(jaunty music)
(music intensifies)
(sailor shouts)
(background chatter)
(sailors shout over each other)
[Sailor] Watch yourselves, watch out there!
Hello, hello, either hurry up or let the man pass.
Partner, these people have come a long way, too,
so I know you won't mind them going ahead.
Ma'am?
Watch your step, ma'am.
Excuse me.
I'm next.
Old people should go last or get the hell out of the way!
I'm so sorry, Mr. Quigley.
We seem to be holding that man up.
No, ma'am, I just spoke to him,
and he ain't in that big a hurry after all.
Where are you from, mate?
Wyoming.
That near Sydney?
A bit further north.
Hey, I can tell you're a bloke who's looking for somebody.
No?
- Some thing! - I could use a good horse.
Oh, it's a gentleman from the land of the free,
and the home of the brave!
A drink, sir?
A place to rest your bones?
A woman, perhaps?
(woman grunts) (men laugh and shout)
(man yells)
(woman screams)
(man groans)
He's asking for bloody trouble mixing in with this lot.
I don't reckon the lady's all that anxious
to get in your wagon, mister.
Roy?
Oh, Roy, it's you!
Uh, I'm not Roy, lady.
Every time there's a ship from America,
I come down here looking for you.
Thank God you've come for me!
I'm sorry, Roy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything.
Does Crazy Cora belong to you?
Didn't say that, I said she don't wanna get in your wagon.
Well, the boss says we can take some white tarts
back to the station, 'cause we're sick of black ladies.
So you just tell Cora to come real quiet,
and we'll feed her regular and everything.
Please take me home, Roy.
Bugger off, mate.
Excuse me.
I'm new here, so I ain't rightly certain.
Is everybody in this country as butt ugly as you three?
(thuds) (crowd gasps)
[Man] Give him another one!
[Man] Don't let the buggers get behind you, mate!
[Man] Back for more, he is?
Look out, Roy!
(thud) (crowd gasps)
Sorry, Roy!
(upbeat music)
Come on, come on!
(thud) (crowd gasps)
You stay out of this!
- I'm sorry, Roy. - My name ain't Roy!
It's Matthew Quigley.
You?
Then you're the fella Marston sent us to bring back.
[Cora] We sure showed 'em, didn't we, Roy?
(chuckles) (peaceful music)
You got somethin' against ridin' horses in this country?
We ride them when it suits us.
Bullocks eat and drink rougher.
You can put your saddle on one of them, if you like.
(man laughs)
Riding in the back of the wagon with the women.
Should've known to bring my own horse.
(Cora giggles)
I wasn't talking to you.
Don't worry, Roy, everything's gonna turn out just fine!
(man laughs)
(cloth tears)
- What the hell are you doing? - I'm gonna bandage your head.
- Oh, no, you're not. - But it must hurt real bad!
- I wanna help it get better! - Quit, lady, quit!
You've helped me enough already.
I'm much obliged.
I don't know why you're being
such a big baby about this, Roy.
Just hold still!
Quit!
Now who the hell is this Roy, anyway?
Hey, do you need a hand with Crazy Cora?
(group laughs)
Here.
[Cora] Thank you.
Now look, lady, I don't know no Roy.
So you just leave me alone.
Go on.
(grunts)
Yoo-hoo.
Goodnight, Roy.
Goodnight, lady.
(peaceful music)
What the bloody hell is it?
Redcoats.
Mr. Ashley-Bloody-Pitt and his heroes.
Friends of yours?
The British.
Get that bloody thing away from my team!
Why are you taking the body back?
We've got orders to bring in all suspected cattle thieves.
The bugger's dead.
The trial will not be lengthy.
Carry on, sergeant.
We're looking for two deserters.
- Can't say I blame 'em. - Have you seen 'em?
Nope.
New distractions, eh?
Who's this chap on the back here?
That's the Yank Marston's brought out.
Oh, Yank, eh?
Come to do for Marston what these bog-Irish
convicts obviously can't?
Well, you just do your job and stay out of trouble.
In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits
who've been run out of their own barbaric country.
Well, lieutenant–
Major.
Major, we already run the misfits out of our country.
We sent 'em back to England.
(Australians chuckle)
(jaunty marching band music)
(upbeat music)
[Cora] What are they, koala bears?
- Kangaroos, I reckon. - (Cora chuckles)
Well, whatever they are, Roy,
nature sure played an awful trick on 'em.
I am fed up with you.
And I am fed up with Roy, whoever he is.
My name is Matthew.
Well, pardon the hell outta me.
I can't believe you would talk to me like that, Roy.
I oughta wash your mouth out with soap if I had some.
Lady, you are about half a bubble off the plumb,
and that's for sure and for certain.
Just because the road is rocky,
doesn't mean your spirits should get rocky, too.
When do we get to Marston's ranch?
We've been on his bloody land for the last two days.
(music intensifies)
(distant clacks) (distant chanting)
(distant bird squawks) (suspenseful music)
Things seem different here.
They say God made Australia last, don't you know?
After he got tired of making everything else the same.
Well, I've seen some pretty country, that's for certain.
What are you doing so far from home?
There hasn't been anyone else but you.
You know that, don't you?
You can take me if you want to, Roy.
God Almighty, lady.
Go to sleep.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Woo-hoo!
(cows moo)
(suspenseful music)
Wait till you see what we've got for you, O'Flynn.
Matthew Quigley.
Elliott Marston, welcome to Australia.
Well, sir, your men already welcomed me.
(men chuckle)
Coogan, Mr. Quigley's luggage.
Take it to the lodge.
Mr. Marston, you said you'd pay me 50 dollars in gold coin
- just for showing up. - You don't waste much time.
I spent three months on a boat just gettin' here.
You intrigued me, Mr. Quigley.
21 men answered my advertisement, from all over the world.
Canada, India, England.
They just wrote letters.
But you...
Had a way with words.
My advertisement stated that I wanted to hire
the finest long-distance marksman in the world.
Have I?
Ah-hah.
The legendary Sharp.
You know your weapons, it's a lever-action breech loader.
Usual barrel length's 30 inches, this one has an extra four.
It's converted to use a special .45-caliber, 110-grain
metal cartridge with a 540-grain paper-patched bullet.
It's fitted with double set triggers and a vernier sight.
It's marked up to 1,200 yards.
This one shoots a mite further.
An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition.
You could call it that.
Let's experiment.
Whitey, take that bucket and ride out until I signal.
Tell me when you want him to stop.
Your man able to hit something that far away?
I don't know him, I never saw him before.
(background chatter)
He'd have to be a good shot all right.
'Bout there'll do.
(gun fires) (men chuckle)
Bullshit.
(suspenseful music)
(weather vane squeaks)
(rooster crows)
Are you quite certain, Mr. Quigley,
that you wouldn't like the bucket a bit closer?
(gun fires)
Oh, Jesus Christ!
(men chuckle and chatter)
Quite certain.
(gun fires)
[Man] He is the greatest crack shot I ever–
(gun fires)
Told you.
Only my Roy could hit a coyote from that distance.
(Quigley blows)
Very impressive.
You're hired.
Would you excuse me for a minute?
There's some business I have to attend to.
You might find this interesting.
Nice shootin', Roy.
Mr. Marston?
I think there's been a mistake.
The one they call Crazy Cora.
I'd appreciate it if your men would leave her alone
until you and I have a chance to talk.
Whatever you want.
You are deserters from Her Majesty's armed forces.
The penalty for your crime is death.
Plus, you were caught on my land.
I could have you shot for trespassing.
Look, you let us stay here, guv'nor,
we'll serve you proper.
Better than this convict scum you've got.
Well, unfortunately, your commanding officer,
Major Ashley-Pitt and I have an understanding,
and so, I'm afraid, you'll be sent back
to face the firing party.
But I see no reason why you should be
trussed up like animals.
Mr. Dobkin.
(suspenseful music)
(gun fires) (Prisoners groan)
This is my preferred weapon, Mr. Quigley.
Do join me for dinner.
Well, you've gotta admit,
the Yank's a damn good shot with a long rifle.
Oh, sure, but you give me a weapon like that,
and I could beat him with my eyes shut.
Easy to say, O'Flynn, you've got a lot to learn.
I've got a lot to learn, well, look at you, then, Dobkin.
You've been here 12 years, and all you've got to show for it
is cold mutton.
He's in getting a fancy dinner.
Hm?
You were actually in Dodge City?
William Hickok must have been there.
Oh, spent a night there once, I was pretty tired.
Dodge City's a nice place to get some sleep.
Oh.
Are you familiar with the army revolver, Mr. Quigley?
Well, sir, I never had much use for one.
It's a recent invention of your countryman, Colonel Colt.
God created all men, they say Sam Colt made 'em equal.
More or less. (Marston chuckles)
You see, that's what I like about you Americans.
You're people of action, not words.
That mint jelly on your lamb.
It's my own creation.
No, I'm a student of your American West.
I've read a great deal about it.
Tell me about dingoes.
10 pounds a month, shooting wild dogs,
seems like a whole lot for not much.
Besides, you've got enough men and guns outside
to kill every dingo within 10 miles of here.
Unless you're talking about deserters.
Did you know that your American Indian
is a race that has no word for wheel?
No concept of farming, no understanding of land ownership.
- Is that a fact? - Hm.
But from what I hear, you found a solution
to that problem in your country.
I guess that depends on whether you're an Indian or not.
You see, in many ways, our two nations are quite similar.
We both brought civilization to the Stone Age.
(spits)
Unfortunately, in this country we have failed in one regard.
We have been unable to domesticate
the most backward people in the world.
The Australian Aborigine.
Don't mind him, he's harmless.
(distant chanting) (wind blows)
My parents were slaughtered by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley.
They attacked so fast,
my mother was found dead still holding her sewing.
Nowadays they butcher our sheep and cattle.
Her Majesty's government allows the local settlers
to deal with the matter their own way.
It's official policy, it's called "pacification by force."
But the real issue,
is that, primitive as they are,
the Aborigines have learned to keep out of rifle range.
Which brings us to you, Mr. Quigley.
(glass smashes)
What the hell?
No, stay right where you are!
No man knocks me out of my own house.
(thud)
Well, don't just stand there, get him!
Has he got the rifle with him?
He keeps it right beside him.
I said, get him!
(suspenseful music)
He's just sitting in there with that big gun.
(table crashes) (glass shatters)
Keep down.
Kelly, up there.
Carver, take the side.
Brophy, around the back.
(thud)
(men shout over each other)
Fancy American shooter!
Eating real fancy, eh?
(thuds) (grunts)
[Man] Go on, kick him in the back!
Give it to him in the back, go on, go on, that's it!
Leave Roy alone!
- Get her off me! - (men laugh)
(grunts)
(thud) (men laugh)
Throw him in the wagon, haul him two days from here,
and dump him.
Let Australia kill him.
And that crazy woman, too.
(Cora groans)
You forgot the gold.
What did he say?
You forgot the gold.
Marston.
(chuckles)
Well, he paid him in gold!
Bastard.
He's right.
(suspenseful music)
Leave us some water and you can have the gold.
I can have the gold anyway.
That's what I thought you'd say.
(thud) (groans)
Yah!
(rousing orchestral music)
Yah!
Go on, yah!
Yah, yah!
(gun fires)
(Cora groans)
I wish people would quit hitting me on the head.
Don't worry, on a new job,
it's quite common for things not to go well at first.
(Quigley chuckles)
(Quigley and Cora laugh)
We should...
[Quigley] What?
I remember once, my granddaddy told me about how,
when you're lost in the desert,
you should sleep during the day and walk at night.
Your granddaddy tell you that?
He also tell you we'll die in the desert
without those horses?
Well, what good are horses if we die first?
Once in a while, she actually makes a little sense.
What did you say, Roy?
Never mind.
(peaceful music)
(dingoes howl)
(dark orchestral music)
(fly buzzes)
(grunts)
(dingoes howl)
(dogs bark)
[Marston] Good morning, Major.
Marston.
What can I get for you, some refreshment?
That's very kind, sir.
I'd be obliged if you would identify for me two dead bodies.
Two men absconded, but I imagine this is a couple
of newcomers who wandered off together, recently.
A man and a woman?
No.
Two men.
One has been stabbed and one shot through the head.
[Henchman] Coogan and Miller.
Well, it would appear that the man and the woman
are still missing.
Yes, it would, wouldn't it?
Oh, don't worry, Major.
I have no doubt I'll find them.
(Aborigines chant)
(suspenseful music) (Aborigines chant)
(sticks clack)
(Aborigines chant)
(sticks clack)
(Aborigines chant)
(didgeridoo hums) (Aborigines chant)
(slap)
(thud)
Hey, lady.
You Okay?
[Cora] Think so.
(Quigley sighs)
What are they gonna do to us?
I reckon they already done it.
They gave us water.
But that don't make sense.
They let me keep it when every white man with a rifle's
trying to kill 'em.
- Except you. - Well, they don't know that.
Don't they?
Something tells me you and I were on the shady side of dead.
This is a special place.
Bet they used magic on us.
That old man over there, looks like he's some kind of
chief or medicine man, or something.
What's this?
There.
More than likely something that came out of the south end
of a northbound kangaroo.
- You mean kangaroo shit? - (Quigley chuckles)
Very kind.
Do you think they're safe to eat?
You got a better idea?
Much obliged.
(Aborigines giggle)
Go on.
I don't eat things that are still moving.
Gonna shoot it first?
Mm.
(Aborigines giggle)
(chatter in foreign language) (peaceful music)
Yo?
Yo!
(chatter in foreign language)
Now, after you cut this strip out of this
big piece of kangaroo...
There we go, take...
(chatter in foreign language)
(woman speaks foreign language)
Here.
(woman speaks foreign language)
(chatter in foreign language)
Swing your arm, just roll your wrist.
You gotta keep that loop open, see that?
See how that loop stays open?
Then you look at what you're throwing at.
Swing the rope and throw right at it.
(Aborigines laugh)
Then you just pull him in.
(sticks clack) (Aborigines chant)
(Cora laughs)
Goodnight.
You just wait till you try this.
But you gotta guess what it is.
That little girl is so darling.
[Quigley] She sure is.
Not as darling as Roy Junior.
Oh, God Almighty, lady, not another Roy.
(sighs) Well, I don't know about you,
but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.
Roy was hunting sage hens when the Comanches came.
I grabbed the baby and a pistol, then I
hid in the root cellar out back.
The Indians tore up our sod house.
I was real quiet, but then the baby started crying.
I tried to shush him and suckle him, but,
he just wouldn't stop.
One Comanche, I remember,
he acted real drunk and wore my green apron.
He must have heard something,
and started hollering and coming closer.
So I put my hand gentle-like over my baby's mouth.
"Don't cry, Daddy'll be home soon."
The Indians found us, but they just laughed.
They was drunk, didn't wanna hurt anybody, and rode away.
At sundown, Roy came home, but,
I was still afraid to come out of the cellar.
I was afraid of what he'd do when he saw I
smothered our son.
I oughta find some way to mend this petticoat.
Look at that.
(melancholic orchestral music)
Roy...
He just buried the baby, put me in the wagon,
and we went 70 miles to Galveston without stopping.
He never said a word.
Put me on the first ship he found.
It was headed to Australia.
Then he said,
"Don't want no woman that would
"kill my son to save herself."
And he turned and he walked away, and he never looked back.
I know, 'cause I watched to see if he would.
This thing is just falling apart.
It's just...
I'm tired.
(peaceful orchestral music)
Don't exactly talk your ear off saying goodbye, do they?
The Johnsons were always like that.
What?
Remember the church social last year?
They ate everybody's jams and pies,
and left without saying a word.
Well, it's our own fault for inviting 'em again this year.
Why would they do that?
(dramatic orchestral music)
[Quigley] That's why.
(lively chatter in foreign language)
Oh, no.
No!
Stay back!
(henchman whistles)
(Cora grunts)
(shouting in foreign language)
No!
(guns fire)
(henchman groans)
- Over there! - (chatter in foreign language)
(henchman screams)
(gun fires)
(henchman groans)
[Cora] No!
Shit.
[Cora] No!
No!
(gun fires)
(henchman groans)
(moody orchestral music)
Of all the damn fool things I ever did see.
You trying to get your head blown off?
Anyone who believes in magic is crazy.
(sighs) Don't be running off like that.
I could have used some help up there, you know.
Well, I got my rig back.
But no saddlebags, which means I can't make my reload.
We got one horse and two canteens.
And a rider got away.
Which means Marston'll know where we are.
Yeah, and we don't.
I'm cold.
Well, you got the blanket.
Maybe we could share it tonight.
There's something I wanna talk to you about.
If we do, there'll be something I wanna talk to you about.
(peaceful orchestral music)
When summer comes,
let's drag up some wood for a real cabin.
'Cause, Roy, sod walls–
Matthew.
(sighs)
Matthew Quigley.
I ain't sharing my bed till I'm certain
you know who's in it.
Now say it.
If we had a wood cabin, we could get glass windows.
(Quigley sighs)
We'll see.
The sea's gotta be west, and,
that's how we're headed, but you sure wouldn't know it.
Ow!
Hell!
Do you see that?
I sure did.
Biggest ant I ever did see.
What's my name today?
Matthew Quigley, same as any other day.
How's about you and me taking off all our clothes,
and going swimming?
What are you, crazy?
There ain't no water.
Why, shame on you!
Well, you...
- What about last night, you– - I what?
Oh, never mind.
(gun fires)
Well, how's that, then, Mr. Marston?
Pretty good, O'Flynn, you've improved.
Wear your holster a bit higher,
and then grab your gun on the way up.
- But I'm faster, aren't I? - Yeah.
Think I'll ever get to be as fast as you?
What, you mean if you practiced a lot?
Yeah.
(henchmen laugh)
Not again.
Where are the others?
Dead.
All dead.
Quigley, he was everywhere.
Four more!
I don't believe this.
Did you see him?
- It was too far away. - How far?
Three quarters of a mile, maybe.
That's impossible.
How long from the time the bullet struck
until you heard the report of the rifle?
Two, maybe three seconds.
Matthew Quigley is really beginning to annoy me.
Dobkin, how many men can we send out there?
These and two others.
Six men are still on a hunting party.
All right.
There's 50 pounds, in gold,
to the man who brings Quigley in.
So, keep practicing.
[Cora] You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.
We're lost.
I can take bad news, just tell me straight.
I don't know where the hell we are.
No sense taking time to make it sound better than it is.
I reckon we're going in circles.
You flower things up, I'll see right through it.
So just tell me, honestly, are we lost?
Nope, I know exactly where we are.
That's good, 'cause, frankly,
I was getting a little worried.
Don't know where we're going,
but there's no use being late.
(distant guns fire)
Yah!
(Aborigines scream and yell) (guns fire)
(child cries) (guns fire)
(distant whip cracks)
(Aborigines scream)
(whips crack) (Aborigines scream and yell)
(bullet ricochets)
(gun fires)
(bullet ricochets)
(distant gun fires)
(gun fires)
(Aborigines scream)
(gun fires) (horse neighs)
Get the bloody hell outta here, quick!
Come on, hurry up!
(gun fires)
(groans)
(rifle cocks)
(Cora sobs)
(somber orchestral music)
(groans)
My back's broke.
You got shot, Hobb, there ain't nothing I can do for you.
[Hobb] You can kill me.
Where's Marston's station from here?
How far's the nearest town?
Why should I tell you?
'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live.
You know, I'm new here, so I'm kinda curious.
Do you think the dingoes will get you first, or the ants?
(pants) Quigley!
Don't leave me like this!
Quigley!
Marston's station's two days' ride southwest!
Meekathanga's only 20 miles past the billabong!
Talk straight, God damn it!
Or I'll get the ants myself.
It's a town, a day's ride past the dry riverbed.
That way.
(groans and pants)
Now finish me!
You got one shot left in that shooter.
Make the most of it.
(suspenseful music)
(gun fires) (Cora gasps)
(child cries)
- All right, all right. - (child cries)
Sweet thing.
You're the sweetest little thing.
Sweet little thing.
(Quigley sighs)
I reckon now that we should keep moving,
until we find some help.
I reckon we should stop for the night.
The baby's hurt, he's weak, he needs some shelter.
The kid's probably tougher than we are.
That little fella was eatin' like his bellybutton
had been rubbing a blister on his backbone.
Yeah, he was eating, but he needs some milk.
Well, I don't recall seeing a whole lot
of milking cows around here.
There should be a town to the southwest, but...
(sighs)
I reckon we could make it in a hard day's ride.
We can't make it, he should stay here with me.
You can make the ride faster without us.
[Quigley] Well...
(dingo howls)
Just leave me the extra rifle and pistol.
You know how to use a shooter?
I am a native-born Texican.
Well, there's enough water for two days,
if I ain't here drinking it.
What do you think?
(Cora laughs)
What?
What's the matter?
You.
You're the only man on this continent
that would ask me what I think.
- That oughta do ya. - Thanks for the lizards.
Now, you've checked the guns three times.
There's food and water, we're fine.
Get going.
If you run into any of his own people,
you'll give 'em Little Bit, won't you?
You gotta promise me.
Sure could use something else to wear.
He'd be better off with them, you know that, don't you?
If you see any dresses that aren't too costly,
red's my favorite color.
Red or even pink, but red's my favorite.
I should be back in two days, if I ain't back in three–
You'll be back!
You bet.
(suspenseful music)
(rousing orchestral music)
(distant fiddle music)
Highly unusual calibration, Mr. Quigley.
This will take some time to duplicate.
No, sir, it won't.
You can substitute a 450, number two British musket lead.
Marston ain't gonna wait.
Marston?
He's a murderer.
He mixes flour with poison to kill the Aborigines.
Yes, this is a cruel, uncivilized–
Papa, let the man eat.
He's got a long ride ahead of him tonight.
I was able to find some condensed milk for the baby,
and some tins of beef for you and your woman.
Well, ma'am, she ain't exactly my woman.
Ah, Klaus, come over here.
Mr. Quigley, I would like you to meet my son.
Pleased to meet you.
I know who you are, you're the American.
The one who's been helping the Aborigines.
Is that the rifle I've been hearing about?
You can take a look at it, if you'd like, son.
- It's so heavy. - Well, you get used to it.
Son, I hid my horse in the gully out back.
I'd be much obliged if you'd bring it up for me?
Yes, sir.
Klaus, after you get Mr. Quigley's horse,
- saddle up ours as well. - Yes, Papa.
He didn't get all that from a Wanted poster.
Everyone knows about you.
The Aborigines who come to town to trade with us,
talk about the "spirit warrior."
Well, I've been called a lot of things, ma'am.
Never that.
(chuckles) Yeah.
(man belches)
- Get the others. - (muffled moans)
Young fella, where'd you get this saddle, eh?
(peaceful music) (Cora hums melodically)
(child cries)
Shh!
Don't cry.
Daddy'll be home soon.
(sighs)
(child cries)
(dingoes snarl)
(dingoes pant)
(dingoes snarl) (suspenseful music)
- (child cries wildly) - Shh, shh, don't cry!
Hush, baby, hush, baby.
Hush, baby.
Shh, Shh, shh.
Shh.
- Daddy'll be home soon, shh. - (child cries)
(dingoes snarl)
Daddy'll be home soon, Daddy'll be home soon.
Daddy'll be home soon, Daddy'll be home soon, shh, shh.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Daddy'll be home soon, Daddy'll be home soon.
- Daddy'll be home. - (child cries)
(dark orchestral music) (sighs)
No, you cry, you wanna cry?
You cry if you want to.
- Go on, darling, cry! - (rousing orchestral music)
Hell!
Let's both make some noise!
♪ Yes, we will gather at the river ♪
♪ The beautiful, beautiful river ♪
(gun fires) (child cries)
♪ Yes, we will gather at the river ♪
(dingoes snarl)
(gun fires) (dingoes whimper)
- Get! - (gun fires)
Do you see that?
I got the one wearing my green apron!
Run, you damn cowards!
Get your yellow butts outta here!
(dingoes snarl and growl)
Six.
This is gonna be hot after this.
One.
Two.
(child cries) (dingo snarls)
By the time you return with the woman and the baby,
I will have your cartridges ready.
Until then.
Much obliged, but, never had much use for one.
I know I can't repay you for what you've done, but–
- Oh, no, please. - No, you take it.
It's Marston's.
In that case...
Are you certain you won't stay the night?
You need the rest.
No, ma'am.
Klaus should be here with the horses by now.
- I'd best be getting back. - (suspenseful music)
- Get back inside. - But–
Now!
(gun fires) (wife screams)
- Get him! - No!
(guns fire) (dramatic music)
Around the front! Oliver, with me!
Check the lane.
(gun fires)
(thuds) (henchman grunts)
- What the hell is going on? - He's out the front!
(glass smashes)
(gun fires)
(suspenseful music) (fire crackles)
We got him, watch the windows!
- Upstairs! - (guns fire)
Get 'round the back.
(guns fire) (glass smashes)
(townsfolk scream and yelp) (henchmen shout)
(fire roars and crackles)
(Quigley coughs)
(glass smashes)
(Quigley grunts) (distant shouts and yells)
(townsfolk talk over each other)
(henchman groans)
(jaunty music) (Quigley chuckles)
[Quigley] Aw, shit.
He's done for, the bloody place is falling apart.
Quigley! Hey, get 'round here, get up!
(guns fire)
Nobody could live through that.
(suspenseful music) (fire crackles)
(Quigley grunts) (playful music)
Did you see where he went?
[Henchman] It's pitch black there.
He couldn't have made it far.
[Henchman] Why not?
- Go down and have a look. - No, no, you go.
- I'll stay here. - I'll cover you, go.
Excuse me.
(guns fire) (lively music)
I give up, Quigley!
Hey, don't shoot!
There.
See? Look.
Nothing.
You might wanna try your luck with that belly gun.
Then again, you might not.
(gun fires) (henchman groans)
That's what I figured.
Mama.
Mama!
- (sobs) - Klaus, my son.
She's gone.
(melancholic music) (fire crackles)
[Klaus] Mama. (sobs)
Why?
(Klaus sobs)
(Sobs)
(horse approaches)
(dramatic music) (horse neighs)
(henchman screams and pants)
(Quigley grunts) (henchman pants)
Now, you take a good look.
Even if you kill me, Marston'll catch ya.
He's coming for ya.
I ain't gonna kill ya.
'Cause you're gonna go tell Marston I'm coming after him.
Now, get!
Get here, get here quick!
Don't bother to knock, will you?
Quigley's coming!
He's killed two for sure, Paddy and Oliver.
Quigley said to tell you he's coming for you.
He'll get us all, I know he will.
Oh, shut up.
One man, and he's beaten all of you.
Brophy, you and Mitchell ride with me as far as the gap.
Dobkin, get every available man, I'll find Ashley-Pitt.
Yes, sir.
And get him out of here, he's bleeding all over the rug!
(somber orchestral music)
(flies buzz)
(rifle cocks)
Lady?
- You okay? - (Cora gasps)
No, no, it's all right.
What happened?
Oh.
Oh, the Comanches came.
But Little Bitty's just fine.
I killed the Comanches, and he's just,
he's just fine, honey.
(chuckles)
You're quite a woman, Cora.
You get any sage hens?
I got the next best thing.
(Cora chuckles)
They didn't have a red one.
Oh! (chuckles)
Oh!
No matter.
Is it pretty?
Looks good on me.
(Cora laughs)
[Cora] I missed you.
You did?
Who'd you miss?
You.
Me?
Not that other fella?
You!
I don't want you to go.
You sure look pretty in that new blue dress.
If you go after Marston, he'll kill you.
Kid, the next time she talks like that,
pee all over the dress.
(melancholic music)
You have every right to your happiness, Cora.
(chatter in foreign language)
(sighs)
(child cries) (melancholic music)
(Aborigine speaks foreign language)
(Cora sighs)
(music swells)
(moody orchestral music)
I don't suppose I can convince you?
No, sir.
I will see to it that she gets out of here safely.
Thank you.
(peaceful orchestral music)
You know something, lady?
I ain't figured you out yet.
Good.
Crazy people are blessed that way, don't you know?
I'll never see you again, will I?
You sure look pretty in the morning sun.
(rousing orchestral music)
Bye.
Everything ready?
There are two men at the front and one at the back.
Scotty's riding up to patrol to the ridge.
Mr. Marston, the men were wondering
if the man who kills Quigley,
will be paid 200 pounds in gold.
The reward you posted.
Who asked you about it?
[Henchman] Cavanagh.
Have Cavanagh guard the front porch.
Tell him to wear my coat and hat.
(distant gun fires)
Marston, he's around the back.
- What the hell is he doing? - (distant gun fires)
Emptying his revolver.
He wants it freshly loaded for the night.
(distant gun fires)
Do you think he's losing his cabbage?
(distant gun fires)
(gun fires) (distant gun fires)
(horse neighs) (dogs bark)
Maybe Scotty's got Quigley.
(horse gallops)
(suspenseful music)
(gun fires)
(moody orchestral music)
(horse neighs)
"Anyone can leave safely before dawn except Marston.
"Most cordially, Matthew Quigley."
He must think I'm stupid, this just means he's gonna try
and spring something on us during the night.
All right!
Nobody sleeps.
Give me that.
(dog barks)
(O'Flynn imitates gunfire)
(water splashes)
Stay awake!
Marston!
Mr. Marston!
They're gone.
What?
Three men ran off last night.
Giniven, Kelly–
Why the hell didn't you stop them?
(bullet whooshes) (henchmen groan)
(distant gun fires)
Where is he?
[Henchman] It's gotta be way up there, near the cutting.
So much for Cavanagh's reward, that bastard's been sitting
up in the rocks all morning, just waiting for two idiots
to line up in his sights.
All right.
We'll do the last thing Quigley expects.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Come on.
Yah!
He's cleared out.
Let's get back to the station.
Get up there.
(horse neighs)
(henchman screams) (horse neighs)
(rope snaps)
(henchmen scream)
(moody orchestral music)
(gun fires)
(henchman grunts)
I'm hurt, Quigley, I'll do you no harm.
You throw that hog-leg away, easy.
(gun fires) (henchman groans)
(rifle cocks) (suspenseful music)
On your feet.
(gun fires) (bullet ricochets)
(gun fires) (bullets ricochets)
(rifle fires)
(gun fires) (bullet ricochets)
(gun fires) (rifle fires)
Jesus!
(gun fires)
(Quigley sighs)
Brophy, get 'round to the side there.
Make it harder for him, I'll cover you.
This rock's covering me fine.
Move, you gutless bloody wonder.
(gun fires) (suspenseful music)
(rifle fires)
(gun fires)
Close in on him!
(rifle cocks)
(rifle fires)
(rocks rumble)
Brophy!
(Brophy screams)
(moody orchestral music)
(rifle fires)
I can bounce the next one clean through ya.
How brave are ya?
I'm coming out!
Well, that ain't real brave, but it is smart.
(distant gun fires) (groans)
(henchman laughs)
(thud) (groans)
I got him!
I got Quigley!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Quigley grunts)
Got a gift for you, Mr. Marston, Quigley, alive.
- Well, half alive. - Good work, you two.
(Quigley grunts)
Well, well, well.
Mr. Quigley.
Good of you to drop in again.
What?
Nothing clever to say?
The great Quigley.
So, this is what you were all afraid of.
Bring him over here and stand him up.
(Quigley grunts)
[O'Flynn] Stand up!
Cut him loose.
Now put his rifle...
On the ground, in front of him.
No!
Throw it away.
O'Flynn, go and get my second revolver.
I know how much you'd like to have your rifle with you,
at this moment, Mr. Quigley, but I think you'll find
that I've got a much better idea.
Stick it in his belt.
Go on!
I seem to remember you're not too familiar
with Colonel Colt's revolver, so,
this will be your first lesson.
Don't worry, Mr. Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn
will ensure that it's a fair contest.
I'll just back up a few paces.
And to your left a bit.
That's it.
Now you're right in front of my old pistol target.
Some men are born in the wrong century.
I think I was born on the wrong continent.
(chuckles)
Oh, by the way, you're fired.
This ain't Dodge City.
And you ain't Bill Hickok.
(gun fires rapidly)
(moody orchestral music)
I said I never had much use for one.
Never said I didn't know how to use it.
(Marston chuckles)
(footsteps approach)
(peaceful music)
(music swells)
(peaceful music) (Quigley groans)
(upbeat marching band music)
(suspenseful music)
Somewhat the worse for wear.
This appears to be Quigley.
I think you have a lot to explain, sir.
Not that it will do you any good.
Sergeant.
In pursuance of a warrant,
duly attested by a justice of the peace,
you are hereby charged with numerous
and serious crimes, including murder–
In short, this paperwork says...
That we can hang you.
I ain't gonna swing on no gallows.
Well...
You can always be shot.
(guns cock)
On the way to your trial.
While trying to escape, of course.
Or you can die right here,
bearing arms against the army of Her Majesty the Queen.
Well, the decision...
(distant chanting)
(strong wind blows)
(suspenseful music)
(distant didgeridoo hums) (distant chanting)
(clears throat)
(distant chanting)
(wind whistles)
(Quigley grunts)
(background chatter)
When's the next boat leaving?
For Europe or the Americas?
America.
Let's see here.
I've got one leaving this afternoon for San Francisco.
(suspenseful music)
Your name, sir?
(melancholic music)
Name?
Roy.
Roy Cobb.
How many?
Two.
(playful orchestral music)
I got something I wanna say to you.
Well, I got a couple of things I wanna say to you, too.
Remember, once, you told me before you'd make love to me,
I had to say two words?
What's that?
Matthew Quigley.
(jaunty orchestral music)
(rousing orchestral music)