The Warrior's Way Page #3

(laughter)

Yee-haw! Whoo!

I knew what you was

from the get-go.

Don't need to look

at the size of a man.

I can smell the blood.

It was on you, too.

Yeah.

Good.

Now,

get my jacket clean if you can.

If I'm gonna die,

I want to look good doing it.

Why die?

'Cause we only got about a hundred

sticks of dynamite and a few weapons.

That ain't much more

'n to sting them with.

You also have that.

Done a good job on this garden.

Well, for a laundry man.

You do a good shooting.

- For a drunken man.

- (chuckles)

Why you stopped the shooting?

Well, I just went around

robbing banks, hitting trains

till I ran into the only force

that can truly bring down any outlaw.

Sheriff?

(grunts) Woman.

When I was with her,

I didn't wanna run.

What happened then?

There was a couple of Rangers

who hadn't forgot about me.

They ambushed me.

Bullets flyin' everywhere.

One of 'em found Beth.

Last thing she ever said to me was,

"Don't never pick up no gun again."

So far...

Well, at least till today...

I done what she asked.

But for fellas like me and you,

we are what we are.

If you truly love somethin'

or somebody, Laundry Man...

you get as far away

from 'em as possible.

'Cause we're sand.

They're flowers.

(door opens)

These are yours.

These are to kill.

Come.

Closer.

Here.

Remember these places.

Fastest way to kill your enemy.

I will remember.

(bell clanging)

(whimpering)

(laughter)

(man) Company charge!

(shouting and whooping)

Oh... (whimpers)

(shouting and whooping continues)

(gunshot)

(men scream, horses whinnying)

(men groaning and coughing)

(sword rings, pistols cock)

Hey!

(sword ringing, wet impacts)

What the hell? Agh!

(men sputtering and choking)

Come on!

(men shouting)

(steam whistle toots)

(machinery whirs,

calliope plays)

(spooky laughter)

(men screaming)

Whoo!

Get up there!

Everybody, up there!

(men shouting)

Come on men! Agh!

(screams)

Get him, down there!

Get down.

(Colonel) Shoot them!

Ah!

(men shouting indistinctly)

Okay, let's get out of here.

Shoot them!

Sh*t.

(man) Dynamite!

Run for your lives!

Take cover!

Ya-hoo!

Sh*t! We did it!

(all cheer)

(gunshot, all gasp)

They hit Jacques!

Come on!

Back to town!

(indistinct shouting)

Come on.

(gunshots)

Let's close this damn circus down!

Burn it!

(screaming)

Come on!

(rifle c*cks)

(gunshot, crow caws)

Kill.

Run.

Hey, come on!

Into the hotel!

Keep low!

(men screaming)

Get them!

(indistinct shouting and gunfire)

Here! Take her!

Skinny!

(gunshots, April cries)

(Eight-Ball wheezing and grunting)

I-I couldn't protect April.

(April crying in distance)

Guard the hallway!

And don't let a damn soul

into this room!

(distant gunfire)

(sword tip dragging)

What the...

(chokes and sputters)

Agh!

(sword tip dragging)

One more step,

and she's soup.

I said stop!

(both grunting)

Yah!

Agh!

That sure is a purty scar

I gave you.

Agh! Ooh!

Ooh! Ugh!

I'll see you in Hell, little girl.

(chuckles)

Wear something nasty.

(laughs)

Yaah!

Is this the new life

you have found?

Funny.

Look much like the old one.

Do you think you will tell her

that you kill her mother,

her father and her entire clan?

She is the enemy.

She will always be the enemy.

You came to me to be strong.

I have made you the strongest.

Kill her now.

You do not belong here.

I do.

I did.

You have the perfect body

for an assassin

but the heart of a priest.

Your heart will become

your biggest enemy.

You must kill your biggest enemy.

We are assassins.

All that we love,

we will destroy.

You are assassin.

All that you love,

you'll destroy.

Did we win?

We survived.

Some of us.

I'm not goin' with you.

Am I?

I guess that's the end ofthem.

No.

It is just the beginning.

What about the baby?

She gonna be safe?

They are listening for this to cry.

Not her.

That's right, Sand Man.

Keep walkin'.

The warrior walked away.

And legend has it,

he never stopped walkin',

always making sure to keep

as much distance as possible

between himself

and the little gal he loved.

(woman singing operatically)

How much?

Free.

(singing continues)

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