All language subtitles for 4EF73B42A08BC22C9B5AE04FA54EA4AD_eng ( A FISTFULL OF LEAD) (IND)

Hold him!

This is the law, hands up!

Hey!

Got ya, got ya!

Oh, God, get me out of here!

Grab your gold, grab your gold!

Help me, I'm dying!

Come on, grab your gold.
You're not having mine!

-Where's your gold?
-Yep…

-I lost it.
-Well, you ain't having mine!

That's fine! I'll take his.

He's not going to last much longer

Ah, crap.

-Shut up!
-Shut up!

Oh, Jesus.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
-Got to get better cover than this.

No, no. Look, look!

Look at Wyatt go!

Woah!

Damn it, sheriff! Come on!

What the fuck?

Who the fuck is shooting up
my fucking town?

You got the gold, boy!

You got the goddamn gold,
you should be fucking gone by now!

Wyatt!

Don't yell his name, you idiot!

Let's go, let's go.

-We got to go, man!
-Wait, help with him.

-No.
-Do it.

And share his gold.

Ain't no problem with me.

Fine, you got a deal.

You drop that gold, I drop you.

Grab his other arm.

Get the gold, get the gold!

I'm getting it, I'm getting it.

I believe these are yours.

Is this your contact?

Our contact seemed taller.

Was he Chinese?

Absolutely not.

Well, then I assume this to be Mr Shandor.

Gentlemen, we got double crossed.

Sorry, Bob.

Listen up, you all.

I'm the sheriff now.

Folks, I'm going to get me
some men together.

We're going to go after them
gold thieving toe-rags.

We'll bring that situation to a close.

Now, where in the blue shit is my deputy?

Only me, sheriff!

Right here.

Well, that's quite an advantageous
defensive position you've got there, Joe.

Care to enlighten us on how this started?

Well, the bank robbers shot their way
out of the bank

after Mr Timms found them
rooting around in there.

He tried to be a hero and, well…

I don't know about you all,

but I need to get out there
and riddle them bitches with lead.

They blasted their way out of town,
sheriff.

They shot Donnegan, I think he's dead.

You think?

Pretty sure,
his head's a foot away from his body.

I've got tracking experience,
no one better than me in town.

Fine, there's plenty of trees
for you to hide behind.

Whoa, whoa.

Fellas, hold up.

Hey, why are we stopping?

They'll have trackers, we got to split up.

You're gonna slow us down, little brother.

I'll be fine.

Come on now, we're wasting time.

You, you give me your share, come on.

Take him. We split here.

You head to the rendezvous, fix him up.

I'll leave a trail
in the opposite direction,

then light foot it back to you fellas.

Casey?

It's okay, I'll stomp about for a bit,
give them something to follow.

I'll let this horse go off
then I'll double back like a ghost.

You know they don't call me Lightfoot
for nothing.

They don't call you Lightfoot.

Hey, you promised me his share.

Well, that's the thing, isn't it?
You dropped your share.

I'm gonna hang on to my share, and his.

Way I see it,
you've got some coin to earn.

I'll split everything with you

if my brother's alive
and if we all make it to the rendezvous.

Or I could just shoot you right now.

I ain't no mathematologist,
but I also figure your gun's bone dry.

Yeah. Interesting.

It is, seeing as you supposed to be
the hired gun

and he just got the drop on you
while digesting a lead sandwich.

Don't you move.

You know maybe you're already getting paid
what you're worth,

in getting away with nothing.

That's horseshit.

I gunned down half a dozen men back there,
you boys just wasn't looking.

Dallas, take his gun.

Hand it over.

Real slow-like.

All right, now you go take
those bullets out,

you give him back the empty iron.

There's five bullets in here.

Well, I guess I ain't no mathematologist.

You know what I'm doing here, Billy?

I'm buying these bullets off you.

Pay the man when you get to the mine,
that's from my share.

We split everything three ways
when I get back to you guys.

Billy…

He dies

you die.

You take it easy, brother.

Let's go.

Someone go wake up Swain
and the Mugridge boys!

Well, at least they didn't
damage the safe.

Our bank has been robbed.

Bandits.

The perpetrators are on the run,
heading towards the woods.

Degenerates.

Harlots.

Filth.

I understand the sheriff was killed, too.

Yes, and some good men.
Some very badly injured, sir.

Well, what are you going
to do about it, huh?

Huh?

Sheriff Noone is putting
a posse together, sir.

Well, that's something, I suppose.

Hmm.

There is a question about a reward, sir.

Well, and doing your job
is not reward enough?

With a promotion comes a raise…

I, I mean for the men, sirs.

Very well, twenty dollars.

Dead or alive.

Now on your way, Joseph.

Time is money.

But thanks to those hamstringing harlots,
we currently have neither.

Harlots?

I didn't say anything about
the perpetrators being women, sir.

No? I'm sure I saw…

They were deeply unattractive, perhaps.

You're the lawman.

Now, I want this done.

You tell Sheriff Noone to get it done,
you understand?

Now go.

Go!

Sir.

-What's all this, then?
-Well, something's clearly happened.

-Come on, let's just go…
-All right, love, I'll take care of this.

Oi, mate, what's occurring?
What's going on?

Bandits got away into the woods.

You mobbing up? You organising a mob?
You going to go lynch some crims?

Dead or alive.

Dead or alive.
That makes it so much simpler, doesn't it?

Alive is such a ball ache.

Hey, what's the reward situation like?

Should a devastatingly handsome
gun for hire such as myself

partake in this posse?

Mister, these is killers
we're talking about.

Mate, I'm from Essex.

You reckon I've never dealt
with wrong-uns before?

You think these blokes are desperate,

you should try Pitsea
when the taverns close.

You're not from round here, are you?

No, been here five minutes, mate.

Listen, if I were you I wouldn't partake
in any of this stuff.

I don't wanna see the things I've seen,

I just wanna go down to the whorehouse
and die fucking, you know.

I can't deal with all this shit, okay?

Well, let me tell you something, right.

I've been travelling
for God knows how long,

through desolate nothingness

to get to this shining beacon
of frontier opportunity.

I've seen nothing but dust,

I've had no cup of tea worth a damn
since Portsmouth.

I haven't had a chance to wash my face,
let alone my balls, for 48 hours.

I'm itching like a dusty dog
and I smell like a badger's arsehole.

I've got 10, 12 hours max,
before I must have a bath.

And on top of that,
my wife's bleeding knackered,

and when she gets knackered,
she gets grumpy.

Oh, no. I'm fine.

See, see? Unplacatable, unplacatable.

I just don't need any more
of her rabbiting in my lugholes,

you know what I mean?

Your funeral.

-What a nice man.
-Yeah.

-There you go.
-Oh.

Oh, where are you going?

Well, I can't miss
an opportunity like this, can I?

-Okay.
-It's what we came here for.

I tell you what,
you go get yourself settled,

have a wash, I'll see you later,
and I'll be back for supper.

-All right, be careful.
-Yeah.

-Bye, darling, bye.
-Bye, darling.

A lot of good men died today,
not just yours.

Posse'll be heading out soon enough…

but I don't think I'll be needing
any ladies along.

We'll catch them bitches soon enough.

I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Saw a lot of what happened, sheriff.

Yep, and you did a lot
of nothing about it.

I tried.

I want them folks caught.

And killed.

Whatever it takes
to bring this day to a close.

The three men I saw,
they took off on Wilson's thoroughbreds.

Well, if they're up into the woods,
we'll catch them up soon enough.

You tell the men to shoot to kill

and dress up warm,
it gets cold up there in them hills.

Did you hear anything about a reward?

Twenty dollars.

Is that all you can get?

Don't worry about it, Joe.
It'll be enough.

Never underestimate the desperation
for money in this broke ass town.

Where are the horses?

I sent them away.

We're going to go
in a different direction.

How far to the mine?

Far.

You weren't out long.

I ain't carrying you.

Had to pick a place way out in the woods,
it's a nice idea, Bill.

Wouldn't you rather die out here?

I think I'd rather be eaten by crows
than rot in the dark.

If you're not there,
you go home empty handed.

If I'm not there, Casey will kill you.

We'll see.

We'll see.

If he draws on me, he's a dead man.

You mean like that time you drew on him,

what was it, about ten,
fifteen minutes ago?

He sort of just took your piece
straight out of your hand.

Or that time an unconscious man
drew on you?

Now who was that again?

I forget, I get all fuzzy and fucked up.
Oh, yeah, that's right, that was me.

Fuck you.

Besides, you're empty, remember?

That's a fair trade, compadre.

That's if your brother comes back.

If I was him, I'd wander off
with all that gold rather than share it.

Yeah, well, he ain't you.

Come on, now.

You're leaving as big a trail
as your brother with all that blood.

Ah, this is grand. This is proper manhunt.

This is how you spend a Sunday.

Do you know where we're headed?

Yeah, I got an idea.

-How many guns we facing down there?
-I saw three ride out of town.

I saw three,
but they're tough sons of bitches.

You ain't met my wife properly yet.

Compared to her in one of her moods,

a bunch of cut-throat desperadoes
is like taking the easy way out.

Oi, which one of them two
is the most approachable?

Ah, tops, what's his name?

Limey Joe.

Limey Joe, all right.

Thanks boys,
I might be up for promotion or something.

You're welcome.

Limey Joe.

Fuck off, talk to me like that.

Go and stand over there with the others,
you fucking prick.

All right, no need
to let your rooster crow before sunrise.

I was just having a think
about this posse, right?

What we need is leader--

Okay, you're not listening to me are you?

Fuck off, all right.
No, no, you're still not listening.

Fuck off. Fuck off.
Go back over there and fuck off.

And once this whole thing is done,
you can un-fuck off.

But until then, fuck off.

Fucking, fuck off.

Ha-ha.

Yeah, very funny, dickhead.

I left England to get away
from pricks like that… and you.

There it is.

You all right?

Goddamn it.

Come here.

No, no, no.

Wake up! Hey!

You're dying.

You die, and I do not get my gold.

Or we could both die here,

the crows can have
what they're going' get with us.

You stink like shit.

You ain't no rose garden yourself.

Yeah, your gut's shot.

All right.

All right what?

We need to dig that bullet out of you
before it poisons you.

Your brother's going to be a while.

I need to keep you alive.

Who'd have thought we'd be having
so much fun, huh?

You ain't coming anywhere
near me with that blade.

It's worth a shot.

If you have any other ideas,
you let me know, huh?

Yeah.

First move you make that I don't like,
you're dead.

Is that gonna help?

Well, it couldn't hurt,
but I'm sure as shit no doctor.

Now, you are not going to be liking

what I'm going to be doing
for the next few minutes.

If you're going to be twitching,
do us a favour,

take your finger off the trigger.

I think that posse is within earshot.

Oh, and don't scream too loud.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Damn it!

Something on your mind, deputy?

It's just, I've been watching and there's…
there's no sign they came this way.

No tracks, no prints, nothing.

Your point?

Where are we going?

We're going to go find them
menstruating she-devils

who killed our men and robbed our bank.

Again, I haven't heard anyone say nothing
about these robbers being women, sheriff.

You laid your eyes on them?

They weren't women, sheriff.

See, I seen them,

and I fully understand why you may have
these ladies confused for men.

They've got a reputation for being
a particularly hideous sight to behold.

Well, I've been watching you,
and you ain't looked at a single track.

You want to head back?

There ain't no barrels out here for you
to hide your fat ass behind, boy.

Well, look at that.

I'm feeling uncomfortable.

It's a very incommodious sensation.

You still got it, Joe?

How's that shaking hand of yours?

That's a question isn't it?

Your barrel hiding days over?

Just keep up, deputy.

I know where I'm heading.

Christ, that's all your wailing.

Come on. Come on!

Oh, my God, this is exciting, isn't it?

Isn't this exciting?
Oh, my God, I love it.

Shh, get down.

Hey, mate, what's up with chuckles?

-Our new deputy?
-Yeah.

He's a drunk barrel of piss.

He's fast though, quick with his piece.

Well, sure as hell used to be.

What, him?
Bollocks, he don't look like much to me.

I heard he took out six men,
one bullet each, put them all down.

Something happened though,
don't know what.

Maybe he saw too much violence,
he turned yellow.

Now he just keeps a low profile,
spends most of his time a little sauced.

Posh wankers, get all the breaks.

Bloody sick of this shit,
we'll see what's what.

There they are, open fire!

Whoo!

- Yahoo!
- Yee-haw!

Keep your head down!

Good.
This is it, I want to go out fighting.

Who are you assholes?

Friends of yours?

Which one of these fellas is Shandor?

Not a one.

Hold your fire!

Yeah, why not?

Let's hand them over.
Posse ain't here for us.

Jesse Pederson and Annie Langston!

How's that guy know we was in here?

We know you're in there.

Come on out!

Who the fuck are Jesse Pederson
and Annie Langston?

Boys, they're cornered in there.
Keep your distance.

Keep an eye on them.

That the law?

You've bought the goddamn law
with you, too?

Christ almighty!

This doesn't make sense.

I mean, sure,

you girls are probably going to do
a long dance at the end of a short rope,

but we can make it easy on you.

Or easier.

You hit a bank in the town of Bathwater,
you dirty bitches got to pay!

You hit the bank?

Chew on my grits!

It's okay, I got this.

Fuck you, cock smokers!

You're full of shit!

Easy!

I'm just making conversation!

Now they know we're here.

They seemed to be aware of that
from the start!

Where's Shandor?

Who cares?
Let's just lift the gold off these two.

They haven't got any gold.

You're going to pay for your crimes,
plain and simple.

So come on out, I'm a man of my word!

Bollocks you are.

Boys!

Your sheriff hasn't got a clue
who robbed the bank.

We haven't done any tracking, any hunting.

We just took a stroll through the woods
and ended up here.

Those girls up there,
they didn't rob the bank.

Did anyone see any women?

Anyone?

You?

No.

So, what's going on?

Jesse Pederson and Annie Langston
are confidence tricksters,

wanted in three territories.

Confidence tricksters?

We're after fucking robbers! Killers!

Them girls is all kinds of trouble makers.

They stepped up to killing down south
and bank robbing.

Now, this came in two weeks ago.

You'd have seen it your own self
if you spent less time at the saloon, Joe.

They killed a lot of fine men.

I mean, the audacity of it,

robbing our bank,
on a Sunday, before church.

You got a problem bringing them ladies in?

Now, that reward split between all of us,

well that's a hell of a lot more money
than twenty measly bucks.

Yes! Whoo!

I think we're going to get it.

Belongs to you boys if you do.

Cock sucker!

Oh, why's he getting so worked up?
They ain't here for you.

Any of those sons of bitches
takes a shot at me, you'd best not miss.

The cowardly, no good…

I mean, was it Shandor?
Is he setting us up?

Who fucked you two boys?

If it was that asshole,
I'm going to rip his heart out.

-It wasn't Shandor.
-How can you be so sure?

Yeah, she raises a distinctly
adequate point, where is he?

Hmm? Should have been here by now.

Okay, genius,

you mind telling me how whoever it is
out there knows who we are and how--

And how he knows we're here?
Your fucking guess is as good as mine.

We killed your compadre.

Shandor, I think his name was.

What?

Mighty tall for a Chinese fella,
as tall as anyone I come across out here.

He confessed it all, though,
before he took a bullet to his skull.

What? What'd he do that for?

He's talking about shooting Wyatt.

Wyatt?

He was with us.

But his last name sure as shit
is not Shandor.

And Shandor sure as shit ain't Chinese.

Ow!

You ladies are taking the blame
for something we done.

If you done it,
then where's your damn gold?

Under the rainbow.

Oh, wow.

They ain't coming out.

I'm going to need myself a first man
on the way in.

Deputy, you keen for the job?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

We'd have long since got to the bottom
of this

if you'd taken care of business in town
anyhow.

Now, that mineshaft is dark and narrow.

They've got all the eyes
and all the cover.

We storm in, we could take it.
But it's going to take a little doing.

What, bottleneck? Kill everyone?

Yeah, great idea.

That's a coward's response.

Well, yeah, but is there another way in?

There may well be.

You may have yourself a point there, son.

Let's have a couple of men go scout
around the back of them there hills,

see if there's another exit.

Any volunteers?

What?

Where is it?

His brother took off with it.

Hey, shut up.

And you led the posse here
so he could get away with it all?

Noble.

That ain't how it is.

My brother will be here,
and when he is, you won't get shit.

Oh, we're getting something, all right.
Blame.

All this stress, it's making me sober.

I don't like it.

That look of concern on your face
ain't helping none.

We'll be fine. Just a hitch, that's all.

We'll find another way to make some money
then we can disappear.

For a while, at least.

Okay, maybe it ain't over.

I mean, we can lift whatever loot
these two have coming.

No loot will be coming
with that posse out there.

This stinks.

Why did you come here, of all places?

It's our rendezvous point.
Seemed out of the way.

Who decided on this place?

Casey.

Casey who?

My brother.

Do you have any kind of feud
with your brother,

any reason for him
to send a posse after you?

He'll be here.

He'd better.

If we're taking the heat for your robbery,
I think it only fair we get the gold, too.

You'd have to take it off us,
you rotten whoring…

Duck!

What the fuck?

Annie, for Christ's sake, cool it.

Shit!

There's a goddamn posse out there waiting
to string us up from the tallest tree,

and I want to know some answers.

Seems we're centre of a set up.

What, a set up?

It's just poor timing
and a bungled robbery

thanks to these lug headed numbskulls
bringing heat to our doorstep.

You know, I'm starting to think

that perhaps you ladies
aren't quite the professionals I thought.

And I'm starting to think

the best contribution you can bring
to this conversation is silence.

Well, I'm just a businessman.
What do I know?

You know, it seems to me like we all
is in something of a predicament.

You can say that again.

I thought that we'd go out
with a bang.

Here and now.

Jesus Christ, you been carrying
that around this whole time?

We're dead men if we go,
we're dead men if we stay.

And I ain't cowering in some cave
hostage to you bastards,

or being fodder for some hungry posse.

That is the smartest thing
you've said thus far.

But, I'd like to explore some
other options, if you don't mind.

We don't need to start no shoot outs
or blow ourselves up

we just need to wait for Casey,
he'll get us out.

Like fuck he will.

Son of a bitch is so crooked

he can swallow nails
and spit out corkscrews.

I ain't been so sure of anything
in my whole life.

He'll be here, he probably just had to go
the long way round, lose a tail.

Maybe, maybe he got caught,
that's how they knew you was coming here.

That sheriff has himself a loud mouth.

I can't help but think that if he'd caught
my brother, he'd let us know.

Would you please put that thing down?

Fine.

But I'm keeping this.

Shit.

Fuck!

His brother fucked us.

That is not your gold.

You goddamn right it's not my gold!

Yeah, your brother just sent us
on a long walk

so we could get caught and strung up,
which is exactly what I would have done.

You don't know him, he ain't like you.

You can keep the rest of my fee.

Go on, take a look at it, take a look.

Yeah, that's it, that's right.

Lead coins.

He took every last piece!

He didn't even have the decency
to leave us one lousy coin.

I hate to say it friend,

but I don't really see
what else could have happened.

Your brother owes me for five bullets.

He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't.

People do all kinds of strange things
when money gets involved.

He wouldn't.

I wish I could say it's the worst
I've seen blood kin do to one another…

but it ain't.

Not even close.

Your brother is a no good, thieving,
double crossing snake.

Now you digest that
with what is left of your gut

and the bullet he left in you
for me to take out.

Do you reckon we'll still get
some of that thousand dollars

the sheriff promised us?

I'm not doing this for shits and giggles.

I mean, I was, like,
who don't want to be part of a posse?

But, a thousand dollars?

I could get my wife some gingham
and shut her up.

So, do you do this
sort of thing a lot, do you?

I've done enough.

Oh, they call me Johnny Romford.

Johnny Romford, who calls you that?

Everyone?

Hey, that sheriff's
a bit of a prick, isn't he?

It's his first day.
But we're on the same page now.

Page?

I don't read mate,
I'm more of a doer, you know what I mean?

Have you done this before?

Oh, I'm from Hornchurch, mate.

Well, you ever killed a man?

See previous answer.

So what's a posh bloke like you doing
in a place like this?

What makes you think I'm posh?

Well, you can read, can't you?

What do you know about the back entrance?
To the mines, I mean.

What you get up to in the brothel
is entirely your, uh, your business.

There ain't no back entrance,
those women weren't robbers.

This is all bullshit.

Oh.

Isn't that a back entrance?

Let's go.

Don't bleed on my stuff.

Oh, his blood is coagulating just fine.

He ain't one of those "homophiliacs."

Even so.

Looks like your friend there

is going to last about as long as a pint
of whiskey in a five-handed poker game.

I done what I could.

Waste of time, that was.

Hey, watch it.

You're mighty antsy, is all.

Been travelling with these ladies here
for a month now.

It's a miracle we haven't all
shot each other yet.

I don't give a fuck.

I would quite like to get my gun back
and go out there and shoot that posse.

We're waiting for my brother.

Oh, here he goes again.

No one's coming.

His brother ran off and is mighty rich,
he don't need to go down no mine.

We got separated.

What do they mine here, anyway?

Gold.

Yeah, looks like they tapped it out
or something.

Yeah, tapped it out.

You okay there?

Why did you suggest this town, Bathwater?

It's a gold town,
what better place you looking for?

Gold town with an empty mine.

Strange place to rob, is what I've been
thinking for some time now.

I'm a businessman, not a miner.

What do you want from me?
There's other mines, I'm sure.

Yeah.

Hey, I did my research.

This town was built on the promise
of gold rich hills.

But, well, it didn't quite turn out
to be the case, now did it?

Interesting.

Right.

How did you folks meet, anyway?

Oh, we've been on the road since forever.

Cassidy here, he's…

We met Cassidy on the road.

Offered us a little something
for protection,

then came up with the great idea
of robbing that bank.

Look, fascinated as I am about
the specifics of mine durability,

none of that's going to matter if that
posse comes down and shoots us all.

You an outlaw?

Not as a rule.

But hell, what is an outlaw nowadays?

I'm no gun hand, that's for sure.

But I also know it's pretty damn hard

to stay entirely on the right side
of the law if you want to eat.

Yeah, ain't that the truth?

Damn it, goddamn it.

I'm just a businessman whose investment
has turned a little sour, that's all.

Way I see it,

I'm just as likely to catch lead
as any of you when bullets start flying.

Fuck this place,
we'll regroup and rob the next town over.

This is Sheriff Buford J Noone.

Again.

I'm going to give you all
to the count of three to come out.

Then we're coming in all guns blazing.

Give me my gun back, I'll fight.
I just need some bullets.

You all can pick through them bodies
afterwards to figure that reward.

What you ladies go to say to that?

All right, have it your way.

One.

Two.

-Three.
-I'm a hostage!

A hostage?

Yeah.

In a mine?

Yeah.

Bullshit!

Bull true, asshole.

My name… my name is Cassidy John Boucher.

You a hostage.

You alive?

It would appear as such.

What the fuck are you doing in there
with those fugitives, Boucher?

If that's who you say you is.

We gone and had two skirts
and another fella robbed our town.

I'm likely to believe you is one of them.
So we're coming in!

No, no, no! I've got information!

What are you talking about?

Does anyone in there know who you is?

Not exactly.

I'm guessing you and I both know
you'll be in a barrel of shit

if you go blowing me out of my boots
in your clusterfuck of a raid.

All right, I admit it, I'm rich.

Kind of.

We're going in.

Fuck!

Hell, they want hostages,
we've got two of them, I reckon.

Fuck you.

-Not when I'm sober… or drunk.
-Stop it.

All right, I'll go out there,
you just give me a gun and some bullets,

and I'll take care of the sheriff--

Damn it, goddamn it.
Just give me a goddamn gun!

Motherfucker!

You guys are mean.

Hostage my ass.

Sir?

This place has been abandoned for years.

Whoever the fuck they got in there,
it's one of their gang, that's who.

So we're going in?

Yeah, fuck that hostage.

Even if he gets killed,
we say they shot him, you understand?

-Sure.
-All right.

All right, get yourselves ready.

Only way this is going to go down
is hard and fast.

I'm going to be right behind you all.

The plan is this,
you get yourselves into that cave.

If it moves, you shoot it until it don't.

That's it.

Get yourselves into position.

God help you all.

They're coming, I know it.

They ain't taking me alive.

Well, I didn't know you was still alive.

We have to take them out.
Come on now, give me my gun.

I'll go out there and I'll put a bullet
right in between that sheriff's eyes

and then we'll have something of a bond.

Give the man his piece.

Humph. And Dallas' piece.

Might as well.

You wouldn't mind exchanging some lead
for bullets, would you?

Go on.

Thank you kindly.

I don't know guys, we start shooting now,
there's only one way this ends.

Hey, how about I step outside, hmm?
Maybe talk them down?

From what I understood you want to have
nothing to do with the law.

Well… in an ideal world, no.

But needs must. Any better ideas?

I'll talk to them here and you guys run.

Nothing back there but more mine.

You trying to get rid of us?

Well, it's better than
getting shot down here, ain't it?

You stand a chance then, at least.

You really think Casey screwed us?

There are plenty of places
to pick them off.

Hell, he could put a real dent in their
numbers before they even get to him.

Every one of us
can walk out of here clean.

We can do that much better from in here.

We'd be better off
if we were spread out a bit.

Think on it,
you can lead them into the dark.

I could hold them off from here.

Anyone does that, they're dead for sure.

Oh.

Maybe there's another exit back there
or something, I don't…

Why would you say that?

I mean there might be.

What are you cooking up?

Cooking up a crock of shit, that's what.

Wha…

Well, why don't we all just relax, huh?

I'm…

I'm just going to step outside, hmm?

And like I said,

do the very decent thing
of buying you all some time to--

Oh, Jesus!

How's about you just hang out here
instead?

Fuck this!

I'm going out there to shoot this sheriff.
Just like I promised.

Oh, him you'll let?

Go and kill them "homophiliacs!"

Which one of you sons of bitches
is the sheriff?

Shit.

Come and get me, you fuckers!

You're fairly certain your brother
wouldn't stab you in the back, right?

My brother's done a lot of things,

but he wouldn't do that, not to me.

Suppose you stole
what you all thought was gold…

but that gold had already been stolen?

What on earth are you talking about?

Maybe that bank wanted to be robbed,

just needed someone desperate enough
to go and do the job.

Fuck.

Jess.

You're crazy.

How would that even work? For what?

The insurance, maybe.

Then why not just claim the insurance?

Jess, you're a smart girl,

but I really don't think
you're making much in the way of sense.

First of all, I ain't no girl.

I was married to the sickest
son of a bitch this side of Colorado,

I'm a woman.

Second of all,
that sheriff up there seems pretty intent

on killing the people
that robbed that bank,

without a trial, I'm willing to bet,
despite his offer of a rope

seems to think them people
is me and Annie.

Well, he would have been right
in just about an hour or so,

soon as Shandor showed up.

I told you all,
my brother would not double cross me,

You idiots just got to the bank
before we did.

Who came up with this plan?

We all did.

Felt that way, didn't it?

I should have listed to my gut.

But I wanted to get us away
from this kind of life

and I wanted it too quick.

I'm sorry, Annie.

Well…

it's been fun, ain't it?

Maybe it's time we wrap it up.

Say, where did Shandor go?

It was always Shandor I was interested in.

He's worthless.

What do you want with him?

Someone needs to get away with the… gold.

Unknown faceless Shandor
was to have gotten away with it.

In the eyes of the law,
he would have made off with the gold.

The gold, the bankers would have kept,
and claimed stolen for insurance.

And Cassidy here…

Well, he would have killed us both

and added that thousand buck ransom
on our heads to their quarry.

He set it up for us to hit the bank.

With no gold in it.

Well, it's like I said.

People do all kinds of strange things
when money gets involved.

Nobody move.

Hmm.

Interesting.

Annie! Annie, look at me!

Come on, boys!

Oh, I'm scared over here,
just waiting for you!

I'm real lonely.

What you waiting for?
I'm ripe for picking, boys.

You yellow sons of bitches!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it.

There wasn't even any money in that place.

All we got was--

Lead.

You all that's left?

I hope not.

Who's up there?

Just me, sheriff!
Everybody else got killed.

All right, you two get yourself
in that mine, see who's left.

And remember, there's a bounty to claim.
You get them bitches heads.

Yeah, we got to get them!

Yeah!

You got any fight left in you?

Noone said he wants the heads.

A thousand bucks between two fellas
will go a long way.

Sheriff, sheriff!

Oh, God, it's terrible!

Sheriff, oh, my God!
What a scene, it's awful, oh, my God!

Sebastian!

Oh, they're dead, they're all dead.

It was a bleeding massacre.

I mean, I got a few of them,
but I'm lucky to be out alive.

Limey Joe took a bullet.
Oh, God, they're all dead.

Everyone?

Everyone, I'm the only one left.

It's just me, it's just me.

I'm free!

Well, our little plan that nobody
got killed didn't work out that way.

But with everyone dead,

I suppose we can be rest assured that
nothing inconspicuous is going to get out.

I'm going to make sure of that fact.

I'm going to take that reward Cassidy
was meant to claim

and spread it out amongst the widows…
not all of it, mind.

Just enough for them to stop digging.

-Very good.
-Very, very good.

'Suppose that gold split three ways goes
a little further as well, now don't it?

-Indeed it does, sheriff.
-Indeed it does.

Well, may I suggest that we drink up,
head over to the jail, pick it up,

and then you fine gentlemen can fill out
all the necessary paperwork

for your insurance claim.

Mrs Timms?

No! No, no!