Original subtitles

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

[THUNDER ROLLS]

[BEDSPRINGS CREAKING]

WELCOME HOME!

JESUS. COME ON, LET'S DO IT AGAIN.

[GLASS CRASHING]

Woman: PLEASE! NO!

PLEASE! PLEASE!

Man: DAVEY!

COME A-RUNNING, LAD!

STOP IT!

I'LL BRAND YOU LIKE A DAMN STEER, BITCH!

NO! PLEASE!

HOLD THE BITCH, DANNY.

GO ON, HOLD HER!

HOLD HER DOWN, DANNY!

IF YOU DON'T HOLD HER, I'LL CUT HER TITS OFF.

[SCREAMING]

JESUS, MICHAEL. SKINNY!

JESUS, NO, MIKE!

[SCREAMING]

[YELLS]

BITCH, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY?

SKINNY! SKINNY!

SKINNY!

SKINNY!

[GUN COCKS]

GET OFF OF HER, COWBOY.

[WOMAN SOBBING]

THEY WOULDN'T LET YOU SETTLE IT, HUH?

WELL, YOU KNOW HOW SKINNY IS.

HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SHOOT THEM.

I SAYS, "SKINNY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT,"

AND HE SAYS, "WELL, LET'S GET LITTLE BILL IN HERE

AND SETTLE THIS THING,"

AND I SAYS, "LITTLE BILL'S SLEEPING."

HE SAYS HE DON'T CARE,

IN ANOTHER 5 MINUTES, HE'LL SHOOT THEM BOYS.

SHE GOING TO DIE?

SHE'S GOING TO LIVE.

SHE DIDN'T STEAL NOTHING.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH HIS POKE.

ALL SHE DONE WHEN SHE SEEN HE HAD A TEENSY LITTLE PECKER

IS GAVE A GIGGLE. THAT'S ALL.

SHE DIDN'T KNOW NO BETTER.

GOING TO HANG THEM, LITTLE BILL?

CLYDE...

STEP OVER TO THE OFFICE

AND GET THE BULLWHIP.

A WHIPPING?

THAT'S ALL THEY GET AFTER WHAT THEY DONE?

WHIPPING AIN'T NO LITTLE THING, ALICE.

FOR WHAT THEY'VE DONE, THEY DESERVE MORE THAN--

ALICE! SHUT UP.

LITTLE BILL,

WHIPPING AIN'T GOING TO SETTLE THIS.

OH, NO?

THIS HERE'S A LAWFUL CONTRACT

BETWEEN ME AND DELILAH FITZGERALD,

THE CUT WHORE.

I BROUGHT HER CLEAR FROM BOSTON,

PAID HER EXPENSES AND ALL,

AND I GOT A CONTRACT THAT REPRESENTS

AN INVESTMENT OF CAPITAL.

PROPERTY.

DAMAGED PROPERTY--

LIKE IF I WAS TO HAMSTRING

ONE OF THEIR COW PONIES.

YOU FIGURE NOBODY WILL WANT TO FUCK HER NOW, RIGHT?

HELL, NO.

LEASTWAYS, WON'T PAY TO DO IT.

MAYBE SHE CAN CLEAN UP THE PLACE OR SOMETHING,

BUT NOBODY'S GOING TO PAY GOOD MONEY

FOR A CUT-UP WHORE.

YOU BOYS OFF THE BAR T,

YOU GOT YOUR OWN STRING OF PONIES?

Y-YEAH. I GOT 4.

6.

GUESS YOU JUST AS SOON NOT HAVE A TRIAL?

NO FUSS, HUH?

UH, NO, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

YOU DID THE CUTTING.

COME THE THAW, YOU BRING IN 5 PONIES

AND YOU GIVE THEM OVER TO SKINNY HERE.

5?

AND YOU...

YOU BRING IN 2.

YOU GIVE THEM OVER, YOU HEAR?

YES, SIR.

HERE'S THE BULLWHIP, BILL.

MAYBE WE DON'T NEED THIS WHIP NOW.

LET ME TELL YOU--

COME THE SPRING,

SKINNY DON'T HAVE THOSE PONIES,

I'M GOING TO COME LOOKING FOR YOU.

YOU AIN'T EVEN GOING TO WHIP THEM?

WELL, I FINED THEM INSTEAD, ALICE.

FOR WHAT THEY DONE,

SKINNY GETS SOME PONIES,

AND THAT'S IT?

THAT AIN'T FAIR, LITTLE BILL.

THAT AIN'T FAIR!

HAVEN'T YOU SEEN

ENOUGH BLOOD FOR ONE NIGHT, HUH?

UH, HELL, ALICE...

IT AIN'T LIKE THEY WAS, UH...

TRAMPS OR LOAFERS

OR BAD MEN. YOU KNOW,

THEY WERE JUST HARD-WORKING BOYS

THAT, UH, WAS FOOLISH.

IF THEY WAS GIVEN OVER TO WICKEDNESS IN A REGULAR WAY--

LIKE WHORES.

ALICE!

TEND TO DELILAH.

GO AHEAD.

[THUNDER]

I GOT $85.

I DON'T KNOW.

IF DELILAH DOESN'T CARE ONE WAY OR THE OTHER,

WHAT ARE WE ALL GETTING SO RILED UP ABOUT?

JUST BECAUSE WE LET THEM SMELLY FOOLS

RIDE US LIKE HORSES

DON'T MEAN WE GOT TO LET THEM BRAND US LIKE HORSES.

MAYBE WE AIN'T NOTHING BUT WHORES,

BUT WE--BY GOD,

WE AIN'T HORSES.

I GOT $112.

THAT'S EVERYTHING.

HOW ABOUT YOU, FAITH?

200.

$240.

JESUS, FAITH,

WHAT YOU BEEN DOING?

YOU BEEN GIVING SKINNY SOMETHING SPECIAL?

SHE LAUGHS.

WITH WHAT KATE GOT,

AND SILKY GOT SOME, AND THEN MINE--

IT AIN'T ENOUGH.

NOT YET, MAYBE.

[PIGS GRUNTING]

YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE NO ROOTIN'-TOOTIN'

SON-OF-A-BITCHIN' COLD-BLOODED ASSASSIN.

SAY WHAT?

MY GUESS IS YOU'RE CALLING YOURSELF

MR. WILLIAM MUNNY.

YOU HAVE ME CONFUSED WITH SOMEONE ELSE, MISTER.

SAME ONE WHO SHOT CHARLIE PEPPER UP IN LAKE COUNTY?

PA! HEY, PA!

YEAH. WHAT'S UP, SON?

2 MORE HOGS GOT THE FEVER.

YOU SHOT CHARLIE PEPPER, DIDN'T YOU?

AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED WILLIAM HARVEY

ROBBED THAT TRAIN OVER IN MISSOURI?

NOW, HOLD ON, MISTER.

SON, YOU GET THOSE HOGS SEPARATED THERE.

PENNY, WHY DON'T YOU HELP YOUR BROTHER OUT.

THAT ONE'S SICK, TOO.

YEAH?

WE'LL TALK INSIDE.

SO YOU'RE PETE SOTHOW'S NEPHEW, HUH?

I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU WAS SOMEONE COME TO KILL ME

FOR SOMETHING I DONE IN THE OLD DAYS.

I COULD HAVE.

EASY.

I GUESS MAYBE SO.

LIKE I WAS SAYING,

YOU DON'T LOOK NO MEANER-THAN-HELL,

COLD-BLOODED DAMN KILLER.

MAYBE I AIN'T.

UNCLE PETE SAYS YOU WAS THE MEANEST

GODDAMNED SON OF A BITCH ALIVE,

AND IF I EVER WANTED A PARTNER FOR A KILLING,

YOU WERE THE WORST ONE...

MEANING THE BEST...

ON ACCOUNT OF YOU'RE AS COLD AS THE SNOW,

AND YOU DON'T HAVE NO WEAK NERVE NOR FEAR.

PETE SAID THAT, HUH?

YEAH.

YEAH, HE DID.

I'M A DAMN KILLER MYSELF,

'CEPT THAT I AIN'T KILLED AS MANY AS YOU

BECAUSE OF MY YOUTH.

THE SCHOFIELD KID IS WHAT THEY CALL ME.

WHY?

YOU FROM SCHOFIELD?

HEH. NAH.

IT'S ON ACCOUNT OF MY, UH...

SCHOFIELD MODEL SMITH & WESSON PISTOL.

HOW ABOUT IT, WILL?

HOW ABOUT WHAT?

HOW ABOUT BEING MY PARTNER?

I'M HEADING UP NORTH

IN THROUGH NIOBRARA UP TO WYOMING.

GOING TO KILL A COUPLE OF NO-GOOD COWBOYS.

FOR WHAT?

FOR CUTTING UP A LADY.

THEY CUT UP HER FACE.

CUT HER EYES OUT.

THEY CUT HER EARS OFF.

HELL, THEY EVEN CUT HER TEATS.

JESUS.

$1,000 REWARD, WILL.

500 APIECE.

PA.

I CAN'T MOVE THOSE DAMN PIGS.

WATCH YOUR CUSSING, NOW, WILL YOU?

DO THE BEST YOU CAN WITH IT

AND GO TO THE PUMP AND GET YOURSELF CLEANED UP.

COME ON. GO ON.

I AIN'T LIKE THAT ANYMORE, KID.

IT WAS WHISKEY DONE IT

MUCH AS ANYTHING ELSE,

AND I AIN'T HAD A DROP IN OVER 10 YEARS.

MY WIFE, SHE...

CURED ME OF THAT,

CURED ME OF DRINK AND WICKEDNESS.

WELL, YOU DON'T LOOK SO PROSPEROUS.

HELL, YOU COULD BUY HER A NEW DRESS

WITH YOUR HALF.

WE COULD KILL THEM TWO,

YOU COULD BUY YOUR WIFE

ONE OF THEM FANCY--

SHE'S PASSED ON.

WHAT?

BEEN GONE NEAR 3 YEARS NOW.

OH.

DON'T TELL NO ONE ELSE ABOUT THE REWARD AND ALL.

DON'T NEED NO OTHER GUNMEN TRYING TO COLLECT.

WE DON'T SEE NO ONE OUT HERE.

YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WAS TO CHANGE YOUR MIND,

MIGHT BE YOU COULD CATCH ME.

I'LL BE RIDING DUE WEST FOR THE WESTERN TRAIL,

HEADING NORTH INTO WYOMING.

COME ON, LET'S SEPARATE THOSE HOGS.

[SQUEALING]

PA?

2 OF THEM OTHERS--

I THINK THEY GOT THE FEVER.

TOOK YOU BOYS A WHILE.

A COUPLE MORE DAYS,

AND I WAS GOING TO CALL ON THE SHERIFF.

HOW ABOUT THAT?

THE RIVER WAS ALL SWOLL UP.

WE COULDN'T CROSS IT.

I'LL BET.

SLEEPY, GET THEM HORSES OVER TO THE LIVERY.

NEIL, TAKE THAT ONE OVER AROUND BACK.

YEAH, COME ON,

GET ON IN THERE.

COME ON.

COME ON.

WHOO! GET ON.

AW, NOW, HERE'S A BEAUTY.

YOU GOT 2 OF MINE.

THIS HERE ONE AIN'T YOURS.

OH, WE GONNA SEE ABOUT THAT.

GET OUT OF TOWN!

GET OUT!

TAKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND WITH YOU!

YOU BUTCHER!

THIS HERE PONY...

I BRUNG FOR THE LADY--

THE ONE MY PARTNER CUT.

WHOA, WHOA.

SHE'S THE BEST OF THE LOT...

BETTER THAN THE ONES I GAVE HIM.

SHE CAN SELL HER OR...

OR DO WHAT SHE WANTS.

A PONY?

SHE AIN'T GOT NO FACE LEFT.

YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE HER A GODDAMN MANGY PONY?

SHE AIN'T MANGY, MA'AM.

GET OUT!

GET OUT OF HERE!

WE DON'T NEED YOUR CHARITY!

GET OUT OF HERE!

WE DON'T WANT YOUR PONY!

GET OUT OF OUR TOWN!

[GUNSHOT]

DID PA USED TO KILL FOLKS?

PENNY, I COULD TELL

YOUR MA LIKED THOSE FLOWERS I GAVE HER.

HE AIN'T HARDLY A SADDLE HORSE NO MORE, PA.

HE AIN'T USED TO THE FEEL.

YOU TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER, NOW, SON.

AND YOU KILL A FEW CHICKENS IF YOU HAVE TO,

AND KEEP THOSE HOGS THAT GOT THE FEVER SEPARATE.

IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEM,

YOU GO SEE SALLY TWO TREES AT NED LOGAN'S.

WHOA, WHOA.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.

WHOA.

[NEIGH]

WHOA.

AIN'T HARDLY BEEN IN THE SADDLE MYSELF IN A WHILE.

THIS OLD HORSE IS GETTING EVEN WITH ME

FOR THE SINS OF MY YOUTH.

IN MY YOUTH, BEFORE I MET YOUR DEAR DEPARTED MA,

I USED TO BE WEAK AND GIVEN TO MISTREATING ANIMALS.

COME ON, COME ON.

ALL RIGHT.

THIS HORSE AND THE HOGS OVER THERE...

WHOA.

ARE GETTING EVEN WITH ME FOR THE CRUELTY

THAT I INFLICTED.

I USED TO BE ABLE TO CUSS

AND WHIP A HORSE LIKE THIS,

BUT YOUR MA, REST HER SOUL,

SHOWED ME THE ERROR OF MY WAYS.

I'LL BE BACK IN A COUPLE WEEKS.

YOU REMEMBER HOW THE SPIRIT OF YOUR DEAR DEPARTED MA

WATCHES OVER YOU.

WHERE'D YOU GET THAT MONEY?

WE AIN'T GOT ANY MONEY!

YOU TOLD THEM COWBOYS YOU HAD IT.

WE WAS LYING!

LYING? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO

WHEN SOMEBODY COMES TO COLLECT?

HUH? YOU GONNA HUMP 'EM?

YOU GONNA HUMP 'EM A THOUSAND TIMES?!

THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO COME AFTER THAT 1,000

WON'T TOLERATE YOU NOT HAVING IT!

THEY WON'T JUST CUT UP YOUR FACE A LITTLE!

YOU STUPID BITCHES.

YOU STUPID BITCHES.

[DROPS PLANK]

SHIT! DAMN! DAMN IT. JESUS!

HIT YOUR FINGER, HUH?

HELLO, SKINNY.

YOU SNUCK UP ON ME.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HER?

WELL, I HEARD YOU DONE THE ROOF YOURSELF.

THE ROOF? JESUS, SKINNY,

I DID PRACTICALLY THE WHOLE THING MYSELF.

WELL, THE ROBERTS BOY, HE CARRIED SOME WOOD FOR ME,

BUT THAT'S ALL.

WHAT IS ALL THAT WOOD?

THAT'S FOR MY PORCH.

I'M BUILDING A PORCH HERE

SO I CAN SIT OF AN EVENING

AND SMOKE MY PIPE, DRINK COFFEE,

AND WATCH THE SUNSET.

WELL, CAME ALL THE WAY OUT HERE

JUST TO TAKE A LOOK AT HER, HUH?

OH, THEM WHORES.

OH, YEAH?

THEM WHORES BEEN HUMPING AND HUMPING ALL THEM COWBOYS

WHO COME INTO TOWN THE LAST 2 WEEKS.

AH, SHIT, SKINNY.

YOU KNOW, WE GOT OUR RAILROAD BARONS,

WE GOT CATTLE BARONS.

YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE FIRST BILLIARD BARON.

YEAH, WELL, THEY'VE BEEN HUMPING THEM

AND TELLING EVERY BOWLEGGED ONE OF THEM

THAT THEY'RE PAYING $1,000 TO WHATEVER SON OF A BITCH

KILLS THE 2 BOYS THAT... CUT UP DELILAH.

THOSE COWBOYS ARE RIDING THAT BEEF

DOWN TO KANSAS AND CHEYENNE.

YEAH.

HOW LONG? ALL WEEK?

WELL, I DIDN'T HEAR NOTHING TILL LAST NIGHT MYSELF.

HELL, THE WORD'S PROBABLY GOT

ALL THE WAY DOWN TO TEXAS BY NOW.

SHIT, BILL, I GUESS NOBODY'S GOING TO COME CLEAR FROM TEXAS.

YOU SURE THOSE WHORES GOT ALL THAT MONEY?

WELL, YOU KNOW, WOMEN CAN LIE.

KNOCK THEM AROUND A LITTLE BIT, ASK THEM WHERE THE MONEY IS,

THEY AIN'T GOT NONE.

BUT THEY COULD HAVE SQUIRRELED AWAY THAT MUCH,

THE 5 OF THEM.

MAYBE.

THAT MUCH, HUH?

YOU COULD RUN OFF THEM 2 COWBOYS.

I COULD RUN OFF THEM WHORES.

WELL, I GUESS THEY'LL JUST UP AND RUN ANYHOW,

THEM TWO.

NOPE.

THEY'LL STAY OUT THERE AT THE BAR T...

CLOSE TO THEIR FRIENDS.

OH, SHIT, BILL. COULD BE NOBODY WON'T COME AT ALL.

WELL, GOT TO GO. I LIKE YOUR HOUSE.

[MOO]

WELL, I'LL BE...

IT'S WILL.

HEY, WILL.

COME ON IN THE HOUSE OUT OF THE SUN.

NED.

SALLY, SEE TO WILL'S HORSE.

SALLY.

WHAT YOU DOING HERE, WILL?

JUST THOUGHT I'D DROP IN ON YOU.

HELL, WILL, WE AIN'T BAD MEN NO MORE.

SHIT, WE'RE FARMERS.

SHOULD BE EASY KILLING THEM...

SUPPOSING THEY DON'T GO ON DOWN TO TEXAS FIRST.

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN

SINCE YOU FIRED A GUN AT A MAN, WILL?

9, 10 YEARS?

11.

EASY, HUH?

HELL, I DON'T KNOW THAT IT WAS ALL THAT EASY

EVEN BACK THEN.

WE WAS YOUNG AND FULL OF BEANS.

I MEAN, IF YOU WAS MAD AT THEM, WILL, I MEAN,

IF THEY'D DONE YOU SOME WRONG, I COULD SEE SHOOTING THEM.

WE DONE STUFF FOR MONEY BEFORE, NED.

YEAH.

WE THOUGHT WE DID.

ALL RIGHT, SO WHAT DID THESE FELLAS DO?

CHEAT AT CARDS? STEAL SOME STRAYS?

SPIT ON A RICH FELLA? WHAT?

NO. THEY CUT UP A WOMAN.

WHAT?

YEAH. CUT UP HER FACE...

CUT HER EYES OUT, CUT HER FINGERS OFF.

CUT HER TITS.

EVERYTHING BUT HER CUNNY, I SUPPOSE.

I'LL BE DOGGED.

WELL... GUESS THEY GOT IT COMING.

OF COURSE, YOU KNOW, WILL...

IF CLAUDIA WAS ALIVE,

YOU WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS.

DON'T SUPPOSE YOU'D MIND LOOKING IN

ON MY YOUNGSTERS NEXT WEEK?

I GOT SOME HOGS THEY'RE TRYING TO SEPARATE.

WILL...HOW LONG YOU RECKON YOU'RE GOING TO BE?

2 WEEKS, I GUESS.

WILL.

UH...

THIS KID, WHAT'S HE LIKE?

3 WAYS?

I SEE YOU STILL HAVE THAT SPENCER RIFLE, HUH?

YEAH. AND I CAN STILL KNOCK THE EYE OUT

OF A BIRD FLYING, TOO.

[NEIGH]

JESUS, WILL.

DOWN.

HE MUST BE MOVING RIGHT ALONG.

YEAH. WE'LL COME ACROSS HIM TOMORROW, I RECKON.

KIND OF GOT USED TO MY BED.

THIS AIN'T GOING TO BE LIKE NO HOME.

UH-HUH. THAT AIN'T THE ONLY THING

I'M GOING TO BE MISSING, I TELL YOU.

BOY, I'M GOING TO...

HELL, WILL, I'M SORRY.

DON'T FRET IT. IT AIN'T NOTHIN'.

SHE DON'T LIKE IT MUCH, DOES SHE,

YOU RIDING OFF WITH ME?

SALLY?

GAVE ME THE EVIL EYE.

WELL, YOU KNOW, SALLY'S INJUN, AND...

INJUNS AIN'T OVER-FRIENDLY, WILL.

HMM.

I DON'T BLAME HER.

I AIN'T GOING TO HOLD IT AGAINST HER.

SHE KNEW ME BACK THEN.

SHE KNEW WHAT A...NO-GOOD SON OF A BITCH I WAS.

SHE JUST AIN'T ALLOWING THAT I'VE CHANGED.

SHE DON'T REALIZE I AIN'T LIKE THAT NO MORE.

WELL, YOU KNOW, WILL--

I AIN'T THE SAME, NED.

CLAUDIA, SHE STRAIGHTENED ME UP,

CLEARED ME OF DRINKING WHISKEY AND ALL.

JUST 'CAUSE WE'RE GOING ON THIS KILLING,

THAT DON'T MEAN I'M GONNA GO BACK

TO BEING THE WAY I WAS.

I JUST NEED THE MONEY,

GET A NEW START FOR THEM YOUNGSTERS.

YEAH, YEAH.

NED, YOU REMEMBER THAT DROVER I SHOT THROUGH THE MOUTH

AND HIS TEETH CAME OUT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD?

YEAH.

I THINK ABOUT HIM NOW AND AGAIN.

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE TO GET SHOT.

AT LEAST NOTHING I COULD REMEMBER WHEN I SOBERED UP.

WELL...

YOU WAS ONE CRAZY SON OF A BITCH, WILL.

YEAH, NO ONE LIKED ME,

AND THE BOYS ALL THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SHOOT THEM

OUT OF PURE MEANNESS.

WELL, YOU AIN'T LIKE THAT NO MORE.

EAGLE, HE HATED MY GUTS.

BONAPARTE DIDN'T THINK TOO MUCH OF ME, EITHER.

QUINCY, NEITHER, I RECKON.

NO. QUINCY USED TO JUST...

WATCH ALL THE TIME...

SCARED.

WELL, LIKE I SAID...

YOU AIN'T LIKE THAT NO MORE.

THAT'S RIGHT.

I'M JUST A FELLA NOW.

I AIN'T NO DIFFERENT THAN ANYONE ELSE...

NO MORE.

ALL I WANT TO KNOW IS WHAT SON OF A BITCH

SHOT HIM, IS ALL.

WAS IT ONE OF THEM JOHN BULLS?

OH, NO, SIR. I BELIEVE THE WOULD-BE ASSASSIN

TO BE A GENTLEMAN OF FRENCH ANCESTRY,

OR SO IT WOULD SEEM.

I DON'T WISH TO GIVE OFFENSE WHEN I OBSERVE

THAT THE FRENCH ARE KNOWN TO BE A RACE OF ASS-ASSINS,

THOUGH THEY CAN'T SHOOT WORTH A DAMN.

ANY FRENCHMEN IN THE PRESENT COMPANY

ARE EXCLUDED, OF COURSE.

SAYS HERE A FELLA BY THE NAME OF GUITEAU.

G-U-I-T--

SURE AS HELL SOUNDS LIKE A JOHN BULL TO ME.

WELL, SIR, AGAIN, I DON'T WISH TO GIVE OFFENSE

WHEN I SUGGEST THAT THIS COUNTRY SHOULD SELECT A, UH...

KING, OR EVEN A QUEEN, RATHER THAN A PRESIDENT.

ONE ISN'T THAT QUICK TO SHOOT A KING OR A QUEEN.

THE, UH, MAJESTY OF ROYALTY, YOU SEE.

WELL, MAYBE YOU DON'T WISH TO GIVE OFFENSE, SIR,

BUT YOU ARE GIVING IT PRETTY THICK.

THIS COUNTRY DON'T NEED NO QUEENS WHATSOEVER, I RECKON.

AS A MATTER OF FACT, WHEN I HEARED ABOUT QUEENS--

SHUT UP, JOE.

WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU, THIRSTY?

THIS DUDE SON OF A BITCH--

MIGHT BE THAT THIS DUDE HERE IS ENGLISH BOB.

HE'S THE ONE THAT WORKS FOR THE RAILROAD

SHOOTING CHINAMEN.

MIGHT BE HE'S WAITING FOR SOME CRAZY COWBOY

TO TOUCH HIS PISTOL SO HE CAN SHOOT HIM DOWN.

IS THAT A FACT, MISTER?

YOU ENGLISH BOB?

PHEASANT?

LET'S SHOOT SOME PHEASANTS.

10 SHOTS, AT, LET'S SAY, UH...

A DOLLAR A PHEASANT.

I'LL SHOOT FOR THE QUEEN AND YOU FOR...

WELL, WHOMEVER.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[PHEASANT SQUAWKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

WELL, THAT'S 8 FOR ME AND ONE FOR YOU.

THAT COMES TO 7 OF YOUR AMERICAN DOLLARS.

PRETTY DAMN GOOD SHOOTING...

FOR A JOHN BULL.

WELL, NO DOUBT YOUR AIM WAS AFFECTED BY YOUR GRIEF...

OVER THE INJURY TO YOUR PRESIDENT.

COME ON.

COME ON.

HYAH!

AH, IT'S THE CLIMATE THAT DOES IT--

THAT AND THE INFERNAL DISTANCES.

DOES WHAT?

INDUCES PEOPLE TO SHOOT PERSONS IN HIGH PLACES.

YEAH, UH...

YOU KNOW, IT'S A SAVAGE COUNTRY, REALLY.

THAT'S THE SECOND ONE THEY SHOT IN 20 YEARS.

IT'S UNCIVILIZED, SHOOTING...

PERSONS OF SUBSTANCE.

OH...

POP.

POP, POP.

[NEIGH]

HYAH!

HYAH!

HYAH!

HYAH!

HYAH!

COME ON, NOW!

HYAH!

HYAH!

WHOA.

WHOA.

WHOA, WHOA!

THANK YOU.

PARDON ME, GENTLEMEN.

THE LOCAL ORDINANCE OBLIGES YOU

TO SURRENDER ALL SIDEARMS TO THE PROPER AUTHORITIES

FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR VISIT.

PROPER AUTHORITY?

WELL, I CAN ASSURE YOU, YOUNG MAN,

THAT NEITHER MY COMPANION NOR I CARRY FIREARMS

ON OUR PERSON.

WE RELY UPON THE GOOD WILL OF OUR FELLOW MAN

AND THE FORBEARANCE OF REPTILES.

COME ON. DINNERTIME.

HYAH!

UNARMED, MY ASS.

AW, CRAP, IT'S HOT.

IF I'M GOING TO GET SHOT,

I'D RATHER IT WAS HOT THAN COLD.

EVERYTHING HURTS ME MORE WHEN IT'S COLD.

YOU KNOW HOW IF YOU HIT YOUR THUMB AND IT'S COLD--

SHUT UP, FATTY.

I ONLY SAID--

CLYDE'S BACK.

IS LITTLE BILL WITH HIM?

NO. SHIT.

YOU BOYS CLEAN MY REMINGTON?

CLEANED AND LOADED.

WHERE'S LITTLE BILL, FOR CHRIST SAKE?

BUILDING HIS DAMN PORCH.

BUILDING HIS PORCH?

IF YOU WERE TO GET SHOT, ANDY,

WOULD YOU LIKE IT BETTER ON A HOT DAY OR A COLD DAY?

I AIN'T GONNA GET SHOT.

HE'S COMING, AIN'T HE?

OF COURSE HE'S COMING.

I JUST LOADED THAT. WHAT YOU DOING?

I DON'T TRUST NOBODY TO LOAD MY GUNS.

NOT FOR A SHOOTING.

WHAT DID HE SAY?

LITTLE BILL? HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHING.

HE SAID HE WAS BUILDING HIS PORCH.

YOU SEEN THAT THING?

IT WAS ALL LOADED. I MEAN, JESUS, CLYDE,

YOU GOT 3 PISTOLS AND ONLY GOT ONE ARM, FOR CHRIST SAKE.

I JUST DON'T WANT TO GET KILLED

FOR LACK OF SHOOTING BACK.

YOU KNOW, HE DON'T HAVE A STRAIGHT ANGLE

ON THAT WHOLE GODDAMN PORCH.

OR THE WHOLE HOUSE, FOR THAT MATTER.

HE IS THE WORST DAMN CARPENTER.

HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHING, HUH?

ASKED WHAT THEY LOOKED LIKE, THAT'S ALL.

CHRIST, MAYBE HE'S TOUGH,

BUT HE SURE AIN'T NO CARPENTER.

MAYBE HE AIN'T SO TOUGH.

SEEM LIKE HE WAS SCARED?

LITTLE BILL? HIM SCARED?

WE NEVER SEEN HIM

UP AGAINST ANY LIKE THESE ONES.

KILLERS.

LITTLE BILL COME OUT OF KANSAS AND TEXAS, BOYS.

HE WORKED IN TOUGH TOWNS.

JUST WONDERED.

ANYBODY COULD BE SCARED.

WELL, HE WASN'T SCARED, BOYS.

HE JUST AIN'T NO CARPENTER.

WELL, THERE'S A DIGNITY IN ROYALTY,

A MAJESTY, WHICH PRECLUDES THE LIKELIHOOD

OF ASSASSINATION.

NOW, IF YOU WERE TO POINT A PISTOL

AT A KING OR QUEEN,

YOUR HANDS WOULD SHAKE AS THOUGH PALSIED.

I WOULDN'T POINT NO PISTOL AT NOBODY, SIR.

OH, THAT'S A WISE POLICY, A WISE POLICY.

BUT IF YOU DID,

I CAN ASSURE YOU, IF YOU DID,

THAT THE SIGHT OF ROYALTY WILL CAUSE YOU

TO DISMISS ALL THOUGHTS OF BLOODSHED

AND YOU WOULD STAND--

HOW SHALL I PUT IT--

IN AWE.

NOW...

A PRESIDENT? WELL, I MEAN,

WHY NOT SHOOT THE PRESIDENT?

HA HA HA HA.

KEEP THE CHANGE.

THANK YOU.

THIS STRAWBERRY ALICE PERSON-- TELL ME AGAIN.

DOWN THE STREET AND ACROSS.

GREELY'S BEER GARDEN AND BILLIARD PARLOR.

JUST ASK FOR ALICE.

SAY YOU WANT A GAME OF BILLIARDS.

BILLIARDS? EVEN THOUGH I DON'T REALLY WISH TO PLAY?

WELL, NO MATTER.

THEY BURNED THE TABLE IN '78 FOR FIREWOOD.

QUITE RIGHT. QUITE RIGHT.

WELL, MR. BEAUCHAMP,

I THINK A CUP OF TEA WOULD--

HELLO, BOB.

BOYS, THIS HERE IS ENGLISH BOB.

I'LL BE SHITTIN' FRIED EGGS.

BEEN A LONG TIME, BOB.

DID YOU RUN OUT OF CHINAMEN?

LITTLE BILL. BUT I THOUGHT YOU WAS, UM,

I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE DEAD.

I SEE YOU'VE SHAVED YOUR CHIN WHISKERS OFF.

I WAS TASTING THE SOUP 2 HOURS AFTER I ET IT.

ACTUALLY, WHAT I HEARD WAS THAT YOU FELL OFF YOUR HORSE--

DRUNK, OF COURSE--

AND THAT YOU BROKE YOUR BLOODY NECK.

I HEARD THAT ONE MYSELF, BOB.

HELL, I EVEN THOUGHT I WAS DEAD.

TILL I FOUND OUT THAT IT WAS JUST

THAT I WAS IN NEBRASKA.

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

W.W. BEAUCHAMP.

BEAUCHAMP.

THIS IS LITTLE BILL DAGGETT...

AND FRIENDS, OF COURSE.

DAGGETT. FROM NEW-- FROM NEWTON, HAYS?

FROM ABILENE?

IN PERSON.

YOU WORK FOR THE RAILROADS, TOO, MR. BEAUCHAMP?

NO. I WRITE. I WRITE...

LETTERS?

BOOKS, BILL. BOOKS.

HA HA! ACTUALLY, UH...UH, HE'S MY BIOGRAPHER.

I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU,

MR. BEAUCHAMP.

IT'S ONLY A BOOK.

A BOOK, HUH?

I GUESS THAT MEANS YOU BOYS CAN READ.

SO I GUESS THAT MEANS THAT YOU SAW THE SIGNS

OUTSIDE OF TOWN THERE SAYING, "SURRENDER YOUR FIREARMS."

BUT LIKE YOU TOLD YOUNG ANDY HERE...

YOU'RE NOT ARMED, ARE YOU, BOB?

WELL, NOT REALLY, BILL.

GOT A PEACEMAKER, BUT THAT WOULDN'T WORRY YOU,

WOULD IT, BILL?

I MEAN, IF YOU DON'T SEE IT,

OR MOST PARTICULARLY, IF YOU DON'T HEAR IT.

I'M AFRAID SO, BOB.

I DON'T LIKE FIREARMS AROUND.

BE VERY CAREFUL WITH IT, SONNY.

CHARLEY, SEE WHAT KIND OF BOOKS MR. BEAUCHAMP IS PACKING HERE.

MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GET WET.

NO SHIT, LITTLE BILL.

ALL HE'S GOT HERE IS WRITING STUFF AND THIS HERE BOOK.

THE DUCK OF DEATH.

UH, DUKE.

THE DUKE, BILL.

WELL, GOOD AFTERNOON, GENTLEMEN.

I'LL HAVE THAT .32, BOB.

NOW, LITTLE BILL. AHEM.

YOU WILL LEAVE ME AT THE MERCY OF MY ENEMIES.

ENEMIES, BOB?

YOU BEEN TALKING ABOUT THE QUEEN AGAIN?

ON INDEPENDENCE DAY?

UHH!

EASY. EASY.

EASY.

UHH!

I GUESS YOU THINK I'M KICKING YOU, BOB.

BUT IT AIN'T SO!

WHAT I'M DOING IS TALKING.

YOU HEAR?

TALKING TO ALL THOSE VILLAINS

DOWN THERE IN KANSAS!

AND I'M TALKING TO ALL THOSE VILLAINS IN MISSOURI!

AND ALL THOSE VILLAINS--

DOWN THERE IN CHEYENNE.

I'M TELLING THEM THERE AIN'T NO WHORE'S GOLD!

AND EVEN IF THERE WAS,

THEY WOULDN'T WANT TO COME LOOKING FOR IT...

ANYHOW!

[NEIGH]

WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!

GO ON, GET OUT OF HERE!

SCOOT!

GO ON, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

HEY, WILL.

YOU EVER GO INTO TOWN?

ON OCCASION.

SELL A HOG, PICK UP SUPPLIES.

NO, NO. I MEAN...

I MEAN GET YOURSELF A WOMAN OR SOMETHING.

NO. UH...

NO, I NEVER GO INTO TOWN FOR THAT.

A MAN LIKE ME...

ONLY WOMAN A MAN LIKE ME COULD GET

IS ONE HE'D HAVE TO PAY FOR, AND...

AND THAT AIN'T RIGHT, BUYING FLESH.

CLAUDIA, REST HER SOUL,

WOULD NEVER WANT ME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT,

ME BEING A FATHER AND ALL.

SO...

YOU JUST USE YOUR HAND?

I DON'T MISS IT ALL THAT MUCH.

[GUNSHOT]

[NEIGH]

[GUNSHOT]

WILL!

[GUNSHOT]

GODDAMN, SOMEBODY'S SHOOTING AT US.

YEAH.

SHIT. DID IT HIT YOU?

OH. NO, I BUMPED MY HEAD FALLING OFF MY HORSE.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

AIN'T SHOOTING AT US NO MORE.

[GUNSHOT]

SHOOTING WAY OVER YONDER.

[GUNSHOT]

WHAT THE HELL'S HE SHOOTING AT OVER THERE?

BEATS THE HELL OUT OF ME.

[GUNSHOT]

YOU DON'T RECKON WE IN SOMEBODY'S FIELD, DO YOU?

I DIDN'T SEE NOTHING PLANTED.

[GUNSHOT]

SHOOTING AT US AGAIN.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

HE'S SHOOTING AT THE WHOLE HORIZON, WILL.

HEY!

WAIT A MINUTE. YOU'LL MARK US.

HEY, KID!

KID?

YOU MEAN THAT'S THE KID SHOOTING AT US?

HEY, KID, IT'S ME-- WILL MUNNY.

WHAT THE HELL'S THE KID SHOOTING AT US FOR?

IS THAT YOU?

YEAH!

YEAH, IT'S ME!

NOW, DON'T GO SHOOTING AT US NO MORE,

YOU HEAR ME?

WHO IN THE HELL YOU GOT WITH YOU, WILL?

THAT'S NED LOGAN, MY OLD PARTNER.

NOW, DON'T GO SHOOTING AT US, YOU HEAR?

WE'RE GOING TO COLLECT OUR HORSES

AND COME ON OVER THERE.

YOU AIN'T GOING TO SHOOT NOW, ARE YOU?

NO.

NO, I AIN'T.

CHASED THAT HORSE A DAMN MILE.

WHAT THE HELL WAS YOU SHOOTING AT US FOR, ANYHOW?

I THOUGHT YOU WAS FOLLOWING ME.

WE WAS FOLLOWING YOU.

LIKE YOU SAID, IF I CHANGED MY MIND--

WASN'T NOTHING SAID ABOUT NO PARTNER, WILL.

Will: WELL, THIS HERE'S NED LOGAN.

THIS IS THE SCHOFIELD KID,

NEPHEW TO PETE SOTHOW.

I SEEN 2 FELLAS FOLLOWING ME.

MY GUESS IS YOU COME TO KILL ME.

WE NEVER TALKED ABOUT NO OTHER FELLA.

WELL, THERE'S 2 OF THEM COWBOYS, ISN'T THERE?

BETTER THERE'S 3 OF US,

IN CASE THEY GOT FRIENDS.

I FIGURE I CAN TAKE CARE OF THEM COWBOYS MYSELF.

IT DON'T TAKE 3.

NED'S AN AWFUL GOOD SHOT WITH A RIFLE.

HIT A BIRD IN THE EYE FLYING.

BETTER THAN YOU, ANYHOW, KID.

HELL, YOU WASN'T EVEN

COMING CLOSE.

GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF MY RIFLE, MISTER.

THOUGHT I'D CHECK IT FOR YOU.

THOUGHT MAYBE SOMETHING WAS BENT.

IT AIN'T BENT.

WELL, YOU WAS SHOOTING ALL OVER CREATION.

YOU GOING TO SHARE YOUR HALF WITH HIM?

I FIGURE 3 WAYS.

YOU FIGURED WRONG.

SORRY I WASTED YOUR TIME, NED.

WHAT, YOU GOING BACK WITH HIM?

WELL, HE'S MY PARTNER.

HE DON'T GO, I DON'T GO.

WHAT'S IT COME TO 3 WAYS?

SHIT.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PISSING ON ABOUT?

WHAT?

WELL, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, ANYHOW?

LOOKING AT?

CLOUDS, KID.

HE WAS LOOKING AT THEM CLOUDS OVER YONDER

ON ACCOUNT OF WE GOT A STORM RIDING UP OUR ASS.

OH, THEM.

HELL, I SEEN THEM.

YOU WERE SMART TO CHANGE YOUR MIND, KID.

YEAH?

YEAH. I'M A REAL GOOD SHOT WITH THIS RIFLE.

HERE.

SEE THAT HAWK UP THERE?

I COULD HIT THAT HAWK WITH ONE SHOT.

HELL, I COULD HIT IT, TOO, NED,

IF I DIDN'T MIND WASTING A SHOT.

THERE AIN'T NO HAWK, KID.

YOU CAN'T SEE FOR SHIT, CAN YOU?

SEE YOUR CANTEEN?

ALL RIGHT. HOW FAR CAN YOU SEE?

FAR ENOUGH.

WE AIN'T GOING TO WYOMING TO SHOOT CANTEENS, GODDAMN IT.

HOW FAR? 100 YARDS?

MORE.

CAN YOU SEE THAT SCRUB OAK YONDER?

FUCK YOU, NED.

HE'S BLIND, WILL.

I AIN'T BLIND, YOU ASSHOLE!

NOW, HOLD ON. HOLD IT.

HOW FAR CAN YOU SEE, KID? 50 YARDS?

YOU BET YOUR ASS I CAN SEE 50 YARDS, WILL.

I CAN SEE WELL ENOUGH

TO SHOOT THIS SON OF A BITCH

RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME.

NOW, HOLD ON.

YOU HEAR THAT, NED?

KID CAN SEE 50 YARDS FINE.

JESUS.

50 YARDS WILL DO JUST FINE.

NOW LET'S MOVE OUT.

BOY, THEY LOOK LIKE REAL HARD CASES, BOB.

DID YOU KILL ALL 7 OF THEM DEAD,

OR JUST WING SOME OF THEM?

NOW, THAT IS YOU THERE,

HERE EMBALMED ON THE COVER?

THE DUCK OF DEATH?

UH, THE DUKE.

D-D-DUKE OF DEATH.

DUKE. OH, YEAH.

YOU ALWAYS WERE HELL AND JESUS WITH A PISTOL, BOB.

BUT 7 OF THEM? BOY.

AND YOU PROTECTING THAT WOMAN AND ALL.

HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THAT?

UH...

WELL, YOU SEE, UH...

IT'S GENERALLY CONSIDERED DESIRABLE

IN THE PUBLISHING BUSINESS

TO TAKE A CERTAIN LIBERTY

WHEN YOU'RE DEPICTING THE COVER SCENE.

IT'S FOR REASONS INVOLVING THE MARKETPLACE, ET CETERA.

WELL, MR. BEAUCHAMP,

FROM WHAT I READ IN THIS HERE BOOK,

THE WRITING'S NOT THAT MUCH DIFFERENT THAN THE PICTURE.

WELL, I CAN ASSURE YOU, MR. DAGGETT,

THAT THE EVENTS THAT ARE DESCRIBED IN THERE

ARE TAKEN FROM THE ACCOUNT OF EYEWITNESSES, SIR.

EYEWITNESSES?

YES, SIR.

YOU MEAN LIKE THE DUCK HIMSELF, I GUESS.

THE--THE DUKE.

DUCK, I SAYS.

"YOU HAVE INSULTED THE HONOR

"OF THIS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, CORCORAN,

"SAID THE DUCK.

"YOU MUST APOLOGIZE.

"BUT TWO-GUN CORCORAN WOULD HAVE NONE OF IT,

"AND CURSING, HE REACHED FOR HIS PISTOLS

"AND WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM,

"BUT THE DUCK WAS FASTER,

AND HOT LEAD BLAZED FROM HIS SMOKING SIX-GUNS."

SEE, I CONSIDER THAT

TO BE AN ACCURATE DEPICTION OF THE EVENTS,

ALBEIT--ALL RIGHT-- THERE IS A CERTAIN POETRY

TO THE LANGUAGE, WHICH I COULDN'T RESIST.

UH, MR. BEAUCHAMP...

I WAS IN THE BLUE BOTTLE SALOON IN WICHITA

THE NIGHT THAT ENGLISH BOB KILLED CORKY CORCORAN,

AND I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE...

NOR NO WOMAN...

NO TWO-GUN SHOOTERS...

NOR NONE OF THIS.

YOU WERE THERE?

YEAH, I WAS THERE.

FIRST OFF...

CORKY NEVER CARRIED TWO GUNS,

ALTHOUGH HE SHOULD HAVE.

NOW, HE--HE WAS--

HE WAS CALLED TWO-GUN CORCORAN.

A LOT OF FOLKS DID CALL HIM TWO-GUN,

BUT THAT WASN'T BECAUSE HE WAS SPORTING TWO PISTOLS.

THAT WAS BECAUSE HE HAD A DICK THAT WAS SO BIG,

IT WAS LONGER THAN THE BARREL ON THAT WALKER COLT HE CARRIED.

AND THE ONLY INSULTING HE EVER DID

WAS STICK THAT THING OF HIS

INTO THIS FRENCH LADY

THAT ENGLISH BOB HERE WAS KIND OF SWEET ON.

SEE, THE NIGHT THAT CORKY WALKED INTO THE BLUE BOTTLE,

AND BEFORE HE KNOWS WHAT'S HAPPENING,

BOB HERE TAKES A SHOT AT HIM,

AND HE MISSES BECAUSE HE'S DAMN DRUNK.

NOW, THAT BULLET WHIZZING BY PANICKED OLD CORKY,

AND HE DID THE WRONG THING.

HE WENT FOR HIS GUN IN SUCH A HURRY,

HE SHOT HIS OWN DAMN TOE OFF.

MEANTIME, BOB HERE, HE'S AIMING REAL GOOD,

AND HE SQUEEZES OFF ANOTHER.

BUT HE MISSES 'CAUSE HE'S STILL SO DAMN DRUNK,

AND HE HITS THIS $1,000 MIRROR

UP OVER THE BAR.

BUT NOW THE DUCK OF DEATH IS AS GOOD AS DEAD

BECAUSE CORKY DOES IT RIGHT.

HE AIMS REAL CAREFUL.

NO HURRY.

AND?

BAM!

THE WALKER COLT BLEW UP IN HIS HAND,

WHICH WAS A FAILING COMMON TO THAT MODEL.

YOU SEE, THOUGH, IF CORKY HAD HAD TWO GUNS

INSTEAD OF JUST A BIG DICK,

HE WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE RIGHT TO THE END

TO DEFEND HIMSELF.

WAIT A MINUTE.

Y-YOU MEAN THAT ENGLISH BOB

KILLED HIM WHEN HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE--

OLD BOB WASN'T GOING TO WAIT

FOR CORKY TO GROW A NEW HAND.

NO, HE JUST WALKED OVER THERE

REAL SLOW...

'CAUSE HE WAS DRUNK.

SHOT HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE LIVER. POP!

DAMN, I DON'T LIKE ROCKS

ALL OVER MY DADGUM BACK.

I SURE DO MISS MY BED.

YOU SAID THAT LAST NIGHT.

NO, LAST NIGHT I SAID I MISSED MY WIFE.

TONIGHT I JUST MISS MY DADGUM BED.

[THUNDER AND HORSES NEIGHING]

YOU'LL MISS YOUR DADGUM ROOF HERE

IN A WHILE, I SUPPOSE.

OH, SHIT.

SAY, WILL.

HMM?

THAT BUSINESS UP IN JACKSON COUNTY,

THAT REALLY HAPPEN?

I MEAN THE WAY THEY SAY IT HAPPENED.

WHAT BUSINESS?

ON HOW THERE'S 2 DEPUTIES UP CLOSE

POINTING THEIR RIFLES RIGHT AT YOU.

HAD YOU DEAD TO RIGHTS.

YOU PULLED OUT YOUR PISTOL

AND BLEW THEM BOTH TO HELL.

ONLY TOOK A SCRATCH YOURSELF.

YEAH.

UNCLE PETE SAYS HE NEVER SEEN NOTHING LIKE IT,

SHOOTING YOUR WAY OUT OF A SCRAPE LIKE THAT.

YEAH.

WELL, I DON'T RECOLLECT.

YOU DON'T RECOLLECT?

THAT'S RIGHT.

SAY, NED.

HOW MANY MEN YOU KILLED?

AIN'T YOU GOING TO ANSWER THE QUESTION?

WHAT THE HELL'S THAT TO YOU?

WELL, I GOT TO KNOW

WHAT KIND OF FELLA I'M RIDING WITH,

IN CASE WE GET INTO A SCRAPE AND ALL.

HOW MANY MEN YOU KILLED, KID?

5.

HOW MANY?

5.

I DONE KILLED 5 OF THEM.

THAT'S INCLUDING A MEXICAN.

HE COME AT ME WITH A KNIFE.

WOULD YOU SHUT UP AND GET SOME REST.

YOU BOYS ARE AS CROTCHETY AS A COUPLE OF OLD HENS,

LET ME TELL YOU.

ACTUALLY, THEN,

MR. CORCORAN WAS FASTER ON THE DRAW THAN THE DUCK--

THAN...

E-ENGLISH BOB.

FASTER? FASTER WAS HIS MISTAKE.

IF HE HADN'T BEEN IN SUCH A GODDAMN HURRY,

HE WOULDN'T HAVE SHOT HIMSELF IN THE TOE

WITH THAT FIRST SHOT.

HE WOULD HAVE KILLED OLD BOB.

LOOK, SON...

BEING A GOOD SHOT

AND BEING QUICK WITH A PISTOL--

THAT DON'T DO NO HARM,

BUT IT DON'T MEAN MUCH

NEXT TO BEING COOL-HEADED.

A MAN WHO'LL KEEP HIS HEAD

AND NOT GET RATTLED UNDER FIRE,

LIKE AS NOT, HE'LL KILL YOU.

BUT IF THE OTHER FELLA IS QUICKER

AND FIRES FIRST--

THEN HE'LL BE HURRYING, THEN HE'LL MISS.

LOOK HERE.

THAT'S ABOUT AS FAST AS I CAN DRAW

AND AIM AND HIT ANYTHING

MORE THAN 10 FEET AWAY,

UNLESS IT'S A BARN.

BUT IF HE DOESN'T MISS?

THEN HE'LL KILL YOU.

THAT'S WHY THERE'S SO FEW DANGEROUS MEN AROUND

LIKE OLD BOB AND...

LIKE ME.

IT AIN'T SO EASY TO SHOOT A MAN,

ANYHOW, YOU KNOW,

ESPECIALLY IF THE SON OF A BITCH

IS SHOOTING BACK AT YOU.

I MEAN, THAT'LL JUST FLAT RATTLE SOME FOLKS.

LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING.

WAIT. JUST--JUST--

LOOK HERE.

I KNOW. JUST--

TAKE THAT.

GO ON, TAKE IT.

THERE'S THE KEY.

ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS SHOOT ME...

AND YOU AND BOB CAN JUST RIDE OUT OF HERE

FREE AS BIRDS.

WAIT. IT ISN'T-- IS IT LOADED?

WOULDN'T DO YOU MUCH GOOD IF IT WASN'T.

FIRST YOU GOT TO COCK IT.

GO ON, COCK IT.

NOW YOU GOT TO POINT IT.

GO ON, POINT IT.

NOW ALL YOU GOT TO DO

IS PULL THE TRIGGER, MISTER.

HOT, AIN'T IT?

YEAH.

YOU DIDN'T EVEN PUT YOUR FINGER ON THE TRIGGER.

WHAT IF--WHAT IF--

WHAT IF I GAVE IT TO HIM?

GIVE IT TO HIM.

YOU--YOU DON'T REALLY WANT ME TO--

GIVE IT TO HIM.

I GUESS HE DON'T WANT IT, MR. BEAUCHAMP.

[BULLETS DROP ON FLOOR]

YOU WERE RIGHT NOT TO TAKE IT, BOB.

I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU.

WE COULD USE SOME RAIN, MR. BEAUCHAMP.

[NEIGH]

WHOA.

YOU NO-GOOD GODDAMN HICK-FUCKING WHORE.

WHOA.

SORRY OLD HORSE.

I BRUNG THIS ALONG

FOR WHEN WE HAVE TO KILL THEM FELLAS.

FIGURED WE COULD USE SOME NOW.

NOT ME. I DON'T TOUCH IT NO MORE.

AW, COME ON, WILL. IT'S RAINING.

I KNOW IT'S RAINING.

GIVE SOME TO THE KID, WHY DON'T YOU?

YOU THINK THAT KID REALLY KILLED 5 MEN?

NO.

YOU KNOW,

WHEN HE WAS TALKING BACK THERE

ABOUT THE TIME THEM DEPUTIES HAD THE DROP

ON YOU AND PETE?

YEAH?

WELL, I REMEMBER THERE WAS 3 MEN YOU SHOT, WILL,

NOT 2.

I AIN'T LIKE THAT NO MORE, NED.

I AIN'T NO CRAZY KILLING FOOL.

STILL THINK IT'S GOING TO BE EASY

TO KILL THEM COWBOYS?

IF WE DON'T DROWN FIRST.

GIVE THESE KEYS TO THE CONDUCTOR.

TELL HIM HE CAN LOOSE OLD BOB'S CUFFS

AS SOON AS HE'S OUTSIDE THE COUNTY.

YEP.

GOT MY PISTOLS?

I GUESS YOU KNOW, BOB,

THAT, UH, IF I SEE YOU AGAIN,

I'M JUST GONNA START SHOOTING

AND FIGURE IT'S SELF-DEFENSE.

HYAH!

HYAH!

I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR BIOGRAPHER.

HYAH!

HE'S STAYING ON HIS OWN ACCOUNT!

WELL, HE CAN GO STUFF HIMSELF AS WELL, CAN'T HE?!

A PLAGUE ON YOU!

A PLAGUE ON THE WHOLE STINKING LOT OF YOU,

WITHOUT MORALS OR LAWS!

AND ALL YOU WHORES, YOU GOT NO LAWS!

GOT NO HONOR!

I'LL TELL YOU,

IT'S NO WONDER YOU ALL EMIGRATED TO AMERICA!

BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T HAVE YOU IN ENGLAND!

YOU'RE A LOT OF SAVAGES, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!

A BUNCH OF BLOODY SAVAGES!

A CURSE ON YOU!

I'LL BE BACK!

NOBODY'S GOING TO COME.

YEAH?

AFTER WHAT LITTLE BILL DONE TO THAT ENGLISHMAN.

DELILAH, THEM TABLES AIN'T CLEAN.

CAN'T YOU GET THEM CLEAN?

MAYBE IF YOU'D COVER UP YOUR FACE,

SOMEBODY MIGHT WANT TO HUMP WITH YOU

AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ALL THAT CLEANING.

WHAT DO YOU CALL THEM THINGS

YOU COVER UP YOUR FACE WITH?

A VEIL.

YEAH. A VEIL. GET A VEIL.

RAIN'S COMING.

THANK GOD.

WILL?

YOU SURE?

[COUGHING]

YOU ALL RIGHT THERE, WILL?

[COUGHING]

HEY.

THERE'S A FELLA ASKING FOR YOU, ALICE.

TONIGHT? YOU AIN'T JOSHING?

THIS WAY, MISTER.

MUST BE RANDY AS HELL

TO COME OUT IN THIS SHIT.

"NO, NO, YOU'RE WRONG, LITTLE BILL," HE SAID.

"THAT'S NOT A CURLY J.

THAT'S A BOBBED J."

YEAH, HE HAD CHANGED IT OVER.

AND I SAID TO HIM,

"JIM, YOU'RE A LIAR AND A HORSE THIEF."

OH.

NOW, WHEN HE SAW

THE REST OF THEM WOULDN'T HELP HIM NONE,

HE STARTED CRYING AND SOBBING

AND JUST TO CARRYING ON.

HE SAID, "OH, BILL, PLEASE!

"OH, GOD! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, BILL!

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, BILL!"

I SAID, "JIM, IT JUST MAKES ME SICK"--

OPEN THE WINDOW, WILL YOU?

UH, YEAH.

"TO SEE A MAN

"CARRYING TWO PISTOLS AND A HENRY RIFLE

AND CRYING LIKE A DAMN BABY."

SO YOU KILLED HIM.

NO.

BUT I SHOULD HAVE.

I CAN'T ABIDE THEM KIND.

YOU SEE THEM IN THE TAVERNS, YOU KNOW?

TRAMPS AND DRUNK TEAMSTERS AND CRAZED MINERS.

YEAH.

SPORTING THEIR PISTOLS

AND ACTING LIKE THEY WAS BAD MEN,

BUT WITHOUT ANY SAND OR CHARACTER.

NOT EVEN ANY BAD CHARACTER.

I DO NOT LIKE ASSASSINS.

ASSASSINS.

OR MEN OF LOW CHARACTER.

YEAH.

LIKE YOUR FRIEND ENGLISH BOB.

UH-HUH.

BUT BOB WAS NO COWARD, YOU KNOW.

HE WOULDN'T COME TO YOUR FACE

AND CRY AND CARRY ON LIKE THAT.

SHERIFF, I JUST--

YEAH. DAMN.

WELL, I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE RECEPTACLES.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST HANG THE CARPENTER.

HA HA HA HA!

WHAT?

OH, UH, I WAS JUST SAYING

THAT BECAUSE OF THE--

YOU KNOW, IF YOU HANG--

DOESN'T MATTER.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

WHAT THE HELL?

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS?

WHO THE HELL IS IT?!

DEPUTY CHARLEY HECKER, BILL.

WHAT?

2 FELLAS JUST COME INTO TOWN, BILL.

THEY'RE DOWN TO GREELY'S.

THERE'S 2 OF THEM GOT GUNS.

WHAT THE HELL'S KEEPING THAT KID?

YOU DON'T SUPPOSE HE'S UP--

JESUS, WILL...

YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT.

YOU REMEMBER EAGLE HENDERSHOT?

YEAH.

I SAW HIM.

WILL, HE'S DEAD.

NO, I SAW HIM, NED.

HIS HEAD WAS ALL BROKE OPEN.

YOU COULD SEE INSIDE OF IT.

AH, JESUS, WILL.

YOU GOT A FEVER.

TAKE A DRINK, WILL YOU?

WORMS WERE COMING OUT.

LOOK, WILL,

I'M GOING TO GO UP AND SEE WHAT'S KEEPING THE KID.

MUST BE HE'S GETTING AN ADVANCE

FROM ONE OF THEM SPORTIN' LADIES.

WILL, UM...

LOOK, IF I WAS TO, UH...

I MEAN, IF IT WORKED OUT

THAT I COULD TAKE A LITTLE TIME FOR MYSELF,

I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU WOULD...

I MEAN, YOU WOULDN'T...

UH, I GUESS YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO COME.

[THUNDER]

GIVE ME THE PISTOL, MISTER.

HUH?

I SAYS GIVE ME OVER YOUR PISTOL.

WELL, I AIN'T DRUNK.

ORDINANCE SAYS YOU GOT TO TURN IN YOUR FIREARMS

TO THE COUNTY OFFICE,

DAY OR NIGHT.

I GUESS YOU DIDN'T SEE THE SIGN,

WHAT WITH THE WEATHER AND ALL, HUH?

NO.

BUT I AIN'T...

I AIN'T ARMED.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS UPSTAIRS THERE?

THEY GOT ANY PISTOLS?

UH, I DON'T KNOW.

NO, I GUESS THEY'RE...

NO, THEY AIN'T ARMED, EITHER.

UH-HUH.

SPILLED YOUR WHISKEY.

LOOK, I--I SAID I--

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

WILLIAM.

WILLIAM...

[COUGHS]

HENDERSHOT.

WELL, MR. WILLIAM HENDERSHOT...

WHAT IF I WAS TO SAY

YOU WAS A NO-GOOD SON-OF-A-BITCHIN' LIAR?

AND THEN IF I WAS TO SAY THAT YOU SHIT IN YOUR PANTS

BECAUSE OF A COWARDLY SOUL?

I BET YOU'D SHOW ME THAT PISTOL RIGHT QUICK,

WOULDN'T YOU? YOU'D SHOOT ME DEAD.

ISN'T THAT SO?

MAYBE.

YEAH, I GUESS.

BUT THE FACT...

IS I AIN'T CARRYING NO FIREARM.

GET UP.

[THUNDER]

COME ON.

WHAT'S THIS FOR, SNAKES AND SUCH?

YEAH.

WE DON'T HAVE ANY SNAKES IN HERE,

MR. HENDERSHOT.

WELL, IT...

[THUNDER]

IT AIN'T LOADED.

UH...

POWDER'S WET.

YOU SEE, MR. BEAUCHAMP?

THIS IS THE KIND OF TRASH I WAS SPEAKING OF!

YOU FIND THIS KIND IN ALL THE SALOONS

IN ALL YOUR PROSPEROUS COMMUNITIES.

WICHITA!

OVER IN, UH, CHEYENNE.

ABILENE!

BUT YOU WON'T FIND THEM IN THE TOWN OF BIG WHISKEY.

[THUNDER]

HURRY UP!

YOU KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO LITTLE BILL.

YOU GOT TO LOOK SHARP FOR THAT LONE PINE.

YOU MISS THE PINE, YOU AIN'T GONNA FIND IT.

NEVER MIND THE SHIRT-- PUT THE FUCKIN' BOOTS--

AAH!

DAMN!

WHAT ABOUT WILL?

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT WILL?

COME ON, KID.

LET'S HOPE THEM HORSES ARE STILL THERE.

[THUNDER]

UHH.

[THUNDER]

LET THE MAN OUT, W.W.

HE'S DESIRING TO LEAVE THE HOSPITALITY

OF BIG WHISKEY BEHIND HIM.

[THUNDER]

TAKE IT EASY, LITTLE GIRL. SHE'S GOTTA WORK.

SHE'S GOT TO TURN A DOLLAR A TIME.

IF THEY WAS JUST HERE FOR THE FUCKIN',

HOW COME THEY LIT OUT THE BACK WINDOW?

ON ACCOUNT THEY SEEN YOU BEATING ON THEIR FRIEND.

THEY JUST COME FOR THE BILLIARDS,

LITTLE BILL, HONEST.

BILLIARDS?!

WELL, YOU MEAN THEY WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH HERE?

THEY WAS GOING TO FORT BUFORD.

YOU JUST KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF AN INNOCENT MAN.

INNOCENT?

INNOCENT OF WHAT?

[THUNDER]

AW, JESUS.

WILL.

JESUS, NED.

YOU DONE THIS BEFORE?

PLENTY TIMES.

HIS PISTOL MUST'VE JAMMED.

LOOK. HERE.

BRING THAT CANDLE IN A LITTLE CLOSER.

I CAN'T SEE.

HE WOULDN'T HAVE TOOK NO BEATING LIKE THAT

IF IT HADN'T JAMMED.

HE WOULDN'T JUST GIVE IT OVER

AND NOT SHOOT NO ONE.

HE DON'T LOOK SO GOOD.

HE DIDN'T EVEN PULL HIS PISTOL, HUH?

YEAH, WELL, HE AIN'T AS TOUGH AS YOU, KID.

AT LEAST I WOULD'VE PULLED MY PISTOL, NED.

YOU DID. RIGHT OUT OF THE LADY AND OUT THE GODDAMN WINDOW.

THAT WAS YOUR IDEA. I WANTED TO GO BACK--

WE GOT TO GO.

WHAT? ALREADY? HEY, I'M GETTING READY FOR ANOTHER ADVANCE.

YOU'LL USE IT ALL UP BEFORE YOU CAN GET IT.

NO MORE ADVANCES ON WHAT YOU AIN'T DONE YET.

HEY, SWEETHEART, WE'RE JUST WAITING

ON THE WEATHER TO CLEAR.

ONCE THIS WEATHER CLEARS UP--

WE'RE GOING TO NEED MORE FOOD.

ABOUT 3 DAYS' WORTH.

3 DAYS?

NED, WE COULD KILL THEM TOMORROW.

I DON'T KILL NOBODY WITHOUT HIM.

WE DON'T NEED HIM.

THE TWO OF US COULD DO IT.

BESIDES, HE AIN'T NOTHING

BUT A BROKEN-DOWN PIG FARMER.

ONE OF US WILL BRING FOOD IN THE MORNING.

WE'LL BRING YOU SOME WHISKEY, TOO.

AND SOME MEDICINE IF THEY GOT ANY.

[GROANING]

DON'T IT MAKE YOU SICK HEARING HIM LIKE THAT?

AND DON'T YOU LADIES WORRY NONE!

ME AND NED,

WE'LL KILL THEM TWO SONS OF BITCHES FOR YOU!

Will: CLAUDIA.

OHH.

[BREATHING HARD]

WILL.

HUH?

CLAUDIA.

CLAUDIA'S NOT HERE.

IS THAT YOU, NED?

I SEEN HIM, NED.

I SEEN THE ANGEL OF DEATH.

I SEEN THE RIVER, NED.

HE'S GOT SNAKE EYES.

WHO, WILL?

WHO'S GOT SNAKE EYES?

IT'S THE ANGEL OF DEATH.

OH, NED.

OH, NED.

I'M SCARED OF DYING.

EASY, PARTNER.

EASY.

I SEEN CLAUDIA, TOO.

WELL, THAT'S GOOD, WILL.

THAT'S GOOD YOU SAW CLAUDIA, AIN'T IT?

HER FACE WAS ALL COVERED WITH WORMS.

OH, NED, I'M SCARED.

I'M--I'M--

I'M DYING.

Y-YOU WON'T...

NO, DON'T TELL NOBODY.

DON'T TELL MY KIDS...

NONE OF THE THINGS I DONE, HEAR ME?

ALL RIGHT, WILL.

[THUNDER]

HE'S GOING TO DIE, AIN'T HE?

MAYBE.

WELL, SUPPOSING HE DOES?

WE'LL BURY HIM.

THAT AIN'T WHAT I MEAN, NED.

YOU MEAN, WILL I HELP YOU KILL THEM COWBOYS?

WELL, I CAN'T SPOT THEM MYSELF,

BUT YOU COULD.

THAT BIG BASTARD,

YOU COULD SPOT HIM A HALF MILE OFF, I BET.

AND IF I SPOT HIM?

WELL, THEN I RIDE UP CLOSE AND SHOOT HIM.

JUST LIKE THAT?

I TOLD YOU I'M A DAMN KILLER.

I DONE IT BEFORE.

I'M MORE OF A KILLER THAN HE IS, ANYHOW.

YEAH?

YEAH.

UHH.

I THOUGHT YOU WAS AN ANGEL.

YOU AIN'T DEAD.

NO.

OOH.

SOME BIG FELLA, HE...

HE REALLY KICKED THE HELL OUT OF ME.

I MUST LOOK KIND OF LIKE YOU NOW, HUH?

YOU DON'T LOOK NOTHING LIKE ME, MISTER.

NO OFFENSE MEANT.

YOU GOT TO BE THE ONE THOSE COWBOYS CUT UP.

MY PARTNERS,

NED AND THAT KID,

ARE THEY AROUND?

THEY WENT OUT SCOUTING

WHEN THEY SAW YOUR FEVER BROKE.

SCOUTING?

OUT TO THE BAR T...

LOOKING FOR...THEM.

HOW LONG I BEEN HERE?

3 DAYS.

ARE YOU HUNGRY OR...

3 DAYS.

I...

I OUGHT TO BE.

Will: I THOUGHT I WAS GONE.

I WOULDN'T NORMALLY...

PAY NO NOTICE TO HIGH COUNTRY LIKE THIS,

TREES, BUT I SURE NOTICE THEM NOW.

THOUGHT I WAS DYING FOR SURE.

I BROUGHT YOUR HAT.

YOU LEFT IT DOWN AT GREELY'S.

THANKS.

THAT SHERIFF...

HE STILL LOOKING FOR ME?

LITTLE BILL?

NO. HE--HE THINKS YOU WENT SOUTH.

ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO KILL THEM COWBOYS?

I GUESS.

THERE'S STILL A PAYMENT COMING, ISN'T THERE?

THEM OTHER TWO,

YOUR FRIENDS...

THEY BEEN TAKING ADVANCES ON THE PAYMENT.

ADVANCES?

FREE ONES.

FREE ONES?

ALICE AND SILKY BEEN GIVING THEM FREE ONES.

OH, I SEE.

WOULD YOU LIKE A FREE ONE?

NO, I...

I GUESS NOT.

I, UH...

I DIDN'T MEAN WITH ME.

I MEANT, UH...

ALICE AND SILKY WOULD BE HAPPY

TO GIVE YOU A FREE ONE IF YOU WANTED ONE.

THAT--THAT'S-- THAT'S ALL I MEANT.

OH, I DIDN'T MEAN I...

I DIDN'T WANT A FREE ONE

ON ACCOUNT OF YOU BEING CUT UP AND ALL.

AND WHAT I SAID THE OTHER DAY

ABOUT YOU LOOKING LIKE ME, THAT AIN'T TRUE.

YOU AIN'T UGLY LIKE ME.

IT'S THAT WE BOTH...

WE'VE GOT SCARS.

BUT YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,

AND IF I WAS TO WANT A--A FREE ONE,

I'D WANT IT WITH YOU, I GUESS,

MORE THAN THEM OTHER TWO.

IT'S JUST THAT I...

I CAN'T ON ACCOUNT OF MY WIFE.

YOUR WIFE?

YEAH.

YOU SEE...

I ADMIRE YOU FOR THAT.

FOR BEING TRUE TO YOUR WIFE AND ALL.

I'VE KNOWN A LOT OF MEN...

WHO WEREN'T.

YEAH, I SUPPOSE.

IS...

IS SHE BACK IN KANSAS?

YEAH.

YEAH. SHE'S WATCHING OVER MY YOUNG ONES.

HANG ON, SLIM! HANG ON! HANG ON!

HOLD IT! GET THE DAMN IRON!

DAVEY!

HYAH! HYAH!

GO ON, DAVEY! GET HIM!

[GUNSHOT]

[NEIGH]

JESUS, FELLAS.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

JESUS, BOYS, MY LEG'S BROKE.

Davey: I'M PINNED, BOYS!

Johnny: THEY'RE UP ON THEM ROCKS!

BETTER FINISH HIM, NED.

HE AIN'T DEAD?

YOU DIDN'T GET HIM?

GOT THE BOY'S HORSE.

BETTER FINISH HIM BEFORE HE GETS CLEAR.

GET BEHIND THEM ROCKS, DAVEY BOY!

GET OVER THERE, DAVEY!

AAH.

WHAT HAPPENED? HE AIN'T KILT?

Slim: HURRY UP, DAVEY!

WHAT'S GOING ON?

HE GETS IN THOSE ROCKS, WE AIN'T GONNA GET HIM,

UNLESS WE GO DOWN THERE.

WHAT ROCKS?

WHY DON'T YOU SHOOT?

WHAT'S GOING ON, NED?

[GUNSHOTS]

Slim: YOU MURDERING SON--

WELL, AIN'T YOU GOING TO SHOOT?

WILL...

WILL, I...

I AIN'T VERY GOOD WITH ONE OF THESE.

Slim: GET BEHIND THE ROCK!

KEEP GOING, DAVEY! THE ROCKS!

KEEP GOING!

[GUNSHOT]

DID YOU GET HIM?

WILL, WHERE IS HE?

HOW MANY MORE SHOTS DO I HAVE?

[GUNSHOT]

NED, GODDAMN IT, HOW MANY MORE SHOTS DO I HAVE?

2.

2.

GO, DAVEY!

DID YOU GET HIM?

[GUNSHOT]

UHH!

HERE. RELOAD THIS.

Davey: SLIM!

YOU MISSED HIM.

I GOT HIM.

HE SHOT ME, BOYS!

HE AIN'T KILLED.

THEY SHOT ME!

MAYBE, MAYBE NOT.

GOT HIM THROUGH THE GUT, I THINK.

YOU THINK HE'S GOING TO DIE?

YOU THINK WE KILLED HIM?

THEY SHOT ME, BOYS!

YEAH.

WE KILLED HIM...

I GUESS.

I'M DYING, BOYS!

WELL, THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE CUT UP NO WOMAN,

YOU ASSHOLE!

[GUNSHOT]

JESUS, I'M SO THIRSTY.

SLIM!

SLIM, GET ME S--

GET ME SOME WATER, PLEASE.

PLEASE, SLIM.

I'M BLEEDING, SLIM!

GIVE ME SOME WATER, PLEASE.

GIVE HIM A DRINK OF WATER, GODDAMN IT!

GIVE ME A DRINK OF WATER, WOULD YOU, SLIM?

WILL YOU GIVE HIM A DRINK OF WATER, FOR CHRIST SAKE?!

WE AIN'T GOING TO SHOOT.

YOU AIN'T GOING TO SHOOT?

NO.

HOLD ON, DAVEY BOY!

HERE I COME NOW.

DON'T YOU SHOOT ME, YOU BASTARD.

DAVEY...

SHIT.

HERE, DAVEY.

DAVEY.

THEY TAKE HIM WATER?

YEAH.

JESUS, JOHNNY, THEY SHOT HIM!

DAVEY, HOLD ON, NOW!

Slim: NO!

YOU MURDERING BASTARDS!

YOU KILLED OUR DAVEY BOY!

[NEIGHING]

WHEN ARE WE GOING TO DOUBLE BACK?

AFTER A WAYS.

NOT ME.

I'M HEADING ON BACK DOWN TO KANSAS.

WE GOT TO KILL THE OTHER ONE FIRST.

LOOK, NED,

WITH ANY LUCK, WE'LL FIND HIM BY NIGHTFALL

OR IN THE MORNING.

THEN WE CAN SHOOT HIM

AND HEAD ON BACK WITH THE MONEY.

YOU WANT THE SPENCER, WILL?

THIS AIN'T NO TIME TO QUIT, NED.

YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR SHARE, NED.

SHUT UP.

I'LL SEE YOU, WILL.

SO LONG, KID.

NED.

HERE.

I AIN'T NO GOOD WITH THAT DAMN THING, ANYHOW.

LOOK, ME AND THE KID WILL HEAD OVER TO THAT RANCH,

AND WHEN WE FIND HIM, WE'LL SHOOT HIM.

THEN WE'LL MEET UP WITH YOU

AND PICK UP OUR MONEY AND ALL HEAD SOUTH TOGETHER.

WELL, SUPPOSING HE DON'T GO BACK TO THE RANCH, WILL?

WELL, HE AIN'T GOING TO GO INTO TOWN,

AND I FIGURE HE WON'T STAY OUT IN THE OPEN COUNTRY.

NO, HE'LL HOLE UP AT THAT RANCH.

WELL, I AIN'T WAITING.

I'LL LOOK IN ON YOUR YOUNG ONES WHEN I GET BACK.

HEY, NED.

DON'T PAY NO ATTENTION TO WHAT THE KID SAID

ABOUT THE MONEY AND ALL.

I'LL BRING YOUR SHARE.

KID'S FULL OF SHIT.

[NEIGH]

LITTLE BILL?

LITTLE BILL?

HEH!

I WAS JUST DOING SOME REPAIRS UP HERE.

THEY KILLED ONE OF THEM COWBOYS.

SHIT.

NOW, PARSON SAID HOW HE SEEN 3 MEN,

RIGHT AFTER SUNUP, HEADED OUT EAST.

AND ONE WAS ON A DUN,

AND ANOTHER WAS ON A FLEA-BITTEN GRAY.

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE THIRD ONE WAS ON.

COULD'VE BEEN AN APPALOOSA,

'CAUSE HE WAS LOOKING RIGHT INTO THE SUN.

BILL, AMOS SAYS TO ASK YOU

IF THE COUNTY'S GONNA PAY FOR THE THE FEED

FOR ALL THE HORSES OR NOT?

WITHERSPOON SAYS HE WON'T SELL US

NO MORE .30/.30 SHELLS WITHOUT WE PAY.

HELL, USE MY DOGS.

THEN THE COUNTY'S GOT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT THEM HORSES, FATTY.

YOU JUST GET ON OUT THERE TO THE BAR T

AND MAKE SURE THAT OTHER COWBOY STAYS PUT

AND DON'T EXPOSE HIMSELF, HEAR?

ALL RIGHT.

I DIDN'T THINK THEY'D REALLY DO IT.

DID YOU THINK THEY COME CLEAR UP FROM KANSAS

TO FUCK US?

NO, BUT...

THAT KID, HE'S JUST A BOY,

AND THE OTHER ONE, WILL, THE NICE ONE,

BEING SO TRUE TO HIS WIFE AND ALL--

HIS WIFE? HE AIN'T GOT NO WIFE.

OH, YES, HE DOES.

I TOLD YOU HE AIN'T GOT NO WIFE.

NOT ABOVEGROUND, ANYWAYS.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

MURDERING WHORES!

HE HAD IT COMING!

HE HAD IT COMING FOR WHAT HE DONE!

AND THE OTHER ONE, TOO!

BOTH OF THEM FOR WHAT THEY DONE!

WE GOT ONE!

WE GOT ONE OF THEM BASTARDS!

WHAT?

WE GOT ONE!

WE GOT ONE, SHERIFF!

OUT BY COW CREEK.

IS HE ALIVE?

HELL, YEAH!

BUNCH OF US BOYS FROM BAR T WENT OUT LOOKING

ON ACCOUNT OF THEM KILLING ONE OF OUR OWN.

COME ACROSS THIS SON OF A BITCH ON THE ROAD

HEADING SOUTH.

DID HE ADMIT IT?

NO, BUT I GUESS HE WILL SOON ENOUGH.

HAD A SPENCER RIFLE ON HIM.

THOSE COWBOYS MESSING HIM UP?

A LITTLE BIT, I GUESS.

ALL RIGHT.

CLYDE, ANDY.

GET ON OUT THERE.

SEE IF YOU CAN FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED

TO THOSE OTHER 2 FELLAS.

[EXHALES]

WHEW.

WHEW.

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

CAN YOU SEE ANYTHING OUT THERE, BUCK?

HELL, YES, I DID.

SEEN ABOUT 200 FELLAS PACKING RIFLES.

GOT THE PLACE SURROUNDED.

SAID THEY WANT QUICK MIKE'S ASS.

I SAID, "HOW MUCH?"

THEY SAYS, "ABOUT 5."

I SAID, "DOLLARS?"

THEY SAID, "CENTS."

I SAID, "SOLD."

WELL, I AIN'T WORRYING,

'CAUSE I GOT ME SOME PROTECTION.

[SNORING]

TELL YOU WHERE THEM OTHERS IS?

NOPE.

GIVE 'EM ANY NAMES?

HE DIDN'T TELL US NOTHING BUT HIS OWN NAME--

NED ROUNDTREE.

BRING HIM IN.

WELL, NED...

YOU'LL WANT TO TELL ME AND MR. BEAUCHAMP HERE

ALL ABOUT YOUR 2 VILLAINOUS FRIENDS, I GUESS.

I'LL BE GLAD TO HEAR THE NAMES AND WHEREABOUTS

OF THOSE MURDEROUS SON OF A BITCHES.

SURE IS RIPE.

YEAH.

GOING TO GET A LOT RIPER.

YOU THINK HE'S STILL IN THERE?

YEAH, HE'S IN THERE.

YEAH, WELL, HE'S HOLDING ON

TO HIS SHIT LIKE IT WAS MONEY.

HE'S IN THERE.

YOU TELL ME RIGHT OFF IF YOU SEE HIM?

YEAH.

YOU AIN'T GOING TO SHOOT HIM

YOUR OWN SELF, ARE YOU?

YOU CAN SHOOT HIM.

[WHIP CRACKS]

[WHACK]

[WHACK]

[WHACK]

NOW, NED, YOU AND MR. QUINCY AND...

WHAT WAS THE YOUNG FELLA'S NAME?

ELROY.

ELROY TATE.

SHERIFF.

NO, NO, THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAID.

HELL IF IT AIN'T.

NO. YOU SAID, UH...

ELROY QUINCY OUT OF MEDICINE HAT

AND, UH...

HENRY TATE OUT OF CHEYENNE.

HELL IF I DID.

HELL IF I DID.

CHARLEY, GO AND GET THEM WHORES

WHAT FUCKED THESE BOYS THE NIGHT OF THE STORM.

STRAWBERRY ALICE AND SILKY?

YEAH. GO ON AND GET 'EM.

GO ON.

NOW, NED...

THEM WHORES ARE GOING TO TELL

DIFFERENT LIES THAN YOU,

AND WHEN THEIR LIES

AIN'T THE SAME AS YOUR LIES...

WELL, I AIN'T GOING TO HURT NO WOMAN,

BUT I'M GOING TO HURT YOU.

AND NOT GENTLE LIKE BEFORE...

BUT BAD.

[MEN TALKING]

SHIT.

WHERE YOU GOING?

GOING OUT TO THE SHITHOUSE.

LET ME FINISH THIS HAND, WILL YOU?

ARE YOU GONNA PROTECT ME WHILE I TAKE A DUMP?

GONNA GET BUSHWHACKED.

THEN WE'LL ALL FART ON 'EM.

I'LL GO WITH YOU.

YEAH, YOU CAN WIPE MY ASS, THIRSTY.

MAN AIN'T POLITE, HE OUGHT TO GET SHOT.

IS THAT HIM?

YEAH, THAT'S HIM.

ALL RIGHT, KID.

GO GET HIM. HE'S ALL YOURS.

ASSASSINS!

GET DOWN! GET DOWN!

SHOOT HIM!

NO.

NO, NO!

COME ON, GODDAMN IT.

DID YOU GET HIM?

YEAH.

WHOA. HOLD IT. COVER ME.

I CAN'T SEE 'EM!

JUST SHOOT, DAMN YA.

WAS THAT WHAT IT WAS LIKE

IN THE OLD DAYS, WILL,

EVERYBODY RIDING OUT AND SHOOTING,

SMOKE ALL OVER THE PLACE,

FOLKS YELLING, BULLETS WHIZZING BY?

I GUESS SO.

SHIT. I THOUGHT THEY WAS GOING TO GET US.

I WAS EVEN SCARED A LITTLE,

JUST FOR A MINUTE.

WAS YOU EVER SCARED IN THEM DAYS?

I CAN'T REMEMBER.

I WAS DRUNK MOST OF THE TIME.

I SHOT THAT FUCKER 3 TIMES.

HE'S TAKING A SHIT AND HE WENT FOR HIS PISTOL

AND I BLAZED AWAY.

FIRST SHOT...

I GOT HIM RIGHT IN THE CHEST.

SAY, WILL.

YEAH?

THAT WAS THE FIRST ONE.

FIRST ONE WHAT?

FIRST ONE I EVER KILLED.

YEAH?

YOU KNOW HOW I SAID I SHOT 5 MEN?

IT WEREN'T TRUE.

THAT MEXICAN THAT COME AT ME WITH A KNIFE--

I JUST BUSTED HIS LEG WITH A SHOVEL.

I DIDN'T KILL HIM OR NOTHING NEITHER.

WELL, YOU SURE KILLED THE HELL OUT OF THAT FELLA TODAY.

HELL, YEAH.

I KILLED THE HELL OUT OF HIM, DIDN'T I?

3 SHOTS AND HE WAS TAKING A SHIT.

TAKE A DRINK, KID.

[CRYING] JESUS CHRIST.

IT DON'T SEEM REAL.

HOW HE AIN'T GONNA NEVER BREATHE AGAIN, EVER.

HOW HE'S DEAD.

AND THE OTHER ONE, TOO.

ALL ON ACCOUNT OF PULLING A TRIGGER.

IT'S A HELL OF A THING, KILLING A MAN.

YOU TAKE AWAY ALL HE'S GOT

AND ALL HE'S EVER GOING TO HAVE.

YEAH.

WELL, I GUESS THEY HAD IT COMING.

WE ALL HAVE IT COMING, KID.

I WAS WATCHING YOU,

SEEING AS YOU WEREN'T FOLLOWED.

SILKY AND FAITH, THEY RODE OFF TO THE EAST

AND 2 DEPUTIES WAS FOLLOWING THEM.

HERE.

WANT TO HELP ME COUNT THIS STUFF, KID?

I TRUST YOU, WILL.

WELL, DON'T GO TRUSTING ME TOO MUCH.

IN FACT, WE'LL GIVE NED HIS SHARE TOGETHER.

THAT WAY, YOU'LL KNOW I AIN'T HOLDING OUT ON YOU.

NED'S SHARE?

YEAH. HE WENT SOUTH.

WE'LL CATCH UP TO HIM.

NED--HE'S DEAD.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HE'S DEAD?

HE WENT SOUTH YESTERDAY.

HE AIN'T DEAD.

THEY-- THEY KILLED HIM.

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW THAT.

NOBODY KILLED NED.

HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE.

HE WENT SOUTH YESTERDAY.

WHY WOULD ANYBODY KILL NED?

WHO KILLED HIM?

L-LITTLE BILL.

THE BAR T BOYS CAUGHT HIM,

AND LITTLE BILL, HE BEAT HIM UP.

HE WAS MAKING HIM ANSWER QUESTIONS

AND BEATING HIM UP,

AND THEN NED JUST DIED.

THEY GOT A SIGN ON HIM

SAYS HE WAS A KILLER.

THEY GOT A SIGN ON HIM?

IN FRONT OF GREELY'S.

A SIGN ON HIM IN FRONT OF GREELY'S?

THESE QUESTIONS LITTLE BILL WAS ASKING...

WHAT KIND WERE THEY?

UH...

ABOUT WHERE YOU AND HIM WAS.

THEN WHAT?

A COWBOY COME IN

SAYING YOU KILLED QUICK MIKE

IN THE SHITHOUSE AT THE BAR T.

SO LITTLE BILL KILLED HIM FOR WHAT WE DONE.

NOT ON PURPOSE,

BUT HE STARTED HURTING HIM WORSE,

MAKING HIM TELL STUFF.

FIRST NED WOULDN'T SAY NOTHING,

AND THEN LITTLE BILL HURT HIM SO BAD,

HE SAID WHO YOU WAS.

HE SAID HOW YOU WAS REALLY WILLIAM MUNNY

OUT OF MISSOURI,

AND LITTLE BILL SAID THE SAME WILLIAM MUNNY

THAT DYNAMITED

THE ROCK ISLAND AND PACIFIC IN '69,

KILLING WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND ALL?

AND NED SAID YOU DONE A LOT WORSE THAN THAT.

SAID YOU WAS MORE

COLD-BLOODED THAN WILLIAM BONNEY,

AND HOW IF HE HURT NED AGAIN,

YOU WAS GONNA COME KILL HIM.

LIKE YOU KILLED A U.S. MARSHAL IN '70.

BUT THAT DIDN'T SCARE LITTLE BILL, DID IT?

NO, SIR.

GIVE ME YOUR SCHOFIELD.

WHAT FOR, WILL?

GIVE IT TO ME.

YEAH.

SURE.

YOU GO ON. KEEP IT.

I'M NEVER GOING TO USE IT AGAIN.

I WON'T KILL NOBODY NO MORE.

I AIN'T LIKE YOU, WILL.

YOU BETTER RIDE ON BACK, MISS.

GO ON, KEEP IT.

ALL OF IT. IT'S YOURS.

WHAT ABOUT THE SPECTACLES AND THE FANCY CLOTHES?

I GUESS I'D RATHER BE BLIND AND RAGGED THAN DEAD.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY, KID.

I AIN'T GOING TO KILL YOU.

YOU'RE THE ONLY FRIEND I GOT.

[THUNDER]

HERE. TAKE THIS MONEY

AND GIVE MY HALF AND NED'S HALF TO MY KIDS.

TELL 'EM IF I AIN'T BACK IN A WEEK,

THEY GIVE HALF TO SALLY TWO TREES.

YOU KEEP THE REST. YOU CAN GET THEM SPECTACLES NOW.

YOU'RE GOING TO KILL LITTLE BILL, AIN'T YA?

YOU STAY CLEAR OF THE FOLKS YOU SEE.

THEY'RE A LOT OF THEM OUT TO HANG YOU.

GET GOING.

[THUNDER]

ALL RIGHT, BOYS. SETTLE DOWN NOW.

I WANT YOU TO SETTLE DOWN.

I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU.

SETTLE DOWN.

I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING HERE.

ALL RIGHT, I'M GOING TO SAY THIS

JUST ONE MORE TIME TO MAKE IT CLEAR,

SO DON'T ASK ME AGAIN.

THOSE OF YOU WHO POSSEED TODAY

GOT ONE DRINK COMING FROM THE COUNTY BUDGET.

[CHEERING]

AND THOSE OF YOU RODE YESTERDAY,

YOU GET ONE DRINK FOR THAT, TOO.

ALL RIGHT, HOLD IT.

NOW, HOLD IT.

NOW, THAT'S 2.

BUT AFTER THAT, IT COMES OUT OF YOUR OWN POCKET.

YOU HEAR ME, SKINNY?

YES, SIR.

ALL RIGHT. WE'RE PULLING OUT EARLY IN THE MORNING.

WE'RE GONNA CHASE THESE FELLAS CLEAR DOWN TO TEXAS,

SO DON'T SPEND TOO MUCH OF YOUR OWN MONEY.

WE'LL DIVIDE UP INTO 4 PARTIES,

AND WE'LL HIT ALL THE FARMS AND THE TRAILS

TO MAKE A BIG CIRCLE.

AND WE'RE BOUND TO COME ACROSS SOMEBODY WHO'S SEEN THESE--

[GUN COCKS]

SKUNKS.

[THUNDER]

WHO'S THE FELLA OWNS THIS SHITHOLE?

YOU, FAT MAN.

SPEAK UP.

UH, I OWN THIS ESTABLISHMENT.

BOUGHT IT FROM GREELY FOR $1,000.

YOU BETTER CLEAR OUT OF THERE.

YES, SIR.

JUST HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. HOLD IT!

WELL, SIR, YOU ARE A COWARDLY SON OF A BITCH.

YOU JUST SHOT AN UNARMED MAN.

WELL, HE SHOULD'VE ARMED HIMSELF

IF HE'S GOING TO DECORATE HIS SALOON WITH MY FRIEND.

YOU'D BE WILLIAM MUNNY OUT OF MISSOURI,

KILLER OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN.

THAT'S RIGHT.

I'VE KILLED WOMEN AND CHILDREN.

I'VE KILLED JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT WALKS OR CRAWLED

AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER,

AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU, LITTLE BILL,

FOR WHAT YOU DID TO NED.

YOU BOYS BETTER MOVE AWAY.

ALL RIGHT, GENTLEMEN.

HE'S GOT ONE BARREL LEFT.

WHEN HE FIRES THAT,

TAKE OUT YOUR PISTOLS AND SHOOT HIM DOWN

LIKE THE MANGY SCOUNDREL HE IS.

[CLICK]

MISFIRE. KILL THE SON OF A BITCH.

ANY MAN DON'T WANT TO GET KILLED

BETTER CLEAR ON OUT THE BACK.

[GROAN]

OH, GOD.

I'M SHOT! I'VE BEEN SHOT!

YOU AIN'T SHOT.

UH, LOOK, PLEASE--

I DON'T HAVE A GUN.

I AM NOT ARMED.

PICK UP THAT RIFLE.

PICK IT UP.

I--I...

THE SHELLS, TOO.

OH, GOD.

YOU KILLED LITTLE BILL.

SURE YOU AIN'T ARMED?

NO. LOOK, I'M NOT.

I--I DON'T HAVE A GUN.

I'VE NEVER HAD A GUN.

I WRITE. I'M A WRITER.

A WRITER?

YEAH.

LETTERS AND SUCH?

NO. BOOKS.

BOOKS.

YEAH. I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

YOU KILLED 5 MEN-- SINGLE-HANDED.

YEAH.

UH...

THAT'S A SPENCER RIFLE, RIGHT?

THAT'S RIGHT.

WHO, UH...

WHO DID YOU KILL FIRST?

HUH?

WHEN CONFRONTED BY SUPERIOR NUMBERS,

AN EXPERIENCED GUNFIGHTER WILL ALWAYS FIRE

ON THE BEST SHOT FIRST.

IS THAT SO?

YEAH. LITTLE BILL TOLD ME THAT.

YOU PROBABLY KILLED HIM FIRST, DIDN'T YOU?

I WAS LUCKY IN THE ORDER.

BUT I'VE ALWAYS BEEN LUCKY

WHEN IT COMES TO KILLING FOLKS.

AND SO...WHO WAS NEXT?

IT WAS CLYDE, RIGHT?

YOU MUST HAVE KILLED CLYDE.

WELL, IT COULD HAVE BEEN DEPUTY ANDY, WASN'T IT?

ALL I CAN TELL YOU IS WHO'S GONNA BE LAST.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

I DON'T DESERVE THIS...

TO DIE LIKE THIS.

I WAS BUILDING A HOUSE.

DESERVE'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL, WILLIAM MUNNY.

[COCKS RIFLE]

YEAH.

[MAN MOANING]

ALL RIGHT, I'M COMING OUT.

ANY MAN I SEE OUT THERE,

I'M GOING TO KILL HIM.

ANY SON OF A BITCH TAKES A SHOT AT ME,

I'M NOT ONLY GOING TO KILL HIM,

I'M GOING TO KILL HIS WIFE,

ALL HIS FRIENDS,

AND BURN HIS DAMN HOUSE DOWN.

NOBODY BETTER SHOOT.

HEY, CHARLEY, GO AHEAD, SHOOT HIM!

HERE.

HELL, NO. I AIN'T NO DEPUTY.

YOU BETTER BURY NED RIGHT.

YOU BETTER NOT CUT UP

NOR OTHERWISE HARM NO WHORES...

OR I'LL COME BACK

AND KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES.

[THUNDER]

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