The Quick and the Dead Page #4

If you've got so much to spare, I'm

just gonna have to take more off you.

Because you clearly

haven't got the message!

This is my town!

If you live to see the dawn,

it's because I allow it!

I'm in charge of everything!

I decide who lives or who dies!

Your gunfighter's dead.

Old news.

Is it possible?

Is it possible to improve on perfection?

The man's dead.

-Kid's the winner.

-l heard him.

I heard him move his hand.

I tell you, people.

I'm on a different level.

In fact, l am the new goddamn mayor

of this town!

Wonderful!

He stinks worse dead.

Storm's coming up. No more fights

till we see what it's gonna do.

Drinks are on me, fellas.

We're gonna have to

bury this old man deep.

He stinks something awful.

Get up now!

Go on. Get the hell out of here.

Get the hell out of here. Go.

Yep.

That little girl is gonna be

a real good earner.

-Deal me in, boys.

-All right!

I feel lucky.

She good?

Wriggled like a fish.

Get up!

B*tch!

-B*tch, I'll kill you!

-Outside, you bastard!

-Right now!

-You got it, whore!

You goddamn Sunday b*tch!

I'll blow a hole in you--

No, please don't kill me! No, no.

No, please! Don't!

No, don't kill me! Please!

John! John!

-Finish him off!

-No!

-No, please.

-This contest is not over...

...until one of you are dead!

Please, don't kill me! Please!

No! Please!

No. No.

This contest is not over yet!

Drink.

Thank you.

Die!

-Holy moly!

-Goodness.

Gold teeth!

A whole mouthful of gold teeth!

And the lady moves to round three.

Look at these teeth!

A gold crown!

There's always forgiveness

if you ask for it.

Come on, preacher.

God's on your side, brother!

-Thank you, Ratsy.

-Goodbye.

Hey, what are you doing?

You're not quitting, are you?

I know this is probably

the wrong time...

...but l like you, and I want you to stay.

How can you live like this?

Live like what?

Aren't you even gonna stay

for Cort's fight?

-No, I'm not.

-Wait.

-It's starting any minute now--

-l don't care about him.

I don't care about you

or anybody else in this town.

I'm through.

I don't think you heard me right.

I said l liked you!

Last bets!

Place your last bets!

Spotted Horse cannot be killed

by a bullet.

Last bets!

Place your last bets, gentlemen!

Right now. Place your last bets!

Man's dead. Cort's the winner.

He killed that lndian.

Sh*t.

Spotted Horse cannot be killed

by a bullet.

Give me another bullet.

I thought I explained the rules to you

very carefully.

-You have to kill the man.

-Spotted Chief.

Get on up there. Kill him.

Give me another bullet, John.

Somebody give me a bullet!

Thirty-eight, long Colt.

"I shall not kill."

That's what you told me.

"I've renounced all violence."

Now, goddamn it!

Now!

Congratulations.

Looks like you're going

to the next round, preacher.

Applause him.

Bravo.

Welcome back, killer.

Give me that.

I knew I'd find you here.

You know who l am?

Of course I do.

I brought you into this world.

-Your father was--

-l don't wanna talk about it.

You've been here for hours

looking for his grave.

He's not here.

Herod's men...

...they smashed the gravestone

I made...

...and then they burned his body

till there was nothing left.

There are good people here.

They're just cowards, like me.

And they're waiting, hoping...

...someone like you

will come and stop him.

I can't.

I can't kill him!

I had my chance and l was scared.

I'm scared of dying.

You've been dead since it happened.

You're more scared of living.

It would be the same

if you keep riding.

I pulled this from the fire.

He was the best friend

I ever had.

String him up! Put him on a chair!

-Just say your prayers.

-Here's the rope!

Daddy, no!

Wait, gal!

Put her down, goddamn it!

Let her go!

Hey, little darling.

Hello, bonita. Hey, hey!

What's wrong with you?

--pay for that. Oh, boy.

And you gonna take him.

What the heck--?

What the hell ails you?

That's Mr. Herod's prisoner, lady.

-You ain't going nowhere.

-l hope you don't feel...

...l've sunk to some base, primal level

of humanity. You see, now...

...the Bible speaks of turning

plough shears into swords, see...

...when faced with

an insurmountable evil.

And l feel that it must be God's will

that I'm here.

So, l.... I....

And l....

Oh, God.

-Why are you doing this to me?

-Because...

...we could both be dead tomorrow.

Promise me--

Promise me you'll leave Herod for me.

-l challenge you.

-Go away.

I'm not fighting anybody else.

I want you.

I've already been challenged.

It's time for me to see

if I'm my father's equal.

You would fight your own son.

I'm gonna kill you if l have to ride

all the way to hell to do it.

Do you have some particular problem

with me?

I'll let you know.

I'm not fighting you.

I came here to kill Herod,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

-Stand down.

-l will not stand down.

Stand down. Let me take him

in the final. He'll be just as dead.

Let me make something clear

to both of you:
You are gonna fight.

Nobody walks out on this contest.

Nobody stands down.

You don't tell me what to do.

You try to leave town,

my men will kill you.

You refuse to fight,

my men will kill you.

You had your chance to quit.

Now it's gone.

Clear the street!

Round three!

Only four contestants left.

Mr. Herod fights the Kid.

Then the lady fights Cort.

Clear the streets!

You don't have to do this.

Everybody already knows

you're the best.

No. It ain't about that.

I'm his son.

And if this is the only way

he's gonna admit that...

...then so be it.

What can you possibly get out of this?

What do you want?

All I want is his respect.

-Come on! You can do it!

-We love you!

I love you.

We're with you!

That boy's gonna dust you!

Yeah, come on, Kid.

Drop out. You've made your point.

The gunfight is in the head...

...not in the hands.

The only thing

that makes him invincible...

...is because you all think he is.

Maybe five years ago

he was the fastest...

...but time catches up with everyone.

He's just a little bit slower

than he used to be.

And as for myself,

would you believe it?

I just reached my peak.

Sh*t, that was fast.

No! No!

Oh, my-- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Did I get him?

Yeah, Kid. You got him.

Did I kill him?

You were so fast, Kid.

Please! I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die!

I know.

It was never proved

that he was my son.

It was a farmer that was....

He wasn't mine.

I gave him a way out.

He wouldn't take it.

-What kind of ink do you have?

-Any kind you need.

If neither one of you fire

by the time l count down from 1 0...

...my men will gun you down.

Ten.

-Nine.

-Draw your gun.

-There's no point in both of us dying.

-Eight.

-Seven.

-Draw, goddamn it!

Six.

Kill me, Ellen!

-Five.

-Kill me!

Four.

-Kill me!

-Three.

Kill me, or I'm gonna kill you!

-Two.

-Please.

One!

She's dead.

Oh, Jesus. She's dead.

Leave her alone, you vultures!

Don't touch her!

Nice shooting, Reverend.

Like l always say...

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