail!

Come on, fella,

we're gonna have a talk.

Speak your piece.

I'm stayin' right where I am.

That's a nasty cut.

Kind of fresh too.

Hold it, mister.

Get back there, all of you!

You too!

This is private and personal between

my friend and that scorpion there.

If living means anything to you, you

got a lot of talking to do. Let go of me!

Come on, there!

Come on, let me through there!

Open up! That scorpion's gonna have

a little talk with my partner...

or he ain't gonna twist

no more tiger's tail.

Well, it didn't take you long.

I want Miss Wallace's $10,000.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

The money your thugs took off

of that girl on the stagecoach.

Oh, you know about that?

Yes.

Supposing they did? The Wallaces

are our competitors, Cole.

And you'd rob a woman,

kill an innocent man to destroy them?

The law of self-preservation

applies to business too.

The competition

has got to be strangled.

So the end justifies the means?

That's not important.

Life is cheap out here.

The money itself had

no value to me... as money.

But don't you see, Cole? It would have

set Wallace up as a dangerous threat to us.

I'm building a big business here

that'll be yours someday.

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