All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E11 - The Photographer

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end
of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on,
head 'em up, Rawhide ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

Boss, they're getting blacker.

Look, you know it wasn't my idea
to let him come along.

Oh, sure, I know.

All right, go ahead and say it,
I let him come along though.

You let him come along though.

Trouble.

Nothing but trouble
since the first day out with him.

Yeah, he says he just happens
to be where things happen all the time.

Did he tell you about the time he was
in Alaska with them Russian fellows,

got attacked
by all them big white bears?

No, but nothing about him
would surprise me.

If I just knew what he was gonna do
from one minute to the--

--next.

Oh, beautiful. Beautiful.

FAVOR:
Mr. Dickson, what is going on?

"Band of Rustlers
Driven Off By Valiant Trail Men."

Just reenacted
that skirmish of last week.

Mr. Yates, help me with the plates.

Mr. Jenks, Mr. Wilson, if you please,
lean back over here.

Lay back over the rock. That's it.

You're dead! You're dead!

Mr. Jenks, here, please.

Now, you point your gun right here
at Mr. Favor, who will be right--

If you please, Mr. Favor. Right here.

Now, down. Now, you see,
you've just killed Wilson.

He's pointing his gun at you,

and you're in the process
of turning around to return his fire.

FAVOR: Mr. Dickson--
- Oh, scowl! Scowl!

Scowl just like that! The desperados
have jumped the herd at sunup.

Maybe you're even wounded.
Ooh, that's good.

Wishbone, that'll be good.
You're wounded.

Mr. Dickson, when I agreed
to take you on,

I did not agree to this.

What in the world is that?

Just flour gravy, that's all.

Mr. Dickson says it looks
like real blood in the picture.

Maybe he could be choking me
and he could use me like a shield.

Mushy, please, thank you very much.
No, thank you.

Oh, yeah, this is splendid.

I beg your pardon.

Now, here we go.

But, Mr. Dickson...

Mushy, will you get out of the picture?

Are you ready, Mr. Favor?

Oh, I'm ready.

I'm ready to choke somebody.

- Rowdy!
- No! No, crouch down.

Make yourself as small a target
as possible.

You see, he's got his gun sights on you.

Mr. Dickson, of course you realize
this is a pretty silly situation

for the picture of a trail boss.

He is supposed to take care of the herd
some of the time, you know?

Mr. Favor,
this is just a representative picture.

I've got to take a little poetic license
in order to get a true picture.

Now please-- Oh, here. Here, your gun.
You're shooting your gun at him.

Now, angry. I want--

I want you very angry.
He's got his gun sights on you.

[GRUNTS]

No! No!

No, look at him. He's trying to kill you.

FAVOR:
All right! All right!

DICKSON:
Oh, that's good.

All right, everybody ready now.

Everybody ready.

There you are.

Thank you. Thank you.

Easy now. Everybody ready.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Splendid.

Splendid.

Boy, you sure looked dramatic. Heh-heh.

All right, all right.

"Fearless Trail Boss
Fights Off Overwhelming Odds."

That's likely what he'll call it,
don't you think?

[ROWDY CLEARS THROAT]

QUINCE:
What I'd like to see is where Mushy

stumps him over the head with that...

[ALL LAUGHING]

FAVOR: Quince!
QUINCE: Yes, sir.

Just who is out with the herd?

Oh, well, we were sort of--
I was just, uh...

I can take it then that every man jack
of the outfit has been here on his back.

Well, the herd's in good feed
just over that slope.

Oh.

You know, their grass is knee-high,
they're not moving a hoof.

And, uh, we were just getting ready
to leave. Wilson, Jenks.

You know, there are times
when I really don't think you are for real.

Leaving the herd alone like that?

Now, you knew I'd have to ask you to draw
your pay for a dumb trick like that.

After all the time we have spent
on the trail together,

you would think that you would have grown
a little brain by now.

Mr. Favor, I promised the boys
I'd take full responsibility.

All right, all right. Rowdy, get some
of these simpletons out on night watch.

Quince didn't wanna come back to camp,
I made him.

I wanna get the crowd. Make enough men
to make it look good, you know.

We'd have waited for you,
but the light was going so fast.

All right. I said, all right, didn't I?

Wishbone, are we ever gonna get
any supper tonight?

Mr. Favor, wouldn't it have looked better

if you'd been choking me
while shooting Jenks?

Mushy, you heard what he said.
Now, get the fire started.

No?

FAVOR:
Mm. Mm.

DICKSON:
What we call developing

is almost as important
as taking the picture.

You take one of my glass plates,
dip it in a mixture of acetic acid,

sodium sulfite and collodion.

You keep it submerged
for just the right amount of time,

pull it out carefully,

and you've got yourself whatever it is
you aimed your camera at.

The number 22... Eh?

WISHBONE:
Ah.

That does it.

Uh, Mushy, the fire is almost out,

and Mr. Favor's screaming for the coffee.

Wait a minute, Mr. Rowdy.

Right now, Mushy.

Now, Wishbone, if, uh, you'll kindly fix
a little breakfast maybe, huh?

Mr. Dickson, did you ever get a picture
of bellyaching?

That's all I ever get around here.

Bellyache if you do
and bellyache if you don't.

Breakfast, quick, please.

Ah, must be a lot of trouble
hauling all this gear around, huh?

Tell me, Mr. Dickson, uh,

have you taken any pictures
of famous people?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I mean, like this fella Mathew Brady
used to do during the war.

Yeah, like Mat Brady, or "assistant,”
I think you'll find the credits read.

Assistant? You don't mean the--?

I mean, he had a lot of help.

He had Tim O'Sullivan
and he had Levin Handy

and he had a fella named Taylor Dickson,
if you don't mind my being a little modest.

[CHUCKLES]

How'd it feel just being an assistant?

There's nothing wrong with that.

As long as you respect
the man you're assisting.

Mat Brady was a great man.

"Was," I keep saying "was,"
he's still working.

Guess I can't bear to think of him
in that studio back east,

taking poses of these elderly millionaires.

You know, heroic poses,
gazing off into the distance,

like Cortes or somebody,
looking at the Pacific.

Of course, his eyesight's almost gone.

I don't suppose he's got much choice.

But I got a choice.

I intend to do what he'd do.

To catch truth...

...80 you can taste it.

Well, I guess you know what you want.

Still, I don't see how you're gonna get it
chasing around a bunch of ugly cows.

You never know, Mr. Yates.

You never know.

I sure wish he'd get a picture
of how silly you look.

You want to do what, Mr. Dickson?

- If it's too much trouble--
- No, no, no.

You stay right there, please.
Please, don't move.

I'll be right back.

Rowdy!

Rowdy.

[FAVOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

He wants to do what?

That's right.

He wants to take some photographs
of an Indian medicine dance.

He says there's a small encampment
of Shoshones

over by Devil's Box Canyon.

Uh, someone sold him
the information in Laredo.

Heh. Yeah, but it's been ten days
since we were in Laredo.

- And even if they were there--
- I know, I know.

But if they're not there,
that's not our problem, is it?

Yeah, well, boss, I mean, you know...

I realize he's a pain, but after all,
sending him out there by himself...

That's the beauty of it.
We're not sending him.

- We're not?
- You're escorting him.

I'm--

Oh, no. Why me?

Because he asked for you personally
as a guide.

Look, I was there,
I was there right next to you,

right at your side
when you made that arrangement.

You know I can't go back on my word,
then.

Now, Mr. Hagen caught me flatfooted
right there in the office.

He said,
"Mr. Favor, do me a little favor."

That dumb laugh of his.

And then you said,
"Well, how can I refuse, Mr. Hagen?

I mean, after all, you own every pound
of beef on this drive."

- Yeah.
- Mr. Hagen looked you dead in the eye.

And he said, "Please take
this Eastern fella on the drive."

- Yeah.
- Well, he was talking to you, not me.

He meant for you to take care of him,
not me.

So go ahead,
you take him on to Devil's Box Canyon.

I'll take the herd.

If you don't wanna have
a sensible discussion,

if you want this to degenerate into a stupid
dumb argument, all right then.

From the trail boss
to his hired hand ramrod, this is an order.

You are taking him, and that's it.

Now, it should take you about three days
to get there and back.

We'll meet up with you
at, uh, Bear River Crossing.

Well, I hope the Shoshones are friendlies.

With him,
it wouldn't make much difference.

Oh, come on, now, look at it this way.

This is sort of a little vacation for you.

Yeah, you'll be getting out of this storm
and into the fresh air.

Oh, my gosh,
I'd almost like to go myself.

Yeah, almost.

Take a look at that one.

That's Major Rathbone and his fiancée.

Rathbone?

He and his fiancée were in the box
when Lincoln was shot.

He lunged at Booth,
got a knife in his side.

No kidding.

- Hey, what's this one?
- Downtown New York City.

Fulton Street and Broadway.

Yeah, look at all those tall buildings.

What's this one here
with the letters on the front?

- M-U-S...?
- Oh, museum.

P.T. Barnum's Museum.

You wouldn't believe
what they got inside there.

- Now, look at that one.
- Oh, boy.

Must be the Queen of England.

The Duchess of Kent.

Here's the duke.

He looks old enough
to be her grandfather.

He'd never consented
to be photographed before.

I got $100 for that picture.

You persuaded him?

The duchess persuaded him.

I persuaded the duchess.

Uh, looks like the clouds are clearing up.

Over there looks like a good place
to make camp.

Look, isn't that Devil's Box Canyon
up ahead there?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, come on,
we got plenty of time before dark.

Let's push on.

Mr. Dickson,
the Shoshones might be friendlies,

but I don't know how they'd take to it,
us coming up in the dark.

Mr. Yates, we got nothing to fear
from the Shoshones. Ha!

Whoa. Whoa.

I hope you didn't pay too much money
for that information

that the Shoshones are supposed
to be camped here.

What's that?

Ah, there's no game around here.

I'd venture to say
there isn't an Indian for 50 miles.

I'm not too sure of that.

What do you say we get out
and have a look around?

Come on.
You see, Mr. Dickson,

Indians don't like this country any better
than we do.

We seem to be the first ones here.

First what?

Oh, you don't understand,
we've got nothing to do with the law.

Now, please, if you'll just let me explain.

There ain't no explaining
gonna get you out of here, mister.

Cherokee Jack sent me.

He told me to give you this.

He told me all about
the Devil's Box Canyon here.

He told me about this dried-up mine.

And he said to tell you
that you could trust me.

He's lying.

Cherokee's dead.

But he didn't die in the robbery
like you thought. They hung him.

Four days later,
right after I got that picture.

He wanted me to give you
the picture.

He told me to tell you
to give his cut to his wife.

Uh, heh, he also said

to tell you that he'd have the devil
keep room for all of you boys. Heh.

Look, uh, I don't, uh,
have anything to do with this.

Uh, I was just supposed
to drop him off here.

My name is Taylor Dickson, gentlemen.

This is my assistant, Mr. Yates.

He's a little, uh... Heh.

But he's a good assistant.

You take the dummy, Clell.
I'll take care of this man.

Hold up there.

Uh, I assure you, Mr. Maddox,
you are Kale Maddox,

Jack told me
that you engineered the robbery.

I'm Maddox.

Of course, of course,
he told me all about all of you.

Clell Miller, Daws, Poet, Emmett, Jordan,
and Blackpowder Charley Pierce?

By the way he described him,
I know I'd recognize--

Charley, Charley's here, all right.

He just, uh--
He ain't moving around too good.

Oh. Oh, of course, of course.

I was so afraid I'd be late,
I wouldn't get here in time.

Jack told me that you'd probably ride
over half the territory to throw off the law.

And then you'd come here for the split,
and to stay out of sight for a little while.

Look, uh, what do I have to do
to get you men to listen to me?

See, I don't know anything about this.
I'm a cattleman,

drover, Rowdy Yates is the name.

I don't know anything about any robberies
or hideouts, or stuff like that.

I'm just supposed to drop this man off
here as a favor to Mr. Favor.

You see, Mr. Favor was doing this
as a favor to Mr. Hagen,

who is the owner of the herd...

He'd have written to you, you know.

But you all know that Jack couldn't write.

Oh, when he learned
he was going to hang,

there was just nobody he could turn,
nobody he could trust.

He trusted me.

What was you in jail for?

Robbery, stagecoach attempt.

No!

We were not in jail at all.

As I was saying,

I came here for the same reason
I went to see Cherokee Jack.

I intend to take pictures of you all.

[GUNS COCKING]

You don't understand.

No, I wanna do this
for history and posterity.

Gentlemen, you owe it to yourselves.

Cherokee Jack told me
all about his valiant comrades.

That robbery, that should be remembered
for a hundred years.

But will it?

I doubt it. Why?

May I have your attention?
Just a minute here.

I have some posters of the robbery.

All the latest details, the rewards,
the descriptions, all this kind of thing.

Here you are. The sketches.

Now, I ask you,

can anyone identify any one of you men
from these ridiculous drawings?

That's why I'm here.

I wanna tell the world about you all.

Clell Miller.

I was surprised
when Jack told me you were in on this.

You're supposed to be up north
with the James boys.

Daws, everybody knows that you load
your cartridges with dynamite,

but I wanna know why. Why?

Willie Bob Jordan, the Apache Nation
has posted a reward for your scalp.

How many of your tribe did you kill?

Emmett, Emmett?

Emmett who? Emmett what?

Nobody knows your last name
or anything about you,

except a posse of eight

who went after you in Oklahoma,
never came back.

Poet Dan Benson,

who quotes the titans of literature
as he shoots down his victims.

My words bring the light.

I send them on to glory
before the grace leaves them.

You see.

And Kale Maddox,

probably the most daring outlaw leader
in the annals of the Great West.

But who knows it?

It's Wild Bill Hickok that gets his name
in the 10-cent story books.

- Hickok?
- Hickok.

And Jesse James and Billy the Kid.

Clell Miller, you tell them why.

Have you ever known Jesse James
to be shy

about getting his name or picture
in the newspapers?

- Well--
- No! Nor Wyatt Earp, nor Bat Masterson.

They're the ones that'll be remembered.
Not Emmett. Not Jordan.

I chased Masterson out of Ellsworth,
he was dealing seconds in a poker game.

Wes Hardin,

Bill Longley, ho, they say that they've killed
over 30 men apiece. Ho-ho!

But they're the heroes of Texas.

I reckon I've got eight,
not counting drifters.

These are vain considerations.

It was Mr. Shakespeare's Falstaff
who cried:

I prithee trouble me no more with vanity.

Surely God will not hear vanity.

Job 35:13.

I've helped many souls into his kingdom.

Ten.

Maybe 12, I'd allow.

Oh?

Well, uh, here is where I must work.

Here among the real men of the West.

Gentlemen, please.

If you'll only allow me
to record your pictures

and the annals
of your unparalleled deeds.

Whatever happens to my assistant
and myself afterwards is of no importance.

Well, uh,

seeing as how Cherokee Jack sent you,
I, uh-- I guess, uh--

That was a fine portrait of old Jack, Kale.

Oh, thank you, Emmett.

It don't matter none to me, Kale.

Like as not, they won't do no hurt.

All right.

If there ain't nobody against it--

Gentlemen, you'll never regret this.
You'll never-- Ooh.

Get the equipment-- Uh...

Mr. Yates, get the equipment ready.
Right away, quick, please.

Uh, could we all step outside?
It's like night in here, gentlemen.

Hurry, hurry, Mr. Yates.
Outside if you please, right now.

We're gonna get some wonderful pictures.
We'll make some history.

POET:
Kale.

Put thine own house in order first.

Well, hurry it up, Mr. Yates.
We've got an hour of light.

What do you mean, what happens to you
and your assistant doesn't matter?

- Get the equipment out quickly.
- I ain't your assistant, not by any long shot.

Mr. Yates, if you're not my assistant,

perhaps you'd like to explain to these
gentlemen just who you really are.

Ah, there, gentlemen,
just in time for an excellent group.

- Right there, if you please.
- No, just leave that stuff be.

We got more important things
to tend to tonight.

More important. Oh, the money?

Yes, of course.
The split, dividing up the money.

Oh, I'll get a lot of pictures of that.

We said not tonight, Dickson.

Why don't you get bedded down?
There'll be time enough in the morning.

Yeah, that's a good idea.
If it's all right, we'll just take the wagon.

No, we'll take care of the wagon.

You two get bedded down
right up there

So we can keep an eye on you.

Jordan, take their wagon,
hide it with the horses.

- You two just take what you need.
- Take what we need?

We need the whole wagon.
Now, men--

We'll take care of them pictures of yours
in the morning.

But, Mr. Maddox--

Clell.

You see to it they take
only what they need.

Stay with them for now.

Yeah, after the split.

[DAWS CLEARS THROAT]

I'll watch your share, Clell.

Dickson, do you realize
what you got us into?

I should hope so. The greatest situation
a man could ever dream of,

- with the pictures I'll get.
- Pictures?

Don't you realize we'll never get
the pictures out of this hole?

Oh, nonsense.

The same vanity that asks
the pictures to be taken,

will demand that I circulate them
in the outside world.

You know, you've been too long
with the cows.

You're a bright young man,

you just don't understand people.

Maybe so, but even if you're right,

you think they're gonna want me
on the outside circulating around,

knowing about this place?

Mr. Yates, I can't clutter my mind
with incidentals now.

Incidentals?

No accidents, you understand?

No stories about your gun falling on a rock
and going off and killing somebody.

No accidents.

I don't do accidents.

DICKSON:
I wish you wouldn't be so glum.

If you knew what this opportunity
means to me...

All I see is an opportunity
to get killed quick.

Oh...

You still don't think that, do you?

Well, I admit things looked
a little delicate there for a minute,

but it's fine now.

They're being more cooperative
than Mr. Favor.

How could anybody be more cooperative
than Mr. Favor?

Anyway, they got more important things
to think about.

Like splitting up that money,
then they'll take care of us.

Oh, nonsense.

[IN HUSHED VOICE]
I'll have my pictures,

and we'll be out of here on our way back
to the herd by noon tomorrow.

Dickson, I'm not gonna argue with you.

But I'm gonna get out of here by dawn.
That's our only chance.

What?

If we can get two horses...

Mr. Yates...

...I came here
to get pictures of these men.

I intend to get those pictures.

[SIGHS]

Don't!

Don't ever do it, you'll let the light in!
You'll ruin the plate!

CLELL: I'm sorry.
DICKSON: Oh...

CLELL:
I was just wondering what you was up to.

I'm up to my elbows
in silver nitrate solution.

That's what I'm up--
Oh, look at that.

CLELL: That's what you make
them photographs out of?

DICKSON:
Yes.

I seen them photographs
of President Lincoln.

- Who's the fella that made them?
DICKSON: I don't know.

What I mean is, he didn't have
no contraption in the president's office.

No, but he had some kind of contraption
nearby where he could, uh, you know...

You dip these, you see, in this solution,

um, and then you shake it off
and you let it dry a little bit. You put it--

Here, I'll show you.
Hold this up to the light. You can, uh--

Yes, just hold it in your hand,
you can see where the, uh-- Oh, uh...

You see, what happens,
you put the solution on it,

and you put it in the camera.

Now you look through. Look through.

Go right ahead. Look right on through.

Yes, I'll take the lens cap off,

and I'll let a certain amount of light
come through...

CLELL: Yeah.
DICKSON: You see now what happens?

Uh...

All the light comes through
and it sort of marks the plate and--

Oh, would you like to see the negative
of Cherokee Jack?

- I have it right here. Yes, your old friend.
- Yeah.

There you are.

You see?

- That's him, all right.
- Yes.

You was there, all right, wasn't you?

Big as life.

[GUNSHOTS]

Quick, Mr. Miller.
Uh, grab my lens, please.

- Lens?
- Right there, the big box.

- Right there, bring it along! Hurry!
- This?

Yeah, but what--?

[GUNSHOTS]

Hold it, boys. Hold your fire.

Hold it!

Well, let's get on
with the picture taking.

You get your machine set up there,
and we'll look proper for you.

Yeah.

Kale, there's something
you ought to know.

Get out of the way and let him work.

What do you mean,
there's something I ought to know?

Where's the other one?

Where's your assistant?

- Who?
- Where is he?

Uh... Oh, Mr. Yates.

Uh, yes, yes. Well, uh, he's--

ROWDY:
He's right here.

He's late as usual.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dickson,
I left the flash equipment up at the wagon.

Would you mind coming and giving me
a little help here?

It's very difficult to get a good assistant
nowadays.

Gentlemen, could you line up, please?
In a straight line.

Right out about here, if you will.

I'll take some of your individual pictures
later on.

That's... That's it.

Thank you very, very much.

Oh. Oh, that's--
That's gonna be very good.

Put the plate in, that's right, Mr. Yates.

And please don't be late again.

All right, all right, stand up straight now.

All right, now, here we go, here we go.
Take a deep breath now, all right.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Hold it!

Lovely, lovely.

ROWDY: Dickson.
- Is the water clear?

- Of course it's clear.
- Pour me a beaker, please.

ROWDY:
Look, I wanna talk to you.

- I want your attention, Dickson.
- Yeah, I'm listening.

You're listening?

The thing that hurts
is that there's no truth here at all.

Might as well have lined them up behind
those wooden cutouts at a carnival.

They don't look like themselves.
I don't know who they look like.

Dickson, look at me.

I'm listening to you.
Look here, look at Jordan.

He ran the Yellow Sky Kid
into Mexico.

You know what he looks like there?
A butler!

Listen, I'm gonna get me a gun,

and I'm gonna blow
both of your kneecaps off,

and then I'm gonna break
both of your arms,

and then I might even hurt you.

That's right.

Now, I wanna tell you something.

I don't like you,
and I don't like your lousy photographs.

I don't like the stink
of that smelly developing fluid.

And least of all,
I don't like these outlaws.

I was away from here,
free and clear as a bird,

but I came back. I heard a shot
and thought you were in trouble.

That was about
the biggest mistake of my life.

Because I thought I had a responsibility
for a human being in trouble.

Well, I'm leaving now. Understand?
And I ain't coming back.

Mr. Yates, no.

If this bunch of wild men take you apart
piece by piece, well, that's just too bad.

From now on, you're on your own.

Where you going?

Oh, I was just going down
to get some water.

Takes a lot of water
to develop pictures.

Most people seem to think
it's just a flash, an explosion.

Let me tell you something...

You done already told me
more than I wanna hear.

What were you gonna fetch
the water in?

- Sit down.
- Right.

DICKSON: Hi, Mr. Maddox.
Nice to have you up here.

Me and my assistant
were just talking about you.

Yeah, I don't wanna bother you none,

but, uh, I just got to thinking that, uh,
these pictures would be ready to look at--

Yes-- Oh, no, no. Oh! Oh!
Don't touch. Don't touch.

Mr. Dickson, don't you think I ought to
go down and get some more water

so you can develop the other pictures
you want to develop?

- Yes.
- Sit down.

Right.

Well, now,

them's real fine.

That one there of me and Blackpowder
Charley turned out real good.

I'll have to send one of them
to my sister.

She was always real sweet on Charley.

Oh...

That Poet's an ugly one, ain't he?

Lord have mercy, he's ugly.

Say, I'd sure appreciate
an extra copy of that one there

- when you make your prints.
DICKSON: Mm-hm.

I think I look real dignified in that,
don't you?

Yeah.

You look just like a Philadelphia lawyer.

My ma wanted me to be a lawyer.

Closest I ever come
was shooting a judge.

You know something, Dickson?

I like you.

So I reckon I'd better be getting you
out of here.

Tomorrow, me and Jordan
will ride a ways with you.

Oh, great, great.
We can be packed in a minute.

Sit down!

Right.

No, no, no, I can't go tomorrow.

I've got more pictures to take.

MADDOX:
You got fine pictures, ain't you?

Well, yeah. Yes, they're very good.

But I need more information
about you and your men.

No, no, no, there ain't no use
staying around--

DICKSON:
Your exploits.

I've got to make that name
of Kale Maddox mean something.

I wanna put you right up there
alongside the worst outlaws in the West.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I can give you all that tonight. Ahem.

Let's see, I got my start back in, uh--

That's fine. That's wonderful. Very good.

But I've got to know more
about your men.

You know, the mark of a great leader
is the caliber of the men he commands.

Yeah. Well, uh...

You see, it's, uh-- It's just Daws
and some of the boys, they...

They ain't too keen on me
letting you go at all.

So if you're gonna be underfoot
much longer, well, uh...

Mr. Maddox, you trust me.

I know I can trust you.
I only need about two more days.

I know you can handle those men.

Well, you go ahead on
and talk to the boys.

I'll keep them in line.

Thank you.

MADDOX:
Uh...

You really figure I'm gonna be up there?
With the worst?

With the very scum.

[SIGHS]

You say you never use
firearms of any kind?

Not that you'd need to,
the way you handle those knives.

I was a young'un,

12, I reckon,
when I stole my first thing.

It was a shotgun.

I used it to rob the general store.

Storekeeper went for a pistol
and I killed him.

The shotgun blew up in my face.

Left me with this.

I ain't never used a gun since.

How long you been
with Kale Maddox?

Nigh onto four years.

Why do you stay with him?

Because he's just about
the best there is.

Oh?

The best there is?

The best there is, huh?

Well, I reckon some would not allow
as how that was the strict truth of it.

You'd say Wes Hardin is faster?

Wes is fast,

but you wouldn't have to look that far.

What do you think, Clell?
How about Jesse?

Jesse's fast as a snake
and hits what he's aiming at.

But I ain't seen nobody faster
than Daws here.

Jordan says that you use dynamite
in your cartridges

just to scare the opposition.

Maybe Jordan better not try to find out.

Daws says it gives more hitting power.

Oh, Blackpowder Charley Pierce says
it just makes more noise.

Seems that he's killed more men
with his knives than Daws has with his--

He's a liar!

And I ain't even counting drifters.
Tell him, Poet!

Speak ye every man
the truth to his neighbor.

Zachariah 8:16.

Aside from your humble servant,

I know no man in this canyon
who can lay claim greater than our friend,

Richard Horatio Daws, Jr.

You can take the Poet's word for that.

Well, I naturally assumed
that Kale Maddox, being the leader--

Kale's the leader
as long as we say he is.

Well...

Mm-hm.

Well...

I guess that's enough now for today.

I wanna thank you very much,
gentlemen.

Oh, dear, dear.

Well, bye-bye.

You was off yonder all morning
with Kale and them others.

Yes. Well?

Appears as how you took most of your
picture-taking aimed at that bunch too.

Well, you know how Kale Maddox is,
he's always pushing himself forward.

DICKSON [SINGING]:
I'm lonesome since my monkey died

[DICKSON HUMMING]

Hi there, Mr. Yates.

Dickson, look, why don't we just take
the pictures we have and get out of here?

Have you seen Kale Maddox?

I haven't seen anybody since sunup.

I haven't moved from this one spot.

Last time I tried to do it,
that crazy Poet came along.

Book of rhymes in one hand
and a six-gun in the other.

Look, why can't we just take our pictures
at dawn, then get out of here?

- That's if they'll let us--
- And waste my last plates

on a bunch of posturing clowns?

If you run out there with a camera,

they'll run like rabbits
to climb into their costumes.

I intend to catch them as themselves.

Oh, that's wonderful.

You'll get real pictures
as they're shooting us down, right?

Not exactly, Mr. Yates. Ahem.

Good evening, Mr. Maddox.
Beautiful evening, isn't it?

You know, Mr. Maddox,
I've been thinking.

You remember, of course, the problems

Julius Caesar had
with certain of his lieutenants.

I recall one evening,
Brutus walking along the forum,

met several generals
discussing the crossing of the Rubicon...

Hey, wake up.

- Listen.
- Huh?

I don't hear anything.

That's just it. No target practice.

Yeah.
Every morning, according to Maddox.

You talked to him yesterday.

Did he mention anything
about letting us go today?

Get the equipment ready.

Equipment?
What are you talking about?

Maddox said we could go,
but Daws has got other ideas.

Come on, move.

Yesterday,
you didn't want me around.

You were stirring them up
against each other?

Yeah. I wanna see some anger
in their eyes.

A little glint of hate.

Mr. Yates, when they strike their poses,

I wanna see them as their victims
see them. Real pictures.

You're gonna be doing something
that means something.

Instead of pushing steers all your life just
so somebody can have steak for breakfast.

History's being made.
You're gonna be part of it.

I'm not so sure I wanna be.

I didn't hear any shooting--

We was to divvy up for Cherokee Jack
this morning.

Looks like Daws got his mind
set against it.

- Well, I, uh--
- You better get that machine

out of the way. There's apt to be tr--

I thought we'd get pictures
before we rode out this morning.

DAWS:
Better save that picture-taking, Dickson.

Me and the boys
got business to tend to.

I don't see no pokes.

Me and Jordan and Charley
done already got our thousand up.

We've been talking it over.

Me and Dan and Emmett and Clell.

There's four of us.

We got you out-voted.

We're not gonna pony up
for Jack's old woman.

Well, now,

looks like we got us a problem.

Dickson, I don't know
if this is a good idea, you know?

Shh, shh.

- Those faces, wonderful faces.
- Yeah.

Here we go. Here we go. That's it.

You backing this play, Poet?

A feast is made for laughter,
and wine maketh merry;

but money answereth all things.

MADDOX: You boys think
a thousand dollars is worth all this?

If you don't want no part of this, Jordan,
just step back.

You too, Charley.

You're sweating, Daws.

I reckon it just come to you.

You boys ain't likely to be around
to spend that extra thousand.

All right, gentlemen, here's the idea.

I'm gonna take a general view,
what I call my grand design.

Uh, after that, I'll move in
to individual poses, you understand?

Dickson, you better get out of the way.

You too, Yates.

Keep that going, picture-taker.

I reckon a picture of the man that gets
Kale Maddox ought to be worth something.

Oh, that's what's in your craw, ain't it?

Them fancy bullets of yours
ain't gonna do you no good

if you can't get them
out of your gun.

Oh, yes. Good, good, good.
This is history.

Come, Mr. Yates, to the task.
The plates, please.

Just any time you're ready now.

Ah, very good.

Dickson, uh...

- Quick. Quick.
- Dickson, please.

Jordan, take the Poet. Charley, Emmett.
I'll take care of what's left.

Gentlemen,
when I say, "Hold your positions,"

I want you to hold them now.

I want you to strike your pose
and hold it.

Oh, Mr. Maddox, that anger,
yes, that's wonderful. Wonderful.

Now, hold that. Strike your poses
and hold your positions!

Hold it. Hold it.
No, please, stop walking forward!

I've got-- I'm exposing the film.

I've got to have your cooperation--

It's happening!

[GRUNTS]

Mr. Yates!

Well, look at it this way, Dickson,
you got pictures of the gang,

maybe not the pictures you wanted,
but still--

[DICKSON SCOFFS]

Who'd believe that these
fancy dude pictures

were the deadliest killers
in the West?

Well, we're bringing back
part of the money they stole.

They'll find the rest when they look over
the cave. That ought to convince them.

Documented proof is what I need.

Pictures, that's--

Look.

- They're headed for the mine!
- Oh, maybe not.

Of course they are.

If Maddox and his gang knew
of this hideout, certainly others would!

That tall fella looked like a killer!

Two of them look like
Frank and Jesse James!

- You don't even have any slides left.
- I can arrange to meet them later!

- Turn the wagon around!
- Turn the wagon?

Yeah, yeah, quick. History's--

Ha!

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]