Original subtitles

[MAN SHOUTING]

[MAN ALERTING]

MAN: Watch out there!

MAN: Hello, hello!

[GROANS]

Either hurry up or let a man pass.

Partner, these people have come a long way too,

so I know you won't mind them going ahead.

Ma'am.

Watch your step, ma'am.

Excuse me.

I'm next.

Old people should go last or get the hell out of the way.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Quigley. We seem to be holding that man up.

No, ma'am.

I just spoke to him and he ain't in that big a hurry after all.

[SOLDIER SHOUTING]

Where are you from, mate?

Wyoming.

That near Sydney?

Bit further north.

Hey! I can tell you're a bloke who's looking for somebody.

No? Something?

I could use a good horse.

Oh! It's a gentleman from the land of the free and the home of the brave.

A drink, sir?

A place to rest your bones? A woman, perhaps?

[SCREAMING RAUCOUSLY]

[MEN LAUGHING]

[GROANS]

[GROANING]

MAN: Well, he's asking for bloody trouble.

I don't reckon the lady's all that anxious to get in your wagon, mister.

Roy? Oh, Roy, it's you!

[STUTTERS] I'm not Roy, lady.

Every time there's a ship from America

I come down here looking for you.

Thank God you've come for me!

I'm sorry, Roy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.

Does Crazy Cora belong to you?

Didn't say that. I said she don't wanna get in your wagon.

Well, the boss says we can take some white tarts back to the station,

'cause we're sick of black ladies.

So you just tell Cora to come quiet,

and we'll feed her regular and everything.

Please take me home, Roy.

[GASPS]

Bugger off, mate.

Excuse me.

I'm new here, so I ain't rightly certain.

Is everybody in this country as butt-ugly as you three?

[PEOPLE GASPING]

[MEN URGING ON]

Look out, Roy!

Sorry, Roy!

[GRUNTING]

You stay out of this!

I'm sorry, Roy.

My name ain't Roy. It's Matthew Quigley.

You?

And you're the fella Marston sent us to bring back.

CORA: We sure showed them, didn't we, Roy?

QUIGLEY: You got somethin' against ridin' horses in this country?

MAN: We ride 'em when it suits us.

Bullocks eat and drink rougher.

You can put your saddle on one of them, if you like.

[LAUGHING]

Riding in the back of the wagon with the women.

Should have known to bring my own horse.

[GIGGLES]

I wasn't talking to you!

Don't worry, Roy. Everything's gonna turn out just fine.

[BIRDS CALLING]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

What the hell are you doing?

I'm gonna bandage your head.

Oh, no, you're not.

Oh, but it must hurt real bad.

I wanna help it get better.

Quit!

You've helped me enough already.

I'm much obliged.

I don't know why you're being such a big baby about this, Roy.

Just... Hold still. [GROANS]

Quit!

Now who the hell is this Roy, anyway?

Hey! Do you need a hand with Crazy Cora?

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GRUNTING SOFTLY]

Here.

Thank you.

Now look, lady. I don't know no Roy, so you just leave me alone.

Go on.

[MUMBLING]

[GROANS]

CORA: Yoo-hoo.

Good night, Roy.

Good night, lady.

Way-hup. Way.

What the bloody hell is it?

Redcoats.

Mr. Ashley-Bloody-Pitt and his heroes.

Friends of yours?

They're British.

[COW MOOING]

MAJOR: Get that bloody thing away from my team!

COOGAN: Why are you taking the body back?

We've got orders to bring in all suspected cattle thieves.

The bugger's dead.

The trial will not be lengthy.

Carry on, Sergeant.

We're looking for two deserters.

MAN: Can't say I blame 'em.

Have you seen 'em?

No.

New distractions, eh? Who is this chap on the back here?

MAN: That's the Yank Marston's brought out.

Yank, eh?

Come to do for Marston what these bog-Irish convicts obviously can't.

Well, you just do your job and stay out of trouble.

In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits

who've been run out of their own barbaric country.

Well, Lieutenant...

Major!

Major,

we already run the misfits out of our country.

We sent 'em back to England.

[SNIGGERING]

[MAN URGING CATTLE]

CORA: What are they? Koala bears?

Kangaroos, I reckon.

Well, whatever they are, Roy, nature sure played an awful trick on 'em.

I am fed up with you.

And I am fed up with Roy, whoever he is.

My name is Matthew.

Well, pardon the hell outta me.

I can't believe you'd talk to me like that, Roy.

I oughta wash your mouth out with soap if I had some.

Lady, you are about a half a bubble off the plumb,

and that's for sure and for certain.

Just because the road is rocky

doesn't mean your spirits should get rocky too.

When do we get to Marston's ranch?

We've been on his bloody land for the last two days.

MAN: Hey!

[BIRD CALL]

CORA: Things seem different here.

They say God made Australia last, don't you know?

After he got tired of making everything else the same.

Well, I've seen some pretty country, that's for certain.

What are you doing so far from home?

There hasn't been anyone else but you.

You know that, don't you?

You can take me if you want to, Roy.

God Almighty, lady. Go to sleep.

[SIGHS SOFTLY]

[MEN URGING CATTLE]

[INDISTINCT]

Whoo-hoo!

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

MAN: Way-hup!

[SIGHING]

Wait till you see what we've got for you, O'Flynn.

Matthew Quigley.

Elliott Marston. Welcome to Australia.

Well, sir, your men already welcomed me.

Coogan, Mr. Quigley's luggage. Take it to the lodge.

Mr. Marston, you said

you'd pay me $50 in gold coin just for showing up.

You don't waste much time.

I spent three months on a boat just gettin' here.

You intrigued me, Mr. Quigley.

Twenty-one men answered my advertisement, from all over the world.

Canada, India, England.

They just wrote letters.

But you

had a way with words.

My advertisement simply stated

that I wanted to hire the finest long-distance marksman in the world.

Have I?

[MEN EXCLAIMING SOFTLY]

Legendary Sharp.

You know your weapons. It's a lever-action breach loader.

Usual barrel length's 30 inches. This one has an extra four.

It's converted to use a special .45-calibre, 110-grain metal cartridge

with a 540-grain paper-patched bullet.

It's fitted with double set triggers

and a vernier sight.

It's marked up to 1,200 yards.

This one shoots a mite further.

An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition.

You could call it that.

Let's experiment.

Whitey, take that bucket and ride out until I signal.

Tell me when you want him to stop.

Your man able to hit something that far away?

I don't know him. I never saw him before.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

He'd have to be a good shot all right.

About there'll do.

[GUNSHOT]

[MEN LAUGHING]

[SOFTLY] Bullshit.

MARSTON: Are you quite certain, Mr. Quigley,

that you wouldn't like the bucket a bit closer?

MAN: Yo, Jesus!

[MEN LAUGHING IN DISBELIEF]

Quite certain.

Told you. Only my Roy could hit a coyote from that distance.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Very impressive.

You're hired.

Would you excuse me for a minute?

There's some business I have to attend to.

You might find this interesting.

CORA: Nice shootin', Roy.

Mr. Marston?

I think there's been a mistake.

The one they call Crazy Cora.

[GROWLS]

I'd appreciate it if your men'd leave her alone

till you and I have a chance to talk.

Whatever you want.

You are deserters from Her Majesty's armed forces.

The penalty for your crime is death.

Plus, you were caught on my land.

I could have you shot for trespassing.

Look, you let us stay here, guvnor, we'll serve you proper.

Better than this convict scum you've got.

Unfortunately your commanding officer,

Major Ashley-Pitt and I have an understanding.

And so I'm afraid you'll be sent back to face the firing party.

But I see no reason why you should be trussed up like animals.

Mr. Dobkin.

This is my preferred weapon, Mr. Quigley.

Do join me for dinner.

Well, you gotta admit the Yank's a damn good shot with a long rifle.

Oh, sure. But, you know, you give me a weapon like that

and I could beat him with my eyes shut.

Easy to say, O'Flynn. You've got a lot to learn.

I've got a lot to learn?

Well, look at you, Dobkin.

Why, you've been here 12 years,

and all you've got to show for it is cold mutton.

He's even getting a fancy dinner.

Mmm.

You were actually in Dodge City?

William Hickok must have been there.

Oh, spent a night there once. I was pretty tired.

Dodge City's a nice place to get some sleep.

Are you familiar with the Army revolver, Mr. Quigley?

Well, sir, I never had much use for one.

It's a recent invention of your countryman Colonel Colt.

God created all men.

They say Sam Colt made 'em equal. More or less.

[CHUCKLES]

You see, that's what I like about you Americans.

You're people of action, not words.

That mint jelly on your lamb.

It's my own creation.

No, I'm a student of your American West.

I've read a great deal about it.

Tell me about dingoes.

£10 a month for shooting wild dogs

seems like a whole lot for not much.

Besides, you got enough men and guns outside

to kill every dingo within ten miles of here.

Unless you're talking about deserters.

Did you know that your American Indian is a race that has no word for "wheel"?

No concept of farming. No understanding of land ownership.

Is that a fact?

Mmm.

But from what I hear,

you found a solution to that problem in your country.

I guess that depends on whether you're an Indian or not.

You see, in many ways our two nations are quite similar.

We both brought civilization to the Stone Age.

Unfortunately, in this country we have failed in one regard.

We have been unable to domesticate the most backward people in the world,

the Australian Aborigine.

Don't mind him. He's harmless.

My parents were slaughtered by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley.

They attacked so fast

my mother was found dead still holding her sewing.

Nowadays they butcher sheep and cattle.

Her Majesty's government

allows the local settlers to deal with the matter their own way.

It's official policy.

It's called "pacification by force."

But the real issue

is that, primitive as they are,

the Aborigines have learned to keep out of our rifle range.

Which brings us to you,

Mr. Quigley.

What the hell?

No! Stay right where you are!

No man knocks me out of my own house.

[PUNCH]

Well, don't just stand there! Get him!

Has he got the rifle with him?

He keeps it right beside him.

I said, get him!

[QUIGLEY BLOWING]

[SIGHS]

[WHISPERING] He's just sitting in there with that big gun.

[GASPS]

COOGAN: [WHISPERING] Hey, Kel! Kelly, up there.

Carver, take the side.

COOGAN: Ruffy, around the back.

[GRUNTING]

[MEN CHEERING]

Fancy American shooter.

Eating real fancy, eh?

[MEN CLAMORING]

MAN: Go on, kick him in the back!

Give it him in the back. Come on. That's it.

Leave Roy alone!

Get her off me!

[MEN LAUGHING]

Throw him in the wagon. Haul him two days from here and dump him.

Let Australia kill him.

And that crazy woman, too.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

[WHISPERING] You forgot the gold.

What'd he say?

QUIGLEY: You forgot the gold.

Marston.

He paid him in gold.

Marston. He's right.

[GROANS]

Leave us some water and you can have the gold.

I can have the gold anyway.

That's what I thought you'd say.

[GROANS]

[MILLER URGING HORSE]

[GROANS]

[URGING HORSE]

Go on!

[URGING HORSE]

[GROANS]

I wish people would quit hitting me on the head.

Don't worry.

On a new job it's quite common for things not to go well at first.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[BIRDS TWITTERING]

We should...

What?

I remember once my granddaddy told me about

how when you're lost in the desert

you should sleep during the day and walk at night.

Your granddaddy tell you that?

He also tell you we'll die in the desert without those horses?

Well, what good are horses if we die first?

Once in a while she actually makes a little sense.

What did you say, Roy?

Never mind.

[FLIES BUZZING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[COYOTES HOWLING]

[DOG BARKING]

Good morning, Major.

Marston.

What can I get for you? Some refreshment?

That's very kind, sir.

I'd be obliged if you would identify for me two dead bodies.

Two men absconded.

But I imagine this is a couple of newcomers

who wandered off together recently.

A man and a woman?

Nah.

Two men.

One has been stabbed and one shot through the head.

DOBKIN: Coogan and Miller.

Well, it would appear that the man and the woman are still missing.

Yes, it would, wouldn't it?

Oh, don't worry, Major.

I have no doubt I'll find them.

[MAN SPEAKING ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[MEN CHANTING]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[DIDGERIDOO PLAYING]

[ALL CHANTING]

[CLAPS]

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

Hey, lady.

Are you okay?

Think so.

What are they gonna do to us?

I reckon they already done it.

They gave us water.

But that don't make sense.

They let me keep it

when every white man with a rifle's trying to kill 'em.

Except for you.

They don't know that.

Don't they?

Something tells me you and I were on the shady side of dead.

This is a special place.

Bet they used magic on us.

QUIGLEY: That old man over there,

looks like he's some kind of chief, or medicine man or something.

What's this? There.

More than likely something

that came out of the south end of a northbound kangaroo.

You mean kangaroo shit?

Very kind.

Do you think they're safe to eat?

You got a better idea?

Much obliged.

[GIGGLING]

Go on.

I don't eat things that are still moving.

[MUMBLES] Gonna shoot it first?

Mmm-hmm.

[GIGGLING]

Hmm.

[MAN SPEAKING ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

QUIGLEY: Yo? Yo!

Yo? Yo!

MEN: Yo!

Now after you cut this strip out of this big piece of kangaroo...

There we go. Take...

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

Here.

Swing your arm. Roll your wrist.

You gotta keep that loop open.

See how that loop stays open?

And you look at what you're throwing at.

Swing the rope and throw right at it.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Then you just pull 'em in.

[SINGING]

[CORA LAUGHS]

You just wait till you try this.

But you gotta guess what it is.

That little girl is so darling.

QUIGLEY: She sure is.

Not as darling as Roy Junior.

[SIGHING] God Almighty, lady, not another Roy.

Well, I don't know about you,

but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

Roy was hunting sage hens when the Comanches came.

I grabbed the baby and a pistol

and I hid in the root cellar out back.

The Indians tore up our sod house.

And I was real quiet but then the baby started crying.

I tried to shush him and suckle him but he just wouldn't stop.

One Comanche, I remember, he acted real drunk and wore my green apron.

He must have heard something.

He started hollering and coming closer.

So I put my hand, gentle-like, over my baby's mouth.

"Don't cry. Daddy'll be home soon."

The Indians found us but they just laughed.

They was drunk, didn't wanna hurt anybody, and rode away.

Sundown, Roy came home.

But I was still afraid to come out of the cellar.

I was afraid of what he'd do when he saw I'd smothered our son.

I ought to find some way to mend this petticoat.

Look at that.

[SIGHS]

Roy...

He just buried the baby,

put me in the wagon, and we went 70 miles to Galveston without stopping.

He never said a word.

Put me on the first ship he found.

It was headed to Australia.

Then he said,

"Don't want no woman that would kill my son to save herself."

And he turned and he walked away and he never looked back.

I know, 'cause I watched to see if he would.

This thing is just falling apart.

It's just...

I'm tired.

Don't exactly talk your ear off saying goodbye, do they?

The Johnsons were always like that.

What?

Remember the church social last year?

They ate everybody's jams and pies

and left without saying a word.

Well, it's our own fault for inviting 'em again this year.

Why would they do that?

QUIGLEY: That's why.

[ALL CLAMORING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Oh, no.

No!

No. Stay back!

[WHISTLING]

[GROANING]

[WHOOPING]

No!

Over there!

[CORA SCREAMING]

Shit.

Of all the damn fool things I ever did see!

You trying to get your head blown off?

Anyone who believes in magic

is crazy.

[SIGHS] Don't be running off like that.

I could have used some help up there, you know.

I got my rig back.

But no saddlebags, which means I can't make my reload.

We got one horse and two canteens.

And a rider got away.

Which means Marston'll know where we are.

Yeah. And we don't.

[SIGHS]

I'm cold.

Well, you got the blanket.

Well...

Maybe we could share it tonight.

There's something I wanna talk to you about.

If we do,

there'll be something I wanna talk to you about.

When summer comes, let's drag up some wood for a real cabin.

'Cause, Roy, sod walls...

Matthew.

Matthew Quigley.

I ain't sharing my bed till I'm certain you know who's in it.

Now say it.

If we had a wood cabin we could get glass windows.

[SIGHS]

We'll see.

CORA: The sea's gotta be west.

That's how we're headed, but you sure wouldn't know it.

[WINCES] Ow!

Hell!

Did you see that?

I sure did.

Biggest ant I ever did see.

What's my name today?

Matthew Quigley, same as any other day.

How's about you and me taking off all our clothes and going swimming?

What are you? Crazy? There ain't no water.

Why, shame on you!

Well, you... What about last night? You...

I what?

Oh, never mind.

Well, how's that, then, Mr. Marston?

Pretty good, O'Flynn. You've improved.

Wear your holster a bit higher.

Then you can grab your gun on the way up.

Well, I'm faster, aren't I?

Yeah.

Think I'll ever be as fast as you?

What you mean, if you practiced a lot?

Yeah. No.

[MEN LAUGHING]

[HORSE APPROACHING]

Not again.

Where are the others?

Dead. All dead.

Quigley. He was everywhere.

Four more. I don't believe this.

Did you see him?

It was too far away.

How far?

Three-quarters of a mile maybe.

That's impossible.

How long from the time the bullet struck

until you heard the report of the rifle?

Two, maybe three seconds.

Matthew Quigley is really beginning to annoy me.

Dobkin. How many men can we send out there?

These and two others. Six men are still on a hunting party.

All right.

There's £50 in gold to the man who brings Quigley in.

So keep practicing.

CORA: You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.

We're lost.

I can take bad news. Just tell me straight.

I don't know where the hell we are.

No sense makin' it sound better than it is.

I reckon we're going in circles.

Flower things up, I'll see right through it.

So just tell me honestly, are we lost?

No. I know exactly where we are.

That's good.

'Cause frankly, I was getting a little worried.

Don't know where we're going, but there's no use being late.

[DISTANT GUNSHOTS]

[QUIGLEY URGES HORSE]

[HORSEMAN SHOUTING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[BABY CRYING]

[SCREAMING]

Get the bloody hell outta here!

Quick! Come on, hurry up!

[SCREAMS]

[CLAMORING]

[SHUDDERING]

[CRYING]

[SIGHING]

[PANTING]

[HOBB GROANS]

My back's broke.

Your gut's shot, Hobb. There ain't nothing I can do for you.

You can kill me.

Where's Marston's station from here?

How far's the nearest town?

Why should I tell you?

'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live.

[GROANING]

You know, I'm new here, so I'm kinda curious.

Do you think the dingoes will get you first? Or the ants?

[HOBB GASPS]

Quigley, don't leave me like this!

Quigley! Marston's station's two days' ride southwest.

Meekathanga's only 20 miles past the billabong.

Talk straight, goddamnit!

Or I'll get the ants myself.

It's a town, a day's ride past the dry riverbed.

That way.

[GROANING]

Now finish me.

You got one shot left in that shooter.

Make the most of it.

[GUN FIRES] [GASPS]

[BABY WHIMPERING]

[BABY CRYING]

Oh. Oh.

All right. All right. Sweet thing.

[CORA HUSHING]

Sweet little thing.

[SIGHS]

I reckon now that we should keep moving till we find some help.

I reckon we should stop for the night.

The baby's hurt. He's weak and he needs some shelter.

The kid's probably tougher than we are.

QUIGLEY: That little fellow was eating

like his bellybutton been rubbing a blister on his backbone.

Yeah, he was eating, but he needs some milk.

Well, I don't recall seeing a whole lot of milking cows around here.

[SIGHS]

There should be a town to the southwest.

I reckon we could make it in a hard day's ride.

We can't make it. He should stay here with me.

You could make the ride faster without us.

Well...

Just leave me the extra rifle and pistol.

You know how to use a shooter?

I am a native-born Texican.

Well, there's enough water for two days,

if I ain't here drinking it.

What do you think?

[CHUCKLES]

What? What's the matter?

You.

You're the only man on this continent that would ask me what I think.

That ought to do you.

Thanks for the lizards.

You've checked the guns three times.

There's plenty of food and water. We're fine.

Get going. [BABY GURGLING]

If you run into any of his own people,

you'll give 'em Little Bit, won't you?

You gotta promise me.

Sure could use something else to wear.

He'd be better off with them. You know that, don't you?

If you see any dresses that aren't too costly, red's my favorite color.

Red or even pink, but red's my favorite.

I should be back in two days. If I ain't back in three...

You'll be back.

You bet.

GRIMMELMAN: Highly unusual calibration, Mr. Quigley.

This will take some time to duplicate.

No, sir. It won't.

You could substitute a .450 number two British musket lead.

Marston ain't gonna wait.

Marston? He's a murderer.

He mixes flour with poison to kill the Aborigines.

Yes, this is a cruel, uncivilized...

Shh, Papa. Let the man eat.

He's got a long ride ahead of him tonight.

I was able to find some condensed milk for the baby

and some tins of beef for you and your woman.

Well, ma'am, she ain't exactly my woman.

Ah! Klaus, come over here.

Mr. Quigley, I would like you to meet my son.

Pleased to meet you.

I know who you are. You're the American.

The one who's been helping the Aborigines.

Is that the rifle I've been hearing about?

You can take a look at it if you like, son.

KLAUS: It's so heavy.

QUIGLEY: Well, you get used to it.

Son, I hid my horse in the gully out back.

I'd be much obliged if you'd bring it up for me.

Yes, sir.

Klaus, after you get Mr. Quigley's horse, saddle up ours as well.

Yes, Papa.

He didn't get all that from a "Wanted" poster.

Everyone knows about you.

The Aborigines who come to town to trade with us

talk about the spirit warrior.

Well, I've been called a lot of things, ma'am, but never that.

[CHUCKLES]Yeah.

[BELCHES]

[GRUNTING]

Get the others.

Young fella, where'd you get this saddle?

[MUFFLED SCREAM]

[HUMMING]

[EXHALES]

[BABY CRYING]

Shh. Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon.

[CRYING]

[DINGOES GROWLING]

[BABY CRYING]

[CRYING LOUDLY]

Shh! Shh!

Don't cry. Hush, baby. Hush, baby. Hush, baby.

[HUSHING]

Daddy'll be home soon.

[DINGOES GROWLING]

Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon.

Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon.

[SHUSHING] Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon.

[CRYING LOUDLY]

No. You cry. You want to cry? You cry all you want to.

Go on, darling, cry!

Hell, let's both make some noise!

♪ Yes, we will gather at the river

♪ The beautiful, beautiful river

♪ Yes, we will gather at the river ♪

[GROWLING]

Git!

Did you see that? I got the one wearing my green apron!

Run, you damn cowards! Get your yellow butts outta here!

[DINGOES SNARLING]

Six.

I deserve a big hug after this.

Two.

[GROWLING]

By the time you return with the woman and the baby,

I will have your cartridges ready.

Until then...

Much obliged, but never had much use for one.

I know I can't repay you for what you've done, but...

Oh, no, please.

No, you take it.

It's Marston's.

In that case...

Are you certain you won't stay the night? You need the rest.

No, ma'am.

Klaus should be here with the horses by now.

I'd best be getting back.

Get back inside. What?

Now!

[MRS. GRIMMELMAN SCREAMS]

Get here! No!

Around the front. Oliver, with me.

Check the lane.

[GRUNTING]

MAN 1: What the hell's going on?

MAN 2: He's out the front.

Get out!

We got him. Watch the windows.

Upstairs.

Get around the back.

[GUN FIRING]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[YELLS]

[CHUCKLES]

Aw, shit!

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

He's done for. The bloody place is falling apart.

Quigley! Hey, get round here!

Nobody could live through that.

MAN 1: Did you see where he went?

It's pitch-black there.

MAN 3: He couldn't have made it.

MAN 1: Why not?

Go down and have a look.

MAN 2: No, no. You go. I'll stay here.

Excuse me.

I give up! Quigley!

Hey, don't shoot.

There. See? Look. Nothing.

You might wanna try your luck with that belly gun.

Then again, you might not.

[SCREAMS]

That's what I figured.

KLAUS: Mama. Mama!

Mama!

[SOBBING]

Klaus, my Son. Dear God.

[KLAUS CRYING]

Why?

[SOBBING]

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[MEN GRUNTING]

Now, you take a good look.

Even if you kill me, Marston'll catch ya. He's coming for ya.

I ain't gonna kill ya.

'Cause you're gonna go tell Marston I'm coming after him.

Now get!

Get here! Get here quick!

Don't bother to knock, will you?

Quigley's coming.

He's killed two for sure. Paddy and Oliver.

Quigley said to tell you he's coming for you.

He'll get us all. I know he will.

Oh, shut up.

One man and he's beaten all of you.

Brophy, you and Mitchell ride with me as far as the gap.

Dobkin, get every available man. I'll find Ashley-Pitt.

Yes, sir.

And get him out of here. He's bleeding all over the rug.

[FLIES BUZZING]

[COCKING RIFLE]

Lady. Lady?

[CORA GASPS]No, no. It's all right.

What happened?

[GROANING]

The Comanches came.

But Little Bitty's just fine.

I killed the Comanches, and he's just...

He's just fine, honey.

[CORA CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

You're quite a woman, Cora.

You get any sage hens?

I got the next best thing.

They didn't have a red one.

[LAUGHS] Oh.

Oh.

No matter.

Is it pretty?

Looks good on me.

[LAUGHING]

CORA: I missed you.

You did?

Who'd you miss?

You.

Me? Not that other fella?

You.

I don't want you to go.

You sure look pretty in that new blue dress.

If you go after Marston, he'll kill you.

Kid, next time she talks like that, pee all over the dress.

You have every right to your happiness, Cora.

[MAN SPEAKING ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[OLD MAN SPEAKING ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE]

[SIGHS]

I don't suppose I can convince you.

No, sir.

I will see to it that she gets out of here safely.

Thank you.

You know something, lady? I ain't figured you out yet.

Good.

Crazy people are blessed that way, don't you know?

I'll never see you again, will I?

[MOANS]

You sure look pretty in the morning sun.

[SOFTLY] Bye.

Everything ready?

There are two men at the front and one at the back.

Scotty's riding up to patrol the ridge.

Now, Mr. Marston, the men were wondering

the man who kills Quigley, the £200 in gold,

the reward you posted.

Who asked you about it?

Cavanagh.

Have Cavanagh guard the front porch.

Tell him to wear my coat and hat.

[GUNSHOT]

Marston. He's around the back.

What the hell is he doing?

[GUNSHOT]

Emptying his revolver. He wants it freshly loaded for the night.

[GUNSHOT]

Do you think he's losing his cabbage?

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[RIFLE FIRING IN DISTANCE]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Maybe Scotty's got Quigley.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

[FIRES]

[NEIGHING]

"Anyone can leave safely before dawn except Marston.

"Most cordially, Matthew Quigley."

He must think I'm stupid.

This just means

he's going to try and spring something on us during the night.

All right. Nobody sleeps.

Give me that.

[SIGHING]

[DOG BARKING]

[IMITATING GUN FIRING]

Stay awake.

Marston!

Mr. Marston!

They're gone.

What?

Three men ran off last night. Jidabin, Kelly...

Why the hell didn't you stop them?

[BOTH GRUNT]

Where is he?

DOBKIN: He's got to be way up there, near the cutting.

MARSTON: So much for Cavanagh's reward.

That bastard's been sitting up in the rocks all morning

just waiting for two idiots to line up in his sights.

All right.

We'll do the last thing Quigley expects.

Come on.

He's cleared out. Let's get back to the station.

Get up there.

[SCREAMS]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

I'm hurt, Quigley. I'll do you no harm.

You throw that hog leg away. Easy.

On your feet.

[GUNS FIRING]

Jesus!

[SIGHS]

Brophy, get around on the side there.

Make it harder for him. I'll cover you.

This rock's covering me fine.

Move, you gutless bloody wonder.

[EXHALING]

Close in on him.

Brophy!

[GRUNTING]

[EXHALES]

I can bounce the next one clean through you.

How brave are you?

I'm coming out.

Well, that ain't real brave, but it is smart.

[GUN FIRES] [GRUNTS]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTING]

I got him! I got Quigley!

Got a gift for you, Mr. Marston. Quigley, alive.

Well, half alive.

Good work, you two.

[GROANS]

Well, well, well.

Mr. Quigley.

Good of you to drop in again.

What? Nothing clever to say?

The great Quigley.

So this is what you were all afraid of.

Bring him over here and stand him up.

[QUIGLEY GROANING]

Stand up.

Cut him loose.

Now put his rifle on the ground in front of him.

No.

Throw it away.

O'Flynn, go and get my second revolver.

I know how much you would like to have your rifle with you

at this moment, Mr. Quigley,

but I think you'll find that I've got a much better idea.

Stick it in his belt.

Go on!

I seem to remember

you're not too familiar with Colonel Colt's revolver

so this'll be your first lesson.

Don't worry.

Mr. Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn will ensure that it's a fair contest.

I'll just back up a few paces.

To your left a bit.

That's it.

Now you're right in front of my old pistol target.

Some men are born in the wrong century.

I think I was born on the wrong continent.

Oh, by the way, you're fired.

This ain't Dodge City.

And you ain't Bill Hickok.

[MARSTON GROANING]

I said I never had much use for one.

Never said I didn't know how to use it.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[SIGHS]

ASHLEY-PITT: Somewhat the worse for wear,

this appears to be Quigley.

I think you have a lot to explain, sir.

Not that it will do you any good. Sergeant.

"In pursuance of a warrant, duly attested by a Justice of the Peace,

"you are hereby charged with numerous and serious crimes

"including murder..."

In short, this paperwork says

that we can hang you.

I ain't gonna swing on no gallows.

Well.

You can always be shot...

[GUNS COCKING]

...on the way to your trial.

While trying to escape, of course.

Or you can die right here,

bearing arms against the Army of Her Majesty the Queen.

Well, the decision...

[DISTANT RUMBLING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[GRUNTING]

When's the next boat leaving?

For Europe or the Americas?

America.

Mmm, let's see here.

I've got one leaving this afternoon for San Francisco.

Hmm.

And your name, sir?

Name?

Roy.

Roy Cobb.

How many?

Two.

I got something I wanna say to you.

Well, I got a couple of things I wanna say to you, too.

Remember once you told me before you'd make love to me

I had to say two words?

What's that?

Matthew Quigley.