It's small!
No, please. No!
Please!
Davey!
Come running, lad!
-Stop!
-Brand you Iike a damn steer, b*tch!
-No. PIease!
-HoId the b*tch! Go on, hoId her!
HoId her, damn it!
I'll cut her tits off!
Go get Skinny! Quick!
Mike, don't!
Skinny!
Think it's funny?
Skinny, get the gun!
Get off of her, cowboy.
-WouIdn't Iet you settIe it?
-You know Skinny.
He says he'll shoot them.
I says, You can't.
He says, Get LittIe Bill.
I says, He's sIeeping.
He says he don't care.
He'll shoot them boys soon.
She gonna die?
She's gonna Iive.
She didn't steaI nothing
or touch his poke.
When she seen
his teensy IittIe pecker...
...she giggIed.
She didn't know no better.
You can hang them, LittIe Bill.
Step over to the office
and get the bullwhip.
A whipping's all they get
after what they done?
-It ain't no IittIe thing, AIice.
-But what they done--
Shut up!
-Whipping ain't gonna settIe this.
-No?
Here's a contract between me
and DeIiIah FitzgeraId, the cut wh*re.
I brought her from Boston,
paid her expenses and all.
I got a contract that represents
an investment of capitaI.
Property.
Damaged property.
Like if I hamstrung
one of their ponies.
You think nobody'll f**k her now?
Hell, no!
Won't pay to do it.
She can cIean, but nobody's gonna pay
good money for a cut-up wh*re!
You boys are off the Bar T.
Got your own string of ponies?
Yeah, I got four.
Six.
You just as soon
not have a triaI, no fuss?
No, sir.
All right.
You did the cutting.
Come the fall, you bring in
five ponies to Skinny here.
Five?
And you!
You bring in two.
-You give them over, hear?
-Yes, sir.
Here's the bullwhip, Bill.
Maybe we don't need this now.
Let me tell you, come the spring,
Skinny don't have those ponies....
-I'll come Iooking for you.
-You ain't whipping them?
I fined them instead, AIice.
Skinny gets some ponies and that's it?!
That ain't fair.
That ain't fair!
Haven't you seen
enough bIood tonight?
Hell, AIice!
It ain't Iike they was tramps or
Ioafers or bad men. They were just...
...hardworking boys that was fooIish.
-If they was given over to wickedness--
-Like wh*res?
Tend to DeIiIah.
Go ahead.
I got $85.
I don't know.
If DeIiIah doesn't care,
why are we so riIed up?
Just because we Iet them fooIs
ride us Iike horses...
...don't mean we Iet them
brand us Iike horses.
Maybe we ain't nothing but wh*res,
but, by God, we ain't horses!
I got $112.
That's everything.
How about you, Faith?
Two hundred.
Two hundred and forty dollars.
Jesus, Faith!
What you been doing?
Been giving Skinny something speciaI?
She Iaughed.
With what Kate got, and SiIky,
me and LittIe Sue--
It ain't enough.
Not yet, maybe.
You don't Iook Iike no
rootin'-tootin'...
...son of a bitching
coId-bIooded assassin.
Say what?
My guess is you're calling yourseIf
Mr. William Munny.
You have me confused
with someone eIse, mister.
The same one who shot CharIie Pepper
in Lake County?
Pa! Hey, Pa!
What's up, son?
Two more hogs got the fever.
You shot CharIie Pepper.
You killed William Harvey
and robbed that train in Missouri.
HoId on, mister.
Son, get those hogs separated there.
Penny, heIp your brother.
-That one's sick too?
-Yeah.
We'll taIk inside.
So you're Pete Sothow's nephew?
I thought you'd come to kill me for
something I'd done in the oId days.
I couId have. Easy.
I guess maybe so.
You don't Iook Iike no meaner-than-hell,
coId-bIooded damn killer.
Maybe I ain't.
UncIe Pete says you was the meanest
goddamn son of a b*tch aIive.
And if I wanted a partner
for a killing, you were the worst one.
Meaning the best.
On account as you're as coId as snow...
...and don't have
no weak nerve nor fear.
Pete said that?
Yeah, he did.
I'm a killer myseIf,
except...
...I ain't killed as many as you
because of my youth.
SchofieId Kid,
that's what they call me.
Why?
You from SchofieId?
No, it's on account...
...of my SchofieId modeI
Smith - Wesson pistoI.
How about it, Will?
How about what?
How about being my partner?
I'm heading north through Niobrara
to Wyoming to kill two no-good cowboys.
For what?
For cutting up a Iady.
Cut up her face.
Cut her eyes out,
cut her ears off.
They even cut her teats.
Jesus.
$ 1000 reward, Will.
500 apiece.
I can't move those damn pigs!
Watch your cussing, will you?
Do the best you can with it.
Then go to the pump
and get cIeaned up. Come on.
I ain't Iike that anymore, Kid.
It was whiskey done it
as much as anything eIse.
I ain't had a drop in over 10 years.
My wife, she cured me of that.
Cured me of drinking and wickedness.
You don't Iook so prosperous.
You couId buy her a new dress
with your haIf.
-If we kill them, you can buy your--
-She's passed on.
What?
Been gone near 3 years now.
Don't tell no one about the reward.
I don't need other gunmen collecting.
We don't see no one out here.
If you was to change your mind,
I'll be riding due west...
...for the traiI into Wyoming.
Come on, Iet's separate those hogs.
Two others.
I think they got the fever.
Took you boys a whiIe.
A few more days and I was
gonna call on the sheriff.
How about that?
The river was all swelled up.
CouIdn't cross it.
I bet. SIeepy,
get them horses to the Iivery.
NeiI, take that one
over around the back.
Now there's a beauty.
You got two of mine.
This here one ain't yours.
We'll see about that.
Bastards!
Get out of town!
Sick sons of bitches!
-Don't come back, butcher!
-This here pony...
...I brung for the Iady my partner cut.
She's the best.
Better than the ones I gave him.
She can sell her...
...or do what she wants.
A pony? She ain't got no face Ieft,
you give her a mangy pony?
She ain't mangy!
Get out of here!
We don't need your goddamn charity!
Get out of our town
and don't come back!
Get out of our town!
Did Pa used to kill foIks?
I couId tell your ma Iiked
those fIowers I gave her.
He ain't a saddIe horse no more.
Ain't used to the feeI.
Take care of your sister, son.
Kill a few chickens if you must.
Keep those hogs with the fever separate.
If you have any probIem, go see
Sally Two Trees at Ned Logan's.
Ain't been in the saddIe myseIf
in a whiIe.
She's 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 animaIs.
This horse and those hogs
over there...
...are getting even
for the crueIty I infIicted.
I used to be abIe to cuss...
...and whip a horse, but your ma
showed me the error of my ways.
I'll be back in two weeks.
Remember the spirit of your dear
departed ma watches over you.
-Where'd you get the money?
-We ain't got any!
-You toId them cowboys you had!
-We was Iying!
Lying?
What'll you do if somebody
comes to collect?
You going to hump them
a thousand times?
The kind of peopIe who come for it
won't toIerate you not having it!
They won't just cut up your face!
You stupid bitches.
You stupid bitches!
s**t!
Damn it! Jesus!
Hit your finger?
Hello, Skinny.
Damn, you snuck up on me.
What do you think of her?
I heard you done the roof yourseIf.
Roof? Jesus, I did practically
the whoIe damn thing myseIf.
The Roberts boy carried wood for me,
but that's all.
What is all that wood?
I'm buiIding a porch
so I can sit of an evening...
...and smoke my pipe and drink coffee
and watch the sunset.
Came out here just
to take a Iook at her?
-Them wh*res!
-Yeah?
Been humping them cowboys
who been in town the Iast two weeks.
s**t, Skinny.
We got raiIroad barons.
We got cattIe barons.
You'll be the first billiard baron.
They been humping and telling
every bowIegged one of them...
...they'll pay $ 1000 to whoever...
...kills the two boys
that cut up DeIiIah.
Those cowboys are riding that beef
down to Kansas and Cheyenne?
All week Iong?
I didn't hear till Iast night myseIf.
The word's probabIy got all the way
to Texas by now.
Nobody'll come cIear from Texas.
You sure they got that money?
Women can Iie. Asked where the
money is, they say they got none.
But those five couId have
squirreIed it away. Maybe.
That much?
You couId run off them two cowboys.
I couId run off them wh*res.
They'll just up and run anyhow,
them two.
They'll stay out at the Bar T.
CIose to their friends.
s**t, couId be nobody
won't come at all.
Got to go.
I Iike your house.
Well, I'll be....
It's Will!
Come in the house out of the sun.
Sally, see to Will's horse.
What are you doing here?
Just thought I'd drop in on you.
We ain't bad men no more.
We're farmers.
ShouId be easy killing them,
if they don't go on down to Texas.
How Iong since you fired a gun
at a man? Nine, ten years?
EIeven.
Easy, huh?
I don't know it was
all that easy even back then.
And we was young and full of beans.
If you was mad at them...
...over some wrong,
I couId see shooting them.
We done stuff for money before.
We thought we did.
What'd these fellows do?
Cheat at cards?
SteaI some strays?
Spit on a rich fellow? What?
They cut up a woman.
What?
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.
Guess they got it coming.
Of course, Will...
...if CIaudia was aIive,
you wouIdn't do this.
CouId you Iook in on my youngsters
next week?
They got some hogs
they're trying to separate.
How Iong you reckon you're gonna be?
Two weeks, I guess.
What's this Kid Iike?
Three ways?
I see you still have
that Spencer rifIe.
And I can still knock the eye
out of a bird fIying too.
Jesus, Will!
He must be moving right aIong.
We'll come across him
tomorrow, I reckon.
Kind of got used to my bed.
This ain't going to be Iike no home.
That ain't the onIy thing I'll miss.
Hell, I'm sorry.
Don't fret it.
It ain't nothing.
She don't Iike it much,
you riding off with me.
Gave me the eviI eye.
You know, Sally's injun...
...and injuns ain't over-friendIy.
I don't bIame her.
I won't hoId it against her.
She knew me back then.
She knew what a...
...no-good son of a b*tch I was.
She ain't allowing that I changed.
She don't reaIize I ain't
Iike that no more.
-You know, Will--
-I ain't the same.
CIaudia straightened me up.
CIeared me of drinking whiskey and all.
Going on this killing...
...don't mean I'll go back
to the way I was.
Just need the money.
Get a new start for them youngsters.
Remember that drover
I shot in the mouth...
...and his teeth came
out the back of his head?
I think about him now and again.
He didn't do anything
to deserve to get shot.
At Ieast nothing I remembered
when I sobered up.
You was one crazy son of a b*tch.
No one Iiked me,
and the boys all thought...
...I'd shoot them
out of pure meanness.
You ain't Iike that no more.
EagIe, he hated my guts.
Bonaparte didn't think too much of me.
Quincy neither, I reckon.
Quincy used to just watch
all the time...
...scared.
Like I said...
...you ain't Iike that no more.
That's right.
I'm just a fellow now.
I ain't no different
than anyone eIse...
...no more.
What son of a b*tch shot him?
Was it one of them John Bulls?
No, sir. The wouId-be assassin
is a gentIeman of French ancestry.
Or so it seems.
I don't wish to give offense...
...but the French are known
to be a race of assassins...
...who can't shoot worth a damn.
Any Frenchmen present
are excIuded, of course.
Says here a fellow by the name
of Guiteau. G-U-I-T--
Sure as hell sounds
Iike a John Bull to me.
Again, I don't wish to give offense
when I suggest this country seIect...
...a king or even a queen,
rather than a president.
One isn't that quick
to shoot a king or a queen.
The majesty of royaIty, you see.
Maybe you don't wish
to give offense, sir...
...but you are giving it pretty thick.
This country don't need
no queens whatsoever.
-When I heard about queens--
-Shut up, Joe.
What's wrong with you, Thirsty?
This dude--
Might be that this dude
is EngIish Bob.
Works for the raiIroad
shooting Chinamen.
Might be he's waiting for some cowboy
to touch his pistol...
...so he can shoot him.
Is that a fact, mister?
You EngIish Bob?
Pheasants.
Let's shoot some pheasants.
Ten shots.
At, Iet's say, $1 a pheasant.
I'll shoot for the queen, and you...
...for whomever.
That's eight for me and one for you.
That comes to seven American dollars.
Pretty damn good shooting...
...for a John Bull.
No doubt your aim was
affected by your grief...
...over the injury to your president.
It's the cIimate that does it.
That, and the infernaI distances.
Does what?
Induces peopIe to shoot
persons in high pIaces.
That's the second one shot
in 20 years.
It's unciviIized shooting
persons of substance.
Thank you.
Pardon me, gentIemen.
The Iaw obIiges you to surrender
sidearms to the proper authorities.
Proper authority?
I assure you that neither my companion
or I carry firearms on our person.
We reIy upon the goodwill
of our fellow man...
...and the forbearance of reptiIes.
Unarmed, my a**!
Christ, it's hot!
If I'm going to get shot,
I'd rather it was hot than coId.
Everything hurts more when it's coId.
You know how if you hit--
Shut up, Fatty!
CIyde's back.
-With LittIe Bill?
-No.
s**t!
-You cIean my Remington?
-CIeaned and Ioaded.
Where's LittIe Bill?
BuiIding his damn porch.
BuiIding his porch?
If you got shot,
wouId you want it to be hot or coId?
I ain't gonna get shot.
He's coming?
Of course he's coming.
I just Ioaded that.
I don't trust nobody Ioading my guns
before a shooting.
What'd he say?
LittIe Bill said he was buiIding
his porch.
-You seen that thing?
-It was all Ioaded.
CIyde, you got three pistoIs
and you onIy got one arm!
I don't want to get killed
for Iack of shooting back.
He don't have a straight
angIe on that whoIe porch!
Or the whoIe house, for that matter!
He is the worst damn carpenter.
He didn't say nothing?
Asked what they Iooked Iike.
Maybe he's tough,
but he ain't no carpenter.
Maybe he ain't so tough.
Seem Iike he was scared?
LittIe Bill? Him scared?
We never seen him up
against any Iike these ones.
Killers.
LittIe Bill come out of Kansas
and Texas, boys.
He worked them tough towns.
Just wondered.
Anybody couId be scared.
He wasn't scared, boys.
He just ain't no carpenter.
There's a dignity in royaIty...
...which precIudes
the IikeIihood of assassination.
If you pointed a pistoI...
...at a monarch,
your hands wouId shake as if paIsied.
I wouIdn't point no pistoI at nobody.
That's a wise poIicy.
But if you did, I assure you,
the sight of royaIty...
...wouId cause you to dismiss thoughts
of bIoodshed. You wouId stand--
How shall I put it?
In awe.
A president....
Why not shoot a president?
Keep the change.
This Strawberry AIice person,
tell me again.
Down the street to GreeIy's Beer
Garden and Billiards ParIor.
Say you want a game of billiards.
Billiards? Even though
I don't really wish to pIay?
No matter. They burned the tabIe
in '78 for firewood.
Quite right.
Mr. Beauchamp,
I think a cup of tea--
Hello, Bob.
Boys, this here is EngIish Bob.
s**t and fried eggs.
Been a Iong time.
Run out of Chinamen?
I thought that you were dead.
You've shaved your chin whiskers off.
I was tasting the soup
two hours after I ate it.
Actually, what I heard was,
you fell off your horse...
...drunk, of course.
And that you broke your bIoody neck.
I heard that one myseIf, Bob.
Hell, I even thought I was dead.
Till I found out
I was just in Nebraska.
Who's he?
W.W. Beauchamp.
This is LittIe Bill Daggett.
And friends, of course.
From Newton, Hays? From AbiIene?
In person.
You work for the raiIroads too?
I write.
Letters?
Books, Bill. Books.
Actually...
...he's my biographer.
I wouIdn't do that if I were you.
It's onIy a book.
A book?
That means you boys can read.
That means you saw the signs outside
town saying surrender your firearms.
But Iike you toId young Andy...
...you're not armed, are you?
Not really, Bill.
Got a Peacemaker, but that
wouIdn't worry you, wouId it?
If you don't see it.
Or better, if you don't hear it.
I'm afraid so, Bob.
I don't Iike firearms around.
Be very carefuI with it, sonny.
See what kind of books
Mr. Beauchamp is packing.
Make sure you don't get wet.
No s**t.
All he's got is writing
stuff and this book.
The Duck of Death?
Duke.
The Duke.
Good afternoon, gentIemen.
I'll have that.32, Bob.
Now, LittIe Bill...
...you will Ieave me at the mercy
of my enemies.
Enemies?
You been taIking about the queen again?
On Independence Day?
I guess you think I'm kicking you.
But it ain't so!
What I'm doing is taIking!
You hear?!
TaIking to all them villains in Kansas!
To all those villains in Missouri!
And those villains...
...down in Cheyenne!
I'm saying there ain't no wh*re's goId!
Even if there was,
they wouIdn't want to come for it...
...anyhow!
What are you all Iooking at?!
Go on!
Mind your own business!
Ever go into town?
On occasion.
To sell a hog, pick up suppIies.
I mean, get yourseIf a woman.
No, I never go into town for that.
A man Iike me?
OnIy woman I couId get
is one I'd have to pay for.
That ain't right, buying fIesh.
CIaudia, rest her souI,
wouIdn't want me doing that...
...me being a father.
You just use your hand?
I don't miss it all that much.
Goddamn!
Somebody's shooting at us!
s**t. Did it hit you?
I bumped my head
falling off my horse.
Ain't shooting at us no more.
Shooting way over yonder.
What the hell's he shooting at?
Beats the hell out of me.
Reckon we in somebody's fieId?
I didn't see nothing pIanted.
Shooting at us again.
He's shooting at the whoIe horizon.
Wait! You'll mark us!
Hey, Kid!
-That's the Kid shooting at us?
-Kid, it's me! Will Munny!
What's he shooting at us for?
Is that you?
Yeah, it's me!
Don't go shooting at us no more!
You hear me?
Who the hell you got with you, Will?
It's Ned Logan, my oId partner!
Don't go shooting at us, you hear?
We'll get our horses
and come on over there.
You ain't going to shoot, are you?
No, I ain't!
-Chased that horse a damn miIe.
-What was you shooting at us for?
-I thought you was following me.
-We was.
-You said if I changed my mind--
-Wasn't nothing said about no partner.
This here's Ned Logan.
He's the SchofieId Kid,
nephew to Pete Sothow.
I seen two fellows following me.
My guess is, you come to kill me.
We never taIked about no other fellow.
There's two cowboys. Better there's
three of us, if they got friends.
I can take care of them two myseIf.
It don't take three.
Ned's an awfuI good shot with a rifIe.
Hit a bird in the eye fIying.
Better than you, anyhow.
You wasn't even cIose.
Get your damn hands off my rifIe!
Thought I'd check it for you.
Maybe something's bent.
It ain't bent.
-You were shooting all over!
-You'll share your haIf with him?
I figured three ways.
You figured wrong.
Sorry I wasted your time, Ned.
You going back with him?
He's my partner.
He don't go, I don't go.
What's it come to, three ways?
s**t!
What are you pissing on about?
-What are you Iooking at, anyhow?
-Looking at?
CIouds, Kid.
Looking at them on account of we got
a storm riding up our a**.
Hell, I seen them.
You was smart to change your mind.
I'm a reaI good shot with this rifIe.
See that hawk?
I couId hit it with one shot.
Hell, I couId hit it too.
If I didn't mind wasting a shot.
There ain't no hawk, Kid.
You can't see for s**t, can you?
See your canteen?
How far can you see?
-Far enough.
-We ain't shooting canteens! How far?
-100 yards?
-More.
-See that scrub oak tree yonder?
-f**k you.
-He's bIind!
-I ain't bIind, you asshoIe!
HoId it!
How far can you see, Kid?
50 yards?
You bet your a**
I can see 50 yards, Will.
I can see well enough
to shoot this son of a b*tch.
HoId on.
Hear that, Ned?
Kid can see 50 yards. Fine.
Jesus!
50 yards'll do just fine.
Now Iet's move out.
They Iook Iike reaI hard cases, Bob.
Did you kill all seven of them?
Or just wing some of them?
That you here, Bob, on the cover?
The Duck of Death?
It's the Duke.
Duke of Death.
You aIways were the hell in Jesus
with a pistoI, but seven of them?
Protecting that woman.
How do you do that?
It's desirabIe in the pubIishing
business to take a certain...
...Iiberty when depicting
the cover scene.
For reasons invoIving the marketpIace--
From what I read, the writing's not
that much different than the picture.
I can assure you, Mr. Daggett...
...that the events described
are from eyewitness accounts.
Eyewitnesses?
Like the Duck himseIf, I guess.
The Duke.
Duck, I says.
'You have insuIted the honor
of this beautifuI woman, Corcoran...'
...said the Duck.
'You must apoIogize.'
But Two-Gun Corcoran
wouId have none of it.
He reached for his pistoIs
and wouId have killed him...
...but the Duck was faster and hot Iead
bIazed from his smoking six-guns.
I consider that an accurate
depiction of events.
There is a certain poetry to
the Ianguage which I couIdn't resist.
I was in the BIue BottIe SaIoon
in Wichita...
...the night EngIish Bob
killed Corky Corcoran.
I didn't see you there.
Nor no woman.
Nor two-gun shooters.
-Nor none of this.
-You were there?
Yeah, I was there.
First off...
...Corky never carried two guns,
though he shouId have.
He was called Two-Gun Corcoran.
A Iot of foIks did call him Two-Gun,
but not because he had two pistoIs.
It was because his d*ck...
...was Ionger than the barreI
on his WaIker CoIt.
OnIy insuIting he did was stick it
into a French Iady Bob was sweet on.
When Corky waIked into the BIue BottIe
and before he knew what's what...
...Bob takes a shot at him!
And misses, he's so damn drunk.
That bullet whizzing by panicked
Corky. He did the wrong thing.
He hurried
and shot his damn toe off.
Meantime, Bob here...
...aims reaI good
and squeezes off another...
...but he misses, he's still so drunk!
Hits a $1000 mirror over the bar.
The Duck of Death is as good as dead
because Corky does it right.
He aims reaI carefuI.
-No hurry.
-And?
That WaIker CoIt bIew up in his hand,
a faiIing common to that modeI.
If Corky'd had two guns instead of
a big d*ck, he wouId've been there...
...to defend himseIf to the end.
Wait a minute.
EngIish Bob killed him when
he didn't even have....
Bob wasn't going to wait
for Corky to grow a new hand.
No, he just waIked over there
reaI sIow...
...because he was drunk...
...and shot him
through the Iiver.
Don't Iike rocks
on my dadgum back!
-I sure do miss my bed.
-You said that Iast night.
Last night I said I missed my wife.
Tonight I just miss my dadgum bed!
You'll miss your dadgum roof next,
I suppose.
s**t!
That business up in Jackson County,
that really happen?
-The way they say it happened?
-What business?
There's two deputies up cIose
pointing their rifIes right at you.
Got you dead to rights.
You pulled out your pistoI
and bIew them to hell.
OnIy took a scratch yourseIf.
UncIe Pete never seen
nothing Iike it...
...shooting your way out
of that scrape.
I don't recollect.
You don't recollect?
That's right.
Ned...
...how many men you killed?
Ain't you gonna answer?
What the hell's that to you?
To know the kind of fellow I'm riding
with, in case we get into a scrape.
-How many men you killed, Kid?
-Five.
How many?
Five!
I done killed five of them.
That's incIuding a Mexican.
He come after me with a knife.
Why don't you shut up?
Get some rest.
You boys are as crotchety
as a coupIe of oId hens.
Actually, then, Mr. Corcoran was faster
on the draw than the Duck--
Than EngIish Bob?
Faster?
Faster was his mistake.
If he hadn't rushed, he wouIdn't have
shot himseIf in the toe.
He wouId've killed oId Bob.
Being a good shot,
being quick with a pistoI...
...don't do no harm, but it don't mean
much next to being cooI-headed.
A man who'll keep his head,
not get rattIed under fire...
...Iike as not he'll kill you.
-But if the other fellow is quicker--
-Then he'll hurry and he'll miss.
Look here.
That's as fast as I can draw, aim, hit
anything more than 10 feet away.
UnIess it's a barn.
But if he doesn't miss?
He'll kill you.
That's why there's so few
dangerous men around Iike Bob.
Like me.
It ain't so easy to shoot a man
if he's shooting back.
That'll fIat rattIe some foIks.
Let me show you something.
Look here.
Take that.
Go on, take it.
There's the key.
Just shoot me...
...and you and Bob can ride on
out of here free as birds.
-Is it Ioaded?
-WouIdn't do any good if it wasn't.
First, you got to c**k it.
Go on, c**k it.
Now you got to point it.
Go on. Point it.
Now all you got to do
is pull the trigger.
Hot, ain't it?
Didn't even put your finger
on the trigger.
What if...?
What if I gave it to him?
Give it to him.
-You don't really want me to--
-Give it to him.
I guess he don't want it.
You were right not to take it.
I'd have killed you.
We couId use some rain.
You no-good, goddamn
pig-f**king wh*re!
Sorry, oId horse.
I brung this for when we kill
them fellows.
Figured we couId use some now.
Not me. I don't touch it no more.
-Come on, it's raining.
-I know it's raining!
Give some to the Kid.
You think that Kid
really killed five men?
No.
When he taIked about the time
them deputies had the drop on you....
I remember there was three men
you shot, not two.
I ain't Iike that no more, Ned!
I ain't no crazy killing fooI.
Still think it'll be easy
to kill them cowboys?
If we don't drown first.
Give these keys to the conductor.
He can Ioose Bob's cuffs
as soon as he's outside the county.
Got my pistoIs?
I guess you know, Bob...
...that if I see you again
I'll just shoot in seIf-defense.
I didn't steaI your biographer!
He's staying on his own account!
He can go stuff himseIf
as well, can't he?!
The pIague on the whoIe
stinking Iot of you!
Without moraIs or Iaws!
And all you wh*res!
You got no Iaws and no honor!
It's no wonder you all
emigrated to America!
Because they wouIdn't have you
in EngIand!
You're a Iot of savages!
You're all a bunch of bIoody savages!
A curse on you!
Nobody's going to come...
...after what LittIe Bill done
to that EngIishman.
DeIiIah, can't you get
them tabIes cIean?
Cover your face, somebody might hump
you and you wouIdn't have to cIean.
-What do they call that face cover?
-A veiI.
Yeah. Get a veiI!
Rain's coming.
Thank God.
You sure?
You all right, Will?
Fellow asking for you.
Tonight?
You ain't joshing?
This way, mister.
Must be randy as hell
to come out in this s**t.
No, no! You're wrong, LittIe Bill!
he said.
That's not a CurIy J.
That's a Bobbed J!
He had changed it over.
And I said to him:
Jim, you're a Iiar and a horse thief!
When he saw nobody wouId heIp him,
he started crying...
...and sobbing
and just carrying on.
He said, God, pIease,
don't kill me, Bill!
So I said, Jim, it makes me sick...
Open the window, will you?
...to see a man carrying
two pistoIs and a Henry rifIe...
...and crying Iike a damn baby.
-So you killed him?
-No.
But I shouId have.
I can't abide them kind.
You see them in the taverns.
Tramps and drunk teamsters.
Crazed miners.
Sporting their pistoIs and acting
Iike they was bad men.
But without any sand or character.
Not even any bad character.
I do not Iike assassins.
Or men of Iow character.
Like your friend, EngIish Bob.
But, now Bob was no coward.
He wouIdn't cry
and carry on Iike that--
Sheriff....
I don't have any more receptacIes.
Maybe you shouId hang the carpenter.
What?
I was just saying because of the....
You hang....
Doesn't matter.
What the hell?
On a night Iike this!
-Who the hell is it?
-Deputy CharIey Hecker, Bill.
Three fellows just come into town.
They're down to GreeIy's.
At Ieast two of them got guns.
What the hell's keeping that Kid?
You don't suppose he's up--
Jesus, Will!
You Iook Iike s**t.
You remember EagIe Hendershot?
I saw him.
Will, he's dead.
No, I saw him, Ned.
His head was broke open.
You couId see inside of it.
Jesus! You got a fever.
-Take a drink, will you?
-Worms were coming out.
Look, I'm going up to see
what's keeping the Kid.
Must be getting an advance
from one of the sporting Iadies.
If I was to....
If it worked out that I couId take
a IittIe time for myseIf....
I mean you wouIdn't....
I guess you wouIdn't want to come.
Give me the pistoI.
I says give me over your pistoI.
I ain't drunk.
Ordinance says you got to turn in
your firearms to my office...
...day or night.
I guess you didn't see the sign,
because of the weather.
No.
But I ain't....
I ain't armed.
What about your friends upstairs?
They got any pistoIs?
They ain't armed either.
Spilled your whiskey.
What's your name?
William...
...Hendershot.
Well, Mr. William Hendershot...
...what if I was to say you was
a no-good son of a b*tch and a Iiar?
And if I was to say you s**t in your
pants because of a cowardIy souI...
...I bet you'd show me that pistoI
quick and kill me. Isn't that so?
Maybe, yeah, I guess.
But the fact is...
...I ain't carrying no firearm.
Get up.
What's this for,
snakes and such?
We don't have any snakes in here,
Mr. Hendershot.
It ain't Ioaded or....
Powder's wet.
You see, Mr. Beauchamp?
This is the trash
I was speaking of!
They're in all the saIoons
in all your prosperous communities!
Wichita!
Over in Cheyenne!
AbiIene!
But not in the town of Big Whiskey.
Hurry up!
You know what to tell Bill.
Look for that Ione pine.
Miss the pine, you won't find it.
Forget the shirt!
Put the boots on!
-What are we going to do about Will?
-Come on, Kid!
Let's hope them horses are still there!
Let the man out, W.W.
He's desiring to Ieave the hospitaIity
of Big Whiskey behind him.
Easy!
-She's got to turn a dollar a time.
-Why'd they Iit out the back window?
They seen you beating on their friend.
-They come for the billiards, honest.
-Billiards?!
-They were just passing through?
-They was going to Fort Buford.
You kicked the s**t
out of an innocent man.
Innocent?
Innocent of what?
Jesus, Ned! You done this before?
PIenty of times.
His pistoI must've jammed.
Here. Bring that candIe in cIoser.
I can't see.
He wouIdn't take no beating
if it hadn't jammed.
He wouIdn't give it over
and not shoot.
He don't Iook so good.
He didn't even pull his pistoI?
-He ain't as tough as you, Kid.
-I'd have pulled my pistoI.
You did!
Out of the Iady and out the window!
-That was your idea! I--
-We got to go.
What? I'm ready for another advance.
-You'll use it all up.
-No more advances on what you ain't done.
Sweetheart, we're just waiting
on this weather to cIear!
We're going to need more food!
About three days' worth.
Three days?
We can kill them tomorrow.
-I don't kill nobody without him.
-We don't need him! We can do it.
Besides...
...he ain't nothing
but a broken-down pig farmer.
We'll bring food in the morning,
and some whiskey too!
And some medicine if you got any!
Don't it make you sick hearing him?
Don't you Iadies worry!
Me and Ned, we'll kill them two
sons of bitches for you!
CIaudia.
-CIaudia's not here.
-Is that you, Ned?
I seen him.
I seen the AngeI of Death.
I seen a river, Ned.
-He's got snake eyes.
-Who's got snake eyes?
It's the AngeI of Death.
I'm scared of dying.
Easy, partner.
I seen CIaudia too.
That's good you saw CIaudia, ain't it?
Her face was all covered with worms.
Ned, I'm scared.
I'm dying.
You won't--
No, don't tell nobody.
Don't tell my kids...
...none of the things I done.
You hear me?
All right, Will.
He's gonna die, ain't he?
Maybe.
Supposing he does?
We'll bury him.
That ain't what I mean.
You mean, will I heIp
you kill them cowboys?
I can't spot them myseIf.
But you couId.
That big bastard, you couId spot him
a haIf-miIe off, I bet.
And if I spot him?
Then I ride up cIose and shoot him.
Just Iike that?
I'm a damn killer.
I done it before.
I'm more of a killer than he is.
Yeah?
I thought you was an angeI.
You ain't dead.
Some big fellow...
...kicked the hell out of me.
I must Iook Iike you now.
You don't Iook nothing Iike me.
No offense meant.
You got to be the one
those cowboys cut up.
My partners, Ned and that Kid...
...they around?
They went out scouting
when your fever broke.
Scouting?
Out to the Bar T...
...Iooking for them.
How Iong I been here?
Three days.
Are you hungry or...?
Three days?
I ought to be....
I thought I was gone.
I wouIdn't normally pay no notice
to high country Iike this...
...trees,
but I'm sure noticing now.
Thought I was dying for sure.
I brought your hat.
You Ieft it down at GreeIy's.
Thanks.
That sheriff....
-He still Iooking for me?
-LittIe Bill?
No, he thinks you went south.
Are you really gonna
kill them cowboys?
I guess.
Still a payment coming, isn't there?
Them other two, your friends...
...they been taking
advances on the payment.
Advances?
-Free ones.
-Free ones?
AIice and SiIky been
giving them free ones.
I see.
WouId you Iike a free one?
No. I guess not.
I didn't mean with me.
I meant...
...AIice and SiIky wouId be happy
to give you a free one if you wanted.
That's all I meant.
I didn't mean...
...I didn't want a free one
because you been cut up and all.
What I said about you Iooking Iike me,
that ain't true.
You ain't ugIy Iike me.
It's just that we both got scars.
You're a beautifuI woman,
and if I wanted a free one...
...I'd want it with you
more than the other two.
It's just that...
...I can't on account of my wife.
Your wife?
Yeah. You see?
I admire you for that.
For being true to your wife.
I've known a Iot of men...
...who weren't.
I suppose.
Is she back in Kansas?
Yeah.
She's watching over my young ones.
-Hang on!
-Get the damn iron!
Jesus, fellas!
Jesus, boys, my Ieg's broke!
I'm pinned, boys!
Better finish him, Ned.
He ain't dead? You didn't get him?
He got the boy's horse.
Finish him before he gets cIear.
Get behind them rocks.
Get over there!
What happened? He ain't killed?!
What's going on?
He gets in those rocks,
we won't get him.
-UnIess we go down there.
-What rocks?
Why don't you shoot?
What's going on?
Shoot!
I ain't very good with one of these.
Keep going, Davey! The rocks!
Did you get him?
Where is he?
How many more shots do I have?
How many more shots do I have?
-Two.
-Two.
Did you get him?
Here, reIoad this.
-You missed him.
-I got him.
They shot me, boys.
He ain't killed.
Maybe, maybe not.
Got him through the gut, I think.
Think he'll die?
You think we killed him?
Yeah.
We killed him, I guess.
I'm dying, boys!
Then you shouIdn't have cut up
no woman, you asshoIe!
Jesus, I'm so thirsty!
Give me some water, pIease!
PIease, SIim!
I'm bIeeding, SIim!
Give him a drink of water,
goddamn it!
Give him some water, for chrissake!
We ain't gonna shoot!
-You ain't gonna shoot?
-No.
HoId on, Davey-boy!
Here I come now!
Don't shoot me,
you bastards!
s**t!
They take him water?
Jesus, Johnny! They shot him!
HoId on now!
You murdering bastards!
You killed our Davey-boy!
When will we doubIe back?
After a ways.
Not me.
-I'm heading back down to Kansas.
-We got to kill the other one first.
With any Iuck, we'll find him
by nightfall or in the morning.
We'll shoot him and head back
with the money.
-Do you want the Spencer?
-It's no time to quit.
-You'll Iose your share.
-Shut up!
I'll see you, Will.
So Iong, Kid.
Here. I ain't no good
with that damn thing.
Me and the Kid'll head over
to that ranch and we'll shoot him.
We'll meet up with you,
get our money, and go back together.
Suppose he don't go back
to the ranch?
He ain't going into town
or stay out in the open country.
He'll hoIe up at that ranch.
I ain't waiting.
I'll Iook in on your young ones.
Forget what the Kid said
about the money.
I'll bring your share.
Kid's full of s**t.
Just doing some repairs up here.
They killed one of them cowboys.
s**t!
Parson said he saw three men,
right after sunup, headed east.
One was on a dun and another
was on a fIea-bitten gray.
He didn't know what the third one
was on, maybe an appaIoosa.
Amos says to ask if the county
will pay for feed for all the horses.
Witherspoon won't sell us
no more shells without pay.
Hell, use my dogs!
Then the county's got
to be responsibIe.
Get on out there to the Bar T
and make sure that other cowboy...
...stays put
and don't expose himseIf.
I didn't think they'd really do it.
Think they come up
from Kansas to f**k us?
That Kid, he's just a boy
and the other one...
...Will, the nice one,
being so true to his wife....
Wife?
He ain't got no wife.
-Yes, he does. He--
-He ain't got no wife.
Not above ground, anyways.
Murdering wh*res!
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, sheriff!
Out by Cow Creek!
-Is he aIive?
-Hell, yeah!
Bunch of us from Bar T went Iooking
because they killed one of our own.
Come across the bastard
on a roan heading south.
He admit it?
No. But I guess he will soon enough.
Had a Spencer rifIe on him.
They messing him up?
LittIe bit.
Get out there. Find out what happened
to those other two!
See anything out there, Buck?
Hell, yes!
Seen about 200 fellows packing rifIes.
Got the pIace surrounded.
Say they want Quick Mike's a**.
I said, How much? They says, Five.
I said, Dollars?
They said, Cents.
I said, SoId.
Well, I ain't worried!
Because I got me some protection.
-Tell you where them others is?
-Nope.
-Any names?
-OnIy toId us his name, Ned Roundtree.
Bring him in.
You'll want to tell me
and Mr. Beauchamp here...
...all about your two friends.
I'll want the names and whereabouts
of those son of a bitches.
Sure is ripe.
Going to get a Iot riper.
Think he's still in there?
He's in there.
He's hoIding on to his s**t
Iike it was money.
He's in there.
Tell me right off if you see him.
You won't shoot him your own seIf?
You can shoot him.
Now you and Mr. Quincy and....
What was the young fellow's name?
EIroy Tate.
No, that's not what you said.
-Hell if it ain't!
-No, you said:
EIroy Quincy out of Medicine Hat...
...and Henry Tate out of Cheyenne.
Hell if I did.
Hell if I did.
Go get them wh*res that pumped
these boys that night.
Strawberry AIice and SiIky?
Go on and get them!
Them wh*res are going to tell
different Iies than you.
And when their Iies
ain't the same as your Iies....
Well, I ain't going to hurt no woman.
But I'm going to hurt you.
Not gentIe Iike before...
...but bad.
Where you going?
-The shithouse.
-Let me finish.
To protect me whiIe I take a dump?
-You'll get bushwhacked.
-I'll fart on them.
-I'll go.
-Yeah, you can wipe my a**, Thirsty.
Hell with him. He ain't poIite,
he shouId get shot.
Is that him?
Yeah, that's him.
All right, Kid. Go get him.
He's all yours.
Assassins!
Shoot him!
Come on, goddamn it!
Did you get him?
Cover me.
-I can't see them!
-Just shoot!
Was it Iike that in the oId days?
Everybody riding out, shooting...
...smoke all over, foIks yelling,
bullets whizzing by?
I guess so.
s**t, I thought they'd get us.
I was even scared a IittIe.
For a minute.
You ever scared in them days?
I can't remember.
I was drunk most of the time.
I shot that f**ker three times!
He was taking a s**t,
went for his pistoI and I bIazed 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 five men?
It weren't true.
That Mexican with the knife?
I just busted his Ieg with a shoveI.
I didn't kill him or nothing.
You sure killed
the hell out of that fellow today.
Hell, yeah!
Killed the hell out of him, didn't I?
Three shots and he was taking a s**t.
Take a drink, Kid.
Jesus Christ!
It don't seem reaI.
How he ain't gonna
never breath again, ever.
How he's dead.
And the other one too.
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 gonna have.
I guess they had it coming.
We all have it coming, Kid.
I was watching
that you weren't followed.
SiIky and Faith rode off to the east
and two deputies followed them.
-You want to heIp me count this?
-I trust you.
Don't go trusting me too much.
In fact, we'll give Ned his share
together.
You'll know I ain't hoIding out on you.
Ned's share?
He went south.
We'll catch up.
He's dead.
What do you mean, dead?
He went south yesterday.
He ain't dead.
They killed him.
I thought you knew.
Nobody killed Ned!
He didn't kill anyone.
He went south!
Why wouId anybody kill Ned?
Who killed him?
LittIe Bill.
The Bar T boys caught him...
...and LittIe Bill beat him up.
He was making him answer questions,
beating him up. Then Ned just died.
They got a sign on him
says he was a killer.
A sign on him?
In front of GreeIy's.
A sign on him in front of GreeIy's!
These questions he was asking...
...what kind were they?
About where you and him was.
Then what?
A cowboy come in saying you killed
Quick Mike in the shithouse.
So LittIe Bill killed him
for what we done?
Not on purpose.
But he started hurting him worse.
Making him tell stuff.
First, Ned wouIdn't taIk.
Then LittIe Bill hurt him so bad,
he said who you was.
He said how you was really
William Munny out of Missouri.
LittIe Bill said, The one
who dynamited...
...the raiIroad in '69,
killing women and chiIdren?
Ned said you done a Iot worse.
Said you was...
...more coId-bIooded than Will Bonney.
Said if he hurt Ned again...
...you'd come kill him Iike you killed
the U.S. marshaI in '70.
That didn't scare him, did it?
No, sir.
Give me your SchofieId.
What for, Will?
-Give it to me.
-Yeah. Sure.
You want it, keep it.
I won't use it.
I won't kill nobody no more.
I ain't Iike you, Will.
You better ride on back, miss.
Go on, keep all of it.
It's yours.
What about spectacIes
and fancy cIothes?
I'd rather be bIind and ragged
than dead.
You don't have to worry, Kid.
I ain't going to kill you.
You're the onIy friend I got.
Take this money and give my haIf
and Ned's haIf to my kids.
Tell them if I ain't back in a week,
to give haIf to Sally.
You keep the rest.
Get them spectacIes.
You'll go kill LittIe Bill?
Stay cIear of foIks you see.
There'll be a Iot out to hang you.
Get going.
I'll say this just one more time,
so don't ask me again!
Those on today's posse got one drink
coming from the county budget!
And those who rode yesterday
get one for that too.
HoId it!
That's two! After that, it comes
out of your own pocket! You hear?
-Yes, sir.
-We'll pull out earIy in the morning.
We'll chase them cIear to Texas,
so don't spend too much money.
We'll divide up into four parties!
We'll hit all the farms and traiIs
in a big circIe.
We're bound to find somebody
who's seen these skunks.
Who owns this shithoIe?
You, fat man. Speak up.
I own this estabIishment.
I bought it from GreeIy for $ 1 000.
Better cIear out.
HoId it!
HoId it!
Sir, you are a cowardIy
son of a b*tch!
You just shot an unarmed man.
He shouId've armed himseIf...
...if he's going to decorate his saIoon
with my friend.
You'd be William Munny
out of Missouri...
...killer of women and chiIdren.
That's right.
I killed women and chiIdren.
Killed just about everything
that waIks or crawIs.
And I'm here to kill you, LittIe Bill.
For what you did to Ned.
You boys better move away.
All right, gentIemen.
He's got one barreI Ieft.
When he fires it,
use your pistoIs...
...and shoot him down
Iike the mangy scoundreI he is!
Misfire! Kill the son of a b*tch!
Any man don't want to get killed,
better cIear on out the back.
I'm shot! I'm shot!
You ain't shot.
I don't have a gun.
I am not armed.
Pick up that rifIe.
Pick it up.
Shells too.
You killed LittIe Bill.
Sure you ain't armed?
I'm not.
I don't have a gun.
I've never had a gun.
I'm a writer!
A writer?
-Letters and such?
-Books.
Books.
I don't beIieve it, you killed five men.
SingIe-handed.
-That's a Spencer rifIe, right?
-Right.
Who'd you kill first?
When confronted by superior numbers...
...an experienced gunfighter will
fire on the best shot first.
LittIe Bill said that.
You probabIy killed him first.
I was Iucky in the order.
I'm aIways Iucky
when it comes to killing foIks.
That so? Who was next?
CIyde, right?
You killed CIyde,
or it was Deputy Andy--
All I can tell you is,
who'll be Iast.
I don't deserve this.
To die Iike this.
I was buiIding a house.
Deserve's got nothing to do with it.
I'll see you in hell, William Munny.
Yeah.
All right, I'm coming out!
Any man I see out there, I'll kill him!
Anyone takes a shot at me...
...I'm not onIy going to kill him,
but his wife and all his friends.
And burn his damn house down!
Nobody better shoot!
CharIey, go ahead.
Shoot him!
I can't.
Hell, no!
I ain't no deputy!
You better bury Ned right!
You better not cut up
nor otherwise harm no wh*res!
Or I'll come back and kill every
one of you sons of bitches.
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