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[Gunshot]

[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]

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

* 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

* 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

* 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

[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!

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

[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!

[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]

[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]

[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

Bad Jim (1990) - full transcript