The Carpetbaggers Page #6

And I'm going

to go on liking you...

because for someone

with your hunger

that's the best torture

I can think of.

Now you have a nice time

with your paycheck.

Come in.

Well, Rina just pulled out

considerably richer

than when she arrived.

So I heard.

Where are you going?

Germany.

Hit the trail myself.

I figured on

taking you with me.

Oh, no, not me.

Stay here then.

I just bought my house.

I'll be back

in a couple of months.

No, I'm leaving tonight.

Why?

Oh, some houses just die.

Its better to get out

of them quick.

You're the only friend I got,

Nevada.

You're my real father.

Now, don't split up the family.

Nicely said, Junior,

but I'm a hired hand,

and all jobs have

to end sometime.

Just remember what I taught you:

Choose your side, draw fast,

but don't hit

any innocent bystanders.

I'll try.

lf you're determined to leave,

I guess you'll need some money.

No. No, I'm okay.

Its a going-away present.

Max Sand-- ever hear of him?

Cowboy father, indian mother,

grew up wild.

Went after three outlaws

who tortured and killed

his parents.

Gunned them down,

one at a time.

Bodyguard in a fancy house

in New Orleans.

Killed another man there.

Went to a prison camp,

escaped.

Robbed banks, hid in Mexico.

Satisfied more women

than a cavalry regiment

on leave.

Wanted in six states.

Then something happened.

He hung up his guns,

turned soft.

Took a job as a companion

to a boy with no mother,

no father to speak of.

Max Sand.

Did you ever hear of him?

Well, I'll be.

Did you dig up

all this information yourself?

And that's the only copy.

Even your father didn't know.

Nobody did.

Nobody does.

How much you asking for this?

Nothing.

Take it with you.

But if you're ever tempted

to preach me a sermon sometime

just open it to any page

and recall your own sins.

Who has a better right

to preach than the sinner?

Junior, you're not going

to make me pay for this someday

are you?

Depend on it.

By the way, I almost forgot.

I have something for you.

What is it?

All my stock in Cord Chemical,

signed over to you,

lock, stock and barrel.

Nevada, this is, this is...

Don't say anything.

Its no use to me.

All right.

Well...

good-bye, Junior.

Good-bye, Nevada.

Keep in touch.

Sure.

Nevada?

Yeah?

Where you going?

What are you going to do?

Join up with a couple

of old saddle tramp buddies,

take a Wild West circus

around the country.

Something I've always

wanted to do.

I just wondered.

Jonas?

Jonas?!

Jonas, where are you?

Jonas?!

Jonas, what are you doing

in this room?

I was just...

I was just...

I told you never to come

in here again.

I was only looking!

Looking?

Looking for what?

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