Cassidy Red (2017) - full transcript

Long day?

Long life.

What's your name?

Susannah.

Ooh! Lovely.

What's you real name, Sugar?

I don't even tell my

customers that.

Why should I tell you?

Don't tell me, then.

Quinn, I suppose.

Even lovelier.

What do they call you?

Can't remember.

Make it Cricket.

Yeah, them boys outta Texas

know a lot more about cowhide

than they do about a woman's.

Where you from, Q?

It doesn't matter.

It's my gift to you.

Obliged.

New Orleans.

Amarillo, El Paso, Tombstone.

You may have seen more of

these territories than I have.

Well, they can keep them territories.

Got any smoke on ya?

Ain't proper for a young gal

like yourself

to be poisoning your..

Either you give it to me

or I start scratching around

on the floorboards

for a soggy little stub.

Obliged.

My playin' may be poor, but I'm

not entirely sure that's necessary.

Found it under my bed.

I suppose a little friend in

your garter could be a blessing.

Don't play that.

Oh, I like this tune.

Well, I don't. Stop playing it.

I gotta play something.

You looking to play it with a harp?

I think I told you to stop.

I ain't them boys, Miss Q.

I ain't never even been to Texas.

Do you suppose a gun this small

would be enough to put me down?

You think it'd kill me outright,

or would I have to bleed to death?

So much tawdriness comin'

from such a lovely place.

This is how you like your women,

piano man?

Everything looks much lovelier

when the sun comes up.

Or at least less ugly.

This territory can be punishing.

But you strike me as

especially stubborn.

Survivors are stubborn.

I knew a survivor like you once.

She was the meanest, stubbornest,

most savagely beautiful,

hellfire-and-brimstone,

spittin' she-devil to ever

spread hateful blood

on the same boards you're

standing now.

You offerin' me a bedtime story?

Thought you had a date with

a Derringer.

Some years ago

when the brass on that bar

wasn't quite so tarnished

and the flies in them whiskey bottles

still had..

Wait.

You told this story before.

I reckon' I have.

And that's the way you start it?

That's the way it starts.

Ain't you gonna give it a name?

Any good story's gotta have a name.

The Tale of Cassidy Red:

A ballad of love and hate.

Can I get something for ya?

You had me worried you

weren't gonna

make it tonight, handsome.

What's a girl gotta do to get

you alone?

Sounds fun.

What do you say we go upstairs

and get a little cozier?

What the hell are you

thinking calling me that?

Why don't you just use my real

name while you're at it?

Well, maybe I should have

just called you Ginger?

Did you even bother reading

my letter?

I gave you specific

instructions, Rowena.

I thought you wanted to be invisible.

Invisible like water, not molasses.

Well, they don't serve either

in this place.

He's gonna be here any minute.

He's not coming in here until

I says so.

What did you tell him?

Don't you worry.

I told him exactly what he

needed to hear.

And he'll definitely be here?

What did I say?

I need a brush.

Give me the belt.

You have to be joking.

Where are you gonna hide

holsters in a corset?

Give me the belt.

Look, I'm just gonna drop them

the minute he closes the door.

And make a goddamn racket

doin' it,

but you get close enough,

and you can choke

the sound of this little

bastard off in his beard.

It's a whore's gun.

Well, that sure as hell ain't

no missionary costume.

Anybody washed this thing

since Harley died in it?

You ready?

I'll take that as a yes.

That was fast.

Too drunk to get his boots off.

Left him passed out in my bed.

Want me to get Davy and Elle

to toss him out?

Let him sleep it off for a few.

When he wakes me might not

remember he already paid me.

Whiskey me, Honey?

You may want to rat hole some

of that silver, Rowena.

He's here early.

Yours?

All yours.

Is she here?

She certainly is.

Think I'll like her?

Oh, I think you'll be very..

What's that word you always use?

Satiated.

You'll be that.

You give her the twice over?

I don't wanna go up there and get

a switch blade in between the ribs.

Don't you trust me, Darlin'?

You got something for me, Kearny?

It's, uh, Saturday.

Has been all day.

Will be for a few hours more.

I mean, isn't Monday the day?

You can't expect me to cancel

my plans

and come all the way across

the street

to settle something that could have

been sorted on Saturday evening.

Can you?

You gotta give me some time

to get my affairs in order.

I can give you an hour to get

your affairs in order.

How about that?

Apologies for my rudeness..

Though I must admit,

I was selfishly hoping

I might catch you in a moment

of impropriety.

I just want you to know how

happy I am

to have you with us.

See, I pride myself on being

a good host,

so any girls that join us here

in a professional capacity,

well, I like to welcome them...

Personally.

I like to think of myself as

the Royal food taster,

risking harm to my person,

so as to shelter our customers

from any potential poison in

the product.

Now there's no need to

sequester yourself in the shadows.

If an egotist, like Rowena admits

to a new hire being attractive,

well, then it certainly

is not a matter of opinion,

so come on out here.

Let's have a look at you.

Well, if it isn't

Miss Josephine Cassidy.

Make peace with your God, Tom.

For what crime do I owe this

death sentence, hmm?

Loving you?

How about killing an innocent man?

Doesn't a dying man deserve

one last smoke, Cass?

How'd you do it?

How'd I do what?

How'd you kill him?

The red skinned paramour.

Wasn't Rowena supposed to talk

you into using a Derringer?

You think I'd trade my weapon

for an empty garter gun?

I suppose the daughter of a whore is

smart enough to know never to trust one.

You've got exactly five seconds to

unburden yourself and confess to me

how you killed Jakob.

Or I could leave it a mystery

and splatter your brains all

over the wall.

Who told you I killed him?

Five...

Oh, your trustworthy old pal, Rowena.

Four.

Scrupulous to a fault, that one.

I mean, when was the last time a hooker

lied to get something they wanted?

Three.

Who says Jakob is dead?

Or maybe she told you exactly

what you needed to hear

to get you to come back.

Back to this town.

Back to me.

You're lyin'.

Am I?

I am so happy that you're

home, Cass.

We all are. Aren't we boys?

Y'all remember Joe Cassidy?

Of course you do.

Who could forget a prickly

pear like her?

I like your new hair, Darlin'.

It softens your face.

I am sorry if I hurt you, Joe,

but you hurt me first.

Matter of fact,

you shattered my heart

into jagged shards and then sprinkled

them pieces all over that campfire.

If you have any heart still

left to beat,

I aim to silence it for good.

That's my girl,

staunch to the last.

Let's find this heartbreaker

a soft place to lay down

them fiery locks, shall we, boys?

And how did you think this

was going to end exactly?

With your blood on my boots.

Well, I'll be.

This bracelet fits a lot better

than that ring you lost

interest in so quickly.

Ain't neither of you long for

this world.

Enjoy your last night together.

Joe?

Jake?

You're alive.

I am now.

Lemme guess.

They share some poison berries

that Jakob had holstered just

in case this ever happened?

Not every one in every story

is quite as hung up

on martyrdom as you are. Since

I don't know what that word means,

I'm gonna go ahead and take

it as a compliment.

They say that when lovers are

pulled apart by fate and circumstance,

their bond is only strengthened,

as if the heart responds to

challenge with resolve.

Are you an authority on love, Cricket?

May I continue?

Josephine Cassidy

was conceived and delivered

in that room right there,

daughter of Harley O'Houlihan,

one of the founding members of

Belle Vue's most profitable enterprise,

and Cort Cassidy,

part-time killer, full-time drinker.

A young girl who grows up in

a saloon,

sees and hears things no child

should ever have to,

but when Harley went to work,

she'd banish her daughter

from the Belle for days at a time.

Joe would ride out to Cort's ranch

half a day's ride south of Ruby.

Often as always,

Rowena would come along.

She was a product of the

barkeep taking liberties

with one of Harley's gals,

pretty young thing named Jill,

who died giving birth.

Nobody in Ruby paid Rowena no

never mind,

so she followed Joe back and

forth across that desert,

looked up to her like a sister.

Besides the occasional meal,

Cort only really had one thing

to offer his daughter,

after all,

even when half in the bag,

he was still a sinister shot.

Hey!

Back in them days,

a hired trigger like Cort Cassidy

could wipe entire families of

Apache off their land,

spilling orphans into the desert.

One of them orphans wandered

for months through open country

'till he made the mistake of

squatting the wrong property.

Hey.

What ya got there?

You're trespassing on my

father's land.

And that tree you're digging

in belongs to us.

So, whatever you have there

is now our property.

Hand it over.

Do you hear me, Cochise?

I said, hand it over.

Give it to me!

Hey!

Tom Hayes, you're a bully and

a thief.

Leave the poor Apache alone.

Can't you see he's a half wit?

I'm gonna knock the teeth out

of your head, you little whore.

Call me that again.

He's just a jackass, you know?

A donkey.

A burro.

Do you talk?

I'm not gonna take it,

you silly redskin,

I just wanna see it.

You better light outta here.

Tommy's gonna be back with

his daddy soon,

and then you've really had it.

He knows where you hide that

thing now.

Can't very well leave it behind.

It'll be gone by morning.

Come on, then.

Come on!

That jackass will never look

in here.

He's scared of snakes.

Ha! I knew you could

understand me.

What's in there that's so

damn important anyway?

Yaqui silver?

Them missionaries teach you

to talk?

Y'all scalp 'em afterward?

What the hell's this for?

I think that's the most

wonderful horrible sound

I've ever heard.

What's it say?

Yazzie.

Yazzie.

What's that? Your tribe?

No.

That's your name?

No.

Yazzie.

That's your family?

It's your family's name?

Yes.

What's your name?

Everybody knows all the best

names come out of this silly book.

That's where my name comes from.

See?

Guess my folks were expecting

a boy.

What? You like that name?

You can't be Jakob.

Jakob is Joseph's daddy

and I already got me a daddy, see?

That's Cort.

That there's Harley.

Your family?

My folks.

Not much of a family.

Fine, you can be Jakob,

but at least do this.

Otherwise it's just weird.

I been wearing this for way

too long.

You wear it.

What's that?

I ain't gonna hurt ya.

Look, I got one, too.

Them saguaros really let you know

if'n you get too close.

Got any more scars, Jakob Yazzie?

Josephine! Rowena!

Where'd y'all run off to?

Don't worry,

he won't come out here.

He's more scared of them

rattlers than you are.

This might be the ugliest

goddamn thing I've ever seen.

A local prospector,

by the name of Hank Hayes

amassed a small fortune when

the Apache were forced out

of the mountain to make way

for silver mining.

He was something of a patron

saint to the town,

as his deep claims had paid

for Ruby's courthouse,

the saloon, and the education

of his only son, Tom.

Ain't ya gonna plug him for

what he done?

What he did.

What did he do?

Little red bastard gave me this.

Sure'n you wanna stick to

that story?

Poor little squirrel couldn't

kick his own ass.

I reckon them gals up there the

one's that gave you that bruise.

Perhaps he felt guilty about

all that Apache blood

staining the silver he took

out of them hills.

Or maybe he was just trying to

get a rise out of his ornery son.

Are you Apache or Yaqui?

You understand me, don't you?

Yes.

Well, what's your name, son?

Hank Hayes made a decision,

and with that,

Tommy had himself a new brother.

Joe! Get over here.

Hell's that around your neck?

Give it here.

Josephine!

Joe, Come back here!

The thrill of kindred spirits

and youthful possibilities

fueled the untarnished heart

of a child.

But the journey to adulthood rides

saddled with the sting of reality.

And by time Joe Cassidy had

been poisoned

by her father's prejudice and

her mother's opportunism,

she had forgotten all about

her fellow outcast

and landed in the arms of his brother,

the better prospect.

Jake, look out for my fiancé now.

She's the most valuable thing

on this ranch.

How long you reckon you'll be?

Shouldn't be more than a few weeks.

Bisbee, Tucson, Phoenix.

Collect on the old man's

claims, so...

I'm sorry, Tom.

Your father was good to me.

Well, let's hope he's good to

us from beyond the grave.

Got a feeling it's gonna cost

me a fortune

to buy that woman a new

family tree.

What are you talking about?

Well, I can't very well have

the whole territory

knowing who my wife's parents

really are.

It's a scandal we're gonna

bury under sand and gold.

If it's what she wants.

Look after the ranch, little brother.

Jake!

If things aren't exactly the same

as I left them when I get back,

you and I are gonna have words.

What the hell are you doing out

here pointing rifles at cans?

You're gonna get black powder

all over that frock, you know.

I'll spray powder all over

that red smirking..

You should be thanking me,

Joe Cassidy.

You're far too dignified a specimen

to be denting cans in public.

No wonder they pay good money to

pick your people off this land.

Oh! Your dad took that job

very seriously.

The man took pleasure in his work.

You don't know nothin' about

my daddy.

You're probably right.

But just think, if Tommy's

daddy hadn't paid so much

good money to your daddy,

to use this thing on my daddy.

You'd be missing out on the pleasure

of my company right now.

If that story's supposed to

make me feel sorry for you...

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

It ain't Mrs. Hayes yet.

Pardon me, Miss Cassidy.

I won't make that mistake again.

Promise.

Damn it to hell!

Oh, oh, cottonfrickin' son of a..

What's all the singing about?

Ain't it a little late to be

doing a rain dance?

Can't get the goddamn nail in,

unless I get my face

underneath the goddamn hole.

Do I have to get up on the

ladder and do it for you?

I wouldn't want you to rip

your corset.

Oh, don't you dare hit me

with that thing.

Hold this.

Well, come on up here.

This would be a lot easier to

do from on top of the roof.

It's raining on top of the roof.

Give me that.

Reckon it won't be too long before you

start complaining about being hungry.

What's that one?

What one?

That one? That big black

sumbitch who keeps

circling the same spot over

and over again. Oh, that one.

We call that one, Angel that

Draws Salt from the Earth.

Really?

No.

You ass.

Why do you assume I know what every

bird, snake, and rodent is called?

I don't know. Don't your

people have some sacred bond

with the land, sky,

and every animal in-between?

My people? You were born here,

too, you know?

I've spent a hell of a lot more

time with your people than my own.

You really don't know what

that thing is?

Of course not. That's why I asked.

It's a turkey vulture.

What are you, thick or something?

Oh, the hell with you.

Hell with you.

What's he circling?

Food.

I know that. What kind?

Hell if I know.

Something that ain't dead yet.

Do you remember when I pulled

a gun on Tom for you?

What?

We were kids.

Tom was beating you senseless

and I got the drop on him.

Reckon you're confusing

dreams from memories.

Yeah, I do that sometimes.

You comfortable in that?

How do you mean?

You're soaked in sweat twice

through and your hands are swollen

from those frilly manacles.

Does that dress make you happy?

He gave it to me.

Looks like it's dinner time.

If a man arrives home early

from his journey,

he may very well find his

house empty and his bed cold.

Tom Hayes made such haste

riding home from Bisbee

that he was rewarded with the

kind of welcome

that no man ever recovers from.

How did they meet?

She was a pro. He was a customer.

Ain't hard to make friends on

the second floor

of the Belle Vue.

Does he still visit her?

Once a week, every week for

the last twenty years.

Does she charge him?

That's not a conversation that I'm especially

interested in having with my mother.

Why are you so curious about

Harley and Cort?

I'm curious about you.

And Tom mentioned you didn't

want people knowing

that Harley and Cort were

your folks.

Tom doesn't want people

knowing they're my folks.

I could give a shit.

But he can't have people

knowing that his in-laws

are a whore and her steady drunk.

Do you love him?

Of course not.

Then why are you marrying him?

I thought he could take me

away from all this.

Away from this town.

Does that make me a horrible person

to use someone like that?

Not necessarily.

I'm relieved you think that.

Why?

Because I'm not marrying him, Jake.

I don't know if I can take you

away from this place, Joe.

I know.

But here I am.

How did that bastard become

sheriff anyway?

There were rumors that when

Tom Hayes

realized his fiancé was

fixin' to leave him

for his adopted brother,

that he used his daddy's

fortune to buy himself a badge.

Who'd vote for a monster like that?

The mines had dried up,

the railroad hadn't passed

through here yet.

Tom Hayes was the only person

in town with any seed.

And he planted it in all the

right pockets.

Why didn't people just leave?

Lot of them did.

Before Hank Hayes passed on,

this town was fixin' to be

another Bisbee.

Plenty of farms, homesteads,

ranches, promise.

But when his son became sheriff,

this palatial establishment

we're currently residing in,

as well as Harley O'Houlihan's

pleasure parlor upstairs,

became the center of this town.

And the only profitable

business left in it.

With the engagement called off,

rumors began to swirl as to

why Tom Hayes

hadn't just gunned down his

fiancé and brother.

But he never threatened the lovers,

nor involved himself in their affairs.

Instead, he took up residence

in the Belle Vue.

Using his father's money and

political influence,

he set about rewriting the

rule of law in Ruby.

Still, Joe and Jakob behaved cautiously

around Tom at all times.

Uneasy about the new

sheriff's intentions,

they made quiet preparations

for their escape.

But shortly after Tom had

taken control of the saloon,

Harley's consumption reared

up with a fierce vengeance.

So, at Rowena's pleading,

Joe decided she couldn't leave her

mother to die alone in a brothel.

When Harley passed and the lovers

were finally free to run away,

they decided to do so separately.

Worried they might be spotted

by Hayes or his deputies,

Joe left first and Jakob

stayed behind

to collect on his poker winnings.

Once he had the money,

he would ride out to meet her

and they would head west together.

That was the plan.

Tom Hayes could have killed

the lovers,

and that would have been the

end of this here story.

But in the glow of that campfire,

he decided death was too good

for 'em.

He wanted them to hurt the

way that he had hurt.

And the best way to hurt a person

ain't to hurt that person,

it's to hurt the person they love.

How did he do it?

He shot him.

In the street?

Harley's room.

Did you see it?

I didn't have to.

Then how do you know?

He's dead, Joe.

I'm going back to Ruby.

You can't do that.

They'll be on you the moment

you set foot onto Main Street.

There's no place in that town

he doesn't have eyes.

If you go back to Ruby and

get yourself shot,

then what did he die for?

What did he die for?

If he were still alive, he'd beg

you not to do anything foolish.

He'd want you to stay away.

You best take that little whore's

advice to heart, Josephine.

Mama was a whore.

Well, she'd be the first to

admit that.

Is that how you see 'em?

As whores first and women second?

I'd trust the judgment of a whore

over just about anyone.

You trusted Harley?

You think she loved you?

Why you so concerned whether

your mama and I loved each other?

Because she's dead, Cort.

I thought you should know

there won't be warm body

and a bottle waiting for you

above the Belle anymore.

Your mama, she..

Don't hurt yourself, Cort.

Maybe you can get together

with all of Harley's regulars.

Who knows how many brothers

and sisters I have scattered

all over the territory.

I'll pluck your eyebrows off

if you don't watch your mouth

about your mama.

Harley O was the decentist

woman I ever had the..

If you loved her so much, then how come

you didn't take her away from this life?

I told her every time I saw

her that I loved her.

She never came to see ya?

Sent that Rowena out here to

deliver a few letters.

You and I have both had

someone taken from us.

You can't hunt down consumption,

but I can put a bullet in the

heart of that seed sucker

who killed Jake and made a

slave out of Harley.

Good.

You just leave me out of it.

You're too busy pinin' for a whore

you can't even shoot straight.

I shoot just fine, young lady,

but stomping into a suicide mission

to avenge some Apache bastard

that gives you the vapors

just ain't the way I planned

on ending my life.

Are you sure you want your

last words in this world

to be a slur about a man who

died today?

As far as I'm concerned,

that Apache bastard

is the only family I got.

Well, you got every right to

go and seek your revenge.

But I don't owe him nothin'.

I thought there was a good

man buried

inside that poisonous husk.

You may have me confused with

someone else.

You may have thought that Apache

was the only family you ever had.

By God, now I'm really the

family you got left.

I'm going to Ruby to kill Hayes

with or without your help.

Well, you gonna see your mama again,

a lot sooner than I will.

Hayes woulda already plugged

you twice

in the time it took you to

aim your first shot.

I thought you said you didn't

want any part of this.

I don't. Don't mean I'm

averse to entertainment.

What sick sense of humored sumbitch

taught you how to shoot?

Hell, maybe some people just

can't be taught.

If you want poultry for supper,

I suggest using a hatchet.

You smoke them hens with a bullet,

the meat just ends up tasting

of antimony.

You ever do any actual ranchin'?

This spread's about as useful

for ranching

as a cactus is for a saddle.

So then how'd you pay for all this?

So killin' still pays well.

Pays a hell of a lot better

than conspiring.

Unarmed Navajo, Apache, Chinese,

women and children, they deserve it?

You will forgive me if the judgment

of a petulant child smacks of hypocrisy.

And you think killing Hayseed Hayes

is gonna give you that satisfaction?

I'll let you know.

What are you closing one eye for?

Close one eye,

you just gonna see half as much.

Plus you just gonna end up

spraying wide

cause you ain't got no depth perception.

I know you think I'm an ancient,

bigoted, drunken fool,

and you're not wrong.

But tell me, Lady Vengeance,

how is it that someone twice

your age

and twice as drunk as you can

get three dead eye shots off

in the time it takes you to

get one?

Because you've been practicing

your whole life? Wrong.

Because you're so drunk,

you're not even trying to aim?

That's close.

I ain't got time for the ramblings

of a lonely pickled reptile.

You're so busy lookin' that

you ain't seein'.

For every second you spend crossing

your eyes at your target...

You lose two split seconds

you could have spent firing!

Tell me how, Cort!

Tell me how to shoot like you.

Look, I ain't never asked for anything,

and you ain't never given me anything.

I gave you my name.

Give me something I can use, Daddy.

Give me something I can use

to defend myself.

You don't wanna defend yourself,

you wanna take a man's life.

Josephine.

Now your hand is on its way

from wherever it was

to pointin' directly at your target.

A weapon is just something it

happens to pick up along the way.

The holster tosses you the gun

as your hand rides by it.

The gun matches the speed of

your hand.

It joins it.

Go again.

What was that?

I shattered the son of a bitch.

No, you didn't.

I did.

No, you did not.

You took three to the chest

before you even had a chance

to fire your first shot.

Go!

Go again!

Why is your hand shaking like

a punch-drunk pugilist?

There ain't no blood left in it.

Tell your veins to pump the

blood where it's needed.

You in charge of your hand,

or it in charge of you?

I guess that answers that question.

Better.

I missed.

Yeah, your eyes don't aim,

your arm aims.

When you blink,

does your weapon discharge?

No.

What discharges your weapon?

My hand?

Your arm.

Hand is an extension of your arm.

Fingers an extension of your hand.

All right.

Your arm aims the gun.

Your finger pulls the trigger.

Now they do the work, so they

make the rules. All right.

Your eyes don't even hardly

factor into it. All right!

All right, then.

What are you doing, Cass?

Don't call me that.

Why not?

He calls me that.

Who?

You know who.

Hate that crooked son of a

bitchin' badge polisher?

Yes. You wanna put two in

between them blank

beady eyes of his?

Yes.

You want him to answer for Jakob?

Yes.

Draw that Colt!

Better.

You all right?

What's it look like?

Looks like you haven't slept.

What's it to you?

Are we gonna go shootin' or

you wanna get into bed?

I want you to leave me alone.

You know, I thought you were

gonna help me.

Help you do what?

Help you get yourself killed?

I'm not like Harley, Cort.

I'm like you.

I never wanted to believe it,

but I can't deny it any longer.

So what?

So you're the best shot I've

ever seen.

And if you can make me half

the shot you are,

I'll be twice the shot Hayes is,

so I shouldn't have a problem..

So you can what?

Why don't you put that bottle down

and come with me back to Ruby?

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

You shouldn't have come back.

Why?

Because you were safe.

You'd gotten away.

You should have stayed there.

You couldn't bear the thought

that he won, could you?

So, whether he shot you yesterday

or hung you tomorrow,

I should just let him get away

with it? To hell with him.

I knew I couldn't trust you

to look after yourself.

The hell with you, too.

I leave you alone for five minutes

and you get your skinny ass caught.

Nobody asked you to come back here.

If I hadn't come back here you'd

have a noose around your neck by now.

I can take care of myself.

Clearly.

Bump off Hayes, then what, huh?

You shoot your way out?

I didn't care what happened

after I killed him.

Joe, you have to be smarter than that!

No, I don't, Jake.

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

You've always been the smart one.

And I thought you were dead,

so I didn't give a damn

if they plugged me the minute

I left that room.

Harley's room.

Hell, it's where she died,

after all.

Worse places to take my last breath.

He ain't never gonna leave us

alone, is he?

Not as long as we're both

still alive.

Ever spent any time in lock up?

I have.

Didn't care for it much.

They didn't let you bring your

piano in with you?

If memory serves, my jailbird days

preceded my ivory ticklin' days.

Oh, you didn't play piano as

a child?

No, there weren't a lot of

pianos where I come from.

Where's that?

Not too far from here.

This town is like a well.

Anything gets too close and

it ends up fallin' in

and never climbin' out.

That's why smart people keep

their distance.

Even if they're dying of thirst.

Why haven't you left?

What?

What's keeping you here?

You got family?

Family?

No.

You hogtied to this piano?

Getting a lot of satisfaction

out of serenading

drunken lowlifes on their way

to Nogales?

Ask me another question.

What made her believe Jake

was dead

in the first place?

She made a mistake.

And what was that?

She trusted someone.

When my father died, he said

I wish you could have been

more like your younger brother.

He said I could have learned

something from my brother.

This was never about you, Tom.

It shows what you know about

a man's heart, Cass.

Don't call me that.

A man loves what he loves

because that's what he loves.

It ain't got nothin' to do with

whether or not it loves him back.

You holstering a rejoinder,

hard breather?

You don't have to do this, Tom.

Let her go. She's innocent.

Innocent says you.

You realize this woman

started her evening

by pointing a gun at the

publicly elected lawman

of this here municipality?

Who exactly elected you?

And the penalty for attempted murder

of a sheriff in Hachitoa County

is death by hanging.

And what's his crime?

Just keep me here and let him go.

Tell you what.

Why don't we make this easy

on ourselves.

Hmm?

Two bullets.

Two bullets to change your world.

The way I figure it,

you can pick up that gun,

shoot the other one,

shoot yourself,

and then the two of you can

shuffle off

in a blaze of glory all

"Romeo and Juliet" fashion.

Or you could pick up that gun,

shoot me,

shoot the other one,

and then toss the gun back at

my lifeless body

and convince whoever comes

through that door in the morning

that I was consumed by a fit

of homicidal suicidal jealousy.

Or I could just shoot you

twice in the head

and not give a shit what

anyone thinks.

It is going to be hard to

convince anyone

that I got two in my own head

before I went down, Cass.

Don't call me that.

Then when they find out who

was responsible in the morning,

you're both gonna swing anyway.

Maybe just one in the head

and Jake and I make your

suicide sound real convincing.

I dropped four rounds at my feet,

popped myself with the fifth,

and then left a live one in

the barrel.

There is not a deputy in this town

that's gonna believe I was

drunk enough for that.

Sorry, Cass.

Joe, don't!

Come on, Cass!

Come on! Put us all out of

our misery.

Make Papa Cort proud.

Joe!

You see that?

I just told her you were

gonna get

your neck stretched in the morning,

and she still couldn't help

but use those precious

imaginary bullets on me.

You may think this woman

loves you, Jakob,

and you may be right,

but I can Goddamn well

guarantee you

she ain't got the necessary

faculties to love your ass

half as much as she hates mine.

She truly is her father's daughter.

Well, I guess the main

question of the evening is,

which one of you gets to go

first in the morning?

Cause the second one gets to watch.

Big night for him,

getting to watch us suffer.

That man suffered because of

us, Josephine.

He ain't a man.

He's a boy. Always been a boy.

He didn't deserve what we did

to him.

He hasn't recovered.

We may have caused him pain,

the difference is we never

took any joy in it.

His daddy had a saying,

an open door might invite the bad,

but a closed door rejects any

possibility of the good.

It's all right to get angry, Jake.

I reckon you got enough anger

inside you

for both of us, Joe Cassidy.

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

There ain't no one else I'd rather

spend my last night on Earth with.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Darlin',

did I wake you up?

I didn't mean to frighten you.

I brought some hooch, but it looks

like you started without me.

That's all right, as long as

you're not too drunk

to rub my tired feet.

Sheriff Hayes sent me.

Got me up out of bed.

Said his best man was stuck

in here all night,

cold and bored, doing his job,

guarding the condemned and all.

Said I oughta come and keep

you company.

Said I was to do whatever you asked,

whatever you wanted,

for as long as you wanted,

and I said,

"Yes, Sir, Sheriff, Sir."

Did I do wrong?

You're not gonna send me all

the way back

up to the Belle before sunrise,

are you?

That's what I thought.

Don't be greedy,

we ain't got enough blankets

to carry the whole Goddamn arsenal.

Where we gonna stash 'em?

Do I have to do everything for

you two? Use your imagination.

And don't forget them cartridges.

Those are thirty thirty

Remington shells, genius.

It's a Winchester. It's a

fourty four caliber rifle?

Okay, then.

Hand me that satchel.

Rowena?

Well, you may have lost your

looks, Jake,

but at least you still got

your eyesight.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's it look like, Ginger?

I'm springin' you.

Why?

I mean, she's got a real

gratitude problem, don't she?

Well, maybe I'll just spring him.

And I leave your ass for

Hayes to string up.

Rowena, listen to me. Why

should I ever trust you again?

You're the reason we're in here.

I made a mistake, now I'm

trying to make it right.

You told me Jake was dead.

You told me he was dead!

You left me out there believing

he was dead this whole time.

Then you helped Hayes trap me.

Joe, don't!

Why shouldn't I just wash

these bars with your.. Joe!

You helped that son of a bitch

and now you're in here.

Why should I believe you?

It wasn't my fault!

He lied to me.

You lied to me.

He promised me.

Promised you what?

That he'd let me go?

He promised me that if I helped

him lure you back he'd let Jake go.

The hell you say?

I thought that maybe if he

knew I was the reason,

someday he might look at me the

way he's always looked at you.

You both need to get outta here.

Right now.

No!

Take care of him for me.

Hayes: Poor sweet little Rowena.

Shame to see her go.

Just when I was beginning to

trust her.

But aiding in a jail break is

punishable by death.

That's just law of the land,

I'm afraid.

You confound me, Cass.

Shedding tears for that

little turncoat

who was more than happy to

trade your life

for a chance to dig her claws

into your redskin.

I'm gonna kill you.

You're in no position to be

making threats, my old friend.

Maybe I'll just string that

noose up right about here.

I wish you would.

I really do.

And that is exactly why I won't.

Hachitoa County municipal code

expressly forbids public execution

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

I oughta know.

I wrote the law myself.

You look out that window,

you should be able to see

the sun hit them gallows at 7:01.

Enjoy the show.

Well, you're not looking your

best, Josephine.

But I guess you proved me wrong.

You still alive.

No thanks to you.

I am sorry, darlin'.

I've had just about all the apologies

I can handle for one morning.

Think you can knock Hayes off

a gallows with these

before he has a chance to

string up your boy?

If you can keep those bastard

deputies off me.

Don't think you gonna be exchanging

no gunfire wearing that frock.

Well, well.

If it isn't the surviving

members of the Cassidy clan.

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

The three of us will ride

outta here.

You'll never see us again.

Not a very strong bargaining

chip, Cort.

What makes you think I'd ever

let this one get away again?

Do you have any idea how many

guns are on you right now?

You got any idea how many

eyes are on you right now?

I own them eyes.

That boy may be an arrogant

ornery troublemaker,

but that don't make him a criminal.

You really gonna execute an

innocent man

in front of all creation?

Who's gonna stop me, Cort?

You?

Your daughter?

Them whores?

You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing.

You're gonna stand there and

watch me hang

this backstabbing,

freeloading home wrecker.

Then you are gonna turn tail

on Harley's child

and run to your dusty bottle

back in the desert.

Drop that door, Boggs.

He killed Rowena!

She was unarmed and alone and

he shot her in the back

like the coward sumbitch he is.

Are you really gonna spend your

lives giving half your nut

to a murderer just 'cause he

has a badge bought and paid for?

When you gonna say enough is enough?

Hold your fire.

Hold your..

Cass...

Listen to me.

Y'all can ride out out here.

I promise not to follow you.

I mean it. Just get on out of here.

Kill an unarmed man.

If loving you is punishable

by death,

then I'm gonna go with a

clean conscience.

I love you, Joe Cassidy.

I'll see you in..

Come back to me, all right?

Joe!

That was fast.

Not quite fast enough.

I'm so sorry, Jake.

Don't you dare do this to me again.

I thought you were dead.

Joe, please.

And that was so much more

painful than this.

I can't do this without you.

Yes, you can. For me, you can.

Anything for you, Joe Cassidy.

I love you, Jake.

Were you just trying to make

a point

or is that story true?

I'm afraid it's true.

And a lady like yourself

deserves the truth.

I appreciate that, Cricket.

It's gonna be awful cold in

my room.

I don't know where you plan

on sleeping,

but we could fight off that

chill together.

Now that's the finest offer

I've had in many years, Q.

And I'd be the luckiest man

in the territory

if I were to accept such a gift,

but I ain't loved but one woman.

And she's the only one I can

imagine falling asleep next to.

Do you think of her when you play

all them melancholy love

songs in here?

Every single note.

It's almost sunrise.

Getting to be about that time.

I ain't never seen a sunrise.

Well that's.. That's tragic.

Why is that?

A sunrise is at least twice

as beautiful as a sunset.

Twice?

It's more magical,

more symbolic.

More deeply cleansing.

To the sunrise.

May she never take a day off.

Whew.

You know, I'm pretty sure that

train depot faces East.

What are you saying, young lady?

I'm saying, that platform

would be a mighty fine place

to see the sunrise.

Watch the steam from the dawn train

gettin' closer by the minute.

Nogales behind, Tucson ahead.

Ain't nowhere but here, Q.

You know, leaving this place

don't mean you've left her behind.

Uh, you forgot your little friend.

Ain't my friend, and I don't

plan on needing him.

Hey, Q!

Let a humble admirer pay your way.

Appreciate the offer,

but I ain't never bought

myself a train ticket before,

and I'm kinda looking forward

to it.

Don't you dare get off that

train 'till you spot

someplace out that window you

ain't never seen before.

You take care of yourself,

ivory tickler.