The Wages of Fear Page #4

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dangerous work are required.

You hear that?

$2,000 a piece.

In a week...

we'll be rich!

We'll remember what a

swell guy Hernandez was.

Cement in your lungs.

There are some

pretty bad spots.

Better quit or you

won't last long.

How long?

A year, six months,

maybe longer.

Maybe less?

What'll I do?

Clear out

immediately.

How can I?

That's the question.

Experienced drivers.

Dangerous work.

Very good wages.

How much do you pay?

$2,000.

You mustnt go!

You'll get killed!

Don't go with him!

You'll all get killed!

If any one

fools around...

I'll grab the first guy I see...

and smash his mug

on a roll bar!

And they're made

of iron!

That makes one.

You drove like a charm.

You were way better!

I told you!

What about me?

Come on.

No, you go on ahead.

Don't worry.

You and I'll manage.

The show's over

now. Come off it!

There's just the two of us.

I want to have it out.

Cut it out! I know you

from way back.

You know I can drive!

You're too old, Jo.

And so am I.

We're played out.

I don't feel old.

One of those guys'll

back out.

We'll see.

You want to bet?

If anyone backs out,

the job's yours.

Okay. It's a deal.

"Dear Mama,

I've found a job.

"If I don't write

for a while...

"don't worry.

Love, Bernardo."

One, two, three, four,

five, six... for the house!

Mud in your eye!

For the millionaires!

-Linda, please.

-Not now.

Let him talk.

It's very important.

Please mail this

in the morning.

Stop crying!

You'll go next time.

Buck up!

You're a man!

You fellows are,

but not me.

Where's Jo?

He's up in his room.

He did his dirty work

and now he's hiding.

You leave and

he stays behind.

One more hour.

Go bawl outside!

An hour can be

a long time.

"Hail Mary, Full of grace...

"The Lord is with you.

Blessed art thou among women.

"Blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

"Mother of God,

pray for us sinners."

Quick, everybody, come! Run!

What's eating you?

He hanged himself!

Who? Jo?

No, the kid, the

Italian, Bernardo.

Mr. O'Brien's first victim.

We sure look classy!

Can't kick off

without a uniform.

Even when they

guillotine you...

they dress you up first.

It's not like him

to be late.

No, not him.

I'll call the hotel.

Wait.

Here he comes.

Hello, boys!

I came to see my pal off.

What's the matter?

Looks like a funeral.

Did you happen

to see Smerloff?

Why hasn't he shown up?

Well, well.

Who saw him last?

He had a drink with us,

and then he left with Jo.

We had things

to talk about.

You think it'll be okay?

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

I'm scared I won't

be good enough.

Don't worry, kid,

I'm with you.

Where's the stuff?

Off to dinner!

Easy! It's bad

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