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Ah, just in time, fellas.

Vince Black, bounty hunter.

I work for Sixkiller Enterprises this year. It's Henry Travis.

Where'd you boys get this hippie off me?

What's the beef?

Assault with intent out of San Luis.

Seems Henry here didn't want to wait around for the results of his trial.

Right.

Take him off your hands.

Claim your reward down at the station.

Oh, that's okay. Keep my card and send the check to my boss at the office. If

it's all the same to you, I got somewhere else to be. Really?

Well, they don't.

And you're right.

You do have some.

My jail.

You're under arrest.

Need no ring?

He was a cop and good at his job. But he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him but got the woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the badlands.

An outlaw hunting outlaws.

A bounty hunter.

A renegade.

Marshal Donald Dickman, please.

Catch me through.

Yeah, this is Dickman.

Say that again.

What, are you kidding?

No, no, no disrespect, Officer Grogan. It's just I've been after this guy for a

long time.

No, you keep him right there.

I'm going to be on the next flight to California.

Don't even give this guy his phone call, okay?

I'm extending federal jurisdiction.

I picked this fugitive up personally.

There is a God.

Boy, if this ain't a fine picnic.

Could be worse, you know.

Be thankful it ain't Alabama or Florida.

Folks down that way don't cut into your type too much.

What'd you do that made you such a big fish anyway?

Nothing.

Nothing. Me too.

Oh, felony nothing, misdemeanor nothing, I committed to nothing in three states.

I was framed.

Framed. That's the biggest crime in America.

Ask anybody in any jailhouse, framed.

What?

You're thinking of something.

Go ahead and spill it.

I'm thinking I wish I were dead.

No, you don't wish that.

How do you know what I wish?

Four years ago, a dirty cop sent a three -strike con to gun me down.

My fiancée was 23 years old.

She took the bullet.

You don't think sometimes I wish it had been me? I don't think any man wants to

be dead.

I guess you never heard of suicide.

Suicide? Heard of it. Seen it.

Almost got there.

But I found out something looking down the barrel of my own gun.

I found out that I wanted my life different.

I wanted it better.

But I did not want it over.

I cost a woman I love her life.

You don't know that. The hell I don't.

Now, now, now, boys.

Take it easy.

Ain't often we got a celebrity in here.

I'm thinking about getting me an agent. The man who caught Reno Ray.

Seemed like a fella in a fix like his deserves a little privacy.

You kidding?

He's a cop killer.

What he deserves is to get flushed down the world's deepest sewer.

What are you doing? What does it look like I'm doing? Get the keys. Let him

Get his keys.

Get his keys!

I don't believe this.

They forgot to lock the ignition.

You think this thing attracts enough attention?

I don't know, I know I'll just keep moving along

You say that home is where my love is at

I say that home is where I hang my hat The time has come

to sing a traveling song

Oh, the air never smells so sweet as the day you walk out of a jail cell.

You agree?

Oh, definitely.

Hey, why are you doing that?

Because I'm a bounty hunter, and you're a bounty. Yeah, but I just busted your

sorry butt out of jail. So I'll write a letter to your trial judge and beg for

clemency. Fat lot of good that'll do a cop killer for my character witness.

I told you I'm not a cop killer. Oh, yeah, I forgot you're as pure as a

snow, aren't you? And you're wanted for assault, Henry, so I can't let you go.

Now get back on board.

Unless, of course, you want to wait around for the cops from Conquest to

and discuss how you choked out their jailer.

Thank you.

You want a home and a lot of close friends.

I love the feel of my back to the wind.

The two won't match, you know, to cage the wire would be wrong.

You think love is friends, a child and a home.

You can't buy love on a 20 -year loan.

The time has come to sing a traveling song.

Well, this is nice. What are we doing? Going fishing?

No, I'm going to introduce you to my partner. He's going to take you

Your partner sell bikinis?

You know what happened to Sixkiller Enterprises?

Six what?

The office that used to be here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

This place has been here like forever.

I'm looking for a big guy, Native American. Oh, you mean Bobby.

Bobby Sixkiller.

I never knew his last name.

He's always talking about money.

That's Bobby, all right. Where is he? He hasn't been around here for a couple of

years. You're kidding.

No. He got really mean.

Him and his sister... Cheyenne?

They got in a really big fight one day.

They're screaming and yelling.

I think he hit her.

You're not lying to me now.

Long hair, earrings, fluorescent sport coat.

Yeah. Yeah, that's Bobby, all right.

What happened?

They closed the office.

I've never seen him since.

Except one time I saw Bobby on TV.

When? He was standing next to that guy that was running for mayor.

What guy, that?

That guy.

I don't believe this.

What's the matter?

Dixon can't be running for mayor.

Well, don't tell whoever wrote that story. They're going to be mighty

embarrassed.

Are we finished here?

I'm not sure.

Because we haven't eaten since last night, and I don't know about you, but

beginning to need a little sustenance.

Something strange is going on around here.

Yeah, well, can we eat while you figure out what it is?

Maybe someone tore out the pages you need. No, the pages are there, but my

friends aren't. Phillips is a common name.

Cheyenne, isn't it? And neither a thick killer.

Whoa, wait a second.

Now what are you doing, calling the cops?

Calling the ledger.

Remember this article we read this morning?

Yeah, hello.

Yeah, I want to talk to the reporter that did that front page story on Dutch

Dixon. I don't have to defend myself against charges like this.

It's an outrage.

Serve this city honestly, Andy. I think my record of service in Bay City speaks

for itself, Miss Corcoran. Oh, it speaks loud and clear, all right, about shady

deals, questionable arrests.

What an easy job you have.

You sit around, you throw garbage at me, you pray some of it's going to stick.

Let me tell you something, Miss Corcoran. It's not going to.

Talk about the disappearance of evidence and the murder of William Nutt.

Hey, you ain't going to just leave me here, right? So I don't see the show.

me somewhere with a view.

This is a press conference to discuss my election as mayor, not to dig up some

long buried bodies.

Try answering the question.

Why don't you try asking a relevant question like the drop in crime

in Bay City since my tenure as chief of police?

You were never chief.

Tell us about the increase.

in police violence and brutality suits that have been brought against your

department. Arrest and convictions.

My record speaks for itself. Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. That's

all for today.

I have a relevant question. What about... Excuse me. You're Lisa

right? Don't let her get around.

Why? You were terrific back there. You asked probing questions, you had them

back to the new corner. I got shut out. I got nothing I can print. Instead, I'm

going to be the subject of every other Rags article. So what's wrong with that?

I'm a reporter. I'm supposed to cover the story, not be the story. I'm sorry.

Look, do you recognize me?

Should I?

My name is Reno Raines.

I worked an IA thing on Dixon about four years ago.

Sorry. Wait, please.

You've done all of this investigative reporting on Dutch, and you haven't once

run across my name or picture?

I got a deadline to move.

I can give you eyewitness accounts of a whole string of Dixon's crimes. I mean,

a couple of murders, shakedowns, fixes, drug deals, you name it. If you were

with the internal affairs, why don't you just bring your story on over to that

department? Well, I have my reasons.

Fellas don't want to do this.

Don't count on it.

Miss Corcoran, Chief Dixon sent me. To persuade you to drop your lame attempts

at this expose.

Oh, yeah? If it was so lame, why does he care?

Bobby? Bobby, it's me.

Well, you know this thug? No, he's my partner.

So you're saying that you steered me into this little trap?

I don't understand.

That's Bobby Sixkiller. Get the hell out of here while you still can, pal. Now,

I don't know how you know me. How you... You're my best friend.

What happened to your office?

So like I said, partner, I don't know how you know my name, but this is just a

hint of what I can do.

So if I ever lay eyes on you again, it'll be the last time.

like you just went five rounds with a hurricane that good what happened i wish

knew i found my partner does that mean i'm going back to jail

no not right away henry everything feels wrong you

finally figured that out huh what's that supposed to mean well i don't see

what's so damn funny you got your wish reno what wish The one you made last

night, don't you remember?

You said you'd wish that you'd taken that bullet instead of your little bride

-to -be.

It's been four years since Dutch and Hogg took you out.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, I've seen that movie before.

What movie's that?

That movie where Jimmy Stewart gets to see what the world would have been like

if he hadn't been born.

Sounds good. What's it called?

It's called, I don't know if this is some elaborate practical joke, but I'm

going to get to the bottom of it.

Long title for a movie.

Good Lord, those cops in Conquest must have shot me. How do you figure?

Fear and us in the restroom under one roof.

Must have died and went to heaven.

No, you're still very much alive.

Oh.

Did you ever consider how many expressions come out of the game that

need to show me?

Like, chalk it up.

In the pocket.

Behind the eight ball?

Bad break?

Hey! We gotta talk, Tony.

Do I get the honor of knowing who we are? Oh, no, not you too. You're getting

old. So call my office and make an appointment. I never mix business with

pleasure. Hey, I'm Reno Raines, Bobby Sixkiller's partner.

Don't mention that name around me.

Sixkiller's a disgrace to the brotherhood.

What are you talking about?

He went to work for the cops. Well, not the cops exactly, but that... Gumball,

Dutch Dixon. You and I gotta sit down and have a knife -long chat.

I charge 50 bucks an hour for consultations.

Fine. Up front.

Hey, babe, that's a cute one.

So, how's our nosy little Lois Lane?

Not as scared as I'd like you to be.

Why's that?

She had help.

Some tall guy knew karate.

Took all three of us to get him down. She got away.

Listen, this road I'm on doesn't just stop at the mayor's mansion. It goes all

the way to Sacramento and then to Washington.

And the guys who are going to be on that road with me are the ones who are going

to give me results, not excuses.

Is that clear?

It's clear, sir.

Okay, so this white knight of Lisa Corcoran's, what do you know about him?

Never heard of him. Said his name was Reno.

You have a last name?

I can find out.

Six too long hair?

You know him?

Another life, maybe.

Listen, you track him down. You bring him to me.

Where can I find him?

I know where you can start.

Mount Hope, number 153.

What, are you kidding?

Oh, yeah, Bobby, you know.

I'm a big kidder.

Yeah, Bobby Sixkiller was a better than average ballet hunter.

Why don't you tell me about it?

One, the key word.

Then he starts doing odd jobs for Dutch dicks. Rough stuff off the books.

Tracking down reluctant witnesses.

Stuff like that.

That's what he was doing when I met him. I was one of Dixon's private bounties.

Then you want to know.

The story goes that one day Bobby got a little too rough with a bail skipper.

He didn't know the guy had an aneurysm.

Poor slob. Started coughing up blood.

Good God.

The cops had his car up for murder one.

And then good old Dixon steps in and gets the whole thing dropped.

Only now... He owns Sixkiller.

So you're saying Bobby is Dixon's hired thug?

Thug?

Thug is too weak a word, pal.

Killer is the word.

You had a sister, Cheyenne.

Yeah, I did.

She was some tasty piece, she was.

Was? Where is she?

I... I don't know. Maybe it was just a rumor.

What rumor?

I heard that she couldn't stand to see what was happening to her brother.

She tried to talk with him. He wouldn't listen.

So then she threatened to turn him into the law. The real law.

Did he hurt her?

That's what I heard, yeah.

He kill her?

It was worse than that.

She killed herself.

Where are you going?

This stupid charade has gone on far enough.

What charade?

Everybody, you want to see me squirm? Take a good look, okay? I'm squirming.

skin is crawling.

So everybody put away your candid cameras and come on out.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was there in 92, man.

Dixon sent Bobby after me and he caught me. And when he figured out the truth

about who he was working for, he changed sides and he partnered up with me. And

we've been after Dixon ever since.

That is a very lovely,

Fairytale? No, man.

It ain't no fairytale.

Dickson had my fiancée killed, and other people, too.

You get this straight.

Bobby Sixkiller's nobody's hitman.

Yeah, sure.

Sure. I'm just kidding.

Don't you patronize me, you little shrimp.

What do you want me to say? I disagree?

You get mad. I agree with you? You get madder. This consultation is over.

Finito. Yeah, you got that right.

Find out what you wanna know?

No.

Am I dreaming, Henry?

Well, if you are, don't ask me to pinch you. You're not my type.

This can't be a practical joke.

It's just too big for that.

It's a lot to wrap your head around, all right.

Well, if this was that movie, then who would you be?

My guardian angel?

That's gotta be a first.

Somebody calling Henry Travis an angel.

Well, then who exactly are you?

Read my rap sheet.

I'm a two -time loser.

A runaway con along for the ride.

Now, you said that this is my chance to see what the world would have been like

without me. No, I never said that. Yes, you did. No, you said that like it was

some kind of movie plot.

What I said was you got your wish and ate the bullet way back when.

Well, I know a surefire way to find out the truth.

What's that?

You're the angel.

You should know.

Maybe you ought to rethink this, son. I'm not sure it's such a good idea.

Why not?

I don't see a problem.

If I'm dead, there won't be any bounty out on me now, will there? What makes

think I'm talking about you?

Not too late to turn around.

Yeah, it is.

Excuse me.

Yes, Stu. Yes, Stu. Of course I heard you. It won't happen again.

Pickford?

Good. You can read a death plate. I'm impressed.

Don't you know who I am? What is this, an American Express commercial?

I'm Reno Raines.

So?

Well, that about sums it up. Let's get out of here. You cool your heels.

I got a bounty here.

His name is Henry Travis. He's wanted in San Luis for assault.

Here's his paper.

It worked for me.

Where do you want me to send you a check?

If it's okay, I'll just come by later and pick it up. Suit yourself.

Come on, Ansel.

I can't thank you enough.

Sorry, Henry. After everything I did for you. I said I was sorry. I don't think

you are. I think you're enjoying this.

Oh, sure.

Nobody knows who I am. All my friends are gone. But at least you're free.

Son, I'm gonna have a picnic on your grave when I get out of here. Fine.

I'll bring the beer.

Wait a minute. What'd you say? You heard me.

No, about my grave.

If I'm dead, where's my grave?

If you're such a fine detective, you figure it out.

Well, well, well, I don't believe it.

What do you want?

I heard I might find you here.

But I thought it was a joke.

I seem to recall you saying the next time we met would be the last.

I seem to recall you telling me we were good friends.

So let's be good friends.

Okay, friend.

What exactly do you want? I want to invite you to a meeting.

A meeting?

With who?

Who do you think?

Well, I gotta admit, most people would be afraid to walk with a dead man,

especially one they killed.

You said you wanted privacy.

You got it.

Now, what do you want? I want to see you burn in hell.

Well, that's very dramatic.

Well, most people would settle just to see me lose the election.

What happened to Buzzy Burrell?

Did you still have him killed after Hog Adam shot me?

Buzzy Burrell, he retired with distinction a year ago. He's in Cabo.

Hog Adam? Well, Hoggy accidentally died in a knife fight in prison.

Yeah, that's about as accidental as the sunrise.

You had him taken out.

He was a loose end.

You got a point? Make it.

If this whole crazy nightmare is true, then you murdered me, and I'm back to

make you pay.

Here's my demand.

You go public and confess my murder.

Well, here's my demand.

You go back to where you came from and don't you ever cross my path again.

Because if you do, whoever you are, I promise you, I will kill you.

Wrong, Dutch.

You can't kill the same man twice.

Is he really a dead man?

Oh, yeah.

Did you get my beer tonight?

Don't tell me you busted out again.

Didn't have to. They let me out.

I told you I'm an innocent just like you.

Maybe you ought to cash that bounty check before they stop payment on it.

you tracked me down out of the kindness of your heart just to tell me that. I

thought maybe you might be ready to talk.

Well, speaking of talking, I actually did have a conversation with Judge

and you know what? He let me go alive in one piece.

I guess he figured a ghost wouldn't hurt him.

I guess he figured wrong.

Lisa Corcoran, I need your help.

Sorry. Please.

I saved your life.

Just give me 30 seconds and hear me out.

story turns out to be, I want the exclusive, okay?

Just start explaining.

I don't think I can.

All right. You say you're Reno Raines. You're a dead ringer for the guy in all

these stories here. Yeah, but I'm alive and he's dead.

So what? You staged your own death? You buried an empty coffin?

I don't know.

You gotta know something.

You're a cop. You had bad guys against you.

Part of a witness protection thing?

Look, I smell the story. I get excited.

No, it's okay.

Look, why don't you zoom in tighter on that photo?

Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

What? If I'm dead, then she's alive.

Who's alive?

Val.

Valerie Prentiss.

Can you do a file search on her?

Get me an address.

Prentiss, we are...

Voila.

2044 via Paloma.

Do you have a roommate?

Not since college.

Hello?

Good evening.

Get out of here.

I just arrived.

I didn't have an opportunity to finish a little conversation early on today.

Oh, yes, we did. If you wanted me to lay off Dutch Dixon in print, I got the

message, okay?

Well, that's only half the reason for my little visit. The other half is about

your mystery rescuer.

Do you know where I might find him?

I'm sorry you're out of luck, because I just met him for the first time today,

and I'm sure I'm never going to meet him again.

Miss Corcoran, you're a wonderful liar.

I, on the other hand...

Now you tell me where I can find Reno Ring.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

Did you kill him? I doubt it. He's too hard -headed. I gotta go call the cops.

No. Why?

Because I owe him something.

Let's go. No, I'm not leaving this as my house until everything is sorted out.

Listen to me.

What do you think would have happened if I hadn't been here?

These people aren't playing games. They're playing for keeps.

Now's a good time for us both to get the heck out of here.

Now let's go.

All right, son.

Ain't nothing right.

That point exactly.

You're seeing what you were brought here to see. That no matter how tough or

lonely or frustrating your fugitive life is, everything is still turning out

exactly the way it's supposed to.

Is Val happy?

She looks happy.

She's happy enough.

Six killers headed for San Quentin at the graveyard.

Cheyenne's dead already.

And if Dixon wins this election, then he's headed for Washington.

Yeah.

Dad, I can... You can't do that, Reno. You can't go changing anything.

What are you afraid of?

Afraid you won't get your wing?

I told you I'm not an angel.

And it doesn't make any difference, does it?

It always makes a difference.

Not to me.

I'm a dead man.

Remember?

Nah, nah. Come on, you guys. Give it a rest. I'm not campaigning today. I'm

spending a little time with the people.

There you go.

Hope you're enjoying that.

All right, good to see you.

I think you're going to make it so easy for me.

Stay out of my way, Bob.

You're dreaming her crazy, and I don't care which one.

You're not going to pull the trigger on me.

Oh, yeah?

Is that because we're such good friends?

That's exactly why.

Shoot him!

It's as if they went right through him. Go on, go on, go!

He's not Superman!

Henry, Sixkiller's coming. Henry!

Henry, please! Hold it right there! Freeze!

You're under arrest, Travis. Come here.

What, do you want to beat it or sit here and wait until the cops get the pull on

you? Come on, let's go.

Oh, boy, it's me, Bobby.

Bobby?

Bobby Sixkiller?

No, it's Newt Gingrich. Know when you get the heck out of here?

Bobby, is this really you?

You really know me?

Well, if the cops get here... No, I don't know you. Now beat it.

Come on, beat it!

Get out of here!

Hello, gentlemen.

My name is Bobby Sixkiller. I'm a licensed bounty hunter. This is Henry

He's wanted for assault in San Luis.

It's all yours.

Oh, you guys. No, you're making a big mistake. I didn't do anything.

This is for you. Your portion of the Henry Travis bounty.

Bankroll it for me. That's the one I truly deserve.

Well, why this one more than any other time, huh?

I mean, I've seen you take some hits on the head, but you always came out okay.

Bobby, did you ever stop to think what the world would be like if you weren't

it?

No. Because, you see, there is no world unless I'm in it.

Oh, no, no.

Seriously.

Seriously.

Well, no, I...

Guess I never thought... You know what? Everything would be the same. Same.

If he weren't in the world, I'd be dead or in jail.

True.

Cheyenne Lord knows what she'd be doing.

Did Henry Travis go quietly?

No.

Bitched and screamed all the way to jail. Kept claiming he was innocent.

I think I'll go visit him.

Can't do that.

Why's that?

Well, you see, when they went to grab him for his arraignment, his cell was

empty.

You're kidding.

No. It's as if he vanished into thin air.

strange huh what

was that for i'm glad you're in my world