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William Munny, yeah. |
Same one as shot Charlie Pepper in Lake County? |
You shot Charlie Pepper, didn't you? And you're the one killed William Harbey an' robbed the train over... |
Hold on, mister. Son, this here pig gotta be moved outta this pen, away from them others. Penny, you give yer brother a hand... |
You're Pete Sothow's nephew, huh? Hell, I thought maybe you was someone come to kill me... ...for somethin' I done in the old days. |
I could of... easy. |
Yeah, I guess so. |
Like I was sayin' you don't look like no meaner than hell coldblooded damn killer. |
Maybe I ain't. |
Well, Uncle Pete said you was the goddamndest meanest sonofabitch ever lived an' if I ever wanted a partner for a killin', you was the worst one. Meanin' the best. On account of you're cold as snow an' don't have no weak nerve nor fear. |
He said that, huh? |
I'm a damn killer myself, only I ain't killed so many as you because of my youth. Schofield Kid, they call me. |
Schofield? You from Schofield? |
On account of my Schofield model Smith and Wesson pistol. |
Oh. |
Well, how about it? |
About what? |
Bein' my partner. I'm headin' North up around the Niobrara in Nebraska. Gonna kill a couple of no good cowboys. |
What for? |
For cuttin' up a lady. They cut up her face an' cut her eyes out, cut her ears off an' her tits too. |
Jesus! |
Thousand dollars of reward. Five hundred a piece. |
I ain't like that no more, Kid. Whiskey done it as much as anythin' I guess. I ain't touched a drop in ten years. My wife, she cured me of it... cured me of drink an' wickedness. |
Well... you don't look so prosperous. Hell, you could buy her a new dress out of your half. We could kill them two an' you could buy your wife one of them fancy... |
She's passed on, Kid. |
Huh? |
Been gone near three years now. |
Oh. |
Don't tell nobody about the reward an' all. Don't need no other gunmen tryin' to collect. |
I don't never see nobody anyhow. |
If you was to change your mind, might be you could catch me... due West to the Western Trail an' North to Ogallala. |
Well, we was. Like you said, I changed my mind an'... |
Wasn't nothin' said about no partner. |
Well, now Kid, there's two of these cowboys, ain't that so? Better there's three of us... maybe them cowboys got friends. Maybe... |
I was gonna kill them two by myself. It don't take three. |
Three ways, I figured. |
No. |
Sorry, Ned. Guess I wasted your time. See ya, Kid! |
You're goin' back with him? |
He's my partner. He don't go, I don't. |
What the hell are you pissin' about, I'd like to know? |
Huh? |
Well, what were you lookin' at anyhow? |
Lookin' at? |
Now hold on, boys, hold on. Now, Kid, you kin see fifty yards, can't you? |
Bet your ass I kin see fifty yards an' I kin shoot this sonofabitch... |
Easy, Kid, easy. Now, you hear that, Ned? The Kid can see fifty yards fine, hear? |
Say, Bill. That business in Jackson County... did that really happen? I mean how they say it happened? |
What business? |
An' how there was two deputies up close pointin' rifles at you... had you dead to rights... an' how you pulled out a pistol an' blew them both away to hell... an' only took a scratch yourself. Uncle Pete told me he never seen nothin' like it, shootin' your way out of a scrape like that. |
Well... I don't recollect. |
You don't recollect! |
Get some sleep, Kid. |
You boys are crotchety as a couple of hens. |
Finish him, Ned. |
He ain't dead? You didn't get him? |
He got the boy's horse. |
Did you kill him? |
He's clear of the horse, Ned. Better get him. |
What happened? He ain't dead? What's goin' on? |
If he gets behind them rocks we ain't gonna get him... not without we go down there. |
What rocks? Why don't you shoot? What's goin' on? |
Shit! |
What happened, did you hit him? |
Better reload it. |
You missed him? You didn't...? |
I got him. |
He ain't killed. |
Maybe, maybe not. Got him in the gut, I think. |
They takin' water? |
Yeah. |
When we gonna double back? |
After a ways. |
You're gonna lose your share. If you don't... |
Shut up, Kid. |
It's gonna get riper yet. |
You still think he's in there? |
Yeah, he's in there. |
Well, he's holding on to his shit like it was money. |
He's in there. |
Tell me right off if you see him. |
Yup. |
You... you ain't gonna shoot him yourownself? |
You can shoot him. |
Is it him? |
Yup. |
Did... you... get... him? |
Yeah. |
Cover me, Kid, while I mount. |
I can't see 'em. |
Just SHOOT! |
Yeah, 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? |
Say, Bill... |
Yeah. |
That was... the first one. |
First one what? |
First one I ever killed. |
Yeah? |
How I said I shot five men... it wasn't true. That Mexican... the one that come at me with a knife... I busted his leg with a shovel... I didn't shoot him or nothin'. |
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