All language subtitles for Lone Hero 2002

[SPURS CLINKING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Ugh!

[GUNSHOTS]

Get him!

[GUNSHOTS]

Ugh!

[GUNSHOTS]

TIM: O-- OK.
Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

If you'd have bothered
to count my shots,

you'd a knowed I was out.

But I guess you skunks
all turn out to be cowards

when the chips are down.

[GUNSHOTS]

Ugh.

You're not dead.

Not yet.

Oh, my back is killing me.

You're doing the fall next time.

Any of you all know how
to get ketchup stains out.

Yeah.

Stop smearing the shit on
yourself in the first place.

Well, kids seem to like it.

SHARON: It was
founded in 1881 ahead

of the gold rush [INAUDIBLE]
population of nearly 1,000.

700 more than live here today.

[BELL RINGING]

[GUNSHOT]

[MUSIC - HEADSTONES, "STREETS OF
LAREDO"]

[BANGING]

[RADIO CHATTER]

[BANGING]

[GUNSHOT]

[SMASH]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[SMASH]

[GUNSHOT]

[SMASH]
[GUNSHOT]

[SMASH]

Hey, I got some
[INAUDIBLE] in my car.

You guys wanna kill some time.

Oh, yeah, man.

Beats working.

Maybe next time.

What?

Oh.

Right.

Good thinking, John.

Keep the nose clean.

Marshall asshole might
promote you to his deputy.

Hey, good show today, John.

Oh, yeah?

Which one did you like?

You like the, uh-- the
10:00, the 11:00, 1:30,

2:30, 3:30, 4:30, or the 5:15?

Which one of 'em?

You know you're showing me
a lot of enthusiasm, John.

Yeah?

Get those other
jokers to [INAUDIBLE].

You know, you need
to visualize more.

Visualize?

The funny thing about our
craft is that, uh, you know,

we have to believe in the
story in order to make

other people believe it.

OK.

You're an outlaw.

Sure, you're a tough character,
but you're also a coward

when the chips are down.

Yeah, I believe I might have
heard that line somewhere.

Yeah, and I'm, well,
Marshall Bill Harris.

Sure.

You know, you've heard
my reputation everywhere.

When I call you
out, you're afraid.

No, you're terrified.

[INAUDIBLE] you don't
want to fight me 'cause

you know you're gonna lose.
-Yeah.

So-- so why don't-- why
don't I just give then?

Yeah.

You know, when you
come out that door,

I need to see more terror.

I need to feel the terror.

[GUNSHOTS]

[KNOCKING]

Take her once around the block.

I'm off duty.

[INAUDIBLE] the price.

Oh.

Aren't you gonna
give me the tour?

Why, over there we have a
beautiful view of nothing.

Coming up around the bend
we have some more nothing.

Wow.

In 1889, nothing
happened there.

Eventually, though,
we'll make our way

to a great, big old dead end.

It's true.

Well, you know, train
runs in a circle,

so we're-- we're likely to end
up right back where we started.

Correct.

We should talk, hon.

The good news is
that I got accepted

into UCLA for the Fall.

I got the letter today.

Congratulations.

Course, I didn't even
you you'd applied.

Well, I didn't want anyone to
find out if I didn't get in,

you know?

Well, it looks like we can't
come back to Idaho anymore.

[GUNSHOT]

There a trick to
shoot like that.

Well, 50 years of practice, if
you want to call that a trick.

Let me see your gun.

I got some 45 shells in
the silverware drawer.

You wanna grab 'em?

Yeah, sure.

Undignified end to a
real fine shooting piece.

Practically a glorified cap gun.

[GUNSHOT]

See if there's something back
there you think you can hit.

All right.

Try and hit that
flamingo from here.

[INAUDIBLE].

Yeah.

No.

Something a little further back.

How about that no
trespassing sign?

All right.

Try and hit that.

[GUNSHOT]

Don't think about it so much.

Just, uh, shoot
the way you shoot

when you're playing cowboy.

Yeah?

GUS: Yeah.
All right.

[GUNSHOT]

OK.

OK.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

GUS: Aw.

I had sentimental
attachment to that bird.

We go back to when I had a lawn.

Well, we had to figure she
was gonna break up with you

eventually, right?
-Yeah.

Yeah, Tim, I always--
always figured

you'd sweep her off her feet.
[LAUGHTER]

It could've
happened, all right?

-No, it couldn't have.
-Yes.

No.

I should've seen this
coming a mile away.

Well, you're always
blaming yourself.

Fucking blame her,
for fuck's sake.

I mean, what?

JOHN: What the hell is this?

Oh, that's a portable phone.

I one it in a poker game in
Lawrence Creek last week.

Piece of shit
doesn't work, though.

Here.

Hey.

What?

Those things don't
just work, you dumb ass.

What?

You got to go
somewhere where they got

service for those things, man.

That means you gotta drive like
200 miles to the nearest town

to have service.

[INAUDIBLE] 190 miles farther
than you ever been, man.

Well, whatever, man.
Maybe Sharon'll buy it off me.

They gotta have service
in Los Angeles, right?

PABLO: All right, it's your
round, you cheap bastard.

That's bull shit.
It's John's round.

How do you figure that, man?

It's fucking John's round.

Smokey, who's round is it?

Smokey, who's round is it?

TIM: I just bought.

Hey, Smoke.

--[INAUDIBLE] about
your girl, John.

I guess it's all over town.

I just heard you
tell Pablo and Tim.

Two more.

You know, this is some
sorry ass small town.

I mean, I've been in a
lot sorry ass small towns,

but this is one of the smallest.

Not to mention the
sorry [INAUDIBLE],

wouldn't you say there, Dog?

Damn small, Bart.

You probably don't get
robbed a whole lot, huh?

I mean, six fucking
customers a night.

There's probably not enough
not enough in that register

to make you worth robbing.
Hm.

That-- that might
be worth taking.

Anything in a frame
usually is, Dog.

And I do like guns.

Oh, yeah.

Anybody wanna make the news?

Now see, you're more likely to
get your name mentioned if you

get killed than if you don't.

Personally I consider being
a famous fool a disincentive

to action.

[SMASH]

[INAUDIBLE]

Ugh!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

Now that y'all are down, you
might as well stay there.

[GUNSHOT]

Fuck!

[LAUGHTER]

Just like I thought.

Not even worth the taking.

Hey, Opie.

You gonna call the cops on us.

I'm gonna call a doctor first.

Looks like you hurt
Smokey pretty badly.

Yeah, well, old Smokey
remembered his moves

better than they were.

You see my jacket.

Iron Bandits.

BART: Mm-hm.

You know what that means?

I can guess.

If one of us gets
arrested, you can

count on two dozen
motherfuckers with jackets

just like these
coming into town,

finding the little faggot
that got us arrested,

and fucking him up but good.

Chances are that little
fagot's friends and family

are gonna get fucked up, too.

Something to think about while
you're calling an ambulance

for old Smokey there.

JOHN: Hang on, Smoke.

SHERIFF CAL: Any idea how
much they got away with.

Well, you'd have to
ask Smokey to be sure.

It didn't look like much.

They did get his 1895
commemorative, though.

-Oh, boy.
-Yeah.

You're pretty sure
they were bikers.

Well, they-- they had
biker jackets, and I-- I

heard 'em leave on motorcycles,
so I'm gonna say yeah.

SHERIFF CAL: Thank you, Hank.

Would you fellas recognize these
guys if you ever saw 'em again?

Sure.

Well, I-- I, uh-- I pretty much
only saw 'em from behind, Cal.

Yeah, I mean it kind
of happened fast.

I mean, I didn't a--

I, uh, don't--
don't see so good.

SHERIFF CAL: Right.

But you saw him?

Yeah, Cal, I think so.

Hey, Cal, is there
any word on Smokey?

Yeah.

They're running him up to
the hospital in Eudora.

He's not gonna die or anything
if that's what you mean.

Well, thanks for all
your help fellas.

Get home safe.

See you later.

OK.
Thanks, Hank.

[MUSIC - HEADSTONES, "HERO'S
HERO"]

Hey, Maura?

MAURA: Just a minute, John.

When you get a minute,
would you call Cal Struther

and tell him the two
robbers from Smokey's

are up here, please?
Thank you.

Put your hands in the air.

[INAUDIBLE].

Come again.

You're under arrest.

[LAUGHTER]

[INAUDIBLE] I'll be
just fine shooting you.

Yeah, you think you can get
both of us before one of us

gets you.

I know I can get you
before one of you gets me.

If that thing even works.

JOHN: You stole one pretty
much like it last night.

Why don't you tell me?

What do you say, Bart?

Man's got the drop
on us there, Dog.

[CHATTER]

Go into the jail
and get the handcuffs

out of the display case.

Now, honey.

You're gonna put your
hands on your head.

Then you're gonna lie
down on the ground slowly.

You take your hand's off your
head, and I won't shoot you.

You can still save
yourself, Opie, because I

will come back and find you.

I don't know what's
holding you up.

[CHATTER]

Lay down on your belly.

Where'd you get the
new set of balls, hoss?

-It came with the gun, Bart.
-Must have.

You're a whole new
man this morning.

Put your hands
behind your backs.

Go on.

Same rules apply, Dog.

You move, I'm gonna shoot Bart.

It's cool, Dog.

There'll be plenty
of time later.

[CHATTER]

The longer this goes on,
the worse I'm gonna make it.

I'll make it short.

[SIRENS]

Cal, Hank.

These the boys that
robbed Smokey's?

JOHN: Yeah.

Here's Smokey's 45.

This one here is Bart's.

The, uh, shotgun
is the big fellas.

I placed 'em under arrest-- a
citizen's arrest or something.

Is that OK, Cal?

Oh, sure, but, uh,
how did you, uh--

I just pointed
this thing at 'em,

and the rest just sort
of came natural like.

John, you telling
me you stopped 'em

with a gun loaded with blanks.

Son of a bitch.

Nice play, John, but pretty
soon you gonna wish you'd

shot me.
-Come on, Hank.

Get the big one.

[APPLAUSE]
-[INAUDIBLE].

SHERIFF CAL: Couple
of days, huh?

Right.
No.

That's terrific.
Great.

Thank you very much.

Judge'll be through here on
Wednesday, so don't leave town.

No, I never do.

So what's gonna happen?

Robbery and assault
are state offenses.

I imagine they'll be
taking 'em up to Eudora

if they want
lawyers or anything.

You're still planning on
pressing charges, right?

Seems like we're pretty far
along not to, doesn't it?

Pretty crazy thing
you did there, John.

I don't think I want
to play poker with you.

Not if I have a gun.

Have to admit, I
wasn't even sure you'd

cooperate, much
less go out there

and arrest them on your own.

If I'd had a chance to think
about it, I might not have.

Fact of the matter was
they were right there,

and I just pretty
much did what I did

without even thinking about it.

HANK: Excuse me, Sheriff.

SHERIFF CAL: Yeah?

The talky one
says he's entitled

to a phone call in private.

Is that right?

Sounds about right.

Keep an eye on him, though.

Well, that ain't exactly
private, though, is it?

Well, unless you'd learn
how to read lips, Hank,

you can watch him
without listening.

I guess I better get back
to work before they fire me.

Mind if I take a--
-Nah, go ahead.

Yeah, that's great.

Now listen, [INAUDIBLE]
gives you any trouble,

you just let me know.
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

You ever given any thought
to becoming a deputy?

Well, isn't that
what Hank does?

I could always use a nervy guy.

What, play cowboy
[INAUDIBLE], Cal.

I don't plan on getting
nervy again any time soon.

Thanks, though.

Leave word for
[INAUDIBLE] and get

your ass out here, all right?

Hey, John.
Would you mind?

You made me look pretty
stupid there, John.

I bet you feel pretty
good about yourself, huh?

How do you feel
about yourself, Bart?

What I said last night--
about the little faggot--

you really need to start
thinking about that.

Decide where you want to be
when things start happening,

because what's happened
so far is fun and games

compared to what happens next.

Well, Bart, with
an attitude like

that I'll just have to root
for a long jail sentence.

Take care.

Pull a gun full of blanks.

Just dumb luck you
didn't get yourself shot.

Pretty much.

-So what are you gonna do now?
-What do you mean?

I don't know.
DILLMAN: John!

John, there you are.

Uh, Mr. Dillman.

I'm sorry I'm late, but I--
-No.

Listen.
Listen.

I got a friend who was talking
to a reporter over in Eudora.

Says it's a natural hero.

Wild west hero
turns actual hero.

I-- I play a bad guy, sir.

No.
No.

I know.
No, I mean, listen.

I put it to Bill as
something temporary,

but if things work out the way
I think they're gonna, huh?

Sir, I'm not really
interested in Bill's job.

John.

John, listen.

The Red Mountain has the
grave of Wyatt Earp's cousin.

Old Jasper's gold strike
has the haunted mine rid,

for God's sake.

We are getting
killed in the battle

for ghost town supremacy.

Now, a bona fide hero
could change all of that.

What do you think about a
Marshal John Gray parade.

Well, sir, I think that
sounds kind of embarrassing.

All right, listen up in there.

This is Marshal Bill Harris.

You've got till
the count of three

to come out of there with
your hands in the air.

Then I'm coming in after ya.

One, two, two, three!

[GUNSHOTS]

[CRASH]

TIM: Let's get outta here!

Go!

-Run!
-The show's started.

Here they go.
[GUNSHOT]

Ugh!
[GUNSHOT]

Ugh!

I give up, Marshal!
You're too good.

Marshal, you hear me?

I surrender.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[DRY CLICKS]

Man of the hour.

Yeah.

Wanna explain to me
why everyone seems

more pissed off than anything?

You broke the deal.

JOHN: What deal is that?

The one where everybody
acts like sheep,

but nobody says
nothing about it.

They don't want to be reminded
they're fundamentally cowards.

100 years ago those guys
rode through this town,

everybody would turn out in
the street armed with shotguns.

Today, Smokey gets roughed up
and robbed, nobody gets upset.

And they'll turn
on you, too, John.

Just give an excuse, or half
a chance, for that matter.

ATTENDANT: That'll be, uh, $22.

How do I find the
police station?

Police station?

I need to report a crime.

[CAWING]

It's up over the
bridge a couple miles.

Can't miss it.
-OK.

Hi, baby.

You've been avoiding me.

And that surprises you.

I like the way you
took charge-- the way

you handled those two guys.

I've been thinking
about his all day, baby.

You are a complicated
woman, Sharon.

Hey.

DOG: Never thought
you ugly motherfuckers

would look so good.

It's, uh-- it's
past visiting hours.

Is that right?

It's his job.
He'd know.

Huh.

What do you think, Bart?

I think you need to get
me the fuck out of here.

[GUNSHOT]

-Ugh!
-Hank?

What the hell's going on here?

[GUNSHOTS]

Well, pretty much does
it for the local law

enforcement community.

-Nice place.
-Sure it is.

Kind of a Mayberry thing
going on around here.

How'd you get
pinched by these guys?

That's something we gotta
settle before we split.

Somebody find me a
phone book and a map.

Hey!

[CHUCKLING]

Am I somehow different
than I was this morning?

Yes.

Yes, you are.

Well, I don't think so.

So do you want to explain to
me why everyone else does?

Because a lot of people
wouldn't have done what

you did today.

Most people would not have
done what you did today.

You're a special man.

What if I don't
want to be special?

Why are you acting like
you're ashamed of what you did?

I just don't wanna be that guy.

60 years old, and
he's still telling

that one story
about the one thing

that happened to
him in his life.

Maybe you should go
out and live a few more.

Come on.
I'll give you a ride home.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Now, I'm not-- I'm not
putting him down or anything,

but I've spent a lot of years
building this character,

you know?

And people relate to that.

They relate to
Marshal Bill Harris.

You know, the way I've done it.

Can't just bring any
fella in off the street

and expect him to connect
to people that way.

I mean, I'm working off
a technique, you know?

And he's just-- he's just
working off of instinct.

You know, he's reacting.

It's not really acting, is it?

Must be more of that gang.

Gee, you think?

This is a pretty big car.

I bet it's big enough to
put both of our stuff in it

and drive straight to LA.

[SCOFFS]

Yeah, and then what?

I don't know.

You could get a
job or something.

What do you figure
I'm qualified to do?

You could be an actor.

OK, that's-- that's--
that's just ridiculous.

Honey, I'm reasonably paid.

I've got a satellite dish.

Things are pretty good.

You sure?

[GUNSHOTS]

[PHONE RINGING]

No answer.

Well, uh, that probably
means he's not at home, right?

That's a good thing, right?

Sure.
Yeah.

Yeah.

That's a good thing,
because if he's not at home,

then they can't find him.
-Yeah.

Maybe I should call Cal, huh?
-Good idea.

Right.
That is a good idea.

-Yeah.
-That's a very good.

You guys got a quarter?

Yeah, sure.
Here you go.

I don't have anything.

[HONKING]

What the hell's the ruckus?

I'm in trouble, Gus.

GUS: Yeah?

Yeah, some of those bikers.

I think I shook
some of them cutting

across [INAUDIBLE] field, but--

Well, you shook off
but one, my guess.

Listen, do you have a phone?

No.

[GUNSHOT]

Son of a bitch.
[INAUDIBLE]

Come on, Gus.

Like hell.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

There's a shotgun
under the bed.

Any reason?
[GUNSHOTS]

GUS: The possibility of
an occasion such as this.

[GUNSHOTS]

Hand grenades in
the [INAUDIBLE].

I'll stick to the
shotgun, thanks.

[GUNSHOTS]

BART: I see you.

Ha ha!

[GUNSHOT]

Hope you're not gonna
leave all the fun to me.

This is your fight, you know.

JOHN: I know.

Gus, I want you to
know I appreciate it.

In fact, you're the
first guy I thought of.

BART: We ain't gonna hurt ya.

[GUNSHOTS]

There you are, you
little bastard.

[INAUDIBLE]

Come on. [INAUDIBLE].

[GUNSHOT]

Woo hoo hoo!
[GUNSHOTS]

[INAUDIBLE] I found [INAUDIBLE].

[GUNSHOTS]

Come on, ya little pig.

Gus, you got any more shells?

GUS: Maybe.

They're around here somewhere.

BART: [INAUDIBLE].

[GUNSHOTS]

All right, never mind.

Make sure you have
bullets in yours.

[GUNSHOTS]

Don't hit me!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

Then you felt
the need to cheat?

I was just getting curious
to see who'd win this.

Your call.
What do you want to do with him?

Considering what
they done to my home,

I'd be all right killing him.

John's not up for that.
Are you, John?

I guess we should
bring him back to Cal.

That oughtta be interesting.

First we should put him away.

Away?

You know, I could
suffocate in here.

No.

You fellas ventilated
my car just fine.

How do you like that?

Shells were behind the
wreckage after all.

Us or them.

Personally I believe we
made the correct choice.

This your first time, Gus.

John, there's a
reason I live out here

with no phone and no mailbox.

You need to know
the particulars?

No.

I'll follow you in case he
knows some cute way for getting

out of a locked trunk.

I'll him over, too.

[KNOCK]

BART: Hey, John.

John, can you hear me?

You're just getting
yourself more and more

fucked as you go along.

You oughtta think about that.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Oof!

[BANG]

Yeah, I get the
point there, John.

Makes it pretty clear
who we're dealing with.

So here you are with a bad
guy in your trunk and nobody

to give him to.
[LAUGHTER]

Uh-oh!

[LAUGHTER]

I don't think he's got the
stomach for what's coming.

If he doesn't, I do.

Oh, I know.

You're the first one I'm gonna
kill when I get a chance.

That's fair.

You're the first one I'm gonna
kill soon as I get an excuse.

Phone's dead.

BART: Not only that, but
the guy you let get away

is gonna come back
with the whole club.

You boys are just a few short
hours away from being overrun.

I'm gonna need your truck.

You can take my car.

Take it where?

Find a phone.

Call the state police.

Hey, you sure you
can handle him.

I'll do what I have to.

No, you already
missed that boat, John.

Your best bet is let me go.

I might just leave town
and never come back.

Yeah?

What do you figure the
chances of that happening?

Shotguns tucked in back.

I left you a little
present under the seat.

Keep your options open.

Thanks, Gus.

[BANGING]

Get out.
-Yeah?

What if I told you
to go fuck yourself?

Why don't you try, and
I guess we'll find out.

I'm not gonna try
anything just yet, John.

Kinda interested in
where this is going.

Well, for now it's going up.

Gus!

Hey, whoa, whoa,
have you seen John?

Yeah I saw him
about 10 minutes ago.

Is he all right?

-Any reason he shouldn't be?
-No, no.

Just no reason.

Just-- just looking
for him, you know?

See ya.

Man, that guy scares me, man.

TIM: No shit, man.

Hey Pabs, I'm gonna
walk home, man.

I'm too drunk.
-You all right?

TIM: No, I'm good.

Come on, Gus.

You see the signs are off.

I'm gonna use your phone.

Son of a bitch.

Phone's dead.

-Yeah?
-Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.

Taking a quarter.

Shit.

That one, too?

Guess the lines are out.

-You got any idea how long?
-I don't know.

Pablo used it an hour ago.

Guess I gotta go
to Lourdes Creek.

Hey, hey.

What about my quarter?
-It's in the phone.

Shit.

BART: You know,
John, I didn't have

anything against those cops.

They were just doing their job.

Yeah, just doing their
job and you killed 'em.

BART: Because that's my job.

I'd like to think they
understood that, but is

wasn't your place
to get involved.

Not your job.

Yeah, that's what
I keep hearing.

Sit down against that post.

What, are you kidding?

You can either
cooperate or I'll

hit you with the
butt of this shotgun

till you can't see straight,
and that's your choice.

I don't think so, John.

Oof!

Had a feeling it was gonna
come to that sooner or later.

Shit.

[CRACKLING]

Hey, John?

This mine shaft's better
than 100 years old, Bart.

Pull too hard on
that, no telling

what's gonna fall on your head.

That's some shot you
gave me there, hoss.

You know, when people find
out what you did, a lot of them

are gonna want you dead.
-Uh-huh.

Your point being?

Well, my point being, if
I'm forced to shoot you,

no one's gonna blame me.

Tough talk don't look
good on you, John.

OK if I tell you something?

It would be better
if you didn't.

You'd of kicked the shit
out of me in a fair fight.

You're faster than me.

Strong enough.

But I was always gonna win.

See, you fight schoolyard rules.

Every time I lay down, you're
done, but I fight till I'm dead

or the other guy is.

So you're gonna keep on knocking
me down and walking away,

leaving the job
unfinished, and I'm

gonna keep getting up and
coming back until I kill you.

Well, that sounds a
lot more threatening

come from someone who isn't
chained to a mineshaft.

Shit, John, you know
you're gonna have

to untie me sooner or later.

Then me and you--
we'll go at it again.

And if you win, you'll
tie me up again,

and I'll just wait for
my next shot at you, man.

And if by some miracle you
actually get me to a jail

and I don't escape, I'll spend
the next 10 years waiting.

I'll come straight
back after your ass.

You know, Bart,
you sure do talk

a lot for someone
who folds every time

a gun's pointed his way.

I'm not gonna win
by being stupid.

Hey, hey.

Cops never do find this.

Don't ask me why not.

You got a light?

Hm.

If you had one
yourself, why'd you ask.

Just testing you out, John.

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING]

-Is John here?
-No.

Should he be?

Well, I went by his
house, and he wasn't there.

And?

And you didn't do anything?

I didn't know what to do.

Well, I'd like to
know what Hank and Cal

are doing about all this.
-Jesus.

SHARON: All right, uh--
[INAUDIBLE] oh God, look out.

[SMASH]

[SHARON SCREAMING]

String him up.

You are pretty
tough [INAUDIBLE].

Still, I don't think you're
as tough as I am mean.

I guess we're gonna find out.

KING: Guess we are.

It's only gonna get
worse for you, man.

I mean, as it stands, you're
negotiating for the right

to be killed quickly.

Is everybody ready?

STICKY: Uh-huh.

Did you get anything
out of him yet?

Just answer the
questions, Sticky.

Don't waste any effort
figuring out which ones to ask.

[SCREAMING]

Fuck was that?

Pryor pulled over a car.

You know what's it
like with women.

So we're in here in
the middle of an action,

and that idiot's out there
trying to get some exercise.

Get him the fuck in here.

STICKY: Literally half the
people who live in this town

work in that ghost town.

Good.

We go in hard.

We bust in one at a time
till someone gives him up.

STICKY: Could take a while.

KING: The phone lines are down.

The only road in and out of
this shit hole was detoured.

We got all fucking
day if we need it.

Oh my god.

Gus?

PRYOR: What the
fuck you want, King?

Exactly what you
just brought me.

Do you have any idea what two
dozen hardcore club member

will do to a woman, Gus?

Let's see her tits.

Gus.

Gus, that's a fucking banquet.

All right.

All right what?

All right I'll take you to him.

They're in the mountains.

KING: You're gonna take
me up in the mountains?

There's not a lot of
road signs up there.

You wouldn't find them on your
own, but you gotta let her go.

Yeah, but that would mean
I'd have to trust you,

Gus, and I sure as shit don't.

OK.

Let's take old Gus
here up the mountain.

Go get Lyle.

Pryor, you're fucking
going for sure.

Honcho, you go, too.

If it looks like he's
bullshitting about anything,

kick his ass all the
way down here, OK?

Where are my manners?

Hm?

No?

Hey, what were you doing with
a gun full of blanks anyway?

I'm in the wild west show.

The wild west show?

You mean where you-- you
dress up like cowboys

and pretend to have
gun fights and shit?

Uh-huh.

[SCOFFS]

I guess that's what
passes for showbiz

in this part of the country.

JOHN: It's a job.

It sure as shit is.

This is probably the most
exciting thing that's ever

happened to you, huh, John?

Shit, I bet the
bar getting robbed

was the most exciting
thing that ever

happened to you up until then.

What, you carry this
kind of excitement

with you everywhere you go?

And no one ever thanks me.

[CHUCKLING]

You know, you're gonna have
to explain to me about you.

You got some skills.

You're good with your hands.

You think on your feet.

Yeah, so?

So life must offer
a guy like you

a little more than
minimum wage in the middle

of fucking desolation, huh?

You sound like
my ex-girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

Well, well, well.

The picture gets clearer.

One time she told me I was
allergic to opportunity.

I wouldn't have characterized
you like that, John.

Lack of imagination maybe.

Fear of the unknown.

Oh, not like
yourself, huh, Bart?

Anyone's got fears, John.

What I don't have are regrets.

You strike me as a guy who's
looking at a lot of those

down the line.

It's been a while, John.

I wonder where all
those cops are.

They're coming.

Oh, I don't know.

That's a good idea, John.

Go find out how
really fucked you are.

National Guard
show up yet, John?

Or does it look like a
Harley convention down there?

(SINGING) As I walked out
on the streets of Laredo,

as I walked out
on Laredo one day,

I spied a young cowboy all
dressed in white linen,

all dressed in white linen
and cold as the clay.

[CHUCKLING]

Hey.

-You seen John yet?
-No.

Pablo either.

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

Get out of our way!

[GUNSHOTS]

Get on over here.

Get on!

That's good.

[SCREAMING]

Come on.
Move it.

Move it.
Hoo hoo!

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

Yeah, that's it!

Yee ha!

Good morning,
citizens of Profit.

Slow up, old man.

Slow up any more,
I'll be crawling.

Slow up, or I'll slow you down.

America's youth
is in shit shape.

KING: My friends are
supposed to be coming down

that mountain with our boss.

If that happens,
everything's cool.

If that doesn't
happen, we're going

to get up to some of
that awful shit you can

imagine we're pretty good at.

Now, depending on how long it
takes us to find this John guy,

we may get up some even
awfuller shit just out of spite.

So does anybody
have anything they'd

love to share with
us right now to avoid

a whole lot of heartache later?

Fucking King send me
up the fucking hill.

That was my chick.

I fucking found her.

I think I'm having
a heart attack.

Come on.

A half beat up old
man's making it.

No, seriously.

My left arm is numb.

I want everybody to freeze
and put their hands in the air.

You gotta be fucking kidding.

There's four of us.

Yeah, and every one of you is
pointed in the wrong direction.

Just shoot 'em
for Christ's sake.

No, no, no, no.

Calm down.

We can discuss this.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[DISTANT GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Give up and I won't kill ya.

Hey, you give up,
and I won't kill you.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

Yeah, keep talking,
nothing gets done.

Shooting stopped.

Yep.

-So how do you know you win?
-Either way.

Gotta stick to a pistol, John.

You're pretty sloppy
with a scatter gun.

Well, I guess he was
having a heart attack.

All the way up there What
is jackpot's gonna work out.

How'd you know where I was?

Well, you're clever John.
You're not a genius.

There's about 20
of 'em down there.

They got the phone lines
cut, the roads shut down.

Now, even if somebody
wanted to take a run for it

and bring back help,
it'd take 'em hours.

Well, I'll wait then.

No, no, no.

Can't do that.

They got your girlfriend.

BIKER: Come on.

Shut up.

Move it.

Move it.

Shut up.

This way.
[INAUDIBLE]

Get on.

HARRIS: You guys are
spending a lot of time

and a lot of energy trying
to keep us in place,

and all you really want to do
is get your friend [INAUDIBLE].

You understand?

I mean, I-- I understand.

I know what you're saying.

All I'm saying is that
you're going out of your way

to harass us for no good reason.

You didn't listen too
god damn hard, did you?

You know, most of
us are mad at him

anyway for getting involved
in this in the first place?

-Yeah, right.
-Yeah.

I mean, if you let us
go, we'd all go home,

and we'd put our feet
up, turn on the TV,

and, uh, wait till you
fellas got out of town.

I mean, you know,
isn't that a lot

easier than trying to
keep an eye on 20 of us.

Nobody's ever explained
the concept of hostages

to you before, have they?

-Yes, they have.
-You're wasting our time.

I know it's [INAUDIBLE].

OK, just a second.
Just a second.

Listen, the thing is, you've
already got his girlfriend.

KING: Girlfriend?

HARRIS: Yeah, she's the only
one he gives a damn about.

She's worth the whole
damn town to him.

What?
Come on.

Are you listening to me?

-Just did.
-OK.

All right.
OK, OK.

We'll talk later.
That's fine.

Thank you.

What were you
guys talking about?

They want their friend.

The sooner they get him, the
sooner they'll leave us alone.

What, are you planning
on helping them, Bill?

I'm saying what everybody
else is thinking.

If John hadn't played
hero in the first place,

we wouldn't have this problem.

They just killed Cal and Hank.

Yeah, to get their
friends out of jail.

Who's fault is it they were
there in the first place?

John has behaved
very irresponsibly.

TIM: Irresponsibly?

What'd you tell 'em, Bill?

I'm looking out for the
best interest of everyone.

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch!

I am taking responsibility for
getting us out of this mess.

That's what heroism
is all about.

Well, I guess we're
moving on to plan B.

You the fella in charge?

At the moment.

I think I have
something you want.

Hop aboard.

If I was gonna fuck with you,
it would've happened already.

Hop aboard.

I guess you figured out
by now your first idea

didn't work out too great.

Your second idea have anything
to do with laying a hand on me,

you just keep in mind
there's over 400 mines dug

into the side of that mountain.

And?

And I'm the only one
knows which one Bart's in.

Kill me, and he'll be dead
long before you can find him.

You want to make a deal.

There's a police substation
about 60 miles east

on route 13.

We'll meet across the street
just like old friends.

Bart'll get out of the truck,
you fellas'll ride away.

Just like that, huh?

Just like that.

Soon as you're gone, I'm gonna
walk into the police station.

I'm gonna make a
complete report.

That oughtta give you fellas
motivation to ride along.

Well, you've obviously
put a lot of thought

into this plan of your, John.

Now, if you'd covered all the
angles, it'd be a good one.

Yeah?

What angle am I missing?

Well, I was getting to that.

I don't know, man.

There's just something about
the atmosphere of this place.

I understand she means
something to you.

How do you want to do this?

Well, you and the old
man shot two bandits.

Four more went up the
mountain, and none came down.

I mean, we're not leaving
until you're dead.

And whoever gets caught
in the cross fire

is entirely up to you.

There's a quarry north
of town by the river.

Well, if we get
lost, I know who

I'm gonna ask for directions.

Be there in an hour and a half.
Even swap.

Me and Bart for her.

You have any thoughts
about following me back

up there, just remember what
happened to the last fellas who

tried it.

You're gonna die for her, John.

That's fucking romantic.

What's even more romantic
is the face that I'm gonna

take a few of you with me.

In case there's still any doubt
about me doing what I have to.

Now let me see if
I got this straight.

This bitch dumps
you, but you're gonna

try to save her and probably
get yourself killed.

I don't expect you
to understand it.

Oh shit, John, I
understand perfectly.

You know how much money we
got out of that cash register?

$76.

What, do you figure that's
not enough for principle?

Well, that's not enough
money to get killed over.

That's for damn sure.

No, John, you're digging this.
Huh?

[LAUGHTER]

Huh?

The guns, the shooting,
being a fucking hero.

That wild west show has
gone to your head, cowboy.

It's clouded your judgement.

Oh, yeah, but if it was you--

Oh, I'd say fuck the town.

Fuck the girl.

Fuck everything, man.

As a matter of fact, I'd shoot
Bart right between his fucking

eyes, and I'd get in
this pickup truck,

and I'd go in the
other direction,

because that's the only
chance you've got for staying

alive for another hour.

And it's always about
staying alive, John.

You know, Bart, you keep
making a pretty good case for me

to shoot you.

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

Well, if I thought you had
half an instinct to do it,

we'd be talking
about something else.

I'm just trying to level
the playing field, John.

You're a talented
amateur, but you're

fucking with professionals.

Well, Bart, by my
count, you got about

six dead professionals already.

Shoot whoever you
have to, but make sure

you leave a few
hostages just in case.

This is bullshit.

They're out there
killing someone,

we get stuck back here.

Well, King said we
could shoot a few.

Which one?
-I don't know.

They all look like
victims to me.

It's like picking a puppy.

The right one picks you.

[CHUCKLING]

Glad you fellas finally
decided to listen.

BIKER: Get on your knees.
-Now.

Now, this is to show you
what's going to happen

if anyone fucks with us.

Have you fellas consulted
with [INAUDIBLE]?

Consulted?

We're not fucking lawyers, pal.

Fair warning.

Drop your guns.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

MAN: He shot 'em.

Have it your way.

MAN: Get it open.
Unlock this.

Unlock the door.

Marshal.

MAN: I don't know about you.

I'm getting out of here.
WOMAN: Oh!

MAN: Now.

Come on, [INAUDIBLE].

Hey, John's gonna
need some help here.

Who's with me?

MAN: Come on, let's go.

[CHATTER]

I'll-- I'll go get some help.

Oh, this town's
got a lot of heroes.

You two, hey!

Ah, fuck me.
All right.

BART: I can't wait to see what
you got figured out for this.

Where the fuck did
that come from?

The dresser.
Get out.

Anybody gets
ambitious, I'll leave

a crater right where we stand.

I think you got everyone's
attention there, John.

All right, here's
how it's gonna work.

Sharon's gonna get in the truck.

She's gonna drive away.

Soon as she's gone, I'll put the
pin back in this hand grenade.

Nope.

You let Bart walk, then
she can drive away.

Well, I guess this is where
we agree to disagree then.

What do you say?

I'm inclined to try it his way.

Hey, King, this gets
hinky, y'all open

up on this motherfucker
and his ex-girlfriend.

You know what I want you to do?

No.

Exactly what I said.

Get in the truck.

You hit the gas pedal, and you
drive straight back to Profit.

Straight back, you got it?

Uh-uh.

You just keep going.

You don't stop for anything.

Sharon, you do exactly as I say.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Don't you believe
him, ex-girlfriend.

-Trust, me Sharon.
-OK.

Isn't that just
like a woman, John?

Leaving you here all
alone with all of us.

BIKER: Grenade!

[BOOM]

Drive!

Drive, Sharon!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

SHARON: Oh, God!

No! [INAUDIBLE].

Oh my God!

Well, that was pretty
god damn good, wasn't it?

You did great.

I don't know why you
figured that I would.

Well, if you drive into
the middle of a biker gang

with a hand grenade, any
other chance you have to take

seems pretty reasonable.

Where are we going, babe?

Come on!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Split up!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

JOHN: Oh, Gus, you
are a disturbing man.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

Ugh!
Ah.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

[MUFFLED GUNSHOTS]

Well, well, well.

Look what we have here.
-No.

No.

Ah!

No!

[SCREAMING]
No!

Yeah.

JOHN: You're both pointed
in the wrong direction.

Drop your weapons,
I'll let you live.

[GUNSHOTS]

They never do seem to
appreciate the warning.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

Ugh!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

He's inside.

Yeah, so what are
you doing out here?

Oh, for Christ's sakes.

King, you have a TEC-9, and
he's got a fucking revolver.

Go nuts, boss.

I'm not gonna let some hip
motherfucker punk me out.

KING: He's on the roof!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

BART: Hey, John,
let's make a deal.

Here's how it goes.

[GUNSHOTS]

KING: Yeah!

[GUNSHOTS]

Ah!

Ugh!

Ah!
Ugh!

Ah!

[GUNSHOTS]

You are making
this so worthwhile!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Well, I guess it does always
seem to come down to you

and me, doesn't it, Bart?

Sure does, John.

So how do you wanna finish this?

Gonna bring me in again?

[CHUCKLING]

There isn't a prison that
can keep me from coming

back again and again.

Probably not.

Good for you, John.

And all this time I didn't
know if you were listening.

The arm?

You just refuse to
learn, do you, John?

Well, the same could
be said about you, Bart.

[CHATTER]

The Profit experience will take
us down the path of John Gray,

who is the bravest
cowboy in the west,

and his battles against
black Bart and his gang.

People still find bullets
from time to time.

It always seems to come down
to just and me, don't it, Bart?

It sure does, John.

So how are you gonna finish it?

Bring me in again.

You know there
aren't prison walls

thick enough to keep me from
coming back again, and again,

and again.

Go ahead.

Go for it if you've
got the nerve.

[GUNSHOT]

[APPLAUSE]

Thanks everybody.

Next show's at 3 o'clock.

Yeah!

Ha ha!

Not bad, huh?
-Yeah.

Yeah, we're trying to actually
figure out a way where we can

both shot Harris and still
make it seem like a fair fight,

you know?

What about you?

Eh, I think I've had
enough guns for a while.

I guess it's time for a change.

Sharon's been showing
me your new ride.

Yeah?

There seem to be a lot of
unowned motorcycles just lying

around, so.

Looks to me like you're
loaded up for a trip.

Well, I figured I'd give her
a ride out to Los Angeles.

Take a look at the ocean.

What are you gonna
do after that?

Bye.

Woo!

[MUSIC - HEADSTONES, "STREETS OF
LAREDO"]