1:31:00
Oh, sure.
1:31:03
All I itch for is money.
1:31:05
I'm so greedy that for £50 a day,
plus expenses on the days I work...
1:31:09
...I risk my future, the hatred of the cops,
of Eddie Mars and his pals.
1:31:14
I dodge bullets, put up with saps,
and say thank you very much...
1:31:17
...if you have any further trouble, please
call me. I'll just put my card on the table.
1:31:21
I do all that for a few pounds.
And maybe just a bit to...
1:31:25
...protect what little pride a sick
and broken old man has in his family...
1:31:30
...so that he can believe
that his blood is not poison...
1:31:34
...that his little girls, though they may be
a trifle wild, are not perverts and killers.
1:31:46
Take her someplace where they'll keep
her away from guns and knives and junk.
1:31:53
Hell, she might even get herself cured.
1:31:56
It's been done.
1:32:08
What did it matter where you lay
once you were dead?
1:32:11
In a stagnant lake or in a marble tower
on top of a hill? You were dead...
1:32:17
... you were sleeping the big sleep, you
were not bothered by things like that.
1:32:21
Oil and water...
1:32:22
... were the same as wind and air to you.
You just slept the big sleep...
1:32:26
... not caring about the nastiness
of how you died or where you fell.
1:32:30
Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far
more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.
1:32:35
But the old man didn't have to be.
1:32:38
He could lie quiet in his canopied bed,
with his bloodless hands...
1:32:42
... folded on the sheet, waiting.
1:32:44
His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur.
1:32:48
His thoughts were as grey as ashes.
1:32:52
And in a little while he too,
like Rusty Regan...
1:32:55
... would be sleeping the big sleep.