The Outlaw Josey Wales Page #2

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Old times there is not forgotten

Look away, look away

Look away, Dixieland

-Howdy.

-Howdy there.

Sim Carstairs is the name.

Mister...?

Figured we'd give you some

ferrying business.

With pleasure!

Bill Quantrill used this ferry

all the time.

Good friend of mine.

What have you got there?

Just the store with

Grannie Hawkins up there.

I'll tell you what.

We'll all just amble

over to that store.

Him and me will ride.

We've got a touch of the cramp.

CARPETBAGGER:

Stranger, you're in luck!

I just happen to have the perfect thing

here for cramps.

We'll need half a side of bacon...

...1 0 pounds of beef jerky,

And when we get over there, there won't

be any need for you to go inside.

Just tell Old Grannie through the door

we'll need a lot of clean bandages...

...and a boiled poultice for a

bullet wound in a hurry. Come on.

So you'll be Josey Wales.

How might you know that, Grannie?

Soldiers were here looking

for you two hours ago.

I was going to mention that to you

as soon as I got the chance.

They say you killed your own men.

Those lying blue scumbellies!

GRANNIE:
They say you're a hard-put

and desperate man.

They're going to heel and hog you

to a barn door.

-You know what I say?

-What's that?

I say that big talk's worth diddlysquat.

Now them poultices be laced with

feather moss and mustard root.

Mind you drop water on them

occasionally and keep them damp.

Much obliged, Grannie.

You can pay me when you see me again,

Josey Wales.

I reckon so.

SIM [SINGING]:
There's buckwheat cakes

And injun batter

Makes you fat or a little fatter

Look away, look away, look away

Dixieland

That sure is a sweet sound

to the ears...

...wouldn't you say so, Mr. Wales?

Your young friend can use some help.

This is it. One dollar a bottle.

It works wonders on wounds.

Works wonders on

just about everything.

It can do most anything.

How is it with stains?

SIM:

Here we go.

Come on, come on. Yeah.

Yeah.

Dismount. Disembark, children.

[GUNSHOT]

MAN:

Get that back!

Bring it back!

Bring that barge back!

Bring it back!

Whupped them again, Josey.

SIM:

They're hollering for me to come over!

I can't hold on.

But I'll hold on until you fellows

get out of sight.

All right?

I'll make do something's wrong--

Pull, Lemuel. Pull!

I'll make do something's wrong,

until you get going.

I wish you all lots of luck.

Pull, Lemuel, pull!

[SINGING]

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton

He ain't going to hold up no ferry.

He's going to bring that cavalry

over fast as he can.

Yeah.

Reckon there's a nice reward out

for us about now.

SIM:
Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of the Lord

He is trampling out the vintage....

We got him now.

We'll get those two first,

then the others.

What others?

Wales and the kid are the last ones.

Oh, no. Texas is full of rebels.

Lots of work to do down in Texas.

We get Josey Wales and it ends.

Doing right ain't got no end.

[GRANNIE LAUGHS]

We best hurry on, Josey.

They'd catch up to us

by the end of the day.

Judging by these tracks,

there's maybe...

...40, 50 horses ahead of us.

What we've got to do is space some time

between them and us.

What are we going to do?

Stay right here.

Welcome.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Please come aboard.

Howdy.

Pull, Lemuel.

-He's still there.

SIM:
Still there?

What does he think he's doing?

Don't know.

Some of you men get down there.

Prepare to fire.

Captain Redlegs...

...I advise you to turn back.

You can catch him later.

Turn back? Are you crazy?

He'll try to pick us off one by one.

He'll never do it.

At best, he'll get two

or three up front.

-I advise you to turn back, captain.

-They're coming.

Do you really think you can shoot

all those men down...

...before they shoot you?

Oh, no, no, Mr. Josey Wales!

There is such a thing in this country

called justice.

Well, Mr. Carpetbagger...

...we've got something in this territory...

...called the Missouri boat ride.

[MEN SHOUTING]

MAN:

Watch out! Back him up!

[JAMIE LAUGHS]

God Almighty!

MAN:
Watch out for that horse!

Watch out, you stupid son of a b*tch!

Is it bad, Josey?

It's bad.

Don't look at it, boy.

It'll just make you get feelings in it.

If I don't make it...

...I want you to know...

...I'm prouder than a game rooster

to have rid with you.

You are a game rooster.

Now shut up.

-You could make it without me.

-Here.

Take a little drink of this.

This here linsey-woolsey shirt I got

that all you boys wore.

We didn't have no ma.

So Pa did all the

fancy needlework for me.

Told me not to tell no one.

Imagine a grown man doing that

for his own kid?

Sang a little song while he sewed it.

You know "Rose of Alabama," Josey?

[SINGING] River rolled

The crickets sang

The lightning bug

He flashed his wing

And I could rope

My arms I fling

Round rose of Alabama

Oh, brown rosie

Rose of Alabama

A sweet tobacco posy

Is the rose of Alabama

MAN:
Now you just do that, cousin.

You bring that old pistol right out.

We got him, Lige.

It's him, Abe. It's him.

We got the Josey Wales, Abe!

I seen him ride side by side

with Bloody Bill.

We got reward money coming.

Watch it. He's meaner than

a rattler and twice as fast!

You're a real bush hog,

ain't you, Mr. Josey Wales?

Tell you what.

Move on back. Move on back!

LIGE:
Watch him.

I seen him do some things.

Shut up, Lige!

Now...

...Mr. Josey Wales...

...I'd just as soon shoot you now...

...except it'd be hard to drag your body

to where we can get our price for you.

-Shoot him now!

-Shut up, Lige.

Move your left hand down

and unbuckle that pistol belt.

Make it nice and slow...

...so I can count the hairs

on that hand.

See, Lige?

You pull his teeth...

...he's harmless as a heel hound.

Always wanted to face out one of these

pistol fighters they all fuss about.

Only way you handle them.

Abe, watch out.

-He's probably got another pistol--

-Shut up, Lige.

Call Benny back there on the horse.

Benny! Come out!

We got us the Josey Wales!

JAMIE [SINGING]:

Oh, brown rosie

Rose of Alabamy

Who is that?

He's just a boy. He's got a fever.

Tell him to shut up.

Sweet tobacco posies--

Pa?

Is that you, Pa?

It ain't your pa! Now shut up!

Pa.

I got the gold right here, Pa.

What gold is he talking about?

There's no gold. He's crazy.

The gold me and Josey robbed

from the bank.

Lige, take a look under that blanket.

I got it right here.

Thought you could use some help.

You get those holes leaking, I'm going

to whomp you with a knotted plow-line.

They ain't honest.

I feel as pert as a rutting buck.

Good.

Because I ain't hauling you

all over hell's creation...

...dribbling blood over

half of Missouri.

JAMIE:

Wish we had time to bury them fellows.

To hell with them fellows.

Buzzards got to eat, same as worms.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

JOSEY:

A real frog strangler.

Ten, 20 more miles and we'll be

safe in the Nations.

Some cavalry between us

and the Nations.

We'll have to wait till they bed down...

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