Quigley Down Under Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 119 min
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you'll be sent back
to face the firing party.
But I see no reason why you
should be trussed up like animals.
Mr. Dobkin.
This is my preferred weapon,
Mr. Quigley.
Do join me for dinner.
You've got to admit, the Yank's
a damn good shot with a long rifle.
Oh, sure. But you give me
a weapon like that,
and I could beat him with my eyes shut.
Easy to say, O'Flynn.
You've got a lot to learn.
I ain't got a lot to learn. Look at you,
Dobkin. You've been here 12 years,
and all you've got to show for it
is cold mutton.
He's in, getting a fancy dinner.
Huh?
You were actually in Dodge City?
William Hickok must have been there.
Spent a night there once.
I was pretty tired.
Dodge City's a nice place
to get some sleep.
Are you familiar with
the army revolver, Mr. Quigley?
Well, sir, I never had much use for one.
It's a recent invention of
your countryman, Colonel Colt.
God created all men. They say
Sam Colt made 'em equal. More or less.
That's what I like about you Americans.
You're people of action, not words.
That mint jelly on your lamb.
It's my own creation.
No, I'm a student of your American West.
I've read a great deal about it.
Tell me about dingoes.
Ten pounds a month
for shooting wild dogs
seems like a whole lot for not much.
Besides, you got enough men
and guns outside
to kill every dingo
within ten miles of here.
Unless you're talking about deserters.
Did you know that your American Indian
is a race that has no word for "wheel."
No concept of farming.
No understanding of land ownership.
Is that a fact?
From what I hear, you found a solution
to that problem in your country.
I guess that depends on
whether you're an Indian or not.
You see, in many ways...
our two nations are quite similar.
We both brought civilization
to the Stone Age.
Unfortunately, in this country
we have failed in one regard.
We have been unable to domesticate
the most backward people in the world...
...the Australian Aborigine.
Don't mind him. He's harmless.
My parents were slaughtered
by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley.
They attacked so fast my mother
was found dead still holding her sewing.
Nowadays they butcher
our sheep and cattle.
Her Majesty's government
allows the local settlers
to deal with the matter their own way.
It's official policy.
It's called "pacification by force."
But the real issue...
...is that, primitive as they are,
the Aborigines have learned
to keep out of rifle range.
Which brings us to you... Mr. Quigley.
What the hell?
No! Stay right where you are.
No man knocks me out of my own house.
Don't just stand there. Get him.
- Has he got the rifle with him?
- He keeps it right beside him.
I said, get him!
He's just sitting in there
with that big gun.
Keep down. Kelly, up there.
Carver, take the side.
Brophy, around the back.
Fancy American shooter.
Eating real fancy, eh?
Go on, kick him in the back! Give it
to him in the back. Go on, that's it.
Leave Roy alone!
Get her off me!
Throw him in the wagon. Haul him
two days from here and dump him.
Let Australia kill him.
And that crazy woman, too.
You forgot the gold.
What did he say?
- You forgot the gold.
- Marston.
He paid him in gold.
He's right.
Leave us some water
and you can have the gold.
- I can have the gold anyway.
- That's what I thought you'd say.
Yah!
Yah!
Go on!
Come on! Yah!
Yah!
I wish people would quit
hitting me on the head.
Don't worry.
On a new job, it's quite common
for things not to go well at first.
- We should...
- What?
I remember, my granddaddy told me
how, when you're lost in the desert,
you should sleep during the day
and walk at night.
Your granddaddy tell you that?
He also tell you we'll die in the desert
without those horses?
What good are horses if we die first?
Once in a while she actually
makes a little sense.
- What did you say, Roy?
- Never mind.
Good morning, Major.
Marston.
What can I get for you?
Some refreshment?
That's very kind, sir.
I'd be obliged if you would
identify for me two dead bodies.
Two men absconded.
But I imagine this is
a couple of newcomers
who wandered off together, recently.
A man and a woman?
Two men. One has been stabbed
and one shot through the head.
Coogan and Miller.
It would appear that the man
and the woman are still missing.
Yes, it would, wouldn't it?
Don't worry, Major.
I have no doubt I'll find them.
Hey, lady.
You OK?
Think so.
What are they gonna do to us?
I reckon they already done it.
They gave us water.
But that don't make sense.
They let me keep it when every white man
with a rifle's trying to kill 'em.
- Except you.
- They don't know that.
Don't they?
Something tells me you and I
were on the shady side of dead.
This is a special place.
Bet they used magic on us.
That old man over there,
looks like he's... some kind of chief,
or medicine man, or something.
What's this? There.
More than likely something
that came out of the south end
- of a northbound kangaroo.
- You mean kangaroo sh*t?
Very kind.
- Do you think they're safe to eat?
- You got a better idea?
Much obliged.
Go on.
I don't eat things
that are still moving.
Gonna shoot it first?
Mm-hmm.
- Yo? Yo?
- Yo.
Yo? Yo!
Yo!
After you cut this strip out
of this big piece of kangaroo...
There we go. Take...
Here.
Swing your arm. Just roll your wrist.
You gotta keep that loop open.
See how that loop stays open?
You look at what you're throwing at.
Swing the rope and throw right at it.
Then you just pull him in.
You just wait till you try this.
But you gotta guess what it is.
That little girl is so darling.
She sure is.
Not as darling as Roy Junior.
God Almighty, lady, not another Roy.
I don't know about you, but my stomach
thinks my throat's been cut.
Roy was hunting sage hens
when the Comanches came.
I grabbed the baby and a pistol,
and I hid in the root cellar out back.
The Indians tore up our sod house.
I was real quiet,
but then the baby started crying.
I tried to shush him and suckle him,
but he just wouldn't stop.
One Comanche, I remember, he acted
real drunk and wore my green apron.
He must have heard something.
He started hollering and coming closer.
So I put my hand gentle-like
over my baby's mouth.
"Don't cry. Daddy'll be home soon."
The Indians found us,
but they just laughed.
They was drunk, didn't wanna
hurt anybody, and rode away.
At sundown, Roy came home, but I was
still afraid to come out of the cellar.
I was afraid of what he'd do
when he saw I'd smothered our son.
I ought to find some way
to mend this petticoat. Look at that.
Roy...
He just buried the baby,
put me in the wagon,
and we went 70 miles
to Galveston without stopping.
He never said a word.
Put me on the first ship he found.
It was headed to Australia.
Then he said,
"Don't want no woman that would
kill my son to save herself."
And he turned and he walked away,
and he never looked back.
I know, 'cause I watched
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