Edge Page #2
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2015
- 62 min
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I'm all right. I've just
Like to see about getting a room.
Oh, I'll... I'll show you.
This is Benny. He works
here at the Last Drop Saloon.
I hope the name don't
mean they ran out of beer.
Here you go, Mr. Edge.
Oh.
Uh, guess...
guess you can't hold your liquor, huh?
It belongs to a fella I'm looking for.
Yeah.
Can I see that?
Yeah.
Oh, that's good art.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hold on, don't go nowhere.
There you go.
I... I can't remember the last
time anybody gave me any money.
I... I work for room and board?
Just make sure they fix up my horse.
Yes, sir. Okay.
Real soon now, Jamie.
I reckon there's five, all told.
And I'm gonna send 'em your way,
one-by-one, or all in a bunch.
Don't matter to me.
And I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
I should have known they'd come.
Soon now.
Say, Hedges, there's a... Whoa! Uh...
Uh, there's, um...
You ready to go to work?
'Cause there's a couple beers
with our names on 'em downstairs.
Oh.
Just my kind of work.
Evening, Deputy Bean.
You're looking dapper tonight.
Well, there's some whores
of a different color.
- Howdy, fellas.
- Ma'am.
Pot calling the kettle,
coming from a paid gunman.
Don't you think, Mr. Hedges?
Well, here I thought you
was a good Christian woman.
Oh, well, you never know.
I bare my chest, who's to say
you won't see a big gold crucifix?
Well, that'd be your cross
to bare, then, wouldn't it?
Like I said, nice, upright town.
For my line of work.
- Five bucks?
- Only make $2.50 a day.
- Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then.
- See you tomorrow.
Okay.
On the house, deputies.
I pay my own way.
So, uh, about that fella.
You know, the one they hanged?
Spitting in the street.
You want to know what they hanged him for.
Spitting in the street.
That's a capital offense
around here, is it?
It is if you do it when
the sheriff's passing by.
Well, he thinks a lot of himself, don't he?
Who's the boy?
Little Bill.
All grown up now. War hero.
Is that so?
Expecting him home any day now.
You planning a big homecoming, are you?
Like I said, war hero...
Big deal, town this size.
Speak of the devil.
That's, uh, Little Bill's wife.
- Pilar.
- I...
- I made you a picture, Miss Pilar.
- Hands off.
- Is that a warning?
- That's our job.
- Every night, just like clockwork.
- Whiskey.
Cyrus over here is under strict
orders not to serve the lady,
so she makes eyes with
any out-of-towners.
Things get ugly.
That's where we step in.
- It don't look ugly to me.
- Not yet.
The lady is spoken for.
Okay, then.
You sure you weren't a little hard on 'em?
They'll get over it.
No touch.
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