Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid Page #4

Would you believe I'm broke already?

Why is there never any money, Butch?

I swear, Etta, I don't know.

I've been working

like a dog all my life,

and I can't get a penny ahead.

Sundance says it's

because you're a soft touch

and always taking expensive vacations,

buying drinks for everyone,

and you're a rotten gambler.

That might have something to do with it.

Butch.

Hmm?

Do you ever wonder if I'd met you first

we'd been the ones to get involved?

We are involved, Etta.

Don't you know that?

You are riding on my bicycle.

In some Arabian countries,

that's the same as being married.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Stealing your woman.

Take her.

Take her.

Well, you're a romantic bastard.

I'll give you that.

I'll give you that.

O.K., open up in there.

I work for Mr. E.H. Harriman...

Hey, Woodcock!

Butch?

You O.K.?

Uh, well, sort of.

Hey, that's wonderful.

Let's take a look at you.

Well, now, Butch,

you've got to have more respect for me

than to think I'd fall

for a stunt like that.

You can't want to get blown up again?

Uh, Butch, you know if it were my money,

there's nobody I'd rather have steal it

than you.

But I'm still in the employ

of Mr. E.H. Harriman

of the Union Pacific Railroad.

Start this train!

Get back inside, lady.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of anything.

I'm a grandmother and a female,

and I've got my rights.

We got no time for this.

You can bull the others, but not me.

I've fought whiskey, and

I've fought gambling...

We got no time for this.

What are you doing? Let go!

What are you going to do to her?

Well, leave her alone.

You're after the money,

and the money's in here.

Please! All I want

is for somebody to start this train.

Somebody, please!

Open the door, Woodcock,

or tell her goodbye.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

What am I going to

tell poor Mr. Harriman?

Woodcock, what'd you have to go and do

something like that for?

Well, Butch, you blew

the last one so easy,

I just had to, um, do something.

Give me that and get some more,

a lot more!

Well, that ought to do it.

Think you used enough

dynamite there, Butch?

Ha ha ha ha.

What the hell is that?

Whatever they're

selling, I don't want it.

Will you leave it?

Come on!

Hyah!

Hey, Butch!

What?

They're very good!

Split up!

How many of'em are following us?

All of'em.

All of'em?

What's the matter with those guys?

Hyah!

I think we lost 'em. Do

you think we lost 'em?

No.

Neither do I. Hyah!

Take our horses out back. Feed 'em good.

Where's Sweetface?

Just inside. Trouble?

Listen, you dirty old man,

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