All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP11

Boss, they're getting blacker.

Look, you know it wasn't
my idea to let him come along.

Oh, sure, I know.

All right, go ahead and say
it, I let him come along though.

You let him come along though.

Trouble.

Nothing but trouble since
the first day out with him.

Yeah, he says he just happens to
be where things happen all the time.

Did he tell you about the time he was
in Alaska with them Russian fellows,

got attacked by all
them big white bears?

No, but nothing about
him would surprise me.

If I just knew what he was
gonna do from one minute to the...

next.

Oh, beautiful. Beautiful.

Mr. Dickson, what is going on?

"Band of Rustlers Driven
Off By Valiant Trail Men."

Just reenacted that
skirmish of last week.

Mr. Yates, help
me with the plates.

Mr. Jenks, Mr. Wilson, if you
please, lean back over here.

Lay back over
the rock. That's it.

You're dead! You're dead!

Mr. Jenks, here, please.

Now, you point your gun right
here at Mr. Favor, who will be right...

If you please,
Mr. Favor. Right here.

Now, down. Now, you see,
you've just killed Wilson.

He's pointing his gun at you,

and you're in the process of
turning around to return his fire.

- Mr. Dickson...
- Oh, scowl! Scowl!

Scowl just like that! The desperados
have jumped the herd at sunup.

Maybe you're even
wounded. Ooh, that's good.

Wishbone, that'll be
good. You're wounded.

Mr. Dickson, when I
agreed to take you on,

I did not agree to this.

What in the world is that?

Just flour gravy, that's all.

Mr. Dickson says it looks
like real blood in the picture.

Maybe he could be choking me
and he could use me like a shield.

Mushy, please, thank you
very much. No, thank you.

Oh, yeah, this is splendid.

I beg your pardon.

Now, here we go.

But, Mr. Dickson...

Mushy, will you get
out of the picture?

Are you ready, Mr. Favor?

Oh, I'm ready.

I'm ready to choke somebody.

- Rowdy!
- No! No, crouch down.

Make yourself as small
a target as possible.

You see, he's got
his gun sights on you.

Mr. Dickson, of course you
realize this is a pretty silly situation

for the picture of a trail boss.

He is supposed to take care of the
herd some of the time, you know?

Mr. Favor, this is just a
representative picture.

I've got to take a little poetic
license in order to get a true picture.

Now please... Oh, here. Here, your
gun. You're shooting your gun at him.

Now, angry. I want...

I want you very angry. He's
got his gun sights on you.

No! No!

No, look at him.
He's trying to kill you.

All right! All right!

Oh, that's good.

All right, everybody ready now.

Everybody ready.

There you are.

Thank you. Thank you.

Easy now. Everybody ready.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Splendid.

Splendid.

Boy, you sure looked
dramatic. Heh-heh.

All right, all right.

"Fearless Trail Boss Fights
Off Overwhelming Odds."

That's likely what he'll
call it, don't you think?

What I'd like to
see is where Mushy

stumps him over
the head with that...

Quince! QUINCE: Yes, sir.

Just who is out with the herd?

Oh, well, we were
sort of... I was just, uh...

I can take it then that every man jack
of the outfit has been here on his back.

Well, the herd's in good
feed just over that slope.

Oh.

You know, their grass is
knee-high, they're not moving a hoof.

And, uh, we were just getting
ready to leave. Wilson, Jenks.

You know, there are times when
I really don't think you are for real.

Leaving the herd
alone like that?

Now, you knew I'd have to ask you to
draw your pay for a dumb trick like that.

After all the time we have
spent on the trail together,

you would think that you would
have grown a little brain by now.

Mr. Favor, I promised the
boys I'd take full responsibility.

All right, all right. Rowdy, get some
of these simpletons out on night watch.

Quince didn't wanna come
back to camp, I made him.

I wanna get the crowd. Make enough
men to make it look good, you know.

We'd have waited for you,
but the light was going so fast.

All right. I said,
all right, didn't I?

Wishbone, are we ever
gonna get any supper tonight?

Mr. Favor, wouldn't
it have looked better

if you'd been choking
me while shooting Jenks?

Mushy, you heard what he
said. Now, get the fire started.

No?

Mm. Mm.

What we call developing

is almost as important
as taking the picture.

You take one of my glass plates,
dip it in a mixture of acetic acid,

sodium sulfite and collodion.

You keep it submerged for
just the right amount of time,

pull it out carefully,

and you've got yourself whatever
it is you aimed your camera at.

The number 22... Eh?

Ah.

That does it.

Uh, Mushy, the
fire is almost out,

and Mr. Favor's
screaming for the coffee.

Wait a minute, Mr. Rowdy.

Right now, Mushy.

Now, Wishbone, if, uh, you'll kindly
fix a little breakfast maybe, huh?

Mr. Dickson, did you ever
get a picture of bellyaching?

That's all I ever
get around here.

Bellyache if you do and
bellyache if you don't.

Breakfast, quick, please.

Ah, must be a lot of trouble
hauling all this gear around, huh?

Tell me, Mr. Dickson, uh,

have you taken any
pictures of famous people?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I mean, like this fella Mathew
Brady used to do during the war.

Yeah, like Mat Brady, or "assistant,"
I think you'll find the credits read.

Assistant? You
don't mean the...?

I mean, he had a lot of help.

He had Tim O'Sullivan
and he had Levin Handy

and he had a fella named Taylor Dickson,
if you don't mind my being a little modest.

How'd it feel just
being an assistant?

There's nothing wrong with that.

As long as you respect
the man you're assisting.

Mat Brady was a great man.

"Was," I keep saying
"was," he's still working.

Guess I can't bear to think
of him in that studio back east,

taking poses of these
elderly millionaires.

You know, heroic poses,
gazing off into the distance,

like Cortes or somebody,
looking at the Pacific.

Of course, his
eyesight's almost gone.

I don't suppose
he's got much choice.

But I got a choice.

I intend to do what he'd do.

To catch truth...

so you can taste it.

Well, I guess you
know what you want.

Still, I don't see how you're gonna get
it chasing around a bunch of ugly cows.

You never know, Mr. Yates.

You never know.

I sure wish he'd get a
picture of how silly you look.

You want to do
what, Mr. Dickson?

- If it's too much trouble...
- No, no, no.

You stay right there,
please. Please, don't move.

I'll be right back.

Rowdy!

Rowdy.

He wants to do what?

That's right.

He wants to take some photographs
of an Indian medicine dance.

He says there's a small
encampment of Shoshones

over by Devil's Box Canyon.

Uh, someone sold him
the information in Laredo.

Heh. Yeah, but it's been ten
days since we were in Laredo.

- And even if they were there...
- I know, I know.

But if they're not there,
that's not our problem, is it?

Yeah, well, boss, I
mean, you know...

I realize he's a pain, but after all,
sending him out there by himself...

That's the beauty of it.
We're not sending him.

- We're not?
- You're escorting him.

I'm...

Oh, no. Why me?

Because he asked for
you personally as a guide.

Look, I was there, I was
there right next to you,

right at your side when
you made that arrangement.

You know I can't go
back on my word, then.

Now, Mr. Hagen caught me
flatfooted right there in the office.

He said, "Mr. Favor,
do me a little favor."

That dumb laugh of his.

And then you said, "Well,
how can I refuse, Mr. Hagen?

I mean, after all, you own
every pound of beef on this drive."

- Yeah.
- Mr. Hagen looked you dead in the eye.

And he said, "Please take
this Eastern fella on the drive."

- Yeah.
- Well, he was talking to you, not me.

He meant for you to
take care of him, not me.

So go ahead, you take him
on to Devil's Box Canyon.

I'll take the herd.

If you don't wanna have
a sensible discussion,

if you want this to degenerate into a
stupid dumb argument, all right then.

From the trail boss to his hired
hand ramrod, this is an order.

You are taking
him, and that's it.

Now, it should take you about
three days to get there and back.

We'll meet up with you
at, uh, Bear River Crossing.

Well, I hope the
Shoshones are friendlies.

With him, it wouldn't
make much difference.

Oh, come on, now,
look at it this way.

This is sort of a
little vacation for you.

Yeah, you'll be getting out of
this storm and into the fresh air.

Oh, my gosh, I'd
almost like to go myself.

Yeah, almost.

Take a look at that one.

That's Major Rathbone
and his fiancée.

Rathbone?

He and his fiancée were in
the box when Lincoln was shot.

He lunged at Booth,
got a knife in his side.

No kidding.

- Hey, what's this one?
- Downtown New York City.

Fulton Street and Broadway.

Yeah, look at all
those tall buildings.

What's this one here with
the letters on the front?

- M-U-S...?
- Oh, museum.

P.T. Barnum's Museum.

You wouldn't believe
what they got inside there.

- Now, look at that one.
- Oh, boy.

Must be the Queen of England.

The Duchess of Kent.

Here's the duke.

He looks old enough
to be her grandfather.

He'd never consented to
be photographed before.

I got $100 for that picture.

You persuaded him?

The duchess persuaded him.

I persuaded the duchess.

Uh, looks like the
clouds are clearing up.

Over there looks like a
good place to make camp.

Look, isn't that Devil's Box
Canyon up ahead there?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, come on, we got
plenty of time before dark.

Let's push on.

Mr. Dickson, the Shoshones
might be friendlies,

but I don't know how they'd
take to it, us coming up in the dark.

Mr. Yates, we got nothing to
fear from the Shoshones. Ha!

Whoa. Whoa.

I hope you didn't pay too
much money for that information

that the Shoshones are
supposed to be camped here.

What's that?

Ah, there's no game around here.

I'd venture to say there
isn't an Indian for 50 miles.

I'm not too sure of that.

What do you say we get
out and have a look around?

Come on. You see, Mr. Dickson,

Indians don't like this
country any better than we do.

We seem to be
the first ones here.

First what?

Oh, you don't understand, we've
got nothing to do with the law.

Now, please, if you'll
just let me explain.

There ain't no explaining
gonna get you out of here, mister.

Cherokee Jack sent me.

He told me to give you this.

He told me all about the
Devil's Box Canyon here.

He told me about
this dried-up mine.

And he said to tell you
that you could trust me.

He's lying.

Cherokee's dead.

But he didn't die in the robbery
like you thought. They hung him.

Four days later, right
after I got that picture.

He wanted me to
give you the picture.

He told me to tell you
to give his cut to his wife.

Uh, heh, he also said

to tell you that he'd have the devil
keep room for all of you boys. Heh.

Look, uh, I don't, uh, have
anything to do with this.

Uh, I was just supposed
to drop him off here.

My name is Taylor
Dickson, gentlemen.

This is my assistant, Mr. Yates.

He's a little, uh... Heh.

But he's a good assistant.

You take the dummy, Clell.
I'll take care of this man.

Hold up there.

Uh, I assure you, Mr. Maddox,
you are Kale Maddox,

Jack told me that you
engineered the robbery.

I'm Maddox.

Of course, of course, he
told me all about all of you.

Clell Miller, Daws, Poet, Emmett,
Jordan, and Blackpowder Charley Pierce?

By the way he described
him, I know I'd recognize...

Charley, Charley's
here, all right.

He just, uh... He ain't
moving around too good.

Oh. Oh, of course, of course.

I was so afraid I'd be late,
I wouldn't get here in time.

Jack told me that you'd probably ride over
half the territory to throw off the law.

And then you'd come here for the split, and
to stay out of sight for a little while.

Look, uh, what do I have to do
to get you men to listen to me?

See, I don't know anything
about this. I'm a cattleman,

drover, Rowdy Yates is the name.

I don't know anything about any
robberies or hideouts, or stuff like that.

I'm just supposed to drop this
man off here as a favor to Mr. Favor.

You see, Mr. Favor was doing
this as a favor to Mr. Hagen,

who is the owner of the herd...

He'd have written
to you, you know.

But you all know that
Jack couldn't write.

Oh, when he learned
he was going to hang,

there was just nobody he
could turn, nobody he could trust.

He trusted me.

What was you in jail for?

Robbery, stagecoach attempt.

No!

We were not in jail at all.

As I was saying,

I came here for the same reason
I went to see Cherokee Jack.

I intend to take
pictures of you all.

You don't understand.

No, I wanna do this
for history and posterity.

Gentlemen, you
owe it to yourselves.

Cherokee Jack told me all
about his valiant comrades.

That robbery, that should be
remembered for a hundred years.

But will it?

I doubt it. Why?

May I have your attention?
Just a minute here.

I have some posters
of the robbery.

All the latest details, the rewards,
the descriptions, all this kind of thing.

Here you are. The sketches.

Now, I ask you,

can anyone identify any one of you
men from these ridiculous drawings?

That's why I'm here.

I wanna tell the
world about you all.

Clell Miller.

I was surprised when Jack
told me you were in on this.

You're supposed to be up
north with the James boys.

Daws, everybody knows that you
load your cartridges with dynamite,

but I wanna know why. Why?

Willie Bob Jordan, the Apache Nation
has posted a reward for your scalp.

How many of your
tribe did you kill?

Emmett, Emmett?

Emmett who? Emmett what?

Nobody knows your last
name or anything about you,

except a posse of eight

who went after you in
Oklahoma, never came back.

Poet Dan Benson,

who quotes the titans of literature
as he shoots down his victims.

My words bring the light.

I send them on to glory
before the grace leaves them.

You see.

And Kale Maddox,

probably the most daring outlaw
leader in the annals of the Great West.

But who knows it?

It's Wild Bill Hickok that gets his
name in the 10-cent story books.

- Hickok?
- Hickok.

And Jesse James
and Billy the Kid.

Clell Miller, you tell them why.

Have you ever known
Jesse James to be shy

about getting his name or
picture in the newspapers?

- Well...
- No! Nor Wyatt Earp, nor Bat Masterson.

They're the ones that'll be
remembered. Not Emmett. Not Jordan.

I chased Masterson out of Ellsworth,
he was dealing seconds in a poker game.

Wes Hardin,

Bill Longley, ho, they say that they've
killed over 30 men apiece. Ho-ho!

But they're the heroes of Texas.

I reckon I've got eight,
not counting drifters.

These are vain considerations.

It was Mr. Shakespeare's
Falstaff who cried:

I prithee trouble me
no more with vanity.

Surely God will not hear vanity.

Job 35:13.

I've helped many
souls into his kingdom.

Ten.

Maybe 12, I'd allow.

Oh?

Well, uh, here is
where I must work.

Here among the
real men of the West.

Gentlemen, please.

If you'll only allow me
to record your pictures

and the annals of your
unparalleled deeds.

Whatever happens to my assistant
and myself afterwards is of no importance.

Well, uh,

seeing as how Cherokee Jack
sent you, I, uh... I guess, uh...

That was a fine
portrait of old Jack, Kale.

Oh, thank you, Emmett.

It don't matter
none to me, Kale.

Like as not, they
won't do no hurt.

All right.

If there ain't
nobody against it...

Gentlemen, you'll never
regret this. You'll never... Ooh.

Get the equipment... Uh...

Mr. Yates, get the equipment
ready. Right away, quick, please.

Uh, could we all step outside?
It's like night in here, gentlemen.

Hurry, hurry, Mr. Yates.
Outside if you please, right now.

We're gonna get some wonderful
pictures. We'll make some history.

Kale.

Put thine own
house in order first.

Well, hurry it up, Mr. Yates.
We've got an hour of light.

What do you mean, what happens to
you and your assistant doesn't matter?

- Get the equipment out quickly.
- I ain't your assistant, not by any long shot.

Mr. Yates, if you're
not my assistant,

perhaps you'd like to explain to
these gentlemen just who you really are.

Ah, there, gentlemen, just
in time for an excellent group.

- Right there, if you please.
- No, just leave that stuff be.

We got more important
things to tend to tonight.

More important. Oh, the money?

Yes, of course. The split,
dividing up the money.

Oh, I'll get a lot
of pictures of that.

We said not tonight, Dickson.

Why don't you get bedded down?
There'll be time enough in the morning.

Yeah, that's a good idea. If it's
all right, we'll just take the wagon.

No, we'll take
care of the wagon.

You two get bedded
down right up there

so we can keep an eye on you.

Jordan, take their wagon,
hide it with the horses.

- You two just take what you need.
- Take what we need?

We need the whole
wagon. Now, men...

We'll take care of them
pictures of yours in the morning.

But, Mr. Maddox...

Clell.

You see to it they take
only what they need.

Stay with them for now.

Yeah, after the split.

I'll watch your share, Clell.

Dickson, do you realize
what you got us into?

I should hope so. The greatest
situation a man could ever dream of,

- with the pictures I'll get.
- Pictures?

Don't you realize we'll never
get the pictures out of this hole?

Oh, nonsense.

The same vanity that asks
the pictures to be taken,

will demand that I circulate
them in the outside world.

You know, you've been
too long with the cows.

You're a bright young man,

you just don't
understand people.

Maybe so, but
even if you're right,

you think they're gonna want me
on the outside circulating around,

knowing about this place?

Mr. Yates, I can't clutter
my mind with incidentals now.

Incidentals?

No accidents, you understand?

No stories about your gun falling on a
rock and going off and killing somebody.

No accidents.

I don't do accidents.

I wish you wouldn't be so glum.

If you knew what this
opportunity means to me...

All I see is an opportunity
to get killed quick.

Oh...

You still don't
think that, do you?

Well, I admit things looked a
little delicate there for a minute,

but it's fine now.

They're being more
cooperative than Mr. Favor.

How could anybody be more
cooperative than Mr. Favor?

Anyway, they got more
important things to think about.

Like splitting up that money,
then they'll take care of us.

Oh, nonsense.

I'll have my pictures,

and we'll be out of here on our way
back to the herd by noon tomorrow.

Dickson, I'm not
gonna argue with you.

But I'm gonna get out of here
by dawn. That's our only chance.

What?

If we can get two horses...

Mr. Yates...

I came here to get
pictures of these men.

I intend to get those pictures.

Don't!

Don't ever do it, you'll let the
light in! You'll ruin the plate!

I'm sorry. DICKSON: Oh...

I was just wondering
what you was up to.

I'm up to my elbows
in silver nitrate solution.

That's what I'm
up... Oh, look at that.

That's what you make
them photographs out of?

Yes.

I seen them photographs
of President Lincoln.

Who's the fella that made them?
- I don't know.

What I mean is, he didn't have no
contraption in the president's office.

No, but he had some kind of contraption
nearby where he could, uh, you know...

You dip these, you
see, in this solution,

um, and then you shake it off and
you let it dry a little bit. You put it...

Here, I'll show you. Hold this
up to the light. You can, uh...

Yes, just hold it in your hand, you
can see where the, uh... Oh, uh...

You see, what happens,
you put the solution on it,

and you put it in the camera.

Now you look
through. Look through.

Go right ahead.
Look right on through.

Yes, I'll take the lens cap off,

and I'll let a certain amount
of light come through...

Yeah. DICKSON: You
see now what happens?

Uh...

All the light comes through and
it sort of marks the plate and...

Oh, would you like to see
the negative of Cherokee Jack?

- I have it right here. Yes, your old friend.
- Yeah.

There you are.

You see?

- That's him, all right.
- Yes.

You was there, all
right, wasn't you?

Big as life.

Quick, Mr. Miller. Uh,
grab my lens, please.

- Lens?
- Right there, the big box.

- Right there, bring it along! Hurry!
- This?

Yeah, but what...?

Hold it, boys. Hold your fire.

Hold it!

Well, let's get on
with the picture taking.

You get your machine set up
there, and we'll look proper for you.

Yeah.

Kale, there's something
you ought to know.

Get out of the way
and let him work.

What do you mean, there's
something I ought to know?

Where's the other one?

Where's your assistant?

- Who?
- Where is he?

Uh... Oh, Mr. Yates.

Uh, yes, yes. Well, uh, he's...

He's right here.

He's late as usual.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dickson, I left the
flash equipment up at the wagon.

Would you mind coming and
giving me a little help here?

It's very difficult to get a
good assistant nowadays.

Gentlemen, could you line
up, please? In a straight line.

Right out about
here, if you will.

I'll take some of your
individual pictures later on.

That's... That's it.

Thank you very, very much.

Oh. Oh, that's... That's
gonna be very good.

Put the plate in,
that's right, Mr. Yates.

And please don't be late again.

All right, all right,
stand up straight now.

All right, now, here we go, here we
go. Take a deep breath now, all right.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it!

Lovely, lovely.

- Dickson.
- Is the water clear?

- Of course it's clear.
- Pour me a beaker, please.

Look, I wanna talk to you.

- I want your attention, Dickson.
- Yeah, I'm listening.

You're listening?

The thing that hurts is that
there's no truth here at all.

Might as well have lined them up
behind those wooden cutouts at a carnival.

They don't look like themselves.
I don't know who they look like.

Dickson, look at me.

I'm listening to you.
Look here, look at Jordan.

He ran the Yellow
Sky Kid into Mexico.

You know what he
looks like there? A butler!

Listen, I'm gonna get me a gun,

and I'm gonna blow
both of your kneecaps off,

and then I'm gonna
break both of your arms,

and then I might even hurt you.

That's right.

Now, I wanna tell you something.

I don't like you, and I don't
like your lousy photographs.

I don't like the stink of
that smelly developing fluid.

And least of all, I
don't like these outlaws.

I was away from here,
free and clear as a bird,

but I came back. I heard a shot
and thought you were in trouble.

That was about the
biggest mistake of my life.

Because I thought I had a responsibility
for a human being in trouble.

Well, I'm leaving now.
Understand? And I ain't coming back.

Mr. Yates, no.

If this bunch of wild men take you apart
piece by piece, well, that's just too bad.

From now on, you're on your own.

Where you going?

Oh, I was just going
down to get some water.

Takes a lot of water
to develop pictures.

Most people seem to think
it's just a flash, an explosion.

Let me tell you something...

You done already told
me more than I wanna hear.

What were you gonna
fetch the water in?

- Sit down.
- Right.

Hi, Mr. Maddox. Nice
to have you up here.

Me and my assistant
were just talking about you.

Yeah, I don't wanna
bother you none,

but, uh, I just got to thinking that, uh,
these pictures would be ready to look at...

Yes... Oh, no, no. Oh! Oh!
Don't touch. Don't touch.

Mr. Dickson, don't you think I ought
to go down and get some more water

so you can develop the other
pictures you want to develop?

- Yes.
- Sit down.

Right.

Well, now,

them's real fine.

That one there of me and Blackpowder
Charley turned out real good.

I'll have to send one
of them to my sister.

She was always
real sweet on Charley.

Oh...

That Poet's an
ugly one, ain't he?

Lord have mercy, he's ugly.

Say, I'd sure appreciate an
extra copy of that one there

when you make your prints.
- Mm-hm.

I think I look real
dignified in that, don't you?

Yeah.

You look just like a
Philadelphia lawyer.

My ma wanted me to be a lawyer.

Closest I ever come
was shooting a judge.

You know something, Dickson?

I like you.

So I reckon I'd better
be getting you out of here.

Tomorrow, me and Jordan
will ride a ways with you.

Oh, great, great. We
can be packed in a minute.

Sit down!

Right.

No, no, no, I can't go tomorrow.

I've got more pictures to take.

You got fine
pictures, ain't you?

Well, yeah. Yes,
they're very good.

But I need more information
about you and your men.

No, no, no, there ain't
no use staying around...

Your exploits.

I've got to make that name of
Kale Maddox mean something.

I wanna put you right up there
alongside the worst outlaws in the West.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I can give you
all that tonight. Ahem.

Let's see, I got my
start back in, uh...

That's fine. That's
wonderful. Very good.

But I've got to know
more about your men.

You know, the mark of a great leader
is the caliber of the men he commands.

Yeah. Well, uh...

You see, it's, uh... It's just Daws
and some of the boys, they...

They ain't too keen on
me letting you go at all.

So if you're gonna be
underfoot much longer, well, uh...

Mr. Maddox, you trust me.

I know I can trust you. I only
need about two more days.

I know you can handle those men.

Well, you go ahead
on and talk to the boys.

I'll keep them in line.

Thank you.

Uh...

You really figure I'm gonna
be up there? With the worst?

With the very scum.

You say you never use
firearms of any kind?

Not that you'd need to, the
way you handle those knives.

I was a young'un,

12, I reckon, when
I stole my first thing.

It was a shotgun.

I used it to rob
the general store.

Storekeeper went for
a pistol and I killed him.

The shotgun blew up in my face.

Left me with this.

I ain't never used a gun since.

How long you been
with Kale Maddox?

Nigh onto four years.

Why do you stay with him?

Because he's just
about the best there is.

Oh?

The best there is?

The best there is, huh?

Well, I reckon some would not allow
as how that was the strict truth of it.

You'd say Wes Hardin is faster?

Wes is fast,

but you wouldn't
have to look that far.

What do you think,
Clell? How about Jesse?

Jesse's fast as a snake
and hits what he's aiming at.

But I ain't seen nobody
faster than Daws here.

Jordan says that you use
dynamite in your cartridges

just to scare the opposition.

Maybe Jordan better
not try to find out.

Daws says it gives
more hitting power.

Oh, Blackpowder Charley Pierce
says it just makes more noise.

Seems that he's killed more men
with his knives than Daws has with his...

He's a liar!

And I ain't even counting
drifters. Tell him, Poet!

Speak ye every man
the truth to his neighbor.

Zachariah 8:16.

Aside from your humble servant,

I know no man in this canyon who
can lay claim greater than our friend,

Richard Horatio Daws, Jr.

You can take the
Poet's word for that.

Well, I naturally assumed that
Kale Maddox, being the leader...

Kale's the leader as
long as we say he is.

Well...

Mm-hm.

Well...

I guess that's
enough now for today.

I wanna thank you
very much, gentlemen.

Oh, dear, dear.

Well, bye-bye.

You was off yonder all morning
with Kale and them others.

Yes. Well?

Appears as how you took most of your
picture-taking aimed at that bunch too.

Well, you know how Kale Maddox is,
he's always pushing himself forward.

I'm lonesome since
my monkey died

Hi there, Mr. Yates.

Dickson, look, why don't we just take
the pictures we have and get out of here?

Have you seen Kale Maddox?

I haven't seen
anybody since sunup.

I haven't moved
from this one spot.

Last time I tried to do it,
that crazy Poet came along.

Book of rhymes in one hand
and a six-gun in the other.

Look, why can't we just take our
pictures at dawn, then get out of here?

- That's if they'll let us...
- And waste my last plates

on a bunch of posturing clowns?

If you run out
there with a camera,

they'll run like rabbits to
climb into their costumes.

I intend to catch
them as themselves.

Oh, that's wonderful.

You'll get real pictures as
they're shooting us down, right?

Not exactly, Mr. Yates. Ahem.

Good evening, Mr. Maddox.
Beautiful evening, isn't it?

You know, Mr. Maddox,
I've been thinking.

You remember, of
course, the problems

Julius Caesar had with
certain of his lieutenants.

I recall one evening, Brutus
walking along the forum,

met several generals discussing
the crossing of the Rubicon...

Hey, wake up.

- Listen.
- Huh?

I don't hear anything.

That's just it. No
target practice.

Yeah. Every morning,
according to Maddox.

You talked to him yesterday.

Did he mention anything
about letting us go today?

Get the equipment ready.

Equipment? What
are you talking about?

Maddox said we could go,
but Daws has got other ideas.

Come on, move.

Yesterday, you
didn't want me around.

You were stirring them
up against each other?

Yeah. I wanna see
some anger in their eyes.

A little glint of hate.

Mr. Yates, when
they strike their poses,

I wanna see them as their
victims see them. Real pictures.

You're gonna be doing
something that means something.

Instead of pushing steers all your life just
so somebody can have steak for breakfast.

History's being made.
You're gonna be part of it.

I'm not so sure I wanna be.

I didn't hear any shooting...

We was to divvy up for
Cherokee Jack this morning.

Looks like Daws got
his mind set against it.

- Well, I, uh...
- You better get that machine

out of the way.
There's apt to be tr...

I thought we'd get pictures
before we rode out this morning.

Better save that
picture-taking, Dickson.

Me and the boys got
business to tend to.

I don't see no pokes.

Me and Jordan and Charley
done already got our thousand up.

We've been talking it over.

Me and Dan and Emmett and Clell.

There's four of us.

We got you out-voted.

We're not gonna pony
up for Jack's old woman.

Well, now,

looks like we got us a problem.

Dickson, I don't know if this
is a good idea, you know?

Shh, shh.

- Those faces, wonderful faces.
- Yeah.

Here we go. Here
we go. That's it.

You backing this play, Poet?

A feast is made for laughter,
and wine maketh merry;

but money answereth all things.

You boys think a thousand
dollars is worth all this?

If you don't want no part of
this, Jordan, just step back.

You too, Charley.

You're sweating, Daws.

I reckon it just come to you.

You boys ain't likely to be around
to spend that extra thousand.

All right, gentlemen,
here's the idea.

I'm gonna take a general view,
what I call my grand design.

Uh, after that, I'll move in to
individual poses, you understand?

Dickson, you better
get out of the way.

You too, Yates.

Keep that going, picture-taker.

I reckon a picture of the man that gets
Kale Maddox ought to be worth something.

Oh, that's what's
in your craw, ain't it?

Them fancy bullets of yours
ain't gonna do you no good

if you can't get
them out of your gun.

Oh, yes. Good, good,
good. This is history.

Come, Mr. Yates, to the
task. The plates, please.

Just any time you're ready now.

Ah, very good.

Dickson, uh...

- Quick. Quick.
- Dickson, please.

Jordan, take the Poet. Charley,
Emmett. I'll take care of what's left.

Gentlemen, when I say,
"Hold your positions,"

I want you to hold them now.

I want you to strike
your pose and hold it.

Oh, Mr. Maddox, that anger,
yes, that's wonderful. Wonderful.

Now, hold that. Strike your
poses and hold your positions!

Hold it. Hold it. No,
please, stop walking forward!

I've got... I'm
exposing the film.

I've got to have
your cooperation...

It's happening!

Mr. Yates!

Well, look at it this way, Dickson,
you got pictures of the gang,

maybe not the pictures
you wanted, but still...

Who'd believe that
these fancy dude pictures

were the deadliest
killers in the West?

Well, we're bringing back
part of the money they stole.

They'll find the rest when they look over
the cave. That ought to convince them.

Documented proof is what I need.

Pictures, that's...

Look.

- They're headed for the mine!
- Oh, maybe not.

Of course they are.

If Maddox and his gang knew of
this hideout, certainly others would!

That tall fella
looked like a killer!

Two of them look like
Frank and Jesse James!

- You don't even have any slides left.
- I can arrange to meet them later!

- Turn the wagon around!
- Turn the wagon?

Yeah, yeah, quick. History's...

Ha!

Head them up!

Move them out!