All language subtitles for Hickok.2017.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H264-FGT

- No, no, you keep your
goddamn head down, all right?

You hear me?

Take out that gunner!

Stay here, you don't
move a goddamn muscle!

- Bill.

Bill, please,
please, don't leave.

Please don't leave,
I don't wanna die.

- Goddammit, kid.

- No, bill, please.

Bill, please.

Please.

Bill.

Bill, bill, don't leave!

- Wake up, bill.

Come on, wake up!

- Please, don't
shoot him, Luther.

- Nobody's gonna shoot nobody.

We're just here to
take bill to jail.

- Jail?

Now, hold on a minute,
I ain't done nothin'.

- You sell the horse and
the carriage to Sam here?

- Ain't nothin' wrong with
a little commerce, is there?

- But did you own that
horse and carriage?

- I would if I had
any kinda luck.

- Get up and get dressed.

And don't try nothin',

'cause I got your gun.

- Can I leave?

- Let her go.

She's a fine woman,

highly talented.

You may quote me, my dear.

- Thank you.

I'll come visit ya, bill.

- Go.

Shit!

- I need hardly remind
you that I never miss.

Your gun, please, and mine.

- You think you're gonna
get away with this, bill?

- Sam, open the closet.

Get inside.

- Oh, but, bill,

I'm not really good
in confined spaces.

- Sam!

Closet or the bullet, come on.

You, too, sheriff.

Sorry.

- I am not gonna forget this.

- I'm sure you won't.

Get inside.

- I'm comin' for ya, Billy.

- Everyone, please,

if you're boarding the train,
you must have a ticket.

I'm gonna need to
see a ticket, ma'am.

Sir!

- I'm sorry, your ticket,
or your money to buy one,

or your life.

- Hickok?

- Do I know you?

- Corporal Fred Finley.

You know, Reb uniforms,
behind Reb lines?

- Yeah, yeah, of
course, of course.

- Move out the way, please.

Sir, excuse me.

- Forgive me, I'm,
I'm desperate.

- Tickets, please,
what's goin' on here?

- It seems my friend here
has misplaced his wallet.

- Yeah, lose it all the time.

- Well, I'm still
gonna need a ticket, sir.

- Don't worry, I'll
take care of his ticket.

- A whiskey salesman, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

Bourbon, rye, Brandy,

through the whole
Midwest clear to Omaha.

- Suits you down to a T,

Ted.

- You don't remember me, do ya?

- What?

Don't remember my
favorite corporal?

- You remember
Mattie, my cousin?

- Well.

- I introduced you to her.

- Mattie, god.

Fred Finley.

- Bill Hickok.

- Whiskey.

- Be two bits.

- Okay.

You ever had Kentucky bourbon?

- Sir.

- Name's Phil Poe, proprietor
of this establishment.

- Bill, bill Hickok.

- Wild bill Hickok?

- Been known to go by that name.

- Ben, get Mr. Hickok a
bottle of my private stock.

Could I interest you in a game?

- Much obliged, but I...

- ah, no buts, no buts.

- Well, I can resist
anything but temptation.

- Well, we want you
to feel at home, Mr. Hickok.

Enjoy your bourbon.

And the game.

- Appreciate it.

- Yeah.

- So that's the
famous wild bill?

- Ah, hell, he don't look
like he got a pot to piss in.

- Gentlemen, I seem to have
misplaced my wallet, so,

if it's all the same
to you, then, uh,

my marker is my word of honor.

- House rules.

- You callin'?

- I'm raising.

20 more.

- Wait, hold on, you're
a goddamn cheater.

You've been winnin' every
hand all night long.

- Now, hold on, son.

This happens in poker.

Even a blind hog finds
an acorn once in awhile.

- Oh, yeah?

Who the hell are you?

- Now, there's no need for that.

Put the gun down.

You just, you have a lot
to learn about poker.

I'd be happy to teach you.

No, no, no, don't shoot
him, Sam, he's just a boy.

- Idiots.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- What?

- Which one's your horse?

- Uh, that one.

- Much obliged.

Closer to the fire, so
I can see you, please.

What do you want, old man?

- You can start by
puttin' that gun away.

Name is George Knox,
mayor of that town.

I figured maybe we could
just go somewhere and talk

for a while.

It used to be quiet here.

A place where people
could raise their youngins

without the fear
of a stray bullet.

Things ain't so quiet anymore.

Now, we could use someone
with your skills to help us

get this town back
to that place.

How would you like to
be marshal of Abilene?

- Why the hell would I wanna
do a crazy thing like that?

- The same reason
you just interfered

in another man's quarrel

and put yourself between
him and a bullet.

'Cause sometimes it takes a
good man to stop bad people.

- I ain't a good man.

- Son, every man's
got his demons.

- How much does the job pay?

- A $100 a month.

- That's not nearly enough.

- 150 and $10 extra for
every man you arrest.

- What about each man I shoot?

- It ain't blood money.

$10 for every man
you arrest, not kill.

Now, we got a deal?

- Deal.

If you don't mind me asking,

what happened to
your last marshal?

- Resigned.

- You mean he was killed?

Well, that's gonna cost
you a little extra.

Say, a house and
some new clothes?

- I think we can handle that.

- Marshal, all right.

- Now, you fine
gentlemen let me know

if y'all need
anything else, okay?

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Mm-hmm.

- Gentlemen, within a week,
Abilene will be an island

in the sea of Texas
cattle and Texas humans.

- Will all due respect, mayor,

this is a good Christian
town, a god-fearin' town.

- Oh, for god's sakes, get
off your high horse, Jenkins.

You and I both know that Abilene

can teach Sodom and
Gomorrah a few lessons.

But, Knox, hirin' a gunslinger,

you think that's the right move?

- Damn right it is.

- Ooo-whee!

You sure are pretty.

- Damned if I ain't.

- You know, I can't
seem to figure out

how I ended up in here,
and you ended up out there.

Didn't you steal my horse?

- Son, I'm gonna give
you a word of advice.

You're sittin' at
the poker table,

and you can't see who
the idiot is, it's you.

I saved your life by
throwin' you in that box.

You should be thankful.

- Yeah, uh, just what did
ya hit me with, anyway?

- Big ol' bottle.

Scotch.

Damn shame.

- Bang, got you!

- What the hell are you doin'?

You followin' me
around with this?

- I wanna be a lawman
when I grow up!

- A lawman, huh?

Why aren't you in school?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's Saturday.

- Saturday?

Well, go on, get outta here.

- I want my gun!

- No, I'm keepin'
your gun, I like it.

- I said I want my
gun, you bastard!

- Hold up your hands,
you son of a bitch!

I saw what you did
to that poor boy.

You've run through your luck.

Every breath you
take from now on

is a personal present from me.

- You wouldn't murder a man
without givin' him a fair play,

would you?

- I'm gonna learn ya a lesson.

Can ya dance?

You look awful
pretty in that getup.

- Listen, why don't ya calm
down and I'll give you my guns?

- Yeah.

- You like the sound of that?

- Yeah.

- Here.

Son of a bitch.

Somebody give me a hand here.

- Yeah, I'll take charge here.

- Mr. preacher.

- In addition to my holy duties,

I'm also the town undertaker.

- Well, that's handy, I guess.

- We are a god-fearin'
town, marshal.

It's like the good book says,

waste not, want not.

- Sorry to disappoint you.

Hoist him up.

He's all yours.

- The good book
also tells us that all things

come to those who wait.

- You better be careful
shootin' people, Mr. marshal.

Sullivan's a good customer.

- Your good customer just
tried to bushwhack me.

- Sully's harmless.

- No one's harmless with a gun

and a belly full of liquor.

From now on,

you be sure you don't serve a
man more than he can handle.

- I just take orders, mister.

Mr. Poe says the only
question I ask is,

can they pay for their drinks?

- Welcome.

I reckon congratulations
are in order.

Ben, pour our new marshal
a drink of the good stuff.

- It's all right, Ben.

We'll drink this bottle.

- Ah, no, no.
- What's the matter?

Whiskey's whiskey, ain't it?

- Well, I prefer my own brand.

- This is your brand.

These are all your brands.

Unless you're puttin' bad
whiskey into good bottles.

Hmm?

- How much you make a
month, marshal, 150?

That ain't very much.

- Things are gonna
change around here.

First thing that's
gonna change is

this whiskey.

I have a duty to the
citizens in this town.

- Would $50 a month
change your mind?

- You know, the second
thing that's gonna change,

these cards.

I had a sneaking suspicion

that people ain't been
gettin' a square deal.

- You're a good man, bill.

I spotted that right off.

What do ya say a $100 a month?

- What kind of a
marshal would I be

if I didn't follow
the letter of the law?

I reckon 25% of the house
sounds about right, don't it?

This offer is nonnegotiable.

- Well, you're a
pragmatist, bill.

That's a quality that
I admire in a man.

Luck is a lady,

and this one's on the house.

- Luck is female, but
she ain't no lady.

- When the lights are
out, neither am I.

- Hi, marshal.

- How many of 'em are there?

- Three.

- Didn't mean to interrupt.

- Ma'am.

- Just here to escort
you to Mr. Poe's.

- I'll come when
I'm good and ready.

- Yes, sir.

- Get outta here.

Close the door!

- Like my new hotel?

It's nice, huh?

- Bang!

- You again, you
little scoundrel.

- Joey.

- Fine boy you have here.

- Get outta here, Joey.

- Go on.

- That young hellion
takes after his mother.

- Ah?

- I'm afraid she's
overindulged the boy.

Let me introduce you.

Gentlemen, this is our new
marshal Mr. bill Hickok.

- How do you do?

- I, uh, hope that we can
continue our discussion.

Scenery's better
over there, isn't it?

- Ah, yeah, well.

- Excuse me, ladies,

I'd like to introduce
our new lawman to ya.

And this beautiful
creature is my betrothed,

miss Mattie Lyles.

- Well, ladies,

most honored to make
your acquaintances.

I hope that you come to
see me as a protector

and a friend in days to come.

Please feel free to
call upon me anytime.

Excuse me.

- Hi, darlin'.

- Ow.

Okay, can't say I
didn't deserve that.

- I've been waitin'
10 years to do that.

You're a son of a bitch.

- What?

- You took off and
never came back.

You could've written
at least once.

- Come on, I went
to war, Mattie.

What did you expect?

I was dodging bullets,
left, right, and center.

I didn't know where
I was gonna live

from one day to another.

- Why am I not surprised?

- It's good to see you.

- How much?

- How much what?

- I know you, bill,

$200 and you forget
you ever knew me.

- Now, hold on.

I gain nothin' by telling
your Mr. Poe anything.

I'm pleased to see you so happy.

- 300 for your silence
and not a cent more.

- Now, you're
hurtin' my feelings.

- When I was young and foolish,

I thought you were dashing

and gallant,

but now I see you for
what you really are.

You're a liar.

You're a live-for-today
hedonist with no ambition.

- That's not true.

- And you only have
one particular skill.

Killin' people.

- Stop here.

- Whoa.

- Give us a moment, Jerry.

What you frettin' about, Mattie?

- I just don't understand

how they can make a
man like that marshal.

I just wish you'd use your
influence on the town council,

get rid of Hickok.

- Was he in the army
with your husband?

- No.

I don't know him.

I just know his type.

He only cares about four things,

shootin', drinkin',
and gamblin',

and you can guess the last.

- I suppose I can
guess the last.

Don't you worry your pretty
head about it any longer.

I'll take care of it.

Let's go, Jerry.

- Sullivan!

Rise and shine.

Time to go home.

- I am at home.

- Then go to work.

- I am at work.

I'm the jailer.

- Well, that's handy.

- What about me?

You know I have a farm
that needs plowin'.

- I'm gonna give you
some more advice, son.

Drinking, gambling,
and shootin',

they don't mix, speaking
from personal experience.

Best you stay there till
you've learned your lesson.

- I'll need money then.

- Money?

What for?

- For breakfast.

You need to feed the prisoner.

- On the other hand,

if as a result of my advice

to take alcohol
only in moderation

and to never pull a
gun at the poker table,

you promise not to do it
again, then I'll let you go,

but I'm keeping your gun.

- You can't keep my gun.

You can't keep my gun, please.

- Sullivan, let that idiot out.

- May I help you,

marshal?

- Yes, yes, of course, I,

I would like to buy a hat.

- What kind of hat?

- Well, a lady's hat, but I
don't know much about 'em,

so I'd appreciate any suggestions
you might have, Mattie.

- You presume familiarity.

- Oh.

- You may call me,
Mrs. Lyles, sir.

- Mrs. Lyles.

You know, that name
sounds familiar.

I swear I've heard
it somewhere before.

- Here.

Take it.

It's on the house.

Take it and leave.

No, no, no, I, I
insist on paying.

You know, this is a nice
place you have here,

Mrs. Poe.

- I know what you're thinkin'.

And, yes, Philip did set
me up in this little shop,

and, yes, I am
going to marry him,

so please just take your
hat and get out of here.

- I bought that hat
for you, Mattie.

- Howdy, bill.

This shit kicker
drew on me first.

Look, I'm tellin' you
it was a fair fight.

He got what was comin' to him.

- You just killed an
unarmed boy, Slade.

Oh my god!

- You take care of him,
all right, preacher?

- Oh, don't you worry about
that one little bit, marshal.

I'll make sure he gets a
first-class sendoff.

- I'm talkin' about the boy.

- Okay.

- Well, I'm gonna
have to raise, boys.

Goddamn, Hickok!

- I believe this belongs to you.

- Looks to me like he
belongs to the devil now.

- You ordered this
piece of horseshit

to shoot the sodbuster.

- Now why would I do that?

I didn't have no
quarrel with the man.

He didn't pull his gun on me.

Slade had this comin' anyway.

Goon!

Come get this piece
of shit off my pot.

Have a seat, Hickok, and
I'll take your money.

- God, they never stop.

- Joey!

Joey!

- Texas boys are here.

- Don't get yourself killed now!

- Oh, god almighty.

- Doc!

- Hold your horses.

I'm comin'.

Oh boy.

- Ah, yeah.
- Okay, put him on.

- Yeah, he caught a bullet.

- Where's the bullet?

- It's in his leg.

- Okay.

Now, son, ah, god.

Okay, son, now,

we're gonna have to pull
the bullet out right away

to stop the bleeding, okay?

So you gotta be brave.

I can't give you
anything to go to sleep.

You're just gonna have
to gut it out, okay?

You know what, we
could give him a shot.

Okay?

- Whiskey?

Really?

- Yeah.

Oh, forget it, come on.

You look really tough.

You'll be brave,
be a good soldier.

Okay?

Just count to 40, okay?

One, two.

- One, two, three.

- We're not goin' anywhere.

Grab his foot, hold his foot.

Let's see.

- Okay, Joey, listen, I
want you to listen to me.

I want you to listen
to me real careful.

Look at me, look at me.

Why don't I tell you
about the time that I was

scoutin' for my friend general
Custer in the black hills.

I was far in advance
of the column, okay?

And I found myself
cutoff by Cheyennes,

the most bloodthirsty savages

you ever had the
displeasure to meet.

Now, I managed to slip past
'em, and they chased me

into a dead-end canyon

with a little narrow
passageway leadin' in,

and I knew that they
could only come through

one man at a time,

so I decided to make
my stand there, okay?

So I turn around, and I'm ready,

but they disappear.

Silence.

And bang!

Gunfire starts.

And you know who pops
his head through?

A little ol'
confederate boy, okay?

He's movin' so slow,

I put a bullet right between
his, right between his eyes,

and, uh, his friends,

they clamber over the top
of him to come through.

And I drop another
one and another one.

And this,

I'm outta bullets then, okay?

So I draw my knife, and I
back up against the far wall.

By that time, they're
crowdin' around me.

- What happened next?

- Well, what could I do?

I was

outgunned and outnumbered,

out of ammo.

I only had my knife.

- So what'd ya do?

- I pissed my pants, doc.

- Now bandage.

You're doin' good.

Just stay this quiet
in here as you can.

I tell ya one thing,

guns are good for business.

- George.

- Can I help ya, son?

- I'm guessin' you
heard about young Joey.

It ain't right that a grown
boy can't horse around

without risking a bullet.

- And you're gonna tell me how
to keep that from happenin'?

"The carrying of firearms
within city limits

"is strictly prohibited."

- No guns at all.

You leave 'em at camp,
or ya check 'em into

the marshal's office
on the way into town.

- You sure about this, son?

Some folks ain't gonna
be too happy about this.

- Yeah, well,

they'll just have
to live with it.

- Boss, you know boys
can't belly up to the bar

if they're cuffed hand and
foot to the marshal's desk.

- Now where am I gonna sleep?

- Bill, I want you to know

I'm a 100% in favor of
what you're tryin' to do.

100% in principle,

but I think we need
to be practical here.

This ain't the only town
they can drive cattle to.

- My mind's made up, okay?

There's no changin' it.

And that goes for you, too.

- Do I need to remind
you of our arrangement?

- Ben, put a goddamn
cork in that bottle

and sit it on its
side facing me.

I see a lot of you
sons of bitches

violatin' the no-guns ordinance.

So I'm gonna explain
it to you real simple

by uncorking that bottle there.

Anyone else beside me do that?

If not, kindly head to the bar.

Give your guns to
Ben for safekeeping.

- I'd like to give it
a try, Mr. marshal.

- Put another cork
in the bottle, Ben.

- Spin it.

Whoo.

- What do they call you, son?

- Hardin, John Wesley Hardin.

- You born somewhere?

- Most likely somewhere.

- You best get
back to somewhere.

- Oh, I don't know,
I kinda like it here.

Think I'll stay for a while.

- I recognize you now.

You're not a John Wesley
Hardin, you're Wesley Clemmons.

Folks call you little Arkansas.

- That's a new one,
little Arkansas.

- You know, you might
almost be as fast as me.

Ben, pour Arkansas
a drink on me.

Rest of you, keep givin'
your guns to the bartender.

Sully will pick 'em up later.

- Can I do somethin' for you?

- Yeah, mayor, you
can do somethin' about

that young marshal of yours.

Boy's runnin' all of my
customers out of town.

- Now, listen to me,
you son of a bitch.

Ain't no one stoppin' them
boys from drinkin' the swill

you call whiskey.

- Now, you listen to me.

If it weren't for my businesses,

you wouldn't have
no goddamn town.

You'd just blow
away in the dust.

Ain't right messin'
with a man's livelihood.

And I'd hate to see
your young marshal

meet with some
unhealthy accident

while he's performing
his duties.

- I stand by my decision.

Now get your ass
off my property.

Before I put a bullet in you.

- I say we teach this
Yankee dandy a lesson.

- Ride out to camp,
pick up the spare guns.

- And a strong rope.

- Invite wild bill to
a little necktie party.

- Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

- We don't much like
your new ordinances.

- Yeah, we don't much like you.

- Is that so?

- That's so.

We reckon it's time you
leave Abilene for good.

- The next person to
move, I cut in half.

You boys put your tails
between your legs,

and you get outta here.

Get.

- Yeah, we'll be
seein' you real soon.

- You take care now, Yankee.

- Hi, darlin', how was your day?

- It was all right, Mattie.

How was yours?

- It was good.

- I see ya found 'em.

The pearls.

- Oh, uh, I must've taken
'em off when I was cleanin'.

- Well, you should
be more careful.

Allow me.

There,

back where they belong.

Now what are you so
excited about, son?

- You should've seen him!

Wild bill took on a 100 men!

He's one tough fella.

- A 100 men, you say?

Hmm.

- Don't move a muscle.

- You used to like
it when I moved.

I don't know if you're
aware of it, but

you're a hero in Joey's eyes.

Do me a favor.

Tell 'em not to be like you.

- I'll walk you home.

Why?

Who are you tryin' to protect?

Me or Poe?

You stay down.

Goddammit.

- Give me two.

- Mr. Hardin, you're
pretty fast with a gun.

- So I've been told.

- From what I saw, you
may be the fastest.

You may be the best.

I'm gonna take two.

What are you gonna do if wild
bill asks you for your guns?

- Well, he ain't asked yet.

- These drovers,
all from the south,

Texas mostly,

and they don't much
cotton to Yankee lawmen.

I'm just sayin' if somethin'
was to happen to wild bill,

we'd need a new marshal.

- You want me to kill
wild bill for nothin'?

- You never get
somethin' for nothin'.

No, there's a reward,

$500 reward.

- Isn't that ironic.

A bounty

on a lawman.

- You in?

- If you're so anxious
to see wild bill dead,

why don't ya kill him yourself?

- If you want
somethin' done right,

you oughta hire the best.

- You know, somethin'
tells me, Poe,

you're not an honest man.

- Let's just say, I
ain't easy to beat.

- It's time to fish or cut bait.

Somethin's gotta be done
about little Arkansas.

The son of a bitch is wearin'
his guns in plain view.

- You can harness a mule,

but you teach a horse to run.

- Let's, uh, make this drink
for long nights of no rest.

- Little Arkansas,

I'm callin' you out.

I'll be in the street waitin'.

- Well, sorry about
that rude interruption.

Save the last dance for me.

- Drop your guns

or I'm gonna arrest you.

- You want my guns?

Okay.

Take 'em.

- What you lack in sense,

you certainly make
up for in gumption.

Don't you know anythin'?

I invented the
road agent's spin.

- I didn't know you
were that old, marshal.

- Well, it's a funny thing.

Older I get,

the more I learn.

- Well, if you'd like
to keep learnin',

I'd holster that
pistol of yours.

- Notice my hammer tied back?

If something should happen
to cause my thumb to slip,

you will catch a bullet
right between your eyes.

- Well, I can't see what
good it's gonna do me

to surrender my guns,

if you're just gonna go ahead
and shoot me in the back

the second I turn and walk away.

- You have been
misinformed, sir.

I never shoot a man in the back.

How 'bout a compromise?

What do you say to a drink?

- I say all right.

You know, there's a rumor
going around about you,

says that you were a
Yankee spy during the war.

- It was a stupid war.

- Well,

you know the only way you're
gonna get these guns off me,

marshal, is if ya kill me.

- I'm considerin' it.

If I let you loose,

pretty soon every
bowlegged son of a bitch

is gonna be wearin'
his guns, too.

I can't allow that.

- I understand your problem.

I do.

It's just I ain't ready
to leave town yet,

and I sure as hell ain't
takin' these guns off.

- You remind me of someone.

- Well, he sounds handsome, who?

- It's not important.

The point is, you got potential.

You just might do.

- Do what?

You want me to be a lawman?

- Pay is a $100 a month,

a lot more than a drover makes.

What do ya say, little Arkansas?

- Well, I say Poe offered me
$500 for just one day of work.

- There's two ways you're
leavin' this office

wearin' those guns of yours,

feet first,

or wearin' that badge.

- Can I ask you
somethin', marshal?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why do you call me Arkansas?

- 'Cause if you were
John Wesley Hardin,

we'd have to hang you.

- Arkansas it is.

- I usually take a different
route on these patrols,

keep the bushwhackers guessin'.

- Why the shotgun?

Seems to me a rifle would
be a little more accurate.

- Well, this here's what I
call preventative medicine.

Sawed-off filled
with blue whistles

is a mighty fine deterrent.

- Well, I've never had to
shoot twice at the same man.

- There's somethin' you gotta
learn about gunfightin'.

- Oh, yeah, what's that?

- No matter how fast you are,
there's always someone faster.

The more you use your gun,

the sooner you're gonna
run into that man.

- I reckon I still got some
time before I meet that man.

- Last chance, hand
'em over, Arkansas.

- Come get it, marshal!

- Bang, bang, bang, bang,

bang, bang, bang!

- You wanna come upstairs?

- Not tonight, darlin'.

Much obliged.

- Consider it done.

- There's a lot of vagrancy
in this part of town.

Keep your eyes skinned.

The lawman has no friends
and few sympathizers.

A momentary benevolence
can prove fatal.

I don't intend to die of
an excess of benevolence.

- Well, I don't think you got...

- you see him?

- See him, I got him.

You can't see him?

- Yeah, yeah, I can see him.

- You know this dandy here?

- Yeah, I know him.

- Well, we're lucky he's about
as accurate a shooter as you.

- You just killed
an old man, marshal.

Time for you to meet your maker.

- I'll see you in hell, Hickok!

- I wanna help the
marshal patrol!

Ow!

- I want you to stay
away from wild bill.

You are not to see or
speak to that man again.

You hear me?

Do you hear me?

- Whenever I look into
a light of any kind,

it's edged with halos,
bright as January sun dogs.

- Well, ya have a film

over your eyes,

and it'll be all
right for a while,

but in five years.

- In five years what?

- Total blindness.

I can't help you,

but you can help yourself.

You're at a point where
you can make a decision,

and you must make a decision.

You can take the path of a
boy, reckless and careless

and stupid,

or you can take a higher road

and become a man.

- Become a man by

plowin' fields, huh?

Is that what you're suggesting?

- Look, bill, get an
easier profession,

start leading a
different kind of a life.

- This is all I've been
good at my whole life, doc.

What am I gonna do?

- You cannot ignore this, bill.

You must not ignore it,
'cause it isn't gonna go away.

- All right.

I'd appreciate it if you kept
this information to yourself.

- You're a patient.

I'm a doctor.

Strictly confidential.

- This stays confidential,

or your wife's gonna
end up a widow, doc.

I'm serious, doc.

I seen you with the drinking.

When you drink, you talk.

- You wear a badge.

I'm a doctor.

It's strictly
confidential, trust me.

I took an oath.

- Okay, well you
remember your oath,

and you keep your mouth shut.

Thanks for the good news.

- I got somethin' I
want you all to do.

I want you all to spread the
word that that son of a bitch

is moon-blind.

He can't see in
the goddamn dark.

Hello, Fred.

- Mr. Poe.

- Moon-blind.

Can ya handle that?

- Yeah, boss.

We got that.

- Go on.

How are you, Fred?

- Very good, sir.

Name your poison.

- Well, I'll have, uh, a
barrel of the old Kentuckian,

and then, uh, half-dozen
barrels of the usual.

- One old Kentuckian and just,
just a half-dozen barrels?

- Half dozen, Fred.

- Say, Mr. Poe, uh,

did a bill Hickok come
through here recently?

They call him, uh, wild bill.

- Name sounds familiar.

- Well, Hickok was acquainted
to a relative of mine,

uh, a miss Mattie silks.

She was engaged to some
fancy fella, if I remember.

- Mr. Poe's also engaged,

but the lady's name is
Lyles, Mattie Lyles.

- Lyles?

Well, that was
Mattie's mother's name.

Hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Poe.

- What do you want?

- Well, I,

I brought a present for the boy.

A walking stick, useful
for getting around.

Also, useful against
bloodthirsty savages.

- Wow, thanks!

- You're welcome.

And for the lady of the
house, fresh-cut flowers,

all the way from Kansas City.

- Joey, give it
back, it's dangerous.

- Ah, mom.
- Now!

- Yes, ma'am.

- Tend to your chores.

- Do as your mother says, boy.

- Yes, sir.

- Your flowers are also
unwelcome and a mistake.

- You're the one makin'
a mistake, Mattie.

You can't marry that man.

I'm begging you.

- Well, it's my mistake,

and it ain't my
first one either.

- As I recall, I was
your first mistake.

- I'm not proud of that,

or the life I led, but that
all ended once I had Joey.

- I still care for you, Mattie.

I know you care for me.

- You need to leave.

Poe will be here soon.

Whatever shortcomin's
he may have,

he's punctual.

- What about last night?

- It never happened.

- Mattie.

- Sit down.

Had a long talk with an
old friend of yours today.

Fred Finley.

So, tell me, miss Lyles,

or is it miss silks,

how exactly did your
husband get killed?

What battle?

- Little round top.

- No more lies!

- You bastard.

- That's the only
bastard around here,

and I raised him as my own.

You know what, Mattie?

I'll give you a job
at the bull's head.

I can always use another
good whore down there.

- Come, baby.
- I'm sorry, mom.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- I'm sorry he hit you.

- I didn't know you were
the prince of pistoleers.

- I better not find
out this came from you.

- You're crowdin' me, bill.

And I don't like to be crowded.

- I don't like to be lied to.

You lyin' to me?

- No.

- Good.

- Can I help you, son?

- I think my demons have
finally caught up with me.

- Every man has demons, son.

A man's demons though quiet

are never quite silent.

She was my light,

the thing that kept
the demons in the dark.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

- Only god can forgive you
now, you son of a bitch.

No one can run forever, son.

You quit, you surrender,

they'll dog your heels
till the day you die.

But not if you face it.

Now ask yourself which
you'd rather live with.

- I'm sorry.

- Where is he?

- Please don't.

Please.

- Let's go, we have to go.

Get your things.

Keep your heads down!

- We must've got him.

- Guns are not allowed
in town no more.

- That ain't no law anymore.

There's a new lawman in town.

- Tickets, please.

Tickets, please.

- Listen, when you
get to Wichita,

you seek out a man
named Earp, okay?

He's a good man.

He'll take care of you.

- Tickets, please.

- Come with us, bill.

- You know I can't.

I have to finish this, Mattie.

I've been runnin'
my entire life.

- You're still runnin'.

It's time for you to
hang up your guns.

If you stay,

we can't wait for you.

- I'll wait for you, wild bill.

- You do as your
mother says, boy.

- I know why you're goin' back.

You're goin' back
'cause you're a hero.

I'm gonna back
'cause I'm a coward.

Sometimes it takes more
courage to walk away.

You be a man,

take care of your
mother for me, okay?

- Tickets, please.

- You got me, sir.

- He's my hero.

- He's your daddy.

- You ain't gonna try
to stop me, are ya?

- No.

Reckon you'll want this.

- Poe!

- Wouldn't shoot me in the
back, would ya, Hickok?

Guess not.

$500 to the man that
kills wild bill.

- I'll show you wild, Hickok.

Wild bill, my ass!

I'll show ya wild!

You're not so wild, Hickok!

Yeah, you piece of shit!

Goddammit.

- I'm done running.