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Bad Company Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 93 min
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I coulda got killed.
Now I get to eat it.
Less'n you wanna buy a share.
- I got no money. You know that.
- Then, you lose.
I'd have been no good. My arm...
Bullshit! Bullshit your arm!
Well, eat your damn chicken, then!
I hope you choke on it!
Hey, pard...
to Virginia City. Give it a try.
- You have?
- Yep.
spout off from time to time.
Listen, it beats goin' to the opera.
Besides, it would be a nice place
for a fella like me to settle down.
Not that I'd bust my ass digging
in a silver mine like you,
but I could rob the folks
digging it up.
That's just what I'd expect
from somebody
who won't even share a chicken
with a friend that's starving.
You are past saving, my boy,
I swear to God.
Highest pockets in the USA.
Probably be governor one day.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you?
- Yeah.
'Cause one day,
they'll get you ready to hang.
All the citizens will gather
then some lawyer'll say,
"Governor, sign this reprieve.
"Spare that poor fella's life!"
Boy, that'll be the best day ever!
- What, you wouldn't sign that?
- What do you think?
You would. Else I'd tell 'em how you
ran from defendin' your own country,
not to mention robbing
a hardware store.
- You would, too, wouldn't you?
- You're damn right!
I was gonna give you some
of this chicken here,
but why should I share a chicken
with a man who's gonna hang me?
God almighty. I ain't
never seen a dead body before.
I did. You aren't gonna vomit,
are you?
No.
Who do you suppose done it?
Oh, the Lord punished 'em.
Why would anybody want to kill 'em?
- 'Sides us.
- You see their horses?
- Just to get their horses?
- Our horses is more like it.
Hey!
Where the hell are you going?
- Maybe they didn't get my watch.
- Why would they pass that up?
Hey!
Don't touch that dead man's skin.
Why not?
I don't know. You just ain't
supposed to, that's all.
these sons o' b*tches.
Hate to waste the time.
We got us some customers, Joe.
C'mon. Let's go get 'em.
Uh-huh.
Wait all day and nothin' happens.
Wouldn't you know, we just set down
to supper and somebody comes by?
You go on and eat your beans, Joe.
Me and the boys can take 'em easy.
There's only two.
M'boy, if it was a blind woman
in a wheelchair,
I'd still give her the odds.
C'mon... We can handle this.
Let's go!
I just know I'm gonna regret this.
Oh, sh*t.
- What are you two doing?
- Oh, just passin' through.
Looks to me
like you're standin' still.
We thought we seen
a jackrabbit, that's all.
I don't see no jackrabbit. You, Orin?
Nope. I see two jackasses, though.
Well...
Well, we'll be moving along now.
That's your horse, Jake.
No, it ain't. It looks like him,
but no, no...
- Well, adios.
- Adios?
What's your hurry, amigo?
Say, er... Mister?
I-I-I had this watch...
Th-this gold pocket watch,
it was, and, um...
- Drew...
- It belonged to my brother
and it ain't worth nothin'
'cept to me, but...
See, I promised my ma...
Drew,
these men ain't seen your watch!
Well, now we'll be movin' on.
So long.
Tick-tock... Tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
Sir, I advise you to hand that over.
My friend here is a lightning gunman.
Lightning gunman, is he?
Hobbs, you must be crappin'
all over yourself.
Well, I guess we ain't got no choice
but to try to defend ourselves.
We don't want no trouble.
all right?
You little sack o' sh*t!
They killed you, Orin!
Get one afore you die!
I see right in the balls!
I'm dead! The little runt got me!
Drew! Drew! I'm outta bullets!
Jake?
Stop, you son of a b*tch!
You murdering bastard!
Come back here!
Drew!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
I'm coming, Jackson. Hold on!
Your friend has passed on! You're
welcome to keep coming, though!
You threatening me? I can stand
plenty, but I can't stand that!
I'll kill you!
Well, we done it! That's the lot.
Go get your watch.
You sure as hell earned it.
Whoo! Ain't we a pair?
I never let on, Jake,
but I been thinkin' I was a coward.
I mean, if I'd had to go to war,
I wasn't sure how I'd have been.
Well, I ain't worryin' no more.
I mean, sure, I was scared at first,
but when the chips were down,
it was clear sailing. I just...
You never robbed that store, did you?
By God, I got it!
Jake?
Jake!
Jake! Wh-where you hiding?
Hey, gimme back the money.
Why don't you ju? Jake!
with you. Really and truly, I was!
There wasn't no place
to spend it here!
Jake!
Jake, you son of a b*tch!
You come back here with my money
or I swear I'll kill ya!
November 27th 1863.
I try to look on the bright side,
but I can't think of what it can be.
I've been robbed of all my money
and left to die on the prairie,
alone and friendless.
Weather good.
November 28th 1863.
I have determined not to die
after all.
If the children of Israel could
endure 40 years in the desert,
then a Greenville, Ohio boy
ought to not give up.
I shot and ate a skunk today.
Taste didn't enter much into it.
November 29th 1863.
If I ever find Jake Rumsey,
I will kill him.
Marshal.
How long you been
with Joe Simmons' gang?
- About a month, sir.
- What jobs you pulled?
Couple o' stagecoaches
over by Oletha,
a few stray travellers
a little east of here,
caf down in Mansfield,
and then this.
- That all?
- Yes, sir.
- How many Joe got in his gang now?
- Er, ten.
No, nine... not counting me.
Where you hid out?
Son, in a couple of minutes,
you're gonna be face-to-face
with your maker.
Now, after what you did
to these people,
it'd go down easier with the Lord
if you help us as much as you can.
Follow that trail out front
west about 20 miles
till you come
to a cut-off heading north.
Take that till you come
to an ol' rundown shack. That's them.
Hoist him up, boys.
'Scuse me.
This Simmons, did a young fella join
up with him in the last day or so?
About my age?
His name is Jake Rumsey.
Well, er... thank you.
- We're all set, Marshal.
- Good luck, boy.
Marshal?
I'd like to join up with you, sir.
Now, as long
as I'm paying for these bullets,
I want to see a man drop
for every shot.
- About ready, Bobby?
- Just a minute.
All right!
Fire!
Take that, you no...
Chaw?
If I want to chew on horseshit,
I'll let you know.
Say, er... you was in Wichita
in '53, wasn't you?
Yep.
You must've known
Curly Bill Broshus, then?
Curly Bill? Always wore white gloves?
- That's the one.
- Bet you don't know why.
Cover up his warts.
- He was good with a gun, though.
- He was fair. Just fair.
Fair? Did you ever see him
do that, er... fancy spin of his?
Boy, where do you think
he learned that?
I taught it to him
when I was feeling generous.
Must've been Christmas.
Bull.
Smart.
Smart.
You got some real thinkers
in your outfit, Bobby.
I tell you, boys...
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