Dead Again in Tombstone

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Now, who do I have to skull-f***

to get a drink in this town?

I know, you're the Johnson Gang.

He looks for guys like us.

Thieves. Killers.

Robbers.

Get him whiskey.

What's your name and where

you come from, anyhow?

Ow.

Name's Jeremiah.

I was ridin' with the Hudson Gang,

out of Santa Fe.

We'd just hit a bank and was

holed up outside of town.

Then, he showed up.

He came in outta nowhere,

like a phantom in the night.

Had skin tough as buffalo leather.

Eyes black as coal.

A big ol' buffalo did his bidding,

gorin' and stompin' two of the gang to death.

He came in, both guns blazin',

like Billy the Kid.

Ahh!

Said he was shot stone-cold

dead by his brother Red.

Right here in Tombstone.

And then he came back from beyond

the grave to get his revenge.

They say he did a deal with the Devil...

Collecting souls from Oregon

all the way down to San Miguel.

They say he's sent over 50 men down to hell.

One man did all this?

His name was...

Guerrero.

Who's next?

Is he coming for me?

Is he?

Welcome to my hell.

Who are you? Are you Guerrero?

Join me for a drink, old buddy?

You already killed me once.

It's not like I can be dead again.

What do you want?

The man downstairs wants you

to pick up the pace.

I can't do this forever. I'm done.

You're never done, Guerrero.

He owns you.

Guess you can be dead again.

This is hell!

Liar!

I'll deliver all souls

in exchange for my own soul.

Their souls will feed

the fires of hell higher,

and give you great pleasure right now.

Well, look what the wind blew in.

Long time no see, Sheriff.

Yeah, not long enough.

You here to turn yourself in?

I'm here to pay my respects to my old

man and visit my family one last time.

Then I'll be moving on.

$5,000 bounty ain't nothin' to sneeze at.

No. Nothin' to die for, either.

You always were a scoundrel,

thief and a drunk old fool.

At least we got one thing in common, Sheriff.

Well, there was a band of Confederate

bad men, showed up here this morning.

Pokin' around, askin' about you.

They haven't pegged your family yet,

but you can bet they will.

Then they'll die, Sheriff.

I don't want my streets running red.

I'm just passin' through.

Let me give it to you with the bark on.

Your mama's family in these parts,

though she was nothin' but a saloon

whore when your papa died

and she had to feed you and little Red,

but she finally found the Lord.

She's made a good life for herself.

Get to the point, Sheriff.

This is a peaceful town.

If you're lookin' for action,

move on to Dodge City or Tombstone.

Pay your respects, put some steak

on the table, and get the hell out.

Or I'll collect that bounty.

I can live with that.

Well...

Here's to never seeing you again.

Guerrero de la Cruz.

Notorious bank robber.

Cold-blooded assassin.

I've been lookin' for you.

- Have you now?

- Yes.

I seem to find a trail of dead bodies

strewn across the country,

and I keep missing you.

Why don't you say your piece

before you lose another war.

You sure do sound

just like your brother, Red.

Oh, yes. I surprised you with that one.

Red Cavanaugh and I used to ride together.

We were highwaymen back

in Tennessee before the war.

Jackson Boomer.

In the flesh.

What do you want with me?

Well, Red bestowed a confidence in me.

He told me that when he was a child,

he had witnessed your mama

putting a family heirloom

into a box made of bone.

What?

I will pay for that box.

Or I will make you pay.

Are you threatening me?

Yes, sir.

I am not a man accustomed to being gentle.

If you don't turn over

that box, I will kill you.

I will kill your family

and your family's family

and the people you hate

and those who hate you!

Well, Jackson Boomer,

you're sh*t out of luck,

'cause I have no livin' family.

Everybody that hates me is dead.

And I've never heard of no bone box.

And this being hallowed ground,

I'm not gonna kill you.

But you f*** with me again,

and you'll end up just

like Red, in a pine box.

Silver River sure does look

like a cozy place to stay.

We'll be there for the next couple of days.

You can let me know when you change

your mind about the box.

Por ah vamos.

Hello, everyone.

Here are your sausages and your stew. Enjoy.

Hey, Bob.

Shelby, can I get those beers up?

All right, gentlemen.

So, who's winning, Ray?

Take it easy, Charley. He's just... Hey.

Get outta here! Get outta here! Come on.

You're gonna get some

fresh air, Charley. Come on.

Get over here! Come on!

Cool off, Charley.

And go home.

What'll it be?

Act like you don't know me.

I don't know you.

It's me, your father.

Oh, I know who you are.

I'm just saying, I don't know you.

Is there someplace

we can talk that's not here?

There's an alley out back.

Passin' through or here to stay?

- Just passin' through.

- Hmm.

Well, I hope you have an easy pass.

That's an ugly habit.

Now you wanna be my dad?

Well, I don't need one,

'cause I'm all grown up

and I can handle my own business.

I saw that inside.

Yeah.

How's your grandma?

Old.

Mamacita.

Don't you "Mamacita" me.

You haven't visited in years.

You trying to break my heart? Hmm?

I got off trail.

Off trail?

You look like you been to hell and back.

I see the "wanted" posters.

You're still running from the law? Hmm?

I got customers.

If anybody asks if you know me, you don't.

That won't be hard.

Never thought I'd see you again.

Hello, ladies.

It's so nice to meet you.

You're beautiful.

Well, thank you kindly, ma'am.

Ladies.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

Mmm. You are beautiful.

I've got a naked girl...

I need to know about

a special bone box, Mama.

This is not a stick

that you want to pick up, son.

You know where it is?

It should never be found.

Whoever possesses it

holds the key to conjuring

immense evil power.

Now Jackson wants it.

He's threatened me

and my whole family.

Darkness always followed you, Guerrero.

I'm an old woman, son.

Not long for this world.

So now is the time to tell you.

But you must promise me one thing.

Name it, Mama.

You must pledge to protect

the contents at all costs.

This has nothin' to do with me.

Oh, but it does.

Your father fought the Devil

to make sure that this thing

didn't get into the wrong hands.

You're a pawn in a bigger game.

Lucifer chose you as a servant

to get back at your father,

but you can change that.

You must choose the path of redemption, mijo.

I can't.

I made a deal.

The Devil owns me.

I can change nothin', Mama.

No.

No, not true, mijo.

You are the one who can.

And you can't let Jackson Boomer win.

Promise me.

I can't.

Then just leave.

We don't need you here.

Come on, boy. What's wrong, huh?

What's wrong? What's the matter?

Come on now. Cut it out.

You tried to kill me.

No, of course not. Just your horse.

That's just the beginning of the many

ways in which I will hurt you

to get what I want.

And I want that box, Guerrero,

and I want it now!

Hey, hey, hey! Let's just calm down, fellers.

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