All language subtitles for Butch.And.Sundance.The.Early.Days.1979.WEB-DL.DSNP

(harmonica playing)

-(man 1 coughing)
-MAN 2: Good night, Harry.

(harmonica playing continues)

-(man 3 yawning)
-MAN 2: Cassidy!

-Will you shut up?
-MAN 3: Huh?

You been playing that thing a year,
and you never get any better.

Oh, hell. I'm sorry, fellas.

I'll play a little softer this time.

Let me know if this bothers you, okay?

-(plays harmonica)
-(groans)

(thuds)

(door opens)

(door closes)

MAN: Parker, warden.

Parker, governor.

"Robert Leroy Parker,
alias Butch Cassidy."

Where did you pick up the name "Butch"?

I worked in a butcher shop
when I went straight once.

-You want me to parole you?
-BUTCH: Oh, yes, sir. I do.

The only time you've been in prison for...

-Horse theft it says.
-Mm-hm.

Even though you're suspected
of three train holdups,

-six bank robberies--
-Now hold on a minute, sir--

Six? Twelve is more like it.

Sheriff Bledsoe here.
I believe you know each other.

Oh, yes, sir. Uh...
He's the one who arrested me.

-Howdy, Ray.
-Hello, Butch. (clears throat)

I... I thought you were working out
of Utah now.

I am.

GOVERNOR:
Sheriff Bledsoe rode all the way up here

to put in a good word for you
when he heard you were up for parole.

He said that he let you out
of jail for a few hours

the night before he sent you up here,
is that right?

Uh, yes, sir. Mm-hm.

GOVERNOR: Weren't you afraid he'd use
that time to try to get away?

-No.
-GOVERNOR: Why not?

'Cause I promised him I wouldn't.

You promise me that you'll stay
on the right side of the law,

and I'll parole you right now.

-I don't think I can do that, sir.
-Why not?

Because I wouldn't mean it, sir.

Ray, you know I tried to go straight once,
but I just couldn't do it.

Butch, he wants to let you out of here,
but you got to meet him halfway.

I know, I know. But, uh...

It'd just be a lie, sir.

I'll tell you what I could do.

-I'll make you a deal.
-RAY: Butch, this is the governor.

I promise, if you let me out,

I'll never break a law
in this state again.

That's what you want, isn't it?

Well, yes--

I swear to God
I'll leave this state alone.

Why, hell, even if the goddamn mint train
came through Wyoming, I wouldn't touch it,

would I, Ray?

(clears throat)

-I tend to believe him.
-See?

-I just...
-On my honor.

But I mean, well...

Come on.

Yahoo! Yeah!

Yee-haw!

(Western music playing)

Oh! God!

Oh!

The water's freezing!

(groans)

(gun cocks)

-Ooh! How much is this?
-PAWNBROKER: Twenty-five dollar.

I'll take this one and a bunch of shells.

No, no. I'll... I'll take about a dozen.

I like it.

(horse neighs)

Howdy.

-Hey, how you doing?
-Okay.

-How about a picture?
-That's what I'm here for.

Well, great. I've got some good stuff.

I've got just about
the best collection you've ever seen.

-Oh, well, that's encouraging.
-(both laugh)

All right. Here you go now.
All right? Take a look at this one.

Okay. This one right here.
Guaranteed to knock you right out--

-Uh, I don't think so, no.
-You don't like that one? All right.

-Okay. Let's try this one.
-Hey, that's the one, yeah.

-For you, three dollars.
-I only got two.

No, three dollars. That's the price.

-I said I only got two dollars.
-MAN: Three dollars.

-BUTCH: Goddamn it. I said two dollars.
-(gun cocks)

PHOTOGRAPHER:
All right, for you, two dollars.

Don't move.

(explosion)

(people chattering)

-No, just for you. That's for you.
-Okay.

MAN: Hey, come here.
I want to show you something.

-Evening.
-MAN: Evening.

Uh... I'll have a Guinness.

(chattering)

I was just sort of wondering, uh,
what's up there?

Rooms.

If you want to satisfy your curiosity,
give her 20 bucks.

She'll show you one.

Well, I'm not that curious.

(chattering)

MAN: It's up to you. What do you say?

I have a gun underneath the table here.
Don't do anything dumb.

Let's just all act like
we're having a good time playing cards.

Okay. Now what I'm gonna do...

is I'm going to put $100 in the pot there,

and you will see me
and raise me another hundred.

And we'll just keep going around the table

till all the money's in the pot.

Okay?

All right. Here we go.

Okay. One hundred.

And I'll raise you a hundred.

That'll make it five.
Let's get this over with.

I think you're bluffing.

Well, let's just see if I am.

-I've got a pair of threes...
-(gun cocks)

...and five bullets aiming at your belly.

(taps on cabinet)

(indistinct dialog)

-(clattering)
-(women screaming)

-(gunshot)
-(glass shattering)

-(gunfire)
-(clamoring)

-(gunshot)
-(coins jingling)

-(gunshot)
-(glass shatters)

MAN (groaning): Whoa! Whoa!
What's going on here?

(gun clicks) Empty! Damn it!

-Hey! That's a brand-new gun!
-(gun cocks)

Good, then it ought to work.

WOMAN: Excuse me.

-(gunshot)
-MAN: He killed the swan!

-(gunshot)
-(groans)

-(shouts)
-(shrieks)

MAN 2: Head him off!

-(clattering)
-(glass shatters)

-(women whining)
-MAN 2: Come on!

MAN 3: Call the sheriff!

(intense music playing)

Whoa.

-Something wrong, Mr. Le Fors?
-He didn't cross here.

Those aren't his tracks
you've been following?

Those are his tracks, all right.
He just didn't cross here.

There's none on the other side.

He rode down this streambed.

MAN 1: How do you know that?

See these shiny rocks?
His horse kicked them over.

There's moss on top of the other ones.

Come on. Heeyah!

(horse whinnying)

-He's up there.
-How do you figure that?

LE FORS: Well, he's had all night
and a hard ride to get to here,

so his horse has got to be tired.

Plus, a spot like that
gives him great position.

Against us. (chuckles)

We got numbers on our side.
We can afford to lose a few.

Let's go get him.

-(horse whinnying)
-Uh...

We don't think he done nothing so bad
that we got to take him in, Mr. Le Fors.

You're afraid to go up there?

Well, you know, he, uh,
did a little damage to my saloon, but...

a lot of boys shoot
the place up now and then.

Not him. He's special.

Now I've been tracking him for ten days,
and I tracked him here, and now I got him,

but I can't go up there and get him alone.

Oh, no, that'd be suicide.

-It's up to us.
-Us?

Anybody want this?

Come on.

LE FORS (shouting):
Seems they don't want you as bad as I do!

I'll see you again!

Try to remember my face.

The name's Le Fors.

(horse neighing)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music playing)

-(yells) Hey!
-(bird cries)

Listen! If you're up there,
I'm the guy whose gun you took last night!

I had to buy a new one! It cost me $12!

Look, I wanna talk to you!

I'll tell you what!

I'm gonna take this new gun here,

and I'm gonna put it down right here
on this rock.

See?

Listen, I'm here because
I wanna do you a favor!

MAN: I'm doing you one right now.

-BUTCH: How?
-MAN: By not pulling this trigger.

Right. See, and, uh...
I don't figure you will because--

-(gunshot)
-(yells) Hey!

You got nothing to fear from me!

You noticed that, too?

I'm an outlaw, too.

That's why I followed you.

But I'm really a lousy tracker,
so I figured I'd join up with that posse

and see what they could
do about finding you.

(chuckles) Here I am.

-You gotta admit, that's pretty smart.
-Or pretty dumb.

Oh, hell.

You kill me,
you're never gonna know about my favor.

I bet this is even better hot.

My name's Butch Cassidy.

Maybe you heard of me.

Maybe not. You got a name?

Yup.

Boy, you shoot good.

-Is that your favor, telling me that?
-BUTCH: I'm gettin' to it.

The way you shot your way
out of that spot last night

was really something special.

But you wouldn't have gotten into that
spot if you hadn't been so dumb.

-You gotta admire my honesty.
-I don't have to do nothing.

Trying to rob a game in a casino
full of people's just plain stupid.

Okay, okay. Maybe not stupid.
Maybe that's the wrong word.

But a man who can handle a gun like you
ought not be sitting out here

eating cold cereal
in the middle of nowhere.

Now, here's the favor I'm gonna do you.

I'm gonna teach you the right way
to rob a casino.

You being good at what you're good at,
and me being good at what I'm good at.

-What are you good at?
-Thinking.

Plannin'. Stuff like that.

I'm as good at using my head
as you are with that gun there.

Well, I work alone.

You're real successful at it, too,
I noticed.

Now let me tell you something.

I could drop you right here...

so don't be telling me how stupid I am.

I'm as smart as you are. Ya got that?

Now, with that in your hand,
you're a damn genius.

How do I get out of here?

-(trumpet music playing)
-(crows cawing)

-Hiya, Butch.
-Hello, Harvey.

-Been looking for you.
-BUTCH: Yeah?

The mint train come through here
a couple weeks ago, loaded with money.

I couldn't find you to help rob it.

I've been in prison for a year.

-Guess that's why I couldn't find you.
-Yeah, that's probably it.

(cow mooing)

MAN: See, there's nothing to it.

Them lazy 11 cows
is now part of the good old circle Z.

Okay, boys, let's see you try it.
Turn 'em loose.

That big black one over there.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!
-(mooing)

(mooing continues)

(groans)

-(groans)
-(cows mooing)

-Again! Don't be afraid of him.
-(laughs)

Hello, O.C.

-Hello, O.C.
-O.C.: Heeyah! Heeyah!

-Hello, O.C.!
-Butch!

-(laughter)
-(cows mooing)

-O.C.: Jesus, I'm glad to see you.
-BUTCH: Good to see you, too.

What are you doin' here?
You wouldn't believe

what's been driftin' in here nowadays.

Supposed to be outlaws and rustlers.

Well, they ain't. Just kids, mostly.
Dumber than shit.

(groans) Yeah.

(sighs)
I thought the judge gave you two years.

You're out early, ain't ya?

Uh... I made a deal.

-What kind of deal?
-Just a deal.

Hey, Butch, uh...
Butch, hold on a second.

Listen, about your cabin. Butch?

(chickens clucking)

-Hey, Butch. Butch, uh...
-BUTCH: Yeah?

Butch, uh... me and Emma
been kinda usin' your place

while you was gone. I...

-Well, I-I hope you don't mind.
-Oh, hell, no, O.C.

It's, uh, nice to see a woman's touch
around the place.

Yeah, she couldn't find her broom
this morning.

Uh, really, Butch, she'll get that.

-(bottles clinking)
-She'll be home in a little while.

She'll fix us some supper.

She cooks, too?
Oh, you're a lucky man, O.C.

-I know.
-(instruments playing in distance)

What's that? (louder) What's that?

We got us our own saloon now.

(chicken clucking)

(instruments playing)

Oh. Nice.

You know, O.C.,
next time you rustle something,

-it ought to be women.
-(both laughing)

-(clears throat)
-Hey, you, uh, music. Shut up!

(instrument stops)

-(glass clinking)
-(clears throat)

(spits) This here is my buddy.

-Butch Cassidy.
-Fellas.

Straight from the Wyoming State Prison
in Laramie. (chuckles)

Now, Butch and me are gonna whip
you shitheads into shape.

We're gonna get some organization here.

Anybody can't cut it
is gonna get his ass run off.

And I'll tell ya something else.

OFFICER: All right,
we got the whole place surrounded.

Come on out without your guns
and your hands up.

-It's a posse.
-Shh.

They got us surrounded.

-Well, what are we gonna do?
-Uh...

-Think of something!
-Yeah.

-Surrender.
-OFFICER: They're coming out!

MAN 1: Right, move!
Come on, get out of there!

Let's go, boys.
We got a long ride tonight.

No, not him. Hello, Butch.

(handcuffs clinking)

Hey, wait a minute.
Why ain't you takin' him in?

No reason to.
He was in prison when lazy 11 was rustled.

-How'd you know that?
-I was with him the day he got out.

What kind of deal did you make, Butch?

-What?
-To get out of prison? Huh? Is this it?

Did you lead him here?

I lead him--? Oh, come on, O.C.
Don't be a damn fool.

(groans) Ah! I'm gonna kill you!

-(glass clinking)
-(grunts)

(clamoring)

(groans, pants)

I'm gonna kill you, Butch.
I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you, boy.

I'd try to avoid him when he gets out.

Long life.

(groans)

You're out of prison one week
and you come back to Brown's Hole.

Get the hell out of here!

Get a job or something.

-Stay out of trouble.
-I don't want a job, Ray.

That kind of life doesn't suit me.

Damn it!
What about your promise to the governor?

That was Wyoming.

(sarcastically chuckles)
And this is Utah, is that it?

Yeah, that's right.

You might have the decency
to think about me.

I don't wanna arrest you again.
It'd be too damned embarrassing.

Okay, Ray, same deal.
I'll stay out of your jurisdiction.

How many places can you promise
to stay out of?

-It's a big country.
-Maybe.

But there's more law than ever before.

Not old farts like me,

waiting out their pension,
hoping not to get killed.

Young men, full of righteous fire.

You won't make deals with them.

(horse approaching)

(horse neighing)

-(gun cocks)
-BUTCH: O.C.?

(floorboards creaking)

(horse neighs)

Oh, Jesus! (pants)

-What in the hell are you doing out there?
-(Butch panting)

-Nice place you got here.
-Yeah?

-Well, us outlaws live high off the hog.
-BUTCH: What do you want?

Well, I got to thinking
about what you said.

-BUTCH: What's that?
-About you and me teaming up.

Oh?

Well, now, I heard you worked alone.

Now, a while ago, you wanted to join up
with me. Am I mistaken?

Yeah, well, now I'm not so sure.
You got an awfully nasty temper.

On the other hand, uh,
you have your good qualities, too.

Okay.

Listen, what do I, uh, call--
What is your name, anyway?

-Longabaugh. Harry Longabaugh.
-(clinking)

-Longabaugh.
-(softly) Yeah.

Well, that's not an outlaw name.

You don't have an outlaw face, either.

Better do something about that.

Yeah, like what?

I don't know. (clears throat)

Get yourself a nice scar
or grow a mustache, somethin'.

I am growing a mustache.

Where?

Right here, see?

-How long you been working on that?
-Not long.

-How long?
-Not long.

What's the difference? It's slow starting.

Come on, are we gonna rob
something or not?

Yeah, we're gonna rob something. (scoffs)

Okay, how about a train?
Let's get a train.

A train?

You don't just go and rob a train.
That takes practice.

We, uh, gotta work together
for a while, you know?

-Work up to it.
-Hmm.

-Casino.
-Fine.

That casino, the one
you messed up last week.

(chuckles)

I can't go walking back in there.
They'd recognize me.

Oh, yeah, you can.

(tuba plays)

Oh, Jesus, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Ohh, oh! (sighs)

MAN: I heard ya.
You just hold it steady, and I'll fix it.

(tuba playing)

(dog barks)

WOMAN: What's the matter? Come on.

What are you doing out here lollygagging--

You think it's funny?

No.

"No one'll ever look at a tramp,"
isn't that what you said?

-(snorts)
-Come on, let's get outta here.

Are you kidding?

You seen the money they're
putting in that strongbox?

-That counting room's gotta be loaded.
-I'm not going in there.

Harry, it's really not that bad.

After the first whiff,
you kinda get used to it.

Really.

-You do?
-Come on. Yeah.

Please?

(exhales deeply)

MAN: Fourth time this year
I've fixed this damn window.

MAN: Coulda used the front door.

-I thought you said it wasn't so bad.
-Well, I lied. (chuckles)

(woman coughs)

BUTCH: Now, listen, I've made
all the arrangements,

and you're gonna love it.

-(sneezes)
-(thuds)

We ever been together before, you and me?

You look kind of familiar.

Uh, I got an average-looking face.

In fact, everything about me
is kind of average.

-That's too bad.
-Huh?

-Where you boys from?
-Canada.

You look Canadian.

This is us, honey.

Uh, well, what's that room there?

The red room,
but you can't get in there for 20 bucks.

Aw, never mind the expense.

I like the sound of that,
the, uh, red room. (chuckles)

Ruby, you use this one.
Big spender here wants the red room.

(floor creaks)

-WOMAN: Hey!
-BUTCH: Hey!

-We'll split it with you.
-MAN: "Split it"?

Split it?

(coughs)

I'm Butch Cassidy.

That's right.
This here is Harry the Skunk.

I've heard of you.

Why you want to split with us?

Because you seem like nice folk
and I wouldn't want to kill ya,

even though he would. Look at him.

He's an animal!

How much money you guys make?

Eighteen, 20 crummy bucks a week, huh?

Twenty-two dollars, I make.

Oh.

If we split this with you, you're gonna be
in clover for the next ten years.

The best part is no one'll suspect you.

They'll wanna think I did it because
I'm Butch Cassidy the outlaw.

And he's Harry the Skunk.

-BUTCH: Now open that safe!
-MAN: Open it, Eliah.

Now, I'm gonna have to knock
all of you out to make it look good.

Knock us out?

So it won't look like
we're in on it, stupid.

Now where do you want us
to leave your share? You headin' south?

Well, about half a mile out of town,

there's a fork goes
toward Steamboat Springs.

Take that about two miles
till you come to the Yampa cutoff.

Got your big sycamores
right there, two of 'em.

Now, the one on the right
has got a big hollow in it.

Climb halfway up that tree--

What about under the mattress
in the bed across the hall?

That's a good place, too.

(groans)

Me next.

(whispers)
Butch, I've never hit a woman before.

Well, don't hit her, then.

We'll bring her along.

Might be nice to have
a woman on the trail with us.

You might even...
fall in love and marry her.

HARRY (laughing): That was great!
What do we do next?

BUTCH: Now don't get too cocky about this.

(gunshot)

(grunts)

Hey, where'd the hell he go?
See a man come out?

(laughs)

Go on. Get out of here.

(both laughing)

(explosion)

-Good, Butch.
-Sorry.

(door opens, closes)

Okay. Go over here now,
have your teeth checked. Next.

-I don't want my hair cut off.
-Come on, sit down.

(grunts and groans)

Come on, I ain't got all day.

(grunts)

Freeze, freeze! I'll cut your nose off!

Real slow, now. Real slow when you get up.

Now you call him in here. Call him.

Guard!

Get up there! Get over there!

Well, I'll be damned.

You ever been to Telluride?

No, I don't think I have.

Well, you'd remember if you had been.

It's terrific.

A lot of big outlaws hole up there
for the winter.

Great hotels, fancy restaurants.

Think they'll put out
a Wanted poster on us?

Maybe.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I never had one.

(scoffs)
Kinda makes you somebody, you know?

Well, you want your name
on a Wanted poster,

it oughta be something
better than Harry Longabaugh.

My mother liked it.

Let's see.

(sighs) Longabaugh.

Long-a-baugh.

Long-a-baugh.

I just don't think it'll do, Harry.

I used Harry Alonzo for a while.

Alonzo?

-What for?
-It's my middle name.

Harry Alonzo Longabaugh.

Hmm. I'd keep that a secret.

BUTCH: Alonzo?

-(laughs)
-What's wrong with that?

Ugh! Let me see, Harry.

-Cherokee Charlie...
-HARRY: Yeah.

Buck Barton.

-Johnny Ringo.
-No, that one's already taken.

Ah. Lucky Wilson.

Oh, well, come on.
Will you help out, then?

I need a little inspiration here.

Haven't you ever done anything
interesting in your life?

-Well, I was in jail once.
-Where?

Sundance, Wyoming.

Okay.

Kid Sundance.

Sundance Kid.

Yeah, I like that.

Yeah, I like it, too.

In fact, I like it so much,
I think I want it.

You can be Butch Cassidy if you like.

Hey, wait a second.
I was in jail there, not you.

-(laughs)
-I've got it.

Sundance Kid.

(clicks tongue)

BUTCH: I tell ya, there's nothing like it,
Sundance. You're gonna love it.

It's Telluride! Yee-haw!

MAN: Get 'em up.

I love it already.

MAN: Over there.

That's far enough.
Now give me everything you got.

It's inside here.

-Can I give you a hand with that?
-You just stand still. Quit moving.

I am standing still. (laughs)
You're the one that's moving.

(shudders)

He's one of these big outlaws
that hang out here?

What are you doin' out here
trying to rob innocent people?

I gotta have $500.

-Five hundred dollars?
-Or whatever you can spare, sir.

I'll get the rest from the next guy.

Next guy'll probably kill ya.

-What do you need that much for?
-We got a little ranch outside of town.

-You and your wife?
-My mother.

We had a bad year, I think.

Crops failed, the cow died,
and we can't pay off the bank

and he's coming in the morning to collect.

You left the part out
about the starving dog.

Aw, shut up, Sundance.

What are you doing?

I'm giving him the $500.

-All of it?
-All of it?

That's right.

Now, uh... you just make sure
you tell everybody you know

Butch Cassidy gave you that.

-Butch Cassidy.
-Yeah.

-You don't know who I am?
-No, I'm sorry, sir, I don't.

-Well, I'm a fairly well-known outlaw.
-Oh?

Maybe not so much
around these parts here, but, uh...

Utah, Wyoming...

I believe I have heard of you,
Mister, uh...

-BUTCH: Cassidy.
-Cassidy.

That's right. Dutch Cassidy.

SUNDANCE: I don't know about you,
but I am freezing my ass off.

I'm telling ya, that 500 bucks
is gonna buy us a lot of good will

around these parts.

Did you see the way
that old man looked at me?

Like I was some kind of a hero.

Is that what you want to be, is a hero?

Haven't you ever wanted to be a hero?

Have little kids look up to you?

(scoffs) Boy, when I was a kid,
my hero was an outlaw.

Mike Cassidy.

Yeah. I even took his name.

He was the best, Sundance.

-From Laramie to--
-I could beat him.

What?

-You never saw him.
-I could beat him.

Oh, you think you're that good, huh?

(laughs) Well, I suppose you could
beat Doc Holliday, too.

-Blow his damn head off, whoever he is.
-Was. He's dead.

I thought you said he was good.

(sighs)

MAN: Three hundred, 400, 450...

MAN: Come on. Come on.
(clicks tongue, grunts)

BUTCH: Howdy.

Dangerous out here all alone...

especially if you're carrying money.

We'll just ride along with you a while
to make sure nobody comes along

and pulls out a gun
and shoots you in the guts,

takes your money and leaves you bleedin'
in the snow to freeze to death.

Oh, thank you!

Have a safe journey.

Now you see, Sundance,
we got our $500 back,

that old man's got his farm,

and we bought a lot of good will
and it didn't cost a thing.

You know, that old guy
is gonna tell everybody

what a great guy Butch Cassidy is.

You mean Dutch Cassidy,
don't ya? Let's go.

(dogs bark)

MAN: Ow!

Can I freshen your drink, Mr. Cassidy?

Thank you, Jack, no.

Here you go.

-What's the five dollars for, sir?
-Huh?

The $5. What it's for?

I don't know. Keep it.

Thank you.

(piano keys playing)

(woman coughing)

You know, I never thought I could get
so sick of fun after only two weeks.

SUNDANCE: Me too.

I need some action.

(coughs)

Lily.

Not again.

Well, I've gotta do something
to keep from getting bored to death.

Come on.

(Sundance clears throat)

Your deal.

(clears throat)

-(laughs)
-(door opens, closes)

I got a message from the Hoffman Mine.

They're keeling over like flies
from the diphtheria.

(all gasp)

-Why are you telling me?
-I'm telling him.

He's the doc.

We got a shipment of serum
down at the express office,

but it's all snowed in,
just nobody can get through.

(snores)

Doesn't look like
you're getting through to him, either.

I've been all over looking for volunteers.

-I just can't find any takers.
-(door opens, closes)

WOMAN: Diphtheria? That's not possible.

Good morning, Miss Daisy.

Oh, Butch, I saw
an old friend of yours today.

You did?

-I was down at the store and I saw O.C.
-Hanks?

How many O.C.s do you know?

-I told him you came by here all the time.
-You did?

He's really looking forward to seeing you.

You still need somebody
to take that serum to the mine?

Well, we'll do it. Me and him.

SUNDANCE: Yah!

-(neighs)
-SUNDANCE: Yah!

Heeyah!

-Yah!
-(neighs)

Yah! Giddap. Yah!

(neighs)

(clicks tongue)

BUTCH: Aw, come on, Buck!

SUNDANCE: You give me one good reason
why we're out here doing this.

-Huh? Just one.
-BUTCH: Because it's perfect.

No, Butch, this is definitely not perfect.

We could have gone South
to where there's some roads.

Oh, yeah? Well, Hanks could have
done that just as easily.

But I'll tell you what's good about this

is he'll never think
of following us up here.

That's because he's smart.

Aw, Sundance,
you're looking at this all wrong.

Why, we were bored back there, right?
Well, this is adventure!

How far is this place we're going to?

-Uh... 25 miles.
-(chuckles)

-Twenty-five miles round trip in this?
-Uh-uh. One way.

(scoffs) There's no way we can
get 25 miles in this.

Well, we'll make it, Sundance. It's easy.

How?

(sighs)

I don't know.

(speaking Norwegian)

Yeah.

-What do you call that?
-Snow gliding.

You mean, you just go
across the snow like that?

-Yeah.
-You got any more of those things?

Yeah, at my cabin.

I don't know. It sure looked a hell
of a lot easier when you were doing it.

Well, I've been doing it all my life.
You pick it up fast enough.

Yeah.

(screams)

Everybody do that
until they get used to the gliding shoes.

-Got to bend the knee.
-The knee. Yeah.

Uh!

(groans)

SUNDANCE: My hat!

Yes! (shudders)

(groans)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(groans)

(laughing)

(shudders)

(groans) Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(sighs)

(man laughs)

Hey, there's nothing to this!

-MAN: There's a few tricks.
-Yeah? Like what?

Like stopping.

(screams)

(grunts)

(exhales)

BUTCH: Sundance, are you all right?

(Sundance and Butch panting)

(groans)

(groans)

Sundance.

(Butch gasps)

Come on, that's enough of a rest.
Let's get going.

I can't.

Your legs cramp up?

Oh, they went dead two hours ago.

I'm freezing.

Freezing? You're sweating.

Let's take a look at you.

My head aches. Throbbing.

(panting)

I bet you got it.

-What?
-Diphtheria.

Oh, no!

You must have got it
from one of those girls back at Telluride.

First time one of 'em
ever gave anybody diphtheria.

Come on. Let's go.
I'll help you up here, huh?

-Uh! Come on. Try hard. There you go.
-(sighs)

Aw, hell. I ain't gonna make it.

You gotta go on, Sundance. Save yourself.

No, really.
There's no sense in both of us dying.

You'd really love that, wouldn't you?

I mean, you'd be a real hero then,
wouldn't you?

-Dead heroes are the best kind, right?
-Shut up.

We could build a big monument here.

Inscribe it,
"Here lies Butch Cassidy, outlaw and hero,

who died trying to carry serum
to sick children and dogs."

Shut up, Sundance.

Well, the hell with that,
because you're not gonna be a hero

at my expense, Butch.

-Come on, now, get up!
-I can't.

Yes, you can, and you know why?

'Cause we got the goddamn serum
right here in our packs

and, uh...

SUNDANCE (stutters):
We're carrying our serum right here.

Here. Sit up here. Drink this.

You don't drink the serum,
you dumb bastard.

What are you supposed to do with it?

I saw this doc once. He had this glass
tube with this needle thing.

Needle thing, huh?

Yeah. And then he stuck
it in this guy's arm.

Aw, Jesus.

SUNDANCE: Wait a second. Here.

Ah!

(screams) You gotta put--
You gotta put the serum in the glass tube.

Oh.

-How?
-I don't know.

Aw, Jesus.

(sniffling)

Oh, here we go.

Oh, there it is.

-Oh! Wait a second, wait a second.
-You almost got it. Try again.

(blows)

Oh! Shit.

Oh, Christ!

You know, you would get sick on me!

You would get me out here
on this damn stunt

and you go and get sick on me!

You know what I should do?
I should just leave you here!

That's what I told you to do!

Aw, just...

Go to hell.

Wha... What's that?

BUTCH: You hear something?

(shouts) Hey!

Hey!

Over here!

(birds squawking)

SUNDANCE: We've brought the serum!

We came all the way from Telluride
to bring the serum!

MAN: Why didn't you get here sooner?

Sooner?

We've been asking for help for a week.

(mutters) You son of a--

(shouts) Son of a bitch!
I have a man over here that's dying!

She did die.

-Who did?
-My wife.

Their mother.

Well, Butch, you finally got your parade.

BUTCH: Sundance...

The next time
I say the word "hero," shoot me.

(birds chirping)

SUNDANCE: You know, we should get
a train now, don't you think?

All right, now.
Be patient, kid. Be patient.

-A train takes a lot of planning.
-Hey, let's get out of here.

You gotta know schedules,
rerouting, things like that.

And you gotta have,
at least, four men to pull off the job.

-SUNDANCE: Four men?
-BUTCHER: Uh-huh.

-(Sundance sighs)
-Mike, Cassidy, and me...

...robbed the, uh,
Denver Rio Grande in '87 or so.

We stopped it real easy...

opened the express car
like that but, uh...

-Then, we put a...
-(Sundance groans)

...charge of dynamite
on top of the safe and set it off.

But, we didn't know any better then.
We were just dumber than hell.

Anyway, we blew the damn safe
right through the floor of the car.

(both laughing)

Wedged her between the tracks.

We couldn't get at it,
we couldn't move the train.

Oh. It was awful, I'll tell you.

BUTCH: We tried everything.

-BUTCH: Then...
-So, you just left it there?

Yeah. (scoffs)

Might still be there for all I know.

Hey, you know, we ought--

-What is it?
-Oh, nothing.

Just act like nothing's wrong but...

-(Sundance clears throat)
-Get yourself behind a tree over there.

That's for turning me in, Butch!
You bastard!

BUTCH (shouting from a distance):
O.C., is that you?

I didn't turn you in!

O.C.!

This is crazy.
My own men are shooting at me.

-Sundance?
-SUNDANCE: Yeah.

BUTCH: What happened?

Oh, they missed you
and they put a little nick in me.

-Let me see.
-Oh, it's nothing.

(groans)

It's funny. I've never been wounded
in all the gunfights I've been in.

Yeah. (scoffs)

(stammering) You'll be okay.

There's a... There's a good doctor
in Circleville. About 30 miles from here.

-Think you can make it?
-Oh, yeah. Easy.

Let's go.

-I gotta stop here.
-Okay.

SUNDANCE (whispers): Listen, I'm sorry.

(groans) I gotta get down.

A minute.

(sighs)

I've gotta stop the bleeding.

No, no, no, no.

-That won't do it.
-How, then?

(sighs)

Take a bullet and break it open.

There's a tool in my saddlebag.

(Sundance sighs)

(Sundance groans)

-BUTCH (panting): Okay.
-Now...

Now, pour it around the wound.

-Are you sure you want this in here?
-Do it.

-Okay.
-Now, light it.

-What?
-Get a match and light it.

-No.
-(sighs)

Well, then,
give me a match and I'll do it.

-BUTCH: Uh-uh.
-(sighs)

Butch, it's the only way
to stop the bleeding.

-Come on.
-Sundance, it's gonna hurt like hell.

It could kill ya.

It already hurts like hell.

-SUNDANCE: Now, come on.
-Okay.

SUNDANCE: If you don't do it fast,
you're gonna shake it out. Damn it.

(Sundance screaming in pain)

You're looking much better.

You need washing up.

(whispers) Okay.

(clears throat)

-What's your name?
-Mary.

Mary.

Where is this?

About a mile from Circleville.

You shouldn't talk too much.

(grunts)

I'll tell him you're awake.

Tell him in an hour.

Hey.

The doctor tells me
you're gonna make a total recovery.

Yeah.

How long have I been out?

That's how long.

(exhales deeply)

Hey, look at that.

We thought it'd be a nice present for you
when you came to.

Mary shaved it.
Shaped it up real nice like that.

-Get well, buddy.
-Hey, Butch.

-BUTCH: Hmm.
-You know... (groans)

-About Mary.
-BUTCH: What about her?

Well... (scoffs)

I think if you hadn't have come in,

maybe, we would have been
able to, you know...

Oh, yeah.
Well, uh, it's better you didn't...

being in your condition and all.

Besides she's my wife.

(laughs)

Ow.

(crickets chirping)

(sighs)

(exhales)

-What do you want?
-Are you really The Sundance Kid?

-Who are you?
-Robert Leroy Parker Jr., sir.

I'm Sam. Samuel Maximillian Parker, sir.

BUTCH: Hey,
I told you boys to stay out of here.

It's all right.
I've been sleeping too much, anyway.

Your ma says you both have homework to do.

-I hardly got any, really.
-Oh, yeah?

-She's really strict, Pa.
-Well, mothers can be like that.

Gotta watch out for 'em.
Never can trust women.

BUTCH: Come on.

-You ever met Butch Cassidy?
-He's an outlaw, too.

He started out around here.

-Yeah, I know old Butch.
-SAM: What's he like?

Well, he's real short, you know.
Little bitty guy.

SUNDANCE:
He's got these beady little eyes,

kinda looks like a mole.

-Uglier than hell.
-Come on, boys.

Sundance isn't feeling too well.
You can tell he's kind of delirious.

Let's go.

-Good night, Sundance.
-Good night, Sundance.

You son of a bitch.

They don't know?

No. It's the way she wants it.

BUTCH: Me too, I guess.

(Butch groans)

SUNDANCE:
When was the last time you saw 'em?

The night before I went to prison.

Don't they think that's kind of funny,
you being away that long?

Well, I've been gone more or less
most of their lives.

That's the way they think things are.

I send money.

Sooner or later,
they're gonna find out, Butch.

I've been thinking about that.

-Good night.
-Good night.

(footsteps receding)

-I'll take a dozen of them pork chops.
-BUTCH: Yes, ma'am.

MAN: Quite a load, David.

Uh, uh, uh, uh. Too much paper, Parker.

-That stuff costs good money, you know.
-Yes, sir.

-Give me six pounds of beef steak.
-I'll be with you in a minute, ma'am.

And trim off the fat.
I ain't paying for fat.

You trim it off them chops.

(people chattering)

-(clears throat)
-(horses neighing)

-Closer.
-Right.

-Now, what are you doing, Parker?
-(gasps)

(sighs)

She asked me to trim the fat off, sir.

If she doesn't like the fat,
tell her to go someplace else.

There is no place else.

Aha! And, uh, Parker...

stop bleeding on the meat.

(birds chirping)

SUNDANCE: Too slow.

(groaning)

It's my turn to be Sundance now.

Uh-uh. You're still Cassidy.

SAM: I don't want to be Cassidy anymore.
He's an ugly little runt.

So? You're an ugly little runt!

Mom, Bobby won't let me be Sundance.

Hey!

Bobby, let Sam be Sundance for a while.
You be Cassidy.

BOBBY: I don't want to be Cassidy.

Oh, that's a hell of a note. My own kids.

BOBBY: Cassidy don't do nothin' good.

See?

Cassidy doesn't do anything well.

SUNDANCE: So, then, I said, "Butch...

if you put the dynamite
on top of the safe,

it's not gonna open it up."

But you know old Butch,
stubborn as a mule and twice as ugly.

He, um...

I don't know how you ever put up with him.

He goes ahead and puts the dynamite
on top of the safe anyway,

and he lights it,
and there's this huge explosion.

And when the smoke clears,

the safe has gone right down
through the... through the car,

and it's gotten stuck there in between
the railroad ties on the railroad track.

Then what'd you do, Sundance?

What did you do, Sundance?

You being so much smarter than Butch,

how'd you figure out how to get
the money out of the safe?

Well...

Thank you, Mary.

What I didn't tell you
was that when we stopped the train,

it was on top of a bridge.

A bridge?

You stopped the train on top
of a bridge to rob it?

Well, it's a perfect place, Robert.

See? So, even though the safe was lodged
down there in the railroad tracks,

it was hanging down under the bridge.

So, all I had to do
was have Butch hold onto my feet,

and I hung upside down
and I cleared the money out of the safe.

Hmm. It's a wonder
he didn't drop you on your head.

-(scoffs)
-(dog whines)

Uh, boys, why don't you go out
and take Curley off the separator.

(Curley whinnying continuously)

See you later, son.

Why are you trying to make me look bad
in front of your kids for?

I'm trying to make you look bad?

What are you trying to do to me?

What? They want to hear stories
and I was all out of my own.

-Yeah. Well, don't take...
-What's wrong about it?

...what happened to me
and say it happened to you.

They think Butch Cassidy
is some kind of a horse's ass.

Maybe he is.

Excuse me, Mary. It was very good.

-What's the matter with you?
-BUTCH (sighs): I don't know.

Yeah, I do.

I heard in town today that...
Mike Cassidy's in jail in Wyoming.

-Rob.
-Hmm?

You're not gonna try anything,

like trying to spring Mike out
of jail or something?

No.

-Mary, you know poor, old--
-Let his being in jail make you realize

that what you're doing now is right.

(scoffs) Be glad it's not you in there.

-Yeah, I am.
-Hmm.

I know it's been hard for you
these past weeks.

Oh, I'll be okay...

soon as Sundance gets strong enough
to get out of here.

(birds squawking)

This here water has gone up
another two inches.

MAN: Yes, I know it has.

STORE OWNER: Hurry up, Parker.
We gotta open up.

(sighs)

-Morning, ladies.
-Hmph. Morning?

-More like afternoon.
-(woman 2 clicks tongue)

-WOMAN 1: Four minutes late.
-WOMAN 2: New, isn't he?

(intense music plays)

MARY: Where are you going?

-I have to clear out of here for a while.
-Why?

Because somebody
who wants to kill me is in town.

-Does he know you're here?
-Not yet, but he will.

I figure if I leave now,
he won't harm you or the boys.

Then, after he leaves?

Well, I'll lay low for a while.

Let things simmer down,
and, then, I'll come back.

-It's all gonna start again, isn't it?
-No, it's not gonna start again!

Then why are you taking that?

Because...

Because you don't go out there
without one. That's why because.

Now, where are the boys?
I want to say goodbye to 'em.

They're with Sundance at the creek.

(birds chirping)

I'll be back. I promise.

-Mary, I couldn't help O.C. showing up.
-I know.

It's not your fault.

It's just how things are... who you are.

Something always happens.

Goodbye, Robert.

BUTCH: Mary.

(door closes)

(croaks)

-BUTCH: How's it going?
-Wanna try?

I'd like to, Sam, but, uh, I can't.

-I'm gonna have to be away for a while.
-Why?

-Something came up.
-I don't want you to go.

Well, son, I don't want to go, either.
But I have to.

Is Sundance going, too?

Yes, Sam. I guess I'll be going too.

Bobby, give your old man a hug.

(pats)

(Butch kisses)

Hey. You try not to fight too much
while I'm gone, okay?

Okay.

Now, I was saving this
for your birthday, but here.

I want you to take care of this for me.

Take a hold on this for me, will you?

Listen up here for a minute, okay?

Uh, you know how I've been telling you
Butch Cassidy is an ugly little mole?

Well, it's not true.

He's actually
a fairly nice-looking fella,

and he's a bit smarter than I said too.

Uh...

Not the worst guy I ever met, either.

Just wanted you to remember that, okay?

SUNDANCE (whispers): Okay, goodbye.

(harmonica plays)

What's all that about?

Nothing.

SUNDANCE:
Why don't you just face up to this guy?

BUTCH : Because if I kill him,
I'll be right back where I started from.

Besides, he's a better shot than me
and he'll probably kill me.

Well, then, your troubles are over, right?

Terrific.

-Who is this guy?
-(Butch groans)

I don't think I heard you. What'd you say?

Hanks.

The guy who shot me?

Yeah. Listen, Sundance.

He wasn't aiming at you.
He was shooting at me.

Oh. Well, that's okay.
The guy almost killed me!

-Sundance!
-(horse neighs)

BUTCH: You're not a hundred percent yet.

I mean, if you were a fraction
of a second late,

you could lose an arm or a leg,
do you know that?

-I won't be.
-Well, how can you be sure of that?

-'Cause I've been practicing.
-Oh. You've been practicing, huh?

Shooting bottles?
Bottles don't shoot back!

You just tell him I'm out here.
That's all.

-No, I'm not gonna do that.
-Okay. Then, I'm going in there.

Let's go. Okay.

Go.

WOMAN: Albert! Albert!
Come out of the water.

SUNDANCE: Where are you going?

-(snoring)
-(woman humming)

(humming stops)

(dogs barking)

BUTCH: Now, listen, O.C.,
I don't want any trouble.

What'd you say?

-I don't want any trouble.
-(O.C. groans)

This your new system, Butch?
Sneaking up on people from behind?

I'm trying to save your life.

O.C. (chuckles): By cutting my throat?

Look, I could slit you from ear to ear
but I never killed anybody before

and I don't intend to start right now,

but there's somebody outside
right now who would.

Who?

-The Sundance Kid.
-(laughs)

I got no beef
with nobody with a name like that.

Oh, yeah? Well, when you tried
to bushwhack me in Ogden Orchard,

you hit him and not me.

And I'll tell you something, O.C.,
he don't have a forgiving nature.

So if I were you, I'd get out that back
door and get the hell outta here.

(scoffs) You're bluffing, Butch.
There ain't nobody out there.

Oh, yes. There is, O.C.

And believe me, he's the best I ever saw.
Better than Doc Holliday.

(shouts) O.C. Hanks!

Come on out here, you yellow bastard!

Go on, O.C. Get outta here.
I'll stall him for ya.

(scoffs)

The man wants to fight, Butch.

O.C. Hanks don't back down.

After I get finished with him, Butch...

You.

(intense music plays)

I heard you got a complaint.

I don't like people going around
putting holes in my body.

I don't blame you.

(sniffs) How long has that been?

Uh. About a month, maybe?

O.C.: Puts me to wondering
whether you've recovered yet.

I figure you ain't.

Could that be right?

-I'll get the marshal.
-Yeah, get him.

After.

O.C.: But we're gonna find out, ain't we?

(laughs) That hurts, don't it?

-That hurt?
-(laughs)

Hey, tell me, Sundance,
do you like the water?

O.C.: You want more?

O.C.: Come on. Come on!

Come on.

(laughing)

I bet you're just a little slow now,
ain't you?

-Come on, O.C., or I'll shoot ya!
-O.C.: I'm ready!

I'm ready.

-Go for your gun, boy.
-You.

(church bell tolling)

It's five o'clock!
Draw on the fifth chime, damn it!

(clock chimes)

(clock chimes)

(clock chimes)

-(clock chimes)
-(fires)

(intense music plays)

-Damn it! He drew early!
-WOMAN: Come back here!

SUNDANCE: He drew early!

He's dead.
Shot him right through the heart.

He never could count,
the poor, dumb bastard.

He didn't even hear it.

-Well, I didn't wanna kill him. I just--
-I know!

I wanted to put a bullet--

-I just wanted to put a hole in him.
-I know.

-But he made me rush my shot.
-I know, I know.

Now wait a second.
Now, I've never killed anybody before.

You know, I've shot 'em,
but I've never killed 'em.

Are you sure he's dead?

(breathes heavily)

(gags)

SUNDANCE: What was this guy like?

-BUTCH: Who?
-Hanks.

Okay, really.

-Thanks a lot.
-What for?

Oh, I wanted you to tell me
he was a lousy bastard

-who didn't deserve to live.
-Oh.

-Did he have any family?
-Just the five kids.

-Did he?
-No!

Would you quit torturing yourself?

He didn't have any kids.

He didn't even have a wife,
just some old hag he lived with.

Sundance, you go getting
yourself into gunfights,

you can't just pick orphans to do it with.

(keys jingling)

GUARD: Someone to see you, Cassidy.

I don't know anyone. Go away.

It's your lawyers.

When you want out, just give a holler.

-(clanks)
-BUTCH: Thank you.

MIKE: Lawyers, huh?
You got the wrong room.

Mike, it's me, Butch.

I don't...

-Butch.
-Cassidy.

(laughs)

Butch.

-Butch Cassidy! (laughs)
-(shushes) Hey.

Oh...

Look it, you made something
outta yourself, boy.

-You're a lawyer now?
-(chuckles) No, no, I'm not a lawy--

BUTCH (whispering): I'm not a lawyer.

-(keys jingling)
-Not a lawyer?

What are you doing in here?

Mike, we came to get you outta here.

(inhales deeply) Oh...

I'm not up to no breakout, Butch.

I just ain't up to it.

BUTCH: Well, now, Mike,
there's other ways to get you out of here.

We'll get you a lawyer, a real lawyer.

The best lawyer in the state of Wyoming,
Cyrus Antoon, if we have to.

Antoon?

(clicks tongue, chuckles)

Do you know how much he costs, Butch?

-How much?
-(chuckles) I don't know,

but he costs a hell of a lot of money.

Then we'll get the money out of a bank.

-What bank?
-(chuckles)

BUTCH: Whatever one we pick.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Aw, damn. She moved.

(chattering)

Howdy.

-Where's the bank?
-Through there.

Well, we have a deposit to make here.

Fine, just, uh, hand over your guns first.

No, we're supposed to guard this
till it's safe in the vault,

that's what our boss said.

Uh-huh, and we're supposed
to take your guns,

that's what our boss said.

(crowd gasping)

Damn, I'd like to watch that.

-(crowd gasping)
-Oh, I gotta see this. I'll be right back.

WOMAN (in low voice): David, get up.

Excuse me, but I do not think
that addition is correct.

-(typewriter clicking)
-TELLER: Well, I'll check into it.

Please, would you?

Great, Butch. What are we supposed to do?

Strangle everybody?

-(teller talking indistinctly)
-Did he?

-Do think you're wrong.
-(crowd gasping)

(woman sighs)

Oh! I'm sorry.

-I didn't see you.
-(boy sobs)

Uh... Here, son. Here's a nickel.

-You buy yourself another bag of popcorn.
-It's a dime.

Huh?

BUTCH: Well, then, uh, here's 20 cents.

You buy yourself two bags of popcorn.

-Come on.
-I'm sorry, ma'am.

(sighs)

BUTCH: Sundance. The door.

Come on.

(pops)

Thank you very much.

Everybody put their hands up in the air.

Don't make a sound.
We'll be out of here in a few minutes.

You just keep covering everybody.

-What are you doin'?
-It's enough.

-What do you mean that's enough?
-To cover Antoon's fee.

What, are you crazy? When are we
gonna get another chance like this?

-Come on.
-It's all we need.

I told ya, I'm trying to go straight.

You call this goin' straight,
stealin' a little?

-It's close enough!
-Butch!

(grunts)

(pants)

(groans)

(groans) That's it.

That's it.

I quit.

(wheels screeching)

(chattering)

Oh, Sundance, look at that.
Little kids working for the damn railroad.

(indistinct chattering)

-Hey, Butch!
-Harvey! Got your message.

Bill.

Carver and me have been working
this train crew,

-you know, to see what we can find out.
-Yeah?

Uh, no, thanks.

Well, word has it
that there's a train loaded with money

leaving a few days from now for Frisco.

-Who's this?
-Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, this is Harvey Logan,
also known as Kid Curry.

Bill Carver, Harvey, Bill,
the Sundance Kid.

You ain't heard the best part.

-It's the damn mint train.
-SUNDANCE: What's that?

Well, there's a mint in Frisco, right?

Well, every so often, they take
a whole bundle of brand-new money

that they just printed up
and they ship it on out.

And this train?

It leaves the day after tomorrow
for Salt Lake.

Uh, I think I'll pass.

Okay, you pass. We don't need you anyway.

I'll do it with you guys.

Oh? And who's gonna plan this operation?

-Me.
-(scoffs)

Do you think you're the only one
around here that can think?

Around here? Yeah.

Oh, I see.

And, uh, we can't even rob a train
without you showing us how, is that it?

-That's right.
-Well, then, show us how.

Oh, damn it!

-(typewriter clicking)
-(gavel thudding)

JUDGE: Uh, gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honor.

We, the jury, find the defendant
Mike Cassidy, not guilty.

-(people murmuring)
-Court dismissed.

-Next case in ten minutes.
-(sighs)

This is the greatest country in the world.
Guilty as hell, free as a bird.

-Gentlemen.
-(indistinct chattering)

RAY: Mike.

Hey.

Ray, how you doing?

Come on, let's get ourselves
down to the saloon

and get a little drunk, huh?
What do you say?

You're not gonna get drunk, Mike.

-Not until you do this, anyway.
-Do what?

I got a pretty good idea
that Butch Cassidy

robbed the Montpelier bank
to pay for your Mr. Antoon.

-Well, God bless him.
-Yes, I think you owe him something.

Now, I got the governors
of three states to agree

that if Butch will come back voluntarily,
right away,

they'll drop all past charges against him.

That's great, Ray.

Yeah, it would be great
if I knew where the hell he is.

Now, you can find him.

Now, you listen.

People will tell you things
they won't tell me.

You give him this and do it fast

because if he does
one more job, it's all off!

Go on. Get going.

(judge talking indistinctly)

And I don't have to go along with this
amnesty thing Bledsoe's cooked up.

When this scum leads us to Cassidy,
we grab him and the kid.

-SUNDANCE: You know, I've been thinking.
-That could be dangerous.

What do we need Logan and Carver for?
Why don't we do this job ourselves?

Because you can't rob a train
with two men.

How many times do I have to tell you
it takes four minimum.

Anyway, by now, they probably already
boarded the train in Winnemucca.

-CARVER: Ow!
-Think so, huh?

That goddamn train! It just wouldn't stop!
Just kept on highballing through!

Without nobody on board,

there's no way we could make
the engineers stop it.

Yeah, and you ain't heard the best part.

That train has a detachment
of cavalry on it.

-Cavalry?
-Cavalry! Whole carload full of 'em.

Horses in the cattle car ahead.

I guess they're there
to protect the shipment.

-Well, that blows it.
-Mm-hm. Not necessarily.

Butch, that damn train ain't gonna stop
for a bunch of guys

settin' on their horses
by the side of the tracks!

Well, you're right about that, Harvey.

We gotta get rid of the horses.

Well, Butch, what do we do
after we rob the train, run?

Anyway, how are we gonna
get that damn train to stop?

(exhales)

What does the train stop for?

MIKE: Any of you fellas seen
Butch Cassidy?

-MAN 1: He's rode off. Down that way.
-MAN 2: He went off with Logan and Carver.

MIKE: Come on! Thank you, boys.

(intense music playing)

This is the last time
I ever rob a train with you, Butch.

-(train whistle blows)
-I hear it.

It's about time. My legs are numb.

-I gotta take a leak real bad.
-I just did.

(talking indistinctly)

-Hey, I'm trying to find Butch Cassidy.
-MAN: I think he went through there.

(coughs)

Where is he?

-Beg your pardon? (pants)
-Where's Butch?

Butch Cassidy?
I don't know any Butch Cassidy.

Let me tell you one thing, mister,
if I did know, I wouldn't tell ya,

-even if you killed me.
-(gun cocks)

Mint train.

(train whistle blows)

Say, you two fellas aren't having
second thoughts, are ya?

I'm the one that thought of this
in the first place, ain't I?

I just wanted to make sure.

(wheels screeching)

(indistinct chattering)

-(slams)
-(man coughs)

-Sounds like an awful lot of 'em.
-Enough.

Well, we can't hold off that many of 'em!

You won't have to
if you all do your jobs right.

(intense music playing)

-MAN: Get 'em back on board!
-(indistinct chattering)

(train whistle blows)

Okay. Ready?

All right, let's go.

-(puffs)
-(chugging)

(grunts)

Well, jump, you lousy...

You're gettin' to be the only one
I can depend on anymore.

I could've told you that a long time ago.

You think we can do it?

I don't know. I guess we'll find out, huh?

Okay, uh...
I'll get the engineer and the fireman.

You go pull the pin between
the cattle car and the cavalry.

-Okay.
-Good luck.

(screams, groans)

(sputters)

(laughs) Damn it!

(humming)

-Just keep going!
-(whistling)

Oh, that's what I thought I'd do.

You picked the wrong train to rob,
me friend.

There's a whole contingent
of U.S. Cavalry aboard.

Not for long, we don't have 'em.

-Hey, Butch, we got problems.
-Huh? What is it?

Well, Harvey said the car with the horses
was in front of the soldiers.

It's the other way around.

-Damn.
-It's behind.

We'll have to change
our plans a bit, then.

I imagine so.

-Stop the train.
-Why, you fellas want to get off?

-How'd you like a mouthful of brains?
-(chuckles)

Sundance, do you think
you can keep the cavalry

-in that car for a while?
-Sure!

You better make it look like
there's more than one of ya!

How many you want me to be, Butch?

Aw, hell, I don't know. Make it a brigade.

Let me take your gun.

Jeez, you're lucky
you didn't have to use this.

The bullets are all wet.

Give me a couple of minutes
to get back there and set up, all right?

All right, now stop it.

You have wet bullets,
and wet bullets will not fire!

You want to test that theory?

Why, I've never felt so safe
traveling by train,

having all you soldiers on board.

Well, we'll do everything we can
to get you through safely, ma'am.

(wheels screeching)

-What are we stopping for?
-I don't know. I don't see anything.

-(passengers yelling)
-Stay down!

(hollering)

-Is that water?
-Yeah.

-Give it to me.
-(Sundance hollering)

(gunfire)

-(Sundance hollering)
-(gunfire)

(overlapping dialog)

-Nobody panic!
-(gunfire continues)

SUNDANCE: Yee-haw! (laughs)

Hello in there. This is a holdup.
Open the door, please.

BUTCH: Will you do what I say
and open the door?

I see one of 'em.

-(men shouting)
-MAN 1: Get away from the window!

(passengers screaming)

-Now what's that?
-BUTCH: Kerosene.

What you want with kerosene?

(chuckles) Well, uh...

I'm holding this match in my hand.

BUTCH: You want to take a guess?

(chuckles)

(indistinct chattering)

You men start firing. Start firing.

-SOLDIER: Someone up there?
-SOLDIER 2: Keep your head down, buddy!

(clamoring)

How many are there up there?

How much in each of them?

-Twenty-five thousand.
-We'll take two, please.

(mumbles)

Come on!

(footsteps rattling)

-(sighs)
-Come on, I think he's above us.

There's a lot more in there.

Thanks, but my friend's in kind of a hurry
and I think I can only manage two.

-I could help you with that one.
-SUNDANCE: Hey!

-Why are you being so helpful?
-Oh, this is a lot of fun.

Do you have any idea how boring it is
riding in this express car every day?

-Oh, boy. Yeah, I can imagine.
-Yeah.

-All right, come on.
-Okay.

-(gunfire)
-Ah!

-No, no, here.
-Ah.

Go on up. I'll hand 'em to you.

-(grunts)
-Hey!

-(chattering)
-They're robbing the express car.

I see it.

-Is anybody in the other car hurt?
-No.

-(gunfire)
-Aren't you gonna stop 'em?

No, not yet. Don't wanna rush 'em.

Might get some civilians hurt.

-We'll wait.
-(passengers screaming)

-But, captain--
-Sir, this is the United States Cavalry!

When they try to get away,
we'll be on 'em like a hawk on a chicken.

(gunfire)

-SUNDANCE: Hey! Yee-haw!
-Damn.

Let's go back.

(Sundance laughing)

What are you doing? What are you doing?

-(clattering)
-(screaming)

I hope they don't get brave.
I only have five bullets left.

Heeyah! Heeyah! Heeyah!

MAN: Come on! There it is!

-(grunts)
-Oh, I don't know about that.

-Come on!
-(gunshot)

We got 'em now. They're up at the end.

(grunts)

Oh!

They're coming in!

-(screams)
-Get out of the way!

-Pull up!
-(gunshot)

Let's see if we can shake them off.

(grunts)

(grunts)

-(gunshot)
-Jesus!

If you don't mind,
I... I'd rather not try that.

-Well, throw it over then!
-Okay.

-SOLDIER: There they are!
-(grunts)

-I'm sorry.
-Thanks a lot.

Come on. Come on.

MAN 1: Get inside.

MAN 2: Hey, in here. There's a gun.

(grunts) Jesus...

-This thing's heavy.
-You ought to try running with it.

-Sundance!
-Hey.

-Here they are! Look out!
-(gunfire)

-(horse neighs)
-MAN 2: They're in the cattle car!

Aw, shit, no more left!

-(talking indistinctly)
-Pull this up. Pull this up.

Sundance, I can't get the door opened.

-BUTCH: Suspenders!
-What?

Your suspenders! I got an idea!

MAN 1: Take it easy.

(grunts)

(gunfire)

Jammed! Let's get all the ammunition!

Yeah, let's go!

-Where's the gun?
-I don't know.

-SUNDANCE: Heeyah!
-BUTCH: Heeyah! Come on!

-Yee-haw!
-(horse neighs)

-BUTCH: Heeyah! Get on down!
-(groans)

BUTCH: Yee-haw! Come on, Sundance!

(wheels screeching)

Okay, men, mount up! Let's go get 'em!

-What's happened to the horses?
-MAN: They even stole the horses!

-Are you-- Are you in charge here?
-Yeah.

Well, we need fresh horses.

Take all you goddamn want.

CAPTAIN: They're right out there.

-BUTCH: We did it!
-SUNDANCE (laughing): Whoo!

You did some pretty fancy shooting
back there, did I mention that?

-Just soldiers.
-Uh...

-Gimme a bunch of soldiers anytime.
-Yeah?

Someday, sooner or later
somebody's gonna get us.

Well, in that case, Butch,
I vote for later.

I'd say you get that poster
you wanted, Sundance.

(laughs) Son of a bitch!

We're gonna be famous!

(both laughing)

(Western music playing)