This Gun for Hire Page #5

First call for breakfast!

First call for breakfast!

First call for breakfast!

First call for breakfast!

Morning.

You're sure this wire will reach

Los Angeles ahead of the train?

Oh, yes, sir.

Uh, keep it. Thank you very much.

Next stop, Los Angeles.

Let me see your left wrist.

Okay, thank you.

Wait a minute. Lookin' for me for a job

I didn't do, and they're not gonna get me.

You're gonna help. Can

we see your left wrist?

Can we see your left wrist? Let

me see that wrist. Thank you.

Can we see your left wrist? There

won't be any shooting, will there?

That's up to him. Can

we see your left wrist?

Why, it's only me, boss.

Tommy, take these bags

and don't let me out of your sight.

Don't worry, boss. I'll be

right here holding your hand.

All right, get goin'.

Can we see your left wrist?

Can we see your left

wrist? Let me see it.

They got him!

I tell ya I cut it.

I'm a machinist. Yeah?

No, no, no!

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

You've let him get away.

Easy. He's still on that train.

Dig him out!

Well, you made it.

Sorry I can't have breakfast with

you, but I've got a dress rehearsal.

You, uh, won't be needing

the baby anymore, will you?

Good luck.

I got a job to do.

Nobody knows you're here.

Go ahead.

Somebody does know.

Keep walkin'.

Look, I...

In there.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Hey, what are you doin' in here?

Do you wanna get hurt?

We're tearing

this dump down!

What's cookin' here?

Everything is prepared

for the gas mask rehearsal, sir.

We're ready in

the processing plant, sir.

At 8:
00 tomorrow morning,

everyone will be wearing a gas mask.

The same with packing and

shipping, Mr. Brewster.

And my department, sir.

I didn't quite hear you, sir.

That's excellent.

Mr. Brewster says,

"That's excellent. "

For their own protection,

see to it that all my employees

take this rehearsal seriously.

They're the only family

I have. That's all.

Mr. Brewster, I don't know

how to quite tell you...

You're a bungling idiot,

Gates!

I gave you a job to do involving

millions and you botched it.

I didn't botch it, sir. Here's

Baker's letter and the formula.

Raven got those, and then you let

him slip through your fat fingers.

Is that all?

As a matter of fact, I don't know

whether they're working together or not,

but there was a girl

on the train with Raven.

You know anything

about her?

She's... a performer

I just hired for my nightclub.

Apparently you want

to commit suicide.

I didn't know that when I hired her, and now

I'm afraid to turn her over to the police.

They wouldn't believe anything

Raven said, but they might believe her.

You're a fool!

Get down to that club of yours!

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