Once Upon a Time in the West Page #3

over the table and amuse yourself.

And even call in your men.

Well, no woman ever died from that.

When you're finished, all I'll need

will be a tub of boiling water,

and I'll be exactly

what I was before.

With just another filthy memory.

You make good coffee, at least.

Not bad.

Congratulations.

Tell me, was it necessary

that you kill all of them?

I only told you to scare them.

People scare better

when they're dying.

And can you tell me

what good was your stupid massacre?

Now, a Mrs McBain has turned up.

So, I didn't expect that.

It happens in business.

Let's say

this is something I didn't plan on.

I have no time for surprises, Frank.

You know that.

I got on board

in sight of the Atlantic,

and before my eyes rot,

I want to see the blue of the Pacific

outside that window.

I know where you got on board.

I was there, too, remember.

To, erm...

...remove small obstacles

from the track, you said.

Well, there were a few.

But we travelled a long way,

just the same.

And fast.

Even tuberculosis of the bones

travels fast.

Don't play the sick man with me,

Mr Morton.

I knew you

when you were just barely limping.

I watch that dry rot

rise a little more every day.

Any normal man'd

put a bullet in his brain.

But you,

you just got a little more hasty.

Otherwise you ain't changed any.

I'd say you've changed, Frank.

A lot.

You used to take care

of certain things personally.

Now, you're keeping

in the background.

You'll end up giving orders.

It's because, now, I don't want

to leave you alone too much.

You're gonna need somebody more

and more every day to stay near you.

- Like a friend.

- Or like a partner.

Hmm?

How does it feel

sitting behind that desk, Frank?

It's almost like holding a gun.

Only much more powerful.

You see, staying with you, I...

...I'm beginning to think big, too.

This McBain business...

...has given me ideas.

I'm sorry for you, Frank.

You're doing your best.

You'll never succeed

in becoming like me.

Why?

Because... there are many things

you'll never understand.

This is one of them.

You see, Frank,

there are many kinds of weapons.

And the only one

that can stop that is this.

Now, shall we get back

to our little problem?

My weapons might look simple to you,

Mr Morton,

but they can still shoot holes

big enough for our little problems.

Pretty soon the widow McBain

won't be a problem no more.

You wake up one morning and say,

''World, I know you.''

''From now on,

there are no more surprises.''

And then you happen to meet

a man like this,

who looked like a good man.

Clear eyes, strong hands.

And he wants to marry you.

Which doesn't happen often.

And he says he's rich, too,

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