Shoot Out Page #3

- You have decided? - Yeah.

If you don't get this,

you didn't take that.

Please don't leave me here! Please!

Please don't leave me here! Please!

Don't leave me!

I don't want to go with you!

- Now limber.

- I won't.

If you don't then I'll drop you

on your little rump.

Put me down. You hate me!

I don't want to go!

This ain't never gonna go away.

I will remain a huge black eye.

- How much sugar?

- Bastards!

I says to him, do anything you want

but please don't touch my poor eyes.

Well, that was it! Red blank as a bull.

- Did he smack you?

- No! Right in the eyes. I'm so dumb.

I should have known! He just got

to do what a girl says he can't.

I got you just the thing for you.

I sell these little bastards, to

the bar-fighters for a dollar each.

- I just thought it in connection with a female.

- What the hell is them?

- Real live Mexican bloodsucker worms!

- Well, them is leeches.

- It draws the color right out of the skin.

- I will not.

Shoot honey, I wouldn't do

you no mean trick. Watch!

Put one of those on your cheek and you'll

get a complexion like a new-born babies.

You know something?

I forgot to collect my money.

- From them three fellas?

- Yeah.

- I didn't know how much I'd charge.

- Just powder your eye and drink your coffee.

Collecting money,

that's what men are for.

Now, Who would do a thing like

this to a man's property?

Some low-cow-shagged tail with a knife

and he must have had it done like this.

- All this damages on you're gonna be billed!

- Mister, don't rouse him before breakfast.

I'm gonna take an inventory of all

you damaged, burned or busted!

- Pour us some coffee.

- Pour your own. - Pour!

What is them things?

- Well, that's her breakfast.

- No. You gotta be kidding me!

Alma will eat anything you give her.

Eat them thing, Alma!

- Bobby Jay! - What?

- Only he'd done was meet a train.

- Well, did he get on that train?

- No.

Very interesting. Come on!

What else did he do?

He stole a little girl, about so high.

It looks like he's bringing her here.

It sounds like an old Bank robber is gone

white slave trader. Now you hear that, Alma?

Lomax is bringing your replacement!

- Is she gonna eat this thing?

- Well, sure she's gonna eat that thing.

- Do you want to see? - Trooper!

- You give me my money! - What money?

- From last night.

- Oh the hell, you owe us.

Pepe, what'd you think

we ought to charge?

I don't know.

She had a nice roll in her purse!

Give her back her purse!

Give her back her purse stay down!

- You tore that wall and you're gonna pay!

- We ain't paying for nothing, grands.

We are getting paid.

- Pepe, see what's in that cash drawer.

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