Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Good night, Pat.

Good night.

What happened to the old

bank? It was beautiful.

People kept robbing it.

That's a small price to pay for beauty.

Hit me.

Again.

Bust!

Give me credit, Mr. Macon?

You know my rules, Tom.

Well, it looks like you just about

cleaned everybody out, fella.

You haven't lost a hand

since you got the deal.

What's the secret of your success?

Prayer.

Let's just you and me play.

Hit it.

Bust.

Yeah, you're a hell of

a card player, fella.

I know, 'cause I'm a

hell of a card player,

and I can't even spot

how you're cheating.

The money stays, and you go.

Well, we seem to be

a little short on brotherly love

around here.

If you're with him, you

better get out of here.

We're on our way.

I wasn't cheating.

Come on.

I wasn't cheating!

You can die. You can both die.

You hear that?

If he invites us to stay, then we'll go.

He's got to invite us to stick around.

He'll draw on you.

You don't know how fast he is.

I'm over the hill, but

it can happen to you.

That's just what I want to hear.

Every day you get older. That's a law.

What would you think about

maybe asking us to stick around?

What?

You don't have to mean it or anything.

Just ask us to stick

around. I promise...

I can't help you, Sundance.

I didn't know you were the Sundance Kid

when I said you were cheating.

I draw on you, you'll kill me.

There's that possibility.

You'd be killing yourself.

Why don't you just

invite us to stick around?

You can do it...

and easy.

Come on.

Come on.

Why don't you stick around?

Thanks, but we got to get going.

Hey, Kid.

Hey, Kid, how good are you?

Like I been telling you...

over the hill.

Boy, you know,

every time I see

Hole-In-The-Wall,

it's like seeing it for the first time.

Every time, I ask myself

the same question...

how can I be so damn

stupid to keep coming back?

What's your idea this time?

Bolivia.

What's Bolivia?

Bolivia... that's a country, stupid.

Central or South America.

One or the other.

Let's go to Mexico instead.

All they got in Mexico is sweat.

There's too much of that here.

If we'd been in business

during the California gold rush,

where would we have

gone? California, right?

When I say Bolivia, you

just think California.

You wouldn't believe

what they're finding

in the ground down there.

They're just falling into it.

Silver mines, gold mines, tin mines.

Payrolls so heavy we'd strain

ourselves stealing them.

You just keep thinking, Butch.

That's what you're good at.

Boy, I got vision,

and the rest of the

world wears bifocals.

Hi, News. What you doing?

Aw, howdy, Butch. Uh, nothing.

Nothing.

Howdy, Sundance.

You sure are. You're

doing something. What?

Just fixing to rob the

Union Pacific Flyer, Butch,

like what we had in mind.

You fellas got everything

I told you all wrong.

Sure, we might hit the Flyer,

but even if we do, it won't be this run.

It'll be the next one, the return.

Sundance and me, we

been checking the banks.

No banks.

What?

The Flyer, Butch.

Fellas, bad as they are,

banks are better than trains.

They don't move. They stay put.

You know the money's in there.

When I left, I gave orders.

New orders been given.

I run things here, Harvey.

Used to you did.

Me now.

This don't concern you.

You tell him to stay out.

Well, he goes his own way, like always.

What's the matter with you guys?

When I came here,

you were nothing. I formed you.

Who says?

Read them a clipping, News.

Which one?

Any of them.

This one here's from Salt Lake Herald.

Butch Cassidy's

Hole-In-The-Wall Gang...

That's me!

You want Harvey to do your planning?

Want him to do your thinking for you?

You want him to run things?

Shut up now, News.

Not till I get to the good part.

Also known to have

participated in the holdup

are Flat Nose Curry and News Carver.

I just love to read my

name in the paper, Butch.

So we just forget

about Logan taking over,

O.K., Flat Nose?

You always said

that any one of us could challenge you.

'Cause I figured no one would do it.

Figured wrong, Butch.

You guys can't want Logan!

At least he's with us.

You been spending a lot of time gone.

Well, that's because

everything's different now.

Guns or knives, Butch?

You got to plan more, prepare more.

Guns or knives?

Neither.

Pick!

I don't want to shoot with you, Harvey.

Anything you say, Butch.

Maybe there's a way to

make a profit in this.

Bet on Logan.

I would, but who'd bet on you?

Sundance...

when we're done and he's dead,

you're welcome to stay.

I don't mean to be a sore loser,

but when it's done,

if I'm dead, kill him.

Love to.

No, no. Not yet.

Not until me and Harvey

get the rules straightened out.

Rules in a knife fight?

No rules.

If there ain't any

rules, let's get started.

Someone count 1, 2, 3, go.

I was really rooting for you, Butch.

Well, thank you, Flat Nose.

That's what sustained

me in my time of trouble.

Hey, what's this about the Flyer?

Harvey said we'd hit it

both this run and the return.

Nobody's done that to the Flyer before.

No matter how much we got at first,

they'd figure the return was safe

and load it up with money.

Harvey thought of that?

Yes, sir, he did.

I'll tell you something, fellas.

That's exactly what we're going to do.

Stop it.

Where?

Up ahead there.

Bet that's old Butch himself.

Hold it there.

Just thought I'd watch.

Bring the kids, why don't you?

Stick your heads in.

You're just going to

get yourself blown up

you don't open that door.

I can't do that. I work

for Mr. E.H. Harriman

of the Union Pacific Railroad. He...

Shut up about that E.H. Harriman stuff

and open up.

What's going on?

We got a patriot in there.

That's young Woodcock.

He's awful dedicated.

Woodcock?

Yes, sir.

You know who we are?

You're the Hole-In-The-Wall

Gang, Mr. Cassidy.

I understand that,

but Mr. E.H. Harriman

himself give me this job.

I got to do my best.

Your best don't include

getting yourself killed.

Dynamite's ready.

Mr. E.H. Harriman himself

had the confidence...

Open the door, or that's it.

You think E.H. Harriman

would get himself killed for you,

Woodcock?

I work for Mr. E.H. Harriman

of the Union Pacific Railroad,

and he entrusted me...

Hey, Woodcock.

Woodcock, you all right?

Hey.

Hmm?

Whatever Harriman's

paying you ain't enough.

There ain't what I'd call

a fortune in there, Butch.

Well, just so we come out ahead.

That's the main thing.

The

Hole-In-The-Wall Gang

The

Hole-In-The-Wall Gang

just robbed the Flyer

right outside of our town,

so that makes it our responsibility

to get out there and get after them.

You'll have to bring your own horses.

How many of you can bring your own guns?

How many of you will want

me to supply you with guns?

Well... come on now.

I think it's up to us to

do something, don't you?

What's the point?

They're probably halfway

to Hole-In-The-Wall

already.

That's exactly why we have got to hurry.

If we mount up right now

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