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(film reel clicking)

(light thudding)

(deep swishing)

(insects buzzing lightly)

(brush crunching)

- Oye, mate, why are you out here stumbling around

in the dark?

- Fucking freezing, ain't I?

We have been standing out here for hours, Big.

Maybe if somebody had mentioned

how long we were gonna be out here for,

I would've brought some extra-

- You both shut the hell up.

- Let's just do this.

- Oh yeah, mate, go on then, go on. Off you gettin'.

Let's see you wandering around there in the dark

aiming your Griswold, being a real straight shooter, eh?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- We're waiting for our eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Personally, I don't want you behind me

wondering whether me, Ellis, or Fat's here.

Or the silhouette or some unforeseen enemy.

- Ellis, what do you think?

- Well, I can't see shit.

And we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now, would we?

- Big here drags me out of bed this morning

mentioning something about a Sheila, yeah?

So why all the hush and worry?

- 'Cause that Sheila might not just be any Sheila, mate.

Could be Leon "Barberblade" Murphey's wife, Ann Seringo.

- So what?

- So, do you know why they're wanted?

(Big laughs)

- Well, if that's the case,

make sure you got all your senses workin' and tickin'.

'Cause if you don't, come morning,

you'll be deadwood for the worms.

- Jesus, mate.

Look, all I'm saying is whoever they are,

probably not going anyway, yeah?

I mean, we're in the middle of nowhere,

we're going fucking nowhere.

And this bloody weather's got me freezing, so let's go.

- Where did you find this cracker,

and why doesn't he seem to know jack all

about what's going on, Big?

- Wait, who you calling a cracker?

- Do you remember the Oakley brothers?

- Last I heard, those dirty bastards hit the grave.

So what?

- Maybe you are the thickest tree in the forest.

- [Lawrence] Well are you gonna tell me or not?

- We might've found them.

- You're telling me that a woman

killed Harry, Paul, and Ned.

I find that hard to believe.

- No, not her, the husband, Leon.

- No, no, no, no, I've seen Harry sling,

and you know as well as I do that he's fast, yeah.

And as a matter of fact, he's a brutal bastard, and he-

(hand thuds)

- Will you listen to what I have to tell you?

A while back, in Grinder's Switch when you and I

were doing those heists up in Dongara,

Leon come across the Oakley brothers

takin' it out on some native kid.

I mean, the kid got hurt, and I mean real bad.

Now, Leon found the sight a little sour.

But discretion was the better part of valor

and he walked on.

You see Leon was uh, what's that term?

- He was employed by her majesty's.

- [Big] Yeah, that's right.

- Town guard.

- [Big] A military man.

Now after a night of drinking and debauchery,

the brothers Oakley, appeared at the barbershop,

would sit in the three chairs, side-by-side.

- Wait, wait, what happened to the kid? The darkie?

- Whipped to a pulp, mate, deceased, buried. (laughs)

- Anyway, all three brothers are dozing under warm towels.

In steps Leon, abandons his post, walks up to the barber,

snatches the blade, and slits their throats one by one.

Barber's paralyzed with fear.

Shit himself.

Least that's what they tell me he smelled like.

Now you'd think if your brother was being gutted

next to ya, you'd notice.

But all three were drained dead

before they knew what happened.

Just for breaking someone's darkie.

- This is a military man we're after.

So before you go waltzing down there,

make sure you got your dick in your pants.

- So why even do this then, yeah?

Why not just inform her majesty's?

- Didn't you just hear the story?

This fellow's not just wanted for cold-blooded murder.

He's wanted because he ran with her majesty's,

forsaking his duty for the dignity of them darkies.

And we all know the crown, my friends.

They can't let that kind of behavior slip.

Now we could inform her majesty's of his whereabouts,

serving some simple justice.

But we're here for somethin' better.

- The bounty.

- Exactly.

There might be money, right there in the flesh.

Be it dead,

or alive.

- And we sure do want it. Don't we, lads?

- Oh, yes.

- All right, enough talking. Check your guns.

(gun barrel clicking)

- But how do we know for sure?

I mean, he might not even be there, yeah?

You said yourself, you may or may not have seen his wife.

- Ellis was watching the place for a week.

There's a woman and child down there

fit the description of Ann and their cornstalk daughter.

- Stop your gabbin'.

(gunshot blasts)

- [Big] Get down!

- Oh my God. He's dead.

He's fucking dead. (yelling)

- [Big] If you don't shut up,

I'm going to shoot you in the goddamn mouth.

(Lawrence groans)

- [Lawrence] Where the fuck did that come from?

- Well, my best guess is the ranch.

- I thought you said it was just Ann and the kids.

- It could be her.

- So a woman shot Fats from that distance.

Well, shit.

Get the rifle.

(gunshot pops)

- [Ellis] What now?

(guns cock)

- All right. So how are we gonna do this?

- Try the front door.

- What? Just like that?

- They won't be expecting us to come through the front.

- Nah, mate, I ain't bloody doing that, no way.

If it's such a good idea why don't you do it yourself, yeah?

(sighs) All right, you big fat bastard. (shuddering)

(brush crunching)

(Lawrence shuddering)

(insects buzzing lightly)

There's nobody here.

(mysterious music)

(gunshots blasting)

(door creaks open)

(slow tense music)

- [Big] Check the back.

(slow tense music)

(Ann groaning)

- I couldn't find nothing.

Maybe he's gone around back.

- If he was here, we'd know by now.

- Jesus!

Why, I can't even tell if that's her.

Huh, huh, what do you reckon?

- Don't know neither.

But if it's not her, you just shot an innocent woman.

- Then I'll tell you what, that is her.

Looks like we got her pretty good.

However, it might be an issue that she's not recognizable.

I mean, we might get the bounty

if the red coats can recognize her.

I mean, not to mention that we don't have Leon,

which kinda throws off that whole

package bounty altogether.

I mean, we're three days from the nearest town.

And, even considering this one's gonna

yield some sort of coin,

I highly think it's unlikely that the council's

gonna take a liking to a dame shot in the face.

I mean, they're gonna start asking all kinds of questions.

Shootin' is one thing, shootin' in the face, that's another.

- I know that, Ellis.

- And, not to be negative, all right,

but seeing as how we can barely tell who it is now,

what do you think's gonna happen in three days,

after she's been out on the horse cart?

Bleeding out in the sun, while it's comin' down,

and bloody rot in the face, it's somethin' like

a shriveled up pumpkin.

- Well you should've controlled your shooting better.

- Controlled my shooting?

Do you really think I was trying to control my shooting

after we saw what happened to Lawrence?

No, mate. I was aiming for that bitch's face.

- Jesus.

- Oh, (laughing) hey. That's their girl, the daughter.

- [Big] How'd you forget her?

- What do you wanna do now? What do you wanna do?

(Ellis tongue clicking)

(Lillian panting)

(Ann grunting)

(eerie music)

(match strikes)

(Ann gagging)

- I'll give it to you darling, you almost had us.

(Ann gagging)

(gunshot blasts)

(Lillian screaming)

Bring the girl.

- Come on, let's go. (Lillian screaming)

Oh, let's go talk outside.

Move!

(Lillian screaming) Let's go.

Move it!

- Got a long way to ride, and Maitland will be waiting

and he won't be happy.

(tense somber music) (horse hooves clomping)

(adventurous Western music)

(fire crackling) (somber Western music)

(adventurous Western music)

(prisoner gasps)

- [Guard] Well what're you waiting for?

Get off the train!

The lot a ya!

(birds chirping)

(steam hissing)

(birds chirping)

(guard urinating)

(guard groans)

(haunting Western music)

(steam hissing)

- L. Murphey.

I'm looking for a Mr. L. Murphey.

I'm guessing by the wide selection here before me,

you must be him.

White, male, 37 years old,

five foot eight, size 10 feet.

Says here, "Note, to be hanged."

Now the question is,

why is a dying man shackled to two aboriginals?

- These two were staggering across the railway line, sir,

'bout 70 miles back.

- And you saw fit to take them aboard?

- [Guard] Yes sir.

- Release them.

- Excuse me, sir?

- You heard me.

- But sir, these men were- - These men were what?

Crossing railway tracks.

According to this manuscript,

there's supposed to be one prisoner delivered today.

This, is three prisoners.

Now where does that leave me?

Given that you, a private, is picking up people

and convicting them as you go.

- Uh...

- You can put them back on the train sir,

send them down the line.

- Well, let's see now.

It's another four days train ride to the coast,

and you would have to go with them, of course.

Because if you were not to go,

I would have to explain why there were two cooked Aborigines

in this train's carriage.

And two rotting bodies would surely render

her majesty's property nothing but a distasteful smelling

heap of wood on wheels,

that you undoubtedly would have to ride in again.

So release these men, and that's an order.

- [Guard] Yes, Captain.

- You men are free to leave.

So you're to be hanged in the jurisdiction of her majesty.

You ever been walkabout, Mr. Murphey?

(haunting Western music)

Mr. Murphey.

You know why I asked you'd ever been on a walkabout?

No?

Well I'll tell ya.

It's a rite of passage,

a journey a man must make

in order to become true to himself.

That's what the Aborigines think.

But I find that description fits your situation perfectly,

for you are a man who truly must come to terms

with what he is, a murderer.

With that being said,

even murderers can die from dehydration.

Maybe you'd like that, Mr. Murphey.

(Leon grunting)

Apparently not.

(dramatic thud)

(tense daunting music)

- Well?

Where's my brother?

- [Big] He's, not here.

- I can see that you fool, where is he?

- [Big] Ran into some problems.

- I don't wanna hear about your problems.

So?

- [Ellis] Fat's dead. He got shot first.

- Dead?

- He got shot right in the chest.

- That's not really a problem.

More of an inconvenience.

So.

- So?

What?

- So, did you get the bounty?

I can tell by the sorry look on your faces

that you did not.

- Well, we uh, we got the woman, but he wasn't there.

- But didn't you tell me that that was definitely

where he'd be?

- Yes, but-

- Yes but what, but hm?

What have you got here?

- It's his daughter.

- His daughter.

(Lillian breathing heavily)

What's your name?

- Lillian.

- Lillian.

Well, that's a pretty name.

Now Lillian, do you know the whereabouts of your pa?

- He's gone,

- Gone?

What did he leave you and your ma all on your lonesome?

That's not very nice, is it?

- He had to go. He had to leave.

- And why's that, Lillian?

- 'Cause he said that if he didn't

then people would forever chase us.

And he didn't want that.

- Oh no, come on, don't get upset. It's all right.

It's all right. It's not your fault.

Your father is the one we want.

But seeings as though you're the only member

of your family here, the burden must fall on you.

So best you tell me where he is.

- Mister, I swear, I know nothing!

- And that's a real pity, Lillian.

You see that dog in the corner.

He looks nice and friendly, doesn't he?

But truth be told, he's the devil.

He has teeth like razors, fangs, he's brutal and fearless.

He has the appetite of a bear, attacks like a wolf,

ripping his prey to shreds.

So I recommend you tell me what you know

or I'll have Big here throw you on top of him.

- The only thing I know, sir, is that he said goodbye

and walked toward the rail line over the valley.

And he was doing it for me and my ma.

- [Maitland] He's gone to deliver himself to her majesty.

With an ever-increasing bounty,

he thinks by handing himself in,

at least his family might be safe.

- Well, what do you wanna do with this one?

She's gonna be no good to us now.

(Lillian groaning)

- I cannot...

What's going on here?

I was thinking about getting me some sleep,

and all them noises, they made me tremble.

- Aw there's nothin' to worry about.

You didn't have to come down.

- Oh, who's that?

- That's just some girl the lads picked up.

- Oh, (laughs) I didn't know they were into that.

- No, no, no, they um,

were just about to let her play with the dog.

- Oh, right. Right.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Ma. God bless.

(slow tense music)

- Oh my. You know what son, do you think it could wait?

We're having dinner the day after tomorrow

with the O'Connells,

and I don't have time to clean up the mess.

- Of course, of course, dinner with the O'Connells.

(Lillian groaning)

- Shut up, ya little cretin.

- Ma, don't upset yourself.

Remember what the doctor said.

Upset my mother, will ya?

Put her with the other rats.

And then take her ma's body and bury the body out back.

There's only one route from the railway line

to Camborne Hill.

He'll be escorted by one or two men at the most.

Assemble a few of our lads.

Ride out at first light, we'll find 'em.

- But sir, isn't he being escorted by her majesty?

- So? Let them know who runs these parts.

Let them know we will be collecting the coin.

Let them fear, and let them come into the hands of the Lord.

And this time do your job!

(somber orchestral music)

(Lillian cries out)

(somber orchestral music)

- I'll be back with your father.

He can watch.

(slow somber music)

(horse hoofs clomping) (horse shuddering)

(wind whipping) (insects chirping)

- Well if you want food, you're gonna have to get up,

clean up.

And you behave in an appropriate fashion. You understand?

After you.

(flies buzzing)

- Crikey, have you blokes been walkabout?

- Good day, Jerry. How's things?

- You know what I always say, Captain.

(chuckles) Things could always be better.

- Sit down, Mr. Murphey.

Say Jerry, who are those boys out front?

- Uh, I believe they're, they're cattle herders,

up from the Nambucca River.

Um, they're eastern boys.

- Seems a bit dry pushing cattle this time of year,

don't you think?

- Oh just folk, migrating for a better future.

It's not unusual these days.

As a matter of fact,

there was a fella in here the other day,

a tall, a tall blonde fella-

- Do you know where they've been grazing?

- The cattle herders?

Well, you know what they call them around here,

the scum of the earth.

They fleece the land, but they pay good coin

on the pound so, I don't ask questions.

Here, what is there only one today?

What is he a thief, smuggler, murderer?

- You know that's none of your business, Jerry.

Just bring us the usual, all right.

- You know me, Captain. I like to talk.

(Leon breathing heavily)

(Leon groans)

- Cattle herders, out here?

(glass shatters)

- You bloody Oriental whore. Look what you've done.

I told you not to randomly sweep around.

Now pick it up!

- [Jerry] Sorry Captain, but these people

from foreign shores...

Get back to work.

Here we are, the usual.

It's the best.

- Thank you, Jerry.

Eat, Mr. Murphey.

You know, for a dying man, you seem awfully worried.

- I just wanna make sure we get there in one piece.

- In one piece, huh.

I do hope you understand what the consequences

of your capture are.

- That I do.

- Then eat.

- I think it would be best if we just got on our way.

- And why's that?

- Because those fellows out there aren't cattle herders.

(mysterious music)

- And why do you think that?

- They haven't been out here more than a day or two

from what I can tell by their clothes,

which have been recently washed and pressed.

And no cattle herder could afford that amount of coin,

unless they had some kind of land.

And maybe they do own it,

but you'd have to be a fool to drive cattle

all the way out here.

- Suppose this were true, Mr. Murphey,

what would that mean?

- It would mean trouble.

- Would it now?

- And as for your friend, Jerry over there,

he's had a scatter shooter stashed and cocked

since the moment we walked in.

(Dalton sighs)

- Well maybe that's just force of habit.

With men like you waltzing around these parts,

what should a man do?

I know these men aren't cattle herders, Mr. Murphey.

My suspicions are that they're here to help you

make a getaway.

- Those fellows aren't here to liberate anyone.

They're here to kill.

(slow tense music)

- Well we shall see about that.

Jerry, come over here a second, will ya?

- Sure, Captain.

Everything okay, Captain?

- It certainly is, Jerry.

Unfortunately, I'm not feeling too good today.

- [Jerry] Oh.

- I just can't seem to keep anything in,

and so I must decline your fine stew, apologies.

- Um, I'm, I'm, I'm sorry to hear that, Captain.

- That's okay, it's not your fault.

- Um, maybe there's something else in the kitchen

that I could cook up for you. - No, no, no.

It would only do me no good anyhow.

But say, Jerry, why don't you go and ask those boys

over there if they're hungry.

They've been staring at us since we sat down and uh,

I feel almost rude, because now we have this extra bowl.

- No, no, they've already eaten. (laughs)

- [Dalton] Are you sure?

- Oh yes, Captain, yep.

- Tell me something, Jerry.

I didn't know you wash clothes here.

- (laughing) Wash clothes here, no,

we don't do that here, Captain. (laughing)

- So these boys, they rode all the way from Nambucca River

to here without so much as a patch of dirt on them.

Now I find that amazing.

To think, working off the land the way they do,

they manage to keep themselves so clean and well-groomed.

I mean uh, look at me.

I can't even seem to keep the dirt out of my ears.

But then maybe you've got it all wrong, Jerry.

- Do I?

- [Dalton] Yeah. Maybe these boys aren't cattle herders.

- No? - No.

Maybe they just came here for your fine stew. (laughs)

Do you know why I think your stew's so popular, Jerry?

- [Jerry] No, no, no, no.

- Well come down here and I'll tell you.

It's because you always serve it so steaming hot.

(Jerry yelling)

(gunshots blasting)

(Vin screaming and crying) (Jerry yelling)

That's for forgetting your manners when speaking to a lady.

(Jerry crying)

- [Vin] No, don't shoot.

- (sighs) Listen, there's a town south of here

about two days ride.

You go there and you don't come back.

This place is no home for a girl like you.

(wind whipping)

- You fucking drogo.

I'll find you.

You're gonna pay for my fuckin' arm.

- It's called a hand, mister.

- You have no idea, mate.

Hey!

Hey! Wait a minute.

Are you just gonna leave me out here to die?

I'm dying here.

- What would you like me to do about that?

- Take me to the nearest town.

- My horse is fully packed, my friend.

I have no room left for you.

- Wait, wait, take my horse.

- Your horse?

- [Vin] Around the back, mate.

Just put me on and I can follow.

(horse hooves clomping)

- Well there goes your horse, mate.

- Oh come, come back, you wench! Come back!

- Besides, even if you had a horse,

that wound or yours, it'd have all kinds of creatures

lurking up on us.

And I've fought enough vultures for one day,

don't you think?

(Vin crying)

- Wait. Take McCarthy's.

- McCarthy's?

Go around the back and grab that horse.

Go on Mr. Murphey.

You don't really wanna be dragging

behind my horse again, do ya?

- Help. (crying)

You bastard, I'll find you.

You bastard, I swear on my life,

I'm gonna cut off your fucking head

and use it as target practice.

- With what gun hand there, Happy Jack?

- That's right, you joke about it,

but I'll be the one that gets the last laugh.

- How are you feelin', hm?

Because the way I see it, you have maybe an hour or two

before you slowly start losing consciousness.

And out here when that happens,

not much a man can do after that.

Now you go into Jerry's,

and you ask him if you can use his stove.

- His stove?

- That's right.

And you burn enough coal to get it red hot.

Has to be red hot.

- Bloody hell, that's not gonna help me.

- Well it just might save your life, mate.

I mean you were whimpering something about being scared

of dying, weren't you?

(Vin crying)

- Jerry!

(Vin whimpering)

Jerry!

Jerry!

(haunting Western music)

Jerry!

Jerry!

(birds chirping)

- Mr. Murphey.

Goddammit.

(Dalton coughs)

Mr. Murphey.

You know, you are quite possibly the worst murderer

I've ever transported.

And by that I mean, you bore me.

(slow somber music)

(Leon grunts)

Drink.

(Leon breathing heavily)

(Leon sighs)

- Is this a commercial route, Captain, traveling route?

- No.

(gun cocks)

- Why would you not take a commercial route?

- Because Mr. Murphey,

since I just killed two men who were after you,

I wanted to be a little cautious.

- Cautious?

Doesn't her majesty's have checkpoints

on the commercial routes?

- They do, just not this time of year.

You know how it is, no water, no army.

Come on.

It's too dry.

- [Leon] Where are we now?

- [Dalton] In the northern parts of Bremer Canyon.

About a half day's ride.

- [Leon] Bushrangers.

- [Dalton] Yeah, was an attack.

On who, I can't say, there are no bodies.

I spotted no birds on the way in.

- Doesn't look more than a couple of days old.

What are we waiting for, Captain?

- You always seem to be in such a hurry, Mr. Murphey.

Here.

Water the horses.

Tell me, Mr. Murphy, since you're so set on dying,

why haven't you taken care of it yourself?

- It's not dying that concerns me.

It's how I die that's important.

- You know what, Mr. Murphey, I've seen 'em all,

gunslingers, bushrangers, murderers, and thieves.

And you know the one thing they all have in common?

- [Leon] What's that?

- The end of the day, when the noose is tied

and displayed before their eyes,

they all turn into what we all once were, whimpering babies.

And you, Mr. Murphy, will be no different.

- You may well be right.

But it's dying in the hands of the law will be my salvation.

- (scoffs) Salvation?

Spare me the God delusions, Mr. Murphey.

Sooner or later, you'll realize what's gonna happen to you.

And when that happens, you will plead, and you will cry,

and you'll get down on your knees begging me to let you go.

You think dying publicly will change people's minds

about you, that they'll forgive what you've done.

They'll hate you even more.

And they'll despise you until the day your name

is never mentioned again.

- Captain.

(somber music)

Don't.

Do you know what those spears can do to a man?

- I do. I'm betting he won't beat my bullet.

- It's not that I'm worried about.

(Coen vocalizing)

- This is starting to make me nervous, Mr. Murphey.

(Coen yells in foreign language)

(Leon speaking foreign language)

Why isn't he saying something?

- Maybe he doesn't speak Wajarri.

- Why not?

Many languages can there be?

- I don't know, hundreds maybe.

- Hundreds.

Well, that's just great.

Well get ready, Mr. Murphey,

'cause I'm about to start shooting.

- No!

(Leon breathing heavily)

(Coen speaking foreign language)

- What'd he say?

- [Leon] He wants us to join him.

- Join him?

I don't think that's such a good idea, Mr. Murphey.

- But from where we are standing,

I think it's the only idea.

(fire crackling)

- I don't suppose you're planning a getaway, Mr. Murphey.

- We are speaking of the past, the present, and the future.

- [Dalton] And what might that mean?

- To navigate vast distances over these lands,

by mind or by foot, that's what moments like these are for.

To exchange memories, and knowledge of the land.

- [Dalton] What do you suppose he wants with us?

- Nothing.

- Seems an odd way to invite someone over for tea.

- [Leon] What do you mean, Captain?

- The Canyon.

The scene of human remnants we just encountered.

I have a feeling they might have something to do with that.

- That wasn't them.

They found four bodies, and buried them not far from here.

- [Dalton] And you expect me to believe that?

- Believe what you wish, Captain.

These fellows are not our captors.

We're free to leave whenever we want.

- Well I get the distinct feeling our friend here

wants my head.

- No, he's ashamed to host a guest bound by his hands,

prisoner or not.

- Well ashamed or not, those binds stay,

and you can tell him that.

- He's not out for trouble like you think, Captain.

These people want only to preserve these lands.

Even if that means having to pick dead white folk

off the canyon floor, or driving two more out.

- [Dalton] By threatening to kill us?

- In their lore they are responsible for this land.

For anyone who passes through it.

- We all believe in different ways, Mr. Murphey.

- And what do you believe in, Captain?

Authority?

Fear?

To put these people out like they were nothing?

- No, no, no.

I've never been one to take offense to a man's skin,

but I do believe we all must face the consequences

of our actions.

- Consequences?

(scoffs) We have long ago forgotten

the true meaning of that word.

- [Dalton] Well, I haven't.

- Tell me, Captain, is there a consequence

for killing innocent human beings?

Driving them from their lands, enslaving them,

destroying their lives and their way of life.

Where is the consequence for that?

- Well you just remember what side of the fence

you sit on, Mr. Murphey.

And don't you preach to me about consequences.

- What about a child?

What side of the fence would that fall on?

- What child?

- It was a boy I once knew.

A boy whose family saved me when I was lost.

He couldn't have been more than nine years old

when he was strung up, beaten, and dismembered.

And the savages who did that weren't even prosecuted,

because they were white.

That was a law I once upheld.

The same law I once valued.

Captain,

do you think a moral man can maintain his conscience

in an immoral world?

- That I don't know, Mr. Murphey.

But one thing I do know, is that the law must be upheld.

'Cause if it's not, the only judge in this godforsaken land

will be the gun on our hips.

And that Mr. Murphey, is a dissent into madness.

(haunting Western music)

It's time we got going.

(haunting Western music)

(birds singing) (slow solemn music)

(Leon speaking foreign language)

(slow solemn music)

(Coen speaking foreign language)

(slow solemn music)

(tense suspenseful music)

(horse whinnying)

(bold adventurous music)

(slow solemn music)

(horse whinnying)

(birds chirping)

(rain splattering)

(thunder clapping)

(wind whipping)

(thunder clapping)

(slow tense music) (thunder rumbling)

(music builds in intensity)

(Dalton yelling)

(Dalton grunting)

(Big crying out)

(Big grunting)

(gunshot pops)

(Dalton grunting)

(tense drumming music)

(gunshot pops)

Ah, you seem to have made some enemies, Mr. Murphey.

- There's three more.

- [Dalton] What?

- I'll go right.

(thunder clapping)

(gunshot pops) (Dalton grunting)

(both grunting and groaning)

(Dalton grunting and groaning)

(man grunting and groaning)

(thunder clapping)

(gunshot pops)

(rain splattering)

(gunshot pops)

(Ellis laughing)

- How did you find me?

I'll give you one chance.

- One chance, eh?

I bet you need me more than I need you.

- You bet wrong. How did you find me?

- Just like that, eh?

Well, all right, let's see, the story begins

by a little house by a creek that shines candlelight

a little too bright one night.

So, me and some friends of mine knocked on the front door,

only to find nobody home, but two lovely young ladies.

- You're lying.

- (laughs) Why I'm just getting to the good stuff.

As she opened the door, your wife walks out.

(Ellis groans)

(Ellis laughs)

- Drop it, Mr. Murphey.

- I'm afraid I can't do that.

- Well I'm afraid you must.

This man is a murderer and comes under my jurisdiction.

He shall be dealt with accordingly.

- Yeah, dealt with accordingly.

- You shut up.

(gunshot blasts) (Ellis crying)

I said, shut up.

- Just lower it.

- Ah.

But I didn't get to finish my story.

(Leon grunts)

(birds chirping)

(Ellis yelling)

- I believe you had a story to tell.

- Jesus Christ, will you let me down, I'm dying.

- [Dalton] See what I mean, Mr. Murphey?

We have a whimpering baby.

- It's you, is this your meaning of treating me accordingly?

- Well, let's just say it's been a tough night

for everybody, hasn't it?

(Ellis yelling)

- Now, how did you find me?

- Oh-ho, oh, wait till Maitland finds out about this.

You're gonna be dog meat.

Ow! Oh, dog meat. (screaming)

Oh my, arrest him. Arrest this man.

- This man saved my life.

The least I could do is let him poke you a little.

(Ellis breathing heavily)

(Ellis screaming)

- I'm gonna have you reported.

- Reported?

(laughs) You do understand, mister,

that it's a crime to assault, or attempt to murder,

a captain of her majesty's army.

So if you're gonna report me,

let me give you something that's worth reporting.

(gunshot blasts)

(Ellis screaming)

Now the next one'll go through your arm.

And if you don't talk, I'll blow your limbs off one by one.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Yes, what?

- And we found your house.

- And what did you do with my wife and daughter?

- Your wife's dead.

But it was an accident, it was an accident, I swear.

- And my daughter?

- (chuckles) Your daughter's with Maitland.

We threw her in with the others.

(Ellis laughing)

- Where do you think you're going?

You're still under my jurisdiction, Mr. Murphey.

- I don't believe I'll be needing

your help anymore, Captain.

- And what might you mean by that?

- The only reason I'm here

is because I let her majesty's take me.

- Don't you play me for a fool, Mr. Murphey.

- Oh, you think it was a capture?

The capture of the great Barberblade Murphey.

Well Captain, you're as smart as you look.

- Well, at least I didn't leave my family in the mud.

You're no exception.

You're not the only one who's lost your family.

You take another step and I'll shoot you myself.

- Are you sure captain?

You may think you're quick, but from what I saw,

you're about as good in combat as that old horse of yours.

So if your intention is to stop me,

you better make sure you shoot straight.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Shoot him, shoot him. Shoot him, man, shoot him!

- Shut up!

- Have you ever thought about shootin' for us, Captain?

We pay better.

If you don't shut up, I'll put a bullet in your mouth.

(Leon grunts)

- Now I suppose you know where this Maitland lives.

(tense somber music)

- This is where I keep the rats.

- (laughing) I thought you're actually going to show me

some real rats.

(both laugh)

- No, no, no.

Anyway, the one I let you have last month, how's she doing?

- Oh, sadly, she didn't meet my every expectation.

(man laughing) - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, this filthy savage is just about ready

to be put to work.

We're just teaching 'em a few manners.

(man laughing)

- You're a generous man, Maitland.

- Ah.

- Oh, oh what about her?

- No, she's a special rat.

(both laughing)

Come on, let's not dwell on vermin.

I shouldn't be tempting you, should I?

- Oh but Maitland, you can tempt me with anything

that is at your disposal, I believe.

You should tempt me all you want.

My wife, oh-ho-ho.

- Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

Thank you for all being here.

Now, I'm sure you're all very hungry,

but just a few words before we eat.

It's been some time since we first settled here.

We have shared this land, not only as businessmen,

and women, but as friends.

We have accomplished what we have by supporting one another

and standing up for what we believe in and cherish.

But let us not forget that it is with the guidance

of the Lord, that our seed will survive-

- Yes. - Yes.

- And the savages will be annihilated.

- That is right. - Yes.

- That's right.

- Let them live in fear and let us live long

and prosperous lives.

To the good men and women of this land.

- Yes. - Yeah, all right.

- Who said you could watch, huh?

- Please, sir.

- Shut up, you bloody bastard.

(attacker grunting)

(Billy gagging and whimpering)

- Come on, Maitland wants the O'Connells'

horses looked after.

- Now?

- Now.

(Billy whimpering)

(foot thuds)

- I'll be back for you later.

(Billy groaning lightly)

- [Lillian] You all right?

- Now, I sincerely meant what I said out there.

Just look around you.

All of this, it's ours, and I would gladly take a bullet

for any of you, if that is what it took to preserve it.

Let's feast.

(lively music)

- Here's your father's favorite.

(lively music)

(birds tweeting)

(Dalton groaning)

(birds chirping)

- Dammit.

(slow haunting music)

(haunting Western music)

(Ellis coughing)

(adventurous music)

- Yeah, you bastard, you. - No!

(Ellis groaning)

- Sorry, mister. I need this more than you do.

(Ellis groaning)

- You goddamn bastard.

You goddam bastard. (coughing)

Bloody hell, that really hurt.

- Didn't feel a thing, Mister.

(slow somber music)

- Bastard!

- Let's see where she is now.

There. There's that child little scum.

Mate, who's there?

Ellis. Didn't know it was you.

Where's Big and the rest?

- Uh, they're a little uh, tied up, with her majesty's

at the moment.

- [Man At House] Then who is this?

Should we put him in with the other one?

- No, no, no, no. No, no, no, I can do that.

- Come on Ellis, let us take him.

- Take me where, exactly?

- What'd you say?

Are you taking him for a fool?

He'll whip you like a dog.

Maitland will enjoy this one.

- This Maitland's farm?

- Yeah. I'd be scared if I were you.

- [Leon] Well, that's all I needed to know.

- And why's that, huh?

- 'Cause now I know I'm in the right place.

(men laughing)

(tense music)

(gunshots popping)

(Ellis crying out)

- Ah, Jesus man, those fellows didn't mean no harm.

(Ellis grunts)

- How many in the house?

- [Ellis] I don't know.

- How many?

(Ellis groaning)

- 10, 10, it's the O'Connells,

and they're here to celebrate.

- Celebrate what?

- I don't know. I'm treated like a dog around here.

(Ellis groaning)

Oh, is that really necessary?

- Shut up.

Don't move.

- Yeah, get up, don't move.

You know how this would be a lot easier, mate,

if you didn't shoot me in both me legs, eh?

- Move.

- All right, yeah, here we go.

And we're off. We're at a crackin' pace.

I believe by that time you'll be dog meat, eh, dog meat.

Ah, when that dog is ripping your throat,

boy, I'm gonna laugh.

- Shut up.

- I'm gonna laugh.

Did I ever tell you the story about when I met your wife?

We had a good time.

And so did me and your daughter.

- Shut your mouth.

- [Lillian] Papa!

- Lillian?

Don't move.

- [Lillian] Papa?

- [Leon] Lillian?

- Papa, over here.

- Lillian. (breathing heavily)

Are you all right?

Are you hurt? - I'm fine.

Mother, mother.

- I know. I know.

It's okay.

(chains rattling)

Oh darling, oh.

It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

Okay, okay, I need you to stay strong, okay?

Now head towards the tree line, and you hide.

- No, no! Don't you leave me again!

- Lillian, I have to. They won't stop otherwise.

- You said that before.

- I know darling, I know.

It's the only way.

- What about him?

- All right, good. Take him, now.

- [Lillian] Take my hand.

It's all right.

- Remember what I told you.

Head towards the tree line and hide.

If you see something, or I don't come out,

you stay with the boy, you run, and you run fast.

- [Lillian] No, please.

- Lillian, do as I ask. It's the only way.

Stay strong, okay?

You look after her, okay?

- [Billy] I will, sir.

- Go.

(tense somber music) (Leon breathing heavily)

- (chuckles) I knew you'd be here sooner or later.

- Sir, I was-

- Not you, you filthy scum.

Him.

The folk hero, the Aborigine-lover.

The man who will kill according to his beliefs

about what is right or wrong.

(laughs) Mr. Murphey, here in my den, what an honor.

Would you like a drink Mr. Murphey?

- No, I don't think I would.

- Oh, I see, straight down to business. I like that.

It avoids all the, shall we say, emotion?

So what is it you want?

- Justice.

- (laughing) I can see that riding with her majesty

has given you somewhat of an attitude.

But I'm afraid, Mr. Murphey, you are in no position

to make demands.

Go ahead.

(gunshot blasts)

(laughing) On Jesus, man.

I can see you obviously mean business.

A fearless man if I ever saw one, now I admire that.

Here's to you, sir.

And to your daughter, who I presume is running free.

But don't worry, she'll be caught and become a woman

sooner than you think.

(laughs) Yes, you didn't plan this through,

did you, Mr. Murphey?

- You're coming with me.

- No, I don't think so.

Ah, come on, you'd ruin my evening. (laughing)

Now just let me say this.

- Stop! I don't wanna hear you talk.

- You will hear me talk.

You come into my house all high and mighty.

Do you know who I am?

- Yes, I know who you are.

- No, you know what I represent.

Authority, pure and simple.

- Your authority is based on violence and fear.

- Exactly right, Mr. Murphey, exactly right.

And justified by a desire to do good.

Unlike your violence and fear,

which is driven by revenge and retribution.

Oh but, come on, we're not dissimilar.

Huh? It's a means to an end.

However, I can do whatever I please,

because mine is sanctioned by the good Lord above.

And right now the Lord says 100 pounds for his head,

and 200 for the head of his filthy rot of a daughter.

- Ah-ha!

(gunshots blasting)

- You damn bastard, you ruined my dinner party.

(Mrs. M yelling)

(gunshot blasts)

- No! Ma!

Sheila!

(gunshots blasting)

(gun clicking)

(gunshots blasting)

Kill the bastard.

(gunshots blasting)

You think you can come into my house and judge me?

You're nothing but a piece of shit in the dirt, my dirt.

(gunshots blast)

- Ah!

- Mr. Murphey, before I kill you, contemplate this.

That bitch of a daughter of yours

will die a much slower, more painful death.

(gunshot pops)

(Maitland cries out)

Her majesty!

- [Soldier] Fall.

(gunshots blasting)

- Come to me, lads.

Take aim, fire at will.

(gunshots blasting)

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- You know, you're not so good

at covering your tracks, Mr. Murphey.

- What took you so long?

My daughter, she's over there by the tree line

with another child.

Make sure you men can get to her.

- Corporal, come here.

There's children in the tree line over there.

You go there and guard them.

(Leon groans)

- Maitland, he's running.

- No, let's get the horses.

(slow somber music)

- All right, Captain, arrest me.

Enough games for one night.

Arrest me.

- You were right, Mr. Murphey,

a moral man cannot maintain his conscience

in an immoral world.

(gunshots blast)

(haunting Western music)

- Ah, sir.

Captain Dalton, now this situation to my understanding,

is somewhat of a mess.

- Maitland's dead, sir.

- I damn well know that, Captain.

And I know he's lying in the dirt over there.

If you wanted to run with gunslingers, Captain,

you should've picked the other side.

Now, you promised me the wanted man, Leon Murphey,

would be here.

But instead, you lead me and my men into some,

some personal battle where you can shoot Maitland.

- Lieutenant.

- Major.

- Major, it was I who shot him.

- And you are who?

- Former soldier of her majesty's army.

- A military man.

You wear no banner of her majesty.

- Because I am his prisoner, Major.

He was pursuing me after I escaped, which led to here.

- You ran onto Maitland?

- No.

He held my daughter captive.

I am Leon Murphey, formerly Private Murphey

of the 23rd brigade of her majesty's army.

I am a convicted murderer and expected to be hanged today.

Captain Dalton was my escort.

He made no mistake. Here I am.

- (sighs) I knew he'd be here.

Captain Dalton, this man is guilty, shall be hanged.

- Yes, sir.

- Place him in line with the rest.

He shall hang tomorrow at dawn with the others.

- But sir-

- But nothing, Captain.

The law is the law.

Murderers must hang, and order must be restored.

- What about my daughter?

- She'll we consigned to an orphanage.

Arrest this man. Take him to be hanged.

- Yes, sir. Attachment.

- What're you doing?

- I can't take anymore chances.

Maitland is not the first and he won't be the last.

- (sighs) Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Murphey.

- You have nothing to be sorry about,

you did what you had to.

- If it's of any consolation,

I'll make sure she's taken care of.

She'll come to no harm.

(Leon grimaces)

Mr. Murphey.

Why didn't you tell me you were in her majesty's?

- Would it have mattered?

- [Soldier] Attachment, fall in.

(slow somber music)

- Oh, and Captain, it is possible to maintain a conscience

in an immoral world.

And it's damn easy to die in one.

To keep on living, that's the hard part.

(bold uplifting orchestral music)

(adventurous Western music)

(gentle orchestral music)

(melancholic Western music)

(adventurous Western music)