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- [Child] Got you!

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Hey!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

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- [Tate] Whoa!

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- Tracy.

- So you're the one that's been followin' me.

- I'm the one.

- And no mistake.

- No mistake.

I figure there's 2,080 on your head mister.

I want it for the wife and son of a man you killed.

- [Tracy] Who?

- Jim Rainer.

- Rainer.

Oh a boy in Montana territory, about 25 years old?

That's right.

- I remember his wife real pretty.

The boy had a reputation and wanted to find out--

- Do you want to go back on the saddle

or over at Mister, I don't care which.

- I thought I'd sleep the night in a bed.

They say you're very fast.

Well, we'll see.

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Been waiting for you for a long time.

You got a big reputation.

I've been wanting to find out, if you earned it honestly.

- You should have done that three or four years ago, Tracy.

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What's your name boy?

This your fight.

- No.

- You could have lost me in the mountains.

What pushes a man like that.

- You don't know?

- No.

- He wanted your scout mister.

- Why?

To prove his finger could twitch faster than mine.

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- Afternoon, Sheriff.

- George.

You.

They say it was a fair fight

but I don't like killings in my town.

Now you get your horse and get out.

- There's a Wells Fargo Bounty on that man.

- How much?

- $2,080.

- Well he was worth the killing wasn't he bounty hunter.

- I'm going to give that money to an orphan mister.

- In a pig's eye you are.

I told you I don't like killings and I don't like killers.

Now you leave your name and where you can be found,

we'll let you know about the bounty.

Now get out.

- There's a Wells Fargo office here,

as soon as they verify that bounty and pay me I'll get out.

Now you can get that verification in a half hour.

Don't push me.

I've just had to kill a man.

I don't want to be pushed.

- I'll remember that.

If I have to push you I'll use a shotgun to do it with.

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- Do you want a room?

- No.

Can we wash up?

- Back there.

Julie get him some hot water.

- This way Mister.

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- Can I get something for ya?

- Huh?

- What'll you have?

- Water.

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- Thanks.

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- I guess it don't wash off easy does it mister.

- You a lady preacher?

- I'm a saloon girl.

- Could you get me some hot coffee.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

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- Bartender, the bottle.

- Sure.

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- Mister.

Do you mind?

- Keep your hands on the table.

- You think I knew him out there huh.

- Are you going to eat?

- Yeah.

- Well then you won't mind keeping your hands on the table.

- The same and some pie.

- Anyone ever tell you you're pretty.

- Yeah, lots of times.

- I guess they have at that.

- You sure I can't get you anything to eat.

- Thank you.

- Well you ain't pretty but you got something she wants.

- Well what have I got that you want son, my life?

- How many men have you killed mister?

- 12.

Now do you want to answer my question.

- I didn't catch your name.

- What is it?

Do you like the smell of death.

Do you like being around it?

I've met some like that.

- 12 men.

I guess you have.

What's your name mister?

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- Could I sit down?

- Of course, drink?

- You bought the bottle I don't have to.

- How old are you girl?

- I guess I look older.

- A little.

- It's a hard life.

- You work for the place?

- Nope for myself.

- Have a family?

- You're not gonna ask me the story of my life are ya?

- I guess I better not.

- You do and I'll charge you for it.

- That's extra?

- That's right.

- [Man] Hey honey.

- Julie didn't you hear him?

- I guess I gotta go.

- You know him?

- No.

- How long have you worked here?

- Couple months.

I'm trying to get to San Francisco.

- Hey you, come here!

I don't like to eat alone.

- Just a minute, I'll be right there.

- You from around here?

- I've never seen it before in my life.

You just call me if you want anything.

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- It's a quiet town.

We don't have much excitement.

I saw that Tracy kill a man in Kansas once,

oh, five years ago.

He was a fastest man in the world then,

quicker than the eye can follow.

Now he's dead in a two-bit town nobody ever heard of.

Did you know him?

- No, I'd heard of him.

- He must have heard of you too.

Or he wouldn't wanted to add you to his list.

- I'm nobody to know.

- I'd have sworn I'd seen you somewhere before.

- No.

- I'm 54 years old and gonna die in a town like this.

So you gotta excuse me if I'm a little nosy

and run off at the mouth.

You know when I was a little younger,

I looked something like you.

- You gonna spend the night?

- Maybe.

Mr. Kirby is the room at the end vacant?

- Mmm.

- You'll need an extra blanket.

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- What's your name mister?

Do you know who you killed today?

Five years ago you couldn't have done that.

Five years ago he was a fastest man alive.

Did you know that?

I saw you mister.

You're not that good.

Five years ago Ben Tracy would have beaten you.

Yeah, five years ago he would have killed ya.

- Was he something to you son?

Kin?

- He was a magical person.

The fastest man alive.

It's a shame you killed him.

You're not that good.

What's your name mister?

Huh?

You really that ashamed of your name?

Maybe before you go you'll tell me.

- If I have to son.

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- What does he want with you?

- My scalp.

Get me some more coffee.

- Julie more coffee.

- You're right.

This would be a bad place to die.

- How much did you leave him?

- Who?

- Tracy.

Saw you drop some money out there.

It was for the burin' wasn't it.

- $20, it was for the burying.

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- Here's your coffee.

- Thank you.

Julie, would you like to talk.

Aren't you gonna pay me?

- For what?

- Talk, drink.

I'm a saloon girl didn't you notice?

- I like your company.

- $5, I must be worth $5.

- You're worth a lot more than that Julie.

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How much of that $5 would have been yours?

- Look she come to me I didn't bring her.

You got no right to talk to me that way.

I like her, she's a nice girl.

Can't change human beings.

- Why?

Was she born to a saloon?

- No.

Maybe she was born for it.

- You may be right.

It's the thing I don't want to believe.

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Miss Julie.

- He hit me.

He told me to tell you what he'd done.

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- He wasn't worth the price of a bullet.

- You're wrong he was worth that.

- Ah not him, nor you nor any of your kind.

There you are $2,000.

- You're shy $80.

- Yeah, for the buryin'.

- I left $20 on the body for the burying.

- That wouldn't buy a pine box for your friend.

- It'll buy a hole in Boot Hill mister.

That's what you people are going to give him.

And besides I told you that money isn't mine.

- That's right you told me.

Gonna give it to some poor family.

And I just hope when your time comes,

you'll make some poor family happy.

Come back here and die.

We'll save a hole for ya.

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- Mister, can I talk to you?

- Will it cost me $5?

- No.

- Start talking.

- Look I think you better go.

I think that boy upstairs means to kill you.

- Did he say so?

- No, he meant for you to do something

about him beating me that way.

I know you killed that man out there,

but that boy might just be fast enough to kill you.

Why don't you go?

- I'm not ready yet Julie.

- Do you want to kill him?

- No.

- He wants to kill you.

- Yes, he does.

- But why?

- I don't know.

15 years ago I might have known.

- 'Cause he wants to prove he's faster.

But I wouldn't know why.

I never killed a man in my life that way.

- Julie, when I leave I'll give you an address.

If you ever need help you write.

- I can't read nor write.

- Have someone do it for you.

Is there anything I could do for you now?

- Like what?

Take me away from here?

- Back home maybe.

- Yours?

- No, I'm afraid that post office box

in Kansas City is a little small.

That's the only home I have.

- I thought perhaps your home.

It'd be better than this.

- Look mister, I'm lucky.

Don't you feel sorry for me.

I never had it so good in my life.

I was born in a shack to a family of 15.

I spent over half my life there.

Do you know what happened to me there?

No, you can't even think on it.

Well I'm happy now.

I meet lots of nice folks.

Most times they're polite.

Sometimes they're generous.

You wanna hear more about the poor lost girl

in the saloon you pay $5.

Some people like to hear it and they for $5.

- I meant no offense Julie.

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- Mister.

Mr. whatever-your-name-is.

- You want to say something to me son.

- I want to kill you.

Or make you crawl.

it don't matter to me which.

- Was he something to you?

Tracy?

- I wanted to kill him.

For three years I wanted

to be fast enough to kill Ben Tracy.

I've been looking for him since summer.

- Did he do something to you?

To your kin?

- No.

He was the fastest man alive.

Til I was born.

I was born to kill Ben Tracy.

To be the fastest gun alive but you got there first.

You took his life away from me.

Now I'm gonna take your life away from you.

- Why?

- You don't know?

I guess it's like my granddaddy used to say, Mister.

It's Lucifer coming up from the pit.

Lucifer was man.

God can create life.

But I can take it away.

Unless you want to crawl.

I mean get on your knees and crawl.

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Tate!

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You're Tate.

C'mon Tate.

C'mon, huh.

This is it.

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Come on doctor, turn around.

C'mon Tate.

Tate!

Turn around, Tate!

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- Did you know his name?

- No.

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- In case I learn to read or write,

maybe I'll write you a letter to Kansas City MO.

- I'd like that.

- If I put my mind to it I could do it.

- Sure of it.

- I'll write you from San Francisco.

- What's in San Francisco for you Julie?

- Nothing.

Fancier place than this.

Fancier dress.

Would you like to take me there Mister?

- No, but if you were four or five years older lady

I'd go to the devil with ya.

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- Bang, bang! - Bang, bang, bang!

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