these keys to the conductor.
Tell him he can loose Bob's cuffs
as soon as he's outside the county.
Got my pistols?
I guess you know, Bob, that...
...if I see you again I'll just shoot
and figure it's self-defense.
I didn't steal your biographer!
He's staying on his own account!
He can go stuff himself as well, can't he?
A plague on the whole stinking lot of you!
Without morals or laws!
And, all you whores, you got no laws!
You got no honor!
It's no wonder
you all emigrated to America!
They wouldn't have you in England!
You're a lot of savages!
You're all a bunch of bloody savages!
A curse on you!
Nobody's going to come...
...after what Little Bill done
to that Englishman.
Delilah, can't you get them tables clean?
Cover your face, somebody might hump you
and you wouldn't have to clean.
What do they call those face covers?
A veil.
Yeah. Get a veil!
Rain's coming.
Thank God.
Sure?
You all right, Will?
There's a fellow asking for you.
Tonight? You ain't joshing?
This way, mister.
Must be randy as hell
to come out in this shit.
"No, no! You're wrong,
Little Bill! " he said.
"That's not a curly J. That's a bobbed J! "
He had changed it over. And I said to him:
"Jim, you're a liar and a horse thief! "
He saw the rest of them
wouldn't help him none.
Of course he started crying
and sobbing and just carrying on.
He said, "God, please don't kill me, Bill!
"Please don't kill me! "
I said, "It makes me sick... "
Open the window.
"... to see a man carrying
two pistols and a Henry rifle...
"... and crying like a damn baby. "
So, you killed him?
No.
But I should have.
I can't abide them kind.
You see them in the taverns.
Tramps and drunk teamsters...
...and crazed miners.
Sporting their pistols
and acting like they was bad men.
But without any sand or character.
Not even any bad character.
I do not like assassins.
Or men of low character.
Like your friend English Bob.
But Bob was no coward, you know.
He wouldn't go up to your face
and cry and carry on like that-
Sheriff....
I don't have any more receptacles.
Maybe you should just hang the carpenter.
What?
I was saying that because of the....
If you hang....
It doesn't matter.
What the hell?
On a night like this!
Who in the hell is it?
Deputy Charley Hecker, Bill.
What?
Three fellows just come into town, Bill.
They're down at Greely's.
There's two of them got guns.
What the hell's keeping that Kid?
You suppose he's up....
Jesus, Will. You look like shit.
- You remember Eagle Hendershot?
- Yeah.
I saw him.
Will, he's dead.
No, I saw him, Ned.
His head was broke open.
You could see inside of it.
Jesus.
You got a fever.
- Take a drink, will you?
- Worms were coming out.
I'm gonna go see what's keeping the Kid.
Must be he's getting an advance
on one of the sporting ladies.
If I was to....
If it worked out that I could...
...take a little time for myself,
I don't suppose you would....
I guess you wouldn't want to come.
Give me the pistol, mister.
I says give me over your pistol.
I ain't drunk.
Ordinance says you got to turn in
your firearms to County Office...
...day or night.
I guess you didn't see the sign,
with the weather and all.
No.
But I ain't armed.
Your friends upstairs got any pistols?
They ain't armed, either.
Spilled your whiskey.
What's your name?
William...
...Hendershot.
Well, Mr. William Hendershot...
...what if I was to say you was
a no-good son of a bitch and a liar?
And if I was to say you shit in your pants
because of a cowardly soul...
...I bet you'd show me that pistol
right quick and shoot me dead.
Isn't that so?
Maybe, I guess.
But the fact...
...is I ain't...
...carrying no firearm.
Get up.
What's this for, snakes and such?
We don't have any snakes in here,
Mr. Hendershot.
It ain't loaded.
Powder's wet.
You see, Mr. Beauchamp?
This is the kind of trash I'm speaking of!
You find this kind in every