The Quick and the Dead Page #2

-Not as well as you.

In case you forgot, preacher,

I saved your life last night.

No. I think you just stretched it out

a bit.

I might have gone to heaven

if you let me die.

Sorry.

Don't you even wanna fight back?

Of course I do.

I'd like to kill them all

for what they've done. But l won't.

Killing people is wrong.

Some people deserve to die.

Mr. Herod, it was

a little lean this week.

And the whisky was tight.

Horace, your excuses

are getting worse every week.

I took everything out of

the register, sir. Everything.

-That's all there was.

-Barkeep.

There you are.

I challenge you.

I'm not fighting you.

-You ain't got no choice.

-l told you!

What are you doing here?

I said, what are you doing here?

-I'm here for the money.

-Then you have to play by the rules.

And the rules say you have to

accept every challenge.

You got a problem with that,

scuttle your butt out of town.

I got no problem.

The lady fights Mr. Kelly.

And they fight at 7:00 tonight.

-Pick a card, honey.

-Thank you.

He's so hot.

Hold it up.

Ace of spades.

Thank you.

That's a neat trick.

I heard you blew a little girl's

thumb off in Reno doing that.

I am the best you'll ever see.

So l keep hearing.

Shall we find out?

Hey, look, girls, there he is.

All right!

It's lights out, Kid!

I'm gonna be pissing

on your grave tonight.

You're through.

Quiet! Quiet!

What's the odds on the Kid?

Gentlemen, please remember...

...you must not draw...

...until that clock

makes the first chime of the hour.

Once that happens,

you may fire at your convenience.

Whoa, now. What if somebody gets

too excited and starts shooting early?

Yeah.

If he cheats,

he'll be eliminated from the contest.

Whoever is standing after the draw...

...is the winner.

If both men are still standing,

you must continue firing.

Do I make myself clear?

Gentlemen, the street is yours.

I'll only wound you, Kid.

You're a kind man.

Damn, am l fast.

Did you even see me,

I was so damn fast?

Hey, there, Mr. Swedish Champion.

Are you done? Stay down, now,

unless you're still fighting.

Yes, l give up.

-Kid's the winner.

-Am I fast?

Or is Sweden just a very small place?

Tell me, now.

Come on, Kid.

I'm gonna get you something to drink.

How does it feel, Cort?

Does it remind you

of the good old days?

Is your heart beating faster?

Is your pulse racing?

-Way to go, Kid!

-Good shooting, Kid!

"Good shooting"?

If the Swede had been any slower,

he'd had birds nesting in his hat.

Come on, Kid.

Spotted Horse cannot be killed

by a bullet.

See? I've taken four bullets

in my arm...

...three in my left leg,

one in my right...

...and two bullets in the back.

Another bullet went through my lip.

Another bullet went through

my left foot.

And another bullet went into my head,

today, here, and did not come out yet.

-No, three.

-How many?

Three. Yes, I ask you three, you

give me one. Come on, give me more.

Okay, okay.

-Now, you're sure you want three?

-Yes.

It's time.

I'm not gonna fight.

You don't wanna fight, huh?

Well, we'll see about that.

Get up! Come on!

Don't keep Mr. Herod waiting.

Come on, preacher, move it. Get up!

-Turn the other cheek, preacher.

-Kick his ass!

He's gonna forgive us.

He's gonna forgive us all.

And that concludes

the lessons for the day.

-My nose!

-I'm shocked.

Reverend here needs a gun.

There's plenty of other places

in town to buy a gun.

Nowhere as cheap.

I wouldn't know a place

that's cheap enough for you.

You know, your mouth

gets faster every day.

Pity your hands are so slow.

I ain't got slow hands.

Sure you do.

Put your hand on the counter here.

Go on. Put your gun hand

up on the counter.

Look at this, Cort.

Here's a gunfighter's hand

and here's a farmer's hand.

I ain't got no farmer's hands.

You know, Cort and me are killers.

We're the genuine article. But you--

You're from different stock.

My friend here needs a gun.

This here's the eagle-butt Peacemaker.

Solid ivory handle. Mexican emblem.

Only 30 of these ever made.

And this is the customized

Remington new model.

Army .44. It's probably more accurate

than your Colt.

I had the wooden handles removed

and replaced with solid silver.

Used with great success...

...on 30-- No, 35 bank robberies

by its late owner.

Boy.

And this-- This is the best help

a man can get.

Smith & Wesson Scofield .45.

Just meat and potatoes.

Me and Jesse James think

it's the best handgun in the world.

I had the trigger guard removed.

It saves drawing time.

Don't ever wear it when you're drunk

or you'll kill your feet.

When's the last time

you held a gun, Cort?

-You know when.

-Yes.

Here. l got offered $120 for this Colt.

You wanna try it out?

You got $1 20, Cort?

I don't have any money.

The Lord provides me

with everything l need.

We're just wasting this boy's time then,

aren't we?

I'll tell you what.

I'll be a good Samaritan.

What's the cheapest gun you got?

Not in the case. The cheapest piece

of worthless crap in the whole store.

All right.

-Five bucks.

-Sold!

What are you doing there? No.

Preacher here's got the Lord on

his side. He only needs one bullet.

Just one.

Otherwise, he might be tempted

to shoot his way out of town.

That gun shoots straight.

I wouldn't sell it if it didn't.

It's okay, Kid. I won't draw.

Sure you will. l know you, Cort.

When it comes down to it,

you'll pull the trigger.

Yeah! Yeah!

I got money on you, preacher!

You're finished. You're finished.

You're finished, you hear me?

I hate you!

Let's see how

you gonna do now, preacher.

I got money on you!

Got 20 bucks on you, boy!

That's money in the bank, Jimmy.

Preacher boy, you're a dead man!

I commit my soul to thee, O Lord.

Forgive me for my sins.

-What the hell--?

-Hey!

He shot me!

-You supposed to lay down and die.

-He shot me!

You said you weren't gonna fight!

-Daddy, are you all right?

-Where are you hit?

Felt natural, didn't it?

Nice and smooth?

Thought you weren't gonna fight, huh?

You're pretty fast.

Hope l don't have to fight you.

You have a choice to be here.

I don't.

He made you do it.

I was the only one

who pulled the trigger.

Well, this ain't much of a town

for a preacher.

I wasn't always a preacher.

Cort was an outlaw, like us.

Weren't you?

In fact, he used to ride with me.

Of course, that's all changed now.

He's a man of peace.

Wouldn't hurt a fly.

Easy.

There was a time

when you couldn't tell us apart.

Is that true? ls that true?

Yes.

I should have let you die.

Go on. It's yours.

Go ahead. Take it.

You smell good.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

-What are you looking at?

-A dirty old man.

-And a little girl.

-This here is a business discussion.

I'm offering her a job.

Just make sure you wash up

wherever he touches you. Okay?

One of these days...

...l'm gonna have to shoot you up

real good.

Mr. Hanlon...

...l wanted to ask you

about lndian Wells.

Did that fight really take place?

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