Bad Jim (1990) - full transcript
On their way to Montana, three unsuspecting cowhands--John Coleman, July, and B.D. Sweetman--have a chance encounter and swap one of their horses with Virgilio Segura, a Mexican bandit who once rode with Billy the Kid himself. Indeed, Bad Jim, the newly-acquired mustang, was a real bargain; however, what on earth possessed the innocent companions to start killing and robbing banks? In the end, who is to blame for this instantaneous and horrible transformation?
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[Gunshot]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Owl hoots]
[Hoot]
[Whinnies]
Hello, by the fire.
Lay your hammers down.
It's a white man.
Ain't no goddamn hammers down
till we see empty hands,
sir, no matter
what the color is.
I'm about done in.
If you got food,
water...
Damn. Coming up on folks
that way.
I was fixin'
to call out, but...
Say, he's in a bad way.
Don't make sense,
stumbling in like he done.
Somebody after him,
I'd say.
If he's on the run,
that horse would be
lathered up.
But he was walking him.
We'd best stand watches.
We can sort it out
come morning.
We ain't seen
no comanche sign
for 3 days.
Yeah, I know.
Sounds all quiet
out there, but...
You reckon he'll make it
till the morning?
Well, if'n he do
or he don't,
US losing sleep
ain't gonna change it.
No. I'll look around.
Be rousting you directly.
You just gonna
let him lay there?
Well, he ain't bleeding
nowheres I can see.
Reckon he's just
plumb wore out.
Whoa, boy. Whoa, whoa.
[Whinnies]
Whoa, whoa. Calm down!
You damn jackass!
Whoa!
Ho, boy!
Easy now.
Whoa. Easy.
Good boy.
Easy.
He's ok now.
I'll bed him down.
I'll chew his damn ear off
to bed him down real proper.
No call for that.
He's been shot.
Well, I ain't shot him...Yet.
Reckon that's why
he's so skittish.
Lookie here.
They're long healed.
Look at this one.
Looks pretty fresh
to me.
Damned if I'm gonna
stand--next time--
my granddaddy
was with Andy Jackson
at New Orleans.
Got all shot up.
He'd get
pretty mean sometimes.
Mama always said
it was them old wounds,
sticking him,
galling him.
That's a goddamn
dumb-ass animal!
Ain't no Andy Jackson!
I wonder
where he got him.
I don't think he's moved
since he fell down there.
Well, he's still breathing.
We'll get some of this
down him.
Maybe he oughta
rest some more.
Maybe he was
snake bit or--
maybe he's got trouble
on his trail,
which we don't need
no part of.
You get it down him.
Oh, look like
he's coming 'round.
Mister.
We're pulling out.
Goin' south.
We're fixin' to give
you some beans,
maybe a little
water.
Horse. I need a horse.
Well, you got yourself
a horse. A fine horse.
I can pay.
I got...
Oh, ain't nobody took nothin'.
Just these here.
Fine.
I took the loads out
so's you wouldn't
hurt yourself.
I got hard money.
I'll pay $50 gold.
Well, we ain't got
no string,
just what we's settin'.
I'll swap.
Give you $20 boot.
I'll go 100.
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
This here's
a damn injun horse.
You killed an injun
and took him.
It ain't.
I swear it ain't.
Lord know they on your trail.
I ain't seen no Indian sign
for 100 miles.
Well, that's about when
we seen 'em last, b.D.
Maybe he's telling
the truth.
Well, if that don't beat all.
You got a deal.
Now hold on a minute.
I'm making the swap
here, b.D.
If he stole that horse
from a white man,
that's even worse.
It's my horse.
I never knowed a man to have
a horse he couldn't ride.
It was a friend's.
My partner, he died.
And how was that?
Stampede.
Got all busted up.
And you took his horse.
What do you figure
your partners to do
if you was to be took off?
You ain't worked
no cows.
Not with them
there hands.
I told you they's empty.
I reckon it ain't
hard to figure out
what kind of work
he does do.
My name is virgilio segura.
The law's been pushing me
for a week clean through Texas.
I've been out of food, water.
I recollect
there's a price on you.
Virgilio: $500.
I got about that much
in my poke.
Let me have a horse,
some food--
why should we
throw in with you
when we can get
the $500 legal?
I don't rightly know.
I don't much like
selling a man, b.D.
Not even for no $500.
Well, split 3 ways...
That'd be 2 years
of pushing cows north.
I don't know.
He ain't never
done me no hurt.
We ain't the law, b.D.
The law says you done
a sight of killin'.
Robbing banks and such.
I reckon it's a fact.
Jesus h.P.Q. Christ.
They say you run
with Billy the kid.
We covered
some ground together.
They say that both of you'd
shoot a man down
quick as you'd look at him.
I looked at the 3 of you
sleeping peaceful
last night.
How close was you when that
big red horse yelled out?
Was you in range or not?
Well, b.D., he does have
a rifle in that boot.
Virgilio: Well, friends.
My posse will be along
right soon.
Make up your minds.
They see US together,
hard to tell
what they might think.
I'm swapping me for a horse
and $20 to boot, b.D.
I'm ready to head south.
All right.
That's the way
of it, then.
You give John t.
Here the 20.
We ain't
your partners.
I still want
to buy some food.
Well, I got some jerky
I can spare.
Here.
Mmm.
They're double eagles.
Take one.
Oh, no. That little
bit of nothin'
ain't worth no $20.
Go on, take it.
I'm obliged.
No call to be.
It's none of our affair
what's 'twixt you
and the law.
I'm still obliged.
Maybe we'll cross
paths again...
If I'm luckier
than that posse.
That's not likely, mister.
We're taking
different roads.
Never know.
Crooked road's apt
to go anywhere.
Crossing the straight
and narrow like this time.
Here's your double eagle,
friend.
I can't take no boot.
Not for a horse like this.
He's something.
Right enough.
Not if he's stole.
Ain't nobody gonna be
claiming that animal, amigo.
Not in this world.
I don't suppose you helped
him on to the next.
Sheriff named Garrett
got him.
New Mexico territory.
You best not
know no more.
Adios, amigos.
I'm gonna call him Jim.
That was my granddad's name.
He brought me up.
B.d., you reckon that's
Billy the kid's horse?
He's my horse, Jim.
Come on.
Bad Jim.
[Whinnies]
Dang it.
You prove anything?
Well, I reckon not.
You figure he'll go like that
all the way to the bar "y"?
I don't see why not.
It's only a couple more
hundred miles.
C.j., these fellas are
just up from the north.
Well, now,
good to see you boys.
From the looks
of your goods,
you got a piece
to go.
Yes, sir. Carter valley.
Yes, we do.
Carter valley?
I did some trailing
years back.
Never got over
that way, though.
Let's see.
What do we got here?
Them beans and that flour.
$2.00 ought to cover it.
That's all right.
Make it $1.50.
We're obliged, sir.
Yes, sir.
Come back again.
Stop in next year,
and watch your trail.
How much is them peaches?
$1.00 the can.
$1.00 the can?
It's the freight,
son.
Clean all the way
from St. Louis.
Makes 'em dear.
I'll take 3 cans.
3 cans.
[Distant rumbling]
[Whinnies]
Smell a lion, Jim?
They come pretty big
up here, I reckon.
He don't smell no cat.
I thought I heard
something a bit ago.
Thunder.
No, it ain't thunder.
We best take a look-see.
[Men whooping]
Oh, if that
don't beat all.
Acting like a bunch
of wild young 'uns.
My grandpappy told me
the frenchies took it up.
They called it lacrosse.
What?
Lacrosse or some such.
That's what they call
them sticks they's using.
Growed men
carrying on that a way.
My grandpappy told me
that they wager
a sight of money on it.
They're trying to
get that teeny ball
betwixt them
little Poles.
That's it.
That ain't much.
Well, as you can see,
when you get another bunch
figuring on stopping you,
it can get to be
considerable.
Ooh, look at that
big 'UN go.
Look at that
big 'UN go.
He's gone about
as far as he's goin'.
[Laughing]
We might as well
call it a day.
Plenty of firewood, water.
Let's go on.
B.d.: Ain't no call
for no night riding.
We's the first ones
to hit the red as it is.
Well, I don't feel
like sleeping.
B.d.:
Well, I'm hungry.
Well, I ain't.
We ain't gonna find
no better place.
Nah. Horse shit
and gunpowder.
Well, I reckon I'll get them
beans and biscuits going.
I'm gonna get me
some fresh meat.
Oh, now, there's plenty
of jerky here.
Nah. I don't want
no jerky.
July: B.D.
B.d.: Hmm?
You reckon that's
the kid's horse sure enough?
It sure as hell was segura.
Shh--Jesus Christ.
[Gunshot]
[B.d. Laughs]
Sounds like he got himself
that fresh meat.
Mmm.
Segura had $500
in his poke.
He held it
right in his hand.
If we'd have took it,
we'd have been going
against the law.
We let him go anyway.
It wasn't the same.
He didn't buy US off,
John t.
We ain't the law,
John t.
We ain't nothin'.
No. You're a cow chaser,
same as US.
Ain't no way for it.
Maybe not and maybe so.
Christ on a mountain.
Man don't have to start
pulling a plow, you know?
Selling shoes.
Man could get a few head,
a little place of his own.
Somebody fixin' to die,
are they?
Leave you some property,
John t.?
All it takes
is a few hundred.
Tell me something, b.D.
How long you been
doing this here?
20 years,
less 3 for the war.
I ain't gonna be draggin' ass
into Kansas when I'm 50.
How much
you done put aside?
Well, I got my bonus
coming. That's $30.
And that clock.
How much it worth?
What, 15?
It's valuable.
Segura bought US these
at least.
$1.00 the can.
Mmm.
We hit laskey Springs
before sundown.
It ain't never dried out
before August.
I figure by tomorrow,
the day after that,
that ought to do it.
Old bar "y" will
look just fine, huh?
Yes, sir.
Just fine.
I ain't going back.
Son, you got your
bonus pay waiting.
You could do that
like you said,
get yourself a few head.
That's a fact.
Everybody ain't got
to piss their pay
away like b.D.
Hell, no.
I just never--
well, it's all right
with me,
somebody else
being boss and all.
Ain't nobody gonna die
and leave me nothing, b.D.
I'm just gonna go
and take it, I reckon.
Well, that's some talk
now, John t.
A man can't just up
and change his calling.
Some do. Segura did.
He owns up a poke
with $500 in it.
That's a ranch he's holding.
Jesus h.
Let's get US a damn drink.
We can't just stand here.
It don't look like much.
That town marshal, he don't
look like much neither,
but I don't believe
they give him that badge
just to keep his vest
from a'floppin'.
Gonna look a might different
with a gun in his hand.
Sure, you're right.
Piano man:
* good-night rhythm
* right and bold
* find your ear
and grabs ahold *
* no use struggling
* you been beat
* it's time to sing it
with your feet *
* sing it with your feet
* sing it with your feet
* sing it with your feet
* music wants
a pair of shoes *
* and it don't seem
to matter whose *
* you been chosen
* get out your seat
* and start singing
with your feet *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* yeah, sing
* go on and serenade
the floor *
* come on, dance
* yeah, that's what
your feet are for *
* well, now you got it
* how you doing?
* toes sure like
a chance to croon *
* so keep it simple,
nice and sweet *
* while you're singing
with your feet *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* yeah
* go on and sing it now
we could walk
right in there
and take
all they got.
And what if they don't figure
to give it to US?
That could happen.
That could happen,
John t.
Lookin' into 3 6-guns,
they ain't gonna give US
no trouble.
And what if they do?
What then?
You fixin' to shoot
somebody, John t.,
if it come down
to it?
They won't try nothing
once we got the drop on them.
All right.
We get the money
and we get out,
what do you figure
that marshal's
gonna be doing?
Hell, we'll be long gone
before he knows
anything about it.
Yeah.
Then we got the money,
and we got the posse
on our trail
just like segura.
B.d.: And then we run,
and we don't stop running,
you know?
I didn't ask you to come.
I'm just gonna do it.
* life is sweet
* why don't you sing it
with your feet? *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
[applause]
Hey, little bit.
* how long has it been now?
* forever
* since I last saw her,
Callie *
* oh, Callie
I don't much care
about the money.
But it ain't gonna happen
the way you say, John t.
Ain't no way
we can figure it that way.
Somebody in that bank or on
that street gonna have a gun,
and if they use it, what then?
Somebody starts
shooting at me,
then I reckon
I'll shoot back.
I ain't never
killed nobody...
'Cept in the war.
Maybe some injuns.
Well, I was in some
range trouble once.
A whole mess of shootin'.
I reckon--yeah,
I reckon maybe i--
somebody starts
shooting at you,
ain't much else a man can do,
I don't reckon.
Yeah, I reckon.
Buy me a drink, boys?
Or you could
buy the bottle,
and we can go upstairs
and work on it.
How much would it be,
a bottle like that?
Mmm.
$5.00.
How about that little lady
over there by the piano?
* oh, Callie
* from the skies a'blazin'
how much it be for her
to fetch US up the bottle?
You got $50, have you?
50?
I'd give my right arm.
No. Miss Callie don't take
nothing but hard cash.
'Course, now, the mayor
won't be in until later,
and if you boys
have got the $50...
* now all by my lonesome
* I've grown some
* perhaps from knowing Callie
* darlin' Callie
* Callie, there's no more
town marshal's
Sam tillman, boys.
You better give this
another think.
Our marshal's
never had a holdup.
You tell your marshal--
tell him Billy Bonney
don't give a damn
for no Sam tillman.
Get them cash drawers!
Stay nice and quiet,
and we won't have
no trouble.
Somebody comin'.
I don't allow how bill Bonney
would give a damn
about anything
along about now.
Pat Garrett
done took care of that.
You seen Billy the kid
go down? Did you?
The whole territory heard--
I don't want
to hear no more.
Segura, how we doing?
[Spanish accent]
We're cleaning 'em out, kid.
The vault, get it open.
We're gonna have the whole
damn county in here.
The vault.
The marshal has the key
in his office.
You're a liar.
No, I swear, it's the truth.
That's how tillman
runs his town.
You picked
the wrong place, son.
Shut up. I don't want
to hear no more talk.
We got plenty,
kid. Come on.
He would not try
to lie to you.
Oh, no. There's a wagon
pulling up out front.
I swear to god, Mr. Bonney.
All right, everybody
against that far wall,
and don't turn around.
We'll be watching
from outside. Move!
Remember, stay put.
We're watching.
Marshal!
Marshal!
We've been robbed!
Could've took
the easy way around.
Ain't nobody back there.
You can see for 20 miles.
Hey, I just got
a goddamn feeling.
Look, we got the money.
Nobody got hurt.
We're clear.
That's all
there is to it.
Maybe we should
head back west,
get back
to the bar "y"
pretty near on schedule.
Nobody would know.
I told you,
I'm done with that.
I just mean that maybe
we should lay low--
just keep on working
like nothing happened.
Nobody would know
it was US.
You can do as you please,
but I'm done with it.
Oh, John t., hellfire.
I just meant that--
I'm going on with it
until I get enough.
Uh-huh.
And when is that
going to be?
The way I figure, we got
about 4, $500 apiece
right now.
A man can get himself
a nice piece of land.
And have the bankers
robbing US
with their mortgages
and all?
That makes
a lot of sense.
So you figuring
to get enough
to set up like
the bar "y," is you?
10,000--
that's what I'm figuring.
10,000?
Sure.
The 3 of US,
we could go partners.
Wouldn't take long.
It'd be kind of nice
seeing cows get fat
for our own pocket.
You bet it would.
We'd have to hire
a few extra hands.
Of course, we'd be
working owners.
[Laughs]
I'd damn sure have them
calling me "mister."
[Laughs]
Mister July.
That's your given name,
isn't it?
Yeah. That's
the only thing I got.
Never had any other.
That is, until now.
Now that i'm
a man of property,
I reckon I better get me
another name.
July Coleman.
That sounds fine.
July Coleman.
You sure--you sure
that'd be all right,
using your name
and such?
Hey, we're partners,
ain't we?
Sure. You right.
I know you right.
[Laughs]
B.d.: Excuse me, boys.
Before you brand
all them cows,
we best do US
some fancy figuring.
Why's that?
Why? What's
the matter?
Look yonder.
Right there,
where we come from.
I don't see nothing.
What do you mean,
you don't see nothing?
Right under there,
under that goddamn Ridge.
Oh, come on, b.D. Ain't
nothing but a dust devil.
There's a devil
in that dust, all right,
wearing a goddamn
marshal's badge.
That ain't him.
It can't be.
We trailed through water,
stayed on hard ground.
And he's right behind US,
straight as a string.
It looks like
he's got a good bunch
with him, too.
J.t.: It could be
anything--
buffalo, Indian camp
on the move.
No way of telling
it's him from here.
Oh, yeah.
Well, they're
coming fast.
You want to wait
until we see the sun
off of that badge?
B.d.: God damn it.
July: Well, I reckon
he wasn't faking.
That damn leg
must've pulled.
B.d.: Well,
he's done for.
You ok?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I felt him going down,
kicked loose.
Well, leave your gear.
That damn beast won't let
nobody sit on him but you.
He'll do like I tell him.
Come on.
Ride double?
We ain't got a prayer.
We ain't leaving you here.
Come on,
you two get moving.
I'll slow them
down some.
Not here--that rise.
We'll never make
that rise.
They're too damn close.
We'll make it.
Come on, boy.
Easy now.
July, you take my horse.
I'll stay here,
make them back off
a ways.
There's no cover here.
We got to make it
to them rocks.
Well, riding double
thataway--
me and Jim will be there.
You want to bet
a hundred of your share
that we won't be first?
[Laughs]
Well, goddamn.
[Smacks lips]
Come on.
There ain't no horse
that can run thataway.
He's finished.
Aw, he's still sound.
There's a Ridge
yonder ways.
You want to lose
another hundred?
I ain't going to kill
bird shit,
but damned if I don't think
he could go it.
They even
dropping back a ways.
Let's get higher--
let the animals
cool down,
pick up some cover.
They still coming.
They ain't going to quit,
and we ain't going
to quit, neither.
Gets kind of
uncomplicated, don't it?
Once the man's mind
is made up.
[Laughs]
That must be
tillman
out in front
on the gray.
July:
God damn his hide.
He must not be
over much,
riding onto that Ridge--
perfect for setting
a trap like it is.
Likely they're figuring
US to keep running.
Well, they're
figuring wrong.
July: 8...
9...
9 to 3.
Sam tillman--they seem
to set great store in him.
He ain't even
slowing down, either.
Well, with him
out of the way,
I don't allow
them citizens
will want to fool with it
on their own.
Damn him!
Why don't he turn back?
Why don't he
look up here?
Tillman!
[Gunshot]
[Bullet ricochets]
Damn him.
I got him.
Did you see?
I got him.
He went down.
2 of them went down.
We got to keep them
out of the rocks.
[Gunfire]
They're quitting,
John t.
John t., they done had
enough now. They're gone.
We got the marshal.
They'll think on it now.
July: Yeah, I reckon.
I reckon they'll
call it off,
get their wounded
back to a doctor.
A couple of them
ain't moving.
They're past doctoring,
I allow.
Well, we ain't even
in his county no more.
He didn't have no right
crowding US.
Well, there ain't
no way for it now.
Well, a couple of their
horses is running loose.
Likely as not we get a rope
over one of them, huh?
Well, I'll tend to it.
Keep an eye on them
for me.
Get me that gray one.
That marshal was riding
that gray one, wasn't he?
Yeah. We figured it
to be him.
Well, they still going.
Reckon they don't want
no more part of US.
I reckon not.
[Spins chamber of gun]
You know,
I reckon I hit one of them.
You see that fella
in that green coat
with them 2 six-shooters?
I think I hit him.
Hard to tell--
all that shooting.
Hard to tell.
[Sighs]
I'm sure you right,
but I...
I think I hit him.
Damn store clerks
and the like--
they ain't got
no stomach for it.
Clerks and cowhands.
[Bird chirps]
Ahh!
Whoa, boy, whoa.
Whoa.
They ain't coming.
We're shed of them.
I'm sure you're right.
They figured US to be
headed to Oklahoma.
Ha ha! Slipping over to
new Mexico like we done.
I ain't never been to
new Mexico territory before.
Well, I been
to El Paso once.
Well, I don't figure
it much different,
new Mexico.
We could head south.
I ain't never seen
El Paso.
Ain't much to see.
I hear they got silver
over around Santa fe.
Now, I ain't never
heard of that.
A fella on a drive
told me.
Bring it in
on them wagons, he said,
from the mines.
Guards on them wagons,
I expect.
He didn't say nothing
about there being guards.
Well, piss
on the parade,
if you had wagons
full of silver...
Oh, now, b.D.,
it wouldn't hurt
to take a look
at it now, huh?
Well, I'd rather go after
one wagon full of silver
than 6 or 8 banks.
There'll be
goddamn guards
on them goddamn wagons.
All right, there will be.
If there's wagons
full of silver,
we'll go after them.
Guards or no guards?
Like as not,
we killed that marshal,
so I don't reckon it makes
no never mind no more.
I don't suppose
it does.
Well?
Which way is Santa fe?
[Man singing in Spanish]
[People chattering]
[Singing in Spanish]
Santa fe,
wagons full of silver.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
He told me he seen it
with his own eyes.
Denver. Now, if he'd of
said Denver...
Aw, he said Santa fe.
Well, he's a goddamn liar.
There's a bank.
We didn't come all this way
just to find a bank.
It's just as well
we did.
Why's that?
It's on the way
to Denver, ain't it?
Denver?
Damn it, you said
they had silver there,
didn't you?
I ain't talking
to you no more.
[Women laughing]
One time
and one wagon,
then to Mexico,
South America--
set up for good and all.
You know, I hear...
In South America,
they throw iron balls
at their cattle
down there.
[Song ends, applause]
Denver.
[New song begins]
You got a better idea?
Never did have ideas.
Somebody always told me
"do this" and "do that,"
and I just always
done it.
You know, no ideas.
July: Well...
It don't much matter
to me, John t.
Them is just...
Just fine.
[Speaking Spanish]
Señores, my sister
has a room.
It's $5.00
for the night.
You ain't got no sister.
Oh, yes, señor.
I have many sisters.
You like that one
over there?
Maybe the fat one?
I have a sister
for all of you.
2, if you like
to keep your back warm.
I wouldn't warm my feet
with any of that bunch.
I have a sister
at home, too.
For you, señor, $10.
She's not like
the pigs here.
Never mind.
Go give your ma
that dollar.
My real sister,
she's a virgin.
I swear by our lady
of Guadalupe.
A virgin, huh?
I swear by my dead father,
by the big breasts
of my mother,
by the eyes of--
all right, all right.
Before you swear US all
straight into hell,
fetch up a couple of pigs
here for my friends.
[Laughs]
B.d.: Now where
the hell is he going?
Girlin'.
I'm gone.
Hey.
[Laughs]
[Water splashes]
[Chicken clucks]
Are my friends
still at the cantina?
Sí, señor.
They eat some,
they throw up some,
then they eat
some more.
I don't reckon they got
the same kind of cooking
that I did.
Oh, no.
My sister Luz,
she's only
for the jefe.
I really ain't
the boss, beto.
I know.
When I care
for the horses, I know.
Tell your sister
she's nice--
really nice.
Sure.
She likes you,
too.
She never liked
any of the...
I mean--
yeah, I know what you mean.
Tell her...
Tell her from me
that she was a virgin.
Sure. I tell her.
Maybe I'll teach her
some English, too.
Next time,
tell her yourself.
Yeah, right.
Next time.
[Rock music begins]
Jeff Scott soto singing:
* cowboy
* you've been ridin'
for so long *
* workin' hard
to stay alive *
* you're a dreamer
* and your heart
is on fire *
* what will you do
to survive? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* cowboy
* I see danger
in your eyes *
* like a spark
from the sun *
* what will you do
in that moment *
* when you find yourself
under the gun? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* it's the call
of the wild *
* like a wind
* in your soul
* once you ride
* the crooked path
* you can never
* go home
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* renegade
* renegade
* renegade
[Gunfire]
J.t.:
Them's Cheyenne.
There ain't nothing
we can do.
We could
get in there
and stop them
wasting cartridges.
Damn fool farmers
from Ohio and Alabama
and such.
Aw, the hell with them.
Damn dumb farmers.
They're getting
what they asked for,
pushing in
where they ain't wanted.
Man: Look out behind!
[Gunfire
and men whooping]
Look out!
Get out quick!
Come on!
[Whooping]
Get up there.
Get over there!
Get!
Woman: Aah! Aah!
Come on!
Get the hell
back to your wagon!
No more shooting
until we give the word!
July: Cut those
dead animals loose!
Let's get this wagon
moving!
In a circle!
Come on! Come on!
Aah!
J.t.: Move it!
Get the horses
inside the circle!
Close up them wagons
a little closer.
Get them closer together.
Whoa, boy!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Hyah!
Pull in them mules.
Get them mules together.
[Whooping]
Get them horses
over to that side.
July: Hold up! Hold up!
Hold up! Hold up!
Come on!
Come on!
[Fires gun]
Stop shootin'
that thing!
Who the hell's
in charge here?
My name
is Tom jeffert.
Christ almighty,
a damn farmer.
I knew it.
These folks have
elected me trail boss.
Well, ain't that
just dandy?
The only plowing you're going
to be doing is graves.
All right,
move that--
hey, mister, we're
obliged for your help,
but we can manage
all right on our own.
Damn, I hate farmers.
I don't want to have to blow
your goddamn kneecap off.
I just want to be sure
these people
get to wherever the hell it is
you think you're taking them.
Now what's it going to be?
All right. We'll do
whatever you say.
You see how they're
just sitting out there?
That's because they're
fixing to wear you down,
run you short
of cartridges,
and then just walk in
and help themselves.
Now they see we're fixing
to change all that.
What are they doing
out there?
Well, their war chief,
he's cooking up
something else, I expect.
Well, you got
more people, right?
You're army scouts
or something.
No, there ain't no more,
and we ain't no such thing.
Why, hell,
we ain't no better off
than we were.
I don't want to have
to hit you again, jeffert.
We got about
16 guns with ours,
probably no more than
30 rounds apiece.
How long you been
throwing bullets away?
Did they parley first
or just come in?
Well, they...
What'd they want?
Well, they wanted
some horses and cows
and some other stuff.
And you said no?
Hell, these are
poor folks, boy.
I'm not going to start
giving away--
well, you're fixing
to throw their lives away.
Hey, July,
hold them stock there!
Yeah. Them 3 there
and them 2 nags.
Where the hell you going
with that stock?
I'm fixing to save
all our hides.
[Mooing]
[Neighs]
Get on back
to your wagon. Go on!
Doesn't look like
a lot of damage, huh?
Hey, look, mister,
if you give them
our horses,
then we're not going
to have enough stock
to pull these wagons.
Well, you'll be
leaving them
a couple
of your wagons, too.
Now, what good
is that going to do--
showing weakness?
They'll just
ride in here
and figure they can
take everything.
What would you do
if somebody came
traipsing onto your land
back in Ohio,
Mr. Jeffert?
All right,indiana.
Indiana.
I'd expect you'd either
charge them some
or run them off,
right?
It's not the same.
They're savages
out there.
Now what are they doing?
You reckon you killed
any of them?
Doesn't look like it.
How many
of your people hit?
A couple.
Those savages
are crazy.
They come
running in here,
jabbing at US
with those sticks,
then running off
hollering. I...
One of them got me
right here on the shoulder--
just light as a feather.
Counting coup.
What?
I'm saying that's just
like the Indian--
for the glory of it,
that's all.
They ain't much
on killing.
Of course,
we taught them better.
Good thing your people
ain't much at shooting.
Well, I reckon
they satisfied.
You mean that's all
there is to it, huh?
They're not going to be
vexing US anymore?
Oh, no.
It's a trick.
They'll be laying for US
up ahead. You watch it.
I'd say not--
not that bunch.
How far you going,
Mr. Jeffert?
Montana territory.
Well, you'll be out
of Cheyenne country soon.
Next will be sioux,
I expect, and...
Then Nez Perce.
[Loads gun]
Good luck, Mr. Jeffert.
Lord knows
you going to need it.
Thank you,
mister...
Uh, Coleman, ma'am.
John t.
You saved our lives.
My father, he just--
well, son...
If you have a mind
to come along with US...
We ain't.
Maybe for a day
or so.
Hey. You'll get
some good cookin'.
My daughter here
will make a biscuit
to take the wrinkles
out of your bellies.
What the hell you folks
doing out here, Mr. Jeffert?
Well, when we got
into St. Louis,
we were
2 weeks late.
Couldn't afford
to hang around,
so we figured
we might catch up
with the wagons.
Hell, Mr. Jeffert,
we ain't trail men.
Well, you know
the territory
and the Indians.
Denver's a ways north,
Santa fe south.
You might
find somebody there.
That'd be 2 weeks
out of our way, son.
You got any peaches?
Peaches?
Yeah.
In cans.
I just thought you being
out of St. Louis and all.
Are you sure you won't
change your mind?
I'm sorry,
Mr. Jeffert.
We got business
in Denver.
All right.
Good luck to you.
Thank you
for your help.
You ought to be all right
from here on, ma'am.
Just tell your pa
to put himself
in the other fella's boots...
Or moccasins.
They'll see
he ain't got much.
Y'all will be fine.
My name's
Mary Ellen.
Gee, that's a fine,
pretty name, ma'am.
Mary Ellen.
What's it like--
Montana territory,
Mr. Coleman?
I don't rightly know,
miss jeffert.
But I hear god lives there
when he decides to visit.
Indiana's
a fine place, too.
Ain't never been there,
neither.
Always wanted
to see Montana, though.
Especially now.
I hope...
I hope you do,
Mr. Coleman.
See Montana.
July: Wonder how
them settlers are makin' out.
B.d.:
Damn dumb farmers.
July:
Folks sure is funny--
farmin' and all,
I mean.
US followin' behind cows
like we done.
I don't find that
very funny.
Well, what I mean is
that folks put
their whole lives into it,
and--and...
And it don't
amount to much.
Take b.D. Here.
I'll bet he got more money
in his pocket right now
than he's had
in his entire life.
Well, what the hell's
that supposed to mean?
Well, I don't rightly know.
Least we ain't
no damn dumb farmers.
Or cowpokes.
Not no more.
Well, you're sure right
about that.
[Bird warbling]
[Coyote howling]
We're out of his county
by now.
Lot of lawmen
don't pay no mind
to county lines
and such.
Could be men
in that posse
had money
in that bank.
Well, there ain't
moon enough
for them to be
tracking at night.
$287 each man.
Seemed like a lot more
when we was getting it.
Way I look at it,
still a year's wages.
You two get
some shut-eye.
I'll take
the first watch.
B.d.: I don't know if
this is such a good idea.
J.t.:
We need grub, supplies.
We ain't sure if
that posse turned back.
Could've sidetracked.
We're shed of 'em.
Come on, birdshit.
Come on.
I ain't never seen
that brand before.
Double "c"?
July:
We's in Oklahoma,
or new Mexico, most likely.
The way we been side-slipping
and traipsing all over.
It's a nice spread.
Everything
right up to snuff.
J.t.:
Let's find out.
We'll sleep
a sight better
knowin' we got
some boundary lines
between US
and them citizens.
[Dinner bell ringing]
Gents.
Sam Harper.
You're in time
for supper,
but about a month late
for a job to work.
Supper will be just fine,
Mr. Harper.
We ain't lookin'
for work just now.
Well, this is
Mr. Charles Carter's place.
The double "c".
Mr. Carter's got some
sure fine stock, eh?
Racing blood in there.
Brought 'em in
from the east.
Mmm.
Mr. Carter sure like
clean lines, don't he?
That's the way he runs
the double "c", mister...
Trim and clean.
Well, scrape off of little
of that prairie there,
and tell li Hong I said
to lay out 3 more plates.
Yeah?
We're obliged,
sir.
Oh, uh, he'll holler
like a stuck hog.
Pay him no mind.
He's a chinaman.
Hell of a cook, though.
July: We'd be tending
fences long about now.
B.d.: Worse.
Be putting up
them horse sheds
that Mr. White
was figurin' on.
Hmm.
They say
in Montana...
It'll snow in July,
some years.
Well, I don't know
about that.
Or out in California,
they say a man can throw
a rock off a mountain--
by the time
it hits the bottom,
it'll gather up enough snow
to fill a boxcar.
And then it'll roll
smack dab in the middle
of that there
death valley,
[chuckling]
Fella told me
he seen it happen.
Said he seen a big pile
of snow sitting out there
in the middle
of that desert.
Is that the same fella
that seen them silver wagons
in Santa fe?
Now you mention it,
I reckon it was.
[Laughing]
Yeah, I expect a fella
believe most anything
if all he ever saw was
the ass-end of a cow.
[Laughter]
Well,
there ain't gonna be
nobody tellin' US
nothin' no more.
I'm sorry about
your leg, b.D.
Aw, I don't
think on it much.
It don't hurt bad
mostly.
We should've had the doctor
take that bullet out.
It was time we got out
of that territory.
Don't matter anyway.
We got the slug out.
We got it out.
You know,
it's a funny thing--
them knowin' our names
and all
clear up in Colorado.
And them wanted posters.
Sure was a...
Funny thing.
You still thinking,
July...
Finding
funny things?
I reckon I am.
We never showed back up
at the bar "y".
2 whites and a black.
2 whites and a black robbed
that bank in Texas
then tried for them
silver wagons in Denver.
Then the stage outside
of durango.
And the bank
in montrose.
I don't see
how it's very funny.
July:
Well, I reckon not.
But to see it wrote up
the way it was--
our names
and them drawings.
Hell, they didn't look
much like US.
Looked enough like US
to that marshal up there
in flagstaff!
How many is it now,
can you tell me that?
Well, it's hard to tell.
I mean,
them two in the posse...
Way we read it.
We ain't
killed nobody
that didn't try
and kill US first.
5, maybe 6.
Over a year.
And, uh, how much
we got all told?
Well...
1,300 a piece.
How much we got left?
Not much.
[Chuckles]
What the hell
is all this?
We're talkin'.
Well, I don't wanna talk
no more.
They was 6.
We killed 6,
my best recollect.
You been chewing on that
all this time?
Well...
As you said...
It was them
or US.
Well, it should
have been US.
They was the ones
in the right.
Sometimes
I feel like it was US,
you know?
If segura hadn't rode in
on US that night...
On that...Horse.
Ohh...
I ain't never regretted
that part of it.
Bad Jim.
Just Jim
from here on out,
like my granddad.
Granddad.
[Horse snorting]
[Whinnying]
Come on, boy.
Easy now.
Red devil
bastard.
John, Jesus god almighty,
get that horse out of there.
It's the sweet grass.
He smells it--
where they dug.
You read
that goddamn marker,
and you can say that?
All this time.
Come on, Jim...
There'll be oats and corn
in monterey.
Back, boy.
[Dogs barking]
It ain't Sunday,
is it?
No. It's Tuesday
or Wednesday.
Funny,
I ain't seen nobody.
That ain't funny, July.
What?
In that saloon,
man with a rifle.
Eased back
when I seen him.
And up on that roof
over to the left.
Sweet Jesus.
Oh, they're all over.
I believe
they're waitin' for US.
Oh,
they can't be.
Come on up
and bother US
in California.
They can't.
Well, they do.
We ain't gonna never see
that Montana territory.
I don't figure
to sit around no jail
waitin' to get my head
in a rope.
I expect we better take US
a little ride, pardos.
Sure you're right.
I still got
that $100 left
that says
me and birdshit
can beat the 2 of you
this time.
To the ocean?
God damn.
You's on.
[Laughter]
Run to the ocean!
Go on, go on!
[Whinnies]
Get out of there, John t.!
Get out of there!
B.d.!
J.t.: B.D.!
July!
Unh.
[Whinnies]
[Coyote howling]
Sorry, partners.
Sorry it took so damn long
to understand.
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Whinnies]
Easy, girl.
It's gonna
be all right.
[Whinnying]
You may not be
free and wild no more...
But there's
worse things, girl.
Yeah.
There's worse things
than being a cow pony...
In Montana.
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Whinnying]
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[Rock music begins]
Jeff Scott soto singing:
* cowboy
* you been ridin'
for so long *
* workin' hard
to stay alive *
* you're a dreamer
* and your heart
is on fire *
* what will you do
to survive? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up the fight
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up the fight
* renegade
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[Gunshot]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
[Owl hoots]
[Hoot]
[Whinnies]
Hello, by the fire.
Lay your hammers down.
It's a white man.
Ain't no goddamn hammers down
till we see empty hands,
sir, no matter
what the color is.
I'm about done in.
If you got food,
water...
Damn. Coming up on folks
that way.
I was fixin'
to call out, but...
Say, he's in a bad way.
Don't make sense,
stumbling in like he done.
Somebody after him,
I'd say.
If he's on the run,
that horse would be
lathered up.
But he was walking him.
We'd best stand watches.
We can sort it out
come morning.
We ain't seen
no comanche sign
for 3 days.
Yeah, I know.
Sounds all quiet
out there, but...
You reckon he'll make it
till the morning?
Well, if'n he do
or he don't,
US losing sleep
ain't gonna change it.
No. I'll look around.
Be rousting you directly.
You just gonna
let him lay there?
Well, he ain't bleeding
nowheres I can see.
Reckon he's just
plumb wore out.
Whoa, boy. Whoa, whoa.
[Whinnies]
Whoa, whoa. Calm down!
You damn jackass!
Whoa!
Ho, boy!
Easy now.
Whoa. Easy.
Good boy.
Easy.
He's ok now.
I'll bed him down.
I'll chew his damn ear off
to bed him down real proper.
No call for that.
He's been shot.
Well, I ain't shot him...Yet.
Reckon that's why
he's so skittish.
Lookie here.
They're long healed.
Look at this one.
Looks pretty fresh
to me.
Damned if I'm gonna
stand--next time--
my granddaddy
was with Andy Jackson
at New Orleans.
Got all shot up.
He'd get
pretty mean sometimes.
Mama always said
it was them old wounds,
sticking him,
galling him.
That's a goddamn
dumb-ass animal!
Ain't no Andy Jackson!
I wonder
where he got him.
I don't think he's moved
since he fell down there.
Well, he's still breathing.
We'll get some of this
down him.
Maybe he oughta
rest some more.
Maybe he was
snake bit or--
maybe he's got trouble
on his trail,
which we don't need
no part of.
You get it down him.
Oh, look like
he's coming 'round.
Mister.
We're pulling out.
Goin' south.
We're fixin' to give
you some beans,
maybe a little
water.
Horse. I need a horse.
Well, you got yourself
a horse. A fine horse.
I can pay.
I got...
Oh, ain't nobody took nothin'.
Just these here.
Fine.
I took the loads out
so's you wouldn't
hurt yourself.
I got hard money.
I'll pay $50 gold.
Well, we ain't got
no string,
just what we's settin'.
I'll swap.
Give you $20 boot.
I'll go 100.
[Whinnies]
[Whinnies]
This here's
a damn injun horse.
You killed an injun
and took him.
It ain't.
I swear it ain't.
Lord know they on your trail.
I ain't seen no Indian sign
for 100 miles.
Well, that's about when
we seen 'em last, b.D.
Maybe he's telling
the truth.
Well, if that don't beat all.
You got a deal.
Now hold on a minute.
I'm making the swap
here, b.D.
If he stole that horse
from a white man,
that's even worse.
It's my horse.
I never knowed a man to have
a horse he couldn't ride.
It was a friend's.
My partner, he died.
And how was that?
Stampede.
Got all busted up.
And you took his horse.
What do you figure
your partners to do
if you was to be took off?
You ain't worked
no cows.
Not with them
there hands.
I told you they's empty.
I reckon it ain't
hard to figure out
what kind of work
he does do.
My name is virgilio segura.
The law's been pushing me
for a week clean through Texas.
I've been out of food, water.
I recollect
there's a price on you.
Virgilio: $500.
I got about that much
in my poke.
Let me have a horse,
some food--
why should we
throw in with you
when we can get
the $500 legal?
I don't rightly know.
I don't much like
selling a man, b.D.
Not even for no $500.
Well, split 3 ways...
That'd be 2 years
of pushing cows north.
I don't know.
He ain't never
done me no hurt.
We ain't the law, b.D.
The law says you done
a sight of killin'.
Robbing banks and such.
I reckon it's a fact.
Jesus h.P.Q. Christ.
They say you run
with Billy the kid.
We covered
some ground together.
They say that both of you'd
shoot a man down
quick as you'd look at him.
I looked at the 3 of you
sleeping peaceful
last night.
How close was you when that
big red horse yelled out?
Was you in range or not?
Well, b.D., he does have
a rifle in that boot.
Virgilio: Well, friends.
My posse will be along
right soon.
Make up your minds.
They see US together,
hard to tell
what they might think.
I'm swapping me for a horse
and $20 to boot, b.D.
I'm ready to head south.
All right.
That's the way
of it, then.
You give John t.
Here the 20.
We ain't
your partners.
I still want
to buy some food.
Well, I got some jerky
I can spare.
Here.
Mmm.
They're double eagles.
Take one.
Oh, no. That little
bit of nothin'
ain't worth no $20.
Go on, take it.
I'm obliged.
No call to be.
It's none of our affair
what's 'twixt you
and the law.
I'm still obliged.
Maybe we'll cross
paths again...
If I'm luckier
than that posse.
That's not likely, mister.
We're taking
different roads.
Never know.
Crooked road's apt
to go anywhere.
Crossing the straight
and narrow like this time.
Here's your double eagle,
friend.
I can't take no boot.
Not for a horse like this.
He's something.
Right enough.
Not if he's stole.
Ain't nobody gonna be
claiming that animal, amigo.
Not in this world.
I don't suppose you helped
him on to the next.
Sheriff named Garrett
got him.
New Mexico territory.
You best not
know no more.
Adios, amigos.
I'm gonna call him Jim.
That was my granddad's name.
He brought me up.
B.d., you reckon that's
Billy the kid's horse?
He's my horse, Jim.
Come on.
Bad Jim.
[Whinnies]
Dang it.
You prove anything?
Well, I reckon not.
You figure he'll go like that
all the way to the bar "y"?
I don't see why not.
It's only a couple more
hundred miles.
C.j., these fellas are
just up from the north.
Well, now,
good to see you boys.
From the looks
of your goods,
you got a piece
to go.
Yes, sir. Carter valley.
Yes, we do.
Carter valley?
I did some trailing
years back.
Never got over
that way, though.
Let's see.
What do we got here?
Them beans and that flour.
$2.00 ought to cover it.
That's all right.
Make it $1.50.
We're obliged, sir.
Yes, sir.
Come back again.
Stop in next year,
and watch your trail.
How much is them peaches?
$1.00 the can.
$1.00 the can?
It's the freight,
son.
Clean all the way
from St. Louis.
Makes 'em dear.
I'll take 3 cans.
3 cans.
[Distant rumbling]
[Whinnies]
Smell a lion, Jim?
They come pretty big
up here, I reckon.
He don't smell no cat.
I thought I heard
something a bit ago.
Thunder.
No, it ain't thunder.
We best take a look-see.
[Men whooping]
Oh, if that
don't beat all.
Acting like a bunch
of wild young 'uns.
My grandpappy told me
the frenchies took it up.
They called it lacrosse.
What?
Lacrosse or some such.
That's what they call
them sticks they's using.
Growed men
carrying on that a way.
My grandpappy told me
that they wager
a sight of money on it.
They're trying to
get that teeny ball
betwixt them
little Poles.
That's it.
That ain't much.
Well, as you can see,
when you get another bunch
figuring on stopping you,
it can get to be
considerable.
Ooh, look at that
big 'UN go.
Look at that
big 'UN go.
He's gone about
as far as he's goin'.
[Laughing]
We might as well
call it a day.
Plenty of firewood, water.
Let's go on.
B.d.: Ain't no call
for no night riding.
We's the first ones
to hit the red as it is.
Well, I don't feel
like sleeping.
B.d.:
Well, I'm hungry.
Well, I ain't.
We ain't gonna find
no better place.
Nah. Horse shit
and gunpowder.
Well, I reckon I'll get them
beans and biscuits going.
I'm gonna get me
some fresh meat.
Oh, now, there's plenty
of jerky here.
Nah. I don't want
no jerky.
July: B.D.
B.d.: Hmm?
You reckon that's
the kid's horse sure enough?
It sure as hell was segura.
Shh--Jesus Christ.
[Gunshot]
[B.d. Laughs]
Sounds like he got himself
that fresh meat.
Mmm.
Segura had $500
in his poke.
He held it
right in his hand.
If we'd have took it,
we'd have been going
against the law.
We let him go anyway.
It wasn't the same.
He didn't buy US off,
John t.
We ain't the law,
John t.
We ain't nothin'.
No. You're a cow chaser,
same as US.
Ain't no way for it.
Maybe not and maybe so.
Christ on a mountain.
Man don't have to start
pulling a plow, you know?
Selling shoes.
Man could get a few head,
a little place of his own.
Somebody fixin' to die,
are they?
Leave you some property,
John t.?
All it takes
is a few hundred.
Tell me something, b.D.
How long you been
doing this here?
20 years,
less 3 for the war.
I ain't gonna be draggin' ass
into Kansas when I'm 50.
How much
you done put aside?
Well, I got my bonus
coming. That's $30.
And that clock.
How much it worth?
What, 15?
It's valuable.
Segura bought US these
at least.
$1.00 the can.
Mmm.
We hit laskey Springs
before sundown.
It ain't never dried out
before August.
I figure by tomorrow,
the day after that,
that ought to do it.
Old bar "y" will
look just fine, huh?
Yes, sir.
Just fine.
I ain't going back.
Son, you got your
bonus pay waiting.
You could do that
like you said,
get yourself a few head.
That's a fact.
Everybody ain't got
to piss their pay
away like b.D.
Hell, no.
I just never--
well, it's all right
with me,
somebody else
being boss and all.
Ain't nobody gonna die
and leave me nothing, b.D.
I'm just gonna go
and take it, I reckon.
Well, that's some talk
now, John t.
A man can't just up
and change his calling.
Some do. Segura did.
He owns up a poke
with $500 in it.
That's a ranch he's holding.
Jesus h.
Let's get US a damn drink.
We can't just stand here.
It don't look like much.
That town marshal, he don't
look like much neither,
but I don't believe
they give him that badge
just to keep his vest
from a'floppin'.
Gonna look a might different
with a gun in his hand.
Sure, you're right.
Piano man:
* good-night rhythm
* right and bold
* find your ear
and grabs ahold *
* no use struggling
* you been beat
* it's time to sing it
with your feet *
* sing it with your feet
* sing it with your feet
* sing it with your feet
* music wants
a pair of shoes *
* and it don't seem
to matter whose *
* you been chosen
* get out your seat
* and start singing
with your feet *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* yeah, sing
* go on and serenade
the floor *
* come on, dance
* yeah, that's what
your feet are for *
* well, now you got it
* how you doing?
* toes sure like
a chance to croon *
* so keep it simple,
nice and sweet *
* while you're singing
with your feet *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* yeah
* go on and sing it now
we could walk
right in there
and take
all they got.
And what if they don't figure
to give it to US?
That could happen.
That could happen,
John t.
Lookin' into 3 6-guns,
they ain't gonna give US
no trouble.
And what if they do?
What then?
You fixin' to shoot
somebody, John t.,
if it come down
to it?
They won't try nothing
once we got the drop on them.
All right.
We get the money
and we get out,
what do you figure
that marshal's
gonna be doing?
Hell, we'll be long gone
before he knows
anything about it.
Yeah.
Then we got the money,
and we got the posse
on our trail
just like segura.
B.d.: And then we run,
and we don't stop running,
you know?
I didn't ask you to come.
I'm just gonna do it.
* life is sweet
* why don't you sing it
with your feet? *
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
* singing with your feet
[applause]
Hey, little bit.
* how long has it been now?
* forever
* since I last saw her,
Callie *
* oh, Callie
I don't much care
about the money.
But it ain't gonna happen
the way you say, John t.
Ain't no way
we can figure it that way.
Somebody in that bank or on
that street gonna have a gun,
and if they use it, what then?
Somebody starts
shooting at me,
then I reckon
I'll shoot back.
I ain't never
killed nobody...
'Cept in the war.
Maybe some injuns.
Well, I was in some
range trouble once.
A whole mess of shootin'.
I reckon--yeah,
I reckon maybe i--
somebody starts
shooting at you,
ain't much else a man can do,
I don't reckon.
Yeah, I reckon.
Buy me a drink, boys?
Or you could
buy the bottle,
and we can go upstairs
and work on it.
How much would it be,
a bottle like that?
Mmm.
$5.00.
How about that little lady
over there by the piano?
* oh, Callie
* from the skies a'blazin'
how much it be for her
to fetch US up the bottle?
You got $50, have you?
50?
I'd give my right arm.
No. Miss Callie don't take
nothing but hard cash.
'Course, now, the mayor
won't be in until later,
and if you boys
have got the $50...
* now all by my lonesome
* I've grown some
* perhaps from knowing Callie
* darlin' Callie
* Callie, there's no more
town marshal's
Sam tillman, boys.
You better give this
another think.
Our marshal's
never had a holdup.
You tell your marshal--
tell him Billy Bonney
don't give a damn
for no Sam tillman.
Get them cash drawers!
Stay nice and quiet,
and we won't have
no trouble.
Somebody comin'.
I don't allow how bill Bonney
would give a damn
about anything
along about now.
Pat Garrett
done took care of that.
You seen Billy the kid
go down? Did you?
The whole territory heard--
I don't want
to hear no more.
Segura, how we doing?
[Spanish accent]
We're cleaning 'em out, kid.
The vault, get it open.
We're gonna have the whole
damn county in here.
The vault.
The marshal has the key
in his office.
You're a liar.
No, I swear, it's the truth.
That's how tillman
runs his town.
You picked
the wrong place, son.
Shut up. I don't want
to hear no more talk.
We got plenty,
kid. Come on.
He would not try
to lie to you.
Oh, no. There's a wagon
pulling up out front.
I swear to god, Mr. Bonney.
All right, everybody
against that far wall,
and don't turn around.
We'll be watching
from outside. Move!
Remember, stay put.
We're watching.
Marshal!
Marshal!
We've been robbed!
Could've took
the easy way around.
Ain't nobody back there.
You can see for 20 miles.
Hey, I just got
a goddamn feeling.
Look, we got the money.
Nobody got hurt.
We're clear.
That's all
there is to it.
Maybe we should
head back west,
get back
to the bar "y"
pretty near on schedule.
Nobody would know.
I told you,
I'm done with that.
I just mean that maybe
we should lay low--
just keep on working
like nothing happened.
Nobody would know
it was US.
You can do as you please,
but I'm done with it.
Oh, John t., hellfire.
I just meant that--
I'm going on with it
until I get enough.
Uh-huh.
And when is that
going to be?
The way I figure, we got
about 4, $500 apiece
right now.
A man can get himself
a nice piece of land.
And have the bankers
robbing US
with their mortgages
and all?
That makes
a lot of sense.
So you figuring
to get enough
to set up like
the bar "y," is you?
10,000--
that's what I'm figuring.
10,000?
Sure.
The 3 of US,
we could go partners.
Wouldn't take long.
It'd be kind of nice
seeing cows get fat
for our own pocket.
You bet it would.
We'd have to hire
a few extra hands.
Of course, we'd be
working owners.
[Laughs]
I'd damn sure have them
calling me "mister."
[Laughs]
Mister July.
That's your given name,
isn't it?
Yeah. That's
the only thing I got.
Never had any other.
That is, until now.
Now that i'm
a man of property,
I reckon I better get me
another name.
July Coleman.
That sounds fine.
July Coleman.
You sure--you sure
that'd be all right,
using your name
and such?
Hey, we're partners,
ain't we?
Sure. You right.
I know you right.
[Laughs]
B.d.: Excuse me, boys.
Before you brand
all them cows,
we best do US
some fancy figuring.
Why's that?
Why? What's
the matter?
Look yonder.
Right there,
where we come from.
I don't see nothing.
What do you mean,
you don't see nothing?
Right under there,
under that goddamn Ridge.
Oh, come on, b.D. Ain't
nothing but a dust devil.
There's a devil
in that dust, all right,
wearing a goddamn
marshal's badge.
That ain't him.
It can't be.
We trailed through water,
stayed on hard ground.
And he's right behind US,
straight as a string.
It looks like
he's got a good bunch
with him, too.
J.t.: It could be
anything--
buffalo, Indian camp
on the move.
No way of telling
it's him from here.
Oh, yeah.
Well, they're
coming fast.
You want to wait
until we see the sun
off of that badge?
B.d.: God damn it.
July: Well, I reckon
he wasn't faking.
That damn leg
must've pulled.
B.d.: Well,
he's done for.
You ok?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I felt him going down,
kicked loose.
Well, leave your gear.
That damn beast won't let
nobody sit on him but you.
He'll do like I tell him.
Come on.
Ride double?
We ain't got a prayer.
We ain't leaving you here.
Come on,
you two get moving.
I'll slow them
down some.
Not here--that rise.
We'll never make
that rise.
They're too damn close.
We'll make it.
Come on, boy.
Easy now.
July, you take my horse.
I'll stay here,
make them back off
a ways.
There's no cover here.
We got to make it
to them rocks.
Well, riding double
thataway--
me and Jim will be there.
You want to bet
a hundred of your share
that we won't be first?
[Laughs]
Well, goddamn.
[Smacks lips]
Come on.
There ain't no horse
that can run thataway.
He's finished.
Aw, he's still sound.
There's a Ridge
yonder ways.
You want to lose
another hundred?
I ain't going to kill
bird shit,
but damned if I don't think
he could go it.
They even
dropping back a ways.
Let's get higher--
let the animals
cool down,
pick up some cover.
They still coming.
They ain't going to quit,
and we ain't going
to quit, neither.
Gets kind of
uncomplicated, don't it?
Once the man's mind
is made up.
[Laughs]
That must be
tillman
out in front
on the gray.
July:
God damn his hide.
He must not be
over much,
riding onto that Ridge--
perfect for setting
a trap like it is.
Likely they're figuring
US to keep running.
Well, they're
figuring wrong.
July: 8...
9...
9 to 3.
Sam tillman--they seem
to set great store in him.
He ain't even
slowing down, either.
Well, with him
out of the way,
I don't allow
them citizens
will want to fool with it
on their own.
Damn him!
Why don't he turn back?
Why don't he
look up here?
Tillman!
[Gunshot]
[Bullet ricochets]
Damn him.
I got him.
Did you see?
I got him.
He went down.
2 of them went down.
We got to keep them
out of the rocks.
[Gunfire]
They're quitting,
John t.
John t., they done had
enough now. They're gone.
We got the marshal.
They'll think on it now.
July: Yeah, I reckon.
I reckon they'll
call it off,
get their wounded
back to a doctor.
A couple of them
ain't moving.
They're past doctoring,
I allow.
Well, we ain't even
in his county no more.
He didn't have no right
crowding US.
Well, there ain't
no way for it now.
Well, a couple of their
horses is running loose.
Likely as not we get a rope
over one of them, huh?
Well, I'll tend to it.
Keep an eye on them
for me.
Get me that gray one.
That marshal was riding
that gray one, wasn't he?
Yeah. We figured it
to be him.
Well, they still going.
Reckon they don't want
no more part of US.
I reckon not.
[Spins chamber of gun]
You know,
I reckon I hit one of them.
You see that fella
in that green coat
with them 2 six-shooters?
I think I hit him.
Hard to tell--
all that shooting.
Hard to tell.
[Sighs]
I'm sure you right,
but I...
I think I hit him.
Damn store clerks
and the like--
they ain't got
no stomach for it.
Clerks and cowhands.
[Bird chirps]
Ahh!
Whoa, boy, whoa.
Whoa.
They ain't coming.
We're shed of them.
I'm sure you're right.
They figured US to be
headed to Oklahoma.
Ha ha! Slipping over to
new Mexico like we done.
I ain't never been to
new Mexico territory before.
Well, I been
to El Paso once.
Well, I don't figure
it much different,
new Mexico.
We could head south.
I ain't never seen
El Paso.
Ain't much to see.
I hear they got silver
over around Santa fe.
Now, I ain't never
heard of that.
A fella on a drive
told me.
Bring it in
on them wagons, he said,
from the mines.
Guards on them wagons,
I expect.
He didn't say nothing
about there being guards.
Well, piss
on the parade,
if you had wagons
full of silver...
Oh, now, b.D.,
it wouldn't hurt
to take a look
at it now, huh?
Well, I'd rather go after
one wagon full of silver
than 6 or 8 banks.
There'll be
goddamn guards
on them goddamn wagons.
All right, there will be.
If there's wagons
full of silver,
we'll go after them.
Guards or no guards?
Like as not,
we killed that marshal,
so I don't reckon it makes
no never mind no more.
I don't suppose
it does.
Well?
Which way is Santa fe?
[Man singing in Spanish]
[People chattering]
[Singing in Spanish]
Santa fe,
wagons full of silver.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
He told me he seen it
with his own eyes.
Denver. Now, if he'd of
said Denver...
Aw, he said Santa fe.
Well, he's a goddamn liar.
There's a bank.
We didn't come all this way
just to find a bank.
It's just as well
we did.
Why's that?
It's on the way
to Denver, ain't it?
Denver?
Damn it, you said
they had silver there,
didn't you?
I ain't talking
to you no more.
[Women laughing]
One time
and one wagon,
then to Mexico,
South America--
set up for good and all.
You know, I hear...
In South America,
they throw iron balls
at their cattle
down there.
[Song ends, applause]
Denver.
[New song begins]
You got a better idea?
Never did have ideas.
Somebody always told me
"do this" and "do that,"
and I just always
done it.
You know, no ideas.
July: Well...
It don't much matter
to me, John t.
Them is just...
Just fine.
[Speaking Spanish]
Señores, my sister
has a room.
It's $5.00
for the night.
You ain't got no sister.
Oh, yes, señor.
I have many sisters.
You like that one
over there?
Maybe the fat one?
I have a sister
for all of you.
2, if you like
to keep your back warm.
I wouldn't warm my feet
with any of that bunch.
I have a sister
at home, too.
For you, señor, $10.
She's not like
the pigs here.
Never mind.
Go give your ma
that dollar.
My real sister,
she's a virgin.
I swear by our lady
of Guadalupe.
A virgin, huh?
I swear by my dead father,
by the big breasts
of my mother,
by the eyes of--
all right, all right.
Before you swear US all
straight into hell,
fetch up a couple of pigs
here for my friends.
[Laughs]
B.d.: Now where
the hell is he going?
Girlin'.
I'm gone.
Hey.
[Laughs]
[Water splashes]
[Chicken clucks]
Are my friends
still at the cantina?
Sí, señor.
They eat some,
they throw up some,
then they eat
some more.
I don't reckon they got
the same kind of cooking
that I did.
Oh, no.
My sister Luz,
she's only
for the jefe.
I really ain't
the boss, beto.
I know.
When I care
for the horses, I know.
Tell your sister
she's nice--
really nice.
Sure.
She likes you,
too.
She never liked
any of the...
I mean--
yeah, I know what you mean.
Tell her...
Tell her from me
that she was a virgin.
Sure. I tell her.
Maybe I'll teach her
some English, too.
Next time,
tell her yourself.
Yeah, right.
Next time.
[Rock music begins]
Jeff Scott soto singing:
* cowboy
* you've been ridin'
for so long *
* workin' hard
to stay alive *
* you're a dreamer
* and your heart
is on fire *
* what will you do
to survive? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* cowboy
* I see danger
in your eyes *
* like a spark
from the sun *
* what will you do
in that moment *
* when you find yourself
under the gun? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* it's the call
of the wild *
* like a wind
* in your soul
* once you ride
* the crooked path
* you can never
* go home
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up
the fight *
* renegade
* renegade
* renegade
[Gunfire]
J.t.:
Them's Cheyenne.
There ain't nothing
we can do.
We could
get in there
and stop them
wasting cartridges.
Damn fool farmers
from Ohio and Alabama
and such.
Aw, the hell with them.
Damn dumb farmers.
They're getting
what they asked for,
pushing in
where they ain't wanted.
Man: Look out behind!
[Gunfire
and men whooping]
Look out!
Get out quick!
Come on!
[Whooping]
Get up there.
Get over there!
Get!
Woman: Aah! Aah!
Come on!
Get the hell
back to your wagon!
No more shooting
until we give the word!
July: Cut those
dead animals loose!
Let's get this wagon
moving!
In a circle!
Come on! Come on!
Aah!
J.t.: Move it!
Get the horses
inside the circle!
Close up them wagons
a little closer.
Get them closer together.
Whoa, boy!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
Hyah!
Pull in them mules.
Get them mules together.
[Whooping]
Get them horses
over to that side.
July: Hold up! Hold up!
Hold up! Hold up!
Come on!
Come on!
[Fires gun]
Stop shootin'
that thing!
Who the hell's
in charge here?
My name
is Tom jeffert.
Christ almighty,
a damn farmer.
I knew it.
These folks have
elected me trail boss.
Well, ain't that
just dandy?
The only plowing you're going
to be doing is graves.
All right,
move that--
hey, mister, we're
obliged for your help,
but we can manage
all right on our own.
Damn, I hate farmers.
I don't want to have to blow
your goddamn kneecap off.
I just want to be sure
these people
get to wherever the hell it is
you think you're taking them.
Now what's it going to be?
All right. We'll do
whatever you say.
You see how they're
just sitting out there?
That's because they're
fixing to wear you down,
run you short
of cartridges,
and then just walk in
and help themselves.
Now they see we're fixing
to change all that.
What are they doing
out there?
Well, their war chief,
he's cooking up
something else, I expect.
Well, you got
more people, right?
You're army scouts
or something.
No, there ain't no more,
and we ain't no such thing.
Why, hell,
we ain't no better off
than we were.
I don't want to have
to hit you again, jeffert.
We got about
16 guns with ours,
probably no more than
30 rounds apiece.
How long you been
throwing bullets away?
Did they parley first
or just come in?
Well, they...
What'd they want?
Well, they wanted
some horses and cows
and some other stuff.
And you said no?
Hell, these are
poor folks, boy.
I'm not going to start
giving away--
well, you're fixing
to throw their lives away.
Hey, July,
hold them stock there!
Yeah. Them 3 there
and them 2 nags.
Where the hell you going
with that stock?
I'm fixing to save
all our hides.
[Mooing]
[Neighs]
Get on back
to your wagon. Go on!
Doesn't look like
a lot of damage, huh?
Hey, look, mister,
if you give them
our horses,
then we're not going
to have enough stock
to pull these wagons.
Well, you'll be
leaving them
a couple
of your wagons, too.
Now, what good
is that going to do--
showing weakness?
They'll just
ride in here
and figure they can
take everything.
What would you do
if somebody came
traipsing onto your land
back in Ohio,
Mr. Jeffert?
All right,indiana.
Indiana.
I'd expect you'd either
charge them some
or run them off,
right?
It's not the same.
They're savages
out there.
Now what are they doing?
You reckon you killed
any of them?
Doesn't look like it.
How many
of your people hit?
A couple.
Those savages
are crazy.
They come
running in here,
jabbing at US
with those sticks,
then running off
hollering. I...
One of them got me
right here on the shoulder--
just light as a feather.
Counting coup.
What?
I'm saying that's just
like the Indian--
for the glory of it,
that's all.
They ain't much
on killing.
Of course,
we taught them better.
Good thing your people
ain't much at shooting.
Well, I reckon
they satisfied.
You mean that's all
there is to it, huh?
They're not going to be
vexing US anymore?
Oh, no.
It's a trick.
They'll be laying for US
up ahead. You watch it.
I'd say not--
not that bunch.
How far you going,
Mr. Jeffert?
Montana territory.
Well, you'll be out
of Cheyenne country soon.
Next will be sioux,
I expect, and...
Then Nez Perce.
[Loads gun]
Good luck, Mr. Jeffert.
Lord knows
you going to need it.
Thank you,
mister...
Uh, Coleman, ma'am.
John t.
You saved our lives.
My father, he just--
well, son...
If you have a mind
to come along with US...
We ain't.
Maybe for a day
or so.
Hey. You'll get
some good cookin'.
My daughter here
will make a biscuit
to take the wrinkles
out of your bellies.
What the hell you folks
doing out here, Mr. Jeffert?
Well, when we got
into St. Louis,
we were
2 weeks late.
Couldn't afford
to hang around,
so we figured
we might catch up
with the wagons.
Hell, Mr. Jeffert,
we ain't trail men.
Well, you know
the territory
and the Indians.
Denver's a ways north,
Santa fe south.
You might
find somebody there.
That'd be 2 weeks
out of our way, son.
You got any peaches?
Peaches?
Yeah.
In cans.
I just thought you being
out of St. Louis and all.
Are you sure you won't
change your mind?
I'm sorry,
Mr. Jeffert.
We got business
in Denver.
All right.
Good luck to you.
Thank you
for your help.
You ought to be all right
from here on, ma'am.
Just tell your pa
to put himself
in the other fella's boots...
Or moccasins.
They'll see
he ain't got much.
Y'all will be fine.
My name's
Mary Ellen.
Gee, that's a fine,
pretty name, ma'am.
Mary Ellen.
What's it like--
Montana territory,
Mr. Coleman?
I don't rightly know,
miss jeffert.
But I hear god lives there
when he decides to visit.
Indiana's
a fine place, too.
Ain't never been there,
neither.
Always wanted
to see Montana, though.
Especially now.
I hope...
I hope you do,
Mr. Coleman.
See Montana.
July: Wonder how
them settlers are makin' out.
B.d.:
Damn dumb farmers.
July:
Folks sure is funny--
farmin' and all,
I mean.
US followin' behind cows
like we done.
I don't find that
very funny.
Well, what I mean is
that folks put
their whole lives into it,
and--and...
And it don't
amount to much.
Take b.D. Here.
I'll bet he got more money
in his pocket right now
than he's had
in his entire life.
Well, what the hell's
that supposed to mean?
Well, I don't rightly know.
Least we ain't
no damn dumb farmers.
Or cowpokes.
Not no more.
Well, you're sure right
about that.
[Bird warbling]
[Coyote howling]
We're out of his county
by now.
Lot of lawmen
don't pay no mind
to county lines
and such.
Could be men
in that posse
had money
in that bank.
Well, there ain't
moon enough
for them to be
tracking at night.
$287 each man.
Seemed like a lot more
when we was getting it.
Way I look at it,
still a year's wages.
You two get
some shut-eye.
I'll take
the first watch.
B.d.: I don't know if
this is such a good idea.
J.t.:
We need grub, supplies.
We ain't sure if
that posse turned back.
Could've sidetracked.
We're shed of 'em.
Come on, birdshit.
Come on.
I ain't never seen
that brand before.
Double "c"?
July:
We's in Oklahoma,
or new Mexico, most likely.
The way we been side-slipping
and traipsing all over.
It's a nice spread.
Everything
right up to snuff.
J.t.:
Let's find out.
We'll sleep
a sight better
knowin' we got
some boundary lines
between US
and them citizens.
[Dinner bell ringing]
Gents.
Sam Harper.
You're in time
for supper,
but about a month late
for a job to work.
Supper will be just fine,
Mr. Harper.
We ain't lookin'
for work just now.
Well, this is
Mr. Charles Carter's place.
The double "c".
Mr. Carter's got some
sure fine stock, eh?
Racing blood in there.
Brought 'em in
from the east.
Mmm.
Mr. Carter sure like
clean lines, don't he?
That's the way he runs
the double "c", mister...
Trim and clean.
Well, scrape off of little
of that prairie there,
and tell li Hong I said
to lay out 3 more plates.
Yeah?
We're obliged,
sir.
Oh, uh, he'll holler
like a stuck hog.
Pay him no mind.
He's a chinaman.
Hell of a cook, though.
July: We'd be tending
fences long about now.
B.d.: Worse.
Be putting up
them horse sheds
that Mr. White
was figurin' on.
Hmm.
They say
in Montana...
It'll snow in July,
some years.
Well, I don't know
about that.
Or out in California,
they say a man can throw
a rock off a mountain--
by the time
it hits the bottom,
it'll gather up enough snow
to fill a boxcar.
And then it'll roll
smack dab in the middle
of that there
death valley,
[chuckling]
Fella told me
he seen it happen.
Said he seen a big pile
of snow sitting out there
in the middle
of that desert.
Is that the same fella
that seen them silver wagons
in Santa fe?
Now you mention it,
I reckon it was.
[Laughing]
Yeah, I expect a fella
believe most anything
if all he ever saw was
the ass-end of a cow.
[Laughter]
Well,
there ain't gonna be
nobody tellin' US
nothin' no more.
I'm sorry about
your leg, b.D.
Aw, I don't
think on it much.
It don't hurt bad
mostly.
We should've had the doctor
take that bullet out.
It was time we got out
of that territory.
Don't matter anyway.
We got the slug out.
We got it out.
You know,
it's a funny thing--
them knowin' our names
and all
clear up in Colorado.
And them wanted posters.
Sure was a...
Funny thing.
You still thinking,
July...
Finding
funny things?
I reckon I am.
We never showed back up
at the bar "y".
2 whites and a black.
2 whites and a black robbed
that bank in Texas
then tried for them
silver wagons in Denver.
Then the stage outside
of durango.
And the bank
in montrose.
I don't see
how it's very funny.
July:
Well, I reckon not.
But to see it wrote up
the way it was--
our names
and them drawings.
Hell, they didn't look
much like US.
Looked enough like US
to that marshal up there
in flagstaff!
How many is it now,
can you tell me that?
Well, it's hard to tell.
I mean,
them two in the posse...
Way we read it.
We ain't
killed nobody
that didn't try
and kill US first.
5, maybe 6.
Over a year.
And, uh, how much
we got all told?
Well...
1,300 a piece.
How much we got left?
Not much.
[Chuckles]
What the hell
is all this?
We're talkin'.
Well, I don't wanna talk
no more.
They was 6.
We killed 6,
my best recollect.
You been chewing on that
all this time?
Well...
As you said...
It was them
or US.
Well, it should
have been US.
They was the ones
in the right.
Sometimes
I feel like it was US,
you know?
If segura hadn't rode in
on US that night...
On that...Horse.
Ohh...
I ain't never regretted
that part of it.
Bad Jim.
Just Jim
from here on out,
like my granddad.
Granddad.
[Horse snorting]
[Whinnying]
Come on, boy.
Easy now.
Red devil
bastard.
John, Jesus god almighty,
get that horse out of there.
It's the sweet grass.
He smells it--
where they dug.
You read
that goddamn marker,
and you can say that?
All this time.
Come on, Jim...
There'll be oats and corn
in monterey.
Back, boy.
[Dogs barking]
It ain't Sunday,
is it?
No. It's Tuesday
or Wednesday.
Funny,
I ain't seen nobody.
That ain't funny, July.
What?
In that saloon,
man with a rifle.
Eased back
when I seen him.
And up on that roof
over to the left.
Sweet Jesus.
Oh, they're all over.
I believe
they're waitin' for US.
Oh,
they can't be.
Come on up
and bother US
in California.
They can't.
Well, they do.
We ain't gonna never see
that Montana territory.
I don't figure
to sit around no jail
waitin' to get my head
in a rope.
I expect we better take US
a little ride, pardos.
Sure you're right.
I still got
that $100 left
that says
me and birdshit
can beat the 2 of you
this time.
To the ocean?
God damn.
You's on.
[Laughter]
Run to the ocean!
Go on, go on!
[Whinnies]
Get out of there, John t.!
Get out of there!
B.d.!
J.t.: B.D.!
July!
Unh.
[Whinnies]
[Coyote howling]
Sorry, partners.
Sorry it took so damn long
to understand.
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Whinnies]
Easy, girl.
It's gonna
be all right.
[Whinnying]
You may not be
free and wild no more...
But there's
worse things, girl.
Yeah.
There's worse things
than being a cow pony...
In Montana.
[Neighing]
[Neighing]
[Whinnying]
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[Rock music begins]
Jeff Scott soto singing:
* cowboy
* you been ridin'
for so long *
* workin' hard
to stay alive *
* you're a dreamer
* and your heart
is on fire *
* what will you do
to survive? *
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up the fight
* renegade
* step into the night
* follow
* your heart
* renegade
* don't give up the fight
* renegade