All language subtitles for Bite The Bullet (Western 1975) Gene Hackman, Candice Bergen & James Coburn (BR)

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Heard your paper was running
an honest race.

You heard right, Mr. Gebhardt.

Well, who in hell handicapped
this owlhead as a favorite?

- The smart money.
- That's what we come to get.

Deal.

Whoa, boy, whoa.

She's all finished, boy.

Yeah, she's all finished.

Must be the dude from London.

How's he gonna win
a 700-mile race...

sitting on a postage stamp?

- He won't win.
- Wonderful journey, wonderful.

Miss Jones?
Reporter for the Western Press.

You the one who said
I wouldn't show up?

In this case,
I'm pleased to be wrong.

In that case,
pleased to meet you.

Don't never touch me.

Never.

Morning. How much?

Civil War? The South?

These days medals from losers
is worth nothing.

No offense, mister.
Giddyap.

Three's bet.

Jack.

Two fifty.

Call it.

Two pair.

You drew to an inside straight?

- Ridiculous.
- I think it's rather sporting.

I hope your horse
doesn't run as lucky.

My horse is the luckiest horse
in the West...

but he never plays cards for money.

We've had more than 60 letters to the
editor asking why a woman's in the race.

Written by men?

Mostly women. They figure
you must have a special reason.

Two thousand reasons.

How about you, Mr. Carbo?

Can your horse stand up
against thoroughbreds?

My bronc only has to be
half as good as them hotbloods...

'cause I'm twice as good
as these old-bloods.

I've never been committed to defeat
quite so tactfully.

This race'll be won
by a horse, not a mouth.

Won by a bronco.

No thoroughbred has the speed,
wind or bottom of a mustang...

not for 700 miles...
and that includes your Arabian.

Five thousand dollars...
my horse against the field.

- Even money?
- How much?

- Three thousand.
- I'll cover the rest.

There's plenty more
if you're game.

One game at a time, Mr. Parker.

Where is this
great horse of his anyway?

Coming aboard next stop.

- Good to have you with us.
- Thank you.

- Where the hell is my horse?
- Mr. Parker, meet...

- You... you see my horse?
- Was she here?

- Supposed to be.
- Was I supposed to see her?

You can't miss her. She's got
"champion" written all over her.

Oh, I see.
That explains everything.

I don't read.

Hold your damn horses!

We're running late.

You're not leaving
without my horse.

- You know the rules, Mr. Parker.
- The hell with your rules.

Afternoon.

Can you spare some milk
for a hungry orphan?

There you are.

He don't know anything
but his ma's tit.

You like horses?

You got one of your own?

You want one?

You got one then.

Don't I gotta pay something?

Don't ever treat him bad.

You're in the big time...

I'm in the shithouse.

- Out.
- For what?

- Hustling.
- That's a crime? They're all hustlers.

They work for me.
You don't. That makes it a crime.

Ride him, cowboy!

Ride him, cowboy, ride him!

Whiskey for me
and beer for my horse.

Hey, Sam, how you doing?

A cowboy always tends
to his horse first.

- Telegraph Chicago.
- You're covered.

15,000 at seven-to-five.
12,000 in Kansas City, even money.

- Call off all bets.
- Can't be done, baby. It's play or pay.

- Get through to my son.
- On his way, Mr. Parker.

He'll be here before dark.

Parker, your father left
about an hour ago.

- What about Tripoli? He show yet?
- No, sir.

Stupid... $40,000 bet on a missing horse
in the hands of a damn fool.

Two important regulations.

- Rule one.
- Win!

Rule one: Each horse must carry
no less than 160 pounds...

including rider, saddle and extras.

Rule two.

You'll be issued a compass
and a map...

for every leg of the race.

On it, you'll find
the safest route.

You don't have to take it.

You do have to make
every checkpoint.

Miss one, you're disqualified...
out of the race.

Any questions?

Jump off time:
6:00 in the morning.

Hey, British!

- Drink to the winner.
- Thank you.

I haven't really
won the race yet, however...

Damn fine shooting, sir.

The best, right?

If you say so.

What do you say, pop?

Never saw a man yet could
hold his liquor like a bottle.

Hey, you, what's your name?

What do you say?

You're pretty good
calling a poker hand.

You care to call this hand?

You gonna pass?

Nobody wants to play.

Yo, Tex, fetch a jackass.

- Anybody killed?
- Just the quart.

You done right.

A boy looking for a reputation is
the most dangerous thing alive.

It certainly wasn't
worth dying for.

What is?

Even if you do it,
what's it gonna prove?

Proves I can do it.
That's what it proves.

- You old devil!
- All right!

That your jackass?

- Well, it ain't your business!
- You never heard of Sam Clayton...

champion of dumb animals,
ladies in distress...

Lost kids and lost causes?

- How you been?
- Fine, till you come along.

- You want it sudden? Palm Sunday!
- Drag it out.

Matthew, chapter five, verse 44.

- Just like old times.
- Yeah.

You start trouble,
and I start bleeding.

- Get up, damn it!
- Palm Sunday's over.

Hurts, don't it?

Something personal?

My eyes ain't as good as his.
I might miss, and then you'd be dead...

and I'd be out of the race
for abusing a dumb animal.

Bad for you, worse for me.

Okay, pop.

You look like a man of property.

Well, when I shook you,
my luck changed.

- Big things?
- New things.

- Easy living?
- Right.

- Who wants easy living?
- I do.

You... you're fired.

Your job was to get J B's horse
on that train.

That was your job.

Much obliged.

You gave all the others
a 70-mile advantage!

She was handled real easy,
Mr. Parker.

Perfect condition.

Then she'll win.

If she could have won before today,
she'll still win.

Except for one thing.

- Me.
- And me.

Me too.

You'll need moving money.

Who said I'm moving?

Staying takes even more money.

I've got a month's pay coming.

A hot bath costs five dollars.

I guess I just won't bathe.

Takes $15 just to get drunk.

I'm gonna stay sober.

Thirty dollars
for an all-night woman.

Seventy miles in six hours, eh?

Could he go 100 miles
every day for a week?

That might be enough
to win this race.

I came 5,000 miles to try it.

- Why?
- To beat the best.

Mister, you must be
either rich or crazy.

A little of both, I'm afraid.

I came 3,000 miles
for the Kentucky Derby...

another 2,000 to see
Joe Gans box "Battling" Nelson.

Forty-two fantastic rounds...
it was bloody marvelous!

You know who won?

I'm not interested.

Not interested in who won?

That's not only unbelievable...

it's positively un-American.

What does interest you?

Right now?
Just a job.

What did Parker pay you...
$50 a month, 60?

You win this race,
and you'll get three years' pay.

What's the horse get out of it...

colic, cracked bones?

Mister, you ever see a horse run himself
dead just to please the man on his back?

And what for...
get his picture in the paper?

- For glory?
- Some men live for it.

Horse don't give a damn
who wins a race.

Me neither.

In the interest of the West's
greatest horse, the bronco...

and myself who grows them,
I'm putting up an extra $1,000...

to the bronco rider who wins!

Matthews...

I'd like a chance to win back
some of my dad's money.

I figured you would.

- Well, how do you like the joint?
- It ain't Kansas City.

Would you believe so many chumps
in the middle of"Nowhere, USA"?

- Like shooting fish in a barrel.
- Nice, fat sucker fish.

All you need is
the right bait, Rosie.

Well, it takes more than
a deck of cards and a pair of knockers.

Horse race pulled them in.

This crowd...
their hustle's the fast buck.

- What's yours?
- Same.

And if you don't win...

which you won't...

I'll lend you the 2,000.
You can work it off in Kansas City.

Bang, bang, you're in the chips.

At $20 a bang,
out of which you get half...

that's one hell of a lot
of banging.

It's a hell of a lot easier on your ass
than 700 miles in a saddle.

The money's for Steve.

He won't care how you got it.

How many times
have you been married?

Eleven... ten without a preacher
or license.

Well, did you love any of them?

Oh, all of them...
every one of them...

the good and the bad.

It's a shame to waste
all that prime beef...

on a guy serving
three-to-five in a prison.

You two keep in touch?

He's kind of a lousy letter writer.

- Lousy bank robber too.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You have anything for a toothache?

Latest thing in miracles...

heroin.

One of these painkillers
with a chaser of whiskey...

four hours of joyhouse.

Have you tried
this heroin yourself?

Mister, I tried everything
except confession.

- Even God wouldn't believe it.
- Hey, miss? Beer.

I'd forgotten how good
a bad woman feels.

Oh, flattery and money
will get you anything.

Two of the best
for two of the best.

Truly wonderment.

- Whiskey.
- Here. Have a little touch.

- You drink with greasers?
- Only senoritas.

My grandpa was Mexican.

I bathed that old man
every day till he died.

It's a funny thing though.
I never did find a greasy spot on him.

- Pure Mex ain't bad.
- Breed... you can smell it.

Well, that must be
why I can't smell it.

I'm half Cherokee.

I'm a squaw man myself.

Anybody pays gets drinks.
Anybody don't like it, throw them out.

Mr. Matthews.

Business.

Hey, miss.

I'll miss your company.

Ninth and final entry,
Clayton riding a coldblood.

Attention!
For all contestants...

everything is on the house...

except booze, betting and bawds.

What else is there?

You got a problem.

We both can't win.

No, that's not the problem.

The problem is,
I can't afford to lose.

Who won the Gans-Nelson fight?

Gans, on a foul in the 42nd round.

He was the greatest fighter
I ever saw in my life...

black or white.

Won me $300 which I ran into $2000...
most of it old Parker's money.

- Anyway...
- You know...

you know I'm un-American?

What's that?

Well, I don't know exactly.

Except if you're not the best...

or the first, or the greatest...

if you don't win...

then you're not American.

Which brings us to the problem.

You know, I didn't even know
Joe Gans was a black man?

I just bet everything on this race.

I got seven-to-one.

You bet
two goddamn thousand dollars?

- On yourself?
- Well, who else?

Well, that's not so serious.

All you've got to do is beat
J B Parker's champion horse...

and J B Parker's champion rider
and J B Parker's champion disposition.

- That's all.
- You know that ain't all.

My bet says no other rider
in the race will beat mine.

That's in writing,
and that's a problem.

Miss.

Well, you got nothing to worry about.

Well, you admit that you can
outdrink...

outfight, outshoot, out jump...

out luck, outride any man
born of woman, don't you?

Except you.
I never said I could outride you.

Do we eat now or after?

- Just so it's not during.
- Class.

For a natural-born loser,
you certainly got lots of class.

You just be at that finish line
with that $16,000.

He expects to win.

You saying this race is fixed?

All I know is, no matter what the game...
cards, craps, racing, boxing, whatever...

if you can bet on it,
it can be fixed.

Can be.
And that's all I know.

Well, all I know is,
I'm winning this race...

so don't crowd me.

Mister?
How do you like it, mister?

Without conversation.

Come on now.

Don't forget my gear.
Get all the tables.

Don't forget the booze.
Strip the joint.

Hey, get a horse!

Maybe that'll save
a couple miles.

Is he all right?

Splendid!

Fine.

Oh, my old boy,
what did I do to you?

That was damn stupid of me,
wasn't it?

A little over eight hours.

They ought to be strung out
from here...

to about here.

How far we come?

Oh, about halfway, I think.

- Halfway?
- To the first checkpoint.

The father of your father...

he was truly a Mexicano?

But you are simpatico.

I had a toothache once.

I've had it.
Good luck!

So long!
Good luck!

What happened to
the miracle painkiller?

He took six pills in one hour
instead of one every four hours.

Killed the pain, all right,
but he almost died.

I made him throw up the pills...

and now his toothache is back.

- Can you get a dentist on that thing?
- Even if he could, which he can't...

and the dentist comes, which he won't,
by the time he gets here we'll be gone.

The nearest town's 100 miles
in any direction.

He wants it pulled.

- Who by?
- By us.

- He's crazy.
- He's got a lot of faith.

That proves he's crazy.

Checking out.

Christie just rode out.

So did I.

Hold this, will you?

Tooth's chipped.

Well, that nerve is opened.

Cover the tooth
and the pulling can wait.

- What about the poison?
- That goes first.

Do I cut it from the inside
or from the outside?

I'll do it.

What caliber's that tooth?

Bullet size.
Use the casing to cover the tooth.

- Smaller.
- Smaller. Okay.

Checking out.

Crank out a round for me,
will ya?

After you doctor him up...

suppose he goes out and wins...
then what do you say?

I'd have to say
you're out $2,000.

Checking out!

You're losing time.

Right.

You won't think it's unsporting?

Aw, hell, racing for money
ain't sport. It's war.

This liniment's gonna burn for a week.

Put a little right there.

Careful of my vitals.

Seems you're not too worried
about this race.

Yeah, seems like it.

You know, missing that train
like you did yesterday...

that's just not like
your kind of man.

- You must've had a good reason.
- Yeah, must've had.

Well, I don't give a damn
about the reason. I was out of hand.

- I just wanted you to know that.
- What's on your mind, Mr. Parker?

I want you to come back
on our team.

You'll get a bonus and a raise.

Deal?

Just take the rest of the week off
with pay.

How about it?

I'll look you up
after the race, Mr. Parker.

Bite.

Thanks.

- Get any sleep?
- Not much.

- They gone?
- Yeah.

- Long?
- Three, four hours.

We'll catch them before dark.

Drop it.

Hog-tie her.

Turn around.

Morning, neighbor.

- Fixing to stay?
- No, just passing through.

Then you ain't my neighbor.

- Been here long?
- Ever since I come.

Your trail... where does it go?

Ain't going nowhere
that I know of. Always been there.

Well, how far is it to town?

Don't know.
Never measured it.

Well, you don't seem to know much.

I say, you don't seem to know much.

Mister, I don't know
a damn thing about nothing...

but I ain't the one who's lost.

Much obliged.

Jesus!

He is generous today.

Ah, one of us went a normal way.

Hold him, damn it!

Muzzle that stump-sucking bastard!

I ought to bust your ass wide open,
you lousy whore!

Shut up, goddamn it!

You ain't nothing
but a lousy crib-alley whore!

Get back that rope.

Don't say it.

Don't! What he said don't bother me.
Now, quit!

Nothing to do with you.

I know you can pull this over here...

but how in the hell
do I pull you over there?

Good evening.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.

Miss Jones.

And how was the shorter road?

Longer.

I'll go have a look.

Watch the sport.

Miss Jones...

gonna need a blanket.

He's crazy.

He's gotta be crazy.

Is that so?

He tried to kill me.

Well, he couldn't
have tried very hard.

Son of a bitch tried to kill me!

Now...

why don't you tell me
the story of your life.

Just skip everything
but the last few minutes.

What the hell you doing down here?

By God, I'm shivering.

Is it busted?

What's busted is my pump.

How do you know?

Army doc couple of years back.

He said when that pain hits your arm,
that's the alarm bell.

When it hits your pump right after...

that's it.

Can you make it to the checkpoint?

Come on. It's only
a couple hours easy ride.

- Let's try it.
- All right. Come on.

Hold on.

You certainly have a knack
of provoking a man to violence.

- All I said was that she was...
- It must've been the way you said it.

- Like an insult.
- Hell, yeah.

When a woman does it for money...

A man always gets
the best of the bargain.

Before you take her to bed,
she's a thing of beauty.

In bed, an angel of mercy.

And afterwards, she's a...

Whore.

A pillow of peace.

A whore.

That's what Clay married...

in the war... Cuba, '98.

She's the only woman Clay ever loved.

How about you?

I was never that lucky.

Let go.
I don't want them to know.

I ain't run out my string yet.

Evening. Thank you.

Hey, old man.
Thought for sure you'd cashed it in.

Not till I'm back in Oklahoma.

I'd rather be in hell than Oklahoma.

Every man to his own country.

Thanks.

Why didn't you take the barge across?
Against your religion or something?

You know Injun ponies.

Said if he couldn't go on a canoe,
he'd rather swim.

- Well, I'll save you some supper.
- That's good.

I want it served
by one of them nice ladies...

wearing nothing but a big smile.

Done.

Thanks.

Why?

Why would a sick old man like you
get tangled up in all this?

Why in the name of sweet Jesus?

What is so important about
this gut-twisting, back-busting...

man-killing goddamn race?

- The money?
- The prize.

- The prize is the money.
- The prize is winning.

Lose, you're nothing.

Who remembers a loser,
or even cares?

Win, you're somebody.

What you done, it's printed.
It's in the newspaper.

And when it's printed,
it ain't brag... it's real.

Suddenly, everybody knows you,
or wants to.

Strangers shaking your hand.

"Pleased to know you.
Have a drink.

Have a cigar.
Meet the wife."

Everybody's friendly and welcome.

And I got a lifetime hunger
for being welcome.

No family?

Him.

You know saddle tramps.
They sign on...

drive the beef a thousand miles,
make your mark...

draw your pay
and move on to the next ranch.

Another roundup, another drive.

Hired, fired and move on.

Well, it never bothered me none.

No, me neither
when I was 30 years lighter.

Ever prospected?

Ever hit pay dirt?

I've dug for gold, silver...

lead, mercury.

I've dug more holes
than a whole regiment of gophers.

Ain't never dug out
a decent day's wage yet.

God, what ain't I tried?

Pony Express rider...

Overland Stage driver...

lawman, gambler...

river man, rancher...

rodeo hand...

barman, spittoon man...

old man.

Nothing much to remember.

Of course, ain't nothing much
to forget neither.

Nobody's got much use for an old man.

Can't blame 'em much.

That's why I'm gonna win me
this here newspaper race.

When I cross that finish line...

I get to be a big man.

Top man.

A man to remember.

I didn't even know your name, mister.

A couple miles out from here...

47 miles of desert.

Nothing but sand...
an ocean of it.

By night, cold.

Hostile, but easier going.

By day, a blazing hellhole.

Halfway across...

water stop... the only one.

Miss that water, you're in trouble.

If you're lucky, eight hours
in the devil's own frying pan.

Railroad.
We'll wait here till noon.

Time.

- Can you beat the desert before sunup?
- Nope.

Well, how does it shape up?

- Tight.
- You're not worried?

Who by? An old man?

A girl? A punk kid?
Where's the class?

Kids and old men don't respect class.

And don't sell the girl short.

If she ever cut that brute
of hers loose...

- Why would she hold back?
- Probably too green to know better.

But the Mexican's not,
and he's tough.

Anytime we can't beat a Mexican...

Horseshit.
And that stubborn Englishman...

He'll never keep up the lick.

Tell that to him.
I lose him, I look around...

he's biting my ass.

Sand dunes will finish him.

The tougher it gets,
the better he likes it.

The same goes for Matthews.

What he hasn't got in horse
he makes up for in brass.

Cuts every corner,
takes a lot of chances...

and he's lucky.

That cowboy you fired...

- So far, he's showed nothing.
- So far, maybe he ain't tried.

His bronc's a real stayer.
Tough hide.

He's got the heart.
Cowboy's got the know-how.

He's the sleeper...
the one to beat.

We'll beat him.

News.

We're big news everywhere.

Chicago:
"Adding $250 to purse...

and will headline winner
in my Wild West show.

Signed: Buffalo Bill Cody."

Hey, wasn't he
the fastest gun in the West?

Only in bed, kiddo.

London: "To Sir Harry Norfolk."
Our Englishman.

"Up the British.
Signed: Prince of Wales."

Invitations to the winner
from Rome, Paris, Moscow.

All expenses paid.
And get this.

From the president
of the United States himself.

"To all the intrepid contestants:
'Bully for you.'

To the two Rough Riders,
Clayton and Matthews...

who served with me in Cuba:

'Remember San Juan Hill.
Charge, boys, charge."'

- Look him over, fast!
- What happened to the old man?

He's dead. Get moving!
I'm going out.

- This horse is running a temperature.
- It's nothing that'll bother him.

Come on!

I'll be fine.

Come on!

Son of a bitch.

I'm gonna catch me
that champion cock.

Yes, sir. I'm gonna catch him
before this day is done.

Salt.

Could I ask you something?

Your wife...

where is she?

I was wondering how you met.

I worked for Rosie...
off and on about a year.

I guess that don't surprise you none.

The only thing that surprises me
is the people some people marry.

Because she was a whore?

A Cuban.

Paula was a Cuban Insurrecto.

Guerillas fighting the Spanish,
just like we was.

That's where we met...
on the battlefield.

That was our wedding bed...

till that day.

We came out of the jungle,
and there it was... San Juan Hill.

Spanish guns
looking right down our throat...

and the sharpshooters
picking us off.

We just charged right up that hill.

That's not the way it happened at all.

It wasn't anything like it was in
San Antone, where we did our training.

That's where I ran into Luke...

and a lot of other men
from every other country...

that wanted to be Rough Riders.

Bakers and barbers and
congressmen, cattlemen...

ballplayers, farmers...

reporters...

cowboys.

No, we didn't
rough-ride up that hill...

'cause we didn't have any horses.

We didn't charge up there either.

We crawled up there
on our scared bellies.

There was only one horse
and one rider.

That was Colonel Teddy.

He went charging up that damn hill.

They shot his glasses off,
and he put on another pair.

They nicked him in the elbow.
He said, "Follow me!"

And we did...

'cause we was
too damn ashamed not to.

After the Hill came the church.

There was a French.75 out front...

and every window had a rifle
sticking out of it...

and there was a Gatlin gun
in the bell tower.

We could've called the artillery boys
in to blow it to pieces, but...

outside along the walls...

they'd tied all these people up,
and they'd roped 'em together...

hog-tied 'em.

Looked like a bunch of sandbags.

Women and children...

nuns and prisoners and...

my Paula among them.

Neither me nor Luke
nor anybody else knew what to do.

Inside the church,
they knew what to do.

They opened up on us,
and we fell back.

All of a sudden,
I heard Paula scream out...

Then a Spanish bullet.

Then the rest of the women,
they took up the cry...

"Attack, Cubans, attack!"

Her own band of guerillas
led the way.

The people some people marry.

I wasn't worth her spit.

Bury him.

What with?

Your goddamn hands.

See he does it.

You see to it.

What he said...
is it that important?

Must be.
He said it twice.

It was Gans in the 42nd round!

Anyway, he's walking in
from a couple miles back.

Didn't want me to carry
the extra weight.

Said it wasn't sporting.

- Hey, kid.
- Yes, sir.

- I'm gonna lay a chore on you.
- Yes, sir.

Take the old-timer's horse there.

We got a problem with those prisoners.
They're all maximum security.

Our plan still holds.

Look for this mark...

on the left front hoof.

No horse passes through
without this mark.

List of riders.

To you, this race is worth
$2,000, $3,000.

To me, it's worth 14,000.

Now...

say it's you and me in front
coming down the stretch.

You got the picture?

You hold back.
Make it look good, of course.

I win. I collect my bet,
turn the prize money over to you...

nobody gets hurt
except old Parker...

who's out $14,000,
which is only justice.

Yeah, you're right.

I could never do that
to my best friend.

Only friend.

- So we split 50-50. Deal?
- No deal.

You want more than me?

What I want is...

Name it.

What I'm gonna do
is win this race.

That is the greediest...

most selfish thing that...

Do you realize
you're betraying a friend?

If it ain't by a friend...

it ain't betrayal.

Thank you.

Got it.

Not hungry?

Miss?

I'm sorry about
all those things I said.

All this hardware...

I ain't never been in a gunfight.

Killing a man
don't prove you're a man.

I ain't never been a cowboy either
like I said.

I know.

I've been around a lot of cowhands...

one way or another.

A cowboy dresses
from the top down.

The first thing on is his hat...

and he undresses from his boots up.

The last thing off... hat.

Another thing.
To be a cow puncher...

that don't mean you actually gotta
go around punching them, you know.

Yes, ma'am.

Laudanum.

Supposed to make you sexy sleepy.

Well, I've got no such problems.

I gotta get me some sleep.
I can't sleep.

Guilty conscience.

Why? 'Cause I won't throw the race?

Nothing so hard on a man as virtue.

How could you know?

According to the gospel
of old Luke Matthews...

virtue is its own punishment.

You might say
this is our last supper.

Beyond that next mountain,
it's all downhill to the finish line.

And you, Mr. Norfolk...
will you be with us at the finish?

I wouldn't miss it.

To the West!

Awesome, but inspiring.

What the hell's inspiring
about a flash flood or a blizzard...

or a landslide or sandstorm...

or a dust storm or...

any sudden disaster,
personal or financial?

Today, the desert broiled you raw.

Tomorrow, the mountain
will freeze you stiff.

That's your West...
vile, treacherous.

Where every prairie dog hole
is a gold mine...

every molehill is a mountain,
every creek is a river...

and everybody you meet is a liar.

"When you call me that,
smile, stranger."

Ah, yes, The Virginian.
Owen Wister.

Another liar.

For a family who don't know
a jackass from a mule...

you sure know a lot about the West.

We don't have to know about it.
We own it.

Bastards! You poisoned him!

Wait. Wait. Miss Rosie...

Who paid you?

- Him?
- Nobody.

Bitch! Where'd you get this?

A couple days ago for me...
for when I can't sleep.

Neither could he. Ask him!

She's right!

It's just supposed to
make you sleepy, that's all.

You mix it with booze...

and you get one hell
of a Mickey Finn!

See ya.

You bet your ass.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Name?
- Jones.

Stretch.

Face down.

Kate, the rifle.

What about those two?
Just where the hell do they fit in?

I need them,
and they're coming with us.

How?

- Name?
- Matthews.

You're not taking his horse!

His and two more.
That's the plan.

The plan was us, nobody else!

You and me out of here
on my horse!

Will you
for Christ's sakes shut up?

Dirty business.

You never think maybe
to win this damn race?

They hurt you?

I have seen many bullets.

Too many.

But this one...

Truly, did you ever know a bullet...

that is good for the health?

The key, the key!

Get on the horse.

Let's go. Come on.

How do you start it, how do you
make it go, and how do you stop it?

Take your hand off the clutch!

- I'd like to go with them.
- This horse stays here.

That makes it a one-horse race.

That's not the kind of race
I wanted to win.

Set a reasonable time for them
to get back with their horses.

If they get back.

If he gets into those woods...

Hey, kid!

The horse!

Miss Jones.

The people some people marry.

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