All language subtitles for The Last Outlaw

The civil war changed everything.

Before the battle of bull run
I was a boy.

Before gettysburg I was a man with hope.

Before appomattox I was a soldier.

And then came defeat.

So we hit the yankee where it hurt.

We robbed his banks,

and were hunted as outlaws.

I was still a soldier,
fighting for the cause

that others had surrendered.

Graff was my colonel and I followed him.

He kept us moving forward

when the pain of looking back
was too great.

Then came that day
when I first understood

that graff would stop at nothing.

The whole world had become his enemy

and we were trapped
inside graff's dead soul.

Once I saw that,

I knew I had to make a choice,

and that the killing and the dying

had just begun.

Yah!

Get on.

Yah, yah.

They're here.

I want some men on top,
both sides of the bank.

Keep your heads down and shut up.

Quick time.
Come on.

Grubb, tell everyone I shoot first.

We hit them as they're
getting off their horses.

Yes, sir.

- The marshal's shooting first, boys.
- Keep your heads down.

Lincoln, you head up on the roof.

You two boys cross the road
close to the bank.

Stay down.

Get inside.

Tell me when everyone's in position.

You've got to do something.

There's money in that bank.

There's people in there.

They ain't gonna get into the bank.

We'll hit them as they dismount.

Here they come.

One foot in the stirrup,
one on the ground.

- Down, down.
- Not yet, not yet.

Hah!

- Let me go, please.
- I just work here.

Please, don't shoot.

- Don't move.
- Keep still, yank.

Get your hands up, yank.

Shit, they know we're here.

How many in the posse, boy?

I don't know nothing
about no posse... Sir.

Now what in the hell is this?

Tie his skinny bones to the window.

Come on, move it.

Tie them all to the windows
and make their faces show.

I want you to knock down all these beams,

clear all this railing out of here.

Shut your yankee hole!
Shut it!

- You move and I'll blow your head off.
- I see some posse out there.

They got to come out the front.
There ain't no back door.

That's no good, that's no good.

- Come on, hobbo.
- Come on!

Hoo!

It's a good day.
We got it all.

Yeah!

Dynamite, brother.

Dynamite?
Shit.

What the hell are you doing, graff?

Take some men, get out back now!

Take some men, get out back.

- Saddle up, boy.
- Saddle up?

You gonna burn these people?
They didn't do nothing.

Don't you ever question me, boy.

Saddle up.

- Get out!
- Get on out of here!

Dynamite!

Help us!

They're gonna blow us up!

Help! Please don't fire!

He's got dynamite!

- Let's ride.
- Hah!

Yah! Come on,
come on, come on!

Let's ride.

Come on!

- Philo!
- The tellers!

Get the tellers out of there!

- Loomis!
- Loomis is hit!

Come on, come on.
Break that window.

Got you, bastard.

- Dynamite!
- Dynamite!

Let's go! Get down.

Come on!

They're getting away.

Sharp, you're letting them get away.

Not for long.

Come on.
Come on, Sonja.

Gotcha.

Come on, now.
Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.
Come on.

Sonja.

All right, boys, posse's on our ass.
I can smell them.

Inventory.

I got one went clean through.

Bullet busted two of my ribs.

I took one in the leg.
Bone ain't broke.

That's what I got a horse for.

Let me see your leg, boy.

It's just a scratch.

We gonna have to leave you, soldier?

No.

I can ride, graff.

I can ride.

I'm good.

Ammunition.

I got 11 .36
and 23 .45-40.

1612-gauges,
18 .45-40s.

Nine .25 Colt,
23 .45-70s.

31 .45-40s
and my knife.

I got a handful of bullets.

About 30 bullets.

Potts.

Count them.

I got 20 .45-40s and eight .44-40s.

That's two less than 30.

I got 12 .45-44s.

Eustis.
Give loomis 20 rounds.

Loomis hit pretty bad.

Maybe we should tend to his wounds.

To stop means dying, boys.

If we kick back here for a while
we can tend to yours too.

Tend it?

I'll show you tended.

Get on, now.
Come on.

Come on.

Hah. Get up.

Come on.

Get up.

Here are the bullets.

You ain't gonna leave
me, are you, eustis?

No, I ain't gonna leave you.

Just... I can see you're hurting.

We got to get some miles
betwixt us and that posse

before I take a look at that leg.

- Let's go!
- Yah! Come on, boy.

Don't worry about it.

I ain't gonna leave you.

I can do it, eustis.

Come on, boy.

- I hear them.
- They're coming.

There ain't nothing.

That hound dog's crazy.

Ain't nothing out there.

You wanna let me in on it, boys?

There ain't - no goddamn posse.

I know it, you know it. We all know it.
There it is.

Graff says there is, so there is.

We all know that that's
a bunch of puppyshit.

There ain't no sign of no goddamn posse.

Graff's always right.

He always saves our asses, too,
like back in that town.

Hah! Yeah, right. What
about back in that town?

He said that bank would be unguarded,

that it'd be free and clear.

He force-marched us two and a
half days across rough terrain

to this unguarded bank
where we were ambushed.

We ain't led, eustis.
We ain't led.

He got us out.

He got us in.

Hey, eustis, it's just that

we blew the shit out of
them posse back there.

- I'll tell you one thing.
- There ain't no damn posse.

What do you savvy there, lovecraft?

I savvy what I savvy.

You boys savvy what you savvy.

Graff's our leader.
That's all of it.

We follow his lead.
Gotta be the way it is.

- We do as he says.
- Get a little hole in you?

Doggone it, potts, what are you doing?

You're hurt too.

If we could just stop for a little while,

me, wills, and potts could make
sure these wounds don't fester.

What about loomis?

You know these boys are hurt.

- They need tending.
- Yeah, I know.

I have to say, I ain't seen no posse.

I ain't seen them neither.

Don't mean there ain't one, though.

There probably is, but we gotta rest.

A few more miles,

the boys are gonna be looking to you.

Is that what you savvy?

Which-in-ever way this
goes, I'm with you.

Come on.

What the hell is that?

- Shut up, potts.
- It's his song.

♪ I'm a good ol' rebel

♪ now that's
just what I am... ♪

Sing the song, potts.

- ♪ ...Land of freedom...
- I ain't singing that song.

♪ I don't care a damn...

I don't wanna sing a damn song.

You're second gun, eustis.
You gotta do something.

- Shut up, potts.
- Shit.

We're full of holes, eustis, come on.

Just shut up, potts.

Try the song.

♪ We got 300,000 ♪ before
they conquered us ♪

♪ They died of Southern fever ♪

♪ Of Southern steel and shot ♪

♪ And I wish it was three million ♪

♪ Instead of
what we got... ♪

♪ Won't be reconstructed

♪ I'm better now
than then... ♪

Come on, buck.

♪ And for that carpetbagger ♪

♪ I don't give a damn

♪ I'm off for the frontier ♪

♪ As soon as I can go

♪ I'll prepare
a weapon... ♪

- Loomis!
- ♪ and start from Mexico.

What's his problem?

Buck.

Buck.
Easy boy.

Leave him.

Eustis.

Worthless piece of shit.

He's done.

Come on, Sonja.

Easy.

Graff says to leave him, eustis.

Come on.

Come on.

Lovecraft, what you savvy?

I savvy graff's going
one way, eustis ain't.

Ready?

You got it?

Come on, get on up.
All the way up.

Fuck.

Loomis, I can help you,

but you gotta ride... you. All right?

- Come on.
- Eustis...

Come on.
Come on.

Listen.

Now ride.

Come on, now.
Come on.

- Hah, come on.
- Eu...

Don't dally.
Come on.

Come on.

Hang on, loomis hang on.

A soldier obeys or dies.

But I couldn't leave loomis.

And yet, even as I rode to help him,

I knew the life I was trying to save

was not loomis', but my own.

Loomis, you okay?

I said leave him.

We never leave nobody.

Never.

Well, let me simplify things.

Graff, he's one of us.

We can't leave him.

Graff... You can't ride, son.

Mozart...

He used to be rich.

Graff had hisself a plantation

down Mississippi way...

A wife, three daughters.

Bluecoats came down when he was off

with forrest's cavalry,

burned the place to the ground.

They raped his wife and daughters

in front of each other,
and then they shot them.

I was with him when he heard the news.

It was the night before
the battle of Atlanta.

And I saw his eyes.

Something... Something died in him, boys.

He never cracked.
He led that battle,

and it was the bloodiest of the war.

I learned everything I knowed off him.

Now I'm gonna run y'all to Mexico,

get you there as safe as I can.

Same as he'd have done.

Then I'll be free.

Nobody ever stuck their
hide out for me before.

Well, that's about all I can do for you.

I know I said we'd never leave you,

but I hope we don't have
to leave that leg behind.

Thanks, eustis.

Maybe it'd be better tomorrow

if you rode on the back
of old John with me.

No, I'm good.

You're not that good.

I had 30 men back in that town.

And we was preparing
to come out into the hills

looking for you vermin.

Figured it might take a month.

By the grace of god, you come to us.

I'm much obliged, outlaw.

Where's the money, graff?

Any of y'all got a smoke?

I wanna kill him now.

I sure could use a smoke.

Give him a cigarette, for Christ's sake.

Here you go.

You men have stolen thousands of dollars

of my bank's money.

You talk, damn you.

- Son of a bitch!
- Sharp.

Go ahead, pull the trigger.

Suits me.

Sharp!

You're gonna talk, drummer boy.

You done killed ten of my men.

Now I got you.

Now I want eustis and I want philo.

And, god damn you, I want all the rest!

Maybe I do, too.

Mcclintock,

we ain't gonna get nothing
out of this outlaw.

He's wasting our time
while them other outlaws

is getting away.

Now let's send him to hell and ride!

He ain't no use to us.

Maybe I am.

I know where the money is.

It's with my men,
and I know where they'd be.

Are you saying you will
track down your men for us?

Why on earth would I trust you, graff?

- My boys shot me.
- Bullshit.

I shot you.

400-yard shot with my long rifle.

All my boys here saw it.

You have it your way, boy.

Go ahead and shoot me.

This time, pig-shit, do it right.

- You son of a...
- Put him on a horse.

We're taking him with us.

Maybe he can be of some use to us.

And whether he lives or dies
is of no account.

It's the money that matters.

You can shoot him later.

I'm gonna enjoy it, outlaw.

I'm gonna enjoy it.

According to this map the Mexican border

is 50 miles due south.

Obvious route is to take it

straight down across the Texas line

to the rio grande
and the border right here.

This is the logical route,

but I figured maybe it's too logical.

Just say graff's right,
if there is a posse.

There ain't a goddamn posse.

I know it, you know it, we all know it.

- There it is. That's it.
- There's no posse.

The law's gonna be figuring
we're heading south.

Someone's gonna be after us.

What about Canada?

Them bones say anything about Canada?

What's wrong with that?

- What you savvy, eustis?
- I say we head east.

- What?
- East.

No, no, no.
You know what's east?

I'll tell you what's east.
New Jersey is east.

We can't go east.
It's no good to go east.

New Jersey?
That don't sound bad.

Hell, I ain't going east.

I say we head east for a while
and throw them off our trail.

Then we head south like before.

Right here, we got an outpost, a bar,

we got water for the horses and medical.

It's right on the way.
We know the trail.

- We head east.
- Bullshit.

What do you savvy there, lovecraft?

I savvy it don't make
nary a bit of sense.

There you go.
There you go.

That's why it makes sense.

Bullshit, don't make no goddamn sense.

You with me?

Philo?

You think that's best, eustis?

I'm asking what you think.

Are you with me or not?

Jackass potts.

I say your plan is shit, eustis.

- Shit?
- Shit.

Where do we go, then?

We head south,

straight for the goddamn border.

There ain't nothing
on our ass but hair, eustis.

There ain't no goddamn posse.

There isn't, he's right.
Potts's right.

If there is?

Then we should... we should
probably head east.

I think east is probably good.

We'd avoid the posse.

Probably go east.
Best idea.

Go east.

East.

Horseshit.

Pipe down, outlaw.

I hates that song.
I hate it.

♪ I don't need no pardon ♪

♪ For anything
I've done... ♪

Quit singing it.

♪ I hates
the yankee nation... ♪

Quit singing the goddamn song, skiles.

Ain't that your song, marshal?

I followed general Grant, drummer boy.

White flag's flown.
War's over.

The war ain't never gonna be over.

Shut up that song.
Shut it up!

Shit.

It's just a song.

Come on.

Why we heading this way?

You ought to be riding due east.

Speak when you're spoken to, outlaw.

Sure is mighty pretty scenery
out here, though.

Them boys of his
is heading for the border.

Why the hell would they head east?

'Cause they're gonna be thinking
we're gonna cut them off.

Could be right.

He's just trying to lead us
off the trail of his boys.

Thank about it, marshal.

Graff, we're going to listen
to you this one time.

But I warn you, if this is a trick

or if we don't find
those outlaws by noon,

I'll have you shot.

See you at noon, drummer boy.

Yah.

- That's it, boys.
- Slow it down.

Keep your heads down, boys.

This is the way we usually come.

They could be close.

Okay, boys.

Lay low.
Keep your heads down.

I'll be.

It's them.

Better hit them now before they see us.

They can't see shit.

The sun's on our back.

Do something.

That's what you pay me for.

Ain't it, mcclintock?

They're out of range, marshal.

I hit you from further out than this.

Just watch me, outlaw.

Just watch me.

My boys are gonna know we're on them.

Just watch me.

You'll fuck it up.

You ain't gonna make that shot.

Shut up, outlaw.

- Steady now.
- Steady.

Keep marching.

You got a strong crosswind.

- I said shut up.
- That's a high wind.

I'd recalculate about an inch up.

Or maybe a quarter-inch to the right.

Shut up.

Do it!

- Eustis!
- The posse! The posse!

- Shit!
- Shit.

- Shit!
- Goddamn posse!

- Come on!
- Fuck.

No posse, potts?

- What's up there shooting?
- We should have gone south.

We should have gone
straight fucking south...

Shut up and ride!

Cease fire!
You're wasting ammo.

- Cease fire!
- You fucked it up, marshal.

You made me miss.

Y-you just missed.
That's all.

I never miss.

I never miss!

Sure, he never misses, right?

- They're getting away, gentlemen.
- They're getting away.

- Let's ride!
- Okay, boys.

Mount up, let's go.
Hurry up.

- Come on.
- Let's ride.

- Mount up.
- I never miss.

Split up.

Three each way.

Loomis, ride with me.

Okay, boys.

- Well, they split up.
- No, shit.

That's real helpful, outlaw.

Real helpful.

The trails converge about
a mile up the east.

Grubb, take your men to the right.

Yes, sir. Let's go, boys. Follow me.

Loomis, let's see that leg.

It ain't bleeding no more.

But it still hurts.

We're on them.

Yah! Yah!

They're on us, boys!

Ride!

Come on, Mozart.
Ride!

- Get up, get up!
- Let's go, boys.

Yah, ride!

Damn, that boy's good.

How the hell did they find us?

- Go, go, go!
- Get up!

Come on, now.

Yeah, let's go!

- Graff was right.
- I knew he was right.

He was right about the posse.

Keep moving, boys!

Who the hell is leading
this posse, anyway?

- Yee-haw, let's go!
- Come on!

Catch those sons of bitches.

Should have shot that kid.

I swear to Christ you should
have shot that kid. Let's ride!

Yah! Giddup!

Come on! Giddup!

Just fall in.

Watch it, boys.
Watch out.

- Careful now, boys.
- Grubb, stay high.

The rest of you watch the rocks.

That's it. Easy.

Come on, come on.

Yah. Easy.

That's where they came out.

Let's go after them.

This would be a damn
good place to hit us.

- Grubb.
- Yes, sir.

Take some of your men and check
out the tracks on the other side.

Yes, sir.
Come on.

- Get in there.
- Come on.

Let's get them, boys.

Go, go, go, go.

Get it, now.

Get it, get it.

Marshal!

These tracks head downstream.

Follow them.

Come on, boys.

Seems okay.

Let's go.

Hold on, marshal.

They go back into the river.

They backtracked!
They're behind us.

That's the way you do it, eustis.

Stand your ground.

Goddamn wranglers!

Grubb, tell the people...

I can't believe it!

That's it!

All right, all right, let's move.

- It's time to regroup.
- Pull back!

Let's get out of here.

Philo!

Eustis, only one more.

- Potts!
- One more.

Let's go!

Won't be seeing them
boys again, I reckon.

Lovecraft, what's wrong?

We shot the hell out of them.

Come on, let's go!

Nothing.

Give a hand, grubb.

Damn.

We got him.

Pick him up.

Who is that?

They've got a lot to answer for.

Mr. mcclintock.

Reckon we need to talk to you.

Me and the boys...

- Well, sir, we quit.
- That's right.

But you can't.

No, we can, sir.
Yes, we can.

We're volunteers and we get the right.

- You can't stop us.
- But you've shot none of the outlaws.

You haven't got the money back.
It isn't done.

As far as we're concerned it is.

We keep chasing after them bastards,

all we're gonna get is tired and shot.

- Damn right.
- Now the marshal's been shot.

He's who we signed up with.

Need I remind you men of the reward

that my bank has offered on the money

and the thousand-dollar-a-head
bounty on the outlaws?

Being as so far you failed
to capture anyone but graff

and the outlaws still have the money,

you get not one dime.

Not one dime.

- Come on, boys. We're gone.
- Trash.

Shit.

We're wasting our time here.

Damn near got ourselves killed.

Ride out, hit the road.

Maybe the boys that stay

could split up the shares
of the ones that left.

How's that?

- What did he say?
- What did he say?

- I don't know.
- Right.

Right.

What about the shares of
the boys that were killed?

- Yeah.
- You can have that.

That include the marshal's share?

Pshh.

All right, god damn it.

Yes.

What about it?

That could be a deal.

All right.

Say we stay.

Who's gonna lead the posse?

You?

May I make a suggestion, gentlemen?

Hey, eustis,

seeing as how you're the leader and all,

perhaps you'd like to enlighten us

as to the whereabouts of that
saloon you was talking about?

- How about it?
- Yeah.

A nice shot of whiskey would
be a pretty good painkiller.

You're buying me a drink, potts.

Once we hit the outpost, we're 20 miles

from the rio grande and the border, boys.

- Mexico.
- Mexico.

But if the only thing

between here and Mexico is that saloon,

ain't the posse gonna
be headed there too?

What's left of them?

There ain't no posse now.

We blew the shit out of them.

If that posse's anywhere,

they're heading back
to that sorry-ass town.

Any of you boys ever been to Mexico?

- Nope.
- I've been there.

- You?
- No, sir, I haven't.

But I heard stories.
I heard hellacious stories.

- I'm sure you did.
- Like what?

Them Mexican señoritas,

they got nipples up on their titties

about the size of a
confederate silver dollar.

Bullshit.

- No way, potts.
- That's right.

Yeah, they're bred for it.

- Is that true, eustis?
- That might be true.

I don't know about you boys,
but this is my last job.

- Bullshit, it is.
- That's right.

I'm gonna retire down Mexico way.

Use my share to buy me
a nice little hacienda

by the sea.

Get myself a nice Mexican
woman on one hand,

a bottle of whiskey in the other.

Just plant my feet in the sand

and watch those long, pretty sunsets.

Mexico.

Damn.

Sounds so good it hurts.

Philo!

Where'd that come from?

- Blew his face off!
- Damn!

- On the Ridge!
- Graff.

- Graff's alive, boys!
- Ride!

Come on!

Ambush!

We are totally fucked!

You know what we should have done...
Shut up.

We should have shot that fucking
kid when we had the chance.

Money in our pockets.

Just one.

There's your first thousand.

Minus a few cents.

I'm gonna cut me the trigger finger

off the notorious Boris philo.

You ain't gonna touch that boy.

That's one of my men.

You're gonna show him proper respect.

Graff, let's get back on the job.

You know what we gotta do?

We gotta give him the money back.

Graff don't give a shit
about that goddamn money.

He wants us.

I'll tell you who gives a shit.
That whole fucking posse.

They'll go home if we
give them the money back.

Bullshit.

Eustis, graff ain't nothing
without that posse.

We gotta give them the money back.

Come on.
Come on.

No, wills, no!

He's got the money!

Shit.

Shit.

I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.

- I'm gonna kill...
- Lovecraft.

- Should we go after the son of a bitch?
- No.

We're not gonna catch him, potts.

He's got my goddamn money.

He's heading straight for the plateau.

- The posse's up there.
- He ain't that far ahead.

I'm gonna shoot the son of a bitch.

Potts, hold up.

Potts, wait!

He'll be that far ahead
when he gets there.

Give it up, potts.

There goes all our goddamn money, eustis.

Shit.

Hey, graff!
Graff!

Who's that?

- It's the money.
- Something's wrong here.

I don't like it.

He's giving back the money, by god.

Looks like a trick to me.

Wait here.

Careful, boys.

We've been hit once already.

It's all here.
The money's all here.

We can go back now.

You've done a great job.

What?

The money!

No!

You want the money, sir?

Go get it.

Gunfire. Go!

- They hit us again.
- I don't see them.

They got your boy.

That's mcclintock.

And the damn money.

The money's history, boys.

- So are you, outlaw.
- Leave off him, grubb.

Need him to catch them son of a bitches

got the thousand each on their head.

- Fuck them.
- I say we blast graff.

Go back, get back with him and philo.
Got $2,000 right here.

I'm with grubb.

I say we shoot this son of a
bitch and get on back with him

and that other to fort
Smith for the reward.

That's right. I stay we stick with graff,

keep him alive long enough to
catch them son of a bitches,

then kill him.

Get the whole 8,000.

- To hell with y'all.
- I'm gonna shoot him.

Stick with what we got.

- Back off, grubb!
- Fuck you.

Shit!

Bitch.

That settles that.

Much obliged.

That hurt, wills?

Get him, potts!

Come on, potts.

Okay, eustis, wait... That hurt.

- That hurt.
- Okay.

Okay.

I saved you.
I saved your asses.

I saved... - Lucky shot. - Lucky shot.

I took a bullet in this hand.

Come on, potts, hit him!
Hit him, potts!

Stay down, wills.

My hand.

- Come on, potts.
- All right, potts.

- That's enough.
- My goddamn money.

- My goddamn money.
- Kick him over here, potts.

Kick him over here.

Come on. That hurt. Right in the nuts.

You son of a...

Don't hit me no more. You son of a bitch!

Leave my ass behind?

"Should have shot the kid,"

"should have shot the kid"? Here you go.

- It was my goddamn money.
- All right, potts.

- You'll kill him.
- He took my goddamn money.

Maybe he saved our skins.

Maybe not.

♪ And I don't want no pardon ♪

♪ For anything I've done ♪

♪ I hates the yankee nation ♪

♪ And everything they do ♪

♪ I hates the declaration
of independence, too ♪

♪ I hates this
glorious union... ♪

Graff had a new gang.

And he'd hunt us all
to the end of the earth,

but I was the one he wanted.

This was a private war,

and I had to take the chance

that he and I could find a private truce.

Howdy.

My kind of place.

Whiskey, sir.

It's already paid for, sir.

Inventory, lieutenant.
Ammo.

What is it you want, graff?

Philo had 21 .52s.

When I threw his skinny ass over a horse

he had two left.

The way I calculate it,

y'all are down to 35 rounds maximum.

Is that right, graff?

Listen, boy, the posse's got
more than 2,000 rounds.

I'm trying to talk to you, graff.

I'm trying to talk to you, too, boy.

A leader's got to know how
many bullets his men have.

You're the leader now, eustis.

I want to make a deal.

That wants me to call the boys off?

- What you got to offer?
- I don't know.

I don't know what to offer.

You already got all the money.

You owe me more than money, boy.

A lot more.

You owe me everything.

What would it take, graff?

Why don't you give me... Give me loomis?

He ain't no good to you.

The son of a bitch wasn't
nothing to begin with.

That might do it.

Or how about potts?

Potts will give you a whole
bellyache of trouble.

You're the leader.
Why don't you give me wills?

Or lovecraft?

You can't trust any one of them.

God damn, one of them's a negro
and the other one's a fool.

You know I can't leave anyone.

You think you can stop me from taking out

any one of them son of a bitches

anytime I want?

There ain't no deal
you can do with me, boy.

We had a deal.

You were my lieutenant
and you turned on me.

You shot me, eustis.

You left me for dead.

Now is the time for reckoning.

Here's the deal, son.

You're the last,
so you make the best of it.

Shit.

Fucking wind.

What happened?

Where's the bottle?
Where's the whiskey at?

Don't ask me no questions.

So long as I lead this outfit,

you follow my orders, potts.

Follow your orders to where?

Where the fuck you gonna
lead us to, eustis?

I said, don't argue with me, potts.

We got this posse halfway up our ass,

got 50 miles of hard
ground every direction.

Where the fuck are you gonna
lead us to, lieutenant?

To hell and back if I say so.

You got a problem with that,
I'll blow your fool head off.

- Potts.
- What?

I'm just trying to save
you... all you boys.

You know what I say?

I say you ain't fit to lead shit...

"Useless."

All right.

Fuck you!

My leg!
Not my sore leg.

Fuck! Wait.

My leg.
Stop, stop.

Fuck.

We're going to Mexico.

Nothing's changed.

Like I said, we're going to Mexico.

We're going to Mexico.

Lovecraft, mount up. Who, me?

We're going to Mexico.

I don't know.

I don't know.

No, no, no, no.

I don't believe in that voodoo shit.

Lovecraft, get off your ass.

We're going to Mexico.

Straight south.
Straight south.

Yah, yah.

- Look out!
- God damn!

Up on the Ridge.

- It's graff!
- It's graff!

He's up on the hill.
They know we're here.

- God damn it.
- Where's loomis?

- I don't know.
- He was just on my ass.

Eustis!

Come back!

Help... - Shit. - Help me!

- Stay down.
- Stay down.

- Shit, we gotta go get him.
- Help me!

No, you'll be torn to pieces.

Well, someone's gotta go get him.

I ain't letting anybody go down there

just to get killed.

We don't leave anybody.

Graff.

No.

- Somebody help me.
- Somebody help me.

Holy shit.

Help!

My arm.

He took my arm.

Son of a bitch.

- Eustis!
- God damn!

Potts!

Another fucking leg.

I can't take any more.

You're the leader now, eustis.

Somebody help me.

Help me!

Eustis!

My fingers.

He took my fingers and my gun hand.

How's it feel being the leader?

Making all the decisions?

Somebody kill me, please.

Taking control of the situation?

Take me home.

Damn...

That's two down, eustis.

He was there.

Wasn't he?

Now he's gone.

What happened?

Graff was here.
He shot a horse.

He could have shot me, and he didn't.

God damn it.

Shit.

He shot my fucking horse.

God damn it.

- We got to ride, boys.
- God damn it!

Wills, put your horse down
and ride with lovecraft.

That son of a...

He had to be over there
on the hills last night.

He shot loomis.

But then he was here.

But how did he get here?

How does a man appear and disappear?

Come on, wills.

Lovecraft!

Ride!

Slow down.

Shit.

It's too much weight.

- Eustis, wait!
- Eustis!

This horse ain't gonna make it.

The horse is giving out.

Hold up.

Boy.
Steady, boy.

Hold on, hold on.

Goddamn horse.

Goddamn horse.

If it were my horse, it could
have carried three guys.

You lost your horse, wills.

Walk or ride, it don't make
no difference no more.

- No.
- What are we gonna do?

It was your horse, wills.
I can't do nothing.

I'm sorry.

Lovecraft, mount up.

Do it.

You ain't just gonna
leave me here, are you?

You can't leave me here.

I can do this for you.

I guess nobody lives forever, right?

Good luck.

I'm done.

Done.

But I'll tell you one thing...

I'm gonna take a couple
of them guys with me.

So y'all ride hard and ride fast.

Lovecraft, you make it
down to old Mexico.

You kiss a couple of them
pretty señoritas for me.

That'd be good.

And remember the good times.

Shit, potts, 30 banks is a lot of banks.

- That's a lot of banks.
- A lot of banks, man.

And, eustis, you tell your grandkids

that frank wills...

You tell them frank wills
died a strong man.

That'd be good.

That'd be good.

You gotta go.

Bye, wills.

So long, wills.
Say "hey" to philo for me.

Why don't you just fucking go?

Go.

Come on, boys!

♪ 300,000 Yankees

♪ are sniffin'
Southern dust... ♪

♪ We got 300,000 ♪ before
they conquered us ♪

♪ They died...

♪ they died
of Southern fever... ♪

♪ Of Southern steel
and shot... ♪

♪ And I wish it were
three million... ♪

♪ Instead of what
we got. ♪

Yah, get up.
Get up, now.

Get up.

Three down.

We'll dig in here and
wait for him to ride in.

D... bullshit.

Let's just go to Mexico, eustis.

Let's cross that big river into Mexico.

We'll be safe in Mexico.

Not from graff.

Ain't no place on earth
we're safe from graff.

- We got to kill him.
- He can't be killed.

It don't make no difference.

We're all gonna die.

Would you shut up?
Just shut up.

Where the fuck are they?

They was right behind us.

Appear and disappear.

Disappear and appear.

They ain't coming.

Then we go get him.

Same drill.
Inventory.

I got a full pistol loaded
and two rifle shot.

I got four in my pistol,
got two in my rifle.

Two rounds.

Then we spread out.

Potts, you ride 10 minutes west.

Lovecraft, 10 minutes south.

Me, I'll go 10 minutes north.

Regroup here in 20 minutes.

If you spot graff, stay put.

Anybody ain't back
in the full 20 minutes,

the others go where he went.

If you get a clean shot
at graff, kill him.

Otherwise don't fire.
Let's go.

Fuck...

Shit.
Didn't see nothing.

Me neither.

Give lovecraft a few more minutes.

There's a horse.

Shit, that's buck.

Here, buck.

Shit.

Shit.

Graff.

Shit.

I don't give a good goddamn
where they came from.

You didn't find him?

No.

What's wrong, lovecraft?

Long hard ride...

Just a little uneasy, that's all.

Yeah. I reckon it ain't
over yet, either.

We got plenty now.

Graff, I guess.

- Graff?
- Yeah.

Graff.

Ain't you gonna reload?

Yeah.

- Reload, lovecraft.
- Don't push me, eustis.

You the gang leader, okay?
You the gang leader.

That don't mean you own me.
You hear?

I-I'll do it in my own time.

All right.

That's right.

It's been a long, hard ride.

We've taken some terrible punishment,

but we can't crack now.
We can't lose our heads.

We don't know where graff
and that posse is.

They could be seconds away.

Reload now.

I... I don't have to reload.

I... I-I got
a full one.

- You had two rounds.
- Yeah, but I...

I found four... four rounds in my pocket.

- I just disremembered is all.
- You had two rounds.

This... this jacket,
you know...

There's too many damn pockets.

These for me, lovecraft?

What you talking about, eustis?

These bullets...
Are these to kill me with?

- You turned on us.
- You saw graff.

- I...
- Lovecraft.

Go on, now.
You turned on us.

No! I...

Graff knew I'd be
keeping track of the shells.

That's the way we always done it.

Don't you see?
He set it up.

He knew I'd find out you turned.

No, I... That was the lesson.

That one of my men was gonna turn on me.

But you?

Damn it, eustis!

We... we're all gonna die.

Graff's gonna kill us all.

And we can't stop him.

He's not human anymore.
You know.

You killed him and he came back.

And he keeps coming back.

You made a deal with graff.

You saw the way he killed loomis.

You want to die like that?

I'm your friend, eustis.

There are better ways to die.

Go ahead, then.
Do it.

Do it, lovecraft.

Save your skin.
You can do it.

Pull the trigger, lovecraft!

Graff!

That's four.

Look, the rio grande.

The border to Mexico.

Come on, miles, let's go swimming.

Hah!
Go on, now!

Go on, miles!

Go, potts, ride!
Ride, potts!

Mexico!
Yeah,

come on, eustis.
Over this way.

Just ride, potts.
Just ride.

I can smell the women from here.

Come on, boy.

Come on, eustis!
Come on, eustis.

Last one across the river
don't get no pussy.

Just... God damn it!

Mexico, potts.

My hat.
I dropped my hat.

Got to cross the border,
get in the river.

I'm... I'm shot.
I'm shot, eustis.

That's five.

I can't.

The old hound shot me through the back.

- Go, potts.
- I can't.

Cross that river.
We can make it.

Easy, potts.
We're almost there.

There it is.
Mexico, potts.

Mexico.

My insides is coming out.

Mexico, potts.

It's right there, Mexico.

That ain't Mexico.

Where are all the women at?

Fuck!

Watch yourself.

Holster your weapon.

Holster it.

You couldn't even count
your goddamn bullets.

Eustis...

Inventory.