Summer Love

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[gunshot]

[running footsteps]

- [gunshot]

- [man groans]

[gunshot]

# [chatter]

# [guitar]

# From June until September #

# Hearts are innocent and gay #

# For a few brief

fleeting moments #

# Summer love

drives cares away #

# Summer love comes

oh so quickly #

# Summer love goes oh so fast #

# Summer love's

a lonely highway #

# For the broken hearts

that pass #

# Now summer love's

infatuation #

# In that carefree

time of year #

# But when autumn leaves

start fallin' #

# Summer love will disappear #

# Summer love

comes oh so quickly #

[woman groaning]

# Summer love goes

oh so fast #

[groaning]

# Summer love's

a lonely highway #

# For the broken hearts

that pass #

# There's one chance

in a hundred #

# If good fortune

smiles on you #

# That your summer love

will be true love #

# And will last

your whole life through #

# Summer love comes

oh so quickly #

# Summer love

goes oh so fast #

# But if fortune smiles

upon you #

# Then your summer love

will last #

# Then your summer love

will last #

# Then your summer love

will last #

[gunshots]

[scraping]

[burps]

[pouring liquid]

Two...

and a Mexican.

Huh?

A Mexican?

Let's go.

I'm not gonna hit

a blind man anyway.

What's this about anyway?

It's simple.

Each puts money down,

and then every one of us

takes a punch at him.

And then we do it again

in different order.

[knuckles crack]

The ones that I make out lose.

The others split the bank.

[punch]

[punch]

[punch]

[punch]

[punch]

[punch]

[punches]

[punch]

You have lost.

[men laugh]

Next time you want to play,

lose the bracelet.

We need to go.

I've got to get

my money back.

What's at stake?

[screams]

We go on.

- Giddap! Giddap!

- [neighing]

[laughter]

[toot]

[toot]

[kisses]

[burps]

[hisses]

[laughing]

[men laughing]

[laughter continues]

[horse neighs]

No.

The sheriff is not here.

And the nearest town

is a week's ride away.

[laughing]

[laughter continues]

I can cash the bounty for you.

[punch]

[punch]

[punch]

[laughter]

You've lost your touch.

[coughs]

You need a woman.

Sh*t!

[burps]

You want to get

your bounty back?

We can play all night.

[burping, laughing]

Hit him now,

if you can do it.

You lost your bounty...

to a blind man.

To a handicapped veteran...

who lost his eyes

defending his country.

But...

if you want it back,

you'll have to take it

from a healthy man.

You wouldn't want

to shoot a lawman.

Would you?

[laughing]

[laughter continues]

$500.

You can buy

a new life for that.

How could she take

any pleasure with you?

Vodka...

doesn't accept

a straight line.

That's why those

drunk on vodka...

move with no coordination.

No balance.

They dance.

The ones drunk on whisky,

they're up, down,

hit the ground...

and don't get up.

She's sure friendly...

when she wants to be.

Ain't she?

No, sir.

Not a word.

[gulp]

Suppose I shoot you?

You wanna know

what it sounds like?

[chuckles]

[giggling]

Drop the gun.

[screams]

[gunshot]

[men screaming]

[gunshot]

- [screaming]

- [gunshot]

[gunshot]

- I got him!

- [gunshot]

- I got him!

- [clicking]

[screams]

F***!

[screaming]

The drifter shot him!

He's run!

You were a tracker

in the war.

Yeah.

And I was... good.

Aren't you gonna

go after him?

You are the sheriff!

Ah.

And you got amped up

for the hanging.

The drifter's hit.

All we need is

to pick him up.

Nobody gets hanged

unless I say so.

Not without the law!

# [indistinct whispering]

You know where it is.

Blood money.

You want to play

a soldier again?

I'll be back.

He was taller than you!

I got him.

I never miss.

Did you see her eyes?

I'll put it back

where it belongs.

No gun has that range.

He's not gonna know

what hit him.

We're not going

pigeon hunting.

# [woman chanting]

There will be no hanging

without a trial.

Why would he

circle around?

Doesn't make sense.

He's going east.

Bad country.

We'll cut him off

at the pass.

[panting]

[whinnies]

Nothing.

There won't be any hanging.

This has his name on it.

[sniffs]

Could this be him?

You know what that means?

What?

Absolutely nothing.

But you did not know that.

What is it now?

Surrender, or I'm coming in!

[gunshots]

[laughing]

[shooting continues]

[shooting stops]

[glass shatters]

[horse whinnies]

He was here, all right.

You'll never catch him.

Have you ever wondered why he

doesn't cover up his tracks,

while I'm getting further and

further away from the town,

which I left un...

...protected?

[simmers]

[panting]

Anyway, he will never be

able to follow the tracks.

And...

I'm heading back.

[glass shatters]

It's the booze!

[horse neighs]

You've run out of booze!

That's why,

you drunken dumbshit!

That's enough!

# [female vocalizing]

[woman]

Call me wherever you want.

You can call me "B*tch"

or "P*ssy."

"Baby."

"Honey."

"Love."

"Sweetheart."

"Sunshine."

Yeah.

You better call me

"Sunshine."

We met in the rain.

Please, like before.

[hammering]

[grunts]

[neighs]

[neighs]

[neighs]

Where are these

f***ing tracks?

I want to...

to send a telegram.

[telegraph tapping]

[hammering]

[fly buzzing]

No bad habits?

No.

Just bad company.

[fly buzzing]

What's the matter?

I thought you got

some more meat last night.

I got no quarrel with him.

He drew us in.

He was a tall man,

wasn't he?

I'm gonna have to check

the thickness of his neck.

To make an adequate noose, I have to

take everything into consideration

If the rope is too thin,

it won't break his spine.

Not without the law.

Give me a smoke.

I thought that you don't smoke.

I do now.

[knock on door]

A telegram.

[man coughing]

[coughing]

[neighs]

It's the sheriff's horse.

How did it get here?

Where are the others?

Relish?

[coughs]

Would bread be all right?

Chaser?

We only have a porter.

You want it in a tall

or short glass?

Please.

Please!

[train whistle]

And you will

take off my clothes.

First, the skirt.

It will probably

get ripped.

Slightly.

It will take awhile before you

will take off all the rest.

And my breasts...

will be firm,

and my legs, strong.

You will kiss my nipples.

And my stomach will be hard.

And after...

After, we'll lay down

side by side,

and we'll be smoking

our cigarettes.

We will talk...

really quietly

to each other,

although we could very well

be speaking out loud...

in the bed.

[chuckles]

I will feel...

slightly uncomfortable.

And you will feel the taste

of my hair in your mouth.

There will be...

plenty of little pale scars

on my stomach.

You'll feel them

with your fingers.

I know... you'd like them

to be there.

You will kiss

each one of them...

once.

And I will be shy no more.

And later...

Later you will

stop being shy,

and I will be

kissing you.

And later...

Later the whole room

will smell of you.

Not of me, but of you.

You never loved me.

No!

I was never anything

but a barmaid.

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

You know what happens to an

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