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Mr. Beauregard!

We have an answer for you
from New Orleans.

What'd they say?

"Sundowner sails at 21st. Stop."

Destination Europe.
Stop. Reservation...

"confirmed. Stop.
Request deposit 5OO dollars. Stop."

- Hey! What about the 5OO dollars?
- Don't worry.

The important thing is
there's a ship.

Hey!

1O dollars!

How'd he do it, Pa?
I know he had one shot!

It's a question of speed, son.

Pa, ain't nobody faster than him?

Faster than him?

Nobody.

Red!

Too late to meet you.

Who did it?

You did...

when you first started
looking for me.

Where's Nevada?

Hold up in Acoma.

He ain't about to move from there.

What were you doing here?
Who shot you?

- Go...
- Where?

You go screw yourself.

You and you alone...

was responsible to me and
my men for making the gold legal.

Instead, Sullivan, you chase
after your own personal affairs!

You're leaving a trail of dead bodies
all the way across the state!

A trail that leads straight here.

- Jack Beauregard.
- Yeah.

We pay you 'cause
you're respectable.

A gentleman!

Bought a worked out gold mine
and discovered a new vein.

But any suspicion that falls on you,
falls on the gold.

What are you afraid of?

You got everyone exactly
where you want them.

I've reached out the truth
from the rooftops.

I could bring the sheriff
in here and say:

"Look, if we didn't add
that stolen gold of yore...

this mine would
only produce rocks!"

I could even show them
and nobody would believe me.

- And they'd all be blind and deaf.
- But not dumb!

There's talk going around,
Sullivan.

Talk has a way of getting into places
where there ain't no fear.

The ore that
comes out of this mine...

has got to be refined legally!

You keep your hands clean,
Sullivan.

But if I don't kill Beauregard first,
he'll kill me.

That's right.

Two things go straight to a
man's heart: bullets and gold.

You're telling me
to buy Jack Beauregard?

Why not?

We bought you.

Buy him or kill him!
But do it fast.

Do you hear me? Fast!

Hey! Load up 2O
of them horseshoes.

- Is it going to take much longer?
- Nearly that.

You got nothing but junk here.
Look at this.

Who's gonna buy this?

And this?

Even a broken shoe.

Hey! You!

Hey, where'd he come from?

What are you doing in there?

- Sleeping.
- This ain't no hotel.

- What are you looking for?
- A horse.

Hey, make him pay first!

Why?

'Cause you don't look like you're
gonna live long enough to get credit.

Where are you going?

The secret of a long life
is to try not to shorten it.

Hey! Hold on there!

- Maybe I can get you a horse.
- Honest?

Sure. But first you got
to do me a little favor.

Come here.

Gimme here!

There's a pal of mine
over there in that saloon.

You take him this basket. When
you get back, I'll find you a horse.

This pal of yours is
Jack Beauregard, huh?

A bargain is a bargain.

- A horse, huh?
- Sure, son.

The best.

I smell beans and bacon, Bonita.

That's right. They're for
the three men out there.

Better let me have it. I don't think
they'll be hungry much longer.

Is the ship still there?

"Sailing takes 16 days. Stop.

Must have 5OO dollars
to confirm reservation. Stop."

What should I tell
New Orleans, mister?

There's still 16 days.

16 days ain't very long.
Even for someone like you.

If you go away,
who's gonna be left?

Nobody.

Maybe so, but a man's
gotta quit sometime.

Sometime.

But someone like you
gotta go out with style.

You come here
just to tell me that?

Oh, no.

For me?

What'd you think it's in it?

I reckon it's a bomb.

I reckon you're right.
Who sent it?

Three fellows out there.
Only three.

- Only?
- Yeah, like that time in El Paso.

5th of March, 1882.

Billy Mason...

John Murray...

Fred Carson.

82 was one of your best years.
In April...

- Why'd you bring me this for?
- A horse.

Like I was saying, in April,
in Albuquerque...

four: Jackson,
Johnson, Murdoch...

and Champion.

How many horses do you
want to take it back?

None. My pleasure.

But it was in the fall
that you really scored.

September. Socorro.

Five.

Milton, Woolman, Firestone,
McDonald and Valence.

How come you know
so much about me?

Everyone knows about
Jack Beauregard.

Only hope for law and order
in the West.

Son, let me give you
a little advice.

If you start admiring someone,
pretty soon you're envious...

so you start showing off,
taking chances.

Before you know it,
you're dead.

Well, it ain't good for some folks
to live too long.

And in Gila Blend,
how many did you get that time?

Six. Oh, no! Seven!

Counting that fellow that tried to gun
you when you were backwards to him.

He says he don't want it!

But you never got
15O all at once.

You know, since I was a boy
I always dreamed of you like that.

An immense open plain.

15O pure bred sons of bitches
on horseback...

and you facing them. Alone.

Why only 15O?

The Wild Bunch.
They are only 15O. That's why.

Yeah, 15O and shooting right
like there's thousands.

Who are you anyway?

- Who? Me? Nobody.
- Tell you what...

first you get to be somebody,
then you and me will surround them.

Yeah. Hey, that's no good.
You got to face them alone!

You on one side,
and them on the other!

You won't need
to wash it this time!

What was in that basket?

Do you want a hand?

Hey, Jack!

Jack, I've found a horse! Wait!

Turn around, you!

- You mean we gotta shoot it out?
- So you're Beauregard's friend?

I wish I was.
You know what they say?

He could draw his gun 3 times before
the other fellow even starts reaching.

Like this.

Well, if we gotta shoot it out,
I'm ready.

Well, just...

Hey, you gotta admit,
he did deliver the basket.

Yeah, sure.

- But that son of...
- Beauregard. He didn't want it.

You're right!
Guess you won yourself a horse.

Thanks, "amigo".
I'll take this one.

Help me!

"Arinauabecapicapa."

"Arinaua. Arinaua."

Blessed is the man who shares
his neighbor's burden.

Seen a white man around here?

I'm looking for a white man.
Did you see him?

Where is he?

Don't worry. I won't hurt him.
He's my brother.

What are you doing here?

Praying.

- Good thing you are.
- Why?

'Cause you're always following me,
and I don't like it.

I got a lot of friends here.

Chief Broken Branch
died yesterday.

The priest got there in time,
but the Medicine men didn't.

What brings you here
among the ancients anyway?

I'm looking for someone.

"Sam Peckinpah".

That's a beautiful name
in Navajo.

- Friend or enemy?
- That's my business.

Listen to this one.

"Renapoknomoh".

- What's his name?
- That's his business.

"Nevada Kid".

You know where he is?

Must be down below.

It's always the best
who are the first to go.

Which means you
ain't going nowhere.

Stay here with your
Indian friends for good.

What's the matter, boy?
You gotta have a crowd watching?

You said you was nobody.

Here's your chance to make a name
for yourself on one of them.

Turn around!

Draw.

Let's bring my personal
history up to date.

Today, June 3rd, 1899: Nobody.

You're the kind that needs
an audience so you can show off.

Four shots, one hole.
Just like the good old days.

There was never any
"good old days".

Tell me, what's your game?

When I was a kid I used to make
believe I was Jack Beauregard.

And now that
you're all growed-up?

I'm more cautious.
But sometimes running a little risk...

can bring bigger rewards,
you know?

If the risk is little,
the reward is little.

First Nevada... then Red.

- They even tried to get me twice.
- They'll try again.

What the hell are you up to?

You'll find out.

I see clear as crystal...

Jack Beauregard, standing alone,
facing the Wild Bunch.

Just think of it. You'll be written up
in all the History books!

You'll be down on earth
reading them.

While I'm up there
playing on a harp.

You shine like a door
of a whorehouse.

A blind man can spot
you 1O miles off.

Well, I like folks to see me.

Maybe folks don't share
your pleasure.

Thanks.

But I prefer my own. Lets the
air through. Charms the wits.

It's just a matter of time before
someone's gonna shoot holes in yours!

Out of the way, shorty!

Or I'll crush you underfoot
like a flee!

You don't look so smart from up here.
I can't hardly see you!

You got the message?

See me better now?

I wish I'd never seen you!

Here's a go! Anybody else?

Come on!
Anybody else wants to try?

I wanna try.

Have another try.

It's like courting a woman, folks.

You give her the glad eye,
she gives you a black eye!

You offer her a beefsteak,
she grinds your meat. Hurry, hurry!

Come on out here and have a try!
Come on now, folks! Get ready!

He's all yours! If you're close
to him, he doesn't swing.

Use your skill to hit their heads!
Let's see who gets the prize tonight!

He who scores five hits
will get the prize tonight!

Come on, folks!
Give them anything you want!

Three hits for only half a dollar!
Seven for only a dollar!

And for the price of only two dollars,
I'll offer you six, I mean...

six ripe cantaloupes!
And when I say ripe, believe me...

- I mean ripe. Come on!
- Let me try it.

Come on! Move your arms now!

Come on, folks!
Give them what you want!

Close it fast! Let them thrown!

Come on! Move your arms now!

Watch your aim!

Come on, everybody!
Give them everything you've got.

The fun of the game...

What did you say
the fun of the game is?

Son of a bitch!

I'm gonna stay
as long as I like!

I got as much right
as anyone to be here!

Sleep tight, grandpa!

You stinky-minding pokeheads!

One of these days, the worm is gonna
churn and nip you all right in the butt!

You tell your
stinking boss Sullivan!

Who the hell are you?

I'll take 3 on Squirrel!

Another 1O dollars on Squirrel.

Folks!

Bring them on on Squirrel!

He's a quick shot, folks,
but he can also miss!

Come on, now!
This could be your lucky chance!

Hi.

Beer.

- How'd you like to play with this?
- Like that?

Hey, what's the game?
Can I play too?

Sure.

Anyone can play.

If you can afford it,
if you can shoot...

and if you can drink.

Okay, I'll have a go.

- 1O... 2O.
- You know the rules:

You gotta hit the glass
before it hits the floor.

Come on, folks! Who'll take me on?
Place your bets.

Who'll take 2 to 1
on the stranger?

2 to 1! This is real special!
Any takers? Come on, folks!

Hey, Marshal! Marshal, here!

Can I do with milk?

Okay, 5!
Come on, folks, 5 to 1!

Come on! Who'll take me on?

Here's 6 for me, marshal!

Lucky skunk!

That one got away.

Lucky bastard!

Come on now, 7 to 1!
Who'll take me on?

Lucky shit!

Hold it!

The game is over.

- Lucky...
- That he wasn't aiming at you.

Here you are. 2OO.

Give me a whiskey.
These games sure make a man thirsty.

That evens
the score for glasses.

Now let's try pistols.

These upside down pistols
of yours really worry me.

Fellows that carry them
like that are bad men.

Clown.

- Now you can't miss.
- Smart aleck.

Those like you never
seem to catch on.

It's actually very simple.

Now pay attention.

Have you?

We play for higher
stakes up here.

Look who's talking to you.

Why don't you join us?

It ain't nice to shoot
a man in the back.

Is it a game that two can play?

If you know the rules.

For me, every game
has the same rule.

Play to win.

The whole town's gotta
see this game.

Big audience, big take.

Two thousand.

Who's gonna lose this hand?

Loser will be here
tomorrow morning.

Name's Jack Beauregard.

That's a name to reckon with.

How much do you reckon?

Five hundred?

A thousand more, perhaps.

I reckon I may never spend it.
Why Jack Beauregard?

Will this do for an answer?

You paid for a front row seat.
Don't miss the show.

I won't.

Hey!

That's only three shots.
You still got one to go.

The next one might hit
a couple of inches lower.

Your life is hanging by a thread,
Mr. Beauregard.

Looks like you finally got your
audience, so I guess we can...

- Wind up this little story.
- It's an old story for you.

January '86. Madison.
Same situation, remember?

Except I was facing
three bastards that day.

Exactly.

Seems like that hole was just
aching for another bullet.

Remember, boys,
when the spirit is willing...

the flesh has the strength of ten.

- Can I send a telegram?
- Yes, sir.

It will cost you 25 cents a word.

Maritime Company, New Orleans.

Request confirmation reservation
Sundowner sailing 12 day. Stop.

5OO dollar deposit follow.
Stop.

Signed: Jack Beauregard.

Look who's back.

What are you holding
that up there for?

Idiots!

You go catch those two.

He's gone into the corner room.

Come on. Quiet.

Up there. I guess he's asleep.

I heard him
setting his alarm clock.

Well, this will awake him
quicker than any alarm.

He must be right up there.

I'll go.

- Did you get him?
- No, I didn't.

- He must be on the other side.
- I'm here.

- Break a mirror is bad luck.
- Give me a match.

Light it.

Well, it only last one minute.

Light it!

Don't... don't you think
I ought to get down?

People go around wasting days
and weeks and years...

and all of a sudden
there's only 3O seconds to go.

No! Wait! I got stuck in!

It stopped.

It happens to everyone,
sooner or later.

Don John, where are you?

I'm here.

Me too.

Wait! Bang!

Thank you, man.

- It's real funny!
- Nothing funny about death.

Shut up!

There are eight of them!

- Look!
- What a lot of nobody!

Reflection is one and all.
But in truth there's only one.

- Guess which is that son of a gun.
- The third one!

You really are slippin'.
Hold this.

Who? Me?

Yes, you!

- Well?
- Well...

Nevada and that other
sneak thief Wayne...

had pulled me out.

For 2OO dollars!

My part was all I had. My share
of the mine for 2OO stinking dollars!

And then the bank shifted.

I got so mad it gave me asthma!

That's the way I'm forced to live now.
I have to breath this shit!

I don't want to talk no more
about that stinking business.

Ain't no use in persisting!

If you want to persist...

you'll have to persist harder!

It was Red himself who told me.

The whole story.

That ain't no mine.
It's just a hole in the ground.

Nobody ain't never gonna
find no gold in there.

That city sleeker.
That Sullivan...

he wants to buy it
for 6OO dollars.

And that ain't hay dough.

But he could live on
your share of it for a year.

That's what they told me.

- Then what?
- The year run out...

the money run out,
and the liquor run out.

Here, this will quench your thirst.

And cut to the point 'cause
I got no more dough either.

Damnation! That mine
began pouring out gold...

like the mine was made of it.

And I say I deserve a share.

At least enough
to keep me in liquor.

And what did Red and Nevada do?

They ran off somewhere.
The dirty coyotes!

Red and Nevada are dead.
You can drink to their memory.

It's like I said, he who lives by
the sword will get nipped in the butt.

No, no, no! I surrender!

Next time, knock before
you come busting in.

Are you playing games?

There'd been a lot of guys
trying to kill me...

just so they can brag about it
for the rest of their lives.

You had your audience this morning
and you had your target.

That kind of opportunity
don't knock twice.

Well, it depends on
your point of view.

- It's a dangerous game.
- Yeah.

It ain't easy to make balls spin.

But even if you do, sooner or later,
they're bound to wind up in the hole.

It's gone in! It's gone in!

Missed by a hair!

Fact is you saved my life today.

But I'd rather is my fault I got shot,
than your fault I didn't.

That's a pile of
horse manure, son.

It's better not to get shot
for nobody's fault.

Why did you blow in these balls?
I don't count.

- I wanted to let out some air.
- While you're letting out all that air...

suppose you tell me why you were
sitting in the street this morning.

I got tired of standing.

You keep turning your back to me.

Seems like you trust me too much,
or maybe you trust yourself too much.

You ever heard the story
about the little birdy?

My grandpa used to tell it to me.

When I was a boy, man didn't live
long enough to become grandpas.

It wasn't easy, son,
but it could be that.

See?

There was this little birdie
who didn't even know how to fly yet.

One freezing cold night, he tumbles out
of his nest, lands on the ground.

Well, he starts going...

like crazy 'cause he's
damn nearly freezing!

Lucky for him.
Along comes this cow...

sees him, and feels
sorry for him. So...

she lifts her tail...

and... drops a steaming hot
cowpat right on him.

The little birdie is nice
and warm again...

but it still ain't happy
and keeps going...

Louder than ever.

A mean old coyote hears him
and comes on running.

He reaches out a paw...

and pulls him out of the cow pie.

He brushes the dirt
on him real nice...

and then...

swallows the birdie down
in one gulp!

Grandpa said there was
a moral there...

but you have to figure it out
for yourself.

Bird...

coyote... cow pie... don't make
no sense to me, not at all.

You still believe in fairy tales.

Yeah.

For example...

this is a good guy
who's gotta avenge his brother.

And this is the bad guy...

who's gonna get killed because
he shot the good guy's brother.

- And this...
- Is my blue-eyed angel...

who protects me from harm.

That's Nobody.

That leaves you and me
face to face.

No.

That leaves you alone...

against 15O.

You're sure trying hard
to make a hero out of me.

You're that already.
You just need a special act.

Something to make
your name a legend.

What I don't understand is:
What difference it makes to you?

A man who is a man needs
someone to believe in.

I've had all kinds in my life...

thieves and killers...

pimps and prostitutes...

con men and preachers.

Even a few fellows
that told the truth.

The kind of man
you're talking about, never.

Maybe you've never met them...

but hardly ever they're
the only ones who count.

Reckon this fellow's name
is Sullivan?

I reckon it is.

Hey! Hey!

He's taking Sullivan away!

But Sullivan is nothing.
It's the Wild Bunch on the back of him.

We've got to warn that gent fella.

Don't you see?
If he kills Sullivan...

he'll have 15O blood thirsty
cutthroats on his tail!

He's gonna make
trouble for himself.

No, he's gonna make
a name for himself.

The way he's galloping,
he must be in a hurry to make it.

If you kill me, the Wild Bunch will
know that you're on to their game.

They told me,
kill him or buy him.

I wouldn't have tried,
unless it was my last chance.

You know what Nevada was like.
We had a little agreement...

him, Red and me,
for an extra share between us.

But you know even better than
me how he hated sharing anything.

And he deserved the bullet he got.
Red did it.

But I kept his share.

And it's yours now.
Take all you want.

You can live like a king
for 1OO years.

I don't intend to get that old.

I only need 5OO.

Is there a telegraph
office in town?

- How do I get a train for New Orleans?
- Follow the tracks east of Kimble.

There is a train
from there every Friday.

Disappointed?

Yep.

I thought I could count
on your brotherly feeling.

Beats me how kids like you think
if a man's older than you...

he goes along with old
fashioned notions like...

like "blood is
thicker than water".

Sure Nevada was my brother...

but he was a grade A skunk
who shot people in the back.

And what's more,
he stole 1O thousand dollars off me.

I ain't risking my life
to avenge him.

My, my! How modern
the old folks are becoming!

But a hero can't run away
from his destiny.

My destiny is to get
the hell out of here.

I've got an appointment with a ship
that's sailing for Europe.

Sometimes you run smack
into your destiny...

on the very road you take
to get away from it.

If you're still thinking
about the Wild Bunch, forget it.

I ain't taking them on.

You will, Jack. You will.

Put it over there.

Hold it!

- Where is it going?
- Use your eyes, man.

Ain't it certain?

But...

who's driving it? Who?

They've stolen the train!

There's only 150 of them...

but they ride like
they were thousands.

A man's gotta quit sometime.

But someone like you
has gotta go out with style.

Just think of it.

150 pure bred sons of bitches
on horseback...

and you facing them. Alone.

You'll be written up
In all History books.

And you'll be down
on earth reading them.

While I'm under it,
In my grave.

You shine like a door
of a whorehouse.

I like folks to see me.

You'll end In History.

You'll end In History.

You'll end In History.

You'll end In History.

You'll end In History!

Well...

now you got me
in the History books...

- How do I quit?
- There's only one way.

How's that?

You gotta die.

Where?

Where there's lots of people.

They gonna shoot each other!

Come on!
Let's get out of the way!

I told you your life was
hanging by a thread.

Dear Nobody...

dying Is not the worse thing
that can happen to a man.

Look at me. I've been dead for3 days
and now I've finally found my peace.

You used to say that my life
was hanging by a thread.

Maybe so, but I'm afraid that's your
life that's hanging by a thread now.

Well, that's one.

Let's get the other!

And there's quite a few people
who'd like to cut that thread.

Yeah, I guess it's your
way of feeling alive.

You see, it's the whole difference
between you and me.

I've always tried to steer
away from trouble...

but you seem to be looking
for it all the time.

But, I must admit, you've been
able to solve your share...

even If you like others
to take the credit.

This way you can
remain a Nobody.

You got it all nicely figured out.
But you gambled too big this time...

and there's too many people who
know you're somebody after all...

and you won't have much time
for playing your funny games.

They'll make life harder
and harder for you...

until you too meet somebody who
wants to put you down In History.

And so you'll find out that the only
way to become a Nobody again...

Is to die.

Anyhow, from now on
you'll be walking In my boots...

and maybe you won't be
laughing so loud anymore.

But you can still do one thing:

You can preserve a
little of that Illusion...

that made my generation tick.

Maybe you'll do it In your
own funny way but...

we'll be grateful just the same.

'Cause looking back...

seems to me we were all
a bunch of romantic fools...

who still believed
that a good pistol...

and quick showdown
could solve everything.

But then the
West used to be wide...

open spaces with lots
of elbow room...

when you never ran Into
the same person twice.

At the time you came
along it was changed.

Got small and crowded...

and we kept bumping on
the same people all the time.

But If you're able to run around In
the West peacefully, catching flies...

it's only because fellows
like me were there first.

The same fellows you wanna see
written up In History books.

'Cause people need something
to believe In, like you say.

But you won't be able to have it
your own way much longer...

because the country ain't
the same anymore...

and I'm already feeling
the strange In myself.

But, what's worse,
violence has changed too.

It's growing and got organized...

and a good pistol don't mean
a damn thing anymore.

But I guess you
must know all this...

'cause it's your kind of time,
not mine.

And I also figured out the
moral to your grandpa story.

The one about the cow that
cover the little bird of cow pie...

to keep it warm and then the
coyote hold it out and eat it.

It's the moral of these
new times of yours.

Folks that throw dirt on you
aren't always trying to hurt you.

And folks that pull you out of a jam
aren't always trying to help you.

But the main point is:

When you're up to your nose In shit,
keep your mouth shut.

This Is why people
like me gotta go.

And this Is why you faked
than gun fight...

to get me out of the West clean.

Anyhow, it's getting to be
one more old timer.

And the years don't make wisdom,
they just make old age.

One can be young In years
and be old In hours, like you.

I guess I'm talking like a damn
preacher, but it's your fault.

What can you expect
of a national monument?

Well, keep your mind
and heart open.

And If you ever meet one of those
many I almost never meet...

you can keep each other company
and it won't be so lonely for you.

They say distance makes
friendship grow stronger.

Maybe so. 'Cause after three days
without you dogging my tracks...

I kind of miss you.

I really gotta
sign off now, so...

even If you were a stinking nosy
troublemaker all the time...

thanks for everything
just the same.

P.S: just one more piece
of advice from an old timer:

When you're getting
a shave and cut...

be sure the right man
is wearing the jacket.