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- Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, no, no!

Not a good time to give up on me.

No, no, no.

Well, this is one hell of an embarrassing thing.

Me standing here, the near dead horse and all.

- Hmph! Sure is.

- Don't try nothing, boy.

- In no position to try anything.

- Hey, what ya doing? - Thanks for the ride.

- He's getting away! - Gentleman.

- Get off that horse!

You're welcome.

Don't look so slick now.

- Got it worked out real good.

- Robert LeRoy Butch Parker.

You've been with us a year.

And I see here that your father's

a preacher back in Utah.

I'm assuming that he raised you to be an honorable

and God-fearing man.

Yeah, all right, maybe you rode off the trail a bit.

But, because of your youth

and this being your first offense,

I'm willing to give you a second chance.

I'll see fit to give you a pardon.

if you'd give me you word you'll break no more laws.

- I can't make that promise, your honor.

- What?

- My father did raise me to know the value

of keeping my word.

So I just can't stand here and tell you

I'm gonna be able to go on the straight and narrow

when I don't know if I really can.

I wouldn't want to lie to you, your honor.

But I tell you what,

if you let me go I will give you my word

that I won't commit any more crimes in Wyoming.

- Well, I believe that's good enough

for the state of Wyoming.

- I told you not to run off on your own.

You don't learn too quick, do ya?

- Well, I'm smarter now.

- And it cost you a year of your life to learn that lesson.

Get on.

- I don't think I can ride with any more, Mr. Cassidy.

I promised the governor I wouldn't commit

any more crimes in Wyoming.

- Well, Butch, my boy,

I found us a beautiful little hideaway,

right on the border of Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah.

So you don't have to do anything in Wyoming

you don't want to.

- Gimme the reins.

Boys, calm down.

Please stop your fussing and hold still.

-Jessie, just... let's put your shawl on.

There, you look beautiful.

Boys, if you just hold still, please.

Children, just hold still for one minute.

It's just a photograph, I promise it won't hurt a bit.

- Well, now that we got your attention,

you all better do it what this young lady wants,

or I'ma shoot someone's ears off.

Starting with you.

- Harry Longabaugh.

That was an irresponsible, patently dangerous,

and just a damn foolish thing to do.

- My specialty.

- Really all that fancy gunplay hasn't helped get you a job.

- More to life than getting a job, Etta.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm just kidding, honey.

Besides, these guns may just prove you wrong.

- What are you talking about?

- I heard about a job in town.

Big outfit, need my guns.

- A hired gun, Harry?

- No, honey, I'm protecting a dude city slicker's ranch

from coyotes and such..

I'm going over there now.

Just think, have money coming in,

get a new house.

- What about my sister, Mary Margaret?

Can't get married until she finds someone first.

She's my elder.

- She's a wild cat.

- Harry, I'm serious.

So's you don't forget.

She just needs someone who loves her to settle her down.

-Uh-huh. -Like I did for you.

Maybe someone at your new job.

- I don't... - Good, stable, reliable man.

- Okay, I keep my eyes peeled.

- Okay.

- I can tell you right now.

I wouldn't set anyone I like up with you sister.

Heh! Get on your way.

- Hyah! Coming through.

Move it! Hyah!

- See that pumpkin, boys? He's smiling at ya!

That's five bucks today, sunny boy.

Got that one shoot.

That's a pistol not a whirligig.

Very nice!

- Well... what do you think?

- One hell of a wild bunch.

- Yeah, the Wild Bunch.

Those the kind of men we need.

Ain't a-one of them that ain't wilder than you, ole Butch.

- Well, Mike, you taught me all I know.

But I had a lot of time to think about my life

while I was in prison,

and I'm not sure I want to do this anymore.

- I'll abide by your decision.

While you're thinking about it...

you mind getting their attention for me?

- Hey, hey, hey! We got a new player.

- Ooh, doggy. - Whoo!

All right.

- All you new guys, we're gonna have us a little race.

Find out how good you really are.

You'll to ride to the end of the valley.

There you'll find a corral full of horses.

You jump on one and you ride like hell back here.

- Why we gotta change horses?

- Switching mounts when a law dog's on your tail

might just save your life.

- Uh-huh. Well, you gonna ride against us, city slicker?

I mean, seeing as how you know so much.

- Butch already has a place with us.

He doesn't need ride.

'Less of course he wants to.

- Well... do you?

Come on.

I'll show you who's got it. Yeah!

- We have a race going! - Come on!

- Hey, dude... good luck.

-Hyah! Hyah hyah! Come on!

You ain't collecting this race.

Have a nice trip!

- Thanks for holding my horse, cowpoke.

Good luck to you.

-Hyah! -Get up, get up!

What?

- Congratulations.

That was a fine ride, and even better shooting.

From a moving horse.

What a shot.

I'm impressed.

I am genuinely impressed.

I heard about a two-gun sharpshooter

from Sundance, Wyoming,

carries a matched pair of nickel-plated Colts,

just like yours.

You him?

- Yeah.

- Come on and let me buy you a drink.

I'm Butch Parker from Utah.

Never heard of you.

It's not the banks, it's railroads.

Railroads own the banks.

They control all the money.

They decide who gets the loans.

They'll foreclose on anybody who gets in their way.

Handful of evil men who took a life out west.

Railroads, pushing our way of life right off of this land.

The way I see it...

only a handful of men can stop them.

You.

Here's a toast to y'all,

the first of a new breed!

Sons of men who inherited wide open spaces.

-Men who ride free. -Yeah.

The Wild Bunch!

Wild Bunch!

- You're gonna set things right.

Hey.

How we gonna do that, Mike?

- By hitting them where they live.

- Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

- You ready to use those fancy smoke wagons?

- Don't worry about me, fancy britches.

- It's not the cut of your pants, kid,

it's what you got in them.

- What the hell does that mean?

- Means, are you ready?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

How'd I get partnered with you? I don't even like you.

- I asked for you.

- Why?

- Any shooting starts in that bank

I want those fancy pistolas behind me.

- What are you supposed to do?

- Make sure the shooting doesn't start.

Good morning, let me help you with that, sir.

- Oh, my sweet Lord!

Unless you want to meet him,

I wouldn't cause any ruckus.

Now get behind that counter, ya hear?

See, that wasn't so difficult.

Now all we want's the railroad company's payroll.

- I can't. - Come on!

You don't owe that bloodsuckers any loyalty!

- I mean, I can't open this.

The railroad's money is in the safe

and I can't open the safe.

Only the bank president, Mr. Watson, does that.

I'm Baton. I'm the head clerk.

The only clerk.

- Well, when does Mr. Watson get here?

- Well, he's been keeping company with the piano teacher

from Bisbee.

Sometimes he don't get in until...

- Out making beautiful music, huh?

- What the hell does that mean?

Let's take what we can!

- No, we only came from the railroad money.

- Damn.

- Wiry old boy and a black hat with a gray duster

are headed this way.

- That'll be Mr. Watson and Sheriff Jenkins.

- Sheriff?

- Elzy, walk on out of here, slow.

Now, we're gonna stroll outta here

like we just made a deposit,

and I don't wanna hear a word different out of you

until you can't hear our horses, you got that?

You got that?

- Trust him?

- I'm a good judge of character.

- Bandits!

- Run!

Bank robbers! Outlaws!

- Some judge of character.

Thief!

- Elzy, come on.

Come on, let's go!

Hands up.

- Wait, they got Elzy.

- Get off that horse.

- Down off your horses!

- Ride, come on, ride!

Posse on our tail.

- Where's the money? - We didn't get it.

- Where's Elzy? - They got him.

- We can't leave Elzy!

- He'll be fine sitting in their jail.

You want to join him, you go back.

Otherwise I suggest you ride the hell out of here.

- Hey, I heard about a dude sharpshooter from Utah.

You him?

Again?

Rob the same bank?

- That's crazy.

- Exactly.

They'd never expects us to come back

after the way you boys humiliated yourselves

this morning.

We'll catch them completely off guard.

- Why take the risk?

So we can get what we went there for,

the railroad payroll.

We need that money to get Elzy a lawyer.

- Some wild bunch.

Elzy wouldn't even be caught if you hadn't turned tail.

- Is that true, Butch?

- Yeah, that's true.

We could have stayed and shot it out,

then we'd all be in jail or dead.

- Better dead on two feet than shot in the back,

runnin' out of town like a yellow-bellied dog.

- I understand how you feel.

Heck, I even rode with Elzy and Mike back in Wyoming.

We'll get him out.

Come on, let me buy you a drink.

- I feel like drinking with no coward.

- He's off the reins, Simpkins.

- And you, bushwhacker, with your two guns and all.

That belt just for keeping your britches from falling down.

You're as yellow as fancy hat over here.

- See, now, you got everyone upset.

Two whiskeys. You don't want one...

Hey, round for the whole room... Oh!

- Should I go for the pair?

Don't stop riding while the sun's still out!

- I ever mentioned how much I admire your shooting?

- Just payin' ya back for getting my bacon

out of that fire in town there.

- I'm obliged, Sundance.

- Look, Butch, I was wondering,

Heh!

Well, are you seeing anyone?

I mean, like, romantic, like?

- Look, I may dress a little nicer than your average waddie,

and, yeah, it did just get out of prison, but don't...

- No, not for me.

Sister Mary Margaret.

- A nun?

No, not hardly.

Listen, um...

Well, let me tell you about her over a drink.

You'll need it.

He's from Utah.

- A Mormon? - I suppose.

He works on the ranch with Harry.

He's new to the territory, he doesn't know anyone.

Harry just thought we'd be sociable.

- Now don't you know that you can't play matchmaker with me,

little sister,

because you have no idea what kind of man

I would take a liking to.

- Or maybe you do. - Mm-hmm.

- Etta, Mary Margaret, this here is Butch Parker.

- Charmed, Ms. Place.

- The pleasure's mine, Mr. Parker.

- That's encouraging.

Hear that?

Said he was charmed.

- I don't have to be charmed. I already got you.

- Gather 'round, boys!

You're gonna tire him out, Mary!

- Whoo!

- Harry, I need to wet my whistle.

- Miss, would you care to dance with me?

- What?

- Harry says you're a photographer.

- For now.

- You don't like it? - It's fine,

but I'm not gonna work for the Rifle Standard

for the rest of my life.

I wanna see the world in the world.

- What's in the world?

- Places with people completely different than us.

Countries across the ocean.

Countries below the equator.

The equator's a line,

like a belt that goes around the world.

Thanks.

Thanks.

- What's that from?

- Uh, bullet,

courtesy of the great state of Wyoming.

A gift from Deputy Bob Kimberley.

- He shot you?

- It was a misunderstanding.

I was young and, uh, impetuous.

- But now you're a ranch hand?

- For now.

- Harry, I think you have trouble over there.

- I sure do.

- Well, look what we got here.

Baby Butch Parker and the Sunday School Kid.

- What's he mean? Who are these men?

- Ooh! - Oh, just drunks.

- Let's discuss this outside.

- Yeah, let's take it in the street.

- Harry.

- It's okay.

- Let's get this dance started.

- Listen, nobody has to get shot tonight.

- Oh, you two ain't getting out of this alive.

Yank ain't those fancy hog legs, Sundance.

- Not so fast, Simpkins.

We have to make sure if we do this right.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Well, there's four of you and two of us.

I mean, who's gonna shoot who?

Now, way I figure it is... and you jump in here,

correct me if I'm wrong...

each of our guns hold six bullets.

Now, 3 times 6 is 18.

So, well heck, Sundance,

you could shoot each of them three times...

You fellas could just unbuckle your gun belts now

and ride on out of town.

- Think you're smart, huh?

- Just reasonable, Henry.

I told you no one has to get shot tonight.

- Whatever you say.

- Get outta here!

Get him and get outta here.

This ain't over.

- What happened?

I thought I heard shooting.

- The drunks, we, uh, scared them off.

- But that man over the saddle. - Dead drunk.

I'm not gonna change!

- Where'd that come from?

- I'm not gonna change.

- Maybe I should go now.

- You should.

Only wait.

Just a taste...

of what you might be missing.

Better go after Harry.

- Butch!

- What happened?

- Nothing. Nothing happened.

- The way you ran off.

- That's none of your business, Butch.

- The way you talked to Etta.

I know you're not the kind of man

to talk to his woman like that.

- Is that right?

And how do you know that?

You just met me.

- You want me to go? Fine.

- No, I don't.

I don't know why I talked to her like that.

I guess I sorta took it out on her.

- What?

- I got...

I got blood on my hands, Butch.

- What are you talking about?

You killed men before.

- Yeah, I can always dazzle

my way out of a gunfight.

You know?

Drawn quicker than they could.

Shooting... shooting a cigarette out of their mouth,

putting a few holes in the hat... pop, pop, pop!

You ever killed anyone, Butch?

- Never had to.

I was raised to think killing a man

send your soul straight to hell.

- Thanks.

- What I mean is, well, my father was a Bible man.

He taught us the good book was against murder.

Killing somebody for no good reason.

But that boy last night...

he was gonna kill us.

You did what you had to do.

- What about the bank job we gotta do?

I don't know if I'm cut out for this.

- Way I figure it, if I do my job right,

shooting never has to start to begin with.

Keep everybody calm.

Keep everything going smooth.

But I need to know you're with me, Sundance.

If somebody does want to hurt us,

I gotta know you're ready to what you have to do.

- What if I just wound them?

Just as long as they don't come after us.

- Okay. I'm ready.

- You again?

Railroad company payroll, please.

You notice I said, please.

- Toss her up. Toss her up.

Come on, come on, get along.

- Hold up, hold up! - Elzy!

- What? - Let's get him now.

- Yeah, let's get him!

Look out, Butch! Whoo-hoo!

Hyah! Come on.

We're coming for ya! Hyah hyah!

- Look out, boys! - Let's get outta here.

- Shoot 'em. - Ah!

See you later, suckers!

Go west, young man.

Old man, young woman, hell, I don't care who you are

as long as you let my trains carry you west.

What's happening to Abilene Spur line?

The engine move out yet?

- Not yet.

- Well, move 'em out. We paid for that land.

You get the army to wipe out the rest of their buffalo.

No buffalo, no food, they'll move.

And what's all this grumbling I'm hearing about

from the Northern Pacific line?

- We're getting reports of marauders in that area.

- Oh, yes, the Wild Bunch. Ha!

- One of my banks in Utah

was pillaged by these savages.

The other stockholders wanna know

what you're gonna do about it, E.H.

- You tell them I'm contracted with the world-famous

Pinkerton Detective Agency of Chicago, Illinois

and they are, at this very moment,

working at striking at the very heart

of this outlaw band.

Their days are numbered.

Over here, kid.

We got it, Butch.

One for you.

And one for you.

- What the hell's that about?

- Public relations.

Tell the railroad

they've been robbed by the Wild Bunch.

Wild Bunch are robbing a bank.

- They're on our tail. - Do something, Butch!

Shoot 'em down!

- Come on, boys. - I didn't mean that!

Come on, after 'em!

Hey, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor!

Move, move!

That's the bank's money they got!

Get outta the way!

Come on, outta the way, outta the way!

Come on, out of the way, move!

Put that money down!

- Etta's having fun. - Cool.

- Doesn't bother you?

- Heh! Etta having fun?

- With him.

- Now why would it?

- Things are changing, Harry.

- Not for me.

- You have to try it, Harry.

- I'm resting.

- Come on, don't just sit there like a bump on of stump.

Have a little fun.

- All right.

- All right? - There you go.

Thank you.

- Men, you're all still boys inside.

- At some point we have to grow up.

Oh! Harry!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Some do not.

- Mother.

- Oh! Oh my.

Well, young Harry is a fine looking prospect, Ethel.

- Oh, this is Harry Longabaugh, my intended.

- What are you intending?

- I'm just pleased as heck to finally meet you, ma'am.

I was even riding out that

you might up and die before I had a chance to meet you.

- And this is Mr. Parker, Mother.

One of Etta's and my good friends.

- Charmed, Mrs. Place.

- Thank you. - Yeah, he's always charmed.

Let's eat, I'm starved. Come on.

- Heh! - Thank you, girls.

Outlaws! Oh my, outlaws.

Well, that's all they were talking about on the train,

The Wild Bunch.

Must be terribly frightening

knowing those men are out there just waiting to strike.

- I do worry about it sometimes.

- Well, there ain't much worth stealing

around here except...

Well, except this fine little gal.

You know, I gotta tell you, Mama Place,

she's... she's really great around the kitchen.

- Yes.

Your uncle Martin went to Boston

to work on the new electric trolley cars.

They have almost completely replaced

the horse-drawn carriage.

- You can't replace a good horse.

- Oh, I'd love to see that.

When do you plan to return?

- We're going back at the end of the week.

- We?

- Yes, Mary Margaret, Ethel, and myself.

Well, that's why I came, to bring my girls back.

- I'm not going. - What?

- Well, I've decided to stay out west.

- Ethel, I thought we had discussed.

- I don't wanna talk about it now, Mother.

- Mary Margaret, have you also lost your senses?

- No, I'm going.

Had my fill of the Wild West.

- Harry?

Harry.

I thought you were Harry.

- I did too for a minute there.

- It's good.

I'm gonna sit down and eat.

- Afternoon, Etta.

- Where's Harry?

- I dunno.

- Well, I thought you two were inseparable.

- I wanted to see you.

I wanted to talk to you alone.

- Alone?

Should I be worried, Mr. Parker?

- Worried's too strong a word, Ms. Place.

- Concerned?

- Why don't we start with concern

and see if we can work up to worry?

Can we walk?

- All right.

You're not doing much talking.

- I'm thinking of my phraseology.

- You've had some schooling?

- My father was a minister.

He read to us from the Good Book

to where we could read from it ourselves.

After that, other books are easy.

- So what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Parker?

- Well...

just that...

I have feelings for you, Etta.

- Well, I like you too.

- No, I mean,

I love you.

- You know I love Harry.

- I know.

I think you love me too.

- Well that's kind of brash.

- The other night when we...

when you thought I was Harry,

I felt something.

I think you felt it too.

- What if I did?

Harry is as good as my fiance.

He's your best friend.

- Yeah, I know that.

- So then what in God's name

are you hoping to accomplish by telling me this?

- This here's a wild country.

And you never know what happens.

- What could happen?

- Nothing.

Anything.

Either way, I just wanted you to know is all.

- Hey.

I was waiting for you.

- I'll just be a minute.

Hey, wanna give me a hand with this?

- The railroads are running scared.

With us grabbing their payrolls these last five months,

the workers have stopped working the lines.

Production's bogged down,

and looks like the stockholders

are about ready to jump ship.

- Thanks to a tip from Durango we found out

the railroad company is sending a huge amount of payroll

in order to quiet the unrest.

One train with enough cash to cover

a full year of operations.

- But I heard tell in town the railroad was splitting up

their payroll into a bunch of stagecoach shipments.

- Yeah. - They're decoys.

Railroad's been spreading that story

hoping we go after them stagecoaches.

- Are we?

- Of course not, you imbecile.

- The railroad will think we are.

Instead, we're gonna hit the train with everything we got.

- Since we ain't never rob no train before,

it's gonna take a lot of planning.

Let's get down to it. Durango.

- All right, gather around, boys.

- Butch...

be careful.

- Mike, careful is what I do best, you know that.

- This ain't my first game, Butch.

You know why the others went bad?

Someone got greedy.

It's always the last person you expected.

- Not him.

- Well, money has a way of twisting people.

You just keep your eyes open, all right?

Don't read it, just send it.

- What's the problem?

- No problem. Train's being robbed.

- Yeah, no problem, train's being robbed.

- Come on!

- Butch, you sure this gonna be enough dynamite?

- We'll know in a minute.

Take cover!

Yeah!

All aboard, gentlemen!

-What the... Aah!

Pinkertons!

It's a trap! Pinkertons!

- Come on, fellas! Come on!

- Ride on outta here, boys!

Come on, let's get outta here!

- Unh! - Get outta here!

Butch! Butch, come on!

- They knew we were coming, kid.

- They knew we were coming! - Hyah!

Let's go!

- They'll never find us.

- They're headed right here.

They know exactly where we are.

- What are you saying?

- We have a traitor amongst us.

A Pinkerton spy set us up.

- Where'd you get that?

- Found it in his saddlebag.

- What? - No!

- Butch, we don't have time for this.

Get out of the way.

- Mike, you known me since I was a kid.

I say it's not Sundance, it's gotta be somebody else.

- He's your friend.

I expect you to say something like that.

- No, he's not smart enough.

He couldn't think of a way to set us up.

- Not him then who?

- Him.

You set this up.

You never asked to go in first before. Why tonight?

I'll tell you why.

'Cause he told the Pinkertons he'd be the first man

inside the freight car.

- That's it?

That's your big proof, I went in first?

You can't believe this crap, Mike.

- They didn't start shooting until after you got in there.

- You callin' me a liar, Elzy?

- Why were you so brave tonight?

I've never known you to lead the pack.

Pinkertons!

- Law dogs in the hole!

Come on , let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Mike! Mike!

Mike, no, no, no, no!

- Butch.

- Butch! - Mike!

- We gotta go!

- I'm not leavin' him. - Leave him or we join him!

Come on, come on!

- I'm gonna wire the railhead.

Tell them they can send the real payroll shipment through.

- It's too risky. They're still out there.

- I don't think so.

- Yeah? Where'd you get that from?

Reading dime novels while you're shining some chair

with your ass back in Chicago?

I've been out here living undercover,

riding with outlaws for years.

- They must be spread all over the country by now.

It'll take years to round them up with Mike Cassidy dead.

- I know Butch. He'll keep them together.

We better get to them first

'cause now they just won't be looking to steal.

Gonna be looking for vengeance, boys.

- So what now?

All the money's in Brown's hold.

Damn Pinkerton's have it by now.

- We'll get more.

- How?

No horses, no money.

Hell, we ain't got nothing.

- Wild Bunch is dead.

Durango's seen to that and the Pinkerton's have killed it.

That's good. There's a reckoning coming,

and it's riding hellbent for leather with a new gang,

a new beginning.

We're the Hole in the Wall Gang now.

- All right. What's the plan, Parker?

- Name's not Parker.

Call me Cassidy.

- Butch?

- Butch Cassidy.

We're gonna get Durango and the railroad.

- Outlaws?

- Not just any outlaws, ma'am, the Wild Bunch.

And Mr. Parker?

- He's the worst of the lot. He's the ringleader.

- There it is.

- I see this is quite a mighty powerful shock

to you, Ms. Place.

And I am truly sorry for that.

- Shock?

You just told me the man that I love is a wanted outlaw,

and everything that I thought...

- Okay.

I've taken up enough of your time.

Just be careful.

Oh, and let the sheriff's office know

if they try to contact you.

They're desperate men now.

- Thank you.

- Etta, darlin'.

- Don't "darlin'" me, you polecat!

- What are you doing here? - Just let me explain.

- The Pinkertons did quite a good job explaining.

The Sundance Kid.

Why didn't you just tell me what was going on?

- Well, I just couldn't.

- But you're here now.

Why?

- I want to take you away with me.

- Away with you?

You're a robber, a killer. You lied to me.

- And I'm... I'm sorry I hurt you, Etta,

but I never lied to you.

I never lied about what kind of man I was.

I didn't try to hide it from you.

- Please, Harry.

Are you even Harry anymore or you just the Sundance Kid now?

I should've known. I should've known.

I knew there was more money

coming in a ranch hand could make.

Butch.

Did you bring him into it or did he bring you?

No, I guess it doesn't matter now.

- I know I didn't tell you what I was doing,

but I only did it to make money,

so that we could get outta here,

and I can give you the life that you wanted.

We can still have that, but you gotta come with me.

We got to leave right now.

- And go where?

On the run for how long?

Forever?

- As long as we're together.

- What kind of life would we have?

What do I tell our children

when they wanna know where their daddy is?

In jail? Hanged?

No.

Leave.

- Don't do this, Etta. - Now.

Go!

- At some point, Etta,

you're gonna have to stop just looking at life

and start living it.

- She wouldn't go?

- Hell, she hates me now.

- I'm sorry.

- Ah, I'm just trying to make a life, you know?

Think she'd see that ain't easy for man like me.

- We were born too late.

A whole new century just around the corner.

Frontier's almost gone.

Cities sprouting up like weeds.

- I like riding for days without seeing another soul.

Feel my Colts around my hips.

- Barbed wires,

fencing in the ranges.

And now even Tombstone won't let you wear guns

on the streets anymore.

- Yeah? - Railroad's beaten us.

See that glass there?

The bartender said, hey, Lily, what'd you say?

- Oh, the railroad had them make that mirror in Germany.

They sent it all the way by boat in one piece

all around the Cape of Good Hope

and by railroad just to get to this spot.

- See?

All courtesy of the railroad.

I broke the railroad's mirror.

I oughta pay with the railroad's money.

See, Kid... we're just gonna have to change.

- Well, let's change then.

Right after we rob that train.

- They're close.

All right, boys, be alert.

Once we get moving, they can hit us

anywhere between here and Utah.

Watch your target.

Don't be blowin' each other's heads off.

- I can't believe they're gonna try and take us

when they know we're expecting them.

- That's exactly why Butch'll do it.

All aboard!

- Safe locked? - Yes, sir.

- All right, let's bolt this door.

- You still think they're gonna try it?

- You bet your life on it, which ain't worth much to me.

- Thanks.

- They're probably gonna hit us just after crossing

the bridge over to Turkey Creek Gorge.

It's the most remote stretch on the line.

I want you to post a rifleman on top of every car.

They're not getting on this train.

Too late for that, old buddy.

How the hell did you get in here?

- What'd you think?

We're gonna ride down a moving train on horseback?

That's so 19th century.

We bought tickets.

Hand over your guns.

- Guns in the bag, boys.

- Heh!

Well hey, hey, it Elzy Lay.

How you doing, sod buster?

You ain't gonna get away with this, Parker.

- The name's Cassidy now. Butch Cassidy.

Just to show I don't forget those who are good to me,

and bad.

- You're crazy, mister.

- Now why would you say a thing like that?

You fire that peacemaker, Butch,

and I got a dozen men in the next car

just waiting to run in here.

Hey, Butch.

It's time.

- Now get this train moving.

- I guess we'll just have to finish our business

some other time, old friend.

- I guess we will... Unh!

- Excuse me, folks.

I've got some business with the front end of this train.

- I'll be damned.

What the hell you standing around for?

They're getting way, let's go!

Come on!

Come on! Give me that rifle, come on!

Let's go! Get on those damn horses!

Let 'em out, let 'em out!

-Hyah! -Come on, move it!

- Pinkertons, I'll give you one minute to open this door

and leave the car before we blow it open.

You don't want to get hurt

I suggest you come on out of there.

- You and your band of cutthroats can go to hell.

- Open it up.

- You robbing the train? - That's right.

- You're the Hole in the Wall Gang, ain't ya?

- That's us.

- Yeah, I work for Union Pacific

nigh on 10 years.

Found myself a spread in Nebraska.

Finest dirt you ever saw.

That damned railroad, they come in and they took my land,

and they run me out.

Well, you take them damn bastards for all they got.

Oh, and When you finished with the train,

you boys are welcome for dinner.

- Much obliged, but I don't think we'll be staying.

You inside,

I'm fixing open the door and the safe with one load.

- I told you we ain't coming out!

- I know.

I just want to make sure all the single men's up front,

so I don't make too many widows.

Get 'em!

- Hold your ground!

- Let's get on out of here.

It's gonna be a big one.

- They got a whole lot of dynamite on that door.

Hold your fire!

- Get that damned thing open!

- What are you sod busters staring at?

Ride! We're outta here!

- Move it out. Hyah hyah!

- Come on, run! - Let's ride!

- They're dead!

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are dead.

They're blowed up!

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are dead!

- Lord, they were not good men.

Then again, I guess they weren't all bad either.

Lord, I don't know what you're gonna do with them.

And if you can't use them,

I suppose you'll have to give them to the devil.

Lord have mercy on their souls, wherever they may be.

Amen.

- Can't you leave me alone?

I don't have enough left of them to bury in a coffee tin.

- It's a shame we never found their bodies.

I heard you lost your job at the newspaper, Ms. Place.

- Yes, the good people

of Rifle, Colorado don't wanna get their news

from a confederate of ruthless outlaws.

So I'm moving on.

- Where ya headed?

- Anywhere but the West.

- I'm sick of the killing and I'm sick of its killers.

I'm going to Philadelphia.

I've got a family there in civilization.

But I don't understand you, Mr. Durango.

They said you rode with Harry and Butch.

You lived with them and yet you turned on them.

- It was my job.

- Here ya go, Kid.

- Well, how do we look?

- Like dead men.

How does it feel to be dead?

- It feels like it's time to start living.

- We did it.

Law can't touch us here.

- Apparently, your plan perfectly,

except for the part where I thought you really were dead,

cried myself dry with grief, and then being driven

from my home and my job like a pariah.

Had to spend the last month on three trains,

a stagecoach, and a horse,

so maybe I'm not ready to appreciate it.

Is all this for me?

- Yeah.

- Setting up a big fiesta for the church.

Whole valley raising money for a statue of St. Lucia.

- It's solid gold.

- So what are you two do here?

- We keep the banditos in the hills away.

- We're the guards.

Us.

Can you believe it?

- Ironic, you had to travel to another country

to finally go straight.

I am surprised, though.

I thought you two would be bored to tears by now.

- Who's this?

- Sergeant Sanchez.

This is the young lady I was telling you about.

- Senorita Place.

Ahh!

- When did you learn to speak Spanish?

- On the train on the way down here.

- Etta's a photographer.

- A photographer.

- Si.

- Perhaps you could take a photograph of me

and my men sometime.

- How 'bout now?

- Si.

- Give her time.

- Yeah, I'm really, really happy you came down here.

- You didn't give me much of a choice, did you?

Everything...

everyone I love is here.

- I'll make it up to you.

We can start all over.

- Harry, I got an inch of trail dust in my lungs.

Will you be a dear and get me something to drink?

- You're gonna make us pay, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- For what we put you through?

I guess we deserve it.

- That and more.

- Mr. Sundance. - What is it, little partner?

In the church!

- Pelicans?

All right, let's... let's go check it out.

I'll get those pelicans.

- All right.

I'll go see.

Stay there.

Alright, amigos, what's going on in here?

Well, how you boys doing?

Ahh!

- Hey!

- What's going on?

- What's going on?

- Bad men from the hills, banditos.

Sundance is inside with them.

- Boy can't keep his nose out of trouble.

What?

Oh, all right.

- You boys ain't never getting outta here now.

- Hey, what's y'all doing in here?

- Well, what's the hold-up? - Hold-up?

No, this is more like a foul-up.

These boys don't have the first idea

what they're doing.

Not only did they try to rob the place,

plum in the middle of broad daylight, with no escape plan,

and the whole town setting up for a fiesta.

They didn't even cover their faces.

And on top of that, they're robbing a church!

- Oh! - A church?

Which is just about as low as a man can go.

- I gotta agree.

You boys are a disgrace to the profession.

- Silencio! Aah!

- I could have handled myself, Butch.

- Right.

- We didn't get this kind of reception up in Vicksburg.

- That was Grant.

- Huh?

- You stupid fool. You're alive.

- Well, look who's finally happy to see us.

- Oh, don't get a swelled head.

I'm just glad I didn't end up stuck out here alone.

- Amigos, you know what you've done?

You saved the lady.

You saved this town!

Everyone will hear of your great heroism.

- That's exactly what I'm afraid of.

- Is he dead? - Yup, he's dead.

Come on, let's go.

- Thank you, sir.

Saddle up.

- Where we going?

Mexico.

- I thought we were going after Elzy Lay.

- Yeah, well, not anymore.

We're going after Butch and Sundance.

You boys got a problem with that?

- Yeah, Charlie, I've got a problem with that.

Butch and Sundance are dead.

I didn't sign on the chase ghosts.

- They're not ghosts.

- What are you doing? - Um...

- What are you doing here?

Water's still warm if one of you boys

are looking to use it.

- I think you missed Philadelphia

by about 3,000 miles, Ms. Place.

- Where we going?

- Time for me to be moving on.

- Moving on?

Etta just got here.

- Can't stay.

- I thought we were in this together.

- Sundance...

I love her.

Hell, I know that.

I ain't blind, amigo.

And I understand,

'cause she doesn't love you back, right?

- Actually, I think she kind of loves us both.

- I don't think so.

- She's a complicated woman.

- Yeah.

Well then it's good that you're leaving.

- You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, Kid.

- Yeah.

- Unh! Get off me! - Unh!

- From Senor Durango.

- He has her.

I don't need your help.

- Yeah you do.

- You're right. I do.

- Durango.

- Sergeant.

- That's all.

You and your men are taking over my town, eh?

Yeah.

- What about this reward money you're offering?

- So that's what you're after, huh?

Tell you what, you just out of my way like we talked about,

and you get what's coming to ya, greaser.

I hear the sergeant's a friend of yours.

Did you hear how neighborly he got when smelled the dinero?

- Right, and you're doing all this

'cause you believe in it.

- More than you know, honey.

You're a pig.

- Yeah?

And you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?

I can see why Butch and Sundance got you so much.

- I'll bite your lips off if you try anything.

- Oh yeah?

Well, I'm not interested in you... Etta.

I'm just gonna keep you hogtied

till Butch and Sundance come for you.

- They're dead.

- Right. And you've come to Mexico for the altitude.

It's good for your asthma, right?

Yeah. Well, they'll come.

They'll come.

- They got ten Pinkertons around the plaza.

Another 20 soldiers moving in around the building.

- What's that, ten to one, right?

- More like 20.

Could be worse, right?

Look at that stupid yo-yo.

- Kid, look, about Etta.

- Let's just get her back.

All right, so what do we do?

- What we always do.

- Get outta here, ya drunk!

- Unh! Oh! - Come here!

- Butch, guard the door.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- We're rescuing you.

- It's a trap in broad daylight.

Will you get outta here?

- Don't worry, we got it all worked out.

What?

- Let's just go.

- We know what we're doing. - Heh!

Since when?

Did you think this through?

- Of course we did.

- Great, I thought you were outlaws.

Don't you know anything?

- All right, all right.

Let's just get outta here.

- Well, that might be a problem.

Now don't fire until I give you the word.

Cassidy, Sundance, how you doing, boys?

Hey, why don't you come out and I'll let Etta live.

- Tell you what, Durango,

you come in here and discuss it with us

we might let you live.

- You had your chance!

- Steady!

- Give me the bullets out out of those bandoliers.

- How could two grown men be so stupid?

You with your stupid clothes.

You and the stupid way you eat.

And this stupid country with its stupid dust

and stupid heat, and...

I feel so stupid for coming here with the two stupid men

that I love.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I made you come down here.

- You didn't make me do anything, Harry.

I wanted to come.

- If we get out of here, thing that we talked about.

- Yes.

- Yes? - I will.

- You will?

Yoo-hoo!

Come on, boys!

- Etta, I know it doesn't look good,

but if we make it outta here I have to know.

- Yes. - Yes?

- Yes.

Less talking, more shooting.

- Unh!

- Nice shot, Etta.

- Aah!

- Hey, this poster says 50,000 pesos, for our reward,

dead or alive.

- You know what? Let's just rob Durango.

- Sergeant Sanchez!

- I'm listening, senorita.

- Hold your fire.

I wanna talk to you.

I'm coming out.

- Hold your fire, hold your fire!

What are you doing, sergeant?

- Senorita wants to talk... I talk.

- What are you doing?

- What?

- What the hell is she saying?

- What's she saying?

- I dunno

Well what's he saying?

I don't speak Spanish.

What are they doing?

- They're talking.

He just kissed her on the hand.

- You let her go?

What the hell's going on, Sanchez?

- Take off your clothes. - What?

- Get your clothes off. - Etta.

- Just hold your tongue and strip.

- So, after all this,

you don't intend to pay the reward, huh?

You have ordered me around for the last time.

What the heck they doing?

Fuego!

- Unh!

- What the hell you say to them?

- Aah!

- El Pinkertons are no longer with us, mis amigos.

But there's still the matter of a great reward.

This is the last we shall see of Butch Cassidy

and Sundance the kid.

And the money, the reward, goes to Santa Lucia.

- Time to finish our business, Durango.

- Still going on about Mike Cassidy, huh?

You chose the outlaw life, Butch.

You guys are gonna end up, same as you, same as me.

And we just don't know when.

- You're lucky.

You know when.

Now.

- You're not gonna shoot me, Butch.

- Reach for it.

- This here's Wyoming.

I know you swore you wouldn't commit a crime in Wyoming.

You always keep your word, Butch.

- You're right.

You can't stay in Wyoming forever.

- You're right.

I won't.

- There will be time later.

Let's move on.

- Where to?

- Wherever, as long as it's not boring.

- Is that how it's gonna be?

Faking your deaths and moving on for the rest of our lives?

- Been working out so far.

- For you, I've already been to two of your funerals.

- We haven't had a decent one yet.

- Well, I'm in no rush to attend your real one.

Not when I got my two weddings to plan.

Two?

Try and keep up, boys.

- Etta. - Etta, come back here.

Etta Place, just stop that horse right now.