[ Crawl ] She was a comely young woman and not without prospects. Therefore it was heartbreaking to her mother that she would enter into marriage with William Munny, a known thief and murderer, a man of notoriously viscous and intemperate disposition. When she died, it was not at his hands as her mother might have expected but of smallpox. That was 1878. EXT NIGHT Big Whiskey, Wyoming. 1880. We hear the sound of bed-springs squeaking DAVEY: Oh! That's Good DAVEY: Please, just do it. ALICE: If it's good we'll do it together. From the next room we hear the sound of shouts and of glass breaking DELILAH: Please! NO! Please! Please MIKE: DAVEY! Come a running lad MIKE: I'll brand you like a damn steer, bitch. DELILAH: No! Please. MIKE: Hold that bitch, DAVEY. Go on, hold her! Hold her, god Damnit, DAVEY. Hold her or I'll cut her tits off ALICE: Go get Skinny, quick. (MIKE begins to slash wildly at DELILAH who screams) ALICE: Skinny! DAVEY: Jesus, Mike. Don't! Don't, Mike. Get her away! MIKE: Do you think it's funny? ALICE: Skinny! Skinny! Help! Skinny! (a gun is pointed at MIKE's head. we hear it being cocked by SKINNY as he says) SKINNY: Get off of her, cowboy, (in the background we hear the sound of DELILAH sobbing) EXT NIGHT rain falls as LITTLE BILL walks quickly toward SKINNY'S BILL: Wouldn't let you settle it, huh? CLYDE: Well, you know how Skinny is. He says he's going to shoot them. I says Skinny, you can't do that! and he says well, let's get Little Bill in here to settle this thing. I says Little Bill's sleeping and he says he don't care. In another five minutes he'll shoot those boys. INT DELILAH'S room the women are tending to DELILAH's injuries LITTLE BILL: enters LITTLE BILL: She going to die? ALICE: She's going to live. She didn't steal nothing. She didn't even touch his poke. Alls she done, when she seen he has a teensy little pecker, is give a giggle. That's all. She didn't know no better. Going to hang them, Little Bill? LITTLE BILL: stares at her and then slowly turns and exits. ALICE and SKINNY follow him. INT NIGHTSKINNYS The two cowboys are tied up in the middle of the floor. LITTLE BILL, ALICE, and SKINNY enter from upstairs. LITTLE BILL: Clyde, step over to the office and get the bull whip. ALICE: A whipping? That's all they get after what they done? LITTLE BILL: A whipping ain't no little thing, Alice ALICE: For what they done they deserve more. SKINNY: Alice, shut up! Little Bill, a whipping ain't going to settle this. This here is a lawful contract between me and Delilah Fitzgerald, the cut whore. I brought her clear from Boston, I paid her expenses and all, and I've got a contract here that represents an investment of capital. LITTLE BILL: Property. SKINNY: Damaged property. Like if I was to hamstring one of their cow ponies. LITTLE BILL: So you figure nobody will want to fuck her now, right? SKINNY: Hell no, least ways they won't pay to do it. Maybe she can clean up the place or something, but nobody's going to pay good money for a cut up whore. LITTLE BILL: You boys off the Bar T. You got your own string ponies? DAVEY: Yeah, I got four. (MIKE does not answer. LITTLE BILL kicks him) MIKE: Six. LITTLE BILL: I Guess you'd just as soon not have a trial. No fuss, huh? DAVEY: Uh, no sir. LITTLE BILL: Alright, you did the cutting so come this fall you bring in five ponies and you give them over to Skinny here. MIKE: Five? LITTLE BILL: And you... you bring in two, you give them over, you hear? DAVEY: Yes, sir. CLYDE: Here's your bull whip, Little Bill. LITTLE BILL: Maybe we won't need this whip now. Let me tell you come the spring, if Skinny doesn't have those ponies (he cracks the whip) I'm going to come looking for you. ALICE: You ain't even going to whip them? LITTLE BILL: Well, fined them instead, Alice. ALICE: For what they done? Skinny get's some ponies, and that's it? That ain't fair, Little Bill. That ain't fair! (LITTLE BILL grabs her and pulls her towards him.) LITTLE BILL: Haven't you seen enough blood for one night, Huh? Hell, Alice, it ain't like they were tramps, or loafers or bad men, you know there were just hard working boys who were foolish. If they was given over to wickedness in a regular way then I could see... ALICE: Like whores? SKINNY: Alice! tend to Delilah. LITTLE BILL: Go ahead. INT DAY DELILAH'S ROOM (The women are sitting around a bed where DELILAH lies unconscious.) SILKY: I got eighty five dollars. KATE: I don't know, if Delilah doesn't care one way or the other what are we all getting so riled up about? ALICE: Just because we let them smelly fools ride us like horses don't mean we gotta let them brand us like horses. Maybe we ain't nothing but whores but, by God, we ain't horses. LITTLE SUE: I've got one hundred and twelve dollars. That's everything. ALICE: How about you, Faith? FAITH: Two hundred. (ALICE stares at her with surprise) Two hundred and forty dollars. ALICE: Jesus, Faith, what you been doing? You've been giving Skinny something Special? They all laugh LITTLE SUE: She laughed. ALICE: With what Kate got, and Silky got some, and then mine and Little Sue's... KATE: It ain't enough. ALICE: Not yet, maybe. EXT --- DAY. William Munny's farm.KID: You don't look like no rootin-tootin, son-of-a-bitchin, cold-blooded assassin. MUNNY: Say what? KID: My guess is you're calling yourself Mister William Munny MUNNY: You have me confused with someone else, mister. KID: The same one who shot Charlie Pepper up in Lake County. BOY: Pa! Hey Pa! MUNNY: Yeah, What's up son BOY: Two more hogs got the fever. KID: You shot Charlie Pepper, didn't you. You're the one who killed William Harvey and robbed that train over in Missouri. MUNNY: Now hold on, Mister. Son, you get those hogs separated there, Penny, why don't you help your brother out. PENNY: That one's sick too! MUNNY: Yeah. (to Kid) We'll talk inside. Interior - Munny's house
MUNNY: So you're Pete Sothow's nephew, huh? I thought maybe you was someone come to kill me for something I done in the old days KID: I could have. Easy. MUNNY: I guess maybe so. KID: Like I was saying, you don't look no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded damn killer. MUNNY: Maybe I ain't KID: Well, uncle Pete says you was the meanest god-damned son of a bitch alive, and if I ever wanted a partner for a killing you were the worst one.... meaning the best on account of you're as cold as the snow and you don't have no weak nerve, nor fear. MUNNY: Pete said that, huh. KID: Yeah. Yeah he did. I'm a killer myself, except I ain't killed as many as you because of my youth. The 'Schofield Kid' is what they call me. MUNNY: Why? Are you from Schofield KID: No, it's on account of my Schofield model Smith and Wesson pistol. How about it, Will? MUNNY: How about what? KID: How about being my partner. I'm heading up north in through Niobrera to Wyoming. I'm gonna kill a couple of no-good cowboys. MUNNY: For what? KID: For cuttin' up a lady. They cut her face, cut her eyes out, cut here ears off, hell, they even cut her teats, MUNNY: Jesus KID: A Thousand Dollars reward, Will. Five hundred apiece. BOY: Pa, I can't move those damn pigs! MUNNY: Watch your cussin now, will you? Do the best you can with it and go to the pump and get yourself cleaned up. MUNNY: I ain't like that anymore, Kid. It was whiskey done it as much as anything else. I ain't had a drop of it in over ten years. My wife, she cured me of that, cured me of drink and wickedness KID: Well, you don't look so prosperous. You could buy her a new dress with your half. We could kill them two, you could buy your wife one fancy... MUNNY: She's passed on. KID: What? MUNNY: She's been gone near three years now KID: Oh. Exterior - Day - Munny's porch
KID: Don't tell no one else about the reward and all. I don't need no other gunmen trying to collect. MUNNY: We don't see no one out here KID: Yeah. Well, if you change your mind might be you can catch me. I'll be riding due west for the western trail heading north into Wyoming. MUNNY: (to children) Come on. Let's separate those hogs. PENNY: Pa. two of them others, I think they got the fever!
`EXT DAY DAVEY and MIKE ride into Big Whiskey with a group of ponies behind them. The women watch them as they ride toward Skinnys SKINNY: Took you boys a while. Couple more days and I was going to call on the sheriff, how about that? DAVEY: The river was all swolled up, we couldn't cross it. SKINNY: I'll bet. Sleepy, get them horses into the livery. Neil, take that one over around back. (the ponies move towards the barn) Yeah, come on. Whoo! Now get on. (he walks toward the pony which DAVEY has held back) Oh, now here's a beauty. DAVEY: You got two of mine! this one here ain't yours. SKINNY: Oh, we going to see about that. suddenly the women begin pelting MIKE and DAVEY with rocks Chaos ensues as they ponies begin to bolt. WOMEN: Get out of town! Get out! Take your girlfriend with ya, you butcher! DAVEY: This here pony I bung for the lady. The one my partner cut. She's the best of the lot, better than the ones I gave him. She can sell her or do what she wants. ALICE: A pony? She ain't got no face left, you're going to giver her a god damn mangy pony? DAVEY: She ain't mangy, ma'am. WOMEN: Get out of here! We don't need your charity! Get out of our town. INT DAY-MUNNY'S HOUSE MUNNY is digging through a box. We see a picture of his wife. He looks at it momentarily and then continues his hunt. He finds what he is looking for. EXT DAY - MUNNY'S FARM We see MUNNY firing at a pistol at a can which set up on a stump. He misses with each shot. PENNY: Did pa used to kill folks? MUNNY storms into the house and then comes back out with a shotgun. He aims at the can and shoots hitting it on the first shot. INT DAY - MUNNY'S HOUSE MUNNY: is shaving in preparation for a journey. As he glances out the window we catches sight of his wife's grave and stares at it for a time. EXT DAY-MUNNY'S FARM MUNNY is on the porch saying goodbye to his children. His son holds the horse which is saddled and ready to ride MUNNY: Penny, I could tell your ma liked those flowers I gave her BOY: She ain't hardly a saddle horse no more, Pa. She ain't used to the feel. MUNNY: Now you take care of your sister now, son. And you kill a few chickens if you have to, and keep those hogs that got the fever separate. If you have any problems go see Sally Two Trees at NED Logan's. MUNNY: (trying to mount horse) Woah! Woah! MUNNY: Ain't hardly been in the saddle myself in a while. This horse is getting even with me for the sins of my youth. In my youth, before I met your dear departed ma, I used to be weak and given to mistreating animals. (to horse) Come on, Come on. This horse and those hogs over there are getting even with me for the cruelty that I inflicted. I used to be able to cuss and whip a horse like this but your ma, rest her soul, showed me the error of my ways. Now I'll be back in a couple of weeks. You remember how the spirit of your dear departed Ma watches over you. Int. Skinny's SKINNY is holding ALICE by the arms and shaking her violently. SKINNY: Where'd you get that money? ALICE: We ain't got any money!. SKINNY: You told them cowboys you got it. ALICE: we was lying. SKINNY: Lying? What are you gonna do when somebody comes to collect? huh? You gonna hump 'em? (yells) You gonna hump em a thousand times? The kind of people who'll come after that thousand won't tolerate you not having it! They won't just cut up your face a little! (he exits muttering) You stupid bitches. You stupid bitches.... EXT DAY LITTLE BILL's house. Bill is building a roof on his house with much difficulty. We hear the sounds of hammering and then LITTLE BILL hitting his thumb LITTLE BILL: Shit! Damn, damnit, Jesus SKINNY: Hit your finger, huh LITTLE BILL: Hello, Skinny. Damn, you snuck up on me. What do you think of her? SKINNY: Well, I heard you done the roof yourself. LITTLE BILL: Roof? Jesus, Skinny, I did practically the whole damn thing myself. Well, the Roberts boy, he carried some wood for me but that's all. SKINNY: What is all that wood? LITTLE BILL: That's for my porch. I'm building a porch here so I can sit of an evening and smoke my pipe, drink coffee and watch the sunset. Well, came all the way out here just to take a look at her, huh? SKINNY: Oh, them whores... LITTLE BILL: Oh, yeah? SKINNY: Them whores been humpin and humpin all them cowboys been coming to town the last two weeks. LITTLE BILL: Shit, skinny. We got our railroad barons, we got cattle barons. You're going be the first billiard baron. SKINNY: yeah, well they been humpin them and telling every bow-legged one of them that they're paying a thousand dollars to whatever son of a bitch kills the two boys that cut up Delilah. LITTLE BILL: Those cowboys are riding that beef down to Kansas and Cheyenne. SKINNY: Yeah LITTLE BILL: How long? All week? SKINNY: Well, I didn't hear nothing till last night myself. LITTLE BILL: Hell, the words probably got all the way down to Texas by now. SKINNY: Shit, Bill. I'm sure nobody's going to come clear from Texas. LITTLE BILL: You sure those whores got all that money? SKINNY: Well, you know how women can lie. Knock them around a little bit, ask them where the money is and they ain't got none. But they could have squirelled away that much, the five of them. Maybe. LITTLE BILL: That much, huh. SKINNY: You could run off them two cowboys. LITTLE BILL: I could run off them whores. SKINNY: Well, I guess they'll just up and run anyhow, them two. LITTLE BILL: No, they'll stay out there at the Bar T, close to their friends. SKINNY: nervously Oh, Shit, Bill, could be nobody won't come at all. (quickly) Well, gotta go. I like your house. Ext Day Ned Logan's farm. NED, working catches sight of a man riding towards him. He stares for a moment before his face brightens in recognition. NED: Well I'll be........ Will. Hey, Will. come on in the house out of the sun. MUNNY: Ned, NED: Sally, tend to Will's horse. MUNNY: Sally, NED: What you doing here, Will? MUNNY: Just thought I'd drop in on you. INT DAY NED LOGAN'S KITCHEN NED: Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more, shit, we're farmers. MUNNY: Should be easy killing them. Supposing they don't go on down to Texas first. NED: How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years? MUNNY: Eleven. NED: Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then, and we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at them, Will. If they'd done you some wrong I could see shooting them. MUNNY: We done stuff for money before, Ned. NED: Yeah. We thought we did. Alright, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella - what? MUNNY: No, they cut up a woman. NED: What? MUNNY: Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her tits, everything but her cunny I suppose. NED: I'll be dogged. Well, I guess they got it coming. 'Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doing this. MUNNY: (resentfully) Don't suppose you'd mind looking in on my youngsters next week, they got some hogs they're trying to separate. NED: Will, how long you reckon you're going to be? MUNNY: Two weeks I guess. NED: Will, uh..... This kid, what's he like? Three ways? MUNNY: I see you still have that spencer rifle NED: Yeah and I can still knock the eye out of a bird flying, too. EXT DAY. MUNNY: tries to mount his horse who, in turn, has other plans. NED: Jesus, Will.... MUNNY: Down! Will mounts his horse. Ned and Sally share a long look before the pair ride off leaving the woman behind. EXT DAY MUNNY: and NED are riding in pursuit of KID NED: He must be moving right along MUNNY: Yeah, we'll come across him tomorrow I reckon. EXT - NIGHT MUNNY and NED are preparing for sleep as a fire blazes MUNNY: Kind of got used to my bed. This ain't going to be like no home NED: uh-huh. That ain't the only thing I'm going to be missing, I'll tell ya. Boy, I'm going to... (pauses realizing that he is talking to a widower) Hell, Will, I'm sorry MUNNY: Don't fret it, it ain't nothing. (pausing) She don't like it much, does she? You riding off with me. NED: Sally? MUNNY: Gave me the evil eye. NED: Well, you know, Sally's Indian and Indians ain't over friendly, Will. MUNNY: Hmmm. I ain't going to hold it against her. She knew me back then. She knew what a no-good son of a bitch I was She just ain't allowing that I've changed. She don't realize I ain't like that no more. NED: Well you know, Will--- MUNNY: I ain't the same, Ned. Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinking whiskey and all. Just cause we're going on this killing, that don't mean I'm going to go back to being the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters. NED: Yeah, well-- MUNNY: Ned, you remember that drover I shot through the mouth and his teeth came out the back of his head? NED: Yeah, MUNNY: I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve getting shot, at least nothing I could remember when I sobered up. NED: Well.... You was one crazy son of a bitch, Will. MUNNY: Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was going to shoot em out of pure meanness. NED: Well, you ain't like that no more MUNNY: Eagle, he hated my guts. Bonaparte didn't think to much of me either. NED: Quincy neither, I reckon. MUNNY: No. Quincy used to just watch all the time. Scared. NED: Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more. MUNNY: That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more. EXT DAY We see a train roll by INT TRAIN JOE: All I want to know is what son of a bitch shot him is all. Was it one of those John-Bulls? BOB: Oh no, sir. I believe the would-be assassin to be of French ancestry, or so it would seem. I don't wish to give offense when I observe that the French are known to be a race of as-sassins, though they can't shoot worth a damn. Any Frenchmen in the present company are excluded, of course. PASSENGER: Says here a fella by the name of Guiteau, G-U-I-T- JOE: Sure as hell sounds like a John Bull to me BOB: Well, Sir, again I don't wish to give offense when I suggest that this country should select a, uh, king or even a queen instead of a president. One isn't that quick to shoot a king or a queen. The majesty of royalty, you see. JOE: Well, maybe you don't wish to give offense, Sir, but you are giving it pretty thick. This country don't need no queens whatsoever, I reckon. As a matter of fact what I heard about queens--- THIRSTY: Shut up, Joe! JOE: What's the hell's wrong with you, Thirsty, This dud son of a bitch-- THIRSTY: Might be that this dude here is English Bob. He's the one who works for the railroad shootin' Chinamen. Might be he's just waiting for some crazy cowboy to touch his pistol so he can shoot him down. JOE: Is that a fact, mister? Are you English Bob? BOB: (to BEAUCHAMP) Pheasants? (Beauchamp nods approval) Let's shoot some pheasants. Ten shots at, let's say, a dollar a shot. I'll shoot for the queen and you for.....well, whomever. EXT DAYTRAIN We see the countryside roll by. All of a sudden a flock of pheasants come into view only to be shot down by BOB. BOB: Well, that's eight for me and one for you. That comes to seven of your American dollars. JOE: Pretty damn good shooting for a John-Bull. BOB: Well, no doubt your aim was affected by your grief over the injury to your president. EXT DAY -- BIG WHISKEY BOB and BEAUCHAMP get off the train and climb aborad a carriage bound for Big Whiskey BOB: Come On! BOB: Ah, it's the climate that does it. That and the infernal distances. BEAUCHAMP: Does what? BOB: Induces people to shoot persons in high places. BEAUCHAMP: Yeah, right (The pass a sign reading) NO FIRE ARMS in BIG WHISKEY ordinance h deposit pistols & rifles at COUNTY OFFICE BOB: You know, it's a savage country really. That's the second one they've shot in twenty years. It's uncivilized shooting persons of substance. (BOB waves at the women as he passes by and then, passing a group of Chinamen, makes a pistol with his hand and mimes shooting at them...) BOB: (whispering) pop! pop! pop! EXT DAY -- BIG WHISKEY DEPUTY (Andy) watches coach pull up with BOB and BEAUCHAMP inside it. As they disembark he sees BOB's pistol beneath his jacket. He walks toward them ANDY: Pardon me, Gentlemen, the local ordinance requires you to surrender all side arms to the proper authority for the duration of your visit. BOB: Proper authority? Well, I can assure you, young man, that neither my companion nor I carry firearms on our person. We rely upon the good will of our fellow man and the forbearance of reptiles. INT DAY -- SHERIFF'S OFFICE (FATTY, ANDY, and CHARLIE are loading their weapons)
ANDY: Unarmed My ass. FATTY: Aw, Christ it's hot CHARLIE: If I'm gonna get shot I'd rather it's hot than cold. It hurts more when it's cold. You know how if you hit your thumb when it's cold--- ANDY: shut up. Fatty--- CHARLIE: I'm only saying--- ANDY: ---Clydes back. CHARLIE: Is Little Bill with him? ANDY: No. CHARLIE: Shit CLYDE: You boys cleaned my remington? FATTY: Cleaned and loaded CHARLIE: Where's Little Bill for Christ's sake? CLYDE: Building his damn porch CHARLIE: building his porch? FATTY: If you were to get shot, Andy, would you like it better on a hot day or a cold day? ANDY: I ain't going to get shot. CHARLIE: He's coming ain't he? CLYDE: (beginning to reload the pistol FATTY has prepared for him) Of course he's coming FATTY: I just loaded that, what're you doing? CLYDE: I don't trust nobody loading my guns, not for a shooting. CHARLIE: What'd he say? CLYDE: Little Bill? He didn't say nothing. He said he was building his porch. Have you seen that thing? FATTY: It was all loaded. I mean, Jesus, Clyde, you've got three pistols and only one arm for Christ's sake. CLYDE: I just don't want to get killed for lack of shootin' back. You know he don't have a straight angle in that whole god damned porch, or the whole house for that matter. He is the worse damn carpenter. CHARLIE: He didn't say nothing, huh? CLYDE: Asked what they looked like, that's all. Christ, maybe he's tough but he ain't no damn carpenter. ANDY: well maybe he ain't so tough CHARLIE: did he seem like he was scared? CLYDE: Little Bill? Him scared? CHARLIE: We've never seen him up against any like these ones. Killers. CLYDE: Little Bill come out of Kansas and Texas, boys. He worked them tough towns. CHARLIE: Just wondered. Anybody could be scared. CLYDE: Well, he wasn't scared, boys. He just ain't no carpenter INT BARBERSHOPDAY (BOB is getting a shave while BEAUCHAMP watches)
BOB: Well, there's a dignity in royalty. A majesty which precludes the likelihood of assassination. Now if your were to point a pistol at a king or a queen you hands would shake as though palsied BARBER: Well, I wouldn't point no pistol at nobody, sir. BOB: Well, that's a wise policy. A wise policy. But if you did, I can assure you that if you did the sight of royalty would cause you to dismiss all thoughts of bloodshed and you would stand - how shall I put it? - in awe. Now a president? I mean, why not shoot a president? (they move towards the door. Beauchamp flips a coin at the barber) BEAUCHAMP: Keep the change BARBER: Thank you. BOB: Now, this Strawberry Alice person, tell me again? BARBER: Down the street and across. Greenley's beer garden and billiard parlor. Just ask for Alice, say you want a game of billiards. BOB: Billiards? BARBER: Uh-huh BOB: Even though I don't really wish to play? BARBER: No matter. They burned the table in seventy-eight for firewood. BOB: Quite right. Quite right. (he steps out the door and into) EXT DAY BOB: Well, Mr. Beauchamp, I think a cup of tea would be --- (we hear pistols cocking and see the deputies surrounding the doorway) (Bob surveys the scene looking from deputy to deputy and back to LITTLE BILL who stands out IN T the road.) LITTLE BILL: Hello, Bob. Boys, this here is English Bob. BOB: Shit and fried eggs. LITTLE BILL: It's been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen? BOB: Little Bill, I thought, well, I thought that you were dead. I see you've shaved your chin whiskers off. LITTLE BILL: I was tasting the soup two hours after I ate it.. BOB: Actually what I heard was that you fell off your horse, drunk of course, and that you broke your bloody neck. LITTLE BILL: I heard that one myself, Bob Hell, I even thought that I was dead till I found out I was just in Nebraska. Who's your friend? BOB: W.W. Beauchamp BEAUCHAMP: Beauchamp BOB: This is Little Bill Daggett and friends, of course. BEAUCHAMP: Daggett, from Newton, Hayes? From Abeline? BOB: In person. LITTLE BILL: You work for the railroads too, Mr. Beauchamp? BEAUCHAMP: No, I write. I write. LITTLE BILL: Letters?- BOB: Books, Bill, Books. Actually he's my biographer. (Beauchamp digs into his bag. The sheriffs, nervous, point their guns at him. We see a stain appear in the front of BEAUCHAMP's pants and a fluid drain from his pant-leg.) BOB: I wouldn't do that if I were you Mr. Beauchamp BEAUCHAMP: It's only a book LITTLE BILL: A book, huh? So I guess that means you boys can read. So I guess that means you saws the signs outside of town saying, "surrender your firearms". But like you told young Andy here, you're not armed are you, Bob. BOB: Well, not really, Bill. I've got a peacemaker but that wouldn't worry you, would it. I mean if you don't see it, or more particularly, if you don't hear it. LITTLE BILL: I'm afraid so, Bob. We don't like firearms here. (Bob reaches for his gun slowly and LITTLE BILL does likewise. BOB opts instead to lift his jacket open exposing his pistol. BILL motions to ANDY to take the gun which he does.) BOB: Be very careful with it, Sonny. LITTLE BILL: Charlie, see what kind of books Mr. Beauchamp is packing here. Make sure you don't get wet. (CHARLIE get's the book from his bag) CHARLIE: No shit, Little Bill, all he's got here is writin stuff and this here book (shows the cover to LITTLE BILL) LITTLE BILL: (Reading) "The Duck of Death" BEAUCHAMP: Uh, Duke BOB: the Duke, Bill. (turning from LITTLE BILL as if to leave) Well, good afternoon, Gentlemen. LITTLE BILL: I'll have that .32, Bob. BOB: (turning to face LITTLE BILL) Now, Little Bill, you will leave me at the mercy of my enemies. (He opens the other side of his jacket to reveal a smaller pistol) LITTLE BILL: (walking forward to take pistol) Enemies, Bob. You been talking about the queen again, on independence day? (He begins to beat BOB savagely. after knocking him into the street he begins to kick BOB). LITTLE BILL: I guess you think I'm kicking you, Bob. It ain't so. What I'm doing is talking. You here? I'm talking to all those villains down there in Kansas. I'm talking to those villains in Missouri. And all those villains down there in Cheyenne, and I'm telling them there ain't no whores gold. And even if there was, well they wouldn't want to come looking for it anyhow. What are you all looking at? Go on! Get out of here! Scoot! Go on, mind your own business. EXT DAY MUNNY: and NED are riding in pursuit of KID NED: Hey, Will. You ever go into town MUNNY: On occasion. Sell a hog, pick up supplies NED: No, I mean, to get yourself a woman or something MUNNY: No Uh.. no I never go into town for that. A man like me? The only woman a man like me can get is one he has to pay for. That ain't right, peddling flesh. Claudia, God rest her soul, would never want me doing something like that, me being a father and all. NED: You just use your hand? MUNNY: I don't miss it all that much. (shots are fired throwing MUNNY from his horse. NED dives to the ground. MUNNY: crawls towards NED). NED: Will! God damnit, somebody's shooting at us. MUNNY: Yeah,. NED: (noticing blood on MUNNY's face) Oh shit, did he hit you. MUNNY: (noticing the blood) No, I bumped my head falling off my horse. NED: He ain't shooting at us no more. He's shooting way over yonder. What the hell's he shooting at over there? MUNNY: Beats the hell out of me NED: You don't reckon we in somebody's field, do you? MUNNY: I didn't see nothing planted NED: He's shooting at us again He's shooting up the whole horizon MUNNY: Hey!! NED: Now wait a minute, you'll mark us MUNNY: Hey, Kid NED: Kid? You mean that's the kid shooting at us MUNNY: Hey, Kid, it's Will Munny NED: What the hell's the kid shooting at us for MUNNY: Is that you? KID: Yeah. Yeah, it's me MUNNY: Now don't go shooting at us no more, you hear me. KID: Who in the hell you got with you, Will MUNNY: It's Ned Logon, my old partner. Now don't go shooting at us, you hear me. We're going to collect our horses and come on over there. You ain't going to shoot now, are you. KID: No. No I ain't. EXT DAYUNDER TREE MUNNY: chased that horse a damned mile. NED: What the hell was you shooting at us for KID: I thought you was following me MUNNY: We was following you. Like you said, if I changed my mind--- KID: Wasn't nothing said about no partner, Will MUNNY: Well, This here's Ned Logon. This is the Schofield Kid, nephew to Pete Sothow. KID: I seen two fellas following me. My guess is you come to kill me. We never talked about no other fella. MUNNY: Well there's two of them cowboys, isn't there, better there's three of us in case they got friends. KID: I figure I can take care of those two cowboys myself. It don't take three MUNNY: Ned's an awful good shot with a rifle. He can hit a bird in the eye flying. NED: Better than you, anyhow, kid. Hell, you wasn't even coming close. (he bends and picks up KID's rifle) KID: (going for his pistol) Get your damn hands off my rifle, mister. (MUNNY and NED look at each other) NED Thought maybe I'd check it for you. Make sure nothing's bent KID: It ain't bent. NED: Well, you was shooting all over creation. KID: You going to share you half with him? MUNNY: I figured three ways. KID: You figured wrong MUNNY: Sorry I wasted your time, Ned. KID: What, you're going back with him? MUNNY: He's my partner. He don't go I don't go. KID: What's it come to three ways? We see the three of them ride off together. EXT DAY We watch the trio ride across the plains. Munny is staring into the sky MUNNY: Shit KID: (to MUNNY) What the hell are you pissing on about? (pause) well, what are you looking at? NED: Clouds, Kid. He's looking at them clouds over yonder on account of we got a storm riding up our ass. KID: Oh, them. Hell, I seen them. NED: You were smart to change your mind, Kid. KID: Yeah? NED: Yeah. I'm a real good shot with this rifle. Here. See that hawk up there (points to sky) I could hit that hawk with one shot. KID: Hell, I could hit it too, Ned, if I didn't mind wasting a shot NED: There ain't no hawk, kid You can't see for shit, can you. KID: (Grabs NED's canteen and throws it to the ground) See your canteen? (shoots the canteen twice) NED: All right, how far can you see. KID: Far enough NED: We ain't going to Wyoming to shoot canteens, God damnit, how far? A hundred yards? KID: More. NED: Can you see that scrub oak yonder? KID: Fuck You, Ned! NED: He's blind, Will KID: I ain't blind, you asshole. (points pistol at NED) MUNNY: Now hold on. Hold it. How far can you see, Kid? Fifty yards? KID: You bet your ass I can see fifty yards, Will. I can see well enough to shoot this son of a bitch right here in front of me. MUNNY: Now hold on. You hear that, Ned? The kid can see fifty yards. Fine. NED: Jesus. MUNNY: Fifty yards will do just fine now let's move out. INTJAILNIGHT LITTLE BILL: is sitting at a table reading "The Duke of Death". BOB lies, beaten, inside one of the rooms two cells. BEAUCHAMP is sitting in the cell with him. LITTLE BILL: Boy, they look like real hard cases, Bob. Did you kill all seven of them dead or did you just wing some of them? Now that is you there, isn't it, Bob, on the cover; The Duck of Death. BEAUCHAMP: Uh, The Duke. Duke of death. LITTLE BILL: You always were hell and Jesus with a pistol, Bob. And seven of them, and you protecting that woman. How in the hell do you do that. BEAUCHAMP: Uh, you see, it's generally considered desirable in the publishing business to take a certain liberty when you are depicting the cover scene. It's for reasons involving the marketplace, et. cetera. LITTLE BILL: Well, Mr. Beauchamp, from what I've read in this here book the writing's not that much different than the picture. BEAUCHAMP: Well, I can assure you, Mr. Daggett, that the events that are described in there are taken from the account of eyewitnesses. LITTLE BILL: Eyewitnesses? BEAUCHAMP: Yes, sir. LITTLE BILL: You mean like The Duck himself, I guess. BEAUCHAMP: The Duke LITTLE BILL: Duck, I says. (reading) "You have insulted the honor of this beautiful woman, Corchran." Said The Duck. "You must apologize." But Two-Gun Corchran would have none of it, and, cursing, he reached for his pistols and would have killed him, but The Duck was faster, and hot lead blazed from his smoking six-guns." BEAUCHAMP: See, I consider that to be an accurate description of the events ---Albeit--- All right, there is a certain poetry to the language which I couldn't resist. LITTLE BILL: Uh, Mr. Beauchamp I was in the Blue Bottle Saloon in Wichita on the night that English Bob killed Corky Corchran, and I didn't see you there, nor no woman. No two-gun shooters. None of this. BEAUCHAMP: (in awe)You were there? LITTLE BILL: Yeah, I was there. First off, Corky never carried two guns, though he should have. BEAUCHAMP: (defensive) Now he was---he was called Two Gun Corchran. LITTLE BILL: Yeah, well, a lot of folks did call him Two Gun, but that wasn't because he was sporting two pistols, it was because he had a dick that was so big it was longer than the barrel on that Walker-Colt that he carried. And the only insulting he ever did was stick that thing of his into this French lady that English Bob here was kind of sweet on. You see, the night that Corky walked into the Blue Bottle and before he knows what's happened, Bob here takes a shot at him, and he misses because he's so damned drunk. Now that bullet whizzing by panicked old Corky and he did the wrong thing. He went for his gun in such a hurry he shot his own damn toe off. Meantime Bob here, he's aiming real good and he squeezes off another. But he misses cause he's still so damned drunk, and he hits this thousand dollar mirror up over the bar. Now The Duck of Death is as good as dead because Corky does it right. He aims real careful, no hurry, and BAM!!!! the Walker-Colt blew up in his hand which was a failing common to that model. You see, if old Corky had've had two guns, instead of just a big dick, he would have been right there to the end to defend himself. BEAUCHAMP: (shaken) Wait a minute. You mean that English Bob killed him when he didn't even have--- LITTLE BILL: Well, old Bob wasn't going to wait for Corky to grow a new hand. He just walked over there real slow, cause he was drunk. Shot him right through the liver (makes popping sound and chuckles). EXT NIGHT (NED, KID, and MUNNY are preparing for sleep around a blazing camp fire.) NED: (Moving rocks from his bed with disgust) Damn! I don't like rocks all over my dadgum back. I sure do miss my bed. MUNNY: You said that last night. NED: Last night I said I missed my wife. Tonight I just miss my dadgum bed. MUNNY: You'll miss your dadgum roof here in a while, I suppose. NED: Oh, shit! (KID comes toward the fire and lays down on his bed roll.) KID: Say, Will, MUNNY: huh KID: That business up in Jackson county, that really happen? I mean the way they say it happened? MUNNY: What business? KID: On how there's two deputies up close pointing their rifles right at you. Had you dead to rights. You pulled out your pistol and blew them both to hell. You only took a scratch yourself. Yeah, Uncle Pete says he ain't never seen nothing like it, shooting your way out of a scrape like that. MUNNY: Yeah. Well I don't recollect. KID: (annoyed) You don't recollect? MUNNY: That's right KID: Say, Ned, how many men you killed. (NED doesn't answer) Aren't you going to answer the question? NED: What the hell's that to you? KID: Well, I gotta know what kind of fella I'm riding with in case we get into a scrape and all. (NED looks at him) NED: How many men you killed, Kid? KID: Five. NED: (disbelieving) How many? KID: (angry) Five. I done killed five of them. That's including the Mexican, he done come at me with a knife. MUNNY: Would you shut up? Get some rest. KID: You boys are as crotchety as a couple of old hens, let me tell ya. (he lays down) INT CELL (BEAUCHAMP is sitting at the table with a writing pad in front of him. LITTLE BILL is sprawled out on a bench across from him while BOB lies in his cell on the bunk) BEAUCHAMP: Actually, then, Mr. Corchran was faster on the draw than The Duck--- than E--English Bob LITTLE BILL: Faster? Faster was his mistake. If he hadn't been in such a god damned hurry, he wouldn't have shot himself in the toe with that first shot, he would have killed ol' Bob. Look, son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill you. BEAUCHAMP: But if the other fella is quicker and fires first--- LITTLE BILL: then he'll be hurrying and he'll miss. Look here (stands up and pulls his pistol) That's about as fast as I can draw and aim and hit anything more than ten feet away, unless it's a barn. BEAUCHAMP: But if he doesn't miss? LITTLE BILL: Then he'll kill you. (laughs) That's why there's so few dangerous men around like old Bob. Like me. It ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow, especially if the son-of-a-bitch is shooting back at you. I mean, that'll just flat rattle some folks. (both laugh) Let me show you something... BEAUCHAMP: (writing) Just---just one moment--. LITTLE BILL: (reaching into the desk drawer) Look here. BEAUCHAMP: I know, just--- LITTLE BILL: (pulling a pistol from the drawer and laying it on the table) Take that! (BOB becomes interested at this point) Now, there's the key (throws key on table) All you've got to do is shoot me, and you and Bob can just ride on out of here free as birds. BEAUCHAMP: (flustered) Wait. It isn't..... is it loaded? LITTLE BILL: Wouldn't do you much good if it wasn't. First you got to cock it. (BEAUCHAMP stares at the pistol but does nothing. BOB struggles to a seated position) Go on. Cock it. (BEAUCHAMP does and stands up holding the pistol clumsily.) Now you got to point it (BEAUCHAMP stares at LITTLE BILL) Go on, point it. (BEAUCHAMP does but still clumsily. It is obvious he is no gunslinger) Now all you got to do is pull the trigger, Mister. (BEAUCHAMP's grip on the pistol tightens a little and for a moment we think he might actually do it but the moment passes quickly and he lowers the weapon. LITTLE BILL begins to laugh.) Hot, ain't it. You didn't even put your finger on the trigger. BEAUCHAMP: What if----- What if I gave it to him? (motions towards BOB) LITTLE BILL: Give it to him. BEAUCHAMP: (unsure ) You don't..... you don't really want me to--- LITTLE BILL: (harshly) Give it to him. (BEAUCHAMP walks towards the cell and holds the pistol out towards BOB who rises to his feet. He wants the pistol and reaches toward it. His hand hovers near the pistol for a second but he thinks better and lays his hand on the bars instead.) LITTLE BILL: I guess he don't want it, Mr. Beauchamp. (LITTLE BILL walks forward and takes the gun from BEAUCHAMP who walks across the room and re-takes his seat. Chuckling, LITTLE BILL begins to unload the pistol letting each bullet fall to the floor. We hear five shells hit the ground before he turns the last chamber. When we don't hear a bullet hit the floor we realize the chamber was empty.) LITTLE BILL: You were right not to take it, Bob. I would have killed you. (He walks across the room and, throwing the pistol on the table, continues to the window which he looks out of.) LITTLE BILL: We could use some rain, Mr. Beauchamp. EXT NIGHT It is raining hard. MUNNY is trying to mount his horse . MUNNY: Whoa! Whoa, God damn! You no good pig fucking whore! Whoa! (he finally gets on the horse) Sorry old horse! EXT NIGHT It is still raining as MUNNY, NED, and KID ride towards Big Whiskey NED: (holding up a bottle of whiskey) I brung this along for when we have to kill them fellas. Figure we could use some now. MUNNY: Not me. I don't touch that stuff no more. NED: Oh, come on, Will. It's raining MUNNY: I know it's raining Give some to the kid, why don't you NED: Do you think that kid really killed five men? MUNNY: No. NED: You know, when he was talking back there about the time them deputies had the drop on you and Pete? MUNNY: Yeah. NED: Well, I remember it was three men you shot, Will, not two. MUNNY: Well I ain't like that no more, Ned. I ain't no crazy killing fool? NED: Still think it's going to be easy to kill them cowboys? MUNNY: If we don't drown first. EXT DAY (LITTLE BILL is walking across the porch of the sheriffs office towards a waiting wagon.) LITTLE BILL: Give these keys to the conductor. (hands keys to wagon driver) Tell him he can loose old Bob's cuffs as soon as he's outside the county. DRIVER Yep. BOB: Got my pistols? LITTLE BILL: (hands BOB a pistol with the barrel bent over) I guess you know Bob that if I see you again I'm just going to start shooting and figure it's self defense. (BOB stares at LITTLE BILL as the wagon pulls away. As it does so we see BEAUCHAMP standing in front of the sheriffs office.) LITTLE BILL: I didn't steal your biographer. He's staying on his own account. BOB: Well, he can go stuff himself as well, can't he. (He begins to scream from the back of the wagon) A plague on you! A plague on the whole stinking lot of you, without morals or laws! You got no laws! You got no honor! It's no wonder you all emigrated to America, because they wouldn't have you in England! You're all a lot of savages, that's what you are. A bunch of bloody savages! A plague on you. I'll be back! (we see the women gathered on the porch watching BOB leave town) ALICE: Nobody's gonna come. Not after what Little Bill done to that Englishman. SKINNY: Delilah, them tables ain't clean. Can't you get them clean? Maybe if you'd cover up that face a little somebody might want to hump with you and you wouldn't have to do all that cleaning. (offhandedly) What do you call them things you cover up your face with? FAITH A veil. SKINNY: Yeah, a veil. Get a veil. ALICE: Rains coming. SKINNY: Thank God. (The women file into the bar leaving ALICE on the porch.) EXT NIGHT We see a train rolling slowly through the rain as NED, MUNNY, and KID ride into view As the train passes we see ENGLISH BOB inside asleep against a window. NED: (Offering the bottle of whiskey) Will? (MUNNY declines it) You sure? MUNNY: looks at him and rides on. NED hands the bottle to KID who drinks from it as NED rides after MUNNY. EXT NIGHT -- OUTSKIRTS OF BIG WHISKEY It is still raining. MUNNY has begun to caugh, the first sign a coming sickness. The three of them ride past the notice and into Big Whiskey. NED: You all right there, Will? MUNNY: only continues caughing. INT NIGHT -- ALICE'S BEDROOM Hey. There's a fella asking for you, Alice. ALICE: Tonight? You ain't joshin? (calling into the hall) This way mister. ALICE: Must be randy as hell to come out in this shit. KID: enters the room taking off his hat. INT NIGHT -- LITTLE BILL'S HOME BEAUCHAMP: is seated at a table copying furiously while LITTLE BILL paces the floor orating. All about the room there are pans of water catching leaks from the celing. LITTLE BILL (in the middle of a story) "No, no, you're wrong, Little Bill," he said, "that's not a Curly J. That's a Bobbed J." (laughs) He had changed it over and I said to him, "Jim, you're a liar and a horse thief. Oh Now when he saw that the rest of them weren't going to help him none he, of course, started crying and sobbing and just carying on saying "Oh, Bill! Oh God, please don't kill me, Bill! Please don't kill me, Bill!" I said, (picks up a bowl of water) "Jim, it just makes me sick!---open a window, will you--- BEAUCHAMP: Uh, Yeah. (gets up and opens window) LITTLE BILL: --to see a man carrying two pistols and a henry rifle and crying like a damned baby." (he throws the bowl of water out the window) BEAUCHAMP: So you killed him? LITTLE BILL: No. But I should have. I can't abide them kind You see them In the taverns, you know, tramps and drunk teamsters and crazed miners, BEAUCHAMP: (getting up and moving to another part of the table where water isn't dripping) Yeah. LITTLE BILL: sporting their pistols and acting like they was bad men but without any sand or character. Not even any bad character. I do not like assasians-- BEAUCHAMP: assasians LITTLE BILL: or men of low character. BEAUCHAMP: Yeah. LITTLE BILL: Like your friend English Bob. BEAUCHAMP: Uh-huh LITTLE BILL: Now Bob, he was no coward, you know. Now he wouldn't come up to your face and cry carry on like that. BEAUCHAMP: (raising his hands in disgust over the drips which he can't aviod) Sheriff, I just-- LITTLE BILL: Yeah. Damn. Well, I don't have any more recepticles. LITTLE BILL: Maybe you should just hang the carpenter. (laughs not knowing who the carpenter is) LITTLE BILL: (angrily) What? BEAUCHAMP: (flummoxed) Oh, uh, I was just saying that --- because of the--- you know, if you hang--- Doesn't matter. (There is a knock on the door) LITTLE BILL: What the hell! On a night like this.... (calling) Who the hell is it? CHARLEY It's deputy Charley Hacker, Bill LITTLE BILL: walks to the door and BEAUCHAMP follows him. LITTLE BILL: opens door to reveal a wet, scared, CHARLEY) LITTLE BILL: What? CHARLEY Three fellas just come into town, Bill.They're down to Greenlys. There's two of them got guns. INT NIGHT -- GREENLEY'S The bar is half full. At a table near the stairs sit NED and MUNNY. NED is drinking whiskey while MUNNY is hunched down in his jacket shivering. NED: What the hell's keeping that kid? You don't suppose he's up--- (catches a good look at MUNNY) Jesus, Will, you look like shit! MUNNY: You remember Eagle Hendershot? NED: Yeah. MUNNY: I saw him. NED: Will, he's dead. MUNNY: No, I saw him, Ned. His head was all broke open. You could see inside of it. NED: Jesus, Will, you got a fever. Take a drink will you. (pours a drink and hands it to MUNNY) MUNNY: (Ignores the drink but continues) Worms were coming out. NED: Look, Will, I'm going to go up and see what's keeping the kid. Must be he's getting an advance from one of those sporting ladies. Will, uh, look if I was to......um.... well, I mean if it worked out that I could take a little time for myself. I don't suppose you would... I mean you wouldn't.... (MUNNY looks at him coldly) No, I guess you wouldn't want to come. (NED goes up the stairs under the gaze of SKINNY, DELILAH, FATTY, and the rest of the bar patrons. After he exits their attention turns to MUNNY who is staring at the whisky NED had poured for him. We feel that he is trying to make a choice.After a time he pushes the glass away from him and pulls his coat tighter around him.) (LITTLE BILL enters with ANDY, CLYDE and BEAUCHAMP. At the bar FATTY pulls his pistol. The patrons begin to move from the line of fire. As the tension mounts ANDY, FATTY, and CLYDE aim their weapons at MUNNY) LITTLE BILL: Give me that pistol, Mister MUNNY: Huh? LITTLE BILL: I says give me over your pistol MUNNY: Well, I ain't drunk. LITTLE BILL: Ordinance says you got to turn in your firearms to the county office, day or night. (moves towards MUNNY) I guess you didn't see the sign with the weather and all. MUNNY: No. But I ain't..... I ain't armed. LITTLE BILL: What about your friends upstairs? They got any pistols? MUNNY: I don't know. No, I guess..... No. They ain't armed either. LITTLE BILL: Uh-huh. Spilled your whiskey? MUNNY: Look, I said---- LITTLE BILL: What's your name? MUNNY: William (coughs) Hendershot. LITTLE BILL: Well, Mister William Hendershot, what if I was to say you was a no good son of a bitch and a liar? (MUNNY stares at him) LITTLE BILL: And if I was to say that you shit in your pants because of a cowardly soul, I bet you'd show me that pistol right quick, wouldn't you? You'd shoot me dead. Isn't that so? MUNNY: (pauses looking at the sheriffs) Maybe. Yeah, I guess. But the fact is I ain't carrying no firearm. LITTLE BILL: Get up. (MUNNY looks away for a moment. CLYDE, ANDY, and FATTY cock their weapons. After a moment MUNNY begins to stand.) LITTLE BILL: Come on. (He throws open MUNNY's jacket and pulls out the pistol hidden there) LITTLE BILL: What's this for, snakes and such? MUNNY: Yeah. LITTLE BILL: We don't have any snakes in here, mister Hendershot. MUNNY: Well, it..(THUNDER) ... It ain't loaded. Powder's wet. LITTLE BILL: (turning) You see, Mister Beauchamp. This is the kind of trash (Pistol whips MUNNY) I was speaking of. (MUNNY crawls towards the bar and grabs hold of a bottle) You find this kind in all your saloons and all your prosperous communities. (MUNNY tries to turn with the bottle but LITTLE BILL hits him first knocking him to the floor) Over in, uh, Cheyanne, (Kicks MUNNY) Abeline! (Kicks MUNNY again then turns to BEAUCHAMP) But you won't find them in the town of Big Whiskey. INT NIGHT --- ALICE'S ROOM ALICE: is opening the window while NED and KID are hurridly pulling on their clothes in hopes of escape ALICE: Hurry Up! (to LITLE SUE) You know what to say to Little Bill. (to NED) You got to look sharp for that lone pine. If you miss the pine you ain't gonna find it. (puts his hat on NED who is seated in the window pulling his boots on.) NED: Don't mind the hat mam, just put the fucking boots on (he falls backwards out the window) EXT NIGHT -- OUTSIDE DELILAH'S WINDOW It is still raining. We see NED fall from the window onto a wooden overhang. Behind him we see KID: emerge from the window. NED, who has lost his balance, rolls down the overhang and falls to the ground hard KID crawls out and drops to the ground next to him as ALICE shuts the window. NED: Damn! KID: What about Will? What are we gonna do about Will? NED: Come on, Kid. Let's hope them horses are still there. (NED gathers his things and runs offscreen. KID follows him) INT NIGHT -- SKINNY'S MUNNY: is crawling painfully towards the door past the assembled sheriffs. LITTLE BILL: (walking up to the bar) Let the man out, W.W., He's desiring to leave the hospitality of Big Whiskey behind him. (BEAUCHAMP looks at LITTLE BILL who smiles back. BEAUCHAMP turns and opens the door) EXT NIGHT SKINNY'S PORCH MUNNY: continues his slow crawl out on to the porch and down the steps where he rolls into the street. INT NIGHT -- DELILAH'S ROOM LITTLE BILL: is livid with anger at the escape of KID and NED and is taking it out physically on ALICE while FAITH, LITTLE SUE , SKINNY, CLYDE and BEAUCHAMP look on. (LITTLE BILL slaps ALICE, knocking her to the floor) SKINNY: Easy, Little Bill, she's gotta work. She's got to turn a dollar a time! LITTLE BILL: (Ignoring SKINNY) If they was just here for the fucking how come the lit out the back window? ALICE: On account of they seen you was beating on their friend. LITTLE SUE: They just came here for the billiards, Little Bill, honest. LITTLE BILL: (Shouting at her) Billiards? (pauses looking about the room) Well, you mean they were just passing through here? LITTLE SUE: They was going to Fort Buford. ALICE: You just kicked the shit out of an innocent man. LITTLE BILL: Innocent? Innocent of what? EXT NIGHT -- STREETS OF BIG WHISKEY (It is still raining. Through the gloom we can barely see two men on horseback riding towards us. They are NED and KID. As they ride towars the outskirts of town we see them approach another rider clinging weakly to a horse. This is MUNNY. Weak from the combination of fever and LITTLE BILL: 's beating he is desperately trying to get away. The two riders converge upon him and NED grabs for the bridle of MUNNY'S horse) KID: Aw Jesus! NED: Will? (MUNNY does not answer. NED takes the reigns of MUNNY'S horse and leads him as the three leave town.) INT NIGHT -- HIDEOUT (MUNNY is laying unconscious while NED and KID hover over him. KID holds a candle while NED stitches the cuts on MUNNY'S face.) KID: Jesus, Ned. You done this before? NED: Plenty of times KID: His pistol must've jammed. NED: (ignoring him) Here, bring that candle in a little closer. I can't see. (NED continues to work the needle and thread through the cuts on MUNNY'S face) KID: He wouldn't have took no beating like that if it hadn't have jammed. He wouldn't just give it over and not shoot no-one. EXT DAY -- HIDEOUT (We see three horses outside a low wooden shack. In the background the mountains loom.) INT -- HIDEOUT (Though it is day outside we can hardly tell. The shack is almost as dark as it was last night. KID is inspecting MUNNY) KID: He don't look so good. (KID walks toward the doorway where NED is standing looking out. We also see that ALICE and SILKY are here.ALCIE is pulling on her clothes) KID: He didn't even pull his pistol, huh? NED: Yeah, well he ain't as tough as you, Kid. KID: Well, at least I would have pulled my pistol, Ned. NED: Well, you did. Right out of the lady and out the god-damned window KID: Hey, that was your idea! I wanted to go back and ---- SILKY Hey, we gotta go. KID: What? Already? Hey, darlin, I'm ready for another advance (he lies down and pulls her towards him but she resists) SILKY: You're going to use it all up before you can get it. ALICE: No more advances on what you ain't done yet! KID: (Pulling on his pants) Hey, sweetheart, we're just waiting on the weather to clear. Once this weather clears up.... NED: We're going to need more food. About three days worth. KID: (Jumps to his feet and stands in front of NED) Three days? We could kill them tomorrow. NED: I don't kill nobody without him (points to MUNNY) KID: We don't need him. The two of us could do it. Besides, he ain't nothing but a broken down pig farmer. (SILKY and ALICE ride by on horses heading towards town) ALICE: One of us will bring food in the morning and we'll bring you some whiskey, too. NED: (Shouting after them) And some medicine if you got any. (In the background MUNNY is regaining consciousness. We hear him groaning. NED goes to him and kneels by his side) KID: Don't it make you sick hearing him like that? (Shouts to the women) And don't you ladies worry none. Me and Ned, we'll kill them two sons of bitches for you. (He folds open a paper drawings of DAVEY and MIKE) INT HIDEOUT -- NIGHT (KID and NED are sitting by a fire. In the backgroun we hear MUNNY, delerious now, talking to himself) MUNNY: Claudia! Oooooh, (NED crawls over to MUNNY and KID soon follows him) NED: Will. MUNNY: Claudia. NED: Claudia's not here. MUNNY: It that you, Ned? NED: Uh-huh. MUNNY: I seen him, Ned. I seen the angel of death. I see the river, Ned. He's got snake eyes. NED: Who, Will? Who's got snake eyes? MUNNY: It's the angel of death. Oh, Ned. I'm scared of dying! NED: Easy, partner. Easy. MUNNY: I seen Claudia, too. NED: That's good, Will. It's good you saw Claudia, ain't it? MUNNY: Her face was all covered with worms. Oh, Ned, I'm scared. I'm dying. You won't tell nobody... don't tell my kids..... none of the things I done, you hear me NED: All-right, Will. (KID and NED stare at MUNNY for a moment then KID turns back to the fire. After a moment NED does too) (KID and NED are back by the fire.) KID: He's going to die, ain't he? NED: Maybe. KID: Well, supposing he does. NED: We'll bury him. KID: That ain't what I mean, Ned. NED: You mean will I help you kill them cowboys. KID: Well, I can't spot them myself, but you cold. That big bastard, you could spot him a half mile off I bet. NED: And if I spot him? KID: Well, then I ride up close and shoot him. ((NED stares at KID sizing him up) NED: Just like that, huh? KID: I told you I'm a killer. I done it before. (pauses) I'm more of a killer than he is anyhow. (NED looks at him with obvious dis-belief) NED: Yeah? KID: Yeah. (Kid stares at NED then looks away knowing that NED can see through him) HIDEOUT -- DAY (DELILAH is wiping MUNNY'S brow.He is regaining consciousness, his fever finally broken) MUNNY: (Looking at her in momentary shock then with recognition) I thought you was an angel. DELILAH: (Laughing) You ain't dead. MUNNY: No. (feels at his face) Some big fella, he really kicked the hell out of me. DELILAH: (nods) MUNNY: I must look kinda like you now. DELILAH: (She turns her head ashamed) You don't look nothing like me, Mister. MUNNY: No offense, but you got to be the one those cowboys cut up. (pause) My partners, Ned and that kid, they around? DELILAH: They went out scouting when they saw your fever broke. MUNNY: Scouting. DELILAH: (nods) Out to the Bar-T. Looking for them. MUNNY: How long have I been here? DELILAH: Three days. Are you hungry, or--- MUNNY: Three days, I oughta be. (She hands him a canteen which he takes slowly and drinks from) EXT DAY -- HIDEOUT. (There is snow on the ground We hear MUNNY talking offscreen. Before us are two horses tied up. One is MUNNY'S the other belongs to DELILAH. She is walking from where the horses are towards MUNNY. As he comes into view we see his is sitting on a stump looking at the landscape. A fire burns before him) MUNNY: I thought I was gone. I wouldn't normally pay no notice to high country like this Trees. But I sure notice them now. I thought I was dying for sure. DELILAH: I brought your hat (holds it out to him) You left it down at Greeleys. MUNNY: (Takes the hat and sets it beside him) Thanks. That sheriff....He still looking for me? DELILAH: Little Bill? No, he thinks you went south. Are you really going to kill them cowboys? MUNNY: I guess. There's still a payment coming, isn't there? DELILAH: (She nods) Them other two, your friends, they been taking advances on the payment. MUNNY: Advances? DELILAH: (She sits next to him) Free ones. MUNNY: Free ones? DELILAH: Alice and Silky have been giving them free ones. MUNNY: I see. (She straightens her jacket like an awkwards schoolgirl. Finally she turns to MUNNY and asks him, in a tone much like that of a girl asking a man to her first Sadie Hawkins dance) DELILAH: Would you like a free one? MUNNY: (He looks at her) No, I uh, I guess not. DELILAH: (She is momentarily crushed but quickly tries to regain her composure.) I, uh, I didn't mean with me. I meant that Alice and Silky would be happy to give you a free one if you wanted one. (She stands up quickly and starts to poke the fire) That's all I meant. MUNNY: Oh, I didn't mean I didn't want a free one on account of you being cut up and all. (She pulls on her bonnet and begins to tie it) What I said the other day about you looking like me, that ain't true. You ain't ugly like me. It's just that we've both got scars. But you're a beautiful woman, and if I was to want a free one I'd want it with you, I guess, more than them other two. It's just that I...I can't on account of my wife. (As MUNNY spoke DELILAH'S face had begun to change. First she is hurt, then sad, finally she softens. At the mention of Munny's wife she stands and turns to look at him) DELILAH: Your wife? MUNNY: Yeah. You see.... DELILAH: (She nods) I admire you for that, for being true to your wife and all. I've known a lot of men.... who weren't. MUNNY: Yeah, I suppose. DELILAH: Is.... is she back in Kansas. MUNNY: Yeah. Yeah, she's watching over my young ones. EXT DAY -- (Various cowhands from the Bar-T are branding cattle. Three cowboys are holding down a calf while others circle around watching.) COWBOY: 1 Hang on, Slim! Hang on! COWBOY: 2 Get the damn iron! (The calf kicks out suddenly shaking the cowboys loose and struggling to it's feet meaning to escape.The cowboys begin to shout at DAVEY , who is on horseback, to catch the calf.) COWBOY: S DAVEY ! Go on, get him! Go! Go! (DAVEY rides off in persuit of the calf along the base of a high plateau. Suddenly there is a shot and DAVEY 'S horse falls to the ground on top of him. The cowboys stare at him in shock.) DAVEY: Jesus Fellas! (The cowboys look about bewildered, frantically searching the surrounding plateaus. Suddenly, as if a on cue, they all begin to run for cover) DAVEY: Jesus, boys. My leg's broke! (The cowboys begin to shoot randomly at the rocks above.) EXT DAY --- same place but on top of a plateau where MUNNY, KID, and NED sit. NED has his spencer rifle out and is aiming furtively at DAVEY ) DAVEY: (OS) I'm pinned, boys! JOHNNY (OS) They're over on them there rocks! MUNNY: Better finish him, Ned. KID: He ain't dead? You didn't get him? MUNNY: He got the boys horse. Better finish him before he gets clear. EXT DAY --- Focus on DAVEY who is struggling beneath his horse, then on the various cowboys. COWBOY: S Get behind them rocks, DAVEY -boy! Get over there, DAVEY . _CUT TO_ NED: , MUNNY, and KID KID: What happened? He ain't killed? What's going on? MUNNY: He gets in those rock, we ain't going to get him, unless we go down there. KID: What rocks? Why don't you shoot? What's going on, Ned? (Below them the cowboys are yelling back and forth. Three shots are fired.) KID: Well, ain't ya gonna shoot? (NED points the gun but can't fire. MUNNY stares at him. Finally, NED lowers the rifle and looks at MUNNY) NED: Will..... Will, I... (MUNNY takes the rifle from NED and prepares to fire) MUNNY: I ain't very good with one of thses. (MUNNY fires once and we see his bullet hit the ground near DAVEY who is dragging himself toward the rocks. Meanwhile the cowboys are shouting for DAVEY to get out of the line of fire) KID: Did you get him? Will, where is he? MUNNY: (to NED) How many more shots do I have? (no answer) Ned, god damnit, how many more shots do I have? NED: (quietly) Two. (He aims the rifle slowly and fires. Again we see the bullet narrowly miss DAVEY . He is almost clear. His friends are shouting for him to hurry.) KID: Did you get him? (MUNNY ignores him and cocks the rifle. He aims carefully knowing that this is his last chance. We see a closeup of DAVEY . He, too, knows that the end is coming one way or another. We see the fear in him. MUNNY takes his time and finally squeezes off the last shot. He hear a hollow thud and then a moan from DAVEY and we know that MUNNY has hit his mark.) (MUNNY lowers the rifle slowly. From his vantage point we can see DAVEY 'S legs slowly kicking out in slow agony. They are all we can see of DAVEY , however, as the rest of him is obscured behid a large rock. We now see how close he came to surviving.) MUNNY: (Hands rifle to KID) Here. Reload this. KID: You missed him! MUNNY: I got him. DAVEY: They shot me, boys! KID: He ain't killed. MUNNY: Maybe. Maybe not. Got him through the gut, I think. KID: You think he's gonna die? You think we killed him? MUNNY: (after a pause) Yeah. We killed him, I guess. DAVEY: I'm dying boys! KID: (Shouting) Well, then you shouldn't have cut up no woman you assholes! (Gunshots wiz past as the cowboys mark where the shout came from) DAVEY: Jesus, I'm so thirsty! Slim! Slim, get me some water, please. Please, Slim, I'm bleading. MUNNY: Give him a drink of water, god damnit! DAVEY: Get me a drink of water, Slim MUNNY: Will you give him a drink of water for christ's sake, we ain't gonna shoot. SLIM You ain't gonna shoot? MUNNY: No. SLIM Hold on, DAVEY boy. Here I come now. Don't you shoot me, you bastard. (SLIM reaches DAVEY and begin to pour water on his mouth. As the camera comes around the rock we see DAVEY clutching his belly in agony.) KID: They take him water? MUNNY: Yeah. SLIM Jesus, Johnny they shot him. (The cowboys continue to shout amongst one another with the occasional curse at MUNNY. Meanwhile MUNNY is slowly flicking rocks about. NED stares at him quietly.) EXT DAY (MUNNY, NED, and KID are riding across the valley.) KID: When are we going to double back? MUNNY: Oh, after a ways. NED: Not me, I'm heading back down to Kansas. MUNNY: We've got to kill the other one first. Look, Ned, with any luck we'll find the other one by nightfall or in the morning. Then we can shoot him and head on back with the money. (NED stops and pull the rifle from it's holster) NED: You want the Spencer, Will? MUNNY: This ain't no time to quit, Ned. KID: Yeah, you're going to loose your share, Ned. MUNNY: Shut up! NED: I'll see you, Will. So long., Kid. (NED turns and begins riding away.) MUNNY: NED! (Rides after him) Here. (Hands the rifle to NED) I ain't no good with that damn thing anyhow. Me and the kid will head over to that ranch and when we find him, we'll shoot him, and then we'll meet up with you and pick up our money and all head south together. NED: Suppose he don't go back to the ranch, Will. MUNNY: Well, he ain't going to go into town, I figure he won't stay out in the open country. No, he'll hole up at that ranch. NED: Well, I ain't waiting. I'll look in on your young ones when I get back. (He rides off) MUNNY: Hey, Ned. (NED stops and looks back) Don't pay no attention to what the kid said about the money and all. I'll bring your share. Kid's full of shit. (NED rides away). EXT DAY -- LITTLE BILL'S FARM (ANDY rides quickly up and jumps off his horse. He runs towards the house calling to LITTLE BILL) ANDY: Little Bill! (We see something fall from the roof behind him and then LITTLE BILL'S head hangs over the ledge) LITTLE BILL: I was just doing some repairs up here. ANDY: They just killed one of them cowboys. LITTLE BILL: Shit! EXT NIGHT (A group is gathered around a wagon bearing the body of DAVEY . In it are a number of the COWBOYs from the Bar-T as well as LITTLE BILL and BEAUCHAMP) COWBOY: And Parson said how he seen three men, right after sun-up, headed out east. One was on a dun and the other was on a flea bitten grey, only he didn't know what the third one was on. Could've been an appoloosa cause he was looking right into the sun... (The wagon pulls away) FATTY: Bill, Amos says to ask you if the county's gonna pay for feed for all the horses or not. ANDY: Witherspoon says he won't sell us no more 30-30 shells without we pay. BYSTANDER: Hell, use my dogs. Then the county's got to take responsibility. LITTLE BILL: Don't worry about them horses, Fatty. You just get on out there to the Bar-T and make sure that other cowboy stays put and don't expose himself, you hear. FATTY: All right. (With a nod from LITTLE BILL the crowd begins to disperse) INT NIGHT -- ALICE'S ROOM (ALICE, LITTLE SUE, SILKY, FAITH AND DELILAH are watching the gathering through the window) DELILAH: I didn't think they'd really do it. ALICE: Did you think they come clear up from Kansas just to fuck us? (She sits down on the bed and, taking up a deck of cards, begins dealing for herself and FAITH) DELILAH: No but that kid, he's just a boy and the other one, Will, the nice one, being so true to his wife and all --- ALICE: Wife? He ain't got no wife! DELILAH: Oh, yes he does. He said --- ALICE: I told you he ain't got no wife. Not above ground anyways. (There is silence for a moment and then something crashes through the window. From outside comes shouts of "Murdering Whores!!!") ALICE: (Running to the window and shouting at the crowd) He had it coming! He had it coming for what he done! And the other one, too. Both of them for what they done. EXT NIGHT -- BIG WHISKEY (A cowboy rides madly into town) COWBOY: We got one! We got one of them bastards! We got one! We got one! (approaches sheriffs office where LITTLE BILL is assembled with his mob of deputies and cowboys) COWBOY: We got one, sheriff. out by cow creek. LITTLE BILL: Is he alive? COWBOY: Hell yeah! A bunch of us boys from the Bar-T went out looking on account of them killing one of our own and we come across this son-of-a-bitch on a roan heading south. LITTLE BILL: Did he admit it? COWBOY: No, but I guess he will soon enough. He had a spencer rifle on him. LITTLE BILL: Those cowboys messed him up? COWBOY: A little bit, I guess. LITTLE BILL: All right. Clyde, Andy, get on out there. See if you can find out what happened to them other two fellas EXT NIGHT -- BAR-T (In the background we see a house with lights inside. Closer to us we see an outhouse surrounded by low shrubbery. KID walks stealthly along the shrubs.) KID: (Making quite noises in signal. As if in answer the door to the outhouse comes open and we see a man stroll out casually buttoning his pants. Behind KID we see MUNNY step into view.) INT NIGHT -- BAR-T (A number of the cowboys, including MIKE are sitting around a table. Some play cards, others drink, others do nothing. FATTY and ANDY are also here. The door opens and the cowboy from the outhouse enters) COWBOY: Can you see anything out there, Buck? BUCK: Well, yes I did. Seen about 200 fellas packing rifles. Got the place surrounded. Said they want Quick Mike's ass. I said "How much?" They said "Five." I said "Dollars?" they said "Cents." I said "Sold!" MIKE: Well I ain't worrying cause I got me some protection. (Looks at FATTY who is fast asleep) EXT NIGHT -- BIG WHISKEY (CLYDE and ANDY are leadig a posse into town. Between the group, hands tied behind his back, is NED. They ride to the sheriffs office where LITTLE BILL greats them) LITTLE BILL: He tell you where them other's is? CLYDE: Nope LITTLE BILL: Give 'em any names? CLYDE: Nope. Didn't give us nothing but his own name. Ned Roundtree. (ANDY throws the spencer rifle to LITTLE BILL) LITTLE BILL: Bring him in. Well Ned, you'll want to tell me and Mr. Beauchamp here all about your two villianous friends, I guess. I'll be glad to hear the names and whereabouts of those two murderous son's of bitches. (They all file into the sheriffs office) EXT DAY -- BAR-T. (Outside again. KID and MUNNY are awaiting the appearance of MIKE) KID: Sure is ripe! MUNNY: Yeah. Gonna get a lot riper. KID: You think he's still in there? MUNNY: Yeah, he's in there. KID: Yeah, well he's holding onto his shit like it was money. MUNNY: He's in there KID: You'll tell me right off if you see him. MUNNY: Yeah. KID: You ain't gonna shoot him yourself. MUNNY: You can shoot him. INT DAY -- SHERIFF'S OFFICE (NED is tied to the bars facing us. Behind him is LITTLE BILL who is whipping NED with a bull-whip. BEAUCHAMP sits on the bench reading. ANDY and CHARLEY are also watching. Each of them is becoming more and more disturbed with every blow LITTLE BILL lands on NED.) _CUT TO_ (Various places in town. Everyone can hear the crack of LITTLE BILL'S whip and all are disturbed by it) _CUT TO_ INT DAY -- SHERIFF'S OFFICE (LITTLE BILL finally stops whipping NED. Now that NED is "softened" it is time for questioning) LITTLE BILL: Now, Ned.Where did Mr. Quincy and, uh, what was the young feller's name? NED: Elroy. Elroy Tate. BEAUCHAMP: Sheriff. (Shakes his head and holds his pad out where LITTLE BILL can read it) LITTLE BILL: No. No, that's not what you said. NED: Hell if it aint LITTLE BILL: No, you said Elroy Quincy out of Medicine Hat and Henry Tate out of Cheyanne. NED: Hell if I did. Hell if I did. LITTLE BILL: Charley, go over and get them whores that fucked these guys the night of the storm. CHARLIE: Strawberry Alice and Silky? LITTLE BILL: Yeah. Go on. (Comes close behind NED as if to whisper in his ear) Now Ned, them whores are going to tell different lies than you. And when their lies aint the same as your lies...... well I ain't gonna hurt no woman, but I'm gonna hurt you, and not gentle like before, but bad. EXT DAY -- BAR-T (The same group from last night is now playing cards around the table) MIKE: (Throws down cards and get's up) Where are you going. FATTY: Let me finish this hand. MIKE: What, are you going to protect me while I take a dump? COWBOY: Don't get bushwacked. MIKE: Well, I'll fart on them. THIRSTY: Let me go with you. MIKE: Yeah, you can wipe my ass, Thirsty. THIRSTY: Too hell with him. The man ain't polite he oughtta get shot. (MIKE exits and walks to the outhouse. He does not see KID and MUNNY hiding in the bushes.) KID: Is that him? MUNNY: Yeah, that's him. All right, Kid. Go get him, he's all yours. (Kid goes quietly to the outhouse. He flings open the first door but the stall is empty. At this moment FATTY comes out of the house and spots KID) FATTY: Assassians! (MUNNY shoots at him but missed shooting out the window instead. Inside the cowboys duck for cover) MUNNY: Shoot him! (KID opens the next door and takes a long look at MIKE who is sitting there. KID raises his pistol) MIKE: No! No! (KID shoots MIKE three times in rapid succession. Meanwhile MUNNY has begun shooting at the house in an attempt to keep the cowboys indoors.) MUNNY: Come on, god damnit! (KID and MUNNY run back into the bushes. The cowboys come out of the house with FATTY in the lead. They run to the outhouse and, seeing that MIKE is dead, continue on after KID and MUNNY) EXT DAY -- (KID and MUNNY are running through the woods towards their horses. MUNNY is re-loading his gun as he goes) MUNNY: Did you get him? KID: Yeah. (KID mounts his horse easily while MUNNY struggles with his. He hands his rifle to KID) MUNNY: Cover me. KID: I can't see 'em MUNNY: Just shoot, damn ya. (KID begins shooting randomly as MUNNY finally gets on his horse. The pair ride off as with the COWBOY: s shooting at them.) EXT DAY -- UNDER A TREE (MUNNY and KID await thier reward. MUNNY is standing surveying the landscape while KID sits against the tree drinking from a bottle of whiskey. In the distance we see a rider approaching.) KID: Was that what it was like in the old days, Will? Everybody riding out shooting, smoke all over the place, folks yelling, bullets wizzing by? MUNNY: I guess so. KID: Shit. I thought they was going to get us. I was even scared a little. Just for a minute. Was you ever scared in them days? MUNNY: I can't remember. I was drunk most of the time. KID: I shot that fucker three times. He was taking a shit and he went for his pistol and I blazed away. First shot... I got him right in the chest. Say, Will... MUNNY: Yeah, KID: That was the first one. MUNNY: First one what? KID: First one I ever killed. MUNNY: Yeah? KID: You know how I said I shot five men? It weren't true. That mexican that come at me with a knife, I just busted his leg with a shovel. I didn't kill him neither. MUNNY: Well, you sure killed the hell out of that fella today. KID: Hell ya! (Drinks, on the verge of tears) I killed the hell out of him, didn't I. Three shots and he was taking a shit! MUNNY: (Looking at him) Take a drink, Kid. KID: (Drinks) Jesus Christ. It don't seem real. How he ain't gonna never breathe again, ever. And the other one, too. All on accoiunt of pulling a trigger. MUNNY: It's a hell of a thing , killing a man. You take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have. KID: Yeah. Well, I guess they had it coming. MUNNY: We all have it coming, kid. (KATE rides up on a horse) MUNNY: I was watching you, seeing that you wasn't followed. KATE: Silky and Faith, they rode off to the east and two deputies was following them. (She hands a bag to MUNNY who turns and holds it out to KID) MUNNY: Here. Want to help me count this stuff? KID: I trust you, Will. MUNNY: Well don't go trusting me too much. In fact, we'll give Ned his share together that way you'll know I ain't holding out on ya. KATE: (Confused) Ned's share? MUNNY: Yeah. He went south, we'll catch up to him. KATE: Ned..... He's dead. (Both MUNNY and KID stand) MUNNY: What do you mean he's dead? He went south yesterday. He ain't dead. KATE: They.... they killed him. I thought you knew that. MUNNY: Nobody killed Ned. He didn't kill anyone. He went south yesterday. Why would anybody kill Ned? Who killed him? KATE: Little Bill. The Bar-T boys caught him and Little Bill, he beat him up. He was making him answer questions and beating him up and then Ned just died. They got a sign on him saying he was a killer. MUNNY: They got a sign on him! KATE: In front of Greely's MUNNY: A sign on him in front of Greely's. (She nods) These questions Little Bill was asking, what kind were they? KATE: Uh... About where you and him was. MUNNY: Then what? KATE: A cowboy come in saying you killed Quick Mike in a shithouse at the Bar-T. MUNNY: So Little Bill killed him for what we done. KATE: Not on purpose, but he started hurting him worse, making him tell stuff. First Ned wouldn't say nothing, and then Little Bill hurt him so bad and he said who you was. He said how you was really William Munny out of Missouri and LITTLE BILL said "The same William Munny that dynamited the Rock Island and Pacific in '69 killing women and children and all" and Ned said you done worse than that. Said you was more cold blooded than William Bonney and how, if he hurt Ned again, you was going to come kill him like you killed a U.S. Marshall in '70. (As she talked MUNNY has begun to drink slowly from the bottle of whiskey.It is as if his past is coming back to him and with it all his old habits) MUNNY: But that didn't scare Little Bill, did it? KATE: No sir. (He corks the bottle and throws it to the ground. He turns to KID who has been watching in amazement) MUNNY: Give me your Schofield. KID: What for, Will? MUNNY: Give it to me. KID: (Scared) Yeah, sure. (Hands the gun to MUNNY who checks it) You go on, keep it. I'm never going to use it again. I don't kill nobody no more. I ain't like you, Will. MUNNY: You'd better ride on back, Miss. (She rides off) KID: (Motions towards bag) Go on, keep it. All of it, It's yours. MUNNY: What about your spectecles and fancy clothes? KID: I guess I'd rather be blind and ragged than dead. MUNNY: You don't have to worry, Kid. I ain't going to kill you, you're the only friend I got. EXT NIGHT -- BIG WHISKEY (It is raining. KID and MUNNY ride into town.They are parting company. MUNNY is holding the bottle and the bag. He hands the latter to KID) MUNNY: Take this money and give my half and Ned's half to my kids. Tell 'em If I ain't back in a week they're to give half to Sally Two Trees. You keep the rest, you can get them spectecles now. KID: You're going to kill Little Bill, ain't ya. MUNNY: You stay clear of folks you see. There'll be a lot of them out to hang you. Get going. (KID rides away leaving MUNNY to his destiny. He rides towards Greely's. On the way we see him drop the now empty bottle in the street. As he approaches the bar we see NED in a coffin with a torch on either side and a sign across it saying "This is what happens to assasians around here". From inside we can hear LITTLE BILL talking to his men.) LITTLE BILL: O.S. All right, boys, settle down now. I want you to settle down. I got something to say to you. Settle down. I want to tell you something. All right, I'm going to say this just one more time to make it clear, so don't ask me again. Those of you who posseed with me today have got one drink coming from the county budget. (Cheers) INT NIGHT -- GREELY'S (LITTLE BILL is standing on the stairs orating to his men. Behind him stand ALICE, LITTLE SUE, FAITH, and SILKY.) LITTLE BILL: And those of you who rode with me yesterday, you get one drink for that too. (more cheers) Now, hold it! Now that's two but after that it comes out of your own pocket, you hear me, Skinny. SKINNY: Yes, sir. LITTLE BILL: Allright. We're pulling out early in the morning. We're going to chase these fellas clear down to Texas only don't spend too much of your own money. (There is laughter all around and no-one notices MUNNY enter the bar. He raises his shotgun) LITTLE BILL: We'll devide up into four parties and we'll hit all the farms and the trails and we'll make a big circle.... (At this point BEAUCHAMP has seen MUNNY and begun backing away. A moment later ALICE see's him as well) LITTLE BILL: .... We're bound to run into somebody that's seen these (pistol cocks) skunks. (LITTLE BILL turns to see MUNNY, gun raised, looking at him. Everyone else looks as well. There is a tense moment where the only sound is the thunder outside then MUNNY levels the rifle.) MUNNY: Who's the fella that owns this shithole? You. (Motions towards FATTY) Fat man, speak up. SKINNY: Uh, I own this establisment. Bought it from Greely for a thousand dollars. MUNNY: (Motions to crowd around SKINNY) MUNNY: You'd better clear out of there (Aims rifle at SKINNY) GROUP: Yes sir (They all move away) LITTLE BILL: Just hold it right there. Hold it. (MUNNY shoots SKINNY, killing him instantly) LITTLE BILL: Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch. You just shot an un-armed man. MUNNY: Well, he should have armed himself if he was going to decorate his saloon with my friend. LITTLE BILL: You'd be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children. MUNNY: That's right. I've killed just about anything that walked or crawled at one time or another, and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned. (to crowd) You boys better move away. (They do) LITTLE BILL: All right, gentlemen, he's got one barrel left. When he fires that take out your pistols and shoot him down like the mangy scoundrel he is. (The crowd watches as fear has them transfixed watching the test of wills between MUNNY and LITTLE BILL plays out. After a long silence MUNNY pulls the trigger but all we hear is a dry click) LITTLE BILL: Mis-fire! Kill the son of a bitch! (reaches for his pistol) (MUNNY throws the rifle at LITTLE BILL and pulls the Schofield from his belt. He shoots LITTLE BILL in the gut knocking him to the floor. He quickly turns and begins to cut down the deputies. CLYDE is first, shot trying to draw his pistol. ANDY and FATTY have begun firing but MUNNY shoots them next. ANDY is thrown backwards while FATTY runs for the door. CHARLIE thinks likewise and heads out the rear of the saloon. FATTY isn't so lucky. He runs towards the front door which means he must cross the path of MUNNY where he is shot in the chest. After he falls to the floor there is a lull in the shooting. MUNNY rises from where he has been crouched and begins walking across the bar toward the group of men cowering by the bar.) MUNNY: (Pointing pistol at them) Any man don't want to get killed better clear on out the back. (MUNNY watches the remaining ocupants of the bar walk quickly out the back door and then he walks to the bar. There he picks up a bottle of whiskey and, uncorking it, pours himself a glass. He hasn't taken more than a sip when he hears the sound of someone struggling behind him. He turns raising his pistol and we see BEAUCHAMP pushing the body of FATTY off of him.) BEAUCHAMP: (Seeing blood on his shirt) I'm shot! I've been shot! MUNNY: You ain't shot. BEAUCHAMP: Please. (MUNNY cocks his pistol) I don't have a gun. I am not armed. MUNNY: Pick up that rifle. (BEAUCHAMP looks at the weapon but makes no motion) Pick it up! (BEAUCHAMP picks up the rifle awkwardly) MUNNY: Shells, too, (BEAUCHAMP does this. MUNNY walks forward and takes the rifle and shells from BEAUCHAMP) BEAUCHAMP: (Wiping his brow) Oh God! (He sees LITTLE BILL lying on the floor) You killed Little Bill. MUNNY: (Points the gun at him) Sure you ain't armed. BEAUCHAMP: (raising his hands in surrender) No. Look, I'm not. I don't have a gun. I've never had a gun. I write. I'm a writer. MUNNY: (Begins re-loading the rifle) A writer? BEAUCHAMP: Yes. MUNNY: Letters and such? BEAUCHAMP: No, Books. MUNNY: Books. BEAUCHAMP: You..... you killed five men single-handed. MUNNY: Yeah. BEAUCHAMP: Uh.... That's a spencer rifle, right. MUNNY: That's right. BEAUCHAMP: (picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder) Who, uh... Who'd you kill first? MUNNY: Huh? BEAUCHAMP: When confronted by superior numbers an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first. MUNNY: Is that so. BEAUCHAMP Yeah, Little Bill told me that. You probably killed him first, didn't you? MUNNY: I was lucky in the order, but I've always been lucky when it comes to killing folks. BEAUCHAMP: And so... who was next? It was Clyde, right? It must have been Clyde. Well, it could have been deputy Andy. (We see LITTLE BILL move his arm) MUNNY: All I can tell you is who's going to be last. (He levels the rifle at BEAUCHAMP who quickly heads for the front door. MUNNY watches him go and then turns to the bar and finished his drink. Behind him LITTLE BILL has picked up his pistol and is raising it. MUNNY hears the pistol cock and turns quickly. Seeing LITTLE BILL he steps on his gun arm forcing it to the ground. This causes the pistol to fire. At the same time he brings his rifle down and levels it point blank on LITTLE BILL's head. LITTLE BILL exhales slowly.) LITTLE BILL: I don't deserve this. To die like this. I was building a house. MUNNY: Deserve's got nothing to do with it. LITTLE BILL: I'll see you in hell, William Munny. MUNNY: (Cocks rifle) Yeah. (MUNNY aims the rifle slowly and shoots LITTLE BILL. He quickly turns and heads towards the door. Onn the way he passes CLYDE who is still alive and has begun to moan. Without breaking stride MUNNY shoots him. He opens one side of the door and kneels behind the closed side. He cocks his gun and begins to yell.) MUNNY: All right, I'm coming out. Any man I see out there I'm gonna kill him. Any son of a bitch takes a shot at me, I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill his wife and all his friends and burn his damn house down. (He stands and walks cautiously out of the bar) Nobody better shoot. (He pauses and looks at NED one last time then walks on. Hiding behind a fence we see CHARLEY and another man.) CITIZEN: Go ahead, Charley, shoot him. (Charley raises his rifle at MUNNY who is is walking to his horse but he is ultimately afraid to shoot. He hands the rifle to his companion who refuses the offer) CHARLIE: Here! CITIZEN: Hell no! I ain't no deputy. (BEAUCHAMP pushes his way between the two of them to get a better look at the departing MUNNY) (MUNNY gets on his horse right away, for the first time, and turns to leave. BEAUCHAMP has come into the street and he is putting on his glasses. MUNNY rides to the front of the bar and then begins to yell.) MUNNY: You better bury Ned right. You better not cut up nor otherwise harm no whores. (The women begin to come out to see him leave) Or I'll come back and kill every one of you son's of bitches. (MUNNY rides fout of town past the growing crowd of people. We see DELILAH especially watching him leave with a look of combined love, respect, and fear on her face). EXT NIGHT -- WILLIAM MUNNY'S FARM (We see the sillouett of MUNNY walking towards the grave of Claudia. The sun is setting. Over the scene crawls:) Some years later, Mrs. Ansonia Feathers made the arduous journey to Hodgeman County to visit the last resting place of her only daughter. Willaim Munny has long since disappeared with the children.... some said to San Fransisco where it was rumored he prospered in dry goods. And there was nothing on the marker to explain to Mrs. Feathers why her only daughter had married a known thief and murderer, a man of notoriously viscious and intemperate disposition. (Close on the MUNNY'S FARM. Same scene now minus any sign of inhabitance.)
THE END.
SCRIPT WRITTEN BY DAVID WEBB PEOPLES (converted into HTML by Cal Anderson)
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