Bounty Killer Page #3

What are you stopping for, man?

We gotta go!

JACK:
Great, she's not dead.

Can we go, please?

Can't have you following me,

fender bunny.

[ radio playing ballad ]

Doo, doo-wah

Doo, doo-wah

Doo, doo-wah

Doo-wah

Handsome

Ah, so handsome

Gentle and sweet

Knocks me off my feet

Every time I see him

Handsome

Handsome man

Doo, doo-wah

I don't even know his name

I don't know where he lives

But he's still to blame...

MAN:
Mr. Sterling, sir.

I'll be with you in a minute.

[ man groans ]

Ah, so handsome

[ gunshot ]

- Gentle and sweet

- [ chuckles ]

Knocks me off my feet

Every time I see him

- [ groans ]

- Handsome

Sir, Mr. - [ groans ]

How many times have I told you

the importance

of maintaining our appearance?

We had the bounty killers

surrounded-

Give me the bottom line,

Mr. Elliott.

Where is Gorman now?

Mary Death said they're

going to the Council.

Mary Death?

Mary Death.

- [ telephone rings ]

God.

Excuse me a minute.

- [ ring ]

[ groans ]

[ whines ]

STERLING:

Yes, Catherine?

Tell me our progress.

STERLING:

Well, we hit a snag.

Mary Death showed up

and ruined our plan.

Now the bounty killers

are headed for the Council.

CATHERINE:

This is disturbing news, Mr. Sterling.

The board is losing

their patience with you.

[ Elliott groaning ]

What is that horrible noise?

[ groans stop ]

My apologies for the interruption.

Finish the job, Mr. Sterling.

Any more hiccups,

and we will have no choice

but to terminate you.

Am I clear?

Yes, ma'am.

[ whines, beeps ]

[ sighs ]

We gotta get back to it,

act like nothing happened

and keep the killing alive.

DRIFTER:

I'll understand if you want to quit.

JACK:

I don't believe any of this.

I've followed you for years.

You're the best bounty killer we got.

And now all the others

are gunning for me.

It's too dangerous for you, kid.

No. You took a chance on me.

I'm taking one on you.

So I am with you till the end,

always on your left.

So how are we gonna get there?

Nobody knows where it is.

DRIFTER:

I'll figure it out.

We'll just have to get

across the Badlands first.

- The Badlands?

- Quiet.

What is that?

Kill the lights.

Kill the lights.

JACK:
What is it?

Gypsies.

F***! Gypsies?

We're dead!

- Calm down.

Calm down?

Bounty killer's another thing,

but gypsies?

Throat-ripping, village-raping gypsies?

You get down.

- How down?

- Shh.

They probably got scouts

all around here.

[ drums playing ]

[ whooping and yelling ]

Is that Mocha Sujata?

That's the gypsy queen.

They say every outsider

who sees her gets killed.

DRIFTER:
Yeah, well,

you better get her autograph

before she slits your throat.

I don't want her autograph.

What are you doing

this far west, bounty killer?

Only those that want to cross

the Badlands come out this far.

DRIFTER:

We're trying to find San Dalloosa.

I hear it's bingo night.

[ whooping ]

Where's the girl?

What are you talking about?

Don't play smart with me.

A gypsy girl named Nuri

escaped our camp many years ago.

She killed my king.

Well, good for her.

[ whooping ]

She escaped to look for you.

She mentioned the name Drifter.

[ sighs ]

Well, maybe she was a fan.

[ chuckles ]

- Ponka!

[ laughter ]

[ groans ]

Well, that might

get you somewhere.

[ chuckles ]

[ groans ]

[ whooping ]

Now...

where are you hiding the girl?

F*** off.

[ groans ] F***!

Aah! Why?

[ whooping ]

Where's Nuri?

No more games.

You know where

this Nuri chick is?

Can I suggest you start-

[ whooping ]

Where is she?

- Yeah!

- [ cheering ]

JACK:

I hate gypsies.

[ spits ]

Yeah. Me, too, kid.

- [ grunts ]

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

They're gonna eat us!

Will you keep your voice down?

I'm not gonna keep

my voice down!

They're gypsies!

That's what they do. They eat people!

Jack, they're not gonna eat anyone.

It's just a myth they spread

to scare people, okay?

I think.

- What?

[ groans ]

I'm so fat.

Oh, they're gonna love me.

I'm so marbled.

I'm not gonna let anyone

eat you, all right?

We still got a few hours

till daylight.

Wait. What?

You got an escape plan?

I'm working on it.

Besides, the way they're going

to that roach liquor,

they'll be worse for wear

in the morning.

That's your escape plan,

is that they have hangovers?

Yes.

Have you got a better one?

No, but at least mine

can't be undone with aspirin.

Just please tell me

that you don't know

this gypsy girl

that they're looking for.

[ sighs ]

It's Mary Death.

What?

- It's Mary Death.

- What?

Told you Mary Death!

It can't be Mary Death.

She's not even a gypsy.

Why are you risking our lives

for a woman trying to kill us?!

Shh. It's complicated.

What's so complicated about it?!

Because it's a woman.

They're all complicated.

JACK:

You love her, don't you?

Don't you?

Sh*t!

Now, if you got a women...

WOMAN:

Oh, yeah.

I first met Mary many years ago

when she tracked me

to the Thirsty Beaver,

a warehouse where bounty killers

could train all day

and at night share a stiff drink

with one of Lucille's

famous beaver girls.

I know a good woman

can mean a good man's doubt

Ain't that right?

[ muffled music continues ]

Ain't that right?

[ wind whistling ]

[ fading ]

Ain't that right?

[ gasps ]

Get out.

- Come on.

- Come on.

Let's go.

I didn't order a gypsy.

Where are the girls?

You have a blade

against your throat,

and all you're worried

about are those whores?

Well, yeah.

Paid for all night.

Who are you?

The gypsies call me Nuri.

They'd have my head

if they knew I was here.

You escaped?

They say you're the best bounty killer

in the Thrice Burned Lands.

I need you to train me.

Why don't you get

one of your clown-faced

boyfriends to train you?

[ growls ] They've given up

on the world.

They just want to burn it

further into oblivion.

You're setting things right

and actually making

a difference here.

You tracked me here,

and that means you got talent.

[ hisses ]

Get off.

[ laughs ]

A lot of spunk, too.

Oh, this is gonna be interesting.

[ screaming ]

[ laughter ]

Always expect the unexpected.

DRIFTER:
She fearlessly took on

every challenge.

I was hard on her.

I mean, you have to be.

You didn't say you

were using live rounds.

Must have slipped my mind.

DRIFTER:

She was a fast learner.

Anything short of perfection

wasn't good enough.

She had to be the best.

[ ding ]

Humph.

- [ laughter ]

- Nice.

I didn't know you were

doing the whole course.

Must have slipped my mind.

[ piano playing ]

[ overlapping conversations ]

[ orchestra playing ]

DRIFTER:
It wasn't long

before I started bringing her on jobs.

[ grunts ]

Not bad.

You can threaten me

all you like, love,

but half bounty is all

you're gonna get.

You'd be well advised to teach

that dodgy bint some manners.

Ahh! That merchant is a crook!

It's an unspoken agreement we have.

They skim a little bit off top

in exchange

for some information, okay?

No. Deal, nothing. When I'm on my own,

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