Whity Page #2

No one cheats a Nicholson

and gets away with it.

You want to keep her in suspense?

No. That's marvelous.

Its fantastic.

Mr. Nicholson wishes

to address us in the hall.

Please come down, milady.

Thank you, Whity.

Mr. Nicholson wishes

to address us in the hall.

Please come down.

Do you know...

what it's all about?

No, sir.

Thanks, Whity.

Is it something important?

Please wait...

till everyone's here.

Well, then...

My physicians have informed me...

that I don't have long to live.

The entire Nicholson estate

will pass,

on my decease,

in equal parts...

to Katherine Nicholson,

ne Stanwyck,

and Frank Nicholson.

Whereby it should be noted that...

a part of Katherine's rights,

yet to be determined,

shall pass to Frank Nicholson...

as soon as he...

enters into wedlock.

In the event of Katherine remarrying,

she shall forfeit her entire share

of the Nicholson estate,

which shall pass to Frank Nicholson.

In return for which,

she will receive

a cash payment of $50,000.

The validity of this last will and

testament shall be dependent...

on the following provisions:

David Nicholson shall,

until the end of his days,

be fed and cared for in this house.

Furthermore,

Samuel King,

known as Whity,

and his mother, Marpessa,

shall receive in this house...

sustenance,

employment...

and good treatment...

for the rest of their lives.

This will was drawn up

on April 29, 1878.

Signed:
Ben... Nathaniel...

Richard... Nicholson.

I'm leaving for Chicago tomorrow.

I've got a job as a singer.

The pay's good.

It'd be enough for the two of us...

at least at the beginning.

I'm staying with my family.

I'm fond of them.

All of them.

You've no idea

what that family's really like!

You realize why your father

killed that Mexican?

Because he pestered Katherine.

Oh no.

He had to pretend to be a doctor...

and kid Katherine

that Ben was about to die.

Once his job was done,

Ben shot him down...

like a rabid dog.

You and your family!

He gave me money.

A handsome sum.

Here.

To hell with it.

Kill them! Do them all in!

Free yourself of them.

You're a human being, too.

I must go down now.

A bottle of whiskey.

Can I join you in a game?

If you've got the money.

- Sure.

Two for me.

- One.

My God, how funny you are!

Why are you laughing?

She laughed at me, Pa.

You're the only one of my sons...

who has something from me.

Frank's sick.

David's sick.

Katherine's a hyena.

I command you to kill them all.

You will inherit the estate.

Oh, no!

Please don't shoot!

You can have the whole estate.

Just let me...

Let me live!... I beg you.

You realize we'll die of thirst now?

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