Original subtitles

- I'm taking you in to stand trial

for the killing of Joe Revard.

- I don't go nowhere I don't want to go.

(carriage racing)

(gunshots)

(fast paced music)

- You a bounty hunter?

- That I am, Miss Calamity.

(upbeat music)

(whip cracks)

(chickens clucking)

(wood breaking)

- Where is he? I'm not asking politely next time.

- I don't know, honest, and even if I did,

he'd kill me if I told. Ow! Ow!

- What if I promise extra special not to tell

John Wesley Hardin that you told me, Sam.

- Look, man, I'm only his cousin, not, not his keeper.

- Could be construed otherwise, son.

Could seem like you helped John Wesley get out of

Deadwood with a murder hanging over his head.

(mysterious music)

- You wouldn't, you couldn't, them chickens is all I got.

- Talking's the only way you're going to save them

and yourself.

- Okay, okay.

I'm supposed to meet John in a little town called

Cactus Flat, but don't tell him.

That Calamity Jane, she's not so tough.

Next time I see her, I'll give her what for.

(wood splitting)

(mysterious music)

He's keeping company with a saloon gal.

Name of Laelani somethin' or another.

- Tell me again Johnny, how much you love me?

I am very beautiful, no?

The most beautiful girl you have ever met?

Johnny.

Why don't you answer?

- I got more important things to do.

- Hmm, Johnny?

- Don't ever touch my guns girl.

(knock at door)

- Uh, beggin' your pardon sir.

The man downstairs named Dixon.

- Simp, say no more. 'Bout time!

Well I'll be a monkey's uncle.

- Or just a monkey.

- Johnny, who is this woman?

Tell her to go away. I don't like the way she looks at you.

- Oh, this here is Calamity Jane.

Glad to see you again.

You still owe me a kiss from the last time we met.

- Still the sweet talk, John Wesley.

I'm taking you in to stand trial

for the killing of Joe Revard.

- Crazy Joe!

Why he called me out!

What was I supposed to do?

Plainest case of self-defense, I ever saw.

- We'll let the judge decide that.

Meantime you're coming with me back to Deadwood.

- I don't go nowhere I don't want to go.

- Law says dead or alive will do.

- Go Johnny!

(horse neighs)

- Yeehaw!

(upbeat music)

(horse neighs)

(whip cracks)

(carriage crashes)

- I don't want no trouble from you, John Wesley.

It's a long way back to Deadwood and it'll be a while before

my horse can join us.

- I ain't in no hurry.

In fact, I've been meaning to spend some

quality time with you.

- You can start by marching.

(gun cocks)

(mysterious music)

(gun cocks)

(mysterious music)

(gun fires)

- Down!

- That one had my name on it.

- Quit admiring it and move.

(gunshot)

(gun cocks)

(gunshots)

- Where are they?

- Up yonder, I can see horses.

Watch out! Friends of yours?

- In case you hadn't noticed their shooting at me too.

- How are they getting so close when we're so far away?

- Must be one of them new fangled rifles I heard about.

Got a range of over a thousand yards.

Wreckin' I might be able to hit one of 'em,

if I had a gun.

- Well you aren't gettin' one.

There's chance in the forest.

By the time it takes them to find another way down,

It'll give us a couple hours headstart, come on.

(water rippling)

- How about a rest?

We've been walking for hours, my feet hurt.

I got the bunion something fierce.

I'm beat I tell ya.

Been in this water trying to cover our tracks,

ain't no picnic.

Jane, It's too much work!

Now I'm tired and I want to stop

and I'm gonna stop and you can just shoot me if you wanna.

Cause I'm bushed and I just don't care anymore.

- I swear, John Wesley, for such a tough outlaw,

I have never heard a man whine so much like a baby.

(water splashes)

- Seems quiet enough.

Hold on.

They're following all right.

I make out two coming this way.

Catch us within the hour.

- Any idea who they are?

- Too far, but whoever it is knows

a thing or two about tracking.

- Great.

And what are we going to do now?

- Keep moving.

- That's fine, then what you going to fly us out of here?

- That's an idea.

- End of the line now ain't that a shame?

I reckon all we got left to do

is wait for them boys to catch up.

(gunshot)

- I'd say they already have.

Can't see a thing, you?

- No, must be staying far away

on account of my reputation.

Here, untie me so I can help you proper.

- And let you murder those fellows? I don't think so.

- Be reasonable. I'm the only chance we got to live.

- Looks to me like we're about to get another option.

- Howdy y'all as you can see, I'm not armed.

Names Scully, I come to talk.

- You a bounty hunter?

- That I am Miss Calamity.

Me and my partner Mr. Boehm, we come for Harden.

- Mr. Harden's got a date with justice in Deadwood.

I aim to see he makes it alive.

- Well, now the law says dead or alive

and seeing as how he's an animal,

I figured we'd save the trouble and shoot him.

- I can't abide that.

- Ma'am, I am sorely distressed to hear you speak so,

you're refusing the letter of the law.

- Not a law than just following the alphabet.

- Be that as it may Boehm's got you in his sights,

they's telescopic, so you got nowhere to go.

- Correction. Mr. Scully.

- What? You crazy!

No!

Jane, you!

- Watch your mouth.

Just hope them bounty hunters

aren't crazy enough to follow us.

(horse neighs)

- Dakota, good boy.

(gunshots)

- This ain't no way to die.

I got to go, I want it to be with a gun in my hand.

- You aren't gonna die John Wesley.

At least not without a trial.

- Ben thinking all that talk about justice,

I don't get it.

Can't eat it. Can't drank it.

And you dang sure can't take it to the bank.

Don't seem much good to me.

- No surprise.

You pull a gun like regular folks wipe their noses.

That ain't no way to act.

Justice says you got a right to a fair trial.

No matter what you've done.

Even a murder.

- I told you it wasn't no murder.

- Then why worry?

- I ain't worried.

It's just,

I ain't sticking around for no trial!

But you be sure to give them bounty hunters my best.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

(Jane whistles)

(horse neighs)

- Whoa, where are you going?

Come on you dumb horse.

Not that way!

Whoa, stop!

Durn fools!

Jane?

- That makes us even.

- I swear you is the roughest toughest,

most uncompromising woman I ever did meet.

Reckin' that's why I likes you so much.

- Hush up.

- Not for these woods,

we'd have had that Harden boy long ago.

Put a bullet or two where they'd do some good

and been on our way.

But we'll get him, it's only a matter of time.

- Time is right.

Be a while before they find out

they're chasing Dakota and not us.

- You should've killed them while you had the chance.

- Like you would have done.

- Got to take every edge you can get.

- What is it with you?

Don't you ever get tired of killing?

- Nah, can't rightly say I do.

(mysterious music)

Now, ain't this a pretty sight.

Not so much as a rock or a tree to hide under.

- We're through hiding.

You know them bounty hunters

are gonna catch up to us sooner or later.

- Sounds like you got something special in mind.

- There's a ghost town up yonder

make a good place for an ambush.

(wind blowing)

Ain't much, but it'll do.

(gunshot)

- Some ambush.

- I declare, I ain't hit diddly all day with this rifle.

This is a job for Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.

(mysterious music)

(gunshots)

(glass breaking)

(mysterious music)

(floorboards creaking)

(gunshots)

- Seems them bounty hunter's don't share

the same warm feeling for justice as you.

Speaking of warm, what do you make of that?

- Trouble.

- Come out, come out wherever you are.

- The fire will be here soon.

We need to do something fast.

- We?

- That's right.

Your finally going to get your wish.

- What makes you think I won't shoot you.

No bullets.

- Aint' gonna to be no killing that better

get that through your head right now.

John Wesley.

(Jane coughs)

- Whoa, whoa! It's Harden we want.

Where'd he get off to?

- Shows over boys drop your weapons.

- Don't shoot.

- Now put your hands up and I won't have to.

- Easy there now Mr. Harden.

I'd be much obliged if y'all curbed your violent tendencies.

Don't want no bullet in the back, you understand?

Hey, a Boehm, why don't I have no bullets in my back?

(whip cracks)

(gunshot)

- [Boehm] Ahh!

- [John] And as for you.

- [Scully] No get back, back!

- John Wesley.

- [Scully] Ah!

- Lucky his friend was there to cushion the fall.

- I know what you're thinking John Wesley.

Better think again.

Reach for that gun and all you'll get as a bullet.

No justice to that.

- You really think you can take me?

- I'm hoping we won't have to find out.

(metal door closes)

- Don't feel bad John Wesley you'll have a fair trial

and nobody can ask for better than that.

- Oh a body can ask, just won't get.

So this is what you kept me alive for?

Didn't you just once want to let them shoot me out there?

Save the law a little trouble?

- Tempting, but I keep telling you,

it's not for me to say who is guilty and who is innocent.

It's for justice to decide.

- With a little help darlin', with a little help.

(upbeat music)

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