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William Munny, yeah.
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Same one as shot Charlie Pepper in Lake County?
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You shot Charlie Pepper, didn't you? And you're the one killed William Harbey an' robbed the train over...
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Hold on, mister. Son, this here pig gotta be moved outta this pen, away from them others. Penny, you give yer brother a hand...
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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.
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I could of... easy.
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Yeah, I guess so.
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Like I was sayin' you don't look like no meaner than hell coldblooded damn killer.
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Maybe I ain't.
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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.
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He said that, huh?
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I'm a damn killer myself, only I ain't killed so many as you because of my youth. Schofield Kid, they call me.
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Schofield? You from Schofield?
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On account of my Schofield model Smith and Wesson pistol.
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Oh.
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Well, how about it?
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About what?
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Bein' my partner. I'm headin' North up around the Niobrara in Nebraska. Gonna kill a couple of no good cowboys.
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What for?
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For cuttin' up a lady. They cut up her face an' cut her eyes out, cut her ears off an' her tits too.
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Jesus!
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Thousand dollars of reward. Five hundred a piece.
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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.
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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...
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She's passed on, Kid.
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Huh?
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Been gone near three years now.
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Oh.
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Don't tell nobody about the reward an' all. Don't need no other gunmen tryin' to collect.
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I don't never see nobody anyhow.
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If you was to change your mind, might be you could catch me... due West to the Western Trail an' North to Ogallala.
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Well, we was. Like you said, I changed my mind an'...
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Wasn't nothin' said about no partner.
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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...
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I was gonna kill them two by myself. It don't take three.
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Three ways, I figured.
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No.
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Sorry, Ned. Guess I wasted your time. See ya, Kid!
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You're goin' back with him?
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He's my partner. He don't go, I don't.
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What the hell are you pissin' about, I'd like to know?
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Huh?
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Well, what were you lookin' at anyhow?
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Lookin' at?
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Now hold on, boys, hold on. Now, Kid, you kin see fifty yards, can't you?
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Bet your ass I kin see fifty yards an' I kin shoot this sonofabitch...
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Easy, Kid, easy. Now, you hear that, Ned? The Kid can see fifty yards fine, hear?
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Say, Bill. That business in Jackson County... did that really happen? I mean how they say it happened?
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What business?
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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.
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Well... I don't recollect.
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You don't recollect!
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Get some sleep, Kid.
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You boys are crotchety as a couple of hens.
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Finish him, Ned.
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He ain't dead? You didn't get him?
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He got the boy's horse.
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Did you kill him?
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He's clear of the horse, Ned. Better get him.
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What happened? He ain't dead? What's goin' on?
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If he gets behind them rocks we ain't gonna get him... not without we go down there.
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What rocks? Why don't you shoot? What's goin' on?
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Shit!
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What happened, did you hit him?
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Better reload it.
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You missed him? You didn't...?
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I got him.
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He ain't killed.
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Maybe, maybe not. Got him in the gut, I think.
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They takin' water?
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Yeah.
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When we gonna double back?
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After a ways.
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You're gonna lose your share. If you don't...
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Shut up, Kid.
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It's gonna get riper yet.
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You still think he's in there?
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Yeah, he's in there.
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Well, he's holding on to his shit like it was money.
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He's in there.
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Tell me right off if you see him.
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Yup.
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You... you ain't gonna shoot him yourownself?
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You can shoot him.
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Is it him?
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Yup.
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Did... you... get... him?
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Yeah.
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Cover me, Kid, while I mount.
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I can't see 'em.
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Just SHOOT!
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Yeah, I guess so.
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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?
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Say, Bill...
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Yeah.
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That was... the first one.
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First one what?
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First one I ever killed.
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Yeah?
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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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