wouldn't point no pistol at nobody.
Always a wise policy.
But if you did, I can assure you, if you did...
...the sight of royalty would cause you
to dismiss all thoughts of bloodshed.
You would stand, how should I put it?
In awe.
Now, a president....
Well, why not shoot the president?
Keep the change.
This Strawberry Alice person, tell me again.
Down the street and across
to Greely's Beer Garden and Billiards Parlor.
Ask for Alice,
say you want a game of billiards.
Billiards?
Even though I don't wish to play?
No matter.
They burned the table in '78 for firewood.
Quite right.
Quite right.
Mr. Beauchamp, I think a cup of tea-
Hello, Bob.
Boys, this here is English Bob.
Shit and fried eggs.
Been a long time.
Run out of Chinamen?
I thought that you were dead.
I see you've shaved your chin whiskers off.
I was tasting the soup
two hours after I ate it.
Actually, what I heard was you...
...fell off your horse. Drunk, of course.
And that you broke your bloody neck.
I heard that one myself, Bob.
Hell, I even thought I was dead...
...till I found out I was just in Nebraska.
Who's your friend?
W.W. Beauchamp.
This is Little Bill Daggett.
And friends, of course.
From Newton, Hays? From Abilene?
In person.
You work for the railroads, too,
Mr. Beauchamp?
I write.
Letters?
Books, Bill. Books.
Actually...
...he's my biographer.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
It's only a book.
A book?
That means you boys can read.
That means you saw
the signs outside of town...
...saying surrender your firearms.
But, like you told young Andy...
...you're not armed, are you?
Not really, Bill.
Got a Peacemaker,
but that wouldn't worry you, would it?
If you don't see it.
Or most particularly, if you don't hear it.I'm afraid so, Bob.
I don't like firearms around.
Be very careful with it, sonny.
See what kind of books
Mr. Beauchamp is packing here.
Make sure you don't get wet.
No shit.
All he's got here is writing stuff
and this here book.
The Duck of Death?
Duke.
The Duke.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
I'll have that.32, Bob.
Now, Little Bill.
You will leave me
at the mercy of my enemies.
Enemies?
You been talking about the queen again?
On Independence Day?
I guess you think I'm kicking you.
But it ain't so!
What I'm doing is talking!
You hear?
Talking to all them villains
down there in Kansas!
To all those villains in Missouri!
And all those villains...
...down in Cheyenne!
I'm telling them there ain't no whore's gold!
Even if there was,
they wouldn't want to come looking for it...
...anyhow!
What are you all looking at?
Go on! Get out of here!
Mind your own business!
You ever go into town?
On occasion.
To sell a hog, pick up supplies.
I mean, to get yourself a woman?
No, I never go into town for that.
A man like me?
Only woman a man like me could get
is one he'd have to pay for.
That ain't right, buying flesh.
Claudia, rest her soul,
wouldn't ever want me doing that.
Me being a father and all.
You just use your hand?
I don't miss it all that much.
Goddamn, somebody's shooting at us!
Did he hit you?
I bumped my head falling off my horse.
Ain't shooting at us no more.
Shooting way over yonder.
What the hell's he shooting at over there?
Beats the hell out of me.
You don't reckon we're in somebody's field?
I didn't see nothing planted.
Shooting at us again.
He's shooting at the whole horizon.
Wait! You'll mark us!
Hey, Kid!
That's the Kid shooting at us?
Kid, it's me! Will Munny!
What the hell's he shooting at us for?
That you?
Yeah, that's me!
Don't go shooting at us no more!
You hear me?
Who the hell you got with you, Will?
It's Ned Logan, my old partner!
Don't go shooting at us, you hear?
We're gonna collect our horses
and come on over there.
You ain't going to shoot now, are you?
I ain't!
Chased that horse a damn mile.
- What was you shooting at us for?
- I thought you was following me.
We was following you.