Original subtitles

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

[RUMBLING]

[HORSES NEIGHING]

YAH! YAH!

[MEN SHOUTING]

[HORSES WHINNYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CAVIN.

THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT NEPHEW OF YOURS

WAS GONNA BE WORTH A DAMN.

WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN?

I'LL SET HIM STRAIGHT.

[IMITATING GUNSHOT NOISES]

[LAUGHTER]

THIS AIN'T NO BARN SOCIAL, YOU UNDERSTAND?

I SPOKE UP FOR YOU, SONNY. YOU'D BEST DO RIGHT BY ME.

ALL RIGHT.

HE'LL DO RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S GET IT DONE.

EVERYBODY, GRAB THE CEILING.

Second man: JUST KEEP YOUR DAMN TRAPS SHUT,

AND NOBODY HAS TO GET KILLED.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

OPEN THE SAFE.

I DON'T KNOW THE COMBINATION.

CAVIN.

DAMN CITY BOY.

[SCREAMING]

NOW, YOU WANT TO KEEP THE OTHER 9 FINGERS?

OPEN THE SAFE.

AHH!

'SCUSE ME, MA'AM.

YOU'RE DOLLY SLOAN, AREN'T YOU?

HOW WOULD A GREEN KID LIKE YOU

BE KNOWING SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU.

LOOK, I GOT IT IN HERE SOMEWHERE.

LITTLE DIME NOVELS, HUH?

"HARLOT WITH A HEART." RIGHT HERE.

WELL, TAKE IT FROM ONE WHO'S BEEN THERE, BOY,

THEY DON'T ALWAYS GET IT RIGHT.

EVEN SO, I'D BE MUCH OBLIGED IF YOU'D MARK MY COPY.

COLUMN, RIGHT.

MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.

HEY, BOYS.

WELL, WHAT BRINGS YOU TO TOWN TODAY?

THERE'S BLUE BOYS OUT THERE.

Soldier: COMPANY...DISMOUNT.

HOW WAS YOUR RIDE?

OFFICER'S DUTY, MA'AM. HOW DO YOU DO?

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Man: HURRY UP. HURRY. LET'S GO.

[SCREAMING]

QUIT YOUR SQUIRMING!

MISS SLOAN.

LET'S RIDE.

COME ON.

DON'T LET ME DIE.

HEY, WAIT FOR ME!

SONNY!

BADGER!

GET UP! COME ON, COME ON!

GET UP HERE!

HE-YAH! HE-YAH!

ALL RIGHT, THROW THOSE BAGS

ONTO GINGER.

WHAT WENT WRONG?

NOTHIN'. HELL, IT WENT REAL GOOD.

Man: KNOX, WHERE'S THE REST OF 'EM?

WENT DOWN. WACO, TOO.

I DIDN'T SEE NOBODY ELSE.

ALL RIGHT, LISTEN UP.

WE GOT A HARD ROAD AHEAD OF US.

AND SOME OF YOU AIN'T GONNA MAKE IT.

I CAN RIDE, BLACKJACK. YOU AIN'T GOTTA WORRY NONE.

Blackjack: ANY MAN WHO CAN KEEP UP WITH ME,

I'LL SEE YOU IN CHIHUAHUA.

THE REST OF YOU, I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL.

COME ON.

HO!

HO! HO!

THEY'RE COMING. LET'S KEEP PUSHING IT.

WHAT ABOUT BADGER?

WHAT ABOUT HIM?

HE'S HURT REAL BAD. HE'S GONNA NEED TO REST.

WELL, WHY DON'T WE MAKE CAMP

SO HE CAN HAVE A NICE, LONG NAP?

HE'S YOUR BROTHER.

Blackjack: THINK I GIVE A DAMN?

WE GOT A POSSE OF MEN BEHIND US,

RIDING FRESH HORSES,

JUST ITCHIN' TO HANG US ALL.

I'M ALL RIGHT, KID.

TIME'S A-WASTIN', BLACKJACK.

I CAN KEEP UP.

LET'S GO.

BADGER, GIVE ME YOUR REINS.

COME ON.

HOLD ON TO YOUR SADDLE HORN.

I DON'T SEE ANY QUITTING.

ALL RIGHT. WE'LL RIDE THROUGH THE NIGHT.

LET'S PICK IT UP.

YEAH! WE'RE THE BLACKJACK BRITTON GANG!

AIN'T NO BUMS OR QUITTERS HERE, EH, BOYS?

LET'S GO!

WHOO!

BADGER'S DOWN!

HOLD IT UP.

WHOA.

I RECKON IT'S OVER FOR ME NOW.

Blackjack: FEAR SO, BADGER.

DO ME A LAST KINDNESS, JACK,

AND END IT.

I CAN'T SPARE THE BULLET.

[GROANS]

CAVIN, WILL YOU?

WE GOT TO RIDE, BADGE.

YOU'RE JUST GONNA LEAVE HIM HERE LIKE THIS?

WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST, BOY?

AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL...

UNTIL WHAT?

UNTIL THAT POSSE RIDES UP?

YEAH. YOU WANT TO READ HIM A PRAYER, GO AHEAD.

SO LONG, BADGER.

SO LONG...

BLACKJACK.

[LABORED BREATHING]

Man: LET'S GO!

ALL RIGHT, MOVE IT OUT.

GIDDAP!

Badger: DON'T BE A FOOL.

GO WITH THEM.

IT JUST AIN'T RIGHT.

NOT MUCH IN LIFE IS.

IT SURE AS HELL

AIN'T LIKE THEM DIME NOVELS

YOU GOT IN YOUR SADDLEBAG, IS IT?

THERE--THERE'S A WAY OUT OF THIS,

IF YOU ACT QUICK.

I NEVER SHOT NOBODY BEFORE.

[GUNSHOT]

MAYBE YOU'RE WORTH A DAMN AFTER ALL.

I WANT TO GO HOME.

IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE FOR THAT.

COME ON NOW.

GET UP.

COME ON. YOU HEAR ME?

YAH!

[GUNSHOT] SONNY!

HURRY UP! COME ON!

LET'S GO!

[GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING]

SON OF A BITCH!

COME ON!

IT'S NOT WORTH DYING FOR.

BLACKJACK!

BLACKJACK, LET'S GET OUT NOW!

COME ON!

[HORSE GROANS]

[WIND BLOWING]

THIS SURE AS HELL AIN'T MEXICO.

WINDS MUST HAVE GOT US TURNED AROUND.

Blackjack: LET'S MOVE IT.

IT MUST GO SOMEWHERE.

ANYWHERE IS BETTER THAN WHERE WE'VE BEEN.

ALL RIGHT, WE'RE HEADING OUT.

LET'S KEEP A SHARP EYE.

ALL RIGHT, LOOKS LIKE WE GOT US A TOWN UP AHEAD,

SO RIDE IN NICE AND EASY

AND BE READY FOR ANYTHING.

[METAL CLANGING]

OH, MY. WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?

I THINK I'M GONNA LIKE THIS TOWN.

KEEP YOUR MIND ON BUSINESS.

HERE COMES THE LAW.

WELCOME TO REFUGE, STRANGERS.

THANK YOU, SHERIFF.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SEEN SOME TROUBLE.

AIN'T THAT A FACT? WE'RE DROVERS.

WE WAS MOVING A HERD UP FROM CHIHUAHUA

WHEN APACHES ATTACKED.

THEY STOLE THE HERD.

THEY KILLED SOME OF US. THEY WOUNDED OTHERS.

THEN THEY DROVE US IN HERE.

THE PROBLEM IS, WE WASN'T DUE TO GET PAID

TILL WE DELIVERED THE HERD TO SWEETWATER,

SO WE'RE A LITTLE SHORT ON MONEY, TOO.

WELL, THAT SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM.

YOU'LL FIND REFUGE

IS A CHARITABLE, FRIENDLY LITTLE TOWN.

YOU CAN STABLE YOUR HORSES.

YOUR MEN CAN HAVE FREE DRINKS IN THE SALOON,

BED AND TABLE IN THE HOTEL.

THAT'S MIGHTY NEIGHBORLY OF YOU, SHERIFF.

AIN'T IT, BOYS?

Sheriff: YOU'RE WELCOME TO STAY

JUST AS LONG AS IT TAKES YOU

TO HEAL UP YOUR WOUNDED

AND GET BACK ON YOUR FEET.

I'M MUCH OBLIGED.

SHERIFF, CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE THE TELEGRAPH OFFICE IS?

I'LL NEED TO CONTACT THE OWNER OF THE HERD.

WELL, WE'RE A LITTLE OFF THE BEATEN TRACK HERE

FOR THAT.

THERE'S NO TELEGRAPH OFFICE,

NO NEWSPAPERS. IN FACT,

ASIDE FROM THE OCCASIONAL STRANGER

SUCH AS YOURSELVES,

WE DON'T HAVE MUCH CONTACT

WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD.

IS THAT A FACT?

DEPUTY GLEN, WILL YOU SHOW THESE GENTS

WHERE THEY CAN PUT UP THEIR HORSES?

DOC WOODS WILL BE HAPPY

TO TREAT YOUR WOUNDED.

ROSE, WILL YOU SHOW THEM

TO THE DOC'S OFFICE, PLEASE?

IMAGINE THE REST OF YOU BOYS

HAVE BUILT UP A MIGHTY THIRST.

THE SALOON'S RIGHT OVER THERE.

ALL RIGHT, BOYS, LET'S UNLATCH THESE SADDLES.

OH, THERE IS JUST ONE THING.

WHAT'S THAT?

I WOULD APPRECIATE IT, WHILE YOU'RE IN REFUGE,

THAT YOU DON'T CURSE.

[MEN CHUCKLING]

EXCEPT FOR THE SALOON, OF COURSE.

OF COURSE. THANK YOU.

THIS WAY, GENTLEMEN.

[MEN LAUGHING]

COME ON, BOYS.

WELL, LADS, WHAT'LL BE YOUR PLEASURE?

A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE ANYWAY?

AND WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING OUT

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?

MAYBE THEY'S MENNONITES. HEARD THEY HAD COLONIES

SCATTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Rose: FOLLOW ME, PLEASE.

YES, MA'AM.

SO, BEAUTIFUL LITTLE TOWN YOU GOT HERE.

YES, IT IS BEAUTIFUL.

HOW LONG IS IT THAT YOU HAVE LIVED HERE?

5 YEARS, 1 WEEK, AND 2 DAYS.

THAT'S AMAZING HOW YOU JUST KNOW THAT,

LIKE, EXACTLY TO THE DAY.

WELL, I KNOW IT'S SILLY,

BUT I TEND TO KEEP TRACK OF THINGS LIKE THAT.

IT APPEARS I'M BACK IN BUSINESS.

HELLO, DOC.

STEP INSIDE, GENTLEMEN.

I SWEAR I RECOGNIZE THAT SHERIFF FROM SOMEWHERE.

I JUST CAN'T PLACE HIM.

LUCKY HE DIDN'T PLACE YOU.

YEAH. YOU NOTICE HE WASN'T PACKING.

YEAH. NEITHER WAS THE DEPUTY.

NO, I DIDN'T SEE A GUN IN THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN.

ARE YOU THINKING WHAT I'M THINKING?

ALL RIGHT, YOU'RE NEXT, SON.

I THINK IT'S JUST A FLESH WOUND.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IT IS.

WELL, YOU'RE LUCKY.

I DON'T FEEL LUCKY.

YOU JUST LOST A FEW INCHES OF BABY FAT.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN WICHITA?

WHY? IS THAT WHERE YOU'RE FROM?

YEAH, FROM JUST OUTSIDE OF THERE.

MOM'S GOT A LITTLE FARM.

WHY, YOU'VE BEEN THERE?

I WAS THERE ONCE.

IT WAS LONG BEFORE YOU WERE BORN.

AAH!

Rose: HOW MANY MEN HAVE YOU KILLED?

WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME A QUESTION LIKE THAT?

YOUR RAMROD SAID YOU'RE DROVERS, RIGHT?

THAT'S RIGHT.

AND THAT YOUR CATTLE WERE STOLEN BY THE INDIANS.

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.

WELL, DID THEY STEAL YOUR ROPES, TOO?

MY ROPES?

YES. I SEE YOUR HORSES,

AND I ONLY SEE 2 OR 3 ROPES.

NO BRANDING IRONS.

AREN'T COWBOYS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A LOT OF ROPES?

YOU SURE DO ASK A LOT OF QUESTIONS YOURSELF.

WELL, I GUESS YOU WANT TO BE JOINING YOUR FRIENDS NOW.

I ONLY KILLED ONE MAN.

HE, UH...

HE BEGGED ME TO DO IT.

.45.

.44-40.

.45.

AND...

.45.

NOT MANY INDIANS USE A .45.

WELL, WE KNEW THEY WASN'T DROVERS.

SO, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

WE'LL WALK SOFTLY,

GIVE THEM PLENTY OF ROOM.

MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE PEACEFULLY.

MAYBE THEY'LL DROP US A LITTLE THANK-YOU NOTE

ON THE WAY OUT OF TOWN.

IT DON'T WORK THAT WAY, SHERIFF.

YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM TO KEEP ON RIDING.

THIS JOB'S YOURS IF YOU WANT IT, GLEN.

I'D JUST AS SOON GO OFF

AND SET UNDER A BIG TREE.

BELIEVE ME, I'D RATHER.

Man: NO, FORREST,

NOBODY WOULD BLAME YOU FOR IT, EITHER.

LOOK, THE LAST MAN WE WANT

HANDLING THIS THING IS GLEN.

WHY, HE'D SHOOT THE EYES OUT OF A DOVE

FOR SINGING TOO EARLY IN THE DAY.

BROOKS IS RIGHT. IF WE GOT A HOPE

OF GETTING OUT OF THIS JACKPOT,

I'M PINNING IT ON FORREST.

THAT BUNCH JUST RIDE OUT?

YOU GOT ABOUT AS MUCH CHANCE OF THAT

AS A ONE-LEGGED MAN AT A...

[TAP TAP]

RAT STOMP.

WE GOT ANY OTHER CHOICE?

[LAUGHTER]

YOU'VE HAD YOUR SORRY MOMENTS,

BUT ALL IN ALL, I'D SAY YOU DID THE FAMILY REAL PROUD.

I DID?

YEP. YOU ACQUITTED YOURSELF REAL GOOD

FOR A GREEN FARM BOY.

NEXT TIME I WRITE ESTHER, I'M GONNA TELL HER SO.

Blackjack: EXCUSE ME.

YOU'RE THE DOC, RIGHT?

AND YOU ARE?

SMITH. JACK SMITH.

I JUST WANT TO THANK YOU

FOR PATCHING UP MY BOYS.

THINK NOTHING OF IT.

COME ON IN.

LET ME STAND YOU TO A DRINK.

THAT'S MIGHTY TEMPTING, BUT...

I DON'T DRINK ANYMORE.

WELL, THAT'S A SHAME.

NICE TO MEET YOU, MR...

SMITH.

YOU KNOW, IT'S THE DAMNEDEST THING,

BUT I SWEAR

I'VE SEEN THAT MAN SOMEWHERE BEFORE.

HUH. HE WAS IN WICHITA ONCE.

[CHURCH BELL CLANGS]

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

EXCUSE ME, MR. SMITH.

I HAVE TO GO FOR AN HOUR,

SO PLEASE TELL YOUR MEN

TO HELP THEMSELVES TO WHATEVER THEY'D LIKE.

[CLANG]

[HORSES NEIGH]

[CLANG]

YEAH, YOU SEE? I TOLD YOU.

THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN IS FULL OF BIBLE THUMPERS.

HE'S RIGHT, BOSS.

NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF DAMN CHEEK-TURNERS.

[CLANG]

IT'S GONNA BE REAL EASY.

WHAT'S GONNA BE EASY?

[CLANG]

IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS.

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

HOW'S THE LEG?

IT HURTS.

BULLETS TEND TO DO THAT.

UH-HUH.

EVENING, MISS. MAY I HAVE A MINUTE?

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

LISTEN. UH, THE MAN I SHOT,

HE WAS DYING IN THE DESERT,

AND HE BEGGED EVERYONE TO SHOOT HIM,

BUT NO ONE WOULD.

THEY WERE GONNA LEAVE HIM TO THE BUZZARDS.

[MEN TALKING]

WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?

BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU TO MISJUDGE ME.

WHY SHOULD YOU CARE WHAT I THINK OF YOU?

BECAUSE I LIKE YOU.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

LEO.

DILLARD.

MOST EVERYONE JUST CALLS ME SONNY.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

ROSE.

ROSE, HUH?

THAT'S A MIGHTY PRETTY NAME.

ROSE WHAT?

JUST ROSE.

WELL...

I RECKON IT FITS YOU PRETTY GOOD.

YOU KNOW, YOUR GRAMMAR IS TERRIBLE.

YOU KNOW HOW TO READ?

YEAH. I READ ALL THE TIME.

IN FACT, I...

IT'S A DIME NOVEL.

YEAH. DIME NOVELS.

HA HA!

HEY, SONNY!

WHY DON'T YOU BRING HER OVER FOR A DRINK?

THIS IS THE DAMNEDEST SALOON I EVER SAW.

WHO'S THAT?

THAT'S MY UNCLE.

HE GETS KIND OF MEAN WHEN HE'S DRUNK.

WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE WOMEN?

I'M GETTING REAL LONELY.

DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID, BOY?

MEAN WHEN HE AIN'T, TOO.

LOOK AT YOU,

HUGGING ALL THE WHORES.

SHE AIN'T A WHORE, UNCLE GUTHRIE.

I DON'T CARE IF SHE'S A NUN.

THEY'RE ALL WHORES!

UNH!

YOU KNOW, YOU SHOULDN'T BE WALKING AROUND WITH BOYS

WHEN THERE'S REAL MEN IN TOWN.

HOW ABOUT ME AND YOU CRACK SOME CALICO?

NO, PLEASE.

DON'T.

NO, FORREST, YOU CAN'T!

[COCKS GUN]

WHAT'S THE MATTER, SHERIFF?

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS, DON'T YOU?

[DOG BARKING]

SORRY.

IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.

I'M OBLIGED FOR THAT, SON.

YOU GONNA PUT HIM IN JAIL?

WE DON'T HAVE A JAIL.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

EVERY TOWN'S GOT A JAIL.

WELL, THIS ONE DOESN'T.

WHY'S EVERYONE JUST STANDING HERE?

WHY DIDN'T YOU DRAW YOUR GUN?

YOU BEST GET HIM TO BED.

GOOD NIGHT, SONNY.

Y'ALL GO TO BED.

SONNY. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?

I DIDN'T SEE.

I THINK, UH...

I THINK HE FELL.

MORE LIKELY, SOMEBODY FELL HIM.

GET HIM OFF THE STREET.

GLORIOUS DAY, GLEN.

YEP.

BEAUTIFUL MORNING, BROOKS.

INDEED, BROTHER LAMB.

MORNING.

MORNING, SONNY.

HI. MORNING, SHERIFF.

MR. SMITH UP AND ABOUT?

NO. I AIN'T SEEN HIM YET.

I'D LIKE TO SPEAK TO HIM WHEN YOU SEE HIM.

I'LL MAKE SURE TO TELL HIM.

HEY, SIR?

HOW LONG IS IT

THAT YOU BEEN SHERIFF OF THIS TOWN?

OH, THE BETTER PART OF 10 YEARS. WHY?

NOTHING.

YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T SEEM

AS SEASONED AS THE REST.

HOW'D YOU FALL IN WITH THIS BUNCH ANYHOW?

I BEGGED MY UNCLE TO COME ALONG WITH HIM.

ON THE CATTLE DRIVE?

BET BY NOW YOU WISH YOU HADN'T, HUH?

YES, SIR.

Cavin: I FEEL LIKE I WAS ET BY A COYOTE

AND CRAPPED OFF A CLIFF.

HEY, SONNY!

DID YOU SEE WHICH ONE OF THEM BIBLE THUMPERS

BUSHWHACKED ME?

NO, SIR.

CAVIN, I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR NEPHEW

AND CHECK THE GENERAL STORE.

WE'RE GONNA NEED AMMO.

PROBABLY DON'T HAVE ANY.

CHECK ANYWAY.

WHAT WILL I USE FOR MONEY?

YOUR IMAGINATION.

SIR.

WHAT?

SHERIFF SAID HE WANTED TO SEE YOU.

HE SAY WHAT ABOUT?

NO, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

WE GOT COMPANY.

MORNING.

THE BOY SAID YOU WANTED TO SEE ME.

CARE FOR A CUP OF JAVA?

BE OBLIGED.

SO HOW DO YOU LIKE OUR LITTLE TOWN, MR. SMITH?

IT'LL DO.

SO, UH, WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

ONE OF YOUR MEN

GOT OUT OF LINE LAST NIGHT.

HE USED FOUL LANGUAGE

TOWARD ONE OF OUR WOMEN.

THAT WOULD BE CAVIN.

YES. I BELIEVE IT WAS.

I WISH YOU'D SPEAK TO HIM.

I'LL DO THAT, SHERIFF,

BUT CAVIN SEEMED TO HAVE A GRIEVANCE OF HIS OWN.

SEEMS THAT ONE OF YOUR CITIZENS

HIT HIM OVER THE HEAD.

WELL, I DOUBT IF IT WAS ONE OF MY PEOPLE.

YOU CALLING HIM A LIAR?

NO. I ONLY SAID

I DIDN'T SEE ONE OF MY PEOPLE DO IT.

NOW, HE WAS BLIND DRUNK.

MAYBE HE PASSED OUT

AND JUST DIDN'T WANT TO OWN UP TO IT.

YEAH. MAYBE SO.

SO YOU WILL TALK TO HIM.

LOOK. HE GIVES YOU ANY MORE TROUBLE,

WHY DON'T YOU JUST THROW HIM IN JAIL?

THAT IS, IF YOU GOT THE SAND.

I HAD HOPED

IT WOULDN'T COME TO THAT, MR. SMITH.

WE HAVE EXTENDED OUR HOSPITALITY.

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT WE HAVE.

THAT'S ENOUGH, GLEN.

THE LEAST WE CAN EXPECT IN RETURN

IS FOR YOU TO CONTROL YOUR MEN.

I CAN PROMISE YOU ONE THING, SHERIFF.

MY MEN WILL DO EXACTLY WHAT I TELL THEM TO.

THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING.

EVERYTHING ELSE ALL RIGHT AT THE HOTEL?

YOUR WOUNDED BEING TENDED TO?

EVERYTHING'S FINE.

MIND IF I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

NOT AT ALL.

IN ALL MY YEARS ON THE FRONTIER,

I NEVER RUN ACROSS A SHERIFF THAT WASN'T ARMED.

HOW COME YOU AIN'T PACKING?

WELL, WE NEVER FOUND THE NEED IN REFUGE.

WHAT, THERE ARE NO GUNS IN THIS WHOLE TOWN?

WE HAVE OUR OWN WAYS HERE, MR. SMITH.

DAMN RIGHT.

THANKS FOR THE COFFEE.

A PLEASURE.

YOU ARE WALKING A THIN LINE.

THAT MAN ALL BUT SLAPPED YOU IN THE FACE

WITH A GLOVE, SHERIFF.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

YOU SAID "DAMN" TWICE.

JUST KEEP HIM BUSY FOR A WHILE.

[BELLS JINGLING]

MORNING, GENTS.

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

OH. WE'S JUST LOOKING.

PLEASE LOOK.

SURE GOT A LOT OF STUFF HERE

FOR BEING SO FAR FROM ANYWHERE.

YES. WE HAVE THE LATEST OF EVERYTHING.

YOU GOT ANY DIME NOVELS?

NO. I'M SORRY,

BUT, UH, WE DO CARRY ALL THE CLASSICS.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO CHECK OUT THE CLASSICS, SON.

YOU GET A WHOLE LOT MORE OUT OF THEM

THAN YOU WOULD THOSE DIME NOVELS.

YOU KNOW, I NEVER HAD MUCH USE FOR READING MYSELF

BEFORE I CAME HERE.

NOW I FIND THAT I--

WHAT'S THE MATTER, SON?

DO I HAVE A SMUDGE OF FLOUR ON MY FACE?

NO. I'M SORRY. ANYONE EVER SAY

THAT YOU KIND OF LOOK LIKE JESSE JAMES?

WELL, NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT,

AND MAN IN TULSA ONCE SAID THAT TO ME.

WHY? DID YOU-- DID YOU KNOW JESSE?

OH, NO,

BUT I READ QUITE A BIT ABOUT HIM,

AND I SAW SOME LIKENESSES,

ALTHOUGH, UH, I THINK HE WAS

A LITTLE BIT TALLER THAN YOU ARE.

YEAH. THAT'S WHAT THE MAN IN TULSA SAID, TOO.

[THUMPING]

NICE SHOP YOU GOT HERE.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. I'M RATHER PROUD OF IT.

LIKE I SAID, WE'RE JUST LOOKING.

OF COURSE.

THANK YOU, UH, SIR.

[CHEERING]

HELP YOURSELF, BOYS.

THIS TOWN'S EASY PICKING.

Man: MAYBE YOU DIDN'T GET AWAY

AS CLEAN AS YOU THOUGHT.

SO WHAT?

I DON'T SEE NO BOLD MOVES

BEING MADE OUR WAY.

I DON'T THINK THEY GOT AN OUNCE OF BOLD

BETWEEN THE BUNCH OF THEM.

I'M SICK AND TIRED OF ACTING POLITE.

TELL THE BOYS THEY CAN START

TO HAVE THEIR WAY WITH THIS TOWN.

[WHOOPING AND SHOOTING]

OHH! I LIKE TO WATCH THAT DANNY RIDE,

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

OH, OH!

Man: USE THE WHIP!

GET OUR PEOPLE OFF THE STREET.

OH, DEAR. OH.

YOUR MEN SEEM TO HAVE A LOT OF TIME

ON THEIR HANDS.

YEAH. WHAT OF IT?

MAYBE THEY'D LIKE TO SPLIT SOME WOOD,

STAY BUSY, SORT OF EARN THEIR KEEP.

EARN THEIR KEEP?

YEAH. IT SEEMS

LIKE A REASONABLE SUGGESTION.

WHERE'S THE PILE?

I'LL SPLIT SOME WOOD. HECK, IT'S THE LEAST--

YOU CHOP NOTHING, BOY.

ANYTHING ELSE, SHERIFF?

YES. I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU ASKED YOUR MEN

TO SLOW DOWN THESE HORSES

AND STOP THROWING KNIVES AT OUR CHURCH.

WHY DON'T YOU TELL THEM?

I DOUBT THEY'D LISTEN TO ME.

THEN YOU GOT YOURSELF A PROBLEM, SHERIFF.

YES. IT APPEARS I DO.

YOU MISERABLE LITTLE BASTARD.

I OUGHT TO PISTOL-WHIP YOU.

YOU LISTENING?

GET US SOME WHISKEY. GO ON.

OH. YOU OWE ME ANOTHER 5.

Forrest: THERE'S A BARN OUT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN.

MAYBE YOU COULD TAKE YOUR KNIFE THROWING OUT THERE.

NAH. THAT'S TOO FAR TO WALK.

WELL, THEN WHAT IF I SET A PLANK UP FOR YOU

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET?

WE'RE DOING JUST FINE RIGHT HERE.

I AM ASKING YOU NICELY

TO STOP THROWING KNIVES AT OUR CHURCH.

HA HA HA!

HA HA HA!

NOW, I'M ASKING YOU TO STOP.

THIS OUGHT TO BE INTERESTING.

[THUNDER]

5 BUCKS SAYS YOU CAN'T PUT IT

RIGHT IN THE WINDPIPE.

[THUNDER]

[SCREAMING]

THAT SHERIFF IS EITHER LUCKY

OR...

OR WHAT?

LET'S GO INSIDE AND DRINK.

Man: GO! GO! HYAH!

GO! GO! HYAH!

[HORSES GALLOPING]

GO! COME ON! COME ON! HYAH!

COME ON! HYAH! HYAH! GO!

GO!

GO!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

HYAH! HYAH!

WHOA! HO! HO!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

WHERE ARE WE?

THERE'S NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.

COME INSIDE.

Forrest: ALL RIGHT, FOLKS.

FORREST,

I GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOU.

IT'S TIME YOU PACKED YOUR GRIP, SON.

COME NOON SUNDAY, YOU'RE GOING HOME.

HYAH!

HYAH! HYAH! HYAH!

HYAH! HYAH! HYAH!

COME ON! COME ON! HYAH!

HYAH! HYAH!

WHY, I SEE YOU GOT A SALOON.

YEP, BUT YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE.

ONE STEP THROUGH THOSE DOORS,

AND IT'S ALL OVER.

SEEMS LIKE A LOT OF DAMN RULES.

HUP! NO CURSING, EITHER.

YOU CAME IN LAST NIGHT

ON A STAGECOACH, RIGHT?

SONNY, THIS IS NO CONCERN OF YOURS.

I WANT TO KNOW HOW SHE CAN BE STANDING HERE

ALIVE AND BREATHING

WHEN I SAW HER DEAD IN SWEETWATER.

MAYBE YOU WERE THINKING OF SOMEONE ELSE.

NO. SHE DIED IN MY ARMS.

FIRST PERSON I EVER SAW GOT KILLED.

I AIN'T LIKELY TO BE MISTAKEN

ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

DO YOU DENY IT? YOU'RE DOLLY SLOAN,

HARLOT WITH A HEART.

DOLLY SLOAN?

OH, YOU MEAN THE LADY GAMBLER.

YEAH. I'VE BEEN TOLD I LOOK A LOT LIKE HER.

SORRY, YOUNG MAN, BUT MY NAME IS, UH...

IVY.

I KNOW WHAT I SAW. WHAT ABOUT THAT STAGE

THAT DISAPPEARED INTO THIN AIR LAST NIGHT?

HOW ARE Y'ALL GONNA EXPLAIN THAT?

PLEASE. JUST LET IT BE.

I CAN'T.

YOU HAVE TO, SONNY.

NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US,

WE'RE SHOWING IVY THE TOWN.

HOLLIDAY, DRAW!

THAT'S A PRETTY DANGEROUS GAME

YOU'RE PLAYING THERE, SON.

YOU GONNA DENY YOU'RE DOC HOLLIDAY?

A MAN SNEAKS UP ON YOU AND CALLS YOU OUT,

YOU'RE GONNA REACT.

I DON'T CARE IF THEY CALL YOU MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS!

DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.

SUPPOSE YOU TELL ME.

WELL, SOMEHOW, I DON'T HAVE THAT WHOLE THING FIGURED OUT,

BUT Y'ALL AIN'T DEAD THE WAY PEOPLE THINK.

THIS TOWN HERE'S SOME SORT OF HOLE IN THE WALL

FOR FAMOUS OUTLAWS LOOKING TO RETIRE.

YOU DON'T SAY?

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DO!

SEE FORREST, HE'S WILD BILL HICKOK,

AND THAT DEPUTY OF HIS

LOOKS JUST LIKE, UH, BILLY THE KID.

HOW ABOUT THE GUY WHO OWNS THE GENERAL STORE

RIGHT OVER THERE?

BROOKS?

YEAH. BROOKS. IF HE AIN'T JESSE JAMES,

I'LL EAT MY HAT.

EXCEPT I ALWAYS THOUGHT JESSE WAS TALLER.

AND THEN THERE'S THAT FARMER.

HE LOOKS JUST LIKE LEFTY SLADE.

AND WHAT FAMOUS OUTLAW IS ROSE?

I DON'T KNOW.

SHE AIN'T IN ANY OF MY BOOKS, BUT...

YOU SEE, WHAT DON'T MAKE SENSE TO ME IS,

IF YOU ARE ALL THOSE PEOPLE,

THEN WHY ARE Y'ALL EATING BLACKJACK'S CROW?

WITH YOUR ABILITY WITH GUNS, YOU COULD HANDLE HIM EASY.

BLACKJACK? YOU MEAN MR. SMITH?

SO THAT'S BLACKJACK BRITTON.

I'VE HEARD OF HIM.

HE CUT A REAL WIDE SWATH THROUGH MISSOURI.

WHAT'S A FARM KID LIKE YOU DOING

RIDING WITH THE LIKES OF HIM?

LISTEN. I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO LET ON.

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL--

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL FORREST, ARE YOU?

FORREST ISN'T AS DUMB AS YOU THINK.

I SUGGEST THAT YOU REFLECT REAL HARD

ON YOUR SITUATION, SON.

A FEW BAD CHOICES,

AND A MAN CAN LOSE HIS SOUL.

[LAMB WHISTLING]

MORNING.

MORNING THERE, YOUNG FELLA.

YOU SEEN ROSE?

NOPE. HAVEN'T SEEN HER.

YOU'RE LEFTY, AREN'T YOU?

LEFTY?

LEFTY SLADE.

EXCUSE ME?

YOU WERE KILLED IN TOMBSTONE,

3 SHOTS TO THE CHEST

AND ONE TO THE LEFT WRIST.

MY NAME'S LAMB.

YEAH? THEN WHAT'S THAT?

I KILLED MEN FOR LESS THAN THAT.

I KNOW.

CYRUS BOUDRIE AT DODGE

AND PEE WEE WINTERS WHEN HE LAUGHED

AT YOUR SHOESHINE.

IT WASN'T OVER ANY SHOESHINE.

THAT'S WHAT IT SAID

IN "THE BLAZING GUN OF LEFTY SLADE."

WELL, THAT FOOL WRITER NEVER EVEN TALKED TO ME.

BESIDES, I GOT NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU.

HOO HOO HOO!

HEY!

WHOO! YAHOO!

HA HA HA!

HEY! GET OUT OF THERE! THAT'S MY GARDEN!

GET OUT OF MY GARDEN!

HA HA HA!

WHOO!

HYAH!

GET OUT OF THERE!

HA HA!

COME ON!

HYAH!

AAH!

SON OF A--

OHH!

UNH!

AAH!

Rose: LAMB.

LAMB, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

8 YEARS.

I THOUGHT I WAS BEYOND IT, BUT...

I'M SO SORRY, LAMB.

ME, TOO.

[BIRD CAWING]

[BIRD CAWING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[MEN WHOOPING AND SHOOTING]

BLACKJACK BRITTON?

HOW'D YOU KNOW?

THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT.

YOU'RE NO LONGER WELCOME IN REFUGE.

COLLECT YOUR MEN AND RIDE OUT.

SHERIFF...

YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED?

YOU NEED YOURSELF

A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PISTOL-WHUPPING.

Man: COME ON, BOSS, BRING HIM DOWN!

COME ON, BLACKJACK!

GLEN, NO, NO, NO.

TO HELL WITH THIS.

Cavin: BLOW HIM AWAY, BLACKJACK.

NOBODY WILL DO NOTHING.

THIS WHOLE TOWN IS FULL OF COWARDS!

[RUMBLING]

[NEIGH]

[BELL RINGING]

[PEOPLE YELLING]

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

I WANT EVERY MAN JACK

IN THE SALOON RIGHT NOW.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

HEY.

NOT YOU.

ALL RIGHT. DRINK UP, BOYS.

COME SUNUP, WE'RE GONNA RIDE BACK INTO THAT DESERT

AND HEAD SOUTH FOR CHIHUAHUA.

WHAT ABOUT SUPPLIES?

TAKE WHATEVER THE HELL YOU CAN CARRY.

ANYBODY MAKES A FUSS, KILL THEM.

Cavin: EXCEPT FOR THAT LITTLE GIRLFRIEND OF MY NEPHEW'S.

YOU ALL JUST LEAVE HER TO ME.

Y'ALL KNOW WHERE ROSE IS?

ROSE.

SONNY.

I GOT TO TALK TO YOU.

YOU CAN COME ON OUT. I PROMISE I WON'T LOOK.

YOU CAN TURN AROUND.

LISTEN. HAVE YOU S--

WHAT IS THAT AROUND YOUR NECK?

LEFTY SLADE HAD SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON HIS WRIST.

I SUPPOSE IF I SAW FORREST WITH HIS HAT OFF,

HE'D HAVE ONE OF THOSE ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD

WHERE BROKEN NOSE JACK McCALL

SHOT WILD BILL HICKOK.

ROSE...

IS THAT HOW YOU DIED?

YES.

I WAS THE FIRST WOMAN

EVER TO BE HANGED IN THE ARIZONA TERRITORY.

I WAS 19 AT THE TIME.

YOU'RE BETTY McCULLOUGH...

THE ONE WHO HACKED HER FATHER TO DEATH

WITH A MEAT CLEAVER.

EVERYONE FORGOT TO MENTION

HOW HE HAD HIS DIRTY HANDS ALL OVER ME

SINCE I WAS 12.

IS REFUGE LIKE A PLACE WHERE YOU GET A SECOND CHANCE?

LAST CHANCE IS MORE LIKE IT.

LISTEN.

I WAS THINKING THAT I MIGHT STAY BEHIND

WHEN THE REST LEAVE, BUT, UM--

I LIKE YOU, SONNY...

A LOT...

BUT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO RIDE OUT WITH THEM

WHEN THEY LEAVE TOMORROW.

WELL, THAT'S WHAT I CAME HERE TO TELL YOU.

THEY'RE GONNA TEAR UP THE TOWN.

I HEARD THEM SAY IT.

IF Y'ALL DON'T DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT,

Y'ALL MIGHT END UP DEAD BY THE TIME THEY LEAVE.

DYING IS NOT WHAT BOTHERS US.

THAT WAS THE EASY PART,

AND IF YOU FIGURED IT OUT

LIKE YOU SAY YOU HAVE,

YOU KNOW IT GOES WAY BEYOND THAT.

OK. SO MAYBE I CAN HELP.

I'LL TALK TO FORREST AND THE REST OF THEM.

MAYBE I CAN CONVINCE THEM

THAT THEY GOT TO DO SOMETHING TO GET OUT OF THIS.

NO. IT WOULDN'T DO ANY GOOD.

OK.

ALL RIGHT.

I'LL ASK THEM.

I'M NOT PROMISING ANYTHING.

WHEN?

TONIGHT AT CHURCH.

I'LL BE WAITING OUTSIDE.

YOU'RE A NICE YOUNG MAN, SONNY.

[SIGH]

I WISH I HAD MET YOU IN A DIFFERENT TIME.

WELL, UH,

I'LL BE WAITING OUTSIDE THE CHURCH.

I BET IT WAS HIM WHO LET MY NAME SLIP.

Cavin: THAT LITTLE BASTARD.

Sonny: ASK IVY. SHE WAS IN SWEETWATER.

SHE KNOWS WHAT THEY'LL DO,

BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ALL JUST GONNA STAND AROUND

AND LET YOURSELVES GET SLAUGHTERED LIKE SHEEP.

YOU COME FROM A WORLD OF OPTIONS,

AND WE HAVE NONE.

THERE'S ONLY TWO WAYS OUT FOR US, SONNY.

[PEOPLE MURMUR]

Brooks: REFUGE IS FOR THE MARGINALLY GOOD

WHO ARE GLEANED FROM THE HOPELESSLY WICKED.

ALL THE TEMPTATIONS THAT WE FACED

IN OUR PREVIOUS LIVES ARE HERE--

THE SALOON, THE GUNS, THE ROTTEN PEOPLE.

YOU LIFT A GUN ONE TIME,

AND IT'S OVER FOR ALL OF US.

Forrest: IF EACH OF US HOLDS OUT FOR 10 YEARS,

NEITHER INFLICTING NOR ATTRACTING HARM,

WE'RE SPARED THE FATE OF BROTHER LAMB.

FORREST HAS BEEN HERE THE LONGEST,

AND HE'S GOT LESS THAN 24 HOURS TO GO

BEFORE HE ENTERS THIS HOUSE TO TESTIFY.

IF WE GO UP AGAINST THE BRITTON GANG ARMED, WE'RE DOOMED.

IF WE JUST STAND AND LET THEM SHOOT US DOWN, WE'RE DOOMED.

EITHER WAY, WE'RE GOING TO HELL.

WELL, THEN AT LEAST STAND UP TO THEM

AND TAKE A FEW OF THEM DOWN WITH YOU.

WE CAN'T, SONNY.

THE LONGER WE'RE HERE, THE MEEKER WE GET.

EVEN IF I WAS WILLING,

I DON'T RECKON I HAVE IT IN ME ANYMORE.

EXCEPT FOR GLEN, NONE OF US DO.

AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO BROTHER LAMB,

I AIN'T ABOUT TO.

AND TO THINK, SOME OF YOU USED TO BE MY HEROES.

WHERE YOU GOING, BOY?

AAH!

YOU BASTARD!

HIT HIM AGAIN, CAVIN.

Sonny: UGH!

UGH!

YAAH!

UGH!

Sonny: GAH!

GONNA CRUSH YOU!

UGH!

UH!

HAH!

Sonny: UH!

OH!

SONNY!

YOU WANT HIM?

YOU GOT HIM.

Rose: SONNY.

SONNY?

OH! SONNY?

DOC, IS HE OK?

SONNY.

SONNY.

Woods: DOESN'T LOOK GOOD.

LET'S GET HIM OVER TO MY OFFICE.

HE'S COMING AROUND.

SONNY?

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

ROSE?

YES, SONNY.

AM I DEAD?

NO.

OH, THAT'S TOO BAD.

MAYBE YOU AND I COULD'VE--

WELCOME BACK, KID.

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH IT PAINS ME

THAT WE WEREN'T ABLE TO HELP YOU.

IT'S OK. I UNDERSTAND.

I'M NOT GONNA LET THEM DO IT TO YOU.

I'LL TAKE THEM ALL ON MYSELF.

SHH. NOT NOW, SONNY.

YOU HAVE TO REST NOW.

NOT MUCH ELSE WE CAN DO, DOC.

DON'T YOU WORRY.

Blackjack: ALL RIGHT. LET'S GET A MOVE ON,

YOU BUNCH OF DESERT RATS.

IN 15 MINUTES,

WE START KNOCKING THIS TOWN OVER ONE DOOR AT A TIME.

Man: MEXICO, IT AIN'T.

[MEN WHOOPING AND SHOOTING]

15 MINUTES IS ALL I NEED.

YOU'LL HAVE YOUR FUN LATER, CAVIN.

SHERIFF!

HE'S GONE.

SONNY?

YEAH. HE'S GONE.

Forrest: SHAPE HE WAS IN, HE COULDN'T HAVE GONE FAR.

HE WAS THERE AN HOUR AGO

WHEN I LOOKED IN ON HIM.

HE'S GONE.

[PANTING]

SONNY!

Woods: YOU SHOULD BE IN BED, SON.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I CAN'T LET THEM DO IT, ROSE.

I PROMISED YOU.

[HORSES WHINNYING]

I'LL BE DAMNED.

THE KID IS ON HIS FEET.

AND DON'T HE LOOK LIKE HE WANTS SOME ACTION, THOUGH?

SONNY, DON'T BE STUPID.

GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL GOT TIME.

I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE,

AND I DON'T THINK

YOU'RE GONNA TRY AND MAKE ME.

DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO SHOOT THAT THING?

OF COURSE I DO.

OH, YEAH. THEY'LL BE QUAKING IN THEIR BOOTS.

I'M GONNA CHOP OFF HIS EARS

AND HANG THEM ON MY SADDLE HORN.

[BELL CLANGING 12:00]

HO! WHOA!

HO. HO.

THIS IS THE LAST CHANCE YOU GOT, SON,

TO CHANGE YOUR MIND.

COME ON, HONEY.

SONNY...

YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS.

THAT'S NOT TRUE. I DON'T HAVE ANY CHOICE.

WE GOT TO GO.

I LOVE YOU.

WE GOT TO GO.

WE BEST BE GOING IN.

YEAH.

FORREST, THEY'RE COMING.

NO. YOU GO ON.

WHAT?

ONLY THING I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT

THE LAST 10 YEARS IS MYSELF.

I'M GONNA GET THROUGH THIS...

JUST LIKE I DID MY WHOLE LIFE.

[CHUCKLES]

AND THIS GREEN KID COMES ALONG,

STANDS HERE READY TO DIE FOR THE WOMAN HE LOVES,

NO THOUGHT TO HIMSELF.

KIND OF MAKES A MAN THINK.

MAKES ME THINK YOU'RE LOCO.

YOU'VE ONLY GOT 5 HOURS LEFT.

YEP.

GET GOING, DOC.

YOU GOT 3 BELLS TO GET INSIDE.

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

[CLANG]

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

DOWN THE HOLE IS DOWN THE HOLE.

MIGHT AS WELL HAVE A LITTLE FUN ON THE WAY.

WHAT THE HELL?

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS.

HOPE YOU'RE READY TO MEET IT.

WELL, WELCOME ABOARD, JESSE.

I WAS PLANNING ON HOLDING OUT

TILL MY BROTHER GOT HERE,

BUT THE OLD BUZZARD JUST REFUSES TO DIE.

Forrest: YEP.

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE THEY SAID ABOUT YOU, BILLY,

I ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD SAND.

SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID.

IT'S OK, SON.

YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG.

WHO ARE THEY?

I GUESS THEY AIN'T MENNONITES.

Blackjack: THE WAY THE MAN WEARS THOSE GUNS

PUTS YOU IN MIND OF WILD BILL HICKOK.

HE'S BEEN DEAD 10 YEARS.

EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.

LET'S GET IT DONE, BOYS.

YAHOO!

THEY AIN'T BUDGING, BOSS.

LET'S GIVE THEM A LITTLE PRODDING.

HANK, DO IT.

Man: COME ON! ALL RIGHT! I'M READY!

[MEN WHOOPING]

WELL...

LET'S GET TO IT.

Man: YEAH!

CAVIN.

MOVE THEM OUT!

[CHUCKLES]

THIS IS YOUR LAST INVITATION TO TURN AROUND AND RIDE OUT.

SHERIFF...

YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE.

I HAVE NO MOTHER.

Blackjack: IT'S STILL OUR 16 TO YOUR 4, SHERIFF.

THE ODDS ARE AGAINST YOU.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

THE ODDS ARE GETTING BETTER.

[HORSES WHINNYING]

DRAW YOUR GUN!

COME ON!

DRAW YOUR GUN!

SHOOT THE DAMN THING!

Glen: NOW SHOOT HIM!

HE SHOT ME.

UH!

OH, YEAH?

IT'S A LONG WAY FROM YOUR HEART.

[CLICK CLICK]

GO! NOW!

GO, GO, GO!

WHOO!

HA HA HA!

AAAAAH!

GET BACK!

GET BACK!

[GUNSHOT]

SONNY!

ROSE!

OHH...

[RIFLE COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

OH!

AAH!

OH, MY GOD.

OH, MY GOD.

OH...

IT'S FUNNY...

IT DON'T HURT NONE.

HOW COME I'M NOT DEAD?

WELCOME TO REFUGE, SON.

Blackjack: WILD BILL HICKOK!

I RECKON THE ODDS ARE AGAINST ME NOW.

PUT THAT GUN BELT BACK ON.

WE GOT ONE THING LEFT TO SETTLE.

THAT'S YOU AND ME.

LOOK AT ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH.

LOOK AT BLACKJACK BRITTON.

HA HA HA!

I GUESS I'M ONE OF YOU NOW.

I WOULDN'T COUNT ON IT.

AAAAAH!

AAAAAH!

Coachman: COME ON! HYAH! HYAH!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

COME ON! COME ON! HYAH!

HYAH!

HYAH!

[HOOFBEATS]

HYAH! HYAH! HYAH!

COME ON! HYAH! HYAH!

WHOA!

WHOA! HO! HO!

HAW! HO!

TIME TO GO HOME, FOLKS.

THE CREATOR MAY BE TOUGH,

BUT HE AIN'T BLIND.

CLIMB ABOARD, SONNY.

DO I HAVE TO?

WELL, YOU GOT NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE.

I'M GONNA STAY.

REFUGE IS A PLACE OF HARD RULES, SONNY.

I KNOW WHAT IT IS,

AND, UH...

I THINK I'M GONNA MAKE IT.

WELL, GOOD LUCK TO YOU, SON.

YOUR SEAT WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU WANT IT.

HYAH! HYAH! HYAH!

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