All language subtitles for Boss.Nigger.1975.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r

- Hey Jed.

Come on down here with that box.

- Ah keep your boots on, we're coming.

- Come on open it.

(gun firing)

- Ah Jed how much do you figure we got?

- Near about 5,000 I bet you.

- Come on Jed, give me my share.

I ain't had that much money
since we robbed that bank.

(guns firing)

- Oh shit.

(gun firing)

- $500 reward for Frank
Ward, dead or alive.

Hey Boss this is him, the
one we been looking for.

Uh-oh Boss, found something else.

- What you got there Amos?

Services for the sheriff of San Miguel

recommended to me by Jed Clayton.

Enclosed you will find
$200 and a sheriff's badge.

On your arrival you'll be paid $500 more.

Signed by a Mayor Griffin.

- Jed Clayton.

Now that we found the hole

how are we gonna smoke out that tadpole?

- Sheriff badge huh?

Well, look like he gonna come to us.

- Is you crazy?

You're gonna get us all killed

and I'm hungry and that ain't right

for folks to die hungry.

- Come on Amos listen I want to get

to San Miguel before day break.

- Before day break.

You better hope it's
nightfall when we get there

if you're planning on taking
over that sheriff's badge

as I think you is so as they
can't see what they is doing.

- Well come on grab his feet.

(hooves trotting)

Yeah Sheriff, I want to thank you.

Sorry we ain't got time for supper,

but we got us some more whiteys to catch.

- Bye Sheriff.

(upbeat funky music)

♪ Black man in a white man's town ♪

♪ He's got trouble ♪

♪ Get in his way he's gonna cut you down ♪

♪ Taking over ♪

♪ He can ride, he can shoot ♪

♪ Don't take nothing from nobody ♪

♪ Oh he's black and he's bad ♪

♪ Scared of nothing, yeah ♪

♪ He's so bad they call him Boss ♪

♪ He's a boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's so bad, they call him Boss ♪

♪ He's a boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's bad, they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's so bad, they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's bad, they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's so bad they call him Boss ♪

(guns firing)

(yelling)

(guns firing)

- Giddy up! (shouting)

(guns firing)

(screaming)

(suspenseful funky music)

- Shit, nothing but junk.

- Hey lookie what we got here.

(screaming)

(guns firing)

(groaning)

(thumping)
(groaning)

(gun firing)

- Oh lordy another nigger.

Come on, you alright gal, huh?

(crying)

It's okay, it's okay.

- How is she Amos?

- She's okay, but I think he's done for.

- Here gal, drink this,
you'll feel better.

- Oh another nobody,
just another poor whitey.

Hot damn, payday.

- What'd you find Amos?

- This one here's one
of Jed Clayton's men.

He's worth about $100.

That's better than nothing I'd say.

- Well good, put him on a horse.

And bring a shovel here for the old man.

What're you all doing out here anyway?

- We was just traveling through.

My pa was looking for work.

We just done most any kind
of work we could find.

- How far are we from San Miguel?

- We just came from there,
it's about 20 miles.

- What's your name gal?

- My name's Clara Mae.

- Well Clara Mae we can't leave you here.

We'll take you back to San Miguel with us.

- I know a Mexican family there

I lived with for about a week

when my pa and I did some work for 'em.

- Well good.

Maybe you can stay with them.

(acoustic guitar music)

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Clara Mae?

Clara Mae what are you doing here?

Where is your papa?

- He was killed.

These men helped me.

- Come here my child, we
will take care of you.

My thanks to the senors.

- Thank you senor.

Which way to the sheriff's office?

- There's no sheriff senor.

He was killed months ago.

The town is run by the mayor
and the town committee.

- Very interesting.

We'll be back later to
check on you Clara Mae.

- Come with me.

(hammer clanging)

(upbeat funky music)

- Sure is funny how they
think we is the devil.

- Folks are always scared of things

they don't know much about Amos.

I reckon the people in this town

ain't never seen blacks before.

- Well lookie here.

- It's the little laundry lady.

What you got?

- Hey look at that.

Hey, now why don't you
all act like gentlemen

and let that lady pass?

- Well I'll be.

Come over here and look
at this. (laughing)

You know I heared about
these black devils before,

but I sure ain't never seen one before.

You know this one even
sasses too. (laughing)

- Yeah.

I wonder if the black comes off.

(thumping)

- Now I hope you're fast

'cause if you ain't you is dead.

Come on get up, go on.

All I ask is for you all
to act like gentlemen.

Now apologize to the
lady, with the hats off.

(gun firing)

- We's terribly sorry
we troubled you ma'am.

- Now I want you to just
leave holding hands.

Real nice like.

(gun firing)

Skip along.

Go ahead, go ahead.

(laughing)

- We don't want no trouble Amos.

We just want our reward and keep moving.

- I just didn't like their looks.

Besides I love fat women.

(funky music)

Don't look like nobody been
here for quite a spell.

(funky music)

You sure you want to stay here?

(funky music)

- Mr. Mayor.

Mr. Mayor a couple of niggers

just busted into the sheriff's office.

- I saw.

(funky music)

Well all be damned.

What are you niggers doing
here, what do you want?

- Well who are you and what the
hell do you want fat cheeks?

- You happen to be talking to
the mayor of this town nigger.

- The mayor.

Amos this here is the mayor.

- Is you the mayor?

- That's right, I'm the mayor

and if you don't shuffle on out of here

I'm liable to have you tarred
and feathered out of town.

- Well now Mr. Mayor you
don't seem to understand.

I'm your new sheriff.

- I's your new deputy.

(laughing)

- A couple of jokers.

- We found this here note on the body

of dead gunfighter signed by you.

Sure enough made for interesting reading.

- I wonder if the town folk knows

you is hitched up with Jed Clayton?

- Now we don't want nothing
from your town Mayor.

All we want is Jed.

- Yeah there's a big reward for him.

- Oh I see.

My goodness.

You gotta be a couple of bounty hunters.

- Well you all been hunting
black folks for so long.

We just want to see what it
felt like to hunt white folks.

- How in the hell am I gonna explain

to the good people of this town

about a nigger being their sheriff?

- That's your problem.

- Mr. Mayor can you sign this poster?

We need your mark so as we can collect

the reward for a Jack Meckiff.

- Jack Meckiff, who's he?

- That's the dead man that's outside.

- Mr. Mayor.

Mr. Mayor.

There's some gentlemen over at the saloon

and they want to talk to you.

- Jed Clayton?

- Now listen we don't need
no bounty hunters in town

stirring up trouble with Jed.

He comes into town twice a month,

takes what he needs and
skedaddles on out of here.

Now you rile him up we're
liable to have more problems

than all of us put together could handle.

Hank get the undertaker to get

that dead man on a horse out of here.

- Yeah.

- Well now Mr. Mayor a
riled up Jed in your town,

that's your problem.

But your problem ain't our
problem lessen you pays us

and since you ain't paying us

we'll just stay around
and collect that reward.

- What are we gonna do now Boss?

Wait and follow him out of town?

- Nope, let's mosey over to the saloon.

Might be interesting.

(honky tonk piano music)

(horse neighing)

(laughing)

- So he said a little of
what you fancy does you good.

(laughing)

Oh, here's a fine upstanding
bunch of citizens.

- Hi Bunny.

- Good day Mr. Mayor, sleep well?

(laughing)

He knew me well enough last night.

(laughing)

See all of you gentlemen later.

(laughing)

- Now look Mayor Jed is plenty mad

about your townsfolk hiding all the women

and supplies from us
when we comes to town.

- We can't afford to keep
on giving you boys supplies

without you all paying for them.

- Oh but Mayor Jed is paying you.

Now he ain't killed a
single person in this town.

Now if you don't want that to change.

The general store better be full

of supplies when we get back.

Hey bartender bring us another
round of drinks on the mayor.

(laughing)

- Here Kitty take the boys a bottle.

- Thank you Miss.

- Hey darling you're moving
too slow, give me that.

- Give me a little kiss.

- Hey Mayor ain't you gonna drink up?

Hey you guys see what I see?

Hey, hey, hey look.

See what I see huh?

You don't have to move off so fast.

You don't gotta be afraid
of that black devil.

Mayor where are you going?

Aren't you going to stick
around for the party, huh?

- Hey nigger, come here
and shine my boots.

(laughing)

- Me sir?
- Yeah you.

- You're the only nigger I see.

(laughing)

- Oh thank you sir, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

How you do, how you do, how you do?

Thank you sir, I've
been shining white folks

boots nearly as far back as I
can recollect, thank you sir.

I appreciate it, thank you.

- Get a move on boy.
- Yeah boy.

- Come on.
(laughing)

- Thank you sir, thank you.
(laughing)

- I wonder if he thinks like he's walking.

(laughing)

- Shine 'em good boy.

- Yeah shine 'em good.

He ain't never seen no polish yet.

(laughing)

- Do a good job.

- Yeah shine them boots.
(laughing)

(gun firing)

(thumping)

(screaming)

- What?

(screaming)

He shot my foot.

- Yeah I'm sorry about that.

Get up.

- I can't walk, I got a hole in my foot.

- You got one good foot.

(groaning)

Alright Amos, bring the other one.

- See ya folks.

(funky music)

(groaning)

- Mayor.
- Yes Miss Pruitt?

- Who are those two strangers?

- That nigger, I think I heard
his lackey call him Boss.

He's a bounty hunter Miss Pruitt

here looking for Jed Clayton.

Could mean a little trouble for our town.

- We can't have any more
trouble than we already have.

Being robbed and hiding
our womenfolk every time

Jed and his gang come to town.

- Miss Pruitt as long as I'm your mayor

there'll be no more molesting
of our good womenfolk.

Mark my word, I guarantee
there'll be peace

and prosperity in our little town.

(groaning)

- My foot.

I need a doctor.

- Come on boy, you can make it.

- I was just standing at the
bar minding my own business.

- Shut up before I blow your brains out.

- Sure was nice of that sheriff

to leave this jail for
us, comes in mighty handy.

I'll get the key.

- Well now you niggers really
put the town in a spot.

When Jed finds out you
killed two of his boys

he'll be riding here and taking
it out on the whole town.

- Like I done told you before Mayor

you ain't paying me to
listen to your troubles

so quit bothering me with them.

- I'll tell you what,
if you leave town now

maybe Jed will follow you

and that way you'll have
a chance to get him maybe

and it'll be easier on the whole town.

- We ain't leaving this town
till we get that reward.

Right now I'm hungry.

I'm going up to the hotel
to get something to eat.

Amos.

- Let us out Mayor and I'll tell Jed

you had nothing to do with it.

- Oh pipe down back there.

Don't worry, it's not like
they're going to kill you.

- You better get us out of here

or Jed will tear the entire town apart.

- Good afternoon gentlemen
and welcome to our town.

My name is Miss Pruitt, I'm
the school teacher here,

but I recall living in Boston

and my family had black
people working for it.

They were good people.

They used to sing and dance a lot.

I used to love to watch them.

- Thank you for the welcome ma'am.

When you get back to Boston

you be sure and tell my people

that you just met two niggers

who don't know how to sing or dance.

- They're escaping, they're getting away.

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hold it.

You were gonna leave
without saying goodbye.

Now that makes me real mad.

(gun firing)
(screaming)

That ought to keep you still for a while.

- You alright ma'am?
- Yes thank you.

- You're gonna have to
crawl, come on crawl.

(groaning)

- How'd they get out of jail?

- I suggest you ask your mayor that.

- I got the key with me this time.

Wait a minute.

(water splashing)

(laughing)

- Look he knows he's a nigger.

I knows I's a nigger so you
don't have to tell us we is.

But now even niggers got to eat

so go get me some food before
I blow your damn head off.

- Yes sir, Mr. Nigger,
oh dear I mean yes sir.

(dramatic music)

(lively music)

- Hold it, hold it.

Stop the music boys.

Let me have your
attention fellow citizens.

We have a very important
city council meeting.

It's an emergency, we need the hall.

And I'm sure you'll all cooperate.

Will you please leave the hall now?

- Listen Mr. Mayor.

- Thank you, thank you.

(chattering)

(dramatic music)

- Really Mr. Mayor.

I don't interfere with
your night time activities.

How come you're interfering with mine?

- Now Bubbles I'll see that
you're well taken care of.

Be a sport.

- Alright.
- Gentlemen, come here please.

Please.

I called this meeting gentlemen

because we have a very
serious problem at hand.

Three of Jed's boys were killed here today

and as you all know Jed's
gonna take it out on the town.

- What are we gonna do about it Mayor?

- Anyone of you gentlemen
want the job of sheriff?

- Mayor you know that none
of are any good with a gun.

- We wouldn't stand a chance.

- Well that's true.

I say we talk to Jed
when he comes into town.

We explain to him it was that
nigger who killed his men.

- I agree with the mayor, we
should elect us a new sheriff.

(door banging opening)

- That won't be necessary gentlemen.

I just swore in your new deputy
and made myself the sheriff.

- Well listen you ain't got no right.

- This gives me the right.

(suspenseful funky music)

Any more objections?

Good.

Then you gentlemen all agree
that we should be the law.

Thank you.

You've made a wise decision.

- See I told you they liked us.

- Good day.

- I don't like no niggers
being the law in my town.

- When Jed finds out it
was them uppity niggers

that killed his boys he
won't be sheriff long.

- I don't know, I just
don't like the idea.

I mean suppose they start
pestering our women folk.

My Sarah being touched by a nigger.

No I just don't like it.

- Well it seems like the
only thing we can do.

Not one of us can stand
up to those gun fighters.

- Alright gentlemen this meeting
is adjourned till tomorrow.

- Alright.

I don't know.

- Good morning gentlemen.

It's my pleasure to tell you that--

- Sir, you are interrupting our breakfast.

We never discuss business
while we're eating.

So if you would be so
kind as to wait outside

until we're finished we would
be happy to talk to you then.

- Yes.

Certainly.

(laughing)

- Where'd you learn to talk like that?

- I've been wanting to say that
to somebody for eight years.

My slave master said that to me once.

It sounded so pretty I
never forgot it. (laughing)

(funky music)

(laughing)

(suspenseful music)

- What's on your mind Mayor?

- The committee decided this morning

in the town council meeting

that we select you sheriff
to help us against Jed.

- Well, looks like we're
working for you after all.

- Alright, raise your
right hand and swear--

- Nevermind all that
just give me the badge.

- Thank you gentlemen, good day.

- Oh Mayor, one more thing,

have somebody clean up my office.

(sighing)

Here you are deputy.

I'm going to check on Clara
Mae, see how she's making out.

- Okay.

(calm acoustic guitar music)

(speaking in a foreign language)

- Hello Clara Mae.

Well, I see you got yourself a job.

- Hi, yes, Pedro agreed to
let me stay here in the back.

- That's mighty fine.

Why don't you fill up
one of them glasses then.

- Pedro asked me to invite
you to dinner tonight.

- Well that's mighty nice of Pedro.

Tell him I'd be glad to accept.

See you at dinner then.

(speaking in a foreign language)

Why is the boy crying ma'am?

- He's crying because he's hungry senor.

(speaking in a foreign language)

Where do you take him senor?

- Into town, trust me.

(funky music)

- Sam.

Hey Sam.
- What?

- Look what's coming down the street.

Look what that nigger
sheriff's bringing to the town.

- You all get away from
here making all that noise

before I throw you in jail
for disturbing the peace.

I'm trying to sleep.

(funky music)

- Yes sir, can I help you?

- That's for you Pancho.
- Gracias.

- Gracias senor.

- Hey now wait a minute these
people ain't got no money.

Who's gonna be paying for all of this?

- Don't worry about it.

- Now listen, you take that dress,

you're gonna have to pay for it.

- Put it on my bill.

- What bill?

You ain't got no bill here.

- For you Clara Mae.

- Thank you.

- You can't do this, just
because you think you're sheriff

you can't just walk in here
and take anything you want.

Now help, somebody help
me stop this nigger.

He's cleaning out my store.

- Deputy do your duty.

- Sir you are under arrest.

- Me, what for?

He's the one breaking the law.

He's cleaning out my supplies.

- We're on the town payroll.

- Sir you have broken
the black law number six,

being called a nigger in public,

now that's $20 or two days in jail.

- This is outrageous.

Alright, alright I'll pay.

Here.

- Alright Pancho, don't
go getting fat on me.

- Muchas gracias senor.

(funky music)

- Okay, come on, break it up, break it up.

Go ahead break it up.

(funky music)

(birds chirping)

(gun firing)

- Hey it's me you fool, the mayor.

- You better knock first.

(knocking on door)

- Yeah?

- It's me Jed, the mayor.

I gotta talk to you.

- Alright wait just a minute.

Come on in.

Out mamasita.

Damn you always come at the wrong time.

- We got troubles Jed.

There's a bounty hunter in town.

A nigger, can you beat that?

He's killed three of your
boys, locked up another one

and the committee voted him sheriff

and I couldn't stop them.

- Well, me and the boys

will just have to make a run into town.

Bullets cost money Mayor.

(fingers snapping)
Come on.

- Bullets.

Now, you got the money,
what are you gonna do?

- Oh Mayor you know you
never question me do you?

(slap thwacking)

- I wasn't questioning you
Jed, I was just asking.

- Good.

I'm gonna finish what I was
doing when you come in here.

And then me and the boys are
gonna have ourselves some fun.

You pick up that stinking
cigar and get out of here.

(thumping)
(yelling)

Mamasita get on back in here.

- Good day sir, ma'am.

I said good day sir.

(gasping)

- What are you doing with my husband?

What are you doing? (shouting)

What are you doing to
my husband? (shouting)

- Now ma'am if you don't stop

I'll have to throw you in jail.

- What's the meaning of this insult?

- Ma'am he has broken one of our laws.

Number seven, insulting
an officer of the law.

Now that's $5 or one day in jail.

- That's ridiculous.

- He broke the law, not me.

I is the law.

I think I just let him sit a spell.

- No, no, here I'll pay the fine.

- Sir I cannot take no
money from no prisoners

lessen I officially charges you.

- Honey pay the man.

- Oh Jethro, Jethro what's
happening to our town?

- I sure hope it's worth it.

- Go ahead, you free.

Good day sir.

- Good day deputy.

- Yes, good day deputy.

(laughing)

- Hey you know maybe you being sheriff

ain't such a bad idea after all.

- Senor. (speaking in a foreign language)

- Hey.

(speaking in a foreign language)

Hey listen.

Hey what's wrong with you, are you crazy?

Hey.

(speaking in a foreign language)

Hey not down there.

- I think she just wants
to wash your clothes Amos

and my guess is for free.

- Hey.

(speaking in a foreign language)

Quit it.

You crazy?

- Well you look like
you're gonna be busy Amos.

I'll make this round alone.

- Hey Boss.

Hey Boss, Boss, don't leave
me here with this crazy lady.

Boss!

(hooves trotting)

- Give me a box of 4440s.

Couple of packs of that
tobacco over there.

- Morning Sheriff.

My name's Pete, I'm the blacksmith here.

That's my shop right across the street.

Please drop by if you need anything.

- Thank you, I might do that.
- Good.

- Would you like to pay for that now?

- Add a pair of 13 boots on your list.

Bill it to the mayor.

- The mayor?

(laughing)

(funky music)

- Oh.

I was just taking a nap.

- Yeah it looks like you got
your shirt washed too Amos.

(laughing)

- I think I'll look over the town.

- Don't you think you
better get dressed first?

- Oh yeah you're right.

Okay.

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- No, help!

(shushing)

- Don't move.

I ain't gonna hurt you now.

Now you be nice to me
and I'll be nice to you.

Are you scared shine?

So soft like velvet.

I got lots of power around here.

I could make it good for you around here.

How about it?

You won't regret it.

That's a girl.

That's a girl.

That's a girl.

(thumping)
(yelling)

(crying)

- Good morning gentlemen.

- Morning.

- I was just on my way to the hotel

to have some breakfast and
I would enjoy your company.

- Oh well ma'am I don't reckon

the town folk would like that.

- The town folk are too worried about Jed

and his gang to be
concerned with what I do.

- Well Amos take care of
the office, be right back.

Ma'am.

- This is crazy, who
do they think they are?

Ridiculous nonsense.

Take your filthy black
hands off me nigger.

- That black sheriff's
deputy he's gone plum crazy.

He just locked up the bank president.

- Hey what gives Amos?

- I tacked up one of our
posters in front of his bank.

He took it down.

I ordered him to put
it back and he refused

and called me a nigger.

Now he broke two laws.

I told him that would be
$30 or four days in jail.

He wouldn't pay up so there he is.

- A nigger huh?

(groaning)

So you called my deputy a nigger huh?

Well now he was just doing his duty.

That's a $20 fine or one day in jail.

- I won't pay you a cent.

When the mayor hears of
this he'll have your hide.

- Well till then we have yours.

- Hey you, what's the meaning

of this outrageous insult
to our bank resident?

- He broke two of our laws
and refused to pay the fine.

- Well I demand you release him right now.

- You don't demand nothing from us.

Now you and your yes man
just get out of my office.

- I'm not leaving here
until you release him.

Hey you can't do this, I'm the mayor.

- A $5 fine or one day in
jail for disturbing the peace.

- Alright Frank pay him
and get me out of here.

Ridiculous.

Oh pay his fine too.

- Thanks gentlemen, come again won't you?

- Hey how about getting me a doctor

to look at my feet?

- Hey I nearly forgot all about him.

I'll go see if I can find a doctor.

You seen the doc?

- He was headed out to
Miss Pruitt's place.

- Whereabouts is that?

- Go down the end of the road, turn left,

and it's the first
homestead around the bend.

(funky music)

(knocking on door)

- Sorry to trouble you Miss
Pruitt, is the doc here?

- Yes he is.

Come on in.

- Good afternoon Doc.

- What is it?

- There's a fellow up at the
jail that needs fixing up.

- What's the matter with him?

- Well seems like he got
a little foot trouble.

- You gonna be alright Miss Pruitt?

- Sure Doc.

- Yeah Doc, she's in good hands.

- I want to think so.

- Ole Doc's a worrier ain't he?

Well it's a nice place
you have here Miss Pruitt.

Guess I best be going.

- Why don't you stay a spell

and have some coffee or apple pie?

I make the best in town.

- Yes I'm sure you do.

- Look I want to apologize for yesterday.

I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

What I was really trying to say was

well I judge a man by his
deeds and not by his color.

- Well I guess I did kind of
get my spurs all riled up.

(dramatic music)

That's just to satisfy your curiosity.

- He's gonna be alright.

- So is Miss Pruitt Doc.

- I want to give you
some advice young fella.

Miss Pruitt's a very fine young lady.

She's the one pillar of
courage in this gutless town

and she's like a daughter to me

so I want to tell you something.

Just watch it.

- Uh-huh, and you don't want
her made dirty by a nigger.

Well now let me give you some advice Doc.

You just tend to sewing him up

because pretty soon you're
gonna be needed around here

and you can't do much of
that without your bag.

(fingers snapping)
- Forgot my bag again.

(dog barking)
(rooster crowing)

(funky music)

- Whoa.

- Got some dynamite from the store.

Figured I blow them out.

Town's still asleep.

- Alright you take big Joe
and go out behind the jail.

We'll wait for that
nigger out here in front.

Go on Joe.

(suspenseful funky music)

- Hey Ben.

Ben, wake up Ben.

Hey Ben.

Stand away from this wall.

I'm gonna set some dynamite to it.

(suspenseful funky music)

(explosion booming)

(yelling)
(coughing)

(guns firing)
(shouting)

(coughing)

- Get 'em Stacy.

Ah we got that nigger.

Let's get out of here.

(guns firing)
(shouting)

(hooves trotting away)

(dog barking)

- There's only one of
them niggers left now.

Let's get him.

(suspenseful funky music)

- Which one of you brave
souls want to die first huh?

You?

How about you?

Amos?

Amos?

(groaning)

Amos.

Amos.

(groaning)

- My daddy always told me that
bed would be the death of me.

I didn't think he meant it this way.

- Come on Amos.

- That was a hell of a party wasn't it?

(guns firing)
(screaming)

(laughing)

(guns firing)
(screaming)

(laughing)
(guns firing)

(screaming)
(guns firing)

(shouting in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

- Pancho! (crying)

- Here, give this to your nigger sheriff.

(crying)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- What's wrong Margarita?

- It was Jed.

They came to my house.

They took Clara Mae and
they killed my Pancho.

Pancho.

They gave me this.

- What is it?

- It's Jed, he kidnapped Clara Mae

and they killed Pancho.

- It's your fault that
they killed my Pancho.

(shouting in a foreign language)

You never should've come
here, never! (crying)

Pancho.

Pancho. (crying)

Pancho.

- Take care of her.

(dramatic music)

- Here.

It's for you.

- It's from Jed.

He wants me to meet him.

- You can't go Boss.

He's sure to kill you.

- See that Pancho's
mother is taken care of.

- They'll kill you for
what you did to his men.

- Maybe.

Maybe, not.

- Does she mean that much to you?

I don't want you to go.

I don't want you to be killed.

- If I don't go I'll be just
like the other men in this town

afraid of their own shadow.

(funky music)

(thudding)

- Do you think that nigger will be here?

- Yeah he'll show up.

He wants a little of that black stuff.

- Hey Jed Swin's back and he

brought something back with him.

(suspenseful music)

(crying)

(yelling)

- So this is the nigger
that killed my men.

(thumping)
(suspenseful music)

(thumping)
(suspenseful music)

(thwacking)

(suspenseful music)

- Hold out his hand.

Give me a gun.

(gun firing)
(screaming)

- Your death is gonna be
slow and painful nigger.

- Oh god.
(laughing)

(yelling)

- Take him and tie him to a post

and let the sun work on him for a while.

(laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

You hurry up with that water nigger gal.

(funky music)

Where's that water gal?

(funky music)

- Come on honey.

Be nice to me like you're with Jed okay?

(thumping)

- Is Boss still alive?

- Yes and he's tied to post near the shed.

- How many men they got
up there watching him?

- I could only see one.

- Give this to Boss.

- It's a lovely night.

It's too bad you're too busy to enjoy it.

- I'll be off guard in a few hours.

- Well in a few hours I'll be with Jed

and you seem to be more man than he is.

- Where is that nigger bitch?

- You better get in there,
Jed's calling for you.

(thudding)

- Park!

- Yeah?

- Come in here and keep
your eye on this gal.

I got a few words to say to the mayor.

(suspenseful music)

(funky music)

- My goodness it's warm in here.

- Yeah.

(funky music)

- Do you mind if I open the window?

- No.

- 'Cause after a while it's
really gonna get hot in here.

- Yeah.

(funky music)

(laughing)

(moaning)

- You sure is a handsome
man, really handsome.

(thudding)

- I'm sorry I didn't hit him sooner

but I got carried away watching you.

- Amos where is your shirt?

- I left it in my saddle bags.

I figured they wouldn't be
able to see me this way.

We gotta help Boss.

(groaning)

- What happened?

- You almost made it boy, almost.

Now get up, come on get up.

Go over to the door.

You tell your man to bring in Boss.

- Who?

- The nigger, boy, the nigger.

Do like I tell you.

- Hey Sunny, bring that
big nigger in the shed.

- I can't do that without Jed's orders.

- Don't argue with me, do as I say.

Jed put me in charge till
he gets back, now move!

- Come on.

- Come on help him over there.

- Where's Jed Amos?

- Jed's in town.

We gotta get you to a doctor.

- Alright.
- You got a strong back boy.

Come on get down on that floor.

On your knees, do it.

- Where are we taking him?

We can't take him to town.

The mayor's sure to tell Jed where he is.

- The only place I know is
that school teacher's house.

She's kind of sweet on him anyhow.

It's the only safe place.

Go ahead.

Here, take his gun.

What's your name boy, huh?

- Park, Park Collins.

- Do you want it?
- No, no.

- Doesn't matter.
(thumping)

(honky tonk piano music)

- You know Mayor I believe you.

I don't think you would make
a nigger sheriff of this town.

- Well like I told you Jed,

he just rode in here and took over.

Said he was looking for you.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

- Well I don't think you
gotta worry about him no more.

- No, he's sort of tied up right now.

(laughing)

- And by the way Mayor we're gonna

be leaving these parts tomorrow.

When I get back I want
that store full of supplies

because if it ain't we're
gonna take a whole lot

of pleasure in going into
every house in this town

and taking just what we want.

Know what I mean?

Mayor Griffin.

- Oh my god.

Bring him in and put him in my bed.

- Clara Mae, go get the
doctor and bring him here.

- What happened to you?

- If I know Boss it ain't half as bad

as what's gonna happen to them.

- Amos, Amos go get us some
ammo, we're gonna need it.

- Just be still, you
aren't going nay place.

- I'll get it for you Boss.

Just do like Miss Pruitt tells
you till the doc gets here.

- Amos.

- Just be still, lay down.

(knocking on door)

He must like you a lot honey,
to risk his life for you.

- I like him a lot too.

- He's gonna need a lot of
rest and a lot of caring.

- Well I guess I'll give him the rest

and she's all ready to do the caring.

Doesn't look like he's
gonna get that rest Doc.

(dramatic music)

- You're gonna leave town
soon aren't you Boss?

I don't want to see you killed.

- I ain't leaving this town
till I gets me Jed Clayton.

- When you go will you take me with you?

- No.

My kind of life just
ain't for you Clara Mae.

- You always kill for money?

- No, not always.

But sometimes I just can't help it.

- I'll go with you no matter what you do.

- You'll have to wait.

The patient's getting fixed up right now.

Want some tea?
(laughing)

- Might as well.

(horse neighing)

(thumping)

- Where's the nigger?

- He's in the shed with Park.

He told me to take him inside.

- Where is he?

- I was hit on the head first

and then the other nigger
made me go tell Sunny

to bring the big nigger inside
and then he hit me again.

That's all I remember.

- Alright, too late to follow him now,

probably gone too far.

We'll get ourselves some sleep
and we'll move out tomorrow.

Pick ourselves up a wagon
in that Mexican town.

(birds chirping)

- Clara Mae.

Clara Mae.

Where's Amos?

- Amos, Amos.

Boss wants to see you.

(groaning)

- Amos you get the ammo, the gun?

- Here Boss.

- Good.

We'll be starting after them soon.

- You won't have to.

Doc heard the boys talking in town.

Jed's due in town today
to get some supplies.

- That's good.

Get everything Amos, you know what to do.

- Okay Boss.

- Clara Mae, you go to the
cantina, stay off the street.

(funky music)

(horse whinnying)

- Whoa.

Let's stop in and have a
drink before we go to town.

(cheering)

(laughing)

(cheering)
(laughing)

- Look what I got here.

- No, take your hands of me.
(cheering)

(laughing)

- Oh I've seen this one before.

Yeah I think I want to
try me some of this again.

Come here blackie.

You come on to Jed.

Come here you black bitch.
- No.

Get off of me.

(glass shattering)

(gun firing)
(laughing)

- That'll show her.

- Let's get the hell out of here.

(suspenseful funky music)

- Jed's at the cantina and
he's killed a black girl.

They're coming into town now.

- Jed's men, they're at the cantina now.

- No Boss, wait no.

Boss no.

No Boss you can't go now.

We've got to do just like we've planned.

(suspenseful funky music)

- Whoa.

Oh it sure is quiet here.

I reckon everybody's scared to come out.

Alright load up that wagon.

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

(yelling)
(guns firing)

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

(thudding)

(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

Hey Sheriff, Sheriff you're not gonna

shoot an unarmed man are you?

(yelling)

(thumping)
(groaning)

(guns firing)

(groaning)

- That's for little Pancho.

(gun firing)
(groaning)

That's for me.

- Go ahead and kill me nigger.

- Mr. Nigger to you.

- Go to hell Mr. Nigger.

- To hell is where you're going.

This is for Clara Mae.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)
(groaning)

(gun firing)
(groaning)

(dramatic music)

Amos, don't let me die in
a white folks' town Amos.

- You ain't gonna die Boss.
- Amos.

Get me out of here Amos.

- Okay, sure Boss.

I'll get Jed's body and
put it in the wagon okay?

(dramatic music)

- I'm coming with you.

- Thanks school teacher,

but a black man's got enough problems

without having a white
woman follow him around.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

♪ Bounty hunting is his game ♪

♪ Got to get over, yeah ♪

♪ Don't back down from no fight ♪

♪ He can handle it, yeah ♪

♪ Now he's black, he's bad ♪

♪ Make love if he has the time ♪

♪ Oh he's bad, super bad ♪

♪ Got it together, yeah ♪

♪ He's so bad they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's bad, they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪

♪ He's so bad they call him Boss ♪

♪ They call him Boss, Boss Nigger ♪