Wild Bill Page #3

- I'm fine, Charley.

I just need me some night air.

- Now, what set him off?

- Five men, Bill?

Well, hell, I thought it was seven!

The young kid stole a horse,

somebody said the Chinaman

looked the wrong way at a white woman,

and the Indian was in town tradin'

when we got the word about Custer.

We're gonna hang them all on Saturday.

In the Chinese section of Deadwood,

there was generally available

a remedy for the restless spirit.

Bill was susceptible to its application.

(in Chinese) Take it.

Afterwards, you'll have good dreams.

It will take you to a special place.

Dog soldiers. Cheyenne.

(speaks Cheyenne)

He said you saw a little dog. Um...

Can't make much sense out of it.

They followed your tracks.

Did the little dog speak to you?

The little dog's special medicine, sacred.

No! It's mine!

I'll kill you!

Argh! God!

Tell them I spoke to the little dog.

(speaks Cheyenne)

Tell them the little dog took me

to a holy place, then it disappeared.

(Joe speaks Cheyenne)

Then we went to the other world.

Tell them the little dog told me

that I was blessed. I'd live a long life.

(speaks Cheyenne)

Says you're a damn fine liar.

Says you saved yourself

and your friends for today.

But if he catches you killin' any buffalo

or takin' hides, the Cheyenne'll kill you.

What'd he tell you, Joe?

He said the next time

you saw the little dog,

you wouldn't live to see another moon.

(footsteps)

You OK, Bill?

I'm fine. No need to worry.

I damn well did get all concerned.

Nobody knew where you'd got to.

Had a hell of a time

findin' where you'd been.

Maybe I drank a little too much last night.

Had me some dreams.

Had too much on that Chinese pipe.

You're lookin' mighty peaked.

You wanna tell me

what you was dreamin' about?

About me and California Joe.

Things we did

when we come across some Indians

on a buffalo hunt six, seven years back.

What things? Bad things?

You know, they say sometimes

a dream might be a foretellin'.

Wasn't just a dream, it was a fact.

Gimme some room, Jane.

I gotta clear my head.

You ain't the same, Bill.

- How's that?

- I don't know.

You just... got kinda

different from before is all.

Maybe. I don't know.

You got a bathhouse in this town?

Sure could use one.

Howdy.

- What you doin' here?

- Maybe I'm just bein' friendly.

It ain't that I don't appreciate it.

I just got a lot of things to do today.

- What things?

- Weigh up my methods.

I'm gonna stir up old Wild Bill.

You'd better listen to me, because I know

where your Mr Wild Bill was last night.

One of them Chinese girls

told an upstairs girl that told me

that he went down to Song Lew's

and had himself a pipe.

You tell your friend, next time

he goes in there, tell me about it.

I'll make it worth her while. Yours, too.

You know, you can move all your plunder

into my room if you want.

It's the first room at the top of the stairs.

Maybe I'd better stay on

out at the tent city.

What's the problem?

No problem.

I think it just might be best if I stay out...

You got yourself some new gal?

I just ain't in the mood.

Well, you must have

got yourself some new gal.

You know, I don't ever remember askin'

to be the only thing in your life,

or you in mine, for that matter.

But what we had was kinda special,

and I don't see why we can't have it now,

so I would just like some kind of goddamn

explanation. You owe me that much.

I don't owe nobody nothin'.

I don't explain myself.

Not to you, not to some punk-ass kid!

Not to nobody!

Now, just run along and leave me be.

Sure thing.

And to hell with you, Mr Wild Bill!

In truth, Bill felt some remorse

for his argument with Jane.

But it was the nature of their friendship

that feelings for one another go unstated.

Typical for a man of action,

Bill found romance

the most perplexing aspect of his life.

Bill! Look what I got! This damn kid!

People said bring him. I bringed him!

(laughter)

Well, look what we got here. I'd stick

him in the manure bin if I was you, Joe.

Take him around back and shoot him.

He's makin' all kinds of trouble, Bill.

Skunk stuff, all of it.

Insulted some ladies,

broke some china over to the store.

He even claims that you told him to do it!

Here. You see to the damage.

- What name do you go by?

- Jack McCall.

Joe, cut his ropes.

Hear you been misbehavin', Jack.

What's the problem between me and you?

I don't like the way you treated my ma.

How you done whatever then you left her.

She kept track of you. She had lots

of stories from newspapers, dime novels.

I told her she should write you.

She said you wouldn't answer no letter.

- Who was she?

- A decent lady.

Miss Susannah Moore.

Greetings, Jack.

Charles Prince, friend of Bill's.

Could be that Wild Bill's made

a few mistakes over the years, but...

Well, it's understandable. But past is past.

Shut up, Charley.

Yeah, shut up, Charley.

I planned killin' you

from the time I found out

the man that ruined my ma

was a great hero to the country.

I'm gonna give you a chance in life, Jack.

I don't wanna kill nobody

so young and confused about things.

Joe, get him a horse, would you?

Put him on it and point him east.

East is where fellers like him oughta live,

but my recommendation is still to kill him.

I liked your ma. She was

a good, fine woman. Awful pretty.

This here's been

a real pleasure, Mr Hickok.

Not a word to your mother.

I don't wanna cause her no trouble.

She's dead six months.

I've been on your trail ever since.

(thunderclap)

It's gonna take some stitches.

That's what you get for actin' ornery.

Everybody in town's heard how the great

Wild Bill knocked you around. Hold still.

Now, you just don't worry about it none.

I accomplished my purposes.

The rumour of Jack McCall's purpose

had spread through Deadwood.

The circumstances called for a killing.

There would be no shortage of killers

to heed the summons.

You're Jack McCall?

- Whatever it is, I ain't interested.

- I'm Donnie. Donnie Lonigan.

I figure you and me

got things to talk about.

- That right? Where you from, Donnie?

- New York. Came here to find the gold.

- Had a bad run of luck.

- Who's your friend?

Jubal Pickett. Pleased to meet you.

I say just throw 'em out, Jack.

They just look to be street trash.

A five-dollar whore's

gonna tell me about street trash?

Oh, now.

Donnie, let's be polite.

How can I help you fellers?

We heard you're gonna be

paying to kill a man.

You hears wrong.

You gonna do it by yourself, Jack?

All alone?

I doubt you ever even shot a feller.

Bill Hickok. He'd be

at least a thousand dollars.

He's a two-gun plainsman.

And in addition, he carries a derringer

in his vest pocket as a hide-out.

He's killed at least 20 people. That's

not countin' what he done in the war.

I got three more fellers that work for me.

They like to take chances for money.

Well, I ain't there yet, Donnie,

but you boys stay in touch.

Well, hallelujah. Let's lift up our hands

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