Blowing Wild

Good morning, mister.

- What do you want?

- You haven't struck oil yet, senor.

What's it to you?

I only wish to tell you

it's dangerous.

- Why?

- They blow up many wells.

Oh, I see.

Perhaps the mister wants to prevent

bandits from blowing up this well?

That'd be pretty hard to do.

We have no guns.

- You don't need a gun.

- We also have no money.

Not even some money?

Some little kind of money?

Can't you get some?

You got no friends?

- Who told you to dig here?

- I bought a lease.

Then you have money and I want it!

Every cent we got's in this well.

We'll find out.

Next time, be sure to have money.

- I don't get it.

- Well, they didn't shoot us, anyway.

Dynamite!

Why'd they have to do it to us?

We scrape every nickel to sink

this well and now look at it!

Ain't nothing left.

Just nothing.

There's still oil here and

we're going to dig it out!

How? What with? Where

are we gonna get drill pipe,

...tools and new rig?

Where? Where?

We'll get us a job,

save up and try again.

I'm sick and tired of trying.

If it ain't floods or tornadoes,

it's salt water or bandits.

I'm just plain tired!

- It's a long walk back to town.

Let's go. - I ain't going!

# Once we lived in a shack

# Drilled for oil

# Precious black gold

Nothing seems to have changed much.

Boy, Jeff, I'm really starving.

You'll get used to it.

Well, I might,

but my ulcer won't.

That doctor in Arabia told me to

always keep something on my stomach.

- That was five years ago.

- I feel like I ain't ate since.

Got an opening for a driller

and derrick man?

Can't you read?

NO HELP WANTED:

Oh. We'll take anything -

roustabout, ditch digger - anything.

Production's been cut.

Too much trouble from bandits.

Come on, Dutch.

Where were they when we needed 'em?

You heard the man. We're not the

only oil company out of business.

Let's go back to the States, Dutch.

It'll be easier to raise a bankroll.

Great! How do we get there?

I'll see what I can do.

Psst!

I beg your pardon,

but you're British, aren't you?

No.

Oh, brother, am I glad!

Come here, I want to talk to you.

- I've got a problem.

- Yeah?

- Where are you going?

- New Orleans.

What a break!

- For you or me?

- For both of us if you'd be a sport.

- I'm listening.

- They let wives travel half fare.

You tell 'em I'm your wife

and buy my ticket for me.

- OK.

- Thanks, you're a pal.

- What are you waiting for?

- The money.

Oh. Well, you see,

that's my problem.

Nice to make your acquaintance.

I'll pay you back as soon as

we get there. That's a promise.

You've got to help me.

I'm in a spot.

Well, all right, just try to act

like a wife. But keep quiet, huh?

Tomorrow, ten o'clock.

- What's the fare to New Orleans?

- $150.

Sounds fair enough.

I have a lease on some oil land.

I'll leave it as security

on two tickets and a half fare.

See this?

- Oil leases.

- But mine's legitimate.

These are all legitimate

and worthless. Sorry.

But my wife is sick. You wouldn't

leave a woman stranded here?

I said sorry.

I sure can pick 'em.

Stick around. You might

run into an Englishman.

Hey, mister. You got the price

of a meal for a fellow American?

Hey, mister. You got the price

of a meal for a fellow American?

- Give it back.

- Aw, Jeff...!

Wait. You guys looking for work?

- Why didn't I think of that?

- What you're offering?

- You know how to handle explosives?

- Sure, what kind?

- Nitro.

- Let's go.

- What's the pay?

- 200 bucks for the trip.

$200 for carrying soup?

Not interested.

Jeff, we don't want

to haul no soup.

- How far is the run?

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