All language subtitles for Bad Company (1972)_Eng

Whoa!

One to the right,
one to the left.

Get him over there!

Hey! Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Take it easy. We're going
to make a man out of you.

Whoa!

One man around the back.

Your boy was supposed to report
for conscription this morning.

Him and about 10 others
never showed up.

It isn't right. This
family has done its part.

We lost our eldest
at Chickamauga.

Sergeant, look here. This
is all that's left of him.

Hasn't this family
sacrificed enough?

Well, I'm sorry
about that, ma'am,

but the law don't say
nothing except every

able-bodied man has
got to join up.

I just have to do my job.

He isn't here. I swear it.

Can't find hide nor
hair of him, Sergeant.

Davis!

All right. Search the barn.

And don't forget the privy.

You know, if I find him, ma'am,
he just goes into the army.

But if somebody
else catches him,

they're liable to hang
that boy of yours.

Stay put and don't
move till I tell you.

They may decide to come
back and look some more.

Young man: Ma? Hmm?

Can you see if they got
Fred Chennelworth?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Drew.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. They're gone.

Now... we ain't got
any time to waste.

The minute you hit Saint Joe,

you go right to the land office
and book on the first wagon train

bound for Virginia City.

Once you're out of the
union, there ain't no

way they can get you
in that damned army.

Now here. This is $100. It's as much
as I could draw out of the bank.

Joe...
I don't need all that.

You just take it, and you
write regular, hear?

You keep in touch. And once
this blasted thing is over,

why, we'll see you then.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess I better
go saddle up dinah.

Oh, give me this.
What a mess.

You don't know
the first thing

about packing, do you?

I don't know what
you're going to do

without your poor mother to...

Ma.

Now, Drew, when you
get to a town,

you seek out the
methodist church

and you ask the preacher

where you can find a
good, cheap meal.

Most likely, he'll
direct you.

Methodists, we know our food.

That's your father.

Good-bye, son. Bye, Ma.

Wait. Take this.

And don't ever forget
your precious brother.

Don't ever forget him.

September 30, 1863.

Arrived in Saint
Joseph, Missouri,

after an uneventful trip.

I have found clean lodgings
in a respectable hotel,

and will now book passage on
a wagon train going west,

where I hope to
flourish in my career.

The sun is shining today,

and it seems to be
a suitable sign

for my high expectations.

Uh, Excuse me, sir.

Is this line all for
the wagon train?

Thank you.

Morning. Hey, you. Who, me?

You new in town? Yes, I am.

What you running from?
Running?

I was watching you when them recruiting
boys gave you the once-over.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Hey, don't worry.

I'm in the same boat and I don't
blame you at all. Oh, yeah?

Not that I'm running
from the sign-up boys.

I done a year with
them, miserable souls.

I locked horns with this sergeant.
Big tubby bastard named Egan.

Time and time again, he had me pulling
these shit-sweeping details, you know.

So one fine day, i
broke his nose.

I been running from him ever since.
Sergeant Egan, honest Abe,

the whole kit and caboodle of 'em.
Well, if you'll excuse me...

Where you headed?
Virginia City.

You're going to be a silver baron, huh?
Yeah, yeah.

How you plan on getting there?
Wagon train.

Not unless you stick
around for six months.

That's how long the
waiting list is.

Don't expect them army
boys are going to

give you the nod
politely every morning.

What about the stagecoach?

It's worse. Riverboats, they're all
plugged up on account of the war.

Those things cost money.
You got that kind of money?

All I mean is you
better be careful,

'cause this here town is
the armpit of America.

A man will rob you blind as
soon as look at you here.

You don't know
where I could find

a Methodist church, do you?

Why... why, yes, sir, I do.

As a matter of fact,
I know a shortcut

that will take you there
in about five minutes.

Oh. You a Methodist yourself?

Uh, no, not exactly.

Right here, right here.

Ow!

Here, stop that. Stop
that this minute.

Get off of him.
You big bully.

Poor baby. There, there.

Eighty-five cents.
That's something.

Who is it? Drew Dixon,
ma'am, from Ohio.

What happened to you?

Well, I been hit over the
head and robbed, ma'am.

I bet it was the
same as robbed me.

I don't know what's
become of this town.

Come on in, son.
Parson clum's home is always open

to the Christian traveler.

Thank you, ma'am.

All right. I got $10 and change.
What about the rest of you?

Oh, I'm clean, Jake.
Loney's got all of it.

I swear, you're about the
biggest tattletale I ever saw.

Two dollars and some cents.

And that's all.

Simms?

I got two dollars
and, uh, no cents.

Just like you, Simms.

Just put it in the pile.

Hey, Jake, I been
thinking a bit.

Maybe now's not the best
time to hit the trail.

You know, with the
bad weather coming.

If it was up to you,
we would be talking

till we was all gray
and six feet under.

I say we go now. Ain't
that right, Jake?

Wrong, you little pissant. How far
we going to get on $10 and change?

Got to go out and get us some more ante.
Here, let me see that.

Simms: Reverend and Mrs. R.
Clum, Curbin Street.

Well, now. Won't she be happy
to get her purse back.

I'm thinking about $2 worth.

There.

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, you just make yourself to home
while I take the reverend his lunch

over to the church.

When I come back, we'll fix
you up a good, hot meal.

I won't be but a few minutes.

Get back here! Get back here!

Give me back my boot.

Ahh! Give me my boot!

Ahh!

All right. Now give
me back my money.

You son of a bitch!

Ahh!

Let go!

Now just hold on.
I want to talk.

Now listen to me!

I want to talk to you.

Listen to me!

Ahh! Ow! All right,
all right, all right!

Let go, let go, let go!
I'll give it back.

Ahh!

I'm bleeding.
Probably poisoned.

You just give me
back my darn money.

Now... let's you and
me have a talk.

You liar!

Goddamn, boy, you're
going to wear me out.

I said, let's talk!

No!

You may not look like much,

but you're a real tiger, ain't you?
My money!

I never heard anyone carry on so
much about a couple of damn dollars.

Listen!

Now, listen.

You got about as much chance getting
on a wagon train as a dead nigger.

You stick around here, the
army is going to get you.

You can't go it alone. There's outlaws
and injuns and all them things.

Now... there's safety in
numbers, if you heard of that.

It just so happens I'm
heading west myself.

Me and some others
handpicked for gumption...

Which you got.

So, unless you're
dumber than I think,

you'll throw in with us.

What?

Well, just 'cause we started on the
wrong foot, that don't mean nothing.

Mrs. Clum: Drew? Drew!

Well.

Wait!

Goddamn! I feel like I'm running
barefoot in horseshit! Come on!

You ain't got much
choice, now, do you?

That lady's going to have the whole
town after you with tar and feathers.

Where's your stuff?
Delesseps Hotel.

You're paying $2 a night for
the right to sleep? Yeah.

You got a lot to learn, and I'm going
to give you your first lesson.

You're pulling the drummer's
farewell... what's that?

Out the back window, pard.

Hey, come on!

Keep up!

All right. Now, give
me back my money.

What? The money
you stole off me.

Didn't I give that back to you?
No.

How much was that again?

$7.85.

I could have swore it
was more like five.

Mm-mmm. It doesn't matter.
We'll call it seven even.

One, two, three.

And how much was that hotel room?
Two dollars, right?

Four... Five... Six.

One dollar for me, and we're even.
How do you figure that?

Well, that's fair, ain't it?

I saved you two
dollars back there.

I keep one, and you're
still a dollar ahead.

Boy, you're lucky you
fell in with us.

Yes, sir, we're
going to have us

some high old times. Living off
the land, hunting and fishing.

That's our racket, you
know, living off the land.

Call me a chink. I didn't
even introduce myself to ya.

Jake Rumsey. Pennsylvania bred and born.
Drew Dixon.

Pleased to meet you, Drew.

Hey, boys! I want you to set
your eyes on Drew Dixon here.

I got him to throw
in with us.

Drew here is raised by the ragtail and
the bobtail. Ain't that right, Drew?

Well, that's about as near
to the truth, I suppose...

Drew here is dodging the
Army of The Potomac.

Don't take on. We got to lay
our cards out on the table,

if you've heard of that.

Them two boys there are the Logan
brothers. That's Jim Bob and Loney.

They're running
from the same.

Oh. Is that right?

Hell, we had the
whole militia

of the state of Illinois
chasing our tail.

When are you going to stop
flapping your jaw, damn it?

Howdy, Dixon.

And this here is
Arthur Simms.

He's on the long, long
road from his pa.

Pleased to know you.

Here you go, junior. Wet
your whistle on this.

That piece of peckerwood
sittin' there is

Boog Bookin. He barely
got off the tit.

Drew: How old are you, Boog?
Eleven.

No, he's ten.

Cut it out,
shit-toad bastard!

How did you do on
that lady's purse?

Well, the ways of the lord
are strange, ain't they?

- Meaning what?
- Meaning that it just didn't pan out.

Well, what the hell are
we going to do now?

We got about enough left
for beans and coffee.

There's no rest
for the wicked.

We just go out and
get us some more.

Come here a minute.

Don't preach me no
more damn sermons!

Just hold your horses.

Now, lookee here. You bring in this
new boy don't none of us know.

I mean, how do we
know he's worth spit?

You take my word for it. That
don't mean nothing to me.

What do you want
him to do, Loney,

shoot a hole through
a $5 gold piece?

We need more money.
Let's see this tiger

of yours go out and get it.

I mean, that's
fair, ain't it?

September 30, 1863.

My plans have
changed somewhat.

I have fallen in with
some rough types,

but it seems to be the only
way to get to the west,

where I can find my fortune
and make my parents proud.

I resolve never to
do a dishonest act,

nor take part in any thieving,
robbing, or false undertaking.

I will always keep to the straight
and narrow, so help me, God.

It is still a sunny day.

What the hell
happened to you?

Boys, just don't go near
that hardware store.

It's nearly hell.
What happened?

Well, I edged on in there,

and I seen where
they kept the money.

There wasn't a soul around
and I reached in the till.

Pretty as you please,
there's $12.

And all of a
sudden, this big galoot

come charging at me with a knife
about a foot long. See what he did?

Did you shoot him? No,
I didn't shoot him.

I didn't want to pull a crowd, now,
did I? I broke my hand, though.

Well, I knocked him out cold,

then I went about my
business, and here I am.

What'd I tell you. Isn't
this boy a wildcat!

Nice going. I'm hungry.

Well, you deserve it.
Sit on down.

Come on! Let's get that chow!

My favorite kind of
dinner... dessert.

All right.

Slow down, Boog.
You'll live longer.

The first piece here
is for old Drew,

'cause he took most
of the chances.

Next piece is for me.

$25. That's going
to do us just fine.

Simms, give me that list
you made out, will you?

Now, Drew, when you
go back into town

to get your horse, i
want you to pick up

these items that I've
written out here.

See if you can Jew 'em down
on the price a little.

Hey, you know, this
is mighty good.

Boys, this time
tomorrow, we're going

to be out on our
high and lonesome.

Being your leader, I say
we ought to set down

some rules and regulations
before we go,

meaning who's going
to take what watch.

Watch? What are
we watching for?

Injuns, mostly.

You told me there were no
hostile injuns anywhere near.

As sure as I'm sitting
here, you told me that.

We met in Jefferson City,
and you says "come along,"

and I says "is there injuns?"
And you said "hell, no."

I mean, he said "hell, no."
He told you that? Old Jake?

He must have had his fingers
crossed behind his back,

'cause we're going
to be crossing the

hunting ground for the
oto, and the Osage,

and the Cherokee, and the
Pawnee and the Arapaho.

You're just joshing, ain't you, Loney?
Come on. I wish you wouldn't.

Yeah, and you know,
them savages,

they could catch a white man
on their hunting ground.

You know the Arapaho?
They're the nicest bunch.

You know what they do when
they catch a white man? No.

First they cut your pecker and your
balls off. Then they feed it to you.

Then they kill you. Drew. Drew,
they're lying, ain't they?

Now you know that ain't so.
Would you tell 'em?

Drew: Arthur, a man's got
to have courage to spare

before he goes striking
off in the wilderness

to face the dangers and
perils that might befall us.

I mean, I ain't building
myself up, you understand,

but you take me and that mad
dog at the hardware store.

Now, if I hadn't had the foresight
to sense he was behind me,

and the courage
to face up... ahh!

What are you...
What are you doing?

Yah!

You're going to get it!

I'm going to get you!

Come on!

I'll get him for you.

I'll get him, Jim Bob.

I think you killed him.

You did kill him.

Damn it!

All right, Boog.

Oh, come on, Jake. It
ain't time yet. Boog!

Good night, Drew. Glad
to have you with us.

Good night, Boog.

Boys, take your last
look at the U.S. of A.

You mind if I say something?
No.

You're a damn fool to go digging
for silver in Virginia City.

You tell me that when you
hear I struck it rich.

Oh, bull. Only one in
a million does that.

Well, maybe that
one will be me.

Suit yourself. Come on!
Quit lagging!

Goddammit, Boog! That's the
fourth time since sunup!

I can't help it. It's all
this bouncing up and down.

Damn near a whole day gone already,
and we ain't covered 10 miles.

What time you make it?
About 4:00?

It's, uh, 3:45.

Hey, that's some timepiece
you got there. Is it gold?

Belonged to my brother. He
was killed at Chickamauga.

Hey, let me see that.

I'm not going to bust it.
Let me see it.

Whoo! Fancy damn
watch like that.

Good with your fist, too.

You know that stunt you pulled
off at the hardware store?

I'll be honest with you.

I don't know nobody except me
that could have done that.

Why don't you come along
with me to Virginia City?

Oh, no, Drew. I got
plans of my own.

Well, suit yourself.

Thanks for the
invite, though.

Come on! It's already 3:45!

Jake: There it goes!

He's a heavy one, ain't he?

He oughta be, must have
about 40 rounds in him.

Didn't I tell you boys we'd live
off the land. Clean him, Boog.

I'm hungry.

You don't know how
to do it, do you?

Well, somebody do it.

Oh, for the love of Jesus.
Don't any of you

pea-shooters know how
to clean a rabbit?

Give it here.

Damn, I'm sick and tired of being
the only boy who gets the job done.

Dad-blame babies.

I'll have to cut your
meat for you too.

It's the easiest damn
thing in the world.

You slit this on back here.

Pull this on back. Tough
one, this bastard.

Then you gotta cut
this off here.

Snap that off.

Then you gotta...
You gotta slit this up here.

There you go. Dinner.

Drew: "From somewhere in the
upper recesses of the house,

"there came an
unearthly shriek.

"The scream was
that of a woman,

"but what creature whom
life's vicissitudes

"had driven to that pitiful
outcry, I could not say.

"Fearful for the child,

I went quickly to
the drawing room..."

what's a drawing room?

Maybe it's a place where you
practice on your fast draw.

Oh, no. A drawing room
is like a parlor.

That's what they called
it in the olden times.

All right. Is
everybody satisfied?

Now get on back to
that screaming gal.

"reading to her father,
but Mr. Rochester..."

boog: We had a parlor once.

Bullshit you did.
You never ate more than one meal

out of the same plate
till you met up with us.

Oh, yeah? Shows all you know.

We had a dining room and a
parlor and a whole damn rig-out.

I can remember it now.

It was when I was real little,
before we lost the farm.

That must have
been hard luck.

No, sir. Then come the best
time in my whole life.

Me and pa used to
travel around together.

We had us this
nigger, old Dan.

Pa made up this
deal, you see.

First thing he would do
when we got to a town

would be he would go out and
find some idiot farmer.

And then he would
sell him our nigger.

Then, come nightfall,

pa and me'd sneak out and
steal him back again.

Before they missed him, we'd be on
to the next town down the line.

My pa thunk it up.
Pretty smart, ain't it?

It was so smart, how come
you still ain't doing it?

Well, one day, old Dan got tired
of it and shot my pa dead.

He did?

Yep.

Shot your pa? Just like that?

Never figured out how that
old coon got the drop on pa.

Am I supposed to sit here
listening about some dumb nigger,

or you going to tell us who
was doing that yelling?

Well, you can tell me the rest of it
later, Boog. I'd like to hear it.

You're a gentleman, Drew. Not like Jake
Rumsey, who'd rather hear some horseshit

about a gal in a house full
of drawing rooms... - Boog.

If you had ever seen my pa...

Boog!

"Mr. Rochester, however,
was no longer in his chair.

"In haste that might
have alarmed the girl,

"I passed quickly
through the room

"in my anxiety to find him,

"but he was neither in his
chambers, nor in the hall.

"At this point, I had to consider

whether my duty lay in
remaining with the child..."

Boys, it's hell on wheels.

The worst damned idea in
the world is to go west.

Oh, come on, now.

We tried farming the first year.
Twister wiped us out.

The next year, it was the cattlemen.
Then just pure rotten soil.

There ain't nobody got
no money except a few,

and there ain't a damn
thing worth having.

Rains so damn much, it will
give you the chill blains.

Dry spell come along, and you
choke to death on the dust.

That is, if a bushwhacker
don't come along

and take your
last damn dollar.

No, I mean it, boys. Turn
around and go on back. Amen!

Farming is always the roughest go.
That ain't our line.

You probably struck out
too late in your years.

Now, we're boys in our prime.
We take it as it comes.

You know, seeing as you boys

ain't going to hit a
town for quite a while,

you must be getting kind of itchy
here on the trail, you get me?

What do you mean?

Now you take min here,
she's a gal and a half.

She's not exactly virgin territory
if you know what I mean.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll make a bargain with you boys seeing
as you're playing it close to the vest.

Ten dollars for the lot. What you say?
It's your last chance to get poontang.

You make that $8,
you're on, honey.

Zeb?

Well, you boys drive a mighty
hard bargain. But $8 it is.

Oh, you can cut that down a bit, Jake.
I ain't interested.

What?

Well, I just...

Well, nothing to get riled about.
I just ain't interested.

You dumb shit. You're
turning this down?

Yeah, I am.

God almighty. He's saving it
for his wedding day, I'll bet.

Well, what if I am, damn it?

Ahh, honey. Don't do that.

Ma'am, I ain't discussing it.
Yeah, leave off him

you goddamn sons of bitches.

What the hell you want to waste
your money on a stupid gal for?

We got little
enough as it is.

Yeah, in your case, Boog,
that's the gospel truth.

Go to hell!

Come on, Drew. Let them kill
themselves for all we care.

Loney and Jim Bob?

You just show us where to line
up and we'll do the rest.

I'd kinda like to make sure we
ain't buying no pig in a poke.

Min?

Lord.

Oh, Jesus.

Simms, you in?

Sure. But... you ain't got
no disease, have you?

Well, that's a helluva
thing to say.

No, I just thought that...

Well, I heard of fellas dying from it.
They say your brain rots away.

Simms, you trying to spoil
it for the rest of us?

Where to, honey?

That grass looks real soft.
Well, you name it, I'm first.

Watch your step now.

Drew, you're a
disappointment to me, boy.

Come on, you sweet thing. I told
you boys we'd live off the land.

I get seconds. I get seconds.

Well, it looks like you're getting
high on tit, Simms. That's all right.

You're sure you're
clean ain't ya?

I know I am, hon. But I can't
vouch for your friends.

Ya-hoo! Whoo!

Whoo! That was a deal! Whoo!

Are you done already?

I do not waste my time.
After that ride I gave her

I expect she'll be too tuckered
out for the rest of you boys.

October 20, 1863.

I have resisted temptation,
but how hard it was.

How I long to be in the
bosom of my beloved family.

I begin to think that I
should find somebody

to toil with me through
life's weary way.

Unless I do, I will settle
for some poor means

of bestowing my affections on
some poor, pitiful creature.

The same as my good companions
did this afternoon.

What you getting up for? It's at
least another hour till your turn.

I can't sleep. I was
dreaming about Old Min.

About who?

About the gal this afternoon.

Oh.

It's gonna be a cold day in hell
before she forgets what I gave her.

I suppose so.

Say, Jake, I figure we better get
us an early start this morning

to make up for the time
we lost, don't you agree?

I still can't figure out
why you took a pass.

All right, Jake, you got something
to say, why don't you just say it?

I feel like you're
looking sideways at me

and the boys ever
since we plowed Min.

What? No, I wasn't.

I ain't got anything
against your doing that,

it's just that I was
brought up different.

Don't you wanna do it?

Yes, I wanna do it.
It's just that...

I was raised to honor a woman.
You understand that?

No.

Well, where I come from
there's some real good women.

They do it just the
same as the other kind.

Well, you just don't
get it, do ya?

All right, lookit. I
made myself a promise

about staying on the
good side of life.

Is that all right with you, Jake?
All right?

All right, then
that's the end of it.

You really do come from
good stock, don't you?

Well, here.

This is them.

That's real nice.

Makes me wish I took a picture of
something. For a reminder, sort of.

Yeah.

I do miss my mama sometimes.

I think about her every
once in a while,

how she's doing.

Hey, don't tell them that i
been jabbering on like this.

So, you plan on
getting married

before you give
it a try, huh?

Something like that.

To each his own.
You've heard of that.

Yeah, I've heard of it.

Well, seeing as how you're
up and all, why don't...

Yeah, I'll take over for you.

Go get some shut-eye.

Here. Take it.

It's just so you don't
wake us up too soon.

Right.

Well... that's a charming
picture, ain't it?

Are we just going to
stand around here

looking at it, or are
we going to rob 'em?

On your feet.

Get up.

Oh, my lord.

Come on. Get up.

Man: Very nice.

That's what I call a
perfect waking-up job.

Nobody fainted,
nobody screamed.

I didn't think
you could do it.

Well, we ain't got
anything, mister.

Yeah, sure you ain't.

Good, Hobbs, good.
Very threatening.

Now we've all had
our little laugh.

How about setting to work?

Hold it.

That's mighty brave
of you, Hobbs,

considering that gun
is pointed at me.

I'll shoot if I have to.

Shut up, boy.

You're lucky you're
still alive.

Now, which one of you is
supposed to be covering

this unruly mob
of angered youth?

Goddamn, Jackson. I wouldn't
mind you being stupid

if you was good company,
but you ain't even that.

Come on, Jake. Shoot
the son of a bitch.

My boy, let me give you a
little piece of advice.

If you're going to pull
a gun on somebody,

which happens from time
to time in these parts,

you better fire it about a
half a second after you do it

because most men ain't
as patient as I am.

Ain't lost my touch yet.

Well, what are you jackasses
standing around for?

Clean them out. Here it
is, almost lunchtime,

I ain't got the change
together for breakfast yet.

You thought it was
pretty damn funny,

what that bastard said
to me, didn't you?

This here is all
I could find.

$2.14.

I'd like to get my hands
around the throat

of the son of a bitch
that told me to go west.

Hey, there's beans and molasses and
jerky, and a little bit of coffee.

Well, you boys must have brought
along a cook from Paris, France.

Take it all. Come
on, Jackson.

Good-bye, boys.

Just think of us as some terrible
nightmare that come and went.

By nightfall, you'll
forget we was ever here.

Who was on guard?

Jake?

You idiot.

Yeah, well, they
got everything.

They cleaned us out, Jake.

Hey, god darn it, Jake.
I'm talking to you.

No, they didn't.

Jim Bob: Pigs. And a cow.

That means milk, fellows.

What do you plan on
using for money?

We're starving, Jake.

Nobody's going to turn
starving boys away.

Besides, there's always
some kind of work

that needs to be
done around a farm.

Chores? I ain't
doing no chores.

Well, maybe we can
sweet-talk him.

We could take this
place, I bet.

If I tip my hat forwards,
we go for our guns.

If I tip my hat back, we
play her straight. Jake!

Howdy.

Yeah?

Me and my friends had
a little bad luck,

and I was figuring
you'd have some food.

I might.

Must be plenty of food
to eat around here.

There is...

For a price.

Say, look, now, sir.

W-w-we're sort of
short of money,

so could we make a trade?

Hey, that's mine!

Shut up, Boog. You never
had to swing it, anyway.

Here.

Some sowbelly, turnip
Greens, and coffee.

For a gun like that? You ought
to give us a turkey dinner.

I don't recollect
inviting you here, boy.

It's all right. We'll
make the trade.

Something wrong?

No, sir.

It's the best damn
sowbelly I ever had.

Food's all right, Jake.
Just eat it.

It's kind of hard
to enjoy my meal

with a shotgun barrel
pointed right at me.

You do complain,
don't you, boy?

You think I'm scared of you?

For a dead-broke,
you talk awful big.

I should have plugged
you back there.

You're so full of shit,
you're stinking up my yard.

Take it easy.

- Take it easy.
- All right. You get.

All of you! Get, while you can get.
Let's go.

Come on, Jake!

I ain't done yet.

I paid for it, damn it.
I'm going to finish it.

Damn turnip greens
are sour anyway.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Yah!

Didn't have no right
to give away my gun.

It was the only
gun I ever had.

You'll starve to death
before you ever get west.

It's Jake's fault. The hell.
It wasn't our fault.

If you'd had any brains, you
would have given us some warning

so as we could have
thought about it.

How did you expect
us to rob that place

when you up and told us about it
one minute before we got there?

Damn it!

That's as far as I go. You yellow
babies, you sure backed me up

when that fellow pulled his gun,
didn't you? To hell with you.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm leaving. What's it
look like I'm doing?

Should of had more sense than to tie
up with you in the first place.

Aw, now just hold on.

Look, now. I ain't going to
say Jake's right. He ain't.

The business back there with
the farmer was pretty bad.

But everybody makes
a mistake or two.

The way I figure it, we all
of us learned us a lesson.

Well, what's he acting so
damn high and mighty about?

Ain't none of us would have got out
of Saint Joe if it weren't for Jake.

He got us this far. He'll
get us the rest of the way.

Lads, I appreciate you
asking me to stay.

And I'll be honest with you. What you
said about that farmer... you was right.

It was dumb of me to spring
it on you sudden like that.

But this time, I'm going to work
out the whole plan with you now

so there won't be no complaints,
we got plenty of time to prepare.

There's a stagecoach
heading this direction.

We can take her easy.

This is going to be a
professional piece of work.

Bushwhack them, huh? Good
thinking there, my boy.

Loney's getting smart in his old age.
Now here's how we do her.

One of us is going
to flag her down.

Like you're traveling or something,
stuck out on the prairie.

That will be you, Simms. You
got that pitiful look. Why me?

Thought you said you wanted me to
tell you ahead of time? Now you know.

The rest of us, we're going to
be hiding out in this gully.

No, sir.

We know as much about robbing
stagecoaches as we do skinning rabbits.

There ain't nothing
special to it, Drew.

Oh, no. No, sir.

Now, I ain't taking part in
no robbing of stagecoaches.

And I'll tell you
something else.

I ain't asking you
to side with me,

and I don't want no
share of the loot.

Now, that's fair, ain't it?

I'm going to sit myself right back
here till this foolishness is done.

This way, I won't see nothing
and I can't bear witness to it.

You gotta admit that's fair.
Lookee here...

What about that hardware
store business?

That's a hell of a lot different.
Every one of us could be dead.

Simms: Jake?

Get out there!

Put your gun away!

All right. Now, get ready.

Here it comes.

He's waving her down.

Hold it.

Whoa, whoa. What do you want?

He's talking to the driver.

What's he saying?

Jake: All right.
Now, get ready.

What the hell is he doing?

He's opening the door.

He's getting in.

He closed the door.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

He's going away.

Simms! Come back here!

Simms! Simms!

Hush up, now. No need
to announce ourselves.

Let's try to do something
right for a change.

Boog: Pie!

That dumb little pissant.

Come on.

Jake: Come on!

Boog!

Ahh! I'm shot!

Come on! Come on!

I'm shot!

Hyah!

You sure picked a time to get in
front of a load.

Hold still, damn it!
Blew his head off!

If it wasn't for you, we
would go right back there.

That's what we're going to do.
We're going back there

and blow that bastard to kingdom come.
Son of a bitch.

Bastard!

Loney, hand me a
rag, will you?

- Get it yourself.
- What?

We've had our fill, Jake.

You ain't doing us
no good at all.

Me and Loney can't
see the sense of it.

I'm sick of you putting on
airs and giving out orders.

I came west to get away
from that horseshit.

What are you going to do?

We're going our own way.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Well, that's life.

What are the guns for?
I ain't stopping you.

Well, we're taking
the horses.

We'll leave you the mule.

You two try it for a while.

You son of a bitch.

Leave us one.

Come on. Don't be a bastard.

Come on. Don't worry, Jake. We're
better off without that kind of trash.

You got the time, Drew?

What do you mean?

I think I'll just take
that gold pocket watch

you set so much store by
as a going-away present.

That belonged to my brother.
I can't let that go.

Well, hell, I'm doing you a favor.
You'll travel a lot faster

on that old mule if you travel light.
I'll kill you, Loney.

Shut up, Drew.

That's all I got to remember him by.
Don't you understand?

I can fix it so you can
join him, if you'd rather.

Give it back, please. I'm sorry
about what I said before.

Please?

So long, Drew.

I hope your arm heals up.

You son of a bitches!
You better run!

I'll kill you if I
get the chance!

Jake, you son of a bitch.

That is not fair!
It is my watch!

Oh, your watch, your watch!

Who gives a damn about
the hunk of tin?

Ahh!

I'm sorry. It wasn't
no cheap hunk of tin.

It kept good time.

I said I was sorry!

Oh! Goddamn it,
lord almighty!

You want me to stop? No, no.
Keep going.

Nearly hell, though,
I'll tell you.

Count yourself lucky, Jake. You
ain't never been shot, have you?

You want me to stop? Say the word.
No, not me.

I ain't gonna hold us up.

Goddamn! Jesus!
Take that rein.

What time do you make it?
5:00?

Uh... That son of a bitch.

Whoo! Well, it's
come to this.

Two saddle tramps
wandering, godforsaken...

And in pain.

Look who's going to be
a silver baron. Whoo!

It's only a way station for
the stagecoach, though.

Don't you see? Wells Fargo.

There's usually just one
old man in those places

to feed the horses and stuff.

I thought that chicken
deal would be all right.

This ain't the same
kind of thing.

Hell, Jake. There ain't no stage
coming by this time of day.

I bet he ain't even there.

You think so, huh?

Yep, I do.

Boy, I sure want one
of them chickens.

That's the truth.

So do I.

All right. We go down there
quiet, we take one...

Just one, now... then we
hightail it as fast as we can.

Well, I can't, Jake. My arm.

Well, I'm no good
to you this way.

I mean, if I fell,
I'd just scream.

It's that bad, huh?

Well, hell. One chicken
is all we need.

I'm just talking sense, Jake.

All right.

You wish me luck.

Smells wonderful.

You think she's done?

Yep.

Well, she's done
enough for me.

Hey, where's mine? Yours?

Come on, come on, you hog.
I get half.

Fair is fair, Drew. Ain't
you heard of that?

What do you mean?

I did all the work.
I took the risk.

Went down there
and stole a bird.

I could have got myself killed.
Now I get to eat it.

Unless you got some money and you
want to buy yourself a share.

I ain't got no money.
You know that.

Well, then, you
lose, don't you?

I wouldn't have been any
good to you Jake... my arm.

Bullshit! Bullshit, your arm!

Well, eat your damn chicken, then.
I hope you choke on it.

Hey, pard?

Hey, pard, I been thinking about
going to Virginia City with you,

give it a try.

- You have?
- Yep.

And I figure I got
to where I'd miss

hearing you spout off
from time to time.

Listen, it beats
going to the opera.

Besides, I think that Virginia
city would be a right nice place

for an ambitious young fellow
like me to settle down.

Not that I'd go busting my ass
digging in a silver mine like you,

but I wouldn't mind robbing those
folks who was digging it up.

Boy, that's just what I'd
expect to hear from somebody

who won't even share a chicken
with a friend that's starving.

You are past savin', my
boy, I swear to god.

Highest pockets in the U.S.A.

Probably be governor of
this territory one day.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Yeah.

'Cause there'll come a day when
they'll get you ready to hang,

and all the citizens are gonna gather
together to watch Jake Rumsey die,

and then some smart lawyer is going
to come running to me and say,

"governor, sign this reprieve.
Spare that poor fellow's life."

Boy, that will be
the best day ever.

- Well, you wouldn't sign that?
- What do you think?

I bet you would, else I'd tell
them how their fancy governor

turned tail and run from
defending his own country.

Not to mention stealing $12 from
the hardware store, your honor.

You would, too, wouldn't you?

You're damn right I would!
You're damn right!

I'll tell you something else. I was
going to give you some of this chicken.

I can't see it would be
to my advantage sharing

chicken with a man
who's gonna hang me.

Drew: God almighty. I ain't
never seen a dead body before.

I did, but it didn't look like that.
You aren't gonna vomit, are you?

No.

Who do you suppose done it?

The lord punished them
for stealing off us.

Why would anybody have wanted to
kill them? Besides us, I mean.

Jake: You see their horses around here
anywhere? Just to get their horses?

Our horses is more like it.

Hey.

Where the hell you going?

Well, whoever done it, maybe
they didn't get my watch.

I can't see why they
would pass that up.

Be careful. Don't touch that
dead man's skin. Why not?

I don't know. You just ain't
supposed to touch it, that's all.

Well, I guess we got to
bury these sons of bitches.

Hate to waste the time.

We got us some
customers, Joe.

Come on. Let's go get them.

Uh-huh.

Wait all day, and
nothing happens.

Wouldn't you know, we just set down
to supper, and somebody comes by.

You go on and eat
your beans, Joe.

Me and the boys can
take them easy.

There's only two.

My boy, if it is a blind
woman in a wheelchair,

I'd still give her the odds.

Come on.

We can handle this.

Let's go.

I just know I'm going
to regret this.

Oh, shit.

What are you two doing?

Oh, just passing through.
Just passing through.

Looks to me like
you're standing still.

We thought we seen
a jack rabbit.

We wanted to get a shot
at him, that's all.

Well, I don't see
no jack rabbit.

You, Orin? Nope.

I see two jackasses, though.

Well, we'll be
moving along now.

That's your horse, Jake.
No, it ain't.

It looks a little bit
like him, but no, no.

Adios.

Adios?

What's your hurry, amigo?

Say, mister, i
had this watch.

T-t-this gold pocket
watch, it was,

and, um...
Jake: Drew.

It belonged to my brother, and it
ain't worth nothing, except to me,

but t-t-the thing of it is
that I promised my ma...

Drew, these men ain't
seen your watch!

Well, now, we'll be moving on.
So long.

Man: Tick, tock.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Sir, I would advise
you to hand that over

on account of my friend
here is a lightning gunman.

A lightning gunman, is he? Hobbs, you
must be crapping all over yourself.

Well, I guess we ain't got no choice
but to try to defend ourselves.

Look, now. We don't
want no trouble.

We're just going to
get on this mule

and light out of
here, all right?

You little sack of shit!

Man: They killed you, Orin!

Get one of them
before you die!

I'm gonna blast the first one
I see right in the balls!

I'm dead. The
little runt got me.

Jake: Drew! Drew!
I'm out of bullets.

Drew: Jake?

Stop, you son of a bitch!

Drew!

You murdering bastard!
Come back here!

Jake: Drew!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Orin: I'm coming, Jackson!
Hold on!

Your friend has passed on.

You're welcome to
keep coming, though.

Are you threatening me?

I can stand plenty, but
I can't stand that.

I'll kill you.

Well, we done it.
That's the lot.

Go get your watch.

You sure as hell earned it.

Whoo! Ain't we a pair!

I never let on, Jake, but
ever since I left home,

I been thinking I was a
coward, you know what I mean?

I mean, if I'd of really
had to go to war,

I wasn't sure how
I'd of been.

Well, I ain't
worrying no more.

I mean, sure, I was
scared, at first,

but when the chips were
down, it was clear sailing.

I just, uh...

You never did rob that
hardware store, did you?

By god, I got it.

Jake?

Jake!

Jake!

Where you hiding?

Hey, give me back the money.

Why don't you just... Jake!

I was going to split the money
with you when we got to a town.

Really and truly, I was.

There wasn't no place
to spend it here.

Jake!

Jake, you son of a bitch! You
come back here with my money,

or I swear, I'll kill you!

November 27, 1863.

I have tried to look on the
bright side of all of this,

but I can't think of
what it would be.

I have been robbed
of all my money

and left to die on the
prairie, alone and friendless.

Weather good.

November 28, 1863.

I have determined not
to die after all.

If the children of Israel could
endure 40 years in the desert,

then a Greenville, Ohio
boy ought to not give up.

I shot and ate a skunk today.

Taste didn't enter
much into it.

November 29, 1863.

If I ever find Jake
Rumsey, I will kill him.

Marshal.

How long you been with
Joe Simmons's gang?

About a month, sir.

What jobs you pull?

A couple of stagecoaches
over by Olathe,

a few stray travelers a
little east of here,

a cafe down in Mansfield,
and then this.

That all? Yes, sir.

How many Joe got
in his gang now?

Uh, ten. No, nine...
not counting me.

Where's he hid out?

Son... in a couple
of minutes,

you're going to be
face-to-face with your maker.

Now, after what you did
here to these people,

I think it will go down a
lot easier with the lord

if you'll help us out
now as much as you can.

Follow that trail out front
west about 20 miles,

till you come to a
cutoff heading north.

Take that till you come to
an old, run-down shack.

That's them.

Hoist him up, boys.

Excuse me. Uh,
this man, Simmons.

Did a young fellow join up with
him in the last day or so?

About my age. His
name is Jake Rumsey.

Well, thank you.

We're all set, Marshal.
Good luck, boy.

Hyah!

Marshal,

I'd like to join
up with you, sir.

Now, as long as I'm
paying for these bullets,

I want to see a man
drop for every shot.

About ready, Bobby?

Just a minute.

All right!

Fire!

Damn it!

Jake!

Chaw?

When I want to chew on
horseshit, I'll let you know.

Say, you was in Wichita
in '53, wasn't you?

Yep.

You must have known "Curly"
Bill Brosius, then.

Curly Bill? Always
wore white gloves?

That's the one.

Bet you don't
know why, do you?

Covered up his warts.

He was good with
a gun, though.

He was fair. Just fair.

Fair?

Did you ever see him do
that fancy spin of his?

Well, boy, where do you
think he learned that?

I taught it to him one day
when I was feeling generous.

It must have been Christmas.

Bull.

Smart. Smart.

You got some real thinkers
in your outfit, Bobby.

I tell you, boys...

I'm the oldest whore
on the block.

You sure come up in the
world, ain't you, pard?

Well, you laugh all
you want, young man.

But just remember,

they're going to hang you,
and I'm going to watch it.

You think they'll really
hang a young fellow like me?

I know it for a fact.

Ah, shit, you're
probably right.

Remember when you left me

back there on the
prairie to die?

Remember that?

Well, when I was wandering,
alone and forsaken,

just about the time I was
ready to give up the ghost,

I said to myself, "hang on.

"'Cause if there's
any justice

"left in this world,
you're going to live

long enough to see
Jake Rumsey dead."

Listen, pard, let's clear the
air, if you ever heard of that.

What I mean is I ain't
mad at you no more.

What?

I consider we're even.

We're even?

You stole my goddamn money!

You hid it from us.

You lied every minute since I known you.
You let me take all the chances,

you let your pals
near starve to death,

you bullshitted us about that hardware
store just to get in with us.

You bullshitted us
right to the end.

Well, you dirty bandit.
You know what you are...

Come on. You're a two-faced shit-kicker,
and I'm glad to finally know it.

But like I said,
now we're squared.

I figure I paid you back
for all your lying.

You know what I done
with your money?

What?

I spent it on whores,

just 'cause I knew that's
what you wouldn't have done.

Now, let's bury the
hatchet and talk turkey.

I wouldn't talk
nothing with you.

Wait!

I bet you'd talk $1,000.

You ain't got a nickel.

No, not on me, but I know
where a thousand is buried.

Come on. We can split it
right down the middle.

You can get your $85
back, and then some.

I got no reason
to believe you.

Now, you got that
backwards, don't you, pard?

You're the liar.
I'm the crook.

I never lied to
you in my life.

You never did nothing
for me, Jake.

You got the time?

See, you still got that watch that
meant so much to you, don't you?

I didn't take that.

Marshal, you ain't even listening
to what I'm trying to say.

I got a bunch of people
to hang in the morning.

The night is half gone.

Why don't you go
tell your friend

that you tried,
and I said no.

Now, good night.

Marshal, I know
you're a fair man.

And Jake ain't...
I know it looks bad,

but he ain't one of them.

He really ain't.

It looks bad, i
Grant you that.

But I know Jake real well.

We started out west together.

Well, sir, he's white
all the way through.

That's a real
nice speech, son.

Why don't you tell it
to that poor woman

whose husband we had
to bury back there?

Jake didn't do that, Marshal.

He don't want no part
of killing at all.

Why, his only brother was
shot dead at Chickamauga.

Every dollar he gets,

half of it he sends
back to his mother.

He don't look like much, but
he's true-blue. I swear it.

Now, boy, I don't usually take
on strangers in my outfit,

but you seemed like a
Christian sort, so I did.

Don't make me
regret my decision.

Marshal, you don't want
it on your conscience

that you hanged
an innocent man.

Get out of here, boy.

I want to go to bed.

Shh. It's me.

It's about damn time.
Come on.

Hold still.

Come on. Where
are the horses?

I got a couple saddled
up over this way.

Now, keep quiet.

Hey, slow down. We got
two days on that posse.

They ain't never going
to catch us now.

Trying the drummer's
farewell, huh, Jake?

Look, you and me got
to have a talk.

There's no need for that.

You don't know where no
money is hid, do you, Jake?

Nope.

And you called me a liar.

Better shoot me and
get it over with.

No.

No, I ain't going
to shoot you, Jake.

I ain't letting you out of my
sight till I get back my $85.

I'm sticking to you like
glue, you son of a bitch,

till you pay me
back every cent.

You ain't running
out on me, Jake.

Not anymore.

Say, how did that Jane
eyre turn out in the end?

Fine. Just fine.

Stick 'em up.