The Warrior's Way Page #3

But you are fast.

Just have to be faster.

Ouch!

Ouch! Is this 'cause of yesterday?

'Cause I said I was sorry!

What? Cut it out, Skinny.

I'm serious!

You are slower than molasses

in January.

(laughs) Come on, then!

Ah! (laughs) Ouch!

Cut it out, Skinny!

Ow! (laughs)

Stop it, Skinny!

(laughs)

Cut it out!

I'm serious!

(laughs) Stop!

(laughter)

(speaking Spanish)

(man) You bearded nut!

Merry Christmas,

Laundry Man!

(crowd) Merry Christmas!

(crowd cheers)

Merry Christmas.

Yeah!

(cheers and applause)

(laughs)

(lively music plays)

We go!

(laughter and scattered cheers)

May I have this dance?

(crowd clapping rhythmically)

Whose birthday?

Well...

It's sort of a long story.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, ya young punks!

Ya gonna take me for a spin

or what?

(metal clanging)

I win.

No.

Until your enemy's heart stops,

you have not won.

Is that so?

Did that stop your heart?

(horse whinnies)

(record skipping)

("Silent Night" plays)

Ha! That's better!

(chuckles)

Merry Christmas!

I didn't get my invitation.

Has anyone seen it?

No? Huh.

Never mind.

We're all here now.

No harm done.

Ho, ho, ho.

And what did Santa bring you,

little boy? Huh?

Why...

if it ain't a clown.

You're looking so sad.

Huh.

You know, I never found clowns

that funny myself.

(gunshots,

men whooping and laughing)

Don't worry, clown.

I'm a pretty good shot.

Especially

when I've been drinking.

(bottle clatters)

Hey!

Don't go wastin'

good moonshine.

Wow.

This sh*t's smoother'n a calf's ass.

But this...

this party's for girls.

Let's all go to the spilloon!

What have we here?

Looks like we got ourselves

another clown.

Take this clown for a walk.

(men cheer)

(choking and sputtering)

(laughter and whooping)

(needle scratches,

crowd gasps)

(laughter)

Never quite understood

the attraction of a circus.

(laughter)

Till now. (laughs)

Join the others in Stockton.

I'll catch you up.

Hyah! Hyah!

(laughter and whooping)

Gentlemen, I have a few old memories

I'd like to revisit.

Follow me.

(clicks tongue)

Dang it!

He killed my whole family!

God damn it, Baptiste,

let me go or I swear I'm gonna...

- I-I-I'm sorry, Lynne.

- Lynne.

This ain't just for your protection,

you know.

It's for the whole goddamn town.

(door closes)

Let me see!

We have a winner!

Gentlemen?

(man) Maria!

(gun c*cks)

(speaks Spanish)

He is your, uh...

marido?

My apologies.

I am not the kind of man

who sleeps with a married woman.

No.

Por favor.

Gracias, Seor!

(woman screams)

Mommy! No!

(both sobbing)

Oh!

But their daughters...

Oh, that's a completely

different matter.

Clean them up.

You get a bullet in the head

for every louse I find.

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