Well, I don't recollect.
You don't recollect?
That's right.
Say, Ned...
...how many men you kill?
Ain't you going to answer the question?
What the hell's that to you?
I got to know what kind of fellow I'm riding with, case we get into a scrape.
How many men you killed, Kid?
Five.
How many?
Five.
I done killed five of them.
That's including a Mexican who come at me with a knife.
Why don't you shut up? Get some rest.
You boys are as crotchety as a couple of old hens.
Actually...
...Mr. Corcoran was faster on the draw than the Duck...
Than English Bob?
Faster?
Faster was his mistake.
If he hadn't rushed, he wouldn't have shot himself in the toe.
He would've killed old Bob.
Look, son.
Being a good shot, and being quick with a pistol...
...don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed.
A man who'll keep his head, not get rattled under fire...
...like as not he'll kill you.
But if the other fellow is quicker...
Then he'll be hurrying and he'll miss.
Look here.
That's about as fast as I can draw, aim and hit anything more than 10 feet away.
'Less it's a barn.
But if he doesn't miss?
He'll kill you.
That's why there's so few dangerous men around like old Bob.
Like me.
It ain't so easy to shoot a man, especially if he's shooting back.
That'll just flat rattle some folks.
- Let me show you something. - Just a minute.
Look here.
Take that.
Take it.
There's the key.
All you gotta do is shoot me...
...and you and Bob can just ride on out of here, free as birds.
- Is it loaded? - Wouldn't do any good if it wasn't.
First, you've got to cock it.
Go on, cock it.
Now you gotta point it.
Go on. Point it.
Now all you gotta do is pull the trigger, mister.
Hot, ain't it?
Your finger wasn't even on the trigger.
What if...
What if I gave it to him?
Give it to him.
You don't really want me...
Give it to him.
I guess he don't want it, Mr. Beauchamp.
You were right not to take it, Bob.
I would have killed you.
We could use some rain.
You stupid, goddamn, pig-fucking whore!
Sorry, horse.
I brung this along for when we kill them fellows.
Figured we could use some now.
Not me. I don't touch it no more.
Come on, Will. It's raining.
I know it's raining! Give some to the Kid.
You think that Kid really killed five men?
No.
When you talked of the time them deputies had the drop on you and Pete...
...I remember there was three men you shot, not two.
I ain't like that no more, Ned!
I ain't no crazy killing fool.
Still think it's gonna be easy to kill them cowboys?
If we don't drown first.
Give these keys to the conductor.
Tell him he can loose Bob's cuffs as soon as he's outside the county.
Got my pistols?
I guess you know, Bob, that...
...if I see you again I'll just shoot and figure it's self-defense.
I didn't steal your biographer!
He's staying on his own account!
He can go stuff himself as well, can't he?
A plague on the whole stinking lot of you!
Without morals or laws!
And, all you whores, you got no laws! You got no honor!
It's no wonder you all emigrated to America!
They wouldn't have you in England!
You're a lot of savages!
You're all a bunch of bloody savages! A curse on you!
Nobody's going to come...
...after what Little Bill done to that Englishman.
Delilah, can't you get them tables clean?
Cover your face, somebody might hump you and you wouldn't have to clean.
What do they call those face covers?
A veil.
Yeah. Get a veil!
Rain's coming.
Thank God.
Sure?
You all right, Will?
There's a fellow asking for you.
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!"
He had changed it over. And I said to him:
"Jim, you're a liar and a horse thief!"
He saw the rest of them wouldn't help him none.
Of course he started crying and sobbing and just carrying on.
He said, "God, please don't kill me, Bill!
"Please don't kill me!"
I said, "It makes me sick..."
Open the window.
"...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.
Tramps and drunk teamsters...
...and crazed miners.
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.
Or men of low character.
Like your friend English Bob.
But Bob was no coward, you know.
He wouldn't go up to your face and cry and carry on like that...
Sheriff...
I don't have any more receptacles.
Maybe you should just hang the carpenter.
What?
I was saying that because of the... If you hang...
It doesn't matter.
What the hell?
On a night like this!
Who in the hell is it?
Deputy Charley Hecker, Bill.
What?
Three fellows just come into town, Bill. They're down at Greely's.
There's two of them got guns.
What the hell's keeping that Kid?
You 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 broke open. You could see inside of it.
Jesus.
You got a fever.
- Take a drink, will you? - Worms were coming out.
I'm gonna go see what's keeping the Kid.
Must be he's getting an advance on one of the sporting ladies.
If I was to...
If it worked out that I could...
...take a little time for myself, I don't suppose you would...
I guess you wouldn't want to come.
Give me the pistol, mister.
I says give me over your pistol.
I ain't drunk.
Ordinance says you got to turn in your firearms to County Office...
...day or night.
I guess you didn't see the sign, with the weather and all.
No.
But I ain't armed.
Your friends upstairs got any pistols?
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 bitch and a liar?
And if I was to say you shit in your pants because of a cowardly soul...
...I bet you'd show me that pistol right quick and shoot me dead.
Isn't that so?
Maybe, 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 loaded.
Powder's wet.
You see, Mr. Beauchamp?
This is the kind of trash I'm speaking of!
You find this kind in every saloon...
...in all your prosperous communities!
Wichita!
Over in Cheyenne!
Abilene!
But you won't find them in the town of Big Whiskey.
Hurry up!
Know what to say to Little Bill?
Look sharp for that lone pine.
Miss the pine, you won't find it.
Not the shirt! Put the fucking boots on!
What are we going to do about Will?
Come on! Let's hope them horses are still there!
Let the man out, W.W.
He's desiring to leave the hospitality of Big Whiskey behind him.
Easy. She's got to work. She's got to turn $1 a time!
How come they lit out the back window?
On account of they seen you beating on their friend.
They just come for the billiards, honest.
Billiards?
They just passing through here?
Going to Fort Buford.
You kicked the shit out of an innocent man.
Innocent?
Innocent of what?
Jesus. Will.
Jesus. You done this before?
Plenty of times.
His pistol must've jammed.
Bring that candle in a little closer.
I can't see.
He wouldn't take no beating like that if it hadn't jammed.
He wouldn't give it over and not shoot no one.
He don't look so good.
He didn't even pull his pistol?
He ain't as tough as you, Kid.
At least I'd have pulled my pistol.
You did!
Out of the lady and out the goddamn window!
- That was your idea! I wanted to... - We gotta go.
Already? Darling, I'm near 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 clear!
We'll need more food!
Three days' worth.
Three days?
- 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'll bring food in the morning! We'll bring whiskey, too.
And some medicine if you got any!
Don't it make you sick hearing him like that?
Don't you ladies worry none!
Me and Ned will kill them two sons of bitches for you!
Claudia.
Claudia's not here.
Is that you, Ned?
I've seen him, Ned.
I've seen the Angel of Death.
I seen the river, Ned.
He's got snake eyes.
Who's got snake eyes?
The Angel of Death.
Ned, I'm scared of dying.
Easy, partner.
I seen Claudia, too.
That's good you saw Claudia, ain't it?
Her face was all covered with worms.
Ned, I'm scared.
I'm dying.
No, don't tell nobody.
Don't tell my kids...
...none of the things I did. Hear me?
All right.
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 help you kill them cowboys?
I can't spot them myself.
But you could.
That big bastard? You could spot him a half-mile off.
And if I spot him?
Then I ride up close and shoot him.
Just like that?
I'm a damn killer. I done it before.
I'm more of a killer than he is, anyhow.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I thought you was an angel.
You ain't dead.
Some big fellow...
...really kicked the hell out of me.
I must look kind of like you now.
You don't look nothing like me, mister.
No offense meant.
You gotta be the one those cowboys cut up.
My partners, Ned and that Kid...
...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?
Three days.
Are you hungry or...
Three days?
I ought to be.
I thought I was gone.
I wouldn't normally pay no notice to high country like this.
Trees. But I'm sure noticing now.
Thought I was dying for sure.
I brought your hat.
You left it down at Greely's.
Thanks.
That sheriff...
...still looking for me?
Little Bill?
No, he thinks you went south.
Are you really going to 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?
Alice and Silky been giving them free ones.
I see.
Would you like a free one?
I guess not.
I didn't mean with me. I meant...
...Alice and Silky would be happy to give you a free one...
...if you wanted one.
That's all I meant.
I didn't mean I didn't want a free one on account of you being cut up.
What I said the other day about you looking like me, that ain't true.
You ain't ugly like me.
It's just that we both have got scars.
You're a beautiful woman and if I was to want a free one...
...l'd want it with you, I guess, more than them 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 lot of men...
...who weren't.
I suppose.
Is she back in Kansas?
She's watching over my young ones.
Hang on!
Get the damn iron!
Jesus, fella.
Jesus, boys, my leg's broke!
I'm pinned, boys!
Better finish him.
He ain't dead? You didn't get him?
He got the boy's horse.
Better finish him before he gets clear.
Get behind them rocks.
Get over there!
What happened? He ain't killed?
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?
Ain't you gonna shoot?
I ain't very good with one of these.
Keep going, Davey! The rocks!
Get him?
Where is he?
How many more shots do I have?
Ned, goddamn it, how many more shots do I have?
Two.
Go, Davey!
Did you get him?
Here, reload this.
- You missed him. - I got him.
He ain't killed.
Maybe, maybe not.
Got him through the gut, I think.
You think he's gonna die?
You think we killed him?
He shot me.
We killed him...
...I guess.
I'm dying, boys!
Then you shouldn't have cut up no woman, you asshole!
Jesus, I'm so thirsty.
Give me some water, please!
Please, Slim!
I'm bleeding, Slim!
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's sake? We ain't gonna shoot!
- You ain't gonna shoot? - No.
Hold on, Davey-boy!
Here I come now!
Don't you shoot me, you bastards!
Shit!
- They take him water? - Yeah.
Jesus, Johnny! They shot him!
Hold on now!
You murdering bastards! You killed our Davey-boy!
When are we gonna double back?
After a ways.
Not me.
I'm heading on back down to Kansas.
We gotta kill the other one first.
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.
Want the Spencer?
This ain't no time to quit.
- You'll lose your share, Ned. - Shut up!
I'll see you, Will. So long, Kid.
I ain't no good with that damn thing, anyhow.
Me and the Kid'll go over to that ranch and, when we find him, we'll shoot him.
We'll meet up with you, pick up our money, and all head south together.
Suppose he don't go back to the ranch?
He ain't going into town. He won't stay out in the open country.
He'll hole up at that ranch.
I ain't waiting.
I'll look in on your young ones.
Don't pay no attention to what the Kid said about the money.
I'll bring your share.
Kid's full of shit.
Just doing some repairs up here.
They killed one of them cowboys.
Shit.
Parsons said he saw three men, right after sun-up, headed out east.
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...
...because he was looking into the sun.
Amos says to ask if the county's going to pay for 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 gotta take responsibility.
Don't worry. You get out there to the Bar T and make sure that other cowboy...
...stays put and don't expose himself, you hear?
I didn't think they'd really do it.
Think they come clear up from Kansas to fuck us?
But 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 said... - He ain't got no wife.
Not above ground, anyways.
Murdering whores!
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 alive?
Yeah! Bunch of us boys from Bar T went out looking...
...on account of them killed one of our own.
Come across this son of a bitch on a roan heading south.
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.
Get out there. See if you can find out what happened to those other two fellows!
See anything out there, Buck?
Hell, yes! Seen about 200 fellows packing rifles.
Got the place surrounded. Say they want Quick Mike's ass.
I said, "How much?" They says, "About five." I said, "Dollars?"
They said, "Cents."
I said, "Sold."
Well, I ain't worried!
'Cause I got me some protection.
- Tell you where them others is? - Nope.
Given any names?
Didn't tell us nothing but his own name, Ned Roundtree.
Bring him in.
You'll want to tell me and Mr. Beauchamp here...
...all about your two villainous friends.
I'll want the names and whereabouts of those murderous sons of bitches.
Sure is ripe.
Going to get a lot riper.
Think he's still in there?
He's in there.
He's holding on to his shit like it was money.
He's in there.
Tell me right off if you see him.
You ain't gonna shoot him yourself, are you?
You can shoot him.
You, Mr. Quincy and... What was the young fellow's name?
Elroy Tate.
No, that's not what you said.
Hell if it ain't.
No, you said:
"Elroy Quincy out of Medicine Hat and...
"...Henry Tate out of Cheyenne."
Hell if I did.
Go get them whores that fucked these boys the night of the storm.
Strawberry Alice and Silky?
Go on and get them!
Them whores will tell different lies than you.
And when their lies ain't the same as your lies...
I ain't gonna hurt no woman.
But I'm gonna hurt you.
Not gentle like before...
...but bad.
Where you going?
- Out to the shithouse. - Let me finish this hand.
You gonna protect me while I take a dump?
- You'll get bushwhacked. - I'll fart on them.
- I'll go with him. - You can wipe my ass, Thirsty.
Hell with him. The man ain't polite, he ought to get shot.
Is that him?
Yeah, that's him.
Go get him. He's all yours.
Assassins!
Shoot them!
Come on, goddamn it!
- Get him? - Yeah.
Cover me.
- I can't see them! - Just shoot!
Get him!
Was that what it was like in the old days?
Everybody riding out, shooting...
...smoke all over the place, folks yelling, bullets whizzing by?
I guess so.
Shit, I thought they was gonna 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 three times!
Taking a shit, 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.
You know how I said I shot five men?
It weren't true.
That Mexican who come at me with a knife...
...I just busted his leg with a shovel.
I didn't kill him or nothing.
You sure killed the hell out of that fellow today.
Hell, yeah!
I killed the hell out of him, didn't I?
Three shots while he was taking a shit...
Take a drink.
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 gonna have.
I guess they had it coming.
We all have it coming, Kid.
I was watching you. Seeing you weren't followed.
Silky and Faith rode off to the east and two deputies is following them.
Want to help me count this stuff, Kid?
- I trust you. - 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?
He went south. We'll catch up to him.
He's dead.
What do you mean he's dead?
He went south yesterday. He ain't dead.
They killed him. I thought you knew that.
Nobody killed Ned!
He didn't kill anyone, he went south!
Why would anybody kill Ned?
Who killed him?
Little Bill.
The Bar T boys caught him. Little Bill...
...beat him up.
He was making him answer questions and beating him up. 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?
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.
Then Little Bill hurt him so bad, he said who you was.
He said how you was really William Munny out of Missouri.
Little Bill said, "The same William Munny...
"...who dynamited the Rock Island and Pacific in '69, killing women and children?"
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 the U.S. Marshal in '70.
That didn't scare Little Bill, did it?
No, sir.
Give me your Schofield.
What for?
- Give it to me. - Sure.
You keep it.
I'm never gonna use it again.
I won't kill nobody no more.
I ain't like you, Will.
You better ride on back, miss.
Keep all of it. It's yours.
What about the spectacles and 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.
Take this money and give my half...
...and Ned's half to my kids.
Tell them if I ain't back in a week, to give half to Sally Two Trees.
You keep the rest. Get them spectacles.
You're gonna kill Little Bill, ain't you?
You stay clear of folks you see.
Be a lot of them out to hang you.
Get going.
I'm gonna say this just one more time, so don't ask me again!
Those on the posse today got one drink coming from the county budget!
And those who rode yesterday get one drink for that, too.
Hold it!
That's two!
After that, it comes out of your own pocket! Hear me, Skinny?
We'll pull out early in the morning.
We'll chase these fellows clear to Texas, so don't spend too much money.
We're gonna divide up into four parties!
We'll hit all the farms and trails...
...to make a big circle.
We're bound to come across somebody...
...who's seen these skunks.
Who's the fellow who owns this shithole?
You, fat man.
Speak up.
I own this establishment.
I bought it from Greely for $1,000.
You better clear out of there.
Just hold it right there!
Sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch!
You just shot an unarmed man.
He should've armed himself if he's gonna 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 killed just about everything that walked 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.
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!
Misfire! Kill the son of a bitch!
Any man don't want to get killed, better clear on out the back.
I'm shot! I've been shot!
You ain't shot.
I don't have a gun. I am not armed.
Pick up that rifle.
Pick it up.
Shells, too.
You killed Little Bill.
Sure you ain't armed?
I'm not. I don't have a gun.
I've never had a gun. I write. I'm a writer!
A writer?
- Letters and such? - Books.
Books.
I don't believe it, you killed five men. Single-handed.
That's a Spencer rifle, right?
Who'd you kill first?
"When confronted by superior numbers...
"...an experienced gunfighter will fire on the best shot first."
Little Bill told me that. You probably killed him first.
I was lucky in the order.
I've always been lucky when it comes to killing folks.
Who was next? Clyde, right?
You must have killed Clyde, or maybe Deputy Andy...
All I can tell you is who's gonna be last.
I don't deserve this...
...to die like this.
I was building a house.
"Deserve" has got nothing to do with it.
I'll see you in hell, William Munny.
All right, I'm coming out!
Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him!
Any son of a bitch takes a shot at me...
...l'm not only gonna kill him, but his wife...
...and all his friends...
...and burn his damn house down!
Nobody better shoot!
Charley, go ahead. Shoot him!
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.