All language subtitles for Quigley.Down.Under.1990.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.800MB.x264-GalaxyRG

[MAN SHOUTING]

[MAN ALERTING]

MAN: Watch out there!

MAN: Hello, hello!

[GROANS]

Either hurry up
or let a man pass.

Partner,
these people have
come a long way too,

so I know
you won't mind
them going ahead.

Ma'am.

Watch your step, ma'am.

Excuse me.

I'm next.

Old people should go last
or get the hell
out of the way.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Quigley.
We seem to be
holding that man up.

No, ma'am.

I just spoke to him
and he ain't in that
big a hurry after all.

[SOLDIER SHOUTING]

Where are you
from, mate?

Wyoming.

That near Sydney?

Bit further north.

Hey! I can tell
you're a bloke
who's looking for somebody.

No? Something?

I could use
a good horse.

Oh! It's a gentleman
from the land of the free
and the home of the brave.

A drink, sir?

A place to
rest your bones?
A woman, perhaps?

[SCREAMING RAUCOUSLY]

[MEN LAUGHING]

[GROANS]

[GROANING]

MAN: Well, he's asking
for bloody trouble.

I don't reckon
the lady's all that anxious
to get in your wagon, mister.

Roy?
Oh, Roy, it's you!

[STUTTERS]
I'm not Roy, lady.

Every time
there's a ship
from America

I come down here
looking for you.

Thank God
you've come for me!

I'm sorry, Roy. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything.

Does Crazy Cora
belong to you?

Didn't say that.
I said she don't wanna
get in your wagon.

Well, the boss says we
can take some white tarts
back to the station,

'cause we're sick
of black ladies.

So you just tell Cora
to come quiet,

and we'll
feed her regular
and everything.

Please take me home, Roy.

[GASPS]

Bugger off, mate.

Excuse me.

I'm new here,
so I ain't
rightly certain.

Is everybody in this country
as butt-ugly as you three?

[PEOPLE GASPING]

[MEN URGING ON]

Look out, Roy!

Sorry, Roy!

[GRUNTING]

You stay out of this!

I'm sorry, Roy.

My name ain't Roy.
It's Matthew Quigley.

You?

And you're the fella
Marston sent us
to bring back.

CORA:
We sure showed them,
didn't we, Roy?

QUIGLEY: You got somethin'
against ridin' horses
in this country?

MAN: We ride 'em
when it suits us.

Bullocks eat
and drink rougher.

You can put your saddle
on one of them,
if you like.

[LAUGHING]

Riding in the back
of the wagon
with the women.

Should have known
to bring my own horse.

[GIGGLES]

I wasn't talking to you!

Don't worry, Roy.
Everything's gonna
turn out just fine.

[BIRDS CALLING]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm gonna
bandage your head.

Oh, no, you're not.

Oh, but it must
hurt real bad.

I wanna help it
get better.

Quit!

You've helped me
enough already.

I'm much obliged.

I don't know why
you're being such
a big baby about this, Roy.

Just... Hold still.
[GROANS]

Quit!

Now who the hell
is this Roy, anyway?

Hey! Do you need a hand
with Crazy Cora?

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GRUNTING SOFTLY]

Here.

Thank you.

Now look, lady.
I don't know no Roy,
so you just leave me alone.

Go on.

[MUMBLING]

[GROANS]

CORA: Yoo-hoo.

Good night, Roy.

Good night, lady.

Way-hup. Way.

What the bloody hell
is it?

Redcoats.

Mr. Ashley-Bloody-Pitt
and his heroes.

Friends of yours?

They're British.

[COW MOOING]

MAJOR: Get that
bloody thing
away from my team!

COOGAN: Why are you
taking the body back?

We've got orders
to bring in all
suspected cattle thieves.

The bugger's dead.

The trial will
not be lengthy.

Carry on, Sergeant.

We're looking
for two deserters.

MAN: Can't say
I blame 'em.

Have you seen 'em?

No.

New distractions, eh?
Who is this chap
on the back here?

MAN: That's the Yank
Marston's brought out.

Yank, eh?

Come to do for Marston
what these bog-Irish
convicts obviously can't.

Well, you just do your job
and stay out of trouble.

In our experience,
Americans are uncouth misfits

who've been run out
of their own
barbaric country.

Well, Lieutenant...

Major!

Major,

we already run the misfits
out of our country.

We sent 'em
back to England.

[SNIGGERING]

[MAN URGING CATTLE]

CORA: What are they?
Koala bears?

Kangaroos, I reckon.

Well, whatever they are,
Roy, nature sure played
an awful trick on 'em.

I am fed up with you.

And I am fed up with Roy,
whoever he is.

My name is Matthew.

Well, pardon
the hell outta me.

I can't believe
you'd talk to me
like that, Roy.

I oughta wash
your mouth out with soap
if I had some.

Lady, you are
about a half a bubble
off the plumb,

and that's for sure
and for certain.

Just because
the road is rocky

doesn't mean
your spirits should
get rocky too.

When do we get to
Marston's ranch?

We've been on
his bloody land
for the last two days.

MAN: Hey!

[BIRD CALL]

CORA: Things seem
different here.

They say God
made Australia last,
don't you know?

After he got tired
of making everything else
the same.

Well, I've seen
some pretty country,
that's for certain.

What are you doing
so far from home?

There hasn't been
anyone else but you.

You know that,
don't you?

You can take me
if you want to, Roy.

God Almighty, lady.
Go to sleep.

[SIGHS SOFTLY]

[MEN URGING CATTLE]

[INDISTINCT]

Whoo-hoo!

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

MAN: Way-hup!

[SIGHING]

Wait till you see
what we've got
for you, O'Flynn.

Matthew Quigley.

Elliott Marston.
Welcome to Australia.

Well, sir, your men
already welcomed me.

Coogan,
Mr. Quigley's luggage.
Take it to the lodge.

Mr. Marston,
you said

you'd pay me $50
in gold coin
just for showing up.

You don't
waste much time.

I spent three months
on a boat
just gettin' here.

You intrigued me,
Mr. Quigley.

Twenty-one men answered
my advertisement,
from all over the world.

Canada, India,
England.

They just
wrote letters.

But you

had a way with words.

My advertisement
simply stated

that I wanted to hire
the finest long-distance
marksman in the world.

Have I?

[MEN EXCLAIMING SOFTLY]

Legendary
Sharp.

You know your weapons.
It's a lever-action
breach loader.

Usual barrel length's
30 inches.
This one has an extra four.

It's converted
to use a special .45-calibre,
110-grain metal cartridge

with a 540-grain
paper-patched bullet.

It's fitted
with double set triggers

and a vernier sight.

It's marked up to
1,200 yards.

This one shoots
a mite further.

An experimental weapon
with experimental ammunition.

You could call it that.

Let's experiment.

Whitey, take that bucket
and ride out until I signal.

Tell me when you
want him to stop.

Your man able
to hit something
that far away?

I don't know him.
I never saw him before.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

He'd have to be
a good shot all right.

About there'll do.

[GUNSHOT]

[MEN LAUGHING]

[SOFTLY] Bullshit.

MARSTON:
Are you quite certain,
Mr. Quigley,

that you wouldn't like
the bucket a bit closer?

MAN: Yo, Jesus!

[MEN LAUGHING IN DISBELIEF]

Quite certain.

Told you. Only my Roy
could hit a coyote
from that distance.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Very impressive.

You're hired.

Would you excuse me
for a minute?

There's some business
I have to attend to.

You might find
this interesting.

CORA: Nice shootin', Roy.

Mr. Marston?

I think there's
been a mistake.

The one they call
Crazy Cora.

[GROWLS]

I'd appreciate it
if your men'd
leave her alone

till you and I
have a chance to talk.

Whatever you want.

You are deserters
from Her Majesty's
armed forces.

The penalty for
your crime is death.

Plus, you were
caught on my land.

I could have you
shot for trespassing.

Look, you let us
stay here, guvnor,
we'll serve you proper.

Better than this
convict scum you've got.

Unfortunately your
commanding officer,

Major Ashley-Pitt and I
have an understanding.

And so I'm afraid
you'll be sent back
to face the firing party.

But I see no reason
why you should be
trussed up like animals.

Mr. Dobkin.

This is
my preferred weapon,
Mr. Quigley.

Do join me for dinner.

Well, you gotta admit
the Yank's a damn good shot
with a long rifle.

Oh, sure. But,
you know, you give me
a weapon like that

and I could beat him
with my eyes shut.

Easy to say, O'Flynn.
You've got
a lot to learn.

I've got
a lot to learn?

Well, look at
you, Dobkin.

Why, you've been
here 12 years,

and all you've got
to show for it
is cold mutton.

He's even getting
a fancy dinner.

Mmm.

You were actually
in Dodge City?

William Hickok
must have been there.

Oh, spent a night
there once.
I was pretty tired.

Dodge City's a nice place
to get some sleep.

Are you familiar
with the Army revolver,
Mr. Quigley?

Well, sir, I never had
much use for one.

It's a recent invention of
your countryman Colonel Colt.

God created
all men.

They say Sam Colt
made 'em equal.
More or less.

[CHUCKLES]

You see, that's what I like
about you Americans.

You're people of action,
not words.

That mint jelly
on your lamb.

It's my own creation.

No, I'm a student
of your American West.

I've read a great deal
about it.

Tell me
about dingoes.

£10 a month
for shooting
wild dogs

seems like
a whole lot
for not much.

Besides, you got
enough men
and guns outside

to kill every dingo
within ten miles of here.

Unless you're talking
about deserters.

Did you know that
your American Indian is a race
that has no word for "wheel"?

No concept of farming.
No understanding
of land ownership.

Is that a fact?

Mmm.

But from what I hear,

you found a solution
to that problem
in your country.

I guess that depends
on whether
you're an Indian or not.

You see, in many ways
our two nations
are quite similar.

We both brought civilization
to the Stone Age.

Unfortunately, in this country
we have failed in one regard.

We have been unable
to domesticate the most
backward people in the world,

the Australian Aborigine.

Don't mind him.
He's harmless.

My parents were slaughtered
by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley.

They attacked so fast

my mother was found dead
still holding her sewing.

Nowadays they butcher
sheep and cattle.

Her Majesty's government

allows the local settlers
to deal with the matter
their own way.

It's official policy.

It's called
"pacification by force."

But the real issue

is that,
primitive as they are,

the Aborigines
have learned to keep out
of our rifle range.

Which brings us to you,

Mr. Quigley.

What the hell?

No! Stay right
where you are!

No man knocks me
out of my own house.

[PUNCH]

Well, don't
just stand there!
Get him!

Has he got
the rifle with him?

He keeps it
right beside him.

I said, get him!

[QUIGLEY BLOWING]

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERING]
He's just sitting in there
with that big gun.

[GASPS]

COOGAN: [WHISPERING]
Hey, Kel! Kelly, up there.

Carver,
take the side.

COOGAN:
Ruffy, around the back.

[GRUNTING]

[MEN CHEERING]

Fancy American shooter.

Eating real fancy, eh?

[MEN CLAMORING]

MAN: Go on,
kick him in the back!

Give it him in the back.
Come on. That's it.

Leave Roy alone!

Get her off me!

[MEN LAUGHING]

Throw him in the wagon.
Haul him two days from here
and dump him.

Let Australia kill him.

And that crazy woman, too.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

[WHISPERING]
You forgot the gold.

What'd he say?

QUIGLEY:
You forgot the gold.

Marston.

He paid him in gold.

Marston.
He's right.

[GROANS]

Leave us some water
and you can
have the gold.

I can have the gold anyway.

That's what I thought
you'd say.

[GROANS]

[MILLER URGING HORSE]

[GROANS]

[URGING HORSE]

Go on!

[URGING HORSE]

[GROANS]

I wish people would quit
hitting me on the head.

Don't worry.

On a new job
it's quite common for things
not to go well at first.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[BIRDS TWITTERING]

We should...

What?

I remember once
my granddaddy
told me about

how when you're lost
in the desert

you should sleep
during the day
and walk at night.

Your granddaddy
tell you that?

He also tell you
we'll die in the desert
without those horses?

Well, what good are horses
if we die first?

Once in a while
she actually
makes a little sense.

What did you say, Roy?

Never mind.

[FLIES BUZZING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[COYOTES HOWLING]

[DOG BARKING]

Good morning, Major.

Marston.

What can I get for you?
Some refreshment?

That's very kind, sir.

I'd be obliged
if you would identify for me
two dead bodies.

Two men absconded.

But I imagine this is
a couple of newcomers

who wandered off
together recently.

A man and a woman?

Nah.

Two men.

One has been stabbed
and one shot
through the head.

DOBKIN:
Coogan and Miller.

Well, it would appear
that the man and the woman
are still missing.

Yes, it would,
wouldn't it?

Oh, don't worry, Major.

I have no doubt
I'll find them.

[MAN SPEAKING
ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[MEN CHANTING]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[DIDGERIDOO PLAYING]

[ALL CHANTING]

[CLAPS]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

Hey, lady.

Are you okay?

Think so.

What are they
gonna do to us?

I reckon
they already
done it.

They gave us water.

But that don't make sense.

They let me keep it

when every white man
with a rifle's
trying to kill 'em.

Except for you.

They don't know that.

Don't they?

Something tells me
you and I were
on the shady side of dead.

This is a special place.

Bet they used
magic on us.

QUIGLEY: That old man
over there,

looks like he's some kind
of chief, or medicine man
or something.

What's this?
There.

More than likely
something

that came out
of the south end of
a northbound kangaroo.

You mean
kangaroo shit?

Very kind.

Do you think
they're safe to eat?

You got a better idea?

Much obliged.

[GIGGLING]

Go on.

I don't eat things
that are still moving.

[MUMBLES]
Gonna shoot it first?

Mmm-hmm.

[GIGGLING]

Hmm.

[MAN SPEAKING
ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

QUIGLEY: Yo? Yo!

Yo? Yo!

MEN: Yo!

Now after you cut
this strip out of this
big piece of kangaroo...

There we go. Take...

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

Here.

Swing your arm.
Roll your wrist.

You gotta keep
that loop open.

See how that loop
stays open?

And you look at what
you're throwing at.

Swing the rope
and throw right at it.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Then you just
pull 'em in.

[SINGING]

[CORA LAUGHS]

You just wait
till you try this.

But you gotta guess
what it is.

That little girl
is so darling.

QUIGLEY: She sure is.

Not as darling
as Roy Junior.

[SIGHING] God Almighty,
lady, not another Roy.

Well, I don't know
about you,

but my stomach thinks
my throat's been cut.

Roy was hunting sage hens
when the Comanches came.

I grabbed the baby
and a pistol

and I hid
in the root cellar
out back.

The Indians tore up
our sod house.

And I was real quiet
but then the baby
started crying.

I tried to shush him
and suckle him
but he just wouldn't stop.

One Comanche, I remember,
he acted real drunk
and wore my green apron.

He must have
heard something.

He started hollering
and coming closer.

So I put my hand,
gentle-like,
over my baby's mouth.

"Don't cry.
Daddy'll be home soon."

The Indians found us
but they just laughed.

They was drunk,
didn't wanna hurt anybody,
and rode away.

Sundown, Roy came home.

But I was still afraid
to come out of the cellar.

I was afraid of what he'd do
when he saw
I'd smothered our son.

I ought to find some way
to mend this petticoat.

Look at that.

[SIGHS]

Roy...

He just buried the baby,

put me in the wagon,
and we went 70 miles
to Galveston without stopping.

He never said a word.

Put me on
the first ship he found.

It was headed to Australia.

Then he said,

"Don't want no woman
that would kill my son
to save herself."

And he turned
and he walked away
and he never looked back.

I know,
'cause I watched to see
if he would.

This thing
is just falling apart.

It's just...

I'm tired.

Don't exactly
talk your ear off
saying goodbye, do they?

The Johnsons were
always like that.

What?

Remember
the church social
last year?

They ate
everybody's jams
and pies

and left without
saying a word.

Well, it's our own fault
for inviting 'em
again this year.

Why would
they do that?

QUIGLEY: That's why.

[ALL CLAMORING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Oh, no.

No!

No. Stay back!

[WHISTLING]

[GROANING]

[WHOOPING]

No!

Over there!

[CORA SCREAMING]

Shit.

Of all the damn fool things
I ever did see!

You trying to get
your head blown off?

Anyone who believes
in magic

is crazy.

[SIGHS]
Don't be running off
like that.

I could have
used some help
up there, you know.

I got my rig back.

But no saddlebags,
which means
I can't make my reload.

We got one horse
and two canteens.

And a rider got away.

Which means
Marston'll know
where we are.

Yeah. And we don't.

[SIGHS]

I'm cold.

Well, you got
the blanket.

Well...

Maybe we could
share it tonight.

There's something
I wanna talk to you about.

If we do,

there'll be something
I wanna talk to you about.

When summer comes,
let's drag up
some wood for a real cabin.

'Cause, Roy,
sod walls...

Matthew.

Matthew Quigley.

I ain't sharing my bed
till I'm certain
you know who's in it.

Now say it.

If we had a wood cabin
we could get glass windows.

[SIGHS]

We'll see.

CORA:
The sea's gotta be west.

That's how we're headed,
but you sure
wouldn't know it.

[WINCES] Ow!

Hell!

Did you see that?

I sure did.

Biggest ant
I ever did see.

What's my name today?

Matthew Quigley,
same as any other day.

How's about you and me
taking off all our clothes
and going swimming?

What are you? Crazy?
There ain't no water.

Why, shame on you!

Well, you...
What about last night?
You...

I what?

Oh, never mind.

Well, how's that,
then, Mr. Marston?

Pretty good, O'Flynn.
You've improved.

Wear your holster
a bit higher.

Then you can
grab your gun
on the way up.

Well, I'm faster,
aren't I?

Yeah.

Think I'll ever
be as fast as you?

What you mean,
if you practiced
a lot?

Yeah. No.

[MEN LAUGHING]

[HORSE APPROACHING]

Not again.

Where are the others?

Dead. All dead.

Quigley.
He was everywhere.

Four more.
I don't believe this.

Did you see him?

It was too far away.

How far?

Three-quarters
of a mile maybe.

That's impossible.

How long from
the time the bullet struck

until you heard
the report of the rifle?

Two, maybe three seconds.

Matthew Quigley is really
beginning to annoy me.

Dobkin. How many men
can we send out there?

These and two others.
Six men are still
on a hunting party.

All right.

There's £50 in gold
to the man
who brings Quigley in.

So keep practicing.

CORA: You know,
if we're lost,
you can tell me.

We're lost.

I can take bad news.
Just tell me straight.

I don't know
where the hell
we are.

No sense makin' it
sound better
than it is.

I reckon we're
going in circles.

Flower things up,
I'll see
right through it.

So just tell me
honestly,
are we lost?

No.
I know exactly
where we are.

That's good.

'Cause frankly,
I was getting
a little worried.

Don't know where we're going,
but there's no use being late.

[DISTANT GUNSHOTS]

[QUIGLEY URGES HORSE]

[HORSEMAN SHOUTING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[BABY CRYING]

[SCREAMING]

Get the bloody hell
outta here!

Quick! Come on,
hurry up!

[SCREAMS]

[CLAMORING]

[SHUDDERING]

[CRYING]

[SIGHING]

[PANTING]

[HOBB GROANS]

My back's broke.

Your gut's shot, Hobb.
There ain't nothing
I can do for you.

You can kill me.

Where's Marston's
station from here?

How far's
the nearest town?

Why should I tell you?

'Cause if you don't,
I'll let you live.

[GROANING]

You know, I'm new here,
so I'm kinda curious.

Do you think the dingoes
will get you first?
Or the ants?

[HOBB GASPS]

Quigley, don't
leave me like this!

Quigley! Marston's station's
two days' ride southwest.

Meekathanga's only 20 miles
past the billabong.

Talk straight,
goddamnit!

Or I'll get
the ants myself.

It's a town,
a day's ride past
the dry riverbed.

That way.

[GROANING]

Now finish me.

You got one shot
left in that shooter.

Make the most of it.

[GUN FIRES] [GASPS]

[BABY WHIMPERING]

[BABY CRYING]

Oh. Oh.

All right. All right.
Sweet thing.

[CORA HUSHING]

Sweet little thing.

[SIGHS]

I reckon now that
we should keep moving
till we find some help.

I reckon
we should stop
for the night.

The baby's hurt.
He's weak and
he needs some shelter.

The kid's probably
tougher than we are.

QUIGLEY:
That little fellow
was eating

like his bellybutton
been rubbing a blister
on his backbone.

Yeah, he was eating,
but he needs some milk.

Well, I don't recall
seeing a whole lot of
milking cows around here.

[SIGHS]

There should be a town
to the southwest.

I reckon we could make it
in a hard day's ride.

We can't make it.
He should
stay here with me.

You could make the ride
faster without us.

Well...

Just leave me
the extra rifle
and pistol.

You know how
to use a shooter?

I am a native-born Texican.

Well, there's enough
water for two days,

if I ain't here
drinking it.

What do you think?

[CHUCKLES]

What? What's the matter?

You.

You're the only man
on this continent that
would ask me what I think.

That ought to do you.

Thanks for
the lizards.

You've checked
the guns
three times.

There's plenty of food
and water. We're fine.

Get going. [BABY GURGLING]

If you run into any
of his own people,

you'll give 'em
Little Bit, won't you?

You gotta promise me.

Sure could use
something else
to wear.

He'd be better off with them.
You know that, don't you?

If you see any dresses
that aren't too costly,
red's my favorite color.

Red or even pink,
but red's my favorite.

I should be back in two days.
If I ain't back in three...

You'll be back.

You bet.

GRIMMELMAN: Highly unusual
calibration, Mr. Quigley.

This will take some
time to duplicate.

No, sir. It won't.

You could substitute
a .450 number two
British musket lead.

Marston ain't
gonna wait.

Marston?
He's a murderer.

He mixes flour with poison
to kill the Aborigines.

Yes, this is a cruel,
uncivilized...

Shh, Papa.
Let the man eat.

He's got a long ride
ahead of him tonight.

I was able to find
some condensed milk
for the baby

and some tins of beef
for you and your woman.

Well, ma'am, she ain't
exactly my woman.

Ah! Klaus,
come over here.

Mr. Quigley,
I would like you
to meet my son.

Pleased to meet you.

I know who you are.
You're the American.

The one who's been
helping the Aborigines.

Is that the rifle
I've been
hearing about?

You can take a look
at it if you like, son.

KLAUS: It's so heavy.

QUIGLEY:
Well, you get
used to it.

Son, I hid my horse
in the gully out back.

I'd be much obliged
if you'd bring it up
for me.

Yes, sir.

Klaus, after you get
Mr. Quigley's horse,
saddle up ours as well.

Yes, Papa.

He didn't get all that
from a "Wanted" poster.

Everyone knows
about you.

The Aborigines
who come to town
to trade with us

talk about
the spirit warrior.

Well, I've been called
a lot of things, ma'am,
but never that.

[CHUCKLES]Yeah.

[BELCHES]

[GRUNTING]

Get the others.

Young fella,
where'd you get
this saddle?

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[HUMMING]

[EXHALES]

[BABY CRYING]

Shh. Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon.

[CRYING]

[DINGOES GROWLING]

[BABY CRYING]

[CRYING LOUDLY]

Shh! Shh!

Don't cry. Hush, baby.
Hush, baby. Hush, baby.

[HUSHING]

Daddy'll be home soon.

[DINGOES GROWLING]

Daddy'll be home soon.
Daddy'll be home soon.

Daddy'll be home soon.
Daddy'll be home soon.

[SHUSHING] Don't cry.
Don't cry. Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon.
Daddy'll be home soon.

[CRYING LOUDLY]

No. You cry.
You want to cry?
You cry all you want to.

Go on, darling, cry!

Hell, let's both
make some noise!

♪ Yes, we will gather
at the river

♪ The beautiful,
beautiful river

♪ Yes, we will gather
at the river ♪

[GROWLING]

Git!

Did you see that?
I got the one wearing
my green apron!

Run, you damn cowards!
Get your yellow
butts outta here!

[DINGOES SNARLING]

Six.

I deserve a big hug
after this.

Two.

[GROWLING]

By the time you
return with the woman
and the baby,

I will have
your cartridges ready.

Until then...

Much obliged,
but never had
much use for one.

I know I can't
repay you for what
you've done, but...

Oh, no, please.

No, you take it.

It's Marston's.

In that case...

Are you certain you
won't stay the night?
You need the rest.

No, ma'am.

Klaus should be here
with the horses by now.

I'd best be
getting back.

Get back inside. What?

Now!

[MRS. GRIMMELMAN SCREAMS]

Get here! No!

Around the front.
Oliver, with me.

Check the lane.

[GRUNTING]

MAN 1: What the hell's
going on?

MAN 2:
He's out the front.

Get out!

We got him.
Watch the windows.

Upstairs.

Get around the back.

[GUN FIRING]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[YELLS]

[CHUCKLES]

Aw, shit!

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

He's done for.
The bloody place
is falling apart.

Quigley!
Hey, get round here!

Nobody could
live through that.

MAN 1: Did you see
where he went?

It's pitch-black
there.

MAN 3: He couldn't
have made it.

MAN 1: Why not?

Go down
and have a look.

MAN 2: No, no.
You go.
I'll stay here.

Excuse me.

I give up! Quigley!

Hey, don't shoot.

There. See?
Look. Nothing.

You might wanna
try your luck
with that belly gun.

Then again,
you might not.

[SCREAMS]

That's what I figured.

KLAUS: Mama. Mama!

Mama!

[SOBBING]

Klaus, my Son.
Dear God.

[KLAUS CRYING]

Why?

[SOBBING]

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[MEN GRUNTING]

Now, you take a good look.

Even if you kill me,
Marston'll catch ya.
He's coming for ya.

I ain't gonna kill ya.

'Cause you're gonna
go tell Marston
I'm coming after him.

Now get!

Get here!
Get here quick!

Don't bother
to knock, will you?

Quigley's coming.

He's killed two for sure.
Paddy and Oliver.

Quigley said to tell you
he's coming for you.

He'll get us all.
I know he will.

Oh, shut up.

One man
and he's beaten
all of you.

Brophy, you and Mitchell
ride with me
as far as the gap.

Dobkin, get
every available man.
I'll find Ashley-Pitt.

Yes, sir.

And get him out of here.
He's bleeding
all over the rug.

[FLIES BUZZING]

[COCKING RIFLE]

Lady. Lady?

[CORA GASPS]No, no. It's all right.

What happened?

[GROANING]

The Comanches came.

But Little Bitty's
just fine.

I killed the Comanches,
and he's just...

He's just fine, honey.

[CORA CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

You're quite
a woman, Cora.

You get
any sage hens?

I got
the next best thing.

They didn't
have a red one.

[LAUGHS] Oh.

Oh.

No matter.

Is it pretty?

Looks good on me.

[LAUGHING]

CORA: I missed you.

You did?

Who'd you miss?

You.

Me? Not that
other fella?

You.

I don't
want you to go.

You sure look pretty
in that new blue dress.

If you go after Marston,
he'll kill you.

Kid, next time
she talks like that,
pee all over the dress.

You have every right
to your happiness, Cora.

[MAN SPEAKING
ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[OLD MAN SPEAKING
ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SIGHS]

I don't suppose
I can convince you.

No, sir.

I will see to it
that she gets out
of here safely.

Thank you.

You know something, lady?
I ain't figured you out yet.

Good.

Crazy people
are blessed that way,
don't you know?

I'll never
see you again,
will I?

[MOANS]

You sure look pretty
in the morning sun.

[SOFTLY] Bye.

Everything ready?

There are two men
at the front
and one at the back.

Scotty's riding up
to patrol the ridge.

Now, Mr. Marston,
the men were wondering

the man who kills Quigley,
the £200 in gold,

the reward you posted.

Who asked you about it?

Cavanagh.

Have Cavanagh
guard the front porch.

Tell him to wear
my coat and hat.

[GUNSHOT]

Marston.
He's around the back.

What the hell
is he doing?

[GUNSHOT]

Emptying his revolver.
He wants it freshly loaded
for the night.

[GUNSHOT]

Do you think he's
losing his cabbage?

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[RIFLE FIRING IN DISTANCE]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Maybe Scotty's
got Quigley.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[FIRES]

[NEIGHING]

"Anyone can leave
safely before dawn
except Marston.

"Most cordially,
Matthew Quigley."

He must think
I'm stupid.

This just means

he's going to try and
spring something on us
during the night.

All right.
Nobody sleeps.

Give me that.

[SIGHING]

[DOG BARKING]

[IMITATING GUN FIRING]

Stay awake.

Marston!

Mr. Marston!

They're gone.

What?

Three men
ran off last night.
Jidabin, Kelly...

Why the hell
didn't you stop them?

[BOTH GRUNT]

Where is he?

DOBKIN: He's got
to be way up there,
near the cutting.

MARSTON: So much
for Cavanagh's reward.

That bastard's been
sitting up in the rocks
all morning

just waiting for two idiots
to line up in his sights.

All right.

We'll do the last
thing Quigley expects.

Come on.

He's cleared out.
Let's get back
to the station.

Get up there.

[SCREAMS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

I'm hurt, Quigley.
I'll do you no harm.

You throw that
hog leg away. Easy.

On your feet.

[GUNS FIRING]

Jesus!

[SIGHS]

Brophy, get around
on the side there.

Make it
harder for him.
I'll cover you.

This rock's
covering me fine.

Move, you gutless
bloody wonder.

[EXHALING]

Close in on him.

Brophy!

[GRUNTING]

[EXHALES]

I can bounce the next one
clean through you.

How brave are you?

I'm coming out.

Well, that ain't real brave,
but it is smart.

[GUN FIRES] [GRUNTS]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTING]

I got him!
I got Quigley!

Got a gift for you,
Mr. Marston.
Quigley, alive.

Well, half alive.

Good work, you two.

[GROANS]

Well, well, well.

Mr. Quigley.

Good of you
to drop in again.

What? Nothing clever to say?

The great Quigley.

So this is what you
were all afraid of.

Bring him over here
and stand him up.

[QUIGLEY GROANING]

Stand up.

Cut him loose.

Now put his rifle
on the ground
in front of him.

No.

Throw it away.

O'Flynn, go and get
my second revolver.

I know how much
you would like to have
your rifle with you

at this moment,
Mr. Quigley,

but I think you'll find
that I've got
a much better idea.

Stick it in his belt.

Go on!

I seem to remember

you're not
too familiar with
Colonel Colt's revolver

so this'll be
your first lesson.

Don't worry.

Mr. Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn
will ensure that
it's a fair contest.

I'll just back up
a few paces.

To your left a bit.

That's it.

Now you're right in front
of my old pistol target.

Some men are born
in the wrong century.

I think I was born
on the wrong continent.

Oh, by the way,
you're fired.

This ain't Dodge City.

And you ain't Bill Hickok.

[MARSTON GROANING]

I said I never had
much use for one.

Never said I didn't
know how to use it.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[SIGHS]

ASHLEY-PITT: Somewhat
the worse for wear,

this appears
to be Quigley.

I think you have
a lot to explain, sir.

Not that it will
do you any good.
Sergeant.

"In pursuance of a warrant,
duly attested by
a Justice of the Peace,

"you are hereby
charged with numerous
and serious crimes

"including murder..."

In short,
this paperwork says

that we can
hang you.

I ain't gonna
swing on no gallows.

Well.

You can always be shot...

[GUNS COCKING]

...on the way
to your trial.

While trying to escape,
of course.

Or you can die
right here,

bearing arms against
the Army of
Her Majesty the Queen.

Well, the decision...

[DISTANT RUMBLING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[GRUNTING]

When's the next
boat leaving?

For Europe
or the Americas?

America.

Mmm, let's see here.

I've got one leaving
this afternoon
for San Francisco.

Hmm.

And your name, sir?

Name?

Roy.

Roy Cobb.

How many?

Two.

I got something
I wanna say to you.

Well, I got
a couple of things
I wanna say to you, too.

Remember once
you told me before
you'd make love to me

I had to say
two words?

What's that?

Matthew Quigley.