Wild Bill Page #2

is actually inside hidin'?

- (man) What's this?

- (man #2) Wild Bill in a wheelchair!

Needless to say, Bill, all good fortune.

I never saw a greater compliment to Bill

than that paid

by the citizens of Cheyenne.

Their confidence in his marksmanship

was such that none of them ran for cover,

but lined up as if they were watching

some athletic contest.

- A whisky, please. Neat.

- You ain't gonna go out and watch this?

I don't think my friend needs my help.

I generally stay in the bar when he

gets involved with this sort of affair.

You just help yourself,

cos I ain't gonna miss it.

Here's to you, Bill.

This dispute had begun two years before,

when one Ed Plummer had called Bill out.

Some said the reason

was a gambling debt.

Others claimed that it involved a woman.

Bill discovered that the Plummers

regarded the affair as a family matter.

Argh! My leg!

I can't move my leg!

Aaargh!

Damn it, Will Plummer. I already shot you

once when you tried to bushwhack me.

You hear that? The man is accusing me.

Imagine that.

Have you forgotten, Mr Hickok,

that I am the aggrieved party here?

You must be drunk or gone crazy, Will.

Now, if you got any sense left,

you'll just head on home.

No, no. You're not gonna get off that easy.

You took the life from my brother.

And you left me a crippled old man

in a wheelchair.

You, sir, will die!

Mister, Wild Bill

just shot Will Plummer dead.

Then he told me to come ask you if you'd

mind to get the lead out of your ass...

sir... and come outside

and help untie him.

Will Plummer, rest in peace.

We owe God a death.

Bill chose to move on to the town

that was the talk of the entire West.

DEADWOOD GULCH,

DAKOTA TERRITORY, AUGUST 1876

Gold had been discovered a year before.

"Get rich quick" was in the air.

From raw wilderness, suddenly up came

this hell-roaring place called Deadwood.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You, uh, haul our bags

over to the tent city.

Tell 'em to find room

for Bill Hickok and a friend.

How are the eyes, Bill?

Going to be a lot of strangers in this town.

Ah, I can see OK straight ahead.

The sides are narrowin' in, and it hurts.

Comes and goes,

but hurts like hell when it's on you.

This town. I really think it's like

something out of the Bible.

- What part of the Bible?

- The part right before God gets angry.

(whooping and cheering)

Deadwood was a haven

for cardsharps, con men,

thieves, killers, roughs, drunks,

pimps and whores...

along with those arbiters of disputes:

Whip, fist, knife and pistol.

These two fellers must have

caused some trouble.

No trouble, just a couple of card cheats.

That's the worst kind of feller.

Man that cheats at cards

ain't got no religion.

Howdy, Jane.

Howdy, Bill.

Boys! This here is James Butler Hickok.

(cheering and whooping)

Everybody to the bar!

Drinks are on Bill!

Wild Bill. Carl Mann.

Pleased to meet you. This here's

my place, Mann's Number 10.

Make it your personal headquarters.

What kind of whisky do you favour?

Well, Carl, I prefer it in a glass.

Other than that, it's all good.

- That's the great Hickok?

- Sure as hell is.

He'll buy you a drink, shake your hand,

and you can tell your grandkids about it.

Charles Prince, of London, New York

and parts west, friend of Wild Bill's.

I know you're Calamity Jane.

He's spoken of you many times.

Joe!

Half a grand howdy, pard!

The whole town's crazy. Every polecat

in the territory's looking for gold.

They ain't even got a sheriff yet.

I figure I'll nominate you for the job.

- Wild Bill?

- (Joe) They got varmints here that...

What are you doing?

Wild Bill, I'm talkin' to you.

You'd better look out when

you walk down the street in this town.

You listen careful to every sound.

I come here to kill you.

He's not wearing a gun, Bill.

The man that kills Wild Bill

is gonna be awful famous.

(laughter)

You come here to kill me?

Let me give you some advice.

If you have to shoot a man,

you shoot him in the guts.

Might not kill him.

Sometimes they die slow.

But it'll paralyse his brain,

and the fight's as good as over.

Why don't you shoot the little snot?

At least rough him up some.

- He's just a dumb-ass kid.

- I got...

You son of a b*tch!

- How you been, Bill?

- Middlin'. Just middlin'.

I ain't seen you in two, maybe three years.

Well, I'm still here.

- How you been?

- Well, I'm still here too.

Lots of towns, lots of camps.

Good to see you, Jane.

I like seeing old friends.

It's just for old times' sake.

- You wipin' it off?

- No. I'm rubbin' it in.

You can see me about as much as you

want. I guess that's always been the case.

I'm just a little too available.

I gotta be available too. Awful lot

of people want a piece of Wild Bill.

Let's have us a card game and a drink.

Outta my way, boys.

As Bill played cards

and drank whisky on into the night,

Deadwood proceeded with its own

forced levity and bizarre behaviour.

The Dakota Dance Hall was

the preferred site for assignations.

This was no rude crib or flimsy shack.

It featured papered walls,

comfortable furniture,

polished spittoons,

and a piano that was actually in tune.

You don't touch me. I saw

what you were doing. I don't like it.

Maybe you oughta.

You picked the wrong one,

cos I don't care.

Ow! Owww!

Ow! My ear!

Are they shakin'? My hands?

Are they shakin'?

This your first time?

I'm showin' you

Wild Bill don't scare me none.

He's right over there in the Number 10.

- How come you're after Wild Bill?

- I got personal reasons.

- What'd you say your name is, anyhow?

- Lurline.

Lurline Newcomb from Lawrence,

Kansas. But I been all over.

I bet you have.

I kinda like that name Lurline.

You were talking about Dave McCandless.

- You were sayin' of McCandless, Bill?

- He wasn't sayin' a goddamn thing.

You keep nosin' that around along with

Dave Tutt and how he took Bill's watch,

and them soldiers beat him

half to death in Hays City.

- I heard you killed seven men, Bill.

- He didn't have no reputation before that.

He just drove freight wagons.

It happened at Rock Creek Station.

Bill was taken with a woman kept by

the outlaw and horse thief McCandless.

Her name was Sarah.

McCandless and his bunch, ten men in all,

rode up lookin' to settle things.

Inside the station, Bill seen an old buffalo

gun. He wasn't sure it would shoot.

McCandless yelled

"We know you're in there,

and you've breathed your last breath

for messin' with my girl!"

Wild Bill was shot and cut bad

when they laid on him,

but he met 'em shootin', stabbin',

shoutin', hackin'.

He kicked and bit and kneed 'em down

till the air was blue with smoke

and the floor was wet with blood.

Ten men lay dead or dyin', and his boots

was fillin' with the blood of 16 wounds.

He thanked God and walked out into

the blindin' light before he fell over,

and that all happened July 12, 1861.

You can look it up.

I think it was maybe five killed.

- Are you all right, Bill?

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