Cassidy Red (2017) - full transcript

Long day?

Long life.

What's your name?

Susannah.

Ooh! Lovely.

What's you real name, Sugar?

I don't even tell my
customers that.

Why should I tell you?

Don't tell me, then.

Quinn, I suppose.

Even lovelier.



What do they call you?

Can't remember.

Make it Cricket.

Yeah, them boys outta Texas
know a lot more about cowhide

than they do about a woman's.

Where you from, Q?

It doesn't matter.

It's my gift to you.

Obliged.

New Orleans.

Amarillo, El Paso, Tombstone.

You may have seen more of
these territories than I have.

Well, they can keep them territories.

Got any smoke on ya?



Ain't proper for a young gal
like yourself

to be poisoning your..
Either you give it to me

or I start scratching around
on the floorboards

for a soggy little stub.

Obliged.

My playin' may be poor, but I'm
not entirely sure that's necessary.

Found it under my bed.

I suppose a little friend in
your garter could be a blessing.

Don't play that.
Oh, I like this tune.

Well, I don't. Stop playing it.
I gotta play something.

You looking to play it with a harp?
I think I told you to stop.

I ain't them boys, Miss Q.

I ain't never even been to Texas.

Do you suppose a gun this small

would be enough to put me down?

You think it'd kill me outright,

or would I have to bleed to death?

So much tawdriness comin'
from such a lovely place.

This is how you like your women,
piano man?

Everything looks much lovelier
when the sun comes up.

Or at least less ugly.

This territory can be punishing.

But you strike me as
especially stubborn.

Survivors are stubborn.

I knew a survivor like you once.

She was the meanest, stubbornest,

most savagely beautiful,
hellfire-and-brimstone,

spittin' she-devil to ever
spread hateful blood

on the same boards you're
standing now.

You offerin' me a bedtime story?

Thought you had a date with
a Derringer.

Some years ago

when the brass on that bar
wasn't quite so tarnished

and the flies in them whiskey bottles

still had..
Wait.

You told this story before.
I reckon' I have.

And that's the way you start it?

That's the way it starts.

Ain't you gonna give it a name?

Any good story's gotta have a name.

The Tale of Cassidy Red:

A ballad of love and hate.

Can I get something for ya?

You had me worried you
weren't gonna

make it tonight, handsome.

What's a girl gotta do to get
you alone?

Sounds fun.

What do you say we go upstairs

and get a little cozier?

What the hell are you
thinking calling me that?

Why don't you just use my real
name while you're at it?

Well, maybe I should have
just called you Ginger?

Did you even bother reading
my letter?

I gave you specific
instructions, Rowena.

I thought you wanted to be invisible.

Invisible like water, not molasses.

Well, they don't serve either
in this place.

He's gonna be here any minute.

He's not coming in here until
I says so.

What did you tell him?
Don't you worry.

I told him exactly what he
needed to hear.

And he'll definitely be here?

What did I say?

I need a brush.

Give me the belt.

You have to be joking.

Where are you gonna hide
holsters in a corset?

Give me the belt.

Look, I'm just gonna drop them
the minute he closes the door.

And make a goddamn racket
doin' it,

but you get close enough,
and you can choke

the sound of this little
bastard off in his beard.

It's a whore's gun.

Well, that sure as hell ain't
no missionary costume.

Anybody washed this thing
since Harley died in it?

You ready?

I'll take that as a yes.

That was fast.

Too drunk to get his boots off.

Left him passed out in my bed.

Want me to get Davy and Elle
to toss him out?

Let him sleep it off for a few.

When he wakes me might not
remember he already paid me.

Whiskey me, Honey?

You may want to rat hole some
of that silver, Rowena.

He's here early.

Yours?

All yours.

Is she here?

She certainly is.

Think I'll like her?

Oh, I think you'll be very..

What's that word you always use?

Satiated.

You'll be that.

You give her the twice over?

I don't wanna go up there and get
a switch blade in between the ribs.

Don't you trust me, Darlin'?

You got something for me, Kearny?

It's, uh, Saturday.

Has been all day.

Will be for a few hours more.

I mean, isn't Monday the day?

You can't expect me to cancel
my plans

and come all the way across
the street

to settle something that could have
been sorted on Saturday evening.

Can you?

You gotta give me some time
to get my affairs in order.

I can give you an hour to get
your affairs in order.

How about that?

Apologies for my rudeness..

Though I must admit,
I was selfishly hoping

I might catch you in a moment
of impropriety.

I just want you to know how
happy I am

to have you with us.

See, I pride myself on being
a good host,

so any girls that join us here
in a professional capacity,

well, I like to welcome them...
Personally.

I like to think of myself as
the Royal food taster,

risking harm to my person,
so as to shelter our customers

from any potential poison in
the product.

Now there's no need to
sequester yourself in the shadows.

If an egotist, like Rowena admits

to a new hire being attractive,
well, then it certainly

is not a matter of opinion,
so come on out here.

Let's have a look at you.

Well, if it isn't
Miss Josephine Cassidy.

Make peace with your God, Tom.

For what crime do I owe this
death sentence, hmm?

Loving you?

How about killing an innocent man?

Doesn't a dying man deserve
one last smoke, Cass?

How'd you do it?

How'd I do what?
How'd you kill him?

The red skinned paramour.

Wasn't Rowena supposed to talk
you into using a Derringer?

You think I'd trade my weapon
for an empty garter gun?

I suppose the daughter of a whore is
smart enough to know never to trust one.

You've got exactly five seconds to
unburden yourself and confess to me

how you killed Jakob.
Or I could leave it a mystery

and splatter your brains all
over the wall.

Who told you I killed him?
Five...

Oh, your trustworthy old pal, Rowena.

Four.
Scrupulous to a fault, that one.

I mean, when was the last time a hooker
lied to get something they wanted?

Three.
Who says Jakob is dead?

Or maybe she told you exactly
what you needed to hear

to get you to come back.

Back to this town.

Back to me.

You're lyin'.

Am I?

I am so happy that you're
home, Cass.

We all are. Aren't we boys?

Y'all remember Joe Cassidy?

Of course you do.

Who could forget a prickly
pear like her?

I like your new hair, Darlin'.

It softens your face.

I am sorry if I hurt you, Joe,

but you hurt me first.

Matter of fact,
you shattered my heart

into jagged shards and then sprinkled
them pieces all over that campfire.

If you have any heart still
left to beat,

I aim to silence it for good.

That's my girl,

staunch to the last.

Let's find this heartbreaker
a soft place to lay down

them fiery locks, shall we, boys?

And how did you think this
was going to end exactly?

With your blood on my boots.

Well, I'll be.
This bracelet fits a lot better

than that ring you lost
interest in so quickly.

Ain't neither of you long for
this world.

Enjoy your last night together.

Joe?

Jake?

You're alive.

I am now.

Lemme guess.
They share some poison berries

that Jakob had holstered just
in case this ever happened?

Not every one in every story
is quite as hung up

on martyrdom as you are. Since
I don't know what that word means,

I'm gonna go ahead and take
it as a compliment.

They say that when lovers are
pulled apart by fate and circumstance,

their bond is only strengthened,

as if the heart responds to
challenge with resolve.

Are you an authority on love, Cricket?

May I continue?

Josephine Cassidy

was conceived and delivered
in that room right there,

daughter of Harley O'Houlihan,

one of the founding members of
Belle Vue's most profitable enterprise,

and Cort Cassidy,

part-time killer, full-time drinker.

A young girl who grows up in
a saloon,

sees and hears things no child
should ever have to,

but when Harley went to work,
she'd banish her daughter

from the Belle for days at a time.

Joe would ride out to Cort's ranch

half a day's ride south of Ruby.

Often as always,
Rowena would come along.

She was a product of the
barkeep taking liberties

with one of Harley's gals,

pretty young thing named Jill,
who died giving birth.

Nobody in Ruby paid Rowena no
never mind,

so she followed Joe back and
forth across that desert,

looked up to her like a sister.

Besides the occasional meal,
Cort only really had one thing

to offer his daughter,

after all,
even when half in the bag,

he was still a sinister shot.

Hey!

Back in them days,

a hired trigger like Cort Cassidy

could wipe entire families of
Apache off their land,

spilling orphans into the desert.

One of them orphans wandered
for months through open country

'till he made the mistake of
squatting the wrong property.

Hey.

What ya got there?

You're trespassing on my
father's land.

And that tree you're digging
in belongs to us.

So, whatever you have there
is now our property.

Hand it over.

Do you hear me, Cochise?

I said, hand it over.

Give it to me!

Hey!

Tom Hayes, you're a bully and
a thief.

Leave the poor Apache alone.
Can't you see he's a half wit?

I'm gonna knock the teeth out
of your head, you little whore.

Call me that again.

He's just a jackass, you know?

A donkey.

A burro.

Do you talk?

I'm not gonna take it,
you silly redskin,

I just wanna see it.

You better light outta here.

Tommy's gonna be back with
his daddy soon,

and then you've really had it.

He knows where you hide that
thing now.

Can't very well leave it behind.

It'll be gone by morning.

Come on, then.

Come on!

That jackass will never look
in here.

He's scared of snakes.

Ha! I knew you could
understand me.

What's in there that's so
damn important anyway?

Yaqui silver?

Them missionaries teach you
to talk?

Y'all scalp 'em afterward?

What the hell's this for?

I think that's the most
wonderful horrible sound

I've ever heard.

What's it say?

Yazzie.

Yazzie.

What's that? Your tribe?

No.

That's your name?

No.

Yazzie.

That's your family?

It's your family's name?

Yes.

What's your name?

Everybody knows all the best
names come out of this silly book.

That's where my name comes from.

See?

Guess my folks were expecting
a boy.

What? You like that name?

You can't be Jakob.
Jakob is Joseph's daddy

and I already got me a daddy, see?

That's Cort.

That there's Harley.

Your family?

My folks.

Not much of a family.

Fine, you can be Jakob,

but at least do this.

Otherwise it's just weird.

I been wearing this for way
too long.

You wear it.

What's that?

I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Look, I got one, too.

Them saguaros really let you know

if'n you get too close.

Got any more scars, Jakob Yazzie?

Josephine! Rowena!
Where'd y'all run off to?

Don't worry,
he won't come out here.

He's more scared of them
rattlers than you are.

This might be the ugliest
goddamn thing I've ever seen.

A local prospector,
by the name of Hank Hayes

amassed a small fortune when
the Apache were forced out

of the mountain to make way
for silver mining.

He was something of a patron
saint to the town,

as his deep claims had paid
for Ruby's courthouse,

the saloon, and the education
of his only son, Tom.

Ain't ya gonna plug him for
what he done?

What he did.

What did he do?

Little red bastard gave me this.

Sure'n you wanna stick to
that story?

Poor little squirrel couldn't
kick his own ass.

I reckon them gals up there the
one's that gave you that bruise.

Perhaps he felt guilty about
all that Apache blood

staining the silver he took
out of them hills.

Or maybe he was just trying to
get a rise out of his ornery son.

Are you Apache or Yaqui?

You understand me, don't you?

Yes.

Well, what's your name, son?

Hank Hayes made a decision,

and with that,
Tommy had himself a new brother.

Joe! Get over here.

Hell's that around your neck?

Give it here.

Josephine!

Joe, Come back here!

The thrill of kindred spirits
and youthful possibilities

fueled the untarnished heart
of a child.

But the journey to adulthood rides
saddled with the sting of reality.

And by time Joe Cassidy had
been poisoned

by her father's prejudice and
her mother's opportunism,

she had forgotten all about
her fellow outcast

and landed in the arms of his brother,

the better prospect.

Jake, look out for my fiancé now.

She's the most valuable thing
on this ranch.

How long you reckon you'll be?

Shouldn't be more than a few weeks.

Bisbee, Tucson, Phoenix.

Collect on the old man's
claims, so...

I'm sorry, Tom.

Your father was good to me.

Well, let's hope he's good to
us from beyond the grave.

Got a feeling it's gonna cost
me a fortune

to buy that woman a new
family tree.

What are you talking about?

Well, I can't very well have
the whole territory

knowing who my wife's parents
really are.

It's a scandal we're gonna
bury under sand and gold.

If it's what she wants.

Look after the ranch, little brother.

Jake!

If things aren't exactly the same
as I left them when I get back,

you and I are gonna have words.

What the hell are you doing out
here pointing rifles at cans?

You're gonna get black powder
all over that frock, you know.

I'll spray powder all over
that red smirking..

You should be thanking me,
Joe Cassidy.

You're far too dignified a specimen
to be denting cans in public.

No wonder they pay good money to
pick your people off this land.

Oh! Your dad took that job
very seriously.

The man took pleasure in his work.

You don't know nothin' about
my daddy.

You're probably right.

But just think, if Tommy's
daddy hadn't paid so much

good money to your daddy,
to use this thing on my daddy.

You'd be missing out on the pleasure

of my company right now.

If that story's supposed to
make me feel sorry for you...

I don't need your pity, Mrs. Hayes.

It ain't Mrs. Hayes yet.

Pardon me, Miss Cassidy.

I won't make that mistake again.

Promise.

Damn it to hell!

Oh, oh, cottonfrickin' son of a..

What's all the singing about?

Ain't it a little late to be
doing a rain dance?

Can't get the goddamn nail in,
unless I get my face

underneath the goddamn hole.

Do I have to get up on the
ladder and do it for you?

I wouldn't want you to rip
your corset.

Oh, don't you dare hit me
with that thing.

Hold this.

Well, come on up here.

This would be a lot easier to
do from on top of the roof.

It's raining on top of the roof.

Give me that.

Reckon it won't be too long before you
start complaining about being hungry.

What's that one?
What one?

That one? That big black
sumbitch who keeps

circling the same spot over
and over again. Oh, that one.

We call that one, Angel that
Draws Salt from the Earth.

Really?

No.

You ass.

Why do you assume I know what every
bird, snake, and rodent is called?

I don't know. Don't your
people have some sacred bond

with the land, sky,
and every animal in-between?

My people? You were born here,
too, you know?

I've spent a hell of a lot more
time with your people than my own.

You really don't know what
that thing is?

Of course not. That's why I asked.

It's a turkey vulture.

What are you, thick or something?

Oh, the hell with you.

Hell with you.

What's he circling?

Food.

I know that. What kind?

Hell if I know.

Something that ain't dead yet.

Do you remember when I pulled
a gun on Tom for you?

What?

We were kids.

Tom was beating you senseless
and I got the drop on him.

Reckon you're confusing
dreams from memories.

Yeah, I do that sometimes.

You comfortable in that?

How do you mean?

You're soaked in sweat twice
through and your hands are swollen

from those frilly manacles.

Does that dress make you happy?

He gave it to me.

Looks like it's dinner time.

If a man arrives home early
from his journey,

he may very well find his
house empty and his bed cold.

Tom Hayes made such haste
riding home from Bisbee

that he was rewarded with the
kind of welcome

that no man ever recovers from.

How did they meet?

She was a pro. He was a customer.

Ain't hard to make friends on
the second floor

of the Belle Vue.

Does he still visit her?

Once a week, every week for
the last twenty years.

Does she charge him?

That's not a conversation that I'm especially
interested in having with my mother.

Why are you so curious about
Harley and Cort?

I'm curious about you.

And Tom mentioned you didn't
want people knowing

that Harley and Cort were
your folks.

Tom doesn't want people
knowing they're my folks.

I could give a shit.

But he can't have people
knowing that his in-laws

are a whore and her steady drunk.

Do you love him?

Of course not.

Then why are you marrying him?

I thought he could take me
away from all this.

Away from this town.

Does that make me a horrible person

to use someone like that?

Not necessarily.

I'm relieved you think that.

Why?

Because I'm not marrying him, Jake.

I don't know if I can take you
away from this place, Joe.

I know.

But here I am.

How did that bastard become
sheriff anyway?

There were rumors that when
Tom Hayes

realized his fiancé was
fixin' to leave him

for his adopted brother,

that he used his daddy's
fortune to buy himself a badge.

Who'd vote for a monster like that?

The mines had dried up,

the railroad hadn't passed
through here yet.

Tom Hayes was the only person
in town with any seed.

And he planted it in all the
right pockets.

Why didn't people just leave?

Lot of them did.

Before Hank Hayes passed on,
this town was fixin' to be

another Bisbee.

Plenty of farms, homesteads,
ranches, promise.

But when his son became sheriff,

this palatial establishment
we're currently residing in,

as well as Harley O'Houlihan's
pleasure parlor upstairs,

became the center of this town.

And the only profitable
business left in it.

With the engagement called off,

rumors began to swirl as to
why Tom Hayes

hadn't just gunned down his
fiancé and brother.

But he never threatened the lovers,

nor involved himself in their affairs.

Instead, he took up residence
in the Belle Vue.

Using his father's money and
political influence,

he set about rewriting the
rule of law in Ruby.

Still, Joe and Jakob behaved cautiously

around Tom at all times.

Uneasy about the new
sheriff's intentions,

they made quiet preparations
for their escape.

But shortly after Tom had
taken control of the saloon,

Harley's consumption reared
up with a fierce vengeance.

So, at Rowena's pleading,

Joe decided she couldn't leave her
mother to die alone in a brothel.

When Harley passed and the lovers
were finally free to run away,

they decided to do so separately.

Worried they might be spotted
by Hayes or his deputies,

Joe left first and Jakob
stayed behind

to collect on his poker winnings.

Once he had the money,
he would ride out to meet her

and they would head west together.

That was the plan.

Tom Hayes could have killed
the lovers,

and that would have been the
end of this here story.

But in the glow of that campfire,

he decided death was too good
for 'em.

He wanted them to hurt the
way that he had hurt.

And the best way to hurt a person

ain't to hurt that person,

it's to hurt the person they love.

How did he do it?

He shot him.

In the street?

Harley's room.

Did you see it?

I didn't have to.

Then how do you know?

He's dead, Joe.

I'm going back to Ruby.

You can't do that.

They'll be on you the moment
you set foot onto Main Street.

There's no place in that town
he doesn't have eyes.

If you go back to Ruby and
get yourself shot,

then what did he die for?
What did he die for?

If he were still alive, he'd beg
you not to do anything foolish.

He'd want you to stay away.

You best take that little whore's
advice to heart, Josephine.

Mama was a whore.

Well, she'd be the first to
admit that.

Is that how you see 'em?

As whores first and women second?

I'd trust the judgment of a whore

over just about anyone.

You trusted Harley?

You think she loved you?

Why you so concerned whether
your mama and I loved each other?

Because she's dead, Cort.

I thought you should know
there won't be warm body

and a bottle waiting for you
above the Belle anymore.

Your mama, she..
Don't hurt yourself, Cort.

Maybe you can get together
with all of Harley's regulars.

Who knows how many brothers
and sisters I have scattered

all over the territory.

I'll pluck your eyebrows off

if you don't watch your mouth
about your mama.

Harley O was the decentist
woman I ever had the..

If you loved her so much, then how come
you didn't take her away from this life?

I told her every time I saw
her that I loved her.

She never came to see ya?

Sent that Rowena out here to
deliver a few letters.

You and I have both had
someone taken from us.

You can't hunt down consumption,

but I can put a bullet in the
heart of that seed sucker

who killed Jake and made a
slave out of Harley.

Good.
You just leave me out of it.

You're too busy pinin' for a whore
you can't even shoot straight.

I shoot just fine, young lady,

but stomping into a suicide mission

to avenge some Apache bastard
that gives you the vapors

just ain't the way I planned
on ending my life.

Are you sure you want your
last words in this world

to be a slur about a man who
died today?

As far as I'm concerned,
that Apache bastard

is the only family I got.

Well, you got every right to
go and seek your revenge.

But I don't owe him nothin'.

I thought there was a good
man buried

inside that poisonous husk.

You may have me confused with
someone else.

You may have thought that Apache

was the only family you ever had.

By God, now I'm really the
family you got left.

I'm going to Ruby to kill Hayes

with or without your help.

Well, you gonna see your mama again,

a lot sooner than I will.

Hayes woulda already plugged
you twice

in the time it took you to
aim your first shot.

I thought you said you didn't
want any part of this.

I don't. Don't mean I'm
averse to entertainment.

What sick sense of humored sumbitch

taught you how to shoot?

Hell, maybe some people just
can't be taught.

If you want poultry for supper,
I suggest using a hatchet.

You smoke them hens with a bullet,

the meat just ends up tasting
of antimony.

You ever do any actual ranchin'?

This spread's about as useful
for ranching

as a cactus is for a saddle.

So then how'd you pay for all this?

So killin' still pays well.

Pays a hell of a lot better
than conspiring.

Unarmed Navajo, Apache, Chinese,
women and children, they deserve it?

You will forgive me if the judgment

of a petulant child smacks of hypocrisy.

And you think killing Hayseed Hayes

is gonna give you that satisfaction?

I'll let you know.

What are you closing one eye for?

Close one eye,
you just gonna see half as much.

Plus you just gonna end up
spraying wide

cause you ain't got no depth perception.

I know you think I'm an ancient,
bigoted, drunken fool,

and you're not wrong.
But tell me, Lady Vengeance,

how is it that someone twice
your age

and twice as drunk as you can
get three dead eye shots off

in the time it takes you to
get one?

Because you've been practicing
your whole life? Wrong.

Because you're so drunk,
you're not even trying to aim?

That's close.

I ain't got time for the ramblings

of a lonely pickled reptile.

You're so busy lookin' that
you ain't seein'.

For every second you spend crossing
your eyes at your target...

You lose two split seconds
you could have spent firing!

Tell me how, Cort!
Tell me how to shoot like you.

Look, I ain't never asked for anything,

and you ain't never given me anything.

I gave you my name.

Give me something I can use, Daddy.

Give me something I can use
to defend myself.

You don't wanna defend yourself,

you wanna take a man's life.

Josephine.

Now your hand is on its way
from wherever it was

to pointin' directly at your target.

A weapon is just something it
happens to pick up along the way.

The holster tosses you the gun

as your hand rides by it.

The gun matches the speed of
your hand.

It joins it.

Go again.

What was that?

I shattered the son of a bitch.
No, you didn't.

I did.
No, you did not.

You took three to the chest

before you even had a chance
to fire your first shot.

Go!

Go again!

Why is your hand shaking like
a punch-drunk pugilist?

There ain't no blood left in it.

Tell your veins to pump the
blood where it's needed.

You in charge of your hand,

or it in charge of you?

I guess that answers that question.

Better.
I missed.

Yeah, your eyes don't aim,
your arm aims.

When you blink,
does your weapon discharge?

No.
What discharges your weapon?

My hand?
Your arm.

Hand is an extension of your arm.

Fingers an extension of your hand.
All right.

Your arm aims the gun.
Your finger pulls the trigger.

Now they do the work, so they
make the rules. All right.

Your eyes don't even hardly
factor into it. All right!

All right, then.

What are you doing, Cass?

Don't call me that.
Why not?

He calls me that.
Who?

You know who.

Hate that crooked son of a
bitchin' badge polisher?

Yes. You wanna put two in
between them blank

beady eyes of his?
Yes.

You want him to answer for Jakob?

Yes.
Draw that Colt!

Better.

You all right?

What's it look like?
Looks like you haven't slept.

What's it to you?

Are we gonna go shootin' or
you wanna get into bed?

I want you to leave me alone.

You know, I thought you were
gonna help me.

Help you do what?

Help you get yourself killed?

I'm not like Harley, Cort.

I'm like you.

I never wanted to believe it,
but I can't deny it any longer.

So what?

So you're the best shot I've
ever seen.

And if you can make me half
the shot you are,

I'll be twice the shot Hayes is,

so I shouldn't have a problem..
So you can what?

Why don't you put that bottle down

and come with me back to Ruby?

Aren't you listenin' to me, girl?!

You shouldn't have come back.
Why?

Because you were safe.
You'd gotten away.

You should have stayed there.

You couldn't bear the thought
that he won, could you?

So, whether he shot you yesterday
or hung you tomorrow,

I should just let him get away
with it? To hell with him.

I knew I couldn't trust you
to look after yourself.

The hell with you, too.

I leave you alone for five minutes

and you get your skinny ass caught.

Nobody asked you to come back here.

If I hadn't come back here you'd
have a noose around your neck by now.

I can take care of myself.
Clearly.

Bump off Hayes, then what, huh?
You shoot your way out?

I didn't care what happened
after I killed him.

Joe, you have to be smarter than that!
No, I don't, Jake.

No, I don't! You're the smart one.

You've always been the smart one.

And I thought you were dead,
so I didn't give a damn

if they plugged me the minute
I left that room.

Harley's room.

Hell, it's where she died,
after all.

Worse places to take my last breath.

He ain't never gonna leave us
alone, is he?

Not as long as we're both
still alive.

Ever spent any time in lock up?

I have.

Didn't care for it much.

They didn't let you bring your
piano in with you?

If memory serves, my jailbird days

preceded my ivory ticklin' days.

Oh, you didn't play piano as
a child?

No, there weren't a lot of
pianos where I come from.

Where's that?

Not too far from here.

This town is like a well.

Anything gets too close and
it ends up fallin' in

and never climbin' out.

That's why smart people keep
their distance.

Even if they're dying of thirst.

Why haven't you left?

What?

What's keeping you here?
You got family?

Family?

No.

You hogtied to this piano?

Getting a lot of satisfaction
out of serenading

drunken lowlifes on their way
to Nogales?

Ask me another question.

What made her believe Jake
was dead

in the first place?

She made a mistake.

And what was that?

She trusted someone.

When my father died, he said
I wish you could have been

more like your younger brother.

He said I could have learned
something from my brother.

This was never about you, Tom.

It shows what you know about
a man's heart, Cass.

Don't call me that.
A man loves what he loves

because that's what he loves.

It ain't got nothin' to do with
whether or not it loves him back.

You holstering a rejoinder,
hard breather?

You don't have to do this, Tom.

Let her go. She's innocent.

Innocent says you.

You realize this woman
started her evening

by pointing a gun at the
publicly elected lawman

of this here municipality?

Who exactly elected you?

And the penalty for attempted murder

of a sheriff in Hachitoa County

is death by hanging.

And what's his crime?

Just keep me here and let him go.

Tell you what.

Why don't we make this easy
on ourselves.

Hmm?

Two bullets.

Two bullets to change your world.

The way I figure it,
you can pick up that gun,

shoot the other one,

shoot yourself,

and then the two of you can
shuffle off

in a blaze of glory all
"Romeo and Juliet" fashion.

Or you could pick up that gun,

shoot me,

shoot the other one,

and then toss the gun back at
my lifeless body

and convince whoever comes
through that door in the morning

that I was consumed by a fit
of homicidal suicidal jealousy.

Or I could just shoot you
twice in the head

and not give a shit what
anyone thinks.

It is going to be hard to
convince anyone

that I got two in my own head
before I went down, Cass.

Don't call me that.

Then when they find out who
was responsible in the morning,

you're both gonna swing anyway.

Maybe just one in the head

and Jake and I make your
suicide sound real convincing.

I dropped four rounds at my feet,

popped myself with the fifth,

and then left a live one in
the barrel.

There is not a deputy in this town

that's gonna believe I was
drunk enough for that.

Sorry, Cass.

Joe, don't!
Come on, Cass!

Come on! Put us all out of
our misery.

Make Papa Cort proud.

Joe!

You see that?

I just told her you were
gonna get

your neck stretched in the morning,

and she still couldn't help
but use those precious

imaginary bullets on me.

You may think this woman
loves you, Jakob,

and you may be right,

but I can Goddamn well
guarantee you

she ain't got the necessary
faculties to love your ass

half as much as she hates mine.

She truly is her father's daughter.

Well, I guess the main
question of the evening is,

which one of you gets to go
first in the morning?

Cause the second one gets to watch.

Big night for him,

getting to watch us suffer.

That man suffered because of
us, Josephine.

He ain't a man.

He's a boy. Always been a boy.

He didn't deserve what we did
to him.

He hasn't recovered.

We may have caused him pain,

the difference is we never
took any joy in it.

His daddy had a saying,

an open door might invite the bad,

but a closed door rejects any
possibility of the good.

It's all right to get angry, Jake.

I reckon you got enough anger
inside you

for both of us, Joe Cassidy.

How'd we end up here, you and I?

There ain't no one else I'd rather
spend my last night on Earth with.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Darlin',
did I wake you up?

I didn't mean to frighten you.

I brought some hooch, but it looks
like you started without me.

That's all right, as long as
you're not too drunk

to rub my tired feet.

Sheriff Hayes sent me.

Got me up out of bed.

Said his best man was stuck
in here all night,

cold and bored, doing his job,

guarding the condemned and all.

Said I oughta come and keep
you company.

Said I was to do whatever you asked,

whatever you wanted,
for as long as you wanted,

and I said,
"Yes, Sir, Sheriff, Sir."

Did I do wrong?

You're not gonna send me all
the way back

up to the Belle before sunrise,
are you?

That's what I thought.

Don't be greedy,
we ain't got enough blankets

to carry the whole Goddamn arsenal.

Where we gonna stash 'em?

Do I have to do everything for
you two? Use your imagination.

And don't forget them cartridges.

Those are thirty thirty
Remington shells, genius.

It's a Winchester. It's a
fourty four caliber rifle?

Okay, then.

Hand me that satchel.

Rowena?

Well, you may have lost your
looks, Jake,

but at least you still got
your eyesight.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's it look like, Ginger?
I'm springin' you.

Why?

I mean, she's got a real
gratitude problem, don't she?

Well, maybe I'll just spring him.

And I leave your ass for
Hayes to string up.

Rowena, listen to me. Why
should I ever trust you again?

You're the reason we're in here.

I made a mistake, now I'm
trying to make it right.

You told me Jake was dead.

You told me he was dead!

You left me out there believing
he was dead this whole time.

Then you helped Hayes trap me.
Joe, don't!

Why shouldn't I just wash
these bars with your.. Joe!

You helped that son of a bitch
and now you're in here.

Why should I believe you?

It wasn't my fault!
He lied to me.

You lied to me.

He promised me.
Promised you what?

That he'd let me go?

He promised me that if I helped
him lure you back he'd let Jake go.

The hell you say?

I thought that maybe if he
knew I was the reason,

someday he might look at me the
way he's always looked at you.

You both need to get outta here.
Right now.

No!

Take care of him for me.

Hayes: Poor sweet little Rowena.
Shame to see her go.

Just when I was beginning to
trust her.

But aiding in a jail break is
punishable by death.

That's just law of the land,
I'm afraid.

You confound me, Cass.

Shedding tears for that
little turncoat

who was more than happy to
trade your life

for a chance to dig her claws
into your redskin.

I'm gonna kill you.

You're in no position to be
making threats, my old friend.

Maybe I'll just string that
noose up right about here.

I wish you would.

I really do.

And that is exactly why I won't.

Hachitoa County municipal code
expressly forbids public execution

before 7:00 a.m. on the Lord's day.

I oughta know.
I wrote the law myself.

You look out that window,
you should be able to see

the sun hit them gallows at 7:01.

Enjoy the show.

Well, you're not looking your
best, Josephine.

But I guess you proved me wrong.

You still alive.

No thanks to you.

I am sorry, darlin'.

I've had just about all the apologies
I can handle for one morning.

Think you can knock Hayes off
a gallows with these

before he has a chance to
string up your boy?

If you can keep those bastard
deputies off me.

Don't think you gonna be exchanging
no gunfire wearing that frock.

Well, well.

If it isn't the surviving
members of the Cassidy clan.

Why don't you just let 'em go, Tom?

The three of us will ride
outta here.

You'll never see us again.

Not a very strong bargaining
chip, Cort.

What makes you think I'd ever
let this one get away again?

Do you have any idea how many
guns are on you right now?

You got any idea how many
eyes are on you right now?

I own them eyes.

That boy may be an arrogant
ornery troublemaker,

but that don't make him a criminal.

You really gonna execute an
innocent man

in front of all creation?

Who's gonna stop me, Cort?

You?

Your daughter?

Them whores?

You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing.

You're gonna stand there and
watch me hang

this backstabbing,
freeloading home wrecker.

Then you are gonna turn tail
on Harley's child

and run to your dusty bottle
back in the desert.

Drop that door, Boggs.

He killed Rowena!

She was unarmed and alone and
he shot her in the back

like the coward sumbitch he is.

Are you really gonna spend your
lives giving half your nut

to a murderer just 'cause he
has a badge bought and paid for?

When you gonna say enough is enough?

Hold your fire.

Hold your..

Cass...

Listen to me.

Y'all can ride out out here.
I promise not to follow you.

I mean it. Just get on out of here.

Kill an unarmed man.

If loving you is punishable
by death,

then I'm gonna go with a
clean conscience.

I love you, Joe Cassidy.

I'll see you in..

Come back to me, all right?

Joe!

That was fast.

Not quite fast enough.

I'm so sorry, Jake.

Don't you dare do this to me again.

I thought you were dead.

Joe, please.

And that was so much more
painful than this.

I can't do this without you.

Yes, you can. For me, you can.

Anything for you, Joe Cassidy.

I love you, Jake.

Were you just trying to make
a point

or is that story true?

I'm afraid it's true.

And a lady like yourself
deserves the truth.

I appreciate that, Cricket.

It's gonna be awful cold in
my room.

I don't know where you plan
on sleeping,

but we could fight off that
chill together.

Now that's the finest offer
I've had in many years, Q.

And I'd be the luckiest man
in the territory

if I were to accept such a gift,

but I ain't loved but one woman.

And she's the only one I can
imagine falling asleep next to.

Do you think of her when you play

all them melancholy love
songs in here?

Every single note.

It's almost sunrise.

Getting to be about that time.

I ain't never seen a sunrise.

Well that's.. That's tragic.
Why is that?

A sunrise is at least twice
as beautiful as a sunset.

Twice?

It's more magical,

more symbolic.

More deeply cleansing.

To the sunrise.

May she never take a day off.

Whew.

You know, I'm pretty sure that
train depot faces East.

What are you saying, young lady?

I'm saying, that platform
would be a mighty fine place

to see the sunrise.

Watch the steam from the dawn train

gettin' closer by the minute.

Nogales behind, Tucson ahead.

Ain't nowhere but here, Q.

You know, leaving this place

don't mean you've left her behind.

Uh, you forgot your little friend.

Ain't my friend, and I don't
plan on needing him.

Hey, Q!

Let a humble admirer pay your way.

Appreciate the offer,
but I ain't never bought

myself a train ticket before,

and I'm kinda looking forward
to it.

Don't you dare get off that
train 'till you spot

someplace out that window you
ain't never seen before.

You take care of yourself,
ivory tickler.