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Oh , Mr. Beauregard.

An answer for you from New orleans.

-What do they say?
-Sundowner sails the 21 st. Stop.

Oestination : Europe. Stop.

Reservation : confirmed.

Stop.

Req uest deposit $500. Stop.

Hey! What about the $500?

No hurry.
The important thing is there's a ship.

Gee!

$10!

How'd he do it, Pa?
I only heard one shot.

It's a q uestion of speed , son.

Ain't nobody faster on the d raw
than him?

Faster than him?

Nobody.

Red!

Too late, amigo.

Who d id it?

You d id.

When you first started Iooking for me.

Where's Nevada?

Holed up at Akema.

He ain't about to move from there.

What were you doing here?
Who shot you?

-Go...
-Where?

Go screw yourself.

You alone are responsible to us
form a king the gold Iegal.

Instead , Sullivan , you chase
After your own personal affairs.

You're leaving a trail of dead bod ies
Across the state.

A trail that Ieads straig ht here.

Jack Beauregard.

Yeah!

We pay you
'cause you're respectable.

A gentleman with a worked-out mine
who d iscovered anew vein.

Any suspicion that falls on you ,
falls on the gold.

What are you afraid of?

You've got everyone
exactly where you want them.

I could shout the truth
from the rooftops.

I could bring the sheriff in here
and say, " Look."

If we d id n't add
the stolen gold to the ore,

this mine would only prod uce rock.

I could even show them.

And nobody would believe me.

And they'd all be blind and deaf.

But not d umb.

There's talk going around.

Talk gets into places
where there ain't no fear.

The ore that comes out of this mine
has got to be refined Iegally.

You keep your hands clean , Sullivan.

If I don't kilI

Beauregard first,

he'll kill me.

That's rig ht.

Two things go to a man's heart.
Bullets and gold.

You telling me

to buy Jack Beauregard?

Why not?

We boug ht you.

Buy him or kill him. But do it fast!

You hear me? Fast!

Hey!
Load up 20 of them horseshoes.

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

He's got nothing but junk here.
Look at this.

Who's gonna buy this?

And this.

Even a broken shoe.

Hey, you!

Hey! Where'd he come from?

What are you doing in there?

-SIeeping .
-This ain't no hotel.

-What are you Iooking for?
-A horse.

Hey. Make him pay first.

Why?

You mig ht not Iive long enoug h
to get cred it.

Where you going?

The secret of along life
is to try not to shorten it.

Hey!
Hold on there.

-I can get you a horse.
-Honest?

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

Come here.

Give me here.

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

You take him this basket.

When you get back
I'll find you a horse.

This pal of yours.

It's Jack Beauregard , huh?

A bargain's a bargain.

-A horse, huh?
-Sure, son.

The best.

-I smell beans and bacon .
-For the three men out there.

They won't be hung ry much longer.

Is the ship still there?

Sailing date 16 days. Stop.

Must have $500
to confirm reservation. Stop.

What should I tell New orleans?

There are still 16 days.

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

If you go away, who will be left?

-Nobody.
-But a man's got to q uit some time.

Some time.

Someone like you
Has to go out with style.

Come here just to tell me that?

Oh , no.

For me?

What do you think's in it?

I reckon it's a bomb.

I reckon you're rig ht.
Who sent it?

Three fellas out there. only three.

-Only?
-Yeah. Like that time in EI Paso.

5th of March 1882.

Billy Mason , John Murray,
Fred Carson.

-'82 was one of your best...
-What d id you bring this for?

A horse.

Like I was saying ...

In April '82 in AIbuq uerq ue, four.

Jackson , Johnson ...

Murdoch and Champion.

-How many horses to take it back?
-None. My pleasure.

It was in the fall
that you really scored.

September, Socorro.

Five! Milton , Woolman ,
Firestone, McOonald and Valence.

How come you know so much about me?

Everyone knows about Jack Beauregard .
The West's hope for Iaw and order.

Start ad miring someone,
pretty soon you're envious.

So you start showing off.

You take chances
and before you know it

you're dead.

It ain't good for some folks
to Iive too long.

How many d id you get at Heeler Bend?

Six. No, seven!

One tried to g un you
Behind your back.

He says he don't want it.

But you never got 150 all at once.

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

An immense, open plain.

150 pure-bred sons of bitches
on horseback.

And you facing them. AIone.

-Why only 150?
-The Wild Bunch.

-They are only 150. That's why.
-Yeah.

150 who shoot and ride
like there's thousands.

Who are you , anyway?

Who, me?

-Nobody.
-Get to be somebody.

Then we'll surround them.

Yeah!

No. You got to face them alone.
You on one side. Them on the other.

You don't need to wash it this time.

O'you want a hand?
Hey, Jack!

Jack, I found a horse. Wait!

Turn around , you!

-We got to shoot it out?
-You're his friend.

I wish I was.

You know what they say?

He can d raw his g un three times
before the other g uy reaches.

Like this.

Well .
If we got to shoot it out, I'm ready.

Well , just a...

Hey, he d id deliver the basket.

-Yeah .
-Sure.

-The son of a...
-Beauregard d id n't want it.

You earned yourself a horse.

Thanks, amigo. I'll take this one.

I'll be...!

Blessed is he
who shares his neig hbor's burden.

Seen a white man around here?

I'm Iooking for a white man .
Seen him?

Where is he?

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

What are you doing here?

Praying.

-Good thing you are.
-Why?

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

I got a lot of friends here.

Chief Broken Branch d ied yesterday.

Priest arrived in time,
med icine man d id n't.

-What brings you among the Injuns?
-I'm Iooking for someone.

Sam Peckinpah.

That's a beautiful name in Navajo.

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

Listen to this one.

Eno Poknomah.

What's his name?

That's his business.

Nevada Kid.

-You know where he is?
-Must be down below.

The best are always the first to go.

So you ain't going nowhere.

You're staying here
with your Injun friends for good.

What's the matter?
You got to have a crowd watching?

You said you was nobody.

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

Turn around!

Oraw!

Let's bring my personal history
up to date.

Today. J une 3rd , 1800.

Nobody.

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

Four shots. one hole.

Like the good old days.

There was never any good old days.

Tell me. What's your game?

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

And now that you're all g rowed up?

I'm more cautious.

Sometimes running a little risk
can bring big rewards.

If the risk is little,

the reward is little.

First Nevada,

then Red.

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

What the hell are they up to?

Oh , you'll find out.

I see it clear as crystal.

Jack Beauregard stand ing alone.
Facing the Wild Bunch.

Just think of it.
You'll be in all the history books.

You'll be down on Earth read ing them

while I'm up there playing on a harp.

You shine
like the door of a whorehouse.

-A blind man could spot you miles off.
-I like folks to see me.

Maybe folks don't share
your pleasure.

Thanks.

But I prefer my own .
The air sharpens the wits.

It's a matter of time
before someone shoots holes in yours.

Out of the way, shorty!

Or I'll crush you underfoot
like a flea.

You look so small from up here

I can hard Iy see you.

You got the message?

-See any better now?
-I wish I'd never seen you.

Here's a dollar.
Anybody else want to try?

I'll have a try.

Have another try.

Like a woman. Give her the g Iad eye,
you get a black eye.

Offer her a steak,
she makes mincemeat out of you.

Come on up!

Come on now, folks.
Step rig ht up.

Hit his head ,
you'll win an apple pie.

Score twelve, you can have
the nigger for the nig ht.

Give them all you've got.

Three hits, only 50 cents.
Apple pie, $1.

And for the red uced price of $2,
six cantaloupes.

Six ripe cantaloupes.
When I say ripe, I mean ripe.

Let me try.

Come on ! Move your arm there!

Come on , folks.
Give them all you've got.

Come on ! Move your arm there!

What's your name? Come on.

Give them all you've got.
The fun of the game...

What d id you say
the fun of the game is?

Son of a bitch.

I can stay as long as I like.
I've as much rig ht as any to be here.

-Sleep there, g rand pa.
-You stinking , mangy polecats.

One day the worm will turn
and nip you in the bud.

Tell your stinking boss Sullivan.

Who the hell are you?

I'll take 3: 1 on Sq uirrel.

Another $10 on Sq uirrel.

Come on , folks.

3: 1 on Sq uirrel.

He's a g reat shot but he could miss.
Try your Iuck.

Hi.

Beer.

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

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

Sure. Anyone can play.

If you can afford it.

If you can shoot.

And if you can d rink.

Okay. I'll have a go.

Ten ... twenty.

Know the rules? Hit the g Iass
before it hits the floor.

Come on , folks. Who'II take me on?

Place your bets. 2: 1 on the stranger.

3: 1. This is real special .
Any takers? Come on , folks.

Hey, Marshall. Here.

Can't I do it with milk?

I'll take five. Come on , folks. 5: 1.

Who'II take me on?

Here's six for me, Marshall.

Lucky skunk!

That one got away.

Lucky bastard!

Come on. Now it's ?: 1.

Lucky shit!

Hold it!

The game's over.

-Lucky...
-...he d id n't aim at you.

There you are. 200.

Whisky.
These games make a man thirsty.

That evens the score for g Iasses.

Now let's try pistols.

Your upside-down pistols worry me.

Fell as that carry them like that
are bad med icine.

CIown.

-Now, we can't miss.
-Smart a Ieck.

You fell as don't seem to catch on .
It's actually simple.

Pay attention.

How do you do?

We play for hig her stakes up here.

Scape's talking to you.

Why don't you join us?

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

-This a game two can play?
-If you know the rules.

For me every game has the same rule.

-Play to win .
-The whole town has to see this game.

Big aud ience, big take.

Two thousand.

-Who's gonna lose this hand?
He'll be here tomorrow.

The name's Jack Beauregard.

That's a name to reckon with.

How much do you reckon?

Five hund red?

A thousand more, perhaps?

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

Will this do for an answer?

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

I won't.

Only three shots.
You still got one to go.

The next one mig ht hit
a couple of inches Iower.

Your Iife's hang ing by a thread ,
Mr. Beauregard.

Looks like you got your aud ience
so we can wind up this little story.

It's an old story for you.

January'86. Mad ison.

-The same situation , remember?
-I faced three bastards that day.

Exactly.

Seems that hole was aching
For another bullet.

When the spirit is willing
the flesh has the strength of ten.

-Can I send a teleg ram?
-Yes, sir. It costs 25 cents a word.

Maritime Company, New orleans.

Req uest confirmation of reservation.

Sundowner, sailing 12 days. Stop.

$500 deposit follows. Stop.

Sig ned Jack Beauregard.

Look who's back.

What are you hold ing that for?

Id iots.

You go catch those two.

He's gone into the corner room.

Come on. Ouiet.

Up there. I g uess he's asleep.

I heard him set his alarm clock.

This will wake him q uicker
than any alarm.

He must be rig ht up there.

I'll go.

-Get him?
-No.

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

-Breaking mirrors is bad Iuck.
-Give me a match.

Lig ht it.

-Well , it only Iasts one minute.
-Lig ht it.

Oon't you think I oug ht to get down?

People waste days and weeks and years

till all of a sudden
there's only 30 seconds to go.

It stopped.

Happens to everyone.

Oon John , where are you?

I'm here.

Me too.

Wham ! Bam!

Thank you , ma'am.

-That's real funny.
-Nothing funny about death.

Shut up!

There are eig ht of them .
Look!

What a lot of Nobodys,
Reflections one and all.

In truth there's only one.
Which is that son of a g un?

The third one.

You really are slipping. Hold this.

Who? Me?

Yes. You.

-Well?
-Well.

Nevada.
And that other sneak thief Red.

They boug ht me out.

For$200!

Fine partners I had.

My share of the mine
For 200 measly, stinking dollars.

And now my bag's empty.

I got so mad it gave me asthma.

See how I Iive?
Have to breathe this shit.

I don't want to talk about it.
Ain't no use persisting.

If you want to persist,
you'll have to persist harder.

The man himself told me.

"Joe, old pal ," he said.

"That ain't no mine.
It's just a hole in the g round.

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

Now, that city slicker,
that Sullivan ,

he wants to buy it for $600.

And that ain't hay, Joe.

Why, you could Iive
on your share of it for a year."

That's what they told me.

-Then what?
-The ore ran out.

The money ran out
And the Iiq uor ran out.

This'II q uench your thirst.

Come to the point.
I got no more doug h either.

Tarnation!

That mine began pouring out gold.

I say I deserve a share.
At least enoug h to keep me in Iiq uor.

But what d id Red and Nevada do?

They ran off somewhere.
The d irty coyotes.

Red and Nevada are dead .
You can d rink to their memory.

Like I say, he who Iives by the sword
will get nipped in the bud.

No, no! I surrender!

Next time, knock
before you come busting in.

You playing games?

A lot of g uys try to kill me
so they can brag about it.

You had your aud ience and target.

Opportunity don't knock twice.

Well , that depends
on your point of view.

It's a dangerous game.

Yeah.

It ain't easy to make balls spin.

Even if you do,

they wind up in the hole.

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

-Missed by a hair.
-Fact is, you saved my life today.

I'd rather it was my fault I got shot
than yours I d id n't.

That's horse manure, son.

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

Why'd id you blow on these balls?
It don't count.

-I wanted to let out some air.
-While you do, tell me.

-Why were you sitting in the street?
-I got tired of stand ing.

You keep turning your back to me.
Seems like you trust me too much.

Maybe you trust yourself too much.

Hear the story about the bird ie?
My g rand pa told me.

When I was a boy
men d id n't Iive to become g rand pas.

It weren't easy, but it could be done.

There was this bird ie
who could n't fly yet.

One freezing cold nig ht

he tumbles out of his nest
and Iands on the g round.

Well , he starts going ,
" Peep! Peep! Peep!"

Like crazy

'cause he's nearly freezing.

Lucky for him ,
Along comes this cow.

She sees him and feels sorry for him.

So,

she Iifts her tail.

And : splat!

Orops a steaming hot cow pie
rig ht on him.

The bird ie is warm but he ain't happy
and keeps going " Peep!

Peep! Peep! Peep!" , Iouder than ever.

Mean old coyote hears someone,
comes a-running.

He reaches out a paw,

pulls him out of the cow pie.

He brushes the d irt off, real nice.

And then ...

swallows him in one g ulp.

Grand pa said there was amoral
but I had to fig ure it out myself.

Bird?

Coyote? Cow pie?

It don't make no sense to me no how.

You still believe in fairy tales.

Yep.

For example.

This is the good g uy
who's got to avenge his brother.

This is the bad g uy

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

-And this...
-Is my blue-eyed g uard ian angel.

That's Nobody.

That Ieaves you and me face to face.

Nope.

That Ieaves you alone.

Against 150.

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

You're that already. You just need
Something to make your name a Iegend.

What I don't understand
is what d ifference it makes to you.

If a man is a man ,
he needs someone to believe in.

I've met all kinds in my life.

Thieves and killers.

Pimps and prostitutes.

Con men and preachers.

Even a few fellas
that told the truth.

The kind you're talking about, never.

Maybe you've never met them .
or hard Iy ever.

But they're the only ones who count.

Reckon this fella's name is Sullivan.

Reckon it is.

Hey!

He's taken Sullivan away!

But Sullivan's nothing .
It's the Wild Bunch behind him.

We got to warn that young fella.

But if he kills Sullivan ,

he'll have 150 bloodthirsty cutthroats
on his tail.

-He'll make trouble for his self.
-He'll make a name for himself.

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

If you kill me, the Wild Bunch
will know you're onto them.

They said , " Kill him or buy him ."

I would n't try
unless it was my last chance.

You know how Nevada was.

Him , Red and me had an ag reement
For an extra share.

You know even better than me
how he hated sharing anything.

He deserved the bullet he got.

Red d id it.

But I kept his share.

It's yours now. Take all you want.
Live like a king for 100 years.

I don't intend to get that old.

I only need 500.

Is there a teleg raph office in town?

-How do I get to New orleans?
-Go to Kimball.

There's a train from there Fridays.

Oisappointed?

Yep.

I counted on your brotherly feeling.

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

he has old-fashioned notions
like blood's thicker than water.

Sure, Nevada's my brother.

But he's a g rade-A skunk
who shot people in the back.

What's more, he stole $10,000 off me.

I ain't risking my life
to avenge him.

How modern
the old folks are becoming.

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

My destiny is to get the hell out.
on a ship that's sailing for Europe.

Sometimes you run into your destiny
on the road you take to avoid it.

If you mean the Wild Bunch ,
forget it.

I ain't taking them on.

You will , Jack. You will.

Put it over there.

-Hold it!
-Where's it going?

Use your eyes, man. It's shunting.

But...
Who's d riving it?

Who?

They've stolen the train!

There's on Iy1 50 of them.

But they ride
like they were thousands.

A man's got to q uit some time.

Someone like you has
to go out with style.

Just think of it.

150 pure-bred sons of bitches
on horseback.

And you facing them.

AIone.

You'll be in all the history books.

You'll be down on Earth read ing them

while I'm under it, in my g rave.

-Like the door of a whorehouse.
-I like folks to see me.

You'll end in history.

You'll end in history.

You'll end in history.

You'll end in history.

You've ended in history!

Well.

Now you got me in the history books.

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

How's that?

You got to d ie.

-Where?
-Where there's Iots of people.

They're gonna shoot each other!

I told you
Your life was hang ing by a thread.

Oear Nobody,

Oying isn't the worse thing
to happen.

I've been dead for three days now
and I've finally found my peace.

You used to say my life
was hang ing by a thread.

Maybe so, but it's your life
that's hang ing by a thread now.

Well , that's one.

Let's get the other!

Ouite a few people
would like to cut that thread.

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

There's a d ifference
between you and me.

I tried to steer away from trouble.

You seem to look for it all the time.

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

You like others to take the cred it
so that you can remain a nobody.

You got it all nicely fig ured out.

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

You won't have much time left
For playing your games.

They'll make your life hard

Until you too meet somebody
who wants to put you down in history.

You'll find out that the only way
to become a nobody again is to d ie.

From now on
you'll be walking in my boots.

Maybe you won't Iaug h so Ioud anymore.

But you can still do one thing.

You can preserve the illusion
that made my generation tick.

You'll do it in your own funny way
but we'll still be g rateful.

'Cause Iooking back

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

We believed a good pistol
and a showdown could solve everything.

The West used to be open spaces
with elbowroom.

You never ran
into the same person twice.

By the time you came
it was changed.

So small and crowded
you bumped into people all the time.

You're able to run around the West,
peacefully catching flies

because fellas like me
were there first.

The same fellas you want
to see in history books.

People need something to believe in ,
like you say.

You can't have it your own way
much longer.

The country ain't the same.

And I'm already
feeling a stranger myself.

But, what's worse,

violence has changed too.

It's g rown and got organized.

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

But I g uess you must know all this.

'Cause it's your kind of times,
not mine.

I fig ured out the moral
to your g rand pa's story.

The cow covered the bird
with cow pie to keep it warm

and the coyote hauled it out
and ate it.

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

Folks who throw d irt on you
don't always want to hurt you.

Folks that pull you out of a jam
don't always want to help you.

The main point is

when you're up to your nose in shit,
keep your mouth shut.

This is why people like me got to go.

And why you faked that g unfig ht
to get me out of the West clean.

I was getting to be
one more oldtimer.

The years don't make wisdom ,
just old age.

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

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

What can you expect
of a national monument?

Keep your mind and heart open.

If you meet one of those men
you almost never meet

you can keep each other company
and you won't be Ionely.

They say
d istance makes friendship stronger.

Maybe so, after three days
without you dogg ing my tracks

I kind of miss you.

I really got to sig n off now

so, even if you've been
a nosy troublemaker,

thanks for everything.

P.S. one more piece of advice
from an oldtimer.

If you get a shave, make sure
the rig ht man's wearing the jacket.