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Long day?

Long life.

What's your name?

Susannah.

Ooh! Lovely.

What's you real name, sugar?

I don't even tell
my customers that.

Why should I tell you?

Don't tell me, then.

Quinn, I suppose.

Even lovelier.

What do they
call you?

Can't remember.

Make it Cricket.

Yeah, them boys outta Texas
know a lot more about cowhide

than they do about a woman's.

Where you from, Q?

It doesn't matter.

It's my gift to you.

Obliged.

New Orleans.

Amarillo, El Paso,
Tombstone.

You may have seen more of
these territories than I have.

Well, they can keep
them territories.

Got any smoke on ya?

Ain't proper for a
young gal like yourself

- to be poisoning your...
- Either you give it to me

or I start scratching around
on the floorboards

for a soggy little stub.

Obliged.

My playin' may be poor, but I'm
not entirely sure that's necessary.

Found it under my bed.

I suppose a little friend in
your garter could be a blessing.

- Don't play that.
- Oh, I like this tune.

- Well, I don't. Stop playing it.
- I gotta play something.

You looking to play it with a
harp? I think I told you to stop.

I ain't them boys, Miss Q.

I ain't never
even been to Texas.

Do you suppose
a gun this small

would be enough
to put me down?

You think it'd
kill me outright,

or would I have
to bleed to death?

So much tawdriness comin'
from such a lovely place.

This is how you like
your women, piano man?

Everything looks much lovelier
when the sun comes up.

Or at least less ugly.

This territory
can be punishing.

But you strike me
as especially stubborn.

Survivors are stubborn.

I knew a survivor
like you once.

She was the meanest,
stubbornest,

most savagely beautiful,
hellfire-and-brimstone,

spittin' she-devil
to ever spread hateful blood

on the same boards
you're standing now.

You offerin' me
a bedtime story?

Thought you had a date
with a Derringer.

Some years ago

when the brass on that bar
wasn't quite so tarnished

and the flies
in them whiskey bottles

- still had...
- Wait.

- You told this story before.
- I reckon' I have.

And that's the way
you start it?

That's the way
it starts.

Ain't you gonna
give it a name?

Any good story's
gotta have a name.

The Tale of Cassidy Red:

A ballad of love and hate.

Can I get something
for ya?

You had me worried
you weren't gonna

make it tonight,
handsome.

What's a girl gotta do
to get you alone?

Sounds fun.

What do you say
we go upstairs

and get a little cozier?

What the hell are you
thinking calling me that?

Why don't you just use my
real name while you're at it?

Well, maybe I should have
just called you Ginger?

Did you even bother
reading my letter?

I gave you specific
instructions, Rowena.

I thought you wanted
to be invisible.

Invisible like water,
not molasses.

Well, they don't serve
either in this place.

He's gonna be here
any minute.

He's not coming in here
until I says so.

- What did you tell him?
- Don't you worry.

I told him exactly
what he needed to hear.

And he'll definitely be here?

What did I say?

I need a brush.

Give me the belt.

You have to be joking.

Where are you gonna hide
holsters in a corset?

Give me the belt.

Look, I'm just gonna drop them
the minute he closes the door.

And make a goddamn
racket doin' it,

but you get close enough,
and you can choke

the sound of this little
bastard off in his beard.

It's a whore's gun.

Well, that sure as hell
ain't no missionary costume.

Anybody washed this thing
since Harley died in it?

You ready?

I'll take that as a yes.

That was fast.

Too drunk
to get his boots off.

Left him passed out
in my bed.

Want me to get Davy
and Elle to toss him out?

Let him sleep it off
for a few.

When he wakes me might not
remember he already paid me.

Whiskey me, honey?

You may want to rat hole
some of that silver, Rowena.

He's here early.

Yours?

All yours.

Is she here?

She certainly is.

Think I'll like her?

Oh, I think you'll be very...

what's that word
you always use?

Satiated.

You'll be that.

You give her
the twice over?

I don't wanna go up there and get
a switch blade in between the ribs.

Don't you trust me, darlin'?

You got something
for me, Kearny?

It's, uh, Saturday.

Has been all day.

Will be
for a few hours more.

I mean,
isn't Monday the day?

You can't expect me
to cancel my plans

and come all the way
across the street

to settle something that could have
been sorted on Saturday evening.

Can you?

You gotta give me some time
to get my affairs in order.

I can give you an hour
to get your affairs in order.

How about that?

Apologies for my rudeness...

though I must admit,
I was selfishly hoping

I might catch you
in a moment of impropriety.

I just want you to know
how happy I am

to have you with us.

See, I pride myself
on being a good host,

so any girls that join us here
in a professional capacity,

well, I like to welcome
them... personally.

I like to think of myself
as the Royal food taster,

risking harm to my person,
so as to shelter our customers

from any potential poison
in the product.

Now there's no need to sequester
yourself in the shadows.

If an egotist,
like Rowena admits

to a new hire being attractive,
well, then it certainly

is not a matter of opinion,
so come on out here.

Let's have a look at you.

Well, if it isn't
Miss Josephine Cassidy.

Make peace
with your God, Tom.

For what crime do I owe
this death sentence, hmm?

Loving you?

How about killing
an innocent man?

Doesn't a dying man
deserve one last smoke, Cass?

How'd you do it?

- How'd I do what?
- How'd you kill him?

The red skinned paramour.

Wasn't Rowena supposed to talk
you into using a Derringer?

You think I'd trade my weapon
for an empty garter gun?

I suppose the daughter of a whore is
smart enough to know never to trust one.

You've got exactly five seconds to
unburden yourself and confess to me

how you killed Jakob.
Or I could leave it a mystery

and splatter your brains
all over the wall.

- Who told you I killed him?
- Five...

Oh, your trustworthy
old pal, Rowena.

- Four.
- Scrupulous to a fault, that one.

I mean, when was the last time a hooker
lied to get something they wanted?

- Three.
- Who says Jakob is dead?

Or maybe she told you
exactly what you needed to hear

to get you to come back.

Back to this town.

Back to me.

You're lyin'.

Am I?

I am so happy
that you're home, Cass.

We all are.
Aren't we boys?

Y'all remember Joe Cassidy?

Of course you do.

Who could forget
a prickly pear like her?

I like your new hair, darlin'.

It softens your face.

I am sorry
if I hurt you, Joe,

but you hurt me first.

Matter of fact,
you shattered my heart

into jagged shards and then sprinkled
them pieces all over that campfire.

If you have any heart
still left to beat,

I aim to silence it for good.

That's my girl,

staunch to the last.

Let's find this heartbreaker
a soft place to lay down

them fiery locks,
shall we, boys?

And how did you think
this was going to end exactly?

With your blood
on my boots.

Well, I'll be.
This bracelet fits a lot better

than that ring you lost
interest in so quickly.

Ain't neither of you
long for this world.

Enjoy your last night
together.

Joe?

Jake?

You're alive.

I am now.

Lemme guess. They share
some poison berries

that Jakob had holstered
just in case this ever happened?

Not every one in every
story is quite as hung up

- on martyrdom as you are.
- Since I don't know what that word means,

I'm gonna go ahead
and take it as a compliment.

They say that when lovers are pulled
apart by fate and circumstance,

their bond
is only strengthened,

as if the heart responds
to challenge with resolve.

Are you an authority
on love, Cricket?

May I continue?

Josephine Cassidy

was conceived and delivered
in that room right there,

daughter of Harley O'Houlihan,

one of the founding members of Belle
Vue's most profitable enterprise,

and Cort Cassidy,

part-time killer,
full-time drinker.

A young girl who grows up
in a saloon,

sees and hears things
no child should ever have to,

but when Harley went to work,
she'd banish her daughter

from the Belle
for days at a time.

Joe would ride out
to Cort's ranch

half a day's ride
south of Ruby.

Often as always,
Rowena would come along.

She was a product
of the barkeep taking liberties

with one of Harley's gals,

pretty young thing named Jill,
who died giving birth.

Nobody in Ruby paid Rowena
no never mind,

so she followed Joe back
and forth across that desert,

looked up to her
like a sister.

Besides the occasional meal,
Cort only really had one thing

to offer his daughter,

after all, even when
half in the bag,

he was still
a sinister shot.

Hey!

Back in them days,

a hired trigger like
Cort Cassidy

could wipe entire families
of Apache off their land,

spilling orphans
into the desert.

One of them orphans wandered
for months through open country

'till he made the mistake of
squatting the wrong property.

Hey.

What ya got there?

You're trespassing
on my father's land.

And that tree you're
digging in belongs to us.

So, whatever you have there
is now our property.

Hand it over.

Do you hear me,
Cochise?

I said, hand it over.

Give it to me!

Hey!

Tom Hayes, you're
a bully and a thief.

Leave the poor Apache alone.
Can't you see he's a half wit?

I'm gonna knock the teeth out
of your head, you little whore.

Call me that again.

He's just a jackass,
you know?

A donkey.

A burro.

Do you talk?

I'm not gonna take it,
you silly redskin,

I just wanna see it.

You better
light outta here.

Tommy's gonna be back
with his daddy soon,

and then you've
really had it.

He knows where you
hide that thing now.

Can't very well
leave it behind.

It'll be gone by morning.

Come on, then.

Come on!

That jackass will
never look in here.

He's scared of snakes.

Ha! I knew you
could understand me.

What's in there that's
so damn important anyway?

Yaqui silver?

Them missionaries
teach you to talk?

Y'all scalp 'em afterward?

What the hell's this for?

I think that's the most
wonderful horrible sound

I've ever heard.

What's it say?

Yazzie.

Yazzie.

What's that?
Your tribe?

No.

That's your name?

No.

Yazzie.

That's your family?

It's your family's name?

Yes.

What's your name?

Everybody knows all the best
names come out of this silly book.

That's where my name
comes from.

See?

Guess my folks
were expecting a boy.

What? You like that name?

You can't be Jakob.
Jakob is Joseph's daddy

and I already got me
a daddy, see?

That's Cort.

That there's Harley.

Your family?

My folks.

Not much of a family.

Fine, you can be Jakob,

but at least do this.

Otherwise it's just weird.

I been wearing this
for way too long.

You wear it.

What's that?

I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Look, I got one, too.

Them saguaros really
let you know

if'n you get too close.

Got any more scars,
Jakob Yazzie?

Josephine! Rowena!
Where'd y'all run off to?

Don't worry,
he won't come out here.

He's more scared of them
rattlers than you are.

This might be the ugliest
goddamn thing I've ever seen.

A local prospector,
by the name of Hank Hayes

amassed a small fortune
when the Apache were forced out

of the mountain to make way
for silver mining.

He was something
of a patron saint to the town,

as his deep claims had paid
for Ruby's courthouse,

the saloon, and the education
of his only son, Tom.

Ain't ya gonna plug him
for what he done?

What he did.

What did he do?

Little red bastard
gave me this.

Sure'n you wanna stick
to that story?

Poor little squirrel
couldn't kick his own ass.

I reckon them gals up there the
one's that gave you that bruise.

Perhaps he felt guilty
about all that Apache blood

staining the silver
he took out of them hills.

Or maybe he was just trying to
get a rise out of his ornery son.

Are you Apache or Yaqui?

You understand me,
don't you?

Yes.

Well, what's your name, son?

Hank Hayes made a decision,

and with that, Tommy
had himself a new brother.

Joe! Get over here.

Hell's that around
your neck?

Give it here.

Josephine!

Joe, Come back here!

The thrill of kindred spirits
and youthful possibilities

fueled the untarnished
heart of a child.

But the journey to adulthood rides
saddled with the sting of reality.

And by time Joe Cassidy
had been poisoned

by her father's prejudice
and her mother's opportunism,

she had forgotten all about
her fellow outcast

and landed in the arms
of his brother,

the better prospect.

Jake, look out
for my fiancée now.

She's the most valuable
thing on this ranch.

How long you reckon
you'll be?

Shouldn't be more
than a few weeks.

Bisbee, Tucson, Phoenix.

Collect on the old man's
claims, so...

I'm sorry, Tom.

Your father
was good to me.

Well, let's hope he's good
to us from beyond the grave.

Got a feeling it's gonna
cost me a fortune

to buy that woman
a new family tree.

What are you
talking about?

Well, I can't very well have
the whole territory

knowing who my wife's
parents really are.

It's a scandal we're gonna
bury under sand and gold.

If it's what she wants.

Look after the ranch,
little brother.

Jake!

If things aren't exactly the same
as I left them when I get back,

you and I
are gonna have words.

What the hell are you doing out
here pointing rifles at cans?

You're gonna get black powder
all over that frock, you know.

I'll spray powder
all over that red smirking...

You should be thanking me, Joe Cassidy.

You're far too dignified a specimen
to be denting cans in public.

No wonder they pay good money to
pick your people off this land.

Oh! Your dad took
that job very seriously.

The man took pleasure
in his work.

You don't know nothin'
about my daddy.

You're probably right.

But just think, if Tommy's
daddy hadn't paid so much

good money to your daddy,
to use this thing on my daddy.

You'd be missing out
on the pleasure

of my company right now.

If that story's supposed
to make me feel sorry for you...

I don't need your pity,
Mrs. Hayes.

It ain't Mrs. Hayes yet.

Pardon me,
Miss Cassidy.

I won't make
that mistake again.

Promise.

Damn it to hell!

Oh, oh, cottonfrickin'
son of a...

What's all
the singing about?

Ain't it a little late
to be doing a rain dance?

Can't get the goddamn nail
in, unless I get my face

underneath
the goddamn hole.

Do I have to get up on
the ladder and do it for you?

I wouldn't want you
to rip your corset.

Oh, don't you dare hit me
with that thing.

Hold this.

Well, come on up here.

This would be a lot easier
to do from on top of the roof.

It's raining
on top of the roof.

Give me that.

Reckon it won't be too long before you
start complaining about being hungry.

- What's that one?
- What one?

That one? That big black
sumbitch who keeps

- circling the same spot over and over again.
- Oh, that one.

We call that one, Angel that
Draws Salt from the Earth.

Really?

No.

You ass.

Why do you assume I know what every
bird, snake, and rodent is called?

I don't know. Don't your
people have some sacred bond

with the land, sky, and
every animal in-between?

My people? You were
born here, too, you know?

I've spent a hell of a lot more
time with your people than my own.

You really don't know
what that thing is?

Of course not.
That's why I asked.

It's a turkey vulture.

What are you,
thick or something?

Oh, the hell with you.

Hell with you.

What's he circling?

Food.

I know that.
What kind?

Hell if I know.

Something that
ain't dead yet.

Do you remember when I pulled
a gun on Tom for you?

What?

We were kids.

Tom was beating you senseless
and I got the drop on him.

Reckon you're confusing
dreams from memories.

Yeah, I do that sometimes.

You comfortable in that?

How do you mean?

You're soaked in sweat twice
through and your hands are swollen

from those frilly manacles.

Does that dress
make you happy?

He gave it to me.

Looks like
it's dinner time.

If a man arrives home
early from his journey,

he may very well find his house
empty and his bed cold.

Tom Hayes made such haste
riding home from Bisbee

that he was rewarded
with the kind of welcome

that no man
ever recovers from.

How did they meet?

She was a pro.
He was a customer.

Ain't hard to make friends
on the second floor

of the Belle Vue.

Does he still visit her?

Once a week, every week
for the last twenty years.

Does she charge him?

That's not a conversation that I'm especially
interested in having with my mother.

Why are you so curious
about Harley and Cort?

I'm curious about you.

And Tom mentioned you
didn't want people knowing

that Harley and Cort
were your folks.

Tom doesn't want people
knowing they're my folks.

I could give a shit.

But he can't have people
knowing that his in-laws

are a whore
and her steady drunk.

Do you love him?

Of course not.

Then why are you
marrying him?

I thought he could
take me away from all this.

Away from this town.

Does that make me
a horrible person

to use someone
like that?

Not necessarily.

I'm relieved
you think that.

Why?

Because I'm not
marrying him, Jake.

I don't know if I can take you
away from this place, Joe.

I know.

But here I am.

How did that bastard
become sheriff anyway?

There were rumors
that when Tom Hayes

realized his fiancée
was fixin' to leave him

for his adopted brother,

that he used his daddy's fortune
to buy himself a badge.

Who'd vote for
a monster like that?

The mines
had dried up,

the railroad hadn't
passed through here yet.

Tom Hayes was the only person
in town with any seed.

And he planted it
in all the right pockets.

Why didn't
people just leave?

Lot of them did.

Before Hank Hayes passed on,
this town was fixin' to be

another Bisbee.

Plenty of farms, homesteads,
ranches, promise.

But when his son
became sheriff,

this palatial establishment
we're currently residing in,

as well as Harley O'Houlihan's
pleasure parlor upstairs,

became the center
of this town.

And the only profitable
business left in it.

With the engagement
called off,

rumors began to swirl
as to why Tom Hayes

hadn't just gunned down
his fiancée and brother.

But he never
threatened the lovers,

nor involved himself
in their affairs.

Instead, he took up
residence in the Belle Vue.

Using his father's money
and political influence,

he set about rewriting
the rule of law in Ruby.

Still, Joe and Jakob
behaved cautiously

around Tom at all times.

Uneasy about the new
sheriff's intentions,

they made quiet preparations
for their escape.

But shortly after Tom had
taken control of the saloon,

Harley's consumption reared
up with a fierce vengeance.

So, at Rowena's pleading,

Joe decided she couldn't leave her
mother to die alone in a brothel.

When Harley passed and the lovers
were finally free to run away,

they decided to do so
separately.

Worried they might be spotted
by Hayes or his deputies,

Joe left first
and Jakob stayed behind

to collect on
his poker winnings.

Once he had the money,
he would ride out to meet her

and they would
head west together.

That was the plan.

Tom Hayes could have
killed the lovers,

and that would have been
the end of this here story.

But in the glow
of that campfire,

he decided death
was too good for 'em.

He wanted them to hurt
the way that he had hurt.

And the best way
to hurt a person

ain't to hurt
that person,

it's to hurt
the person they love.

How did he do it?

He shot him.

In the street?

Harley's room.

Did you see it?

I didn't have to.

Then how do you know?

He's dead, Joe.

I'm going back to Ruby.

You can't do that.

They'll be on you the moment
you set foot onto Main Street.

There's no place in that town
he doesn't have eyes.

If you go back to Ruby
and get yourself shot,

- then what did he die for?
- What did he die for?

If he were still alive, he'd beg
you not to do anything foolish.

He'd want you to stay away.

You best take that little whore's
advice to heart, Josephine.

Mama was a whore.

Well, she'd be the first
to admit that.

Is that how you see 'em?

As whores first
and women second?

I'd trust the judgment
of a whore

over just about anyone.

You trusted Harley?

You think she loved you?

Why you so concerned whether
your mama and I loved each other?

Because she's dead, Cort.

I thought you should know
there won't be warm body

and a bottle waiting for you
above the Belle anymore.

- Your mama, she...
- Don't hurt yourself, Cort.

Maybe you can get together
with all of Harley's regulars.

Who knows how many brothers
and sisters I have scattered

all over the territory.

I'll pluck
your eyebrows off

if you don't watch
your mouth about your mama.

Harley O was the decentist
woman I ever had the...

If you loved her so much, then how come
you didn't take her away from this life?

I told her every time
I saw her that I loved her.

She never came
to see ya?

Sent that Rowena out here
to deliver a few letters.

You and I have both
had someone taken from us.

You can't hunt down
consumption,

but I can put a bullet in
the heart of that seed sucker

who killed Jake and made
a slave out of Harley.

Good. You just leave me out of it.

You're too busy pinin' for a whore
you can't even shoot straight.

I shoot just fine,
young lady,

but stomping into
a suicide mission

to avenge some Apache bastard
that gives you the vapors

just ain't the way I
planned on ending my life.

Are you sure you want
your last words in this world

to be a slur about a man
who died today?

As far as I'm concerned,
that Apache bastard

is the only family I got.

Well, you got every right
to go and seek your revenge.

But I don't owe him nothin'.

I thought there was
a good man buried

inside that
poisonous husk.

You may have me confused
with someone else.

You may have thought
that Apache

was the only family
you ever had.

By God, now I'm really
the family you got left.

I'm going to Ruby
to kill Hayes

with or without
your help.

Well, you gonna see
your mama again,

a lot sooner
than I will.

Hayes woulda already
plugged you twice

in the time it took you
to aim your first shot.

I thought you said you didn't
want any part of this.

I don't. Don't mean I'm
averse to entertainment.

What sick
sense of humored sumbitch

taught you how to shoot?

Hell, maybe some people
just can't be taught.

If you want poultry for supper,
I suggest using a hatchet.

You smoke them hens
with a bullet,

the meat just ends up
tasting of antimony.

You ever do
any actual ranchin'?

This spread's about
as useful for ranching

as a cactus is
for a saddle.

So then how'd you
pay for all this?

So killin'
still pays well.

Pays a hell of a lot
better than conspiring.

Unarmed Navajo, Apache, Chinese,
women and children, they deserve it?

You will forgive me
if the judgment

of a petulant child
smacks of hypocrisy.

And you think
killing Hayseed Hayes

is gonna give you
that satisfaction?

I'll let you know.

What are you closing
one eye for?

Close one eye, you just
gonna see half as much.

Plus you just gonna
end up spraying wide

cause you ain't got
no depth perception.

I know you think I'm an
ancient, bigoted, drunken fool,

and you're not wrong.
But tell me, Lady Vengeance,

how is it that someone
twice your age

and twice as drunk as you
can get three dead eye shots off

in the time it takes
you to get one?

- Because you've been practicing your whole life?
- Wrong.

Because you're so drunk,
you're not even trying to aim?

That's close.

I ain't got time
for the ramblings

of a lonely
pickled reptile.

You're so busy lookin'
that you ain't seein'.

For every second you spend
crossing your eyes at your target...

...you lose two split seconds
you could have spent firing!

Tell me how, Cort! Tell
me how to shoot like you.

Look, I ain't never
asked for anything,

and you ain't never
given me anything.

I gave you my name.

Give me something
I can use, Daddy.

Give me something I can
use to defend myself.

You don't wanna
defend yourself,

you wanna take
a man's life.

Josephine.

Now your hand is on its way
from wherever it was

to pointin' directly
at your target.

A weapon is just something it
happens to pick up along the way.

The holster
tosses you the gun

as your hand rides by it.

The gun matches
the speed of your hand.

It joins it.

Go again.

What was that?

- I shattered the son of a bitch.
- No, you didn't.

- I did.
- No, you did not.

You took three
to the chest

before you even had a chance
to fire your first shot.

Go!

Go again!

Why is your hand shaking
like a punch-drunk pugilist?

There ain't no blood
left in it.

Tell your veins to pump
the blood where it's needed.

You in charge of your hand,

or it in charge of you?

I guess that answers
that question.

- Better.
- I missed.

Yeah, your eyes don't aim,
your arm aims.

When you blink,
does your weapon discharge?

- No.
- What discharges your weapon?

- My hand?
- Your arm.

Hand is an extension
of your arm.

- Fingers an extension of your hand.
- All right.

Your arm aims the gun.
Your finger pulls the trigger.

- Now they do the work, so they make the rules.
- All right.

- Your eyes don't even hardly factor into it.
- All right!

All right, then.

What are you doing, Cass?

- Don't call me that.
- Why not?

- He calls me that.
- Who?

You know who.

Hate that crooked son
of a bitchin' badge polisher?

- Yes.
- You wanna put two in between them blank

- beady eyes of his?
- Yes.

You want him
to answer for Jakob?

- Yes.
- Draw that Colt!

Better.

You all right?

- What's it look like?
- Looks like you haven't slept.

What's it to you?

Are we gonna go shootin'
or you wanna get into bed?

I want you
to leave me alone.

You know, I thought
you were gonna help me.

Help you do what?

Help you
get yourself killed?

I'm not like Harley, Cort.

I'm like you.

I never wanted to believe it,
but I can't deny it any longer.

So what?

So you're the best shot
I've ever seen.

And if you can make me
half the shot you are,

I'll be twice
the shot Hayes is,

- so I shouldn't have a problem...
- So you can what?

Why don't you put
that bottle down

and come with me
back to Ruby?

Aren't you listenin'
to me, girl?!

- You shouldn't have come back.
- Why?

Because you were safe.
You'd gotten away.

You should have
stayed there.

You couldn't bear the thought
that he won, could you?

So, whether he shot you
yesterday or hung you tomorrow,

- I should just let him get away with it?
- To hell with him.

I knew I couldn't trust you
to look after yourself.

The hell with you, too.

I leave you alone
for five minutes

and you get your
skinny ass caught.

Nobody asked you
to come back here.

If I hadn't come back here you'd
have a noose around your neck by now.

- I can take care of myself.
- Clearly.

Bump off Hayes, then what,
huh? You shoot your way out?

I didn't care what happened
after I killed him.

- Joe, you have to be smarter than that!
- No, I don't, Jake.

No, I don't!
You're the smart one.

You've always been
the smart one.

And I thought you were dead,
so I didn't give a damn

if they plugged me
the minute I left that room.

Harley's room.

Hell, it's where
she died, after all.

Worse places to take
my last breath.

He ain't never gonna
leave us alone, is he?

Not as long as we're
both still alive.

Ever spent
any time in lock up?

I have.

Didn't care for it much.

They didn't let you bring
your piano in with you?

If memory serves,
my jailbird days

preceded my ivory
ticklin' days.

Oh, you didn't play
piano as a child?

No, there weren't a lot
of pianos where I come from.

Where's that?

Not too far from here.

This town
is like a well.

Anything gets too close
and it ends up fallin' in

and never climbin' out.

That's why smart people
keep their distance.

Even if they're
dying of thirst.

Why haven't you left?

What?

What's keeping you here?
You got family?

Family?

No.

You hogtied
to this piano?

Getting a lot of satisfaction
out of serenading

drunken lowlifes
on their way to Nogales?

Ask me another question.

What made her believe
Jake was dead

in the first place?

She made a mistake.

And what was that?

She trusted someone.

When my father died, he said
I wish you could have been

more like
your younger brother.

He said I could have learned
something from my brother.

This was never
about you, Tom.

It shows what you know
about a man's heart, Cass.

- Don't call me that.
- A man loves what he loves

because that's
what he loves.

It ain't got nothin' to do with
whether or not it loves him back.

You holstering a rejoinder,
hard breather?

You don't have
to do this, Tom.

Let her go.
She's innocent.

Innocent says you.

You realize this woman
started her evening

by pointing a gun at the
publicly elected lawman

of this here
municipality?

Who exactly elected you?

And the penalty
for attempted murder

of a sheriff
in Hachitoa County

is death
by hanging.

And what's his crime?

Just keep me here
and let him go.

Tell you what.

Why don't we make this
easy on ourselves.

Hmm?

Two bullets.

Two bullets to change
your world.

The way I figure it,
you can pick up that gun,

shoot the other one,

shoot yourself,

and then the two of you
can shuffle off

in a blaze of glory all
"Romeo and Juliet" fashion.

Or you could
pick up that gun,

shoot me,

shoot the other one,

and then toss the gun
back at my lifeless body

and convince whoever comes
through that door in the morning

that I was consumed by a fit
of homicidal suicidal jealousy.

Or I could just shoot you
twice in the head

and not give a shit
what anyone thinks.

It is going to be
hard to convince anyone

that I got two in my own head
before I went down, Cass.

Don't call me that.

Then when they find out who
was responsible in the morning,

you're both gonna
swing anyway.

Maybe just one in the head

and Jake and I make your
suicide sound real convincing.

I dropped four rounds
at my feet,

popped myself
with the fifth,

and then left a live one
in the barrel.

There is not a deputy
in this town

that's gonna believe I
was drunk enough for that.

Sorry, Cass.

- Joe, don't!
- Come on, Cass!

Come on! Put us all out of our misery.

Make Papa Cort proud.

Joe!

You see that?

I just told her
you were gonna get

your neck stretched
in the morning,

and she still couldn't help
but use those precious

imaginary bullets on me.

You may think this woman
loves you, Jakob,

and you may be right,

but I can Goddamn
well guarantee you

she ain't got the necessary
faculties to love your ass

half as much
as she hates mine.

She truly is
her father's daughter.

Well, I guess the main
question of the evening is,

which one of you gets to go
first in the morning?

Cause the second one
gets to watch.

Big night for him,

getting
to watch us suffer.

That man suffered
because of us, Josephine.

He ain't a man.

He's a boy.
Always been a boy.

He didn't deserve
what we did to him.

He hasn't recovered.

We may have caused
him pain,

the difference is we never
took any joy in it.

His daddy had a saying,

an open door might
invite the bad,

but a closed door rejects
any possibility of the good.

It's all right
to get angry, Jake.

I reckon you got
enough anger inside you

for both of us,
Joe Cassidy.

How'd we end up here,
you and I?

There ain't no one else I'd rather
spend my last night on Earth with.

Oh.

I'm sorry, darlin',
did I wake you up?

I didn't mean
to frighten you.

I brought some hooch, but it
looks like you started without me.

That's all right, as long
as you're not too drunk

to rub my tired feet.

Sheriff Hayes sent me.

Got me up out of bed.

Said his best man was
stuck in here all night,

cold and bored,
doing his job,

guarding the condemned
and all.

Said I oughta come
and keep you company.

Said I was to do
whatever you asked,

whatever you wanted,
for as long as you wanted,

and I said,
"Yes, sir, Sheriff, sir."

Did I do wrong?

You're not gonna send me
all the way back

up to the Belle
before sunrise, are you?

That's what I thought.

Don't be greedy,
we ain't got enough blankets

to carry the whole
Goddamn arsenal.

Where we gonna
stash 'em?

Do I have to do everything for
you two? Use your imagination.

And don't forget
them cartridges.

Those are thirty thirty
Remington shells, genius.

It's a Winchester. It's a
fourty four caliber rifle?

Okay, then.

Hand me that satchel.

Rowena?

Well, you may have lost
your looks, Jake,

but at least you
still got your eyesight.

What the hell are you
doing here?

What's it look like, Ginger?
I'm springin' you.

Why?

I mean, she's got a real
gratitude problem, don't she?

Well, maybe
I'll just spring him.

And I leave your ass
for Hayes to string up.

- Rowena, listen to me.
- Why should I ever trust you again?

You're the reason
we're in here.

I made a mistake, now I'm
trying to make it right.

You told me
Jake was dead.

You told me he was dead!

You left me out there believing
he was dead this whole time.

- Then you helped Hayes trap me.
- Joe, don't!

- Why shouldn't I just wash these bars with your...
- Joe!

You helped that son of a bitch
and now you're in here.

Why should
I believe you?

It wasn't my fault!
He lied to me.

You lied to me.

- He promised me.
- Promised you what?

That he'd let me go?

He promised me that if I helped
him lure you back he'd let Jake go.

The hell you say?

I thought that maybe
if he knew I was the reason,

someday he might look at me the
way he's always looked at you.

You both need to get
outta here. Right now.

No!

Take care of him for me.

- Poor sweet little Rowena.
- Shame to see her go.

Just when I was
beginning to trust her.

But aiding in a jail break
is punishable by death.

That's just law
of the land, I'm afraid.

You confound me, Cass.

Shedding tears
for that little turncoat

who was more than happy
to trade your life

for a chance to dig her claws
into your redskin.

I'm gonna kill you.

You're in no position to be
making threats, my old friend.

Maybe I'll just string
that noose up right about here.

I wish you would.

I really do.

And that is exactly
why I won't.

Hachitoa County municipal code
expressly forbids public execution

before 7:00 a. m.
on the Lord's day.

I oughta know.
I wrote the law myself.

You look out that window,
you should be able to see

the sun hit
them gallows at 7:01.

Enjoy the show.

Well, you're not looking
your best, Josephine.

But I guess
you proved me wrong.

You still alive.

No thanks to you.

I am sorry, darlin'.

I've had just about all the apologies
I can handle for one morning.

Think you can knock Hayes
off a gallows with these

before he has a chance
to string up your boy?

If you can keep those
bastard deputies off me.

Don't think you gonna be exchanging
no gunfire wearing that frock.

Well, well.

If it isn't the surviving
members of the Cassidy clan.

Why don't you just
let 'em go, Tom?

The three of us
will ride outta here.

You'll never see us
again.

Not a very strong
bargaining chip, Cort.

What makes you think I'd ever
let this one get away again?

Do you have any idea how many
guns are on you right now?

You got any idea how many
eyes are on you right now?

I own them eyes.

That boy may be an arrogant
ornery troublemaker,

but that don't
make him a criminal.

You really gonna execute
an innocent man

in front of all creation?

Who's gonna stop me, Cort?

You?

Your daughter?

Them whores?

You ain't gonna do
a goddamn thing.

You're gonna stand there
and watch me hang

this backstabbing,
freeloading home wrecker.

Then you are gonna
turn tail on Harley's child

and run to your dusty bottle
back in the desert.

Drop that door, Boggs.

He killed Rowena!

She was unarmed and alone
and he shot her in the back

like the coward
sumbitch he is.

Are you really gonna spend
your lives giving half your nut

to a murderer just 'cause he
has a badge bought and paid for?

When you gonna say
enough is enough?

Hold your fire.

Hold your...

Cass...

Listen to me.

Y'all can ride out out here.
I promise not to follow you.

I mean it.
Just get on out of here.

Kill an unarmed man.

If loving you
is punishable by death,

then I'm gonna go
with a clean conscience.

I love you,
Joe Cassidy.

I'll see you in...

Come back to me,
all right?

Joe!

That was fast.

Not quite fast enough.

I'm so sorry, Jake.

Don't you dare
do this to me again.

I thought you were dead.

Joe, please.

And that was so much more
painful than this.

I can't do this
without you.

Yes, you can.
For me, you can.

Anything for you,
Joe Cassidy.

I love you, Jake.

Were you just trying
to make a point

or is that story true?

I'm afraid it's true.

And a lady like yourself
deserves the truth.

I appreciate that, Cricket.

It's gonna be awful
cold in my room.

I don't know where you
plan on sleeping,

but we could fight
off that chill together.

Now that's the finest offer
I've had in many years, Q.

And I'd be the luckiest man
in the territory

if I were to accept
such a gift,

but I ain't loved
but one woman.

And she's the only one I can
imagine falling asleep next to.

Do you think of her
when you play

all them melancholy
love songs in here?

Every single note.

It's almost sunrise.

Getting to be
about that time.

I ain't never seen
a sunrise.

- Well that's... that's tragic.
- Why is that?

A sunrise is at least twice
as beautiful as a sunset.

Twice?

It's more magical,

more symbolic.

More deeply cleansing.

To the sunrise.

May she never
take a day off.

Whew.

You know, I'm pretty sure
that train depot faces East.

What are you saying,
young lady?

I'm saying, that platform
would be a mighty fine place

to see the sunrise.

Watch the steam
from the dawn train

gettin' closer
by the minute.

Nogales behind,
Tucson ahead.

Ain't nowhere
but here, Q.

You know,
leaving this place

don't mean
you've left her behind.

Uh, you forgot
your little friend.

Ain't my friend, and I
don't plan on needing him.

Hey, Q!

Let a humble admirer
pay your way.

Appreciate the offer,
but I ain't never bought

myself a train ticket before,

and I'm kinda
looking forward to it.

Don't you dare get off
that train 'till you spot

someplace out that window
you ain't never seen before.

You take care of yourself,
ivory tickler.