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It's very painful...

to have to interrupt my history class like this, so abruptly.

But, as you may know, it is beyond my control.

On the other hand, the study of history can be abandoned...

and picked up again at any point in time.

Because men can die...

but other men will bring it to life.

And every man may choose his role in history.

We, too, have done it, when the war between South and North...

divided our nation in two.

You are 20 years old.

Many times you will have to choose...

between justice and injustice, between truth and falsehood.

And each time, you will have to seek the answer...

inside of you.

And if the little I have been able to teach you can help you...

then my role too, my role in history...

will not have been completely without value.

Our lesson is over. Thank you.

My dear Fletcher, Miss Wilkins and I have come to bid you au revoir.

- Au revoir, Director? - Come now, Fletcher.

You mustn't give up hope like this.

Tomorrow you'll be far away from this awful climate. You'll see.

The air and sun in Texas will work miracles on your lungs.

I'm certain that you will be back soon, completely cured.

- Of course, of course - But you must have the will.

For instance, with your brains you could have had...

a much more brilliant career.

I've never complained.

Don't you see that that is why you did not rise in the ranks?

One must aspire to success.

In our nation, there are no limits for a man who is willing to fight.

But whoever is not willing to fight is vanquished before he starts.

You have always been passive, but you must react. Now, at least.

Well, you must excuse me, I'm late. Safe travels, Fletcher.

Thank you.

Now Miss Elizabeth...

I'm afraid the director is right.

- Good-bye, Professor Fletcher. - Good-bye, Elizabeth.

FACE TO FACE

Are you sleepy, Professor?

Of course I am. Yet again, last night, you and your Paco kept me awake.

- Your room is next to mine. - What are you saying?

- I mean, what are two doing? - Making love. It's wonderful.

Don't you like Love? Anyway Paco left this morning.

Tonight, I'll be alone.

Alone?

A stagecoach. What's it doing here?

Out, get out!

Bring us a cold drink.

Excuse me, Sheriff. Isn't that Beauregard Bennet?

None of your business. Bring us a drink and move it.

I'm sorry, but it will be my business if the rest of the Wild Bunch shows up.

The rest of the Wild Bunch is dead and buried.

And Zachary Shaw, this bastard's worthy partner, is too busy running.

There is no more Wild Bunch.

- I'm thirsty. - Then be quiet, or it'll get worse.

- Here - Just a minute.

Hey, you! What the devil do you think you're doing?

- I'm giving this man a drink. - Stay out of it. It's not your concern.

As a member of a civilized society, it's my concern as much as yours.

- Where'd this guy come from? - He's a professor from up North.

- He read tons of books. - Professor...

don't trouble yourself on account of this dirty murderer.

Murderer?

I'm sorry, sir, but our laws reject the presumption of guilt...

until it has been amply proven in each and every aspect.

Okay, okay. It'll be easier if you just give him a drink.

Drop your guns, or I'll kill him!

You, get up on the box, and as soon as we're inside, get going.

Move it, you bastard!

Come on, faster!

You couldn't have picked a worse hostage, you know.

I'm very ill. You might even say that I'm at death's door.

Yeah, but they didn't know that.

Faster!

- What are you doing? - Dying or dead, what's the difference?

Me? Wait, you can't do that. What have I done to you?

Wait a minute.

You have no right!

- What kind of sense does that make? - Yes, you're right.

You're already dead. And I need every last bullet.

- How are you feeling? - I feel like I have a bullet in me.

- That's how I feel. - I did what I could.

I put you on the horse, but then it got dark, and I got lost.

At dawn, I found water, and here we are.

- You can't do that. - Then leave and let me die in peace.

I can't let a man die like this.

Besides, if I left...

I don't even know where we are.

- Are you willing to take me somewhere? - Where?

That way.

- I don't have much choice. - Take the gun.

- Why? - Just take it!

Shoot here, where the chain is connected to the handcuff.

- Yes, but how do I do it? - Have you never shot a gun?

- Cock the hammer. - This thing here?

Isn't it dangerous?

It is, if you pull the trigger while you cock the hammer, Professor.

Go on.

Good.

Do it. Here.

Under the floorboards, by the window.

- What's wrong with you? - What's wrong? I'm coughing.

I have to rest.

Don't give up now, you bastard.

Get up!

Under the floorboards. By the window!

Grab that ax.

Pull up the floorboards. Come on!

Go on. Get a move on!

Come on. You've got to pull them up! Come on, you coward!

Come on, come on!

Pull it up. Up!

Come on, you wimp!

I can't do it. I can't do it.

You have to do it. You have to!

Come on!

- I can't do it. - Come on!

Come on!

There's a hiding place.

It's full of supplies.

There are weapons and medical supplies.

Yes, I know, Professor. I know.

Stop drinking.

Now do as I say.

First, make a cross- shaped cut.

Then insert the blade until you feel it hit the lead of the bullet.

Go on. Do it.

Do it!

What are you waiting for?

Go on. Dig Deep!

There, deeper, go on!

Come on! Cut deeper!

- Go on! - I can't do it. I can't do it.

Keep going!

Look.

Look at it.

Here it is. That's in. I'm alive.

I'm alive, do you understand? Alive!

- Amazing. - I'm still too slow.

You seem plenty fast to me.

The cemeteries are full of people who are plenty fast.

I've been practicing every day since I was 12 years old.

to be the fastest of them all.

Since you were 12.

Your life would have been different...

if you had devoted all this time to books...

if you has used your mind to think...

instead of using your hand to pull out your gun.

It's true that holding it gives you an absurd feeling of power.

It fits in your palm so naturally, as if it were part of...

I hit it, Beau. I aimed and I hit it.

- Good for you. - It's not hard.

That's our dinner. Shoot! Go on!

Tell me. Did you never eat rabbit up there in New England?

I know, but there was always someone who killed them for us...

so our conscience was clear.

Down here, its hard to distinguish.

between the laws of survival and the instinct to overpower.

Then don't think about it.

I can't help but think.

For instance, we still have supplies. Therefore killing was unnecessary.

- Come here. - What are you doing?

- Do you know him? - No.

- And I don't want him to know me. - Have you lost your mind?

That's not our dinner.

I'll take care of it. I'll make him go away.

I didn't hear you approaching.

Hello there.

I'm glad, after many week to see another human being.

What can I do for you, friend?

- Go and get Beauregard. - Who?

- I don't understand. - Solomon Bennet.

- AKA Beauregard. I'm here for him. - I assure you that...

Forget it, Brett.

And you, lose the belt.

My name is Siringo, Charley Siringo.

I'm glad I found you, Beau.

How did you do it?

By riding around.

I had heard that the Wild Bunch had a hideout up here in the mountains.

What do you want?

I want what you want- to put the Wild Bunch back together again.

I know you're thinking about it. The gang is not all gone.

We can find Zachary Shawn, free the boys who were caught...

and track down the stragglers.

And the dead... can be replaced.

Do you think just anyone can join the Wild Bunch?

No.

But I'm... not just anyone.

How do you like my references?

This is a good luck charm. My first sheriff.

Have you ever heard of the Pinkerton Agency?

Sure, its a private police agency.

Of all the bastards hunting me, they're the best.

- Capable of all kinds of tricks. - I understand.

But I can prove to you that I have nothing to do with them.

If I were a Pinkerton agent, who would stop me from killing you like a dog?

I would.

You're damn good, Beau. That's why I want to join you.

I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to start recruiting yet.

- Come by some other time. - All right.

I'm a patient man.

When you need me, just whistle. I'll always be around...

- What are you doing? - We're leaving.

- I don't want any other visitors. - Too bad. It was nice here.

- You can stay if you want. - Right.

I imagine you'll do as that man said.

You'll look for your old friends...

and you'll put this Wild Bunch back together.

- Naturally. - Of course.

You used the right word. It's natural for an animal...

to go back to assault and murder after licking his wounds.

You were right to call your gang the Wild Bunch.

You're animals, incapable of thought.

You're killers out of habit, out of stupidity-

Tell me. If you were the stronger one right now what would you do?

Come on.

Come on. Don't take it so hard.

I know you're strong too. You're strong here and here.

You know what you're going to do?

I'm going to Purgatory City to get one of my boys.

There's a train station there.

Take the train and go home.

Understand? This is no place for you.

Good morning. I'd like a room for a few hours.

I'm waiting for the train.

Do you have a room or not?

Are you the owner of the hotel? Fletcher, Professor Fletcher...

- Room #7. - Room #7.

Thank you

Who is that smiley- faced man?

He's a smiley- faced man.

We're simple people here in Purgatory City.

If a man with a gun smiles at us, we're happy.

And if another man...

who looks a lot like the portraits of Beauragard Bennet...

Rides into town with his guns and without a smile...

Then we start to worry.

I'm looking for a friend, Aaron Chase

Have you heard of him?

I'm talking to you. I know he's here somewhere.

He's here, and he's not here, Mr. Bennet.

Damn it. Now Briggs will take him to see Mr. Williams.

- Who is Mr. Williams? - Let's just say I'm an honest citizen citizen...

who worries about the fate of his town.

For months now, Purgatory City has been living in fear.

A citizen, Sam Taylor, who has hired a small group of gunmen...

and with their help ruthlessly taken over every business in town.

I'm here only because this guy says you know where Aaron is.

The two things are connected.

Even the sheriff belongs to Taylor.

And the sheriff has your friend Aaron.

- Is he in prison? - Yes, but not here in town.

He's hidden in a safe place, and I happen to know where it is.

- So? - So, let's exchange favors.

You give Purgatory City back it's freedom...

and we will give your friend Aaron his freedom...

with a small token of appreciation from the citizens of the town.

- $5,000. - Not enough appreciation.

All tight, then let's say $10,000

OK

Taylor will be out of town until tomorrow. Let's take advantage of that.

What do you want me to do?

Those men have to leave town before Taylor comes back.

Listen, we are peace- loving people. We'd like to avoid a massacre.

In cases such as this...

you kill the leader, and the gang falls apart.

- They must have a leader. - They do: Reagan.

He's a very tough man, extremely dangerous.

Why, are you thinking of-

Well...

You're the expert, but please, Mr. Bennet, one man.

Only one.

Sorry, Reagan. It's not personal.

Hi there, Sheriff.

I need your cooperation.

I have a list of names of people who leave town within the hour.

But, my name is on this list.

I want to see them leave. That's what he said.

And then, don't be late, or I'll come find every one of you.

That's what he said, word for word.

- He's a hell of a man, isn't he? - I didn't think he had it in him.

He's doing a beautiful, noble thing. But where are the others?

- He's alone? - Yes.

- Hi there. - I thought you'd left.

My train doesn't leave for another hour. I have nothing to do.

Besides, it'll be better if they see there are two of us.

No thanks.

If something happens, I'd rather have only targets around me.

Professor, do you want my advice?

Go on, and get on that train.

Go far away from here.

Try to forget about all this. Listen to me.

- Mr. Williams. - What is it, Briggs?

I don't want to be disturbed.

Mr. Taylor is here.

Taylor? Let him in right away.

Excuse me.

They told me what was going on as soon as I arrived.

- I came as I was. - Please, you're the boss here.

I've heard that your man is none other than Beauregard Bennet.

Yes, but your men are also good.

Of course. You never know.

- You have an excellent view. - Indeed. Briggs, another chair.

There. The show is about to start.

Well, here we are. As you can see, we're on time.

And now we'll leave like good little boys without any fuss.

What a bunch of ingrates. We loved everyone here.

- But you'll see, they'll miss us. - Hold it right there.

Hey, I'm unarmed. Can't you see?

- I just want to return this. - Good.

Hi Aaron, shall we go and find the rest of the Bunch?

- What do you say? - Sure.

Can I have your autograph, Mr. Fletcher?

- How many have you killed so far? - Do you always aim at the forehead?

- What's the price on your head? - Why don't you stay on as our sheriff?

Safe travels, Professor! Forget about the West!

All aboard, ladies and gentlemen. All aboard.

Hey you, that's my horse!

I'm coming with you! Wait for me!

No, you'd better let him. He's a gunslinger.

He's one of Beauregard Bennet's men.

Hey Vance, that's Brett.

He has more brains than all of us put together.

When he talks, listen. And if you don't understand, shut up.

How's it going, Brett? Great, Vance. Really great.

- Any idea where Zachary is? - No, but I know where to find Jason.

He got a job.

- Hey, the Professor is lucky. - Give that here.

- There must be at least 1,000. - More, much more.

Dear son, we sold the house, and we're sending you the money.

Don't worry, Ma and I are old and we can live on very little.

- What matters is that to you... - Knock it of, Brett.

Shall I read another? There are many just like it.

I told you to knock it off.

Right, you might end up thinking.

That would be a problem for a man like you, wouldn't it?

Feel free to leave, Brett.

I've thought about it.

But I have no idea what I should go back to.

Beauregard!

- Beau! I've been so worried about you. - Hello, Belle.

- This is Brett Fletcher. - Madam.

- What about the others? - They'll be here.

- Where's your brother? - At the plantation with the slaves.

Mr. Fletcher is from up North. The word slaves startled him.

All right, servants, if you prefer. One word changes nothing.

Just as your Mr. Lincoln has changed nothing down here.

Or whatever his name was.

In any case, I forgive you even if you're a Yankee...

Mr. Fletcher, because you are Beau's friend.

Besides, you're a handsome man. and please, don't blush.

You, too, are welcome in the modest abode of the de Wintons.

Let's drink to Beauregard, the friend returned to us.

And to Zachary, the friend whom we shall find.

And to the Wild Bunch, galloping free once more.

- And to the South. - With Mr. Fletcher's permission.

At de Winton's house? Are you sure, you bastard?

Yes, Sheriff. Mr. Sheriff. Miss Belle called him by name.

- It's Beauregard Bennet. - Don't do it.

- Don't do what? - I told you not to do it.

You must be joking, Siringo.

I can prove that de Winton is in league with the Wild Bunch...

and capture Beauregard.

Oh, sure.

And you can reap a big, fat reward.

But I still say give it up.

You Pinkerton agents think you're big shots, don't you?

You have money, connections. You're protected.

You can do whatever you want.

Except give orders to a sheriff.

Make an effort to understand, Sheriff.

I had the chance to get Beauregard.

I've been hunting him down for months. But I let him go.

Because he's putting the Wild Bunch back together again.

When they're all together, at Blazing Rock...

in their damned hideout in the mountains, then it will be time to act.

I don't give a damn about your plans.

Beauregard Bennet is here and I won't let him get away.

I'll go to de Winton's place, and I'll arrest him.

And you can't stop me.

No, I can't stop you.

I know its improper to linger in a young lady's room...

but I'd like to show you something that is very dear to me.

- Its a Confederate cavalry sash. - I had given it to my fiance.

He wore it at Gettysburg.

Gettysburg. 8,000 dead.

I never loved again after that.

Having loved once is already a blessing.

Not everyone is so lucky.

It's the only thing of his I have left.

Belle, old girl...

don't start again with the same old story.

It makes you sad, and I have to work twice as hard to cheer you up.

Mr. Bennet, I'm afraid you're in the wrong room.

- Your room is- - Next door, right? The usual one.

Adjoining to this one. Oh, now I get it.

I get it. It's on your account, you know.

But don't you worry.

Brett is a gentleman. Aren't you a gentleman?

I'm afraid so. For now.

But...

I'm learning.

I told you, Beauregard, that I wouldn't go far.

How do I know it wasn't you who told the sheriff I was here?

You don't. But what matters is that I'm warning you now.

Okay, we'Il talk another time.

Hold it, Beauregard. Don't turn around!

Nobody move!

Don't move, there three guns aiming at at you.

Nobody move!

Unbuckle your belts and don't try anything.

You know, Siringo...

my gut tells me that I shouldn't trust you.

But the Professor, who's an expert, says we should use our brains.

The brain must believe what the eyes see.

Guys, this is Charley Siringo.

He's one of us now.

- Where to now, Beauregard? - To Blazing Rock!

Hey, Beauregard!

Beau!

Welcome back, Beau. We were worried about you.

It's no use looking for him, Zachary isn't here.

They caught him before he got here, and we don't know where they took him.

Here, drink.

Thank you.

Don't you recognize me? I'm Cattle Annie...

the girl who was all skin and bones last year, don't you remember?

Sure I do. You're the same girl. Same skin, same bones.

Aren't you going to give me a kiss? You're nice and plump now.

- Last year you were all knees. - I still have knees:

You're not dancing?

Will you stop hanging on me like a broken window shutter?

It's already past your bedtime.

Why don't you take me to bed, if you think I'm a little girl?

Little girls shouldn't talk dirty.

You know what? You're a son of a-

And they don't curse, either!

Vance, Maria, join in the dancing!

- Want to dance with her? - No, thank you.

What are they saying about me? How much is the reward now?

What reward? Who's going to look for you after 30 years?

I don't believe you. The name Rusty Roger was known throughout the West.

Rusty Rogers? Is that you?

- Have you heard of me sir? - Heard of you? Are you joking?

You're a legend. You're so famous. I thought you were made up.

I thought you were a figment of popular imagination.

They've written ballads about you.

And... the reward on your head has gone up to...

$5,000

No, I'm sorry, up to $10,000.

Really? Thank you. Thank you so much, my friend.

You indulge the fantasies of a ghost.

If I gave him hope, then I'm alive.

Then you're going to be busy here.

Blazing Rock is a town full of ghosts.

Hunters with no more buffalos, cowboys no more herds...

prospectors with no more gold.

The cream of the old, romantic frontier...

who refuse to accept the existence of the telegraph, trains, of reality.

I've never seen anyone more real, free, alive, and happy than these folks.

We have to figure out where Zachary is.

So we have to send out some scouts.

It'll cost money, but with a couple of robberies we can make what we need.

Do you already have a plan?

I'll discuss it with the Wild Bunch.

- I thought I was part of it. - Let's call this your trial period.

But you can take part in the robberies, if you really want to.

- We'll need two or three extra men. - I'm coming with you.

You said you needed extra men.

Not you.

I've thought about it, Beau.

Seriously.

I want to come with you.

Listen, do you know where we're going?

We're going to rob.

You know what that means? Fear on people's faces.

Shooting them in the gut if they defend themselves, and in the back if they run.

It means killing, understand?

And you're not capable of that, Professor.

Hey, you damn idiot, watch where you point that thing!

What are you staring at? Your friend Beau wouldn't bat an eye.

Stay where you are, and soon it will all be over.

Just a minute, Aaron. Give me that medallion.

Here ma'am, you can keep this.

Give what's inside to the first sheriff you run into.

Hey, Siringo. What was that about?

There will be a lot of talk about what gentlemen we were...

and not much about what we stole.

This is what legends are made of.

Let's go!

- How many men did you kill today? - None, so far.

All right, Beauregard Bennet, you're not the only man alive.

I may be young, but I'm a fast learner.

Just today I learned that some men...

when they want a woman, take her whether she wants them or not.

- What's this? - Its a .44 special.

It's good for distances of about 435 yards.

Thirty-eight, and another .45

Tell me who it was. Tell me or I'll kill you.

Who was it? Tell me who it was. Who was it?

It was me.

Let's talk about it

Stop!

I wanted to kill him.

Now you can no longer keep me out of the Wild Bunch.

The note comes from Charley Siringo, nd it says...

I can't know in advance where the Bunch will go.

There's only one way to entrap them.

Take Zachary Shawn to Silvertown, and have the information leaked.

They'll try to free him, and we'll catch them all.

I think that's a good idea.

All right. Soon the Wild Bunch will know that Zachary Shawn will be taken to Silvertown.

Here in Willow Creek is the largest cattle market in the state.

I've heard that every day up to 15,000 head of cattle are traded.

Even if only 1/3 of the daily volume of money is traded...

were deposited in the bank...

it would amount to 300,000 dollars.

$300,000.

Yes, but banks are damned hard to rob.

Sure, following your method of going in shooting...

and grabbing what you can as if a bank were a stagecoach.

But no.

I think we can empty the bank's safe...

in peace and quiet.

The problem is not emptying it, it's getting them to open it.

True, but you don't open a safe only to take the money out.

Imagine that a nice looking couple goes to a bank...

to make a deposit.

Damn.

- This guy really is brainy - Too brainy, perhaps.

I'm sorry, but not doing it. No banks.

- Why not? - Zachary is in Silvertown.

- First of all we have to free him. - Silvertown? Good. I know that jail.

It's an old building with few guards.

It shouldn't be too hard.

- In fact, it's too easy. - What do you mean?

Nothing, I was thinking that this Zachary, popping up like this...

in a jail that's easy to break out of...

and of all places, in Silvertown, the closest town to Blazing Rock.

He's not wrong.

It really does sound like a trap.

It's a risk we have to take.

- I'm in. - Let's hear what Brett thinks first.

Let's assume it is a trap. They wait for us in Silvertown.

But instead we go-

To Willow Creek, and we screw them.

Brett, come with me.

- So if it had been loaded- - You would have been faster, Beau.

We'll rob the the bank first. Your heist, since you care so much.

Come inside, and I'll lay out my plan for you.

The best time to act is early in the afternoon.

The bank will just have opened, but there will be hardly anyone there.

It's hot at that hour, and people are at home for their usual nap.

Everyone naps after lunch, and sheriffs are no exception.

We'll enter the town bit by bit, of course.

Aaron will go to the barber shop...

and then he'll amble on over to the post office...

which stands to the left of the bank...

where he has left his horse.

Jason will arrive at the same time...

and will tie his horse up near Aaron's.

Both Jason and Aaron will linger near the bank...

ready to act, if necessary.

This is whem Maximilian will arrive...

who, gentleman that his is, will not arouse suspicion.

He will ride to the bank, leisurely. He'll tie his horse up outside...

and he will enter with the self-assured attitude of a man who has who has lots of money...

and therefore knows that he is welcome wherever he goes.

Beau will cover our escape...

and since he is the most, to be recognized...

He will have to make himself unrecognizable.

He could dress up as a Mexican.

Let's hope we don't need his help.

l'm almost certain that we won't need to do any shooting.

Furthermore, when we leave, the good citizens of Willow Creek...

will be distracted by a hay wagon that will have caught fire by accident.

I think the plan is perfect.

- Excuse me, Ma'am. - Watch where you're going!

- You see, these are all our savings. - That's right.

- Is the safe as strong as it looks - It's the latest model.

Three inches of steel, excellent steel.

- Look. - No, you look.

Hold it, my friend.

It may not look like it, but this is a robbery.

Are you looking for a job?

Listen, how much to take a hike?

I wasn't looking for a handout. I just wanted to talk to someone like me.

- Hey, what's your name? - Paco

Relax, take your time.

There's no rush.

Everything is going according to plan.

The American kids won't play with me.

That's why I don't like to go to school. Anyway, I know how to read.

Sheriff, a robbery is in progress at the bank.

Don't interfere, or it will be a bloodbath.

- Give that here. - Send a telegram to Silvertown.

Tell them to gather as many men as they can...

and have them ride in the direction of Longtree...

so they can ambush the Wild Bunch.

The Bunch. That's who you are. You're one of them!

You're a bandit, a murderer! - Be quiet!

You're Beauregard Bennet! I recognize you. It's Beauregard Bennet!

Sheriff, Sheriff! It's the Wild Bunch! Sheriff!

Paco.

Were you looking for me?

- What should we do? - Find two horses. Move it!

Brett!

- Max, let's go. - Where? You go!

Maximilian, you're all alone

I've been alone for a long time.

Come on out.

On one condition.

What condition?

You show yourself too.

Alright.

Touche.

Zachary.

So they caught you too.

But how many did you kill before they brought you down?

- How many? - None.

- Not even one. - I get it. You were scared.

Sometimes fear ambushes you. But in here you'll get over it.

Once you're here you get over it real quick.

And all you have left is the anger at getting caught.

And there's nothing you wouldn't do to get out of here.

But now we're together, Beau. We'll show them.

Look

I found it in the garbage, and at night I scrape it against the stone wall.

Soon it will become a knife.

Just a couple more nights.

Then you'll call the guard over with an excuse, have him come close.

And then I'll kill him

Then we'll go in the other room...

we'll surprise the other two guards, and we'll kill them too.

Hang in there. We're almost there. We've made it.

There. Come on, Maria.

Get down. Come on.

Maria.

What happened, Brett?

Siringo betrayed us. He was a spy, a dirty cop.

- But the heist succeeded anyway. - What about all the others?

- Ask Beauregard. - What do you mean?

Beau wasn't able, or perhaps willing, to stop someone sounding the alarm.

- And we were all trapped. - It's not true!

Beau can't have done that. If things went south, it was your fault.

- You convinced them to rob the bank. - And we succeeded.

The money is here!

I'm here to prove it.

I made no mistakes.

I never lost my nerve.

The bullets flew all around me without touching me.

My plan succeeded because it was perfect.

The men were not perfect and they failed.

But men can be replaced.

What are you trying to say?

You may think that this is a lot of money.

A whole lot.

But I'm telling you that it's only the very beginning.

I need men who are fast, ready to act...

but mostly, willing to obey.

What? There will be no recruiting of gangs at Blazing Rock.

It's a long standing rule.

Much is about to change here.

Hold it! We are all free. Anyone can us for shelter.

But he must respect our customs.

This man's plans are very dangerous for all of us.

Whoever wants to join him will have to leave Blazing Rock.

A reward... to whoever shuts him up.

I told you. It's no use having eliminated the Wild Bunch.

Have you heard? Brett Fletcher is gathering the worst scum...

to create a new gang at Blazing Rock.

And that's not all.

He's summoned professional criminals from the big cities.

From Chicago, San Francisco, St. Louis.

You have to understand that as long as those outlaws are out there...

neither your banks, nor your trains...

nor your herds will be safe.

The ranchers aren't going to wait around.

We're putting together a group of vigilantes.

In a few days, 400 or maybe 500 armed men will be here...

ready to take action and get rid of that scum, once and for all.

I'd like to hear what Siringo thinks.

Siringo is still hunting Aaron Chase.

You shouldn't underestimate him.

- No. - But you're the man for the job.

And you know, the way to Blazing Rock.

If you guide the vigilantes...

we can be sure to avoid any violence, or any unnecessary violence.

That's what they say in Washington...

right before they send the army to massacre the Indians.

No one can control 500 vigilantes.

They're mercenaries, and they only care about money and violence.

And I don't want to be part of a massacre.

My task was to capture the men of the Wild Bunch.

If I'm not mistaken, there's one left, and he's at Blazing Rock.

I know. Brett Fletcher.

How does the great Pinkerton Agency think they'll catch him?

With another undercover agent who will gain his trust?

If it worked once, it can work again.

And if you want to know, it's already done.

A Pinkerton agent is already at Blazing Rock, as we speak.

His name is Wallace.

You know, Wallace, I'm certain that you got a college education.

Before you joined Pinkerton, I mean.

Like your colleague, Charley Siringo.

Go away.

Does it hurt? Torture is important, Wallace.

It's good for the morale of the troops. Didn't they teach you that in college?

You know, your education screwed you.

It leaves behind a penetrating odor, and I know it all too well.

Yes, I know...

and I don't understand how a man like you could become-

What's baffling is that a man like me stayed in the shadows for so long...

Before he discovered his strength.

Do you realize what a smart man could do in a country like ours...

where brutes have been able to rule?

Sure he could try to change it, to improve it.

Unless he's weak like you, Fletcher, just as you were in Boston

Civilized among the civilized, and violent among the violent.

Because you adapt to your environment like a digusting parasite.

You should have paid more attention to your classes, Wallace.

You don't understand anything about violence:

A violent man is an outlaw. A hundred make a gang.

A hundred thousand make an army. That's the point.

To go beyond the violence of the individual, which is a crime...

to get to the violence of the masses, which makes history.

In any case...

I have very much appreciated talking to a man who can understand.

They only understand the simplest things.

Like the fact that spies must be punished.

The Reason of State, Wallace. You're educated, so you understand.

Without hatred. With civility.

It's never too late to decide to side with justice, Bennet.

You have a huge debt to pay, but...

I guarentee that if you accept our proposal, the governor-

Diplomacy be damned. Listen to me Bennet.

It is very simple. If you lead the vigilantes to destroy Blazing Rock...

you'll be let go.

If you refuse-

You've been sentenced to death three times.

We can only hang you once, but by God, we will.

What's your decision?

What are you doing, huh? Get to work, you old imbecile.

Move it.

Another .22.

- 1857. - 1857.

Go to hell!

Untie her.

- Why do you keep running away? - I want to go find Beau.

I don't care what he did. I have to tell him I love him.

I love him too. Maybe even more than you.

You think you love Beau because he was the most handsome...

the strongest, the bravest...

and you fell in love with a hero... who doesn't exist.

No, it may have started that way.

But now I would love him even if he were a coward.

And you're the one who helped me understand it.

Because now you're doing the same things he used to do.

But when you do them, they're disgusting.

Yes, it's true, we do the same things.

But there is one difference.

I... know what I'm doing.

Listen up!

Friends, for years now, the bandits of Blazing Rock...

have been cruelly attacking our lovely communities.

Finally, the honest and law-abiding citizens have said "enough!"

That's why this expedition has been organized.

And here is the man who has agreed to be your guide.

You all know his name- Zachary Shawn.

Friends, I have only one thing to say to you...

100 for every man, 50 for every woman, and 25 for every child. Is that clear?

Siringo, what are you doing outside? Come and drink with us.

- I'm sorry, I'm leaving. - Leaving?

- But- - It's no concern of mine.

- Sheriff! Is the sheriff here? - Yes, but what happened?

Beauregard Bennet just broke out of prison.

Tell the sheriff not to bother. This is my concern.

- Rusty. - See?

They finally decided to come and get me. But I was ready.

Even after 30 years, I was ready.

- Where were you hit? - No, leave it.

They got me in the belly. It's an ugly wound.

It's over.

- But what happened? - We were sleeping.

The guards didn't sound the alarm.

When I saw Zachary leading them, I understood why.

There was no time to defend ourselves.

- It was a real massacre. - What about Annie?

I think she on one of the wagons - What wagons?

Brett rounded up the survivors...

and took the only way out.

- Across the desert? - Yes, across the desert.

That's a tough road, but they can make it with the wagons.

No, they won't make it.

As soon as it was all over here, Zachary took off after them with about 50 vigilantes.

They don't want witnesses...

and not even one will succeed-

Come on, faster!

Stop!

Stop, wait for us!

Go on. Keep going!

Get down. This wagon is stuck for good.

- Is there nothing to be done? - We need another wheel.

Stop! Come back for us!

- Stop. - You keep going.

Get back, back! If you get on the other wagon, it too will break.

Unhitch the horses. Back, get back!

Let's go. Get on.

No.

It's Beau! Look, it's Beau! It's Beau!

- It's Beauregard! - Beauregard!

- Welcome back among your people. - I have no people, friend.

Keep going, and don't stop. Go!

Beau!

Beauregard!

Beauregard!

If there aren't too many of them, we can stop them.

There are too many, I saw them as I took the shortcut over the hills.

- There are at least 50 of them. - I'm telling you, we'll stop them.

Something will happen.

We'll make it.

Hey! Those are Brett Fletcher and Beauregard.

Beauregard would have done better to stay in prison.

This time he chose the wrong side. What the hell is wrong with you?

Are you scared, you bastards? There are 50 of us.

If we're lucky, 40 of us will make it.

- Who will be among those ten? - Their heads aren't worth a mere 100.

Is $25,000 not enough of an enticement for you?

- I'm in. - Then let's go.

And don't start shooting until I start shooting.

Leave him to me.

Stop! I order you to stop!

What's the matter with you, Siringo? Get out of our way.

You can go back where you came from.

You're not needed here.

Beauregard Bennet and Brett Fletcher are my business.

And the people on the wagons have done nothing to break the law.

- So let them go on their way. - Together we can take him.

Try again, if you want...

and if you want a Pinkerton agent hounding you for the rest of your life.

Go on! Get out of here!

Beauregard Bennet, Brett Fletcher, drop your weapons.

I'm arresting you in the name of the law.

Have you gone mad?

- What are you doing? - What I think is right.

Right? What kind of justice is that?

Siringo's justice?

He killed a sheriff before your eyes just to join the gang.

Or the justice of the vigilantes? Answer me, is that justice?

Beau, listen to me, there's no such thing as the justice you seek.

It's something you create yourself, when you have power, strength.

And we're strong, Beau.

Together we can recreate a Wild Bunch...

ten times, a hundred times stronger than the old one.

If only you knew about my ideas. The justice you seek doesn't exist!

It does exist, damn you! It's here, here!

Here, do you hear me?

And now forget about me.

There's nothing you can do.

No, there's one more thing.

Why? Why did you do it?

This too was right, Brett.

I had so many things in mind, so many more things to do.

Great...

great things. Great things.

Hair and build are similar to yours.

His face is unrecognizable now.

The law will have to settle for a fake Beauregard Bennet.

In any case, the old one no longer exists.

And now, go.

Go on, Beau.

Just go!

Good luck.

Good luck, Beau.