Yankee Page #3

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to sell frames?

And you, what kind of hostess are you?

Leaves the guest standing around like a horse.

Come on!

Is a stool okay?

Do you want a cigar?

Fine stuff from smugglers.

No, thanks.

You don't smoke?

Is your throat burning?

Then you

have to wet it.

A whiskey for

the gentleman, quick!

More whiskey!

For you.

Good manners.

But real bad goblets.

I'll give you a whole set

if we're going to do business together.

We still need a jester on our court.

You always said that, Philosopher.

What kind of business

are you talking about?

A killer business

if you ask me.

I only arrived this morning,

but already saw two interesting things:

Your minister for burial affairs

sending Mr. Perro straight to hell.

And then, when I was at the sheriff's,

I had a look at the famous family portraits.

Those with the numbers.

And that got me

an idea.

- What goddamned idea is that?

- A damn good idea, I think.

Founding a company together with you,

for selling heads.

Heads?

Of stone-cold

characters.

Of those.

To make this clear:

They're not worth much, but the numbers

on the portraits are good.

Excellent idea,

Yankee.

And is there also

a bounty on your head?

I'm not yet

on the market, seor.

That's a shame.

The company should be built

on equal shares.

A skin for a skin.

What capital are you bringing in?

I'm bringing

the business concept.

He's someone who should cry,

but he makes us laugh instead.

I told you

we found a jester.

That's enough!

The Concho founds no company.

With nobody.

The Concho has only one partner:

Himself.

Me! Myself.

A good partner.

One who sees with his own eyes,

and hears with his own ears.

And who keeps his back clear

all by himself.

The Concho

has only one partner:

The Great Concho.

Don't you think you're too great

for a single pair of shorts?

And you?

Can't you see

you're way too small for me?

Maybe as a partner,

but as an enemy, I might grow.

Not against me.

A jester will always

be a fool.

And if I'm not amused anymore,

I'll let my men have some fun.

You treated me as a frame seller,

a fur trader, and a jester.

While actually

I'm a safe.

Hombre, talk straight.

Speak out.

Like I said, a safe.

Very secure

and full of money.

What money are you

talking about?

Money I earned myself.

It's not here, but in a safe place.

- Where is that place?

- In the old mine.

The money from the post waggon.

You searched it in vain.

I already found

Cheap John...

...and became

his heir.

But if you found the company,

I'll give you the money from the train...

...as a bailment.

I don't like you,

nightingale.

You can't impress me

with your drivel.

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