Johnny Yuma Page #3

Feast of San Fermino?

No. Why?

-A new Job... worth 5,000 dollars.

Mrs. Felton will explain the

details.

I'm Hans Vander Oder. Mrs. Felton left

word that you should go to her, immediately.

Mister... Carradine.

He is not Mister Carradine.

Drinking again, eh?

I'm sorry, but beers have never

agreed with him.

Thanks.

He's gotten into the hotel.

-Yes, but he ain't coming out alive.

Hey, it's a good idea to

tear the dinero in half, eh?

I'll be damned.

What makes you think so?

Oh, it's simple. You can spend the money twice.

-You're a born Jackass.

One half... Isn't any good without the other.

Como? Where's the other half?

That is something you should ask Carradine.

Ah, Caramba! So, half the money it's

not good then, eh?

Let's see what this thousand dollars is meant to do.

But I'm pretty sure what the5,000 dollars is for.

Except Carradine won't get to cash it in.

Hey!

That money belong to senor Carradine?

Entirely.

-Then Carradine is coming here, now!

Oh, Madre de Dios!

What am I gonna do like this?

Why did you tell me to take a bath?

-Because you stink!

Take your time.

He won't be here before tomorrow.

Ok, bluffer. Start praying.

The boys are paying a social visit upstairs.

They're giving a lesson to him.

you idiot!

What's going on?

Carradine's here now.

- Mh.

I'm Lawrence Jerome Carradine.

There is a room reserved for me.

Well, yes, there is.

Here are your keys.

-Thanks.

He's gone.

C'mon, let's go.

Carradine?

yes?

I think we gotta talk.

C'mon.

Hey!

Wait for me at the fountain in Santa Margo.

But... padron!

-Go on, will you?

your bath is ready, seora.

Oh... if the smoke bothers you, I can always...

put it out.

Who are you?

-I'm Lawrence Jerome Carradine.

-Ah

I've been expecting to see you...

Carradine.

But not here.

Sir, in the parlor.

-Mh?

I never discuss business

in the bedroom.

Oh... what a shame.

Ah...I'm sure we do reach to an

understanding much more easier then

...in here... mh?

Buenos dias, Senor.

Buenas.

Buenos dias, Senor.

Buenos dias, Senor.

But you haven't help yourself

a drink, Mr. Carradine!

Oh, by the way... have you met

my brother, Pedro?

No.

I haven't had the pleasure.

-Oh you...

-Hold it, Hackett!

Get out!

Let him go!

Alright.

Tell them to drop their guns.

Got that?

And give me mine.

Go on... tell them!

Put down the pistols!

Do as I say, go on!

Hackett, give him his gun!

Alright ... get up.

Careful...

...or I splat the ground

with your brains.

Hear me?

Stop ... Alright.

Have a move against the wall.

Bring my gun!

Hacket! He is getting away!

Set all the horses! Hackett!

That was Johnny yuma.

Let's go!

you let him get away.

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