Cassidy Red

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( music playing )

( hawk screeches )

( gunfire )

( door clanks )

( whip cracking )

( gunshot )

( trigger c*cks, fires )

( hawk screeching )

( piano music playing )

Long day?

Long life.

What's your name?

Susannah.

Ooh! Lovely.

( chuckling )

What's you real name, sugar?

I don't even tell

my customers that.

Why should I tell you?

Don't tell me, then.

Quinn, I suppose.

Even lovelier.

What do they

call you?

Can't remember.

Make it Cricket.

Yeah, them boys outta Texas

know a lot more about cowhide

than they do about a woman's.

Where you from, Q?

It doesn't matter.

It's my gift to you.

Obliged.

New Orleans.

Amarillo, El Paso,

Tombstone.

You may have seen more of

these territories than I have.

Well, they can keep

them territories.

Got any smoke on ya?

Ain't proper for a

young gal like yourself

- to be poisoning your...

- Either you give it to me

or I start scratching around

on the floorboards

for a soggy little stub.

Obliged.

My playin' may be poor, but I'm

not entirely sure that's necessary.

Found it under my bed.

I suppose a little friend in

your garter could be a blessing.

- Don't play that.

- Oh, I like this tune.

- Well, I don't. Stop playing it.

- I gotta play something.

You looking to play it with a

harp? I think I told you to stop.

I ain't them boys, Miss Q.

I ain't never

even been to Texas.

Do you suppose

a gun this small

would be enough

to put me down?

You think it'd

kill me outright,

or would I have

to bleed to death?

So much tawdriness comin'

from such a lovely place.

This is how you like

your women, piano man?

Everything looks much lovelier

when the sun comes up.

Or at least less ugly.

This territory

can be punishing.

But you strike me

as especially stubborn.

Survivors are stubborn.

I knew a survivor

like you once.

She was the meanest,

stubbornest,

most savagely beautiful,

hellfire-and-brimstone,

spittin' she-devil

to ever spread hateful blood

on the same boards

you're standing now.

You offerin' me

a bedtime story?

Thought you had a date

with a Derringer.

Some years ago

when the brass on that bar

wasn't quite so tarnished

and the flies

in them whiskey bottles

- still had...

- Wait.

- You told this story before.

- I reckon' I have.

And that's the way

you start it?

That's the way

it starts.

Ain't you gonna

give it a name?

Any good story's

gotta have a name.

( sighs )

( clears throat )

The Tale of Cassidy Red:

A ballad of love and hate.

( piano music playing )

Can I get something

for ya?

( whistles )

You had me worried

you weren't gonna

make it tonight,

handsome.

What's a girl gotta do

to get you alone?

Sounds fun.

What do you say

we go upstairs

and get a little cozier?

What the hell are you

thinking calling me that?

Why don't you just use my

real name while you're at it?

Well, maybe I should have

just called you Ginger?

Did you even bother

reading my letter?

I gave you specific

instructions, Rowena.

I thought you wanted

to be invisible.

Invisible like water,

not molasses.

Well, they don't serve

either in this place.

He's gonna be here

any minute.

He's not coming in here

until I says so.

- What did you tell him?

- Don't you worry.

I told him exactly

what he needed to hear.

And he'll definitely be here?

What did I say?

I need a brush.

Give me the belt.

You have to be joking.

Where are you gonna hide

holsters in a corset?

Give me the belt.

Look, I'm just gonna drop them

the minute he closes the door.

And make a goddamn

racket doin' it,

but you get close enough,

and you can choke

the sound of this little

bastard off in his beard.

It's a whore's gun.

Well, that sure as hell

ain't no missionary costume.

Anybody washed this thing

since Harley died in it?

You ready?

I'll take that as a yes.

( piano music playing )

That was fast.

Too drunk

to get his boots off.

Left him passed out

in my bed.

Want me to get Davy

and Elle to toss him out?

Let him sleep it off

for a few.

When he wakes me might not

remember he already paid me.

Whiskey me, honey?

( sighs )

You may want to rat hole

some of that silver, Rowena.

He's here early.

Yours?

All yours.

Is she here?

She certainly is.

Think I'll like her?

Oh, I think you'll be very...

what's that word

you always use?

Satiated.

You'll be that.

You give her

the twice over?

I don't wanna go up there and get

a switch blade in between the ribs.

Don't you trust me, darlin'?

You got something

for me, Kearny?

It's, uh, Saturday.

Has been all day.

Will be

for a few hours more.

I mean,

isn't Monday the day?

You can't expect me

to cancel my plans

and come all the way

across the street

to settle something that could have

been sorted on Saturday evening.

Can you?

You gotta give me some time

to get my affairs in order.

I can give you an hour

to get your affairs in order.

How about that?

( saloon chatter )

Apologies for my rudeness...

though I must admit,

I was selfishly hoping

I might catch you

in a moment of impropriety.

I just want you to know

how happy I am

to have you with us.

See, I pride myself

on being a good host,

so any girls that join us here

in a professional capacity,

well, I like to welcome

them... personally.

I like to think of myself

as the Royal food taster,

risking harm to my person,

so as to shelter our customers

from any potential poison

in the product.

Now there's no need to sequester

yourself in the shadows.

( chuckles ) If an

egotist, like Rowena admits

to a new hire being attractive,

well, then it certainly

is not a matter of opinion,

so come on out here.

Let's have a look at you.

Well, if it isn't

Miss Josephine Cassidy.

Make peace

with your God, Tom.

For what crime do I owe

this death sentence, hmm?

Loving you?

How about killing

an innocent man?

Doesn't a dying man

deserve one last smoke, Cass?

( trigger clicks )

How'd you do it?

- How'd I do what?

- How'd you kill him?

The red skinned paramour.

Wasn't Rowena supposed to talk

you into using a Derringer?

You think I'd trade my weapon

for an empty garter gun?

I suppose the daughter of a whore is

smart enough to know never to trust one.

You've got exactly five seconds to

unburden yourself and confess to me

how you killed Jakob.

Or I could leave it a mystery

and splatter your brains

all over the wall.

- Who told you I killed him?

- Five...

Oh, your trustworthy

old pal, Rowena.

- Four.

- Scrupulous to a fault, that one.

I mean, when was the last time a hooker

lied to get something they wanted?

- Three.

- Who says Jakob is dead?

Or maybe she told you

exactly what you needed to hear

to get you to come back.

Back to this town.

Back to me.

You're lyin'.

Am I?

I am so happy

that you're home, Cass.

( shouting ) We all are.

Aren't we boys?

( Joe gasps )

( Joe moans )

Y'all remember Joe Cassidy?

Of course you do.

Who could forget

a prickly pear like her?

I like your new hair, darlin'.

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