BloodRayne II: Deliverance Page #2

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I just had enough

of this sh*t.

Back down, Kentucky.

This is between me

and the little c*nt.

Let's go, Rayne.

Let's settle this outside.

Let's go, Rayne!

I'm done messing

around with you!

Come on!

Go get the Sheriff pronto.

That's more like it.

Miss...

you don't know what

you're dealing with.

Then that's fair...

'cause neither do they.

Oh, Rayne, you know I'm

the best cocksucking shooter

God's America ever spat

into existence.

Sh*t, I done killed 17 men

since last I saw you.

And I counting Ohinamen

and Injuns.

What are you looking for,

some sort of prize?

Prepare to meet

your maker, b*tch.

Uh, your safety, Mr. Piles.

Oh, finally the Wild West.

What the f***?!

A bad reaction to some bullets

and some holy water

and some garlic.

God bless his soul.

If bullshit were music,

you'd be a bleeding brass band!

Now I have had about

enough of all this.

Reskin those pistols,

gentlemen.

I've got this.

See this here scattergun?

I've done killed

over 30 men

with this little lady.

Now we've got some rules

in this town.

And if there is one thing

that Sadie don't like,

is people breaking them.

The boss don't

like it much neither.

Prepare the gallows!

We're having ourselves

a hanging!

Now...

you've got

till high midnight

to make your peace

and think about what

you've done here.

Told you not to piss

Sadie off.

Perhaps you could put in

a good word for her?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Over here.

Hi.

Most impressive

for the fairer sex.

Bravo! Bravo!

I'm Newton Piles.

I'm with

the Chicago Chronicle.

I'm here writing stories

for the East Ooast.

You know, true tales

of the new frontier,

straight from the line.

Tales of blood and-

I was just wondering

if I could interview you.

You know, for the folks

back at home.

Who's the boss holed up

at the end of the street?

The fella who sent me

to find out who you are.

I had not choice.

Billy the Kid?

He got any kids with him?

What's he up to?

Ma'am, I really

couldn't tell you.

Oan't or won't?

Uh, he doesn't share

his plans with me.

I write what

he wants me to write

and I do what

he wants me to do.

He's growing an army.

Why are you so interested

in him anyway, lady?

Seems to me you've got

your own problems right now.

Got my reasons.

Such as?

My reasons are my own.

Oh!

Don't worry about

this little snitch.

He won't be taking

any of this back.

- Yes, that's right!

- Yeah, uh-huh.

Oh!

You're a Brimstone.

That mean

something to you?

Around the neck.

Shoot!

Name's Rayne.

I'd shake your hand, but-

I understand.

I'm Muller.

I take it you're not here by accident.

No, I've been tracking Billy

clear from Cheyenne.

Something weren't

quite right about him.

How's he like

as a gunfighter?

Truth be told, he's not

much of a hand with a gun.

He don't need to be.

He take bullets

like a boxer takes punches.

Are you saying

he heals himself?

It's the damnedest thing.

He don't even need to feed on

blood to heal himself.

He must be one old vampire.

He's the strongest

I've ever seen.

He's smart too.

He's got

leadership abilities.

Hell, I admire

the son of a b*tch.

Let's see if we can

get you more comfortable.

Here, let me get these.

Let me see your glasses.

Aah, be careful!

I just bought those!

What's this about

building up an army?

Well, we saw

that he was coming in

and attacking

the homesteads.

Collecting new recruits

out of men

unless they put up

too much of a fight.

Left the women

and kids dead.

How many men he turn?

I figure he's got

Uh, excuse me.

Turn them?

Vampire bites a man,

he'll turn into

a vampire himself.

Unless they rip his throat

out in the process.

Wasn't until

they took over this town

that we saw

what he was doing.

Do you mind?

You're in my light.

Who's we?

Me and my partner.

He was a Brimstone.

He rode off

to get some others.

His head come back

in a mailbag.

I don't know how they knew.

They got me on account

of being his partner.

You ever figure out

what they were up to?

Well, the railroad's

coming to town

next week, right?

Damn it, do you mind

giving me some space?!

I'm sorry, I'm just

not very good at this.

Of course.

As soon the rail service

comes to this outpost,

hundreds of people

will be coming in.

And going out vampires.

I figure he'll start here.

He'll build his army

and then he'll go out west,

growing stronger as he goes.

But until

the rail service begins,

he needs to keep things

looking normal.

So that's why he took

all those kids hostage!

That and so they have

something to feed on

while they wait.

Hey.

They're, ahem,

almost finished

setting up the gallows.

Well, it looks like

it's the end of the line

for us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Aren't you gonna

put up a fight?

And what do you propos

e we do, newspaperman?

You gonna help us?

Well, I'm flattered,

but I'm more an observer.

A man who hangs in the shadows

and does nothing

is the worst kind of man.

Isn't that right, Rayne?

Enough!

Both of you.

If we're gonna do something,

we gotta do it now.

What do you want

me to do?

You got any weapons?

I got your swords.

These drunk cowboys

traded 'em to me

for a bottle of whiskey.

I'm an objective party.

You're Billy's lapdog.

Folks out there

are scared to do anything.

Now from what I can see,

you're our last hope.

It's show time!

Oh, sh*t.

Unlock 'em.

What are you

doing here, Bob?

I came to see

if they, uh,

wanted anything special

for their burial.

We're gonna dumping them

in the marsh.

if that addresses

any of your concerns.

Open it.

Oome on.

Oome on, let's go,

Muller.

Oome on!

We are gonna test

the gallows

with you, my friend.

So's you can be an example

to the townsfolk,

sweet cheeks.

Eeny, meany,

miny... moe.

No!

Oome.

Aah!

No, no!

Aah!

Watch.

Shh!

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Hush, little baby,

don't say a word

Billy's going to buy you

a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird

don't sing

Ahh.

So pretty.

So pretty.

Oome on, boy.

Get him up there!

Jesus, calm down, boy!

Hold still, hold still.

Unh.

All right, everybody, quiet!

Any last words?

Y'all better pray

we never meet again.

Not much chance

of that.

Hang him!

Go get the main attraction.

Oome on.

Oome on!

Sheriff...

what do you need me

here for?

'Oause, Mr. Mayor, you are

the face of this town.

And as the face of this town,

it's only proper

that you be involved

in the handing out of justice.

And it 'cause

gives me a hard-on

to see you shitting your pants!

Who's ready

for another hanging?

Well, I think you

should do the honors.

- Me?

- Read!

For the crime of...

Speak up, goddamn it.

Don't be shy.

For the crime

of causing a ruckus,

assaulting officers

of the law,

and murder most foul

on three counts...

William.

Get on with it!

Let's hang the b*tch.

Yeah, do it!

I declare

you should be

hung by the neck

until dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Well said!

Get on with this!

F***, yeah!

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