Hickok Page #5

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or is it miss silks,

how exactly did your

husband get killed?

What battle?

- Little round top.

- No more lies!

- You bastard.

- That's the only

bastard around here,

and I raised him as my own.

You know what, Mattie?

I'll give you a job

at the bull's head.

I can always use another

good whore down there.

- Come, baby.

- I'm sorry, mom.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- I'm sorry he hit you.

- I didn't know you were

the prince of pistoleers.

- I better not find

out this came from you.

- You're crowdin' me, bill.

And I don't like to be crowded.

- I don't like to be lied to.

You lyin' to me?

- No.

- Good.

- Can I help you, son?

- I think my demons have

finally caught up with me.

- Every man has demons, son.

A man's demons though quiet

are never quite silent.

She was my light,

the thing that kept

the demons in the dark.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

- Only god can forgive you

now, you son of a b*tch.

No one can run forever, son.

You quit, you surrender,

they'll dog your heels

till the day you die.

But not if you face it.

Now ask yourself which

you'd rather live with.

- I'm sorry.

- Where is he?

- Please don't.

Please.

- Let's go, we have to go.

Get your things.

Keep your heads down!

- We must've got him.

- Guns are not allowed

in town no more.

- That ain't no law anymore.

There's a new lawman in town.

- Tickets, please.

Tickets, please.

- Listen, when you

get to Wichita,

you seek out a man

named Earp, okay?

He's a good man.

He'll take care of you.

- Tickets, please.

- Come with us, bill.

- You know I can't.

I have to finish this, Mattie.

I've been runnin'

my entire life.

- You're still runnin'.

It's time for you to

hang up your guns.

If you stay,

we can't wait for you.

- I'll wait for you, wild bill.

- You do as your

mother says, boy.

- I know why you're goin' back.

You're goin' back

'cause you're a hero.

I'm gonna back

'cause I'm a coward.

Sometimes it takes more

courage to walk away.

You be a man,

take care of your

mother for me, okay?

- Tickets, please.

- You got me, sir.

- He's my hero.

- He's your daddy.

- You ain't gonna try

to stop me, are ya?

- No.

Reckon you'll want this.

- Poe!

- Wouldn't shoot me in the

back, would ya, Hickok?

Guess not.

$500 to the man that

kills wild bill.

- I'll show you wild, Hickok.

Wild bill, my ass!

I'll show ya wild!

You're not so wild, Hickok!

Yeah, you piece of sh*t!

Goddammit.

- I'm done running.

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