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"UNFORGIVEN"

(The William Munny Killings)

An original screenplay by

David Webb Peoples



INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

NIGHT IN ALICE'S ROOM. A little bit of moonlight coming in
through the tiny window might make a highlight here and there
but that's about all. Words begin to crawl across the screen:

WRITTEN WORDS (CRAWL)
Of good family, albeit one of modest
means, she was a comely young woman
and not without prospects. Therefore
it was at once heartbreaking and
astonishing to her mother that she
would enter into marriage with William
Munny, a known thief and murderer, a
man of notoriously vicious and
intemperate disposition.

We can HEAR STRAWBERRY ALICE and DAVEY BUNTING breathing
heavily and the bed creaking.

WRITTEN WORDS
They were married in St. Louis in
1870 and they traveled North to Kansas
where he engaged in farming and swine
husbandry.

Davey and Alice are picking up speed now, breathing faster
and even snorting a little, and it's cold as Jesus in Nebraska
in the winter so when the blanket slips, Alice snarls and
gasps.

ALICE
The blanket, for chrissake, cowboy,
the blanket.

There are six of these little rooms... one for each whore...
behind Greely's Beer Garden and Billiards and the walls are
just boards so you can hear what's happening in the other
rooms and right now, from DELILAH'S room, you can hear a
high-pitched, merry little giggle and that's important.

WRITTEN WORDS
She bore him two children in the
eight years of their marriage and
when she died, it was not at his
hands as her mother might have
expected, but of smallpox. That was
in 1878.

DELILAH'S VOICE (O.S.)
No, please... No, no goddamn you.

Alice and Davey have stopped fucking and started listening
but they don't move.

WRITTEN WORDS
It wasn't until 1881... three years
later... that a cowboy named Mike
cut up a whore in Big Whiskey,
Nebraska in the Niobrara River
country.
(end crawl)

MIKE'S VOICE (O.S.)
Davey, come a runnin' lad an' hold
the thieving cunt...

A blur of action as Davey leaps from the bed and dashes out
of the room naked...

MIKE'S VOICE (O.S.)
...brand you like a damn steer,
bitch...

And Alice is right behind him, wrapping herself in a blanket
as she goes.

INT. DELILAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

DELILAH is backed up against the wall, her face bleeding,
and she is throwing the contents of her chamber pot on MIKE
who is advancing on her with an open barlow knife and Davey
busts into the room naked and Alice follows him and people
are shouting in other rooms.

MIKE
(wiping shit off
himself)
Hold the bitch, Davey, hold her.

The one coal oil lamp in the room gives off just enough light
that you can make all this out. Certainly you can see that
Mike, who is wearing leggings and no shirt, is a big tough
man, unshaven, eyes inflamed with whiskey...

MIKE
HOLD HER, DAMMIT, DAVEY! If you don't
hold her I'll cut her tits off.

LITTLE SUE, a fifteen year old whore, is in the doorway,
eyes wide with terror and Alice screams at her.

ALICE
Get Skinny, for God's sake! SKINNY!

Davey is reluctant about the whole thing but he is afraid of
Mike and he gets behind Delilah and grabs her.

DAVEY
Wh-what you gonna do, Mike?

Mike is doing it now and Delilah is screaming while he carves
her face with the barlow knife and blood is all over,
splashing on Davey and Davey, who is just a kid, after all,
nineteen with a big shock of unruly red hair and innocent
blue eyes, is horrified.

MIKE
Thieving cunt, I'll...

DAVEY
Mike, don't, Jesus, don't...

ALICE
SKINNY! Bring your gun.

Alice can't wait for Skinny and she jumps on Mike's back and
brings the big man down and she fights him though she's not
a big woman. Alice is twenty-five but she's been around some,
whored some tough cow-towns, and she has too much bone and
character in her face to be outright pretty but she attracts
men like flies. Sure she has some smallpox scars on her face,
but they're common and there are only a few of them, not
like on Skinny whose mean little face is eaten right up with
them.

VIEW ON SKINNY DUBOIS

STANDING THERE IN THE DOORWAY, his nasty face eaten with
smallpox scars and he is looking at Delilah who is a fountain
of blood, looking at her coldly, and looking down at the
melee on the floor and, pointing the big Navy Colt in his
hand, he says,

SKINNY
Get offa her, asshole.

And he says it so cold and with such authority that everything
goes quiet.

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

SNOW/MOONLIGHT/THE SHADOWY BUILDINGS and the silence of the
Nebraska winter except for the sound of the snowshoes.

The snow has obliterated the Main Street of Big Whiskey giving
the impression that the dark, low buildings are scattered at
random. The only structure with any sign of life is Greely's
Beer Garden and Billiards which shows a glowing window and
two horses out front and that is a hundred yards away from
the struggling silhouettes of the two men on snowshoes. The
big one is LITTLE BILL DAGGETT and he is very big, wrapped
in a huge bearskin robe.

The smaller one is CLYDE LEDBETTER who isn't small though he
has only one arm.

LITTLE BILL
...wouldn't let you settle it, huh?

CLYDE
Hell, you know how Skinny is. Says
he's gonna shoot 'em... an I says,
"Skinny, you can't do that," an' he
says, "Well, then get Little Bill
down here an' let's settle this" an'
I says, "Bill's sleepin', Skinny,"
an'...

They make their way in silence through the snow, getting
close now, close to Greely's and the lights.

INT. DELILAH'S ROOM - NIGHT

DELILAH ON HER BED, her face covered with blood-soaked rags
except for her eyes. Alice has hot water and is ministering
to her and Little Bill is looking down at her from his
enormous height, still in his bearskin. He looks disgusted.

LITTLE BILL
She ain't gonna die, huh?

You can now see fear in Delilah's eyes, and the other
whores... CROW CREEK KATE with crazy pop-eyes and frizzy
hair, and LITTLE SUE who is fifteen and meek even when she
isn't terrified, and FAITH who is the oldest of them and not
very attractive and SILKY who is blonde and the prettiest...
are watching from vantage points in the doorway or in the
room.

ALICE
(determined)
She's gonna live.
(Little Bill turns to
go)
She didn't steal nothin', She didn't
touch his poke.

LITTLE BILL
(stopping and turning)
No?

ALICE
All she done was... when she seen he
had a teensy little pecker... she
gave a giggle. That's all. She didn't
know no better.

Little Bill turns away, disgusted, and starts out of the
room and Alice gets up and follows him.

ALICE
You gonna hang 'em, Little Bill?

INT. BAR ROOM - NIGHT

Davey sitting naked on the floor of the bar room and Mike is
sitting near him, still in his leggings and both men are
shivering because they are fifteen feet from the potbellied
stove where Clyde is standing watching them.

It is a big room, with a crude bar and four tables and some
moose and elk heads on the wall. The door near the rear where
it says "Billiard Room" leads not to a Billiard Room but to
the six little "rooms" that are the whorehouse and and now
you can hear Delilah groaning from there.

And Little Bill enters from the back of the bar room, stooping
to pass through the doorway under the sign that says "Billiard
Room."

Little Bill is huge and ominous. Some say he acquired the
bearskin by staring the bear to death and others say he
drowned the animal in spit. Anyhow, he's big with a drooping
moustache and he is sucking on his church warden's clay pipe
and you know he isn't scared of anything.

And the two cowboys are scared to death, not just shivering
from the cold, and Bill just looks down at them and sucks on
his pipe and Alice comes in from the back way too and then
Skinny and a couple of the whores gather in the doorway.

LITTLE BILL
Clyde, step across to the German's
an' fetch up one of his bullwhips.

Stark terror on the faces of Davey and Mike as Clyde exits.

ALICE
A whippin'? That's all they get?
After what they done?

LITTLE BILL
(sucking on his pipe)
Whippin' ain't a little thing, Alice.

ALICE
But what they done, they...

SKINNY
(he has a piece of
paper in his hand)
Shut up, Alice. Little Bill, a
whippin' ain't gonna settle this.

LITTLE BILL
No?

SKINNY
(showing the paper)
This here's a lawful contract...
betwixt me an' Delilah Fitzgerald,
the cut-whore. Now I brung her clear
from Boston, paid her expenses an'
all, an' I got a contract which
represents an investment of capital.

LITTLE BILL
(sympathetic to the
argument)
Property.

SKINNY
Damaged property. Like if I was to
hamstring one of their cow ponies.

LITTLE BILL
You figure nobody'll want to fuck
her.

SKINNY
Hell no. Leastways, they won't pay
to do it.

Alice is listening to this and her eyes are like coals and
you can hear Delilah moaning in the other room.

SKINNY
She could maybe clean up around the
place or somethin', but nobody's
gonna pay good money for a cut-up
whore.

LITTLE BILL
(making up his mind
and turning to the
shivering cowboys)
You boys are off of the Spade Outfit.
Got your own string of ponies?

DAVEY
(nodding)
I... I got f-f-f-four.

LITTLE BILL
You?

MIKE
(sullenly)
Six.

Skinny nods, pleased, and Alice watches, her eyes still hot.

LITTLE BILL
Guess you boys just as soon not have
no trial an' fuss, huh?

Davey and Mike nod, willing to say anything Little Bill wants.

LITTLE BILL
(to Mike)
Alright. You done the cuttin'...
Come the thaw, you bring in five of
them ponies an' give 'em over to
Skinny here.

MIKE
Five!

LITTLE BILL
(to Davey)
An' you... you give over two ponies,
hear? -

Clyde bangs in out of the snow with a buggy whip in his hand.

CLYDE
I couldn't find no bullwhips, Bill.
The German...

LITTLE BILL
Don't matter, we don't need no whips.
(to Mike and Davey)
Spring comes an' Skinny don't have
them ponies, I'm gonna...

ALICE
You... you ain't even gonna... whip
'em?

LITTLE BILL
I fined 'em instead.

ALICE
For what they done? Skinny gets some
ponies an' that's...?

LITTLE BILL
(approaching her)
Ain't you seen enough blood for one
night? Hell, Alice, they ain't loafers
nor tramps nor bad men. They're hard
workin' boys that was foolish. Why
if they was given over to wickedness
in a regular way...

ALICE
(furious)
Like whores?

SKINNY
Alice, tend to Delilah.

For a long moment Alice just stands there glaring.

INT. DELILAH'S ROOM - DAY

DAYLIGHT AND A BASIN OF BLOODY WATER and Little Sue is just
dipping another towel in the hot water next to Delilah's
bed, changing the bandages. All the whores are there in
various states of dress, lounging on the floor, leaning
against the wall.

SILKY
(to Alice)
If Delilah don't care one way or the
other, what're you so riled about?

ALICE
(passionately)
Just because them smelly assholes
like to ride us like horses don't
mean we got to let 'em brand us like
we're horses. Maybe we ain't nothin'
but whores, but by God we ain't
horses.

Silky is thinking it over, frowning, and then she makes her
decision.

SILKY
(to Alice)
I got a hundred an' twelve dollars.
That's everythin'.

ALICE
What about you, Faith?

FAITH
(reluctantly)
Two hundred...
(there are gasps)
Two hundred an' forty.

ALICE
(laughing)
Jesus, Faith, what you been doin',
givin' Skinny somethin' special?

All the women laugh and Delilah through her bandages makes a
gurgling sound and Little Sue's eyes light up.

LITTLE SUE
(indicating Delilah)
She laughed.

ALICE
With what Kate got, Silky got some,
an' mine, an' Little S...

SILKY
(soberly)
It ain't enough.

ALICE
(determined)
Not yet maybe.

EXT. HOG PEN - DAY

The hog in the mud, snorting and squealing, ugly as hell and
BILL MUNNY in the mud with him, pushing and shoving, trying
to move the stubborn animal and Munny goes down face first
and comes up more covered with mud than he already was and
the words on the screen say,

WRITTEN WORDS (SUPER)
Some months later, Hodgeman County,
Kansas.

Munny is thirty-five or forty years old, his hair is thinning
and his moustache droops glumly over his stubbled jaw. If it
were not for his eyes he would look like any pig farmer with
his canvas overalls tucked in his boots pushing on a hog. He
is pushing on the hog again, grunting with the effort, when
he hears the voice.

THE KID'S VOICE (O.S.)
You don't look like no rootin',
tootin', sonofabitchin', cold-blooded
assassin.

MUNNY
(looking up, startled)
Huh?

THE KID is only six feet away, the sun behind him, sitting
on a very big and very ancient Morgan horse. He's wearing a
wide-brimmed Texas hat, a vest, a holstered pistol, and he
is a wiry kid, maybe twenty years old, with scraggly blonde
hair, four of his upper front teeth missing, and a funny,
squinty way of looking out of his watery blue eyes. Most of
all, he doesn't look very prosperous.

THE KID
I seen how you got only three fingers
on your left hand, though, so I guess
you're calling yourself Mister Bill
Munny.

Munny does indeed have three fingers on his left hand and he
doesn't like this conversation at all.

MUNNY
William Munny, yeah.

THE KID
Same one as shot Charlie Pepper in
Lake County?

A VOICE
Paw! Hey, Paw!

The voice belongs to WILL, a skinny ten-year-old who dashes
up with his seven-year-old sister, PENNY, right on his heels.

The kids are ragged and dirty, they don't look well fed or
even very healthy. Even as Will speaks to his father, Munny,
his eyes, and Penny's too, go to The Kid.

They don't see many strangers.

MUNNY
What is it, son?

WILL
Two more hogs got the fever.

Munny winces. The Kid ignores the interruption.

THE KID
You shot Charlie Pepper, didn't you?
And you're the one killed William
Harbey an' robbed the train over...

MUNNY
(sharply)
Hold on, mister.
(to Will)
Son, this here pig gotta be moved
outta this pen, away from them others.
Penny, you give yer brother a hand...

PENNY
(emotional)
This one's sick too?

Munny ignores the question, already on his way to the
miserable-looking shack.

MUNNY
Let's talk inside, mister.

INT. SOD HUT - DAY

Munny selects a tin cup from a wash pan of dirty dishes. It
is dark and cool inside his one room sod hut... and poor.

The Kid checks one of the three chairs for stability before
sitting down.

MUNNY
You're Pete Sothow's nephew, huh?
Hell, I thought maybe you was someone
come to kill me...
(he has the cups and
he crosses to the
fire)
...for somethin' I done in the old
days.

THE KID
I could of... easy.

MUNNY
Yeah, I guess so.

THE KID
Like I was sayin' you don't look
like no meaner than hell cold-blooded
damn killer.

MUNNY
Maybe I ain't.

THE KID
Well, Uncle Pete said you was the
goddamndest meanest sonofabitch ever
lived an' if I ever wanted a partner
for a killin', you was the worst
one. Meanin' the best. On account of
you're cold as snow an' don't have
no weak nerve nor fear.

Munny serves the coffee gloomily and sits down. It appears
his feelings are hurt but The Kid doesn't notices.

MUNNY
He said that, huh?

THE KID
I'm a damn killer myself, only I
ain't killed so many as you because
of my youth. Schofield Kid, they
call me.

MUNNY
Schofield? You from Schofield?

THE KID
(laying his Smith &
Wesson Schofield .45
on the table)
On account of my Schofield model
Smith and Wesson pistol.

MUNNY
Oh.

THE KID
Well, how about it?

MUNNY
About what?

THE KID
Bein' my partner. I'm headin' North
up around the Niobrara in Nebraska.
Gonna kill a couple of no good
cowboys.

MUNNY
What for?

THE KID
For cuttin' up a lady. They cut up
her face an' cut her eyes out, cut
her ears off an' her tits too.

MUNNY
(horrified)
Jesus!

THE KID
(pleased with the
reaction)
Thousand dollars of reward. Five
hundred a piece.

WILL
Paw, I can't move that damn pig.

Will has slipped into the house with Penny in tow and they
are both covered with mud and Will is swearing to show off
to the stranger.

MUNNY
(embarrassed)
No cussin' now, Will. Go on out the
pump an' clean up some an' I'll be
along. Check them other pens.

The two kids back out the door, eyes on the pistol and the
stranger, and Munny walks over near the beds with his back
to The Kid.

MUNNY
I ain't like that no more, Kid.
Whiskey done it as much as anythin'
I guess.
(turning to The Kid)
I ain't touched a drop in ten years.
My wife, she cured me of it... cured
me of drink an' wickedness.

THE KID
Well... you don't look so prosperous.
Hell, you could buy her a new dress
out of your half. We could kill them
two an' you could buy your wife one
of them fancy...

MUNNY
She's passed on, Kid.

THE KID
Huh?

MUNNY
Been gone near three years now.

THE KID
(staring stupidly)
Oh.

EXT. SOD HUT - DAY

Will and Penny in front of the house, looking up at The Kid
who is mounted again and Munny is standing there taking leave
of The Kid.

THE KID
Don't tell nobody about the reward
an' all. Don't need no other gunmen
tryin' to collect.

MUNNY
I don't never see nobody anyhow.

THE KID
(riding away)
If you was to change your mind, might
be you could catch me... due West to
the Western Trail an' North to
Ogallala.

Munny waves at The Kid and for a long moment watches him
trot across the flat, grassy fields. Then he turns back to
his shabby farm and the squealing pigs and the two children
who are looking up at him.

WILL
Who's he?

MUNNY
(turning away)
Best we move that pig.

EXT. HOG PEN - DAY

Munny in the mud and the pig squealing and Will is there
pushing too and Munny goes in face first again and when he
comes up he slowly wipes mud from his face and, turning, he
looks across the fields.

VIEW ON PENNY

Coming up beside the pen.

PENNY
Paw... two of them others... I think
they got the fever.

Munny frowns and looks off at the horizon, lost in thought.

VIEW ON THE KID

Way off in the distance, disappearing on the horizon.

EXT. BIG WHISKEY HILL - DAY

EXTREME CLOSE UP ON DELILAH

Delilah's face! The cut-whore. Skeins of criss-crossing raised
flesh, a vicious web of scars dominated by her eyes that are
deep and beautiful.

She's hanging clothes on a clothes line on Big Whiskey Hill,
the gentle slope above the town. Alice, Little Sue, Silky,
Kate, and Faith are close by, hanging clothes or washing
them in the gurgling stream.

Faith is the first to glance down the hill toward the town
and to notice. She draws in her breath and turns to Alice
and catches her eye and Alice looks down.

EXT. MUDDY NORTH ROAD

The muddy North Road and the two riders, and they are Quick
Mike and Davey Bunting leading their ponies in, passing a
crudely painted sign that says:

"Ordinance 14. No firearms in Big Whiskey. Deposit them at
County Office. By Order of Sheriff."

EXT. BIG WHISKEY HILL - DAY

The whores on the hill. One by one, with no words exchanged,
they feel the silence and turn and exchange glances and they
glance at Delilah. She winces and turns back to hanging
clothes.

VIEW ON A HORSE'S OPEN MOUTH AND SKINNY

Inspecting.

SKINNY
You boys took a while. Couple more
days I was gonna call on the Sheriff.

The horses are gathered in front of Greely's and Skinny moves
among them inspecting them while the two cowboys remain
mounted.

DAVEY
River was swole so we couldn't cross
her.

Davey is holding the halter of a little paint and when SKINNY
starts to inspect the paint, Davey pulls the pony away.

DAVEY
You got two of mine. This here one
ain't yours.

Skinny and Davey lock eyes and Skinny is wondering how far
to push it when SPLAT!... Davey gets a face full of mud.

The three men turn to see the whores coming around the side
of Greely's, all except Delilah, and they are throwing mud,
scooping it from the sloppy street and...

MIKE gets a hit on the chest and then on the face and he
gives an ugly look and wheels his horse and digs in his spurs
and heads North at a trot and mud continues to rain on him
as the whores jeer.

SKINNY
Damn you.
(SPLAT)
That ain't no way to behave.
(SPLAT)
Quit that.

Surprisingly, Davey turns his horse right into the barrage
of mud and taking it in the face and on the chest he
dismounts. His paint takes a big gob of mud on one eye and
Davey wipes the mud off tenderly.

DAVEY
This here pony... I brung it for the
lady... the one my partner cut.

The whores stop throwing mud abruptly. There is a pause...
and they can see that he is just a kid, and that he is sorry
as hell and that he is about to cry and they are touched,
especially Little Sue.

DAVEY
It's the best of the lot... better
than the ones I give him.
(indicating Skinny)
She could sell it or... what she
wants.

ALICE
(recovering)
A pony!... She ain't got no face
left an' you're gonna give her a
goddamn mangy pony.

DAVEY
He ain't m-m-mangy, ma'am, he...

SLOP. Davey gets it in the face with a big gob of mud as
Alice resumes fire and SPLAT, the paint gets it.

Faith and Silky and Kate hesitate just a moment... and then
they dig in and start jeering and throwing again and Little
Sue bends down slowly and picks up some mud and then she
just stands there with it, almost crying, and watches the
cowboy turn away under a barrage of mud and mount his pony
and ride out, mud hitting him all over and the women jeering
and running after him in the muddy street.

VIEW ON DELILAH

Hanging clothes up on the hill and she can hear the shouting
in the distance and she turns and looks down with the
beautiful eyes and sees the cowboy riding out of town slowly,
chased by the jeering women.

INT. SOD HUT - DAY

CLOSE on a photograph of CLAUDIA in Munny's hands. He is
inside, kneeling on the floor beside an open trunk and he is
studying reverently the old photo of Claudia, smiling
radiantly in her best dress. Finally Munny puts the picture
down and digs in the trunk among folded dresses that belonged
to her until he feels something metal and he sees the blue
steel among the white cloth and then he pulls it out... an
old Starr .44 Pistol.

EXT. SOD HUT - DAY

CLOSE on a Mojav coffee tin as Munny places it on the fence
behind his sod hut. Munny has the Starr in his right hand
and he turns and walks back toward the house 15 yards away.

Will and Penny are watching. They know something is going
on, but they don't know how to ask what it is.

Munny faces the coffee tin and solemnly extends his pistol
arm straight out and carefully sights along the barrel.

BAM! A burst of flame and a puff of black smoke from the
gun.

The Mojav tin hasn't moved.

Slowly, carefully, Munny raises the gun again and aims with
great deliberation.

BAM! The coffee tin doesn't move.

Munny shakes his head slowly in disgust and aims again.

BAM! Missed again.

Munny gives a quick sheepish glance in the direction of the
children. There is a lot of smoke. He aims again and BAM!

He misses.

Munny is irritated and he aims and fires hastily and flame
bursts from the gun and smoke and The tin is unmoved.

Will looks at his feet, embarrassed, not wanting to meet his
father's eyes.

Munny stuffs the pistol in his waistband and disappears into
the house.

Will and Penny look at one another nervously, wondering what's
happening.

PENNY
Did Paw used to kill folks?

Will doesn't answer and then he looks up because Munny steps
out of the house again, a sawed off Remington 10 gauge shotgun
in his hands.

Munny raises the double barreled weapon to his shoulder and
aims carefully and...

BARRRROOOOOM! The can flies away in pieces and some of the
fence, too.

EXT. SHADE TREES - DAY

HEADSTONE. IT SAYS:

"CLAUDIA FEATHERS MUNNY Born, March 11, 1849 Died, August 6,
1878, aged 29 years, in the full enjoyment of that love which
constrained her to leave all for Christ and heathen souls
Lo, we have left all and followed thee: What shall we leave
therefore. 19:25"

The headstone is under a couple of shade trees fifty yards
from the sod hut.

MUNNY is sitting on a rock under the trees looking at the
headstone and he has on a cheap black suit now. He twists
the hat, tormented... and he starts to say something out
loud but he can't because men don't talk to stones. So finally
he gets up, slumped in defeat, and he puts a little bouquet
of flowers on the grave and he turns away unhappily.

EXT. SOD HUT - DAY

The ALBINO MARE snorting and shying, anxious to lose the
saddle. Will has her by the halter, holding her with effort,
in front of the house.

WILL
She ain't hardly a saddle horse no
more, Paw. She ain't used to the
feel.

Munny walks up and puts his hand on Penny's head fondly.

MUNNY
Them flowers, Penny, I could tell
your Maw liked them, hear?
(turning to Will)
Take care of your sister, son. You
can kill three chickens if you need,
not no more. Keep the hogs that got
fever separate if you can. An' if
you need help, go see Sally Two-Trees
over to Ned Logan's.

Then he turns to the mare and shoves a foot in the stirrup
to mount but the horse shies and Munny goes down in the dust
looking very undignified.

And Penny is horrified and humiliated for her father whom
she worships and Will's eyes are big because Munny's coat
came open and he caught a quick glimpse of the Starr pistol
stuck in the waist band.

MUNNY
(brushing himself
off, embarrassed)
Ain't felt a saddle in a while myself.

Then Munny has one foot in the stirrup and the horse starts
to shy and Munny has to hop around with one foot stirruped
and the other not... and when he tries to swing aboard he
falls back...

MUNNY
Easy old gal, easy...

And he still can't make it, so to cover his embarrassment he
talks to the kids while he hops around desperately trying to
mount.

MUNNY
Now this here horse is gettin' even
on me... hold on gal... for the sins
of my youth... In my youth... before
I met... your dear departed mother...
I was weak an' givin' to mistreatin'
horses an' such. An' this here
horse... an' that ole pig, too, I
guess... is my comeuppance for my
cruelty...

At last he is in the saddle and takes a deep breath.

MUNNY
Used to be I could cuss an' hurt an
animal... til your departed mother,
God rest her, showed me the error of
my ways.

Munny turns the Albino mare and starts out the gate going
Weat toward the fields.

MUNNY
(over his shoulder)
I won't be no longer than a couple
of weeks. Remember how the spirit of
your departed maw watches over you.

Will and Penny are watching him go and Will is fighting back
the tears but Penny has lost the battle and she is crying
and the horse whinnies.

VIEW ON MUNNY

Twenty yards away getting up off the ground and trying to
catch the shying, prancing horse on foot, his dignity a
shambles.

INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alice IN PAIN because Skinny is twisting her arm and they
are in Alice's room... it is still night... and the other
whores are there, scared, nervous.

SKINNY
(furious)
Where'd you get the money, huh?

ALICE
(in pain)
We ain't got it. We ain't got no
money.

SKINNY
You told them cowboys you had it.

ALICE
We was... lyin'.

SKINNY
(lets her go)
What you gonna do when somebody comes
to collect?
(yelling)
FUCK 'EM? FUCK 'EM A THOUSAND TIMES?
(goes to door, then
stops)
The kind of people who'll come after
that thousand, they won't tolerate
if you don't have it. They won't
just cut your face up a little.
(screaming)
STUPID CUNTS!

EXT. LITTLE BILL'S HOUSE - DAY

VIEW on HOT SUN blazing down.

BANG BANG BANG, HAMMER ON NAIL and the fingers holding the
nail are swollen and purple and then... WHUP Hammer on flesh.

LITTLE BILL
Oh, shit, shit an' damn, oh fuck my
mother and my father, o damn an'
jesus.

Little Bill is hopping around in his hat and boots and nothing
else in front of his brand new one story, four room, frame
house that hasn't been painted it's so new and doesn't have
a porch yet, though that is being begun... sort of. In fact...
the house doesn't look quite right... looks a little lopsided.

Skinny Dubois is standing there, in the clearing wiping his
brow and catching his breath and watching Little Bill.

SKINNY
Hit your finger, huh?

LITTLE BILL
(surprised)
Huh? Hullo, Skinny. Snuck up on me.
(indicating the house
proudly)
How do you like her?

SKINNY
(looking critically)
Heard you done the roof yourself.

LITTLE BILL
Roof? Jesus, Skinny, I done
practically every damn thing myself.
Roberts boy hauled wood, that's all.

SKINNY
What's all that wood?

LITTLE BILL
(enthusiastically)
Porch. I'm puttin' a porch on her
so's I can puff my pipe of an evening
an' drink my coffee an' watch the
sun set.

Little Bill is back at it, hauling a four by six into
position.

LITTLE BILL
(over his shoulder,
proudly)
You come clear up here just to get a
look at her?

The train whistle screams loudly below in the valley and
turning nervously, Skinny can see a puff of steam above the
distant trees.

SKINNY
Them whores...
(he pauses, reluctant
to go on)

Little Bill isn't really paying attention to anything but
his house.

LITTLE BILL
Yeah?

SKINNY
Them whores, they been fuckin' an'
fuckin' all them cowboys that come
into town the last two weeks...

LITTLE BILL
(chuckling)
Shit, Skinny, we got railroad barons
an' cattle barons, but you' re gonna
be the first of the billiard barons.

SKINNY
(ignoring him)
...They been fuckin' 'em, 'an tellin'
every bow-legged one of 'em how
they're payin' a thousand dollars to
whatever sonofabitch kills them two
boys which cut up Delilah.

Little Bill drops the board he's holding up and turns sharply
to Skinny. Down in the valley the train whistle screams and
after a long, tense moment, Little Bill turns and looks out
over the valley, frowning.

LITTLE BILL
An' all them cowboys been riding
that beef down to Kansas an' Cheyenne?

SKINNY
(unhappily, dropping
his eyes)
Yup.

LITTLE BILL
All week?

SKINNY
(apologetically)
I didn't hear nothin' till last night.

LITTLE BILL
Word must have got all the way to
Texas by now.

SKINNY
(quickly)
Oh, shit, Bill, I guess nobody's
gonna come clear from Texas.

LITTLE BILL
(sitting down)
They really got all that money, them
whores?

SKINNY
(sitting beside Bill)
You know how women kin lie... I knock
'em around a little, ask 'em where
the money is, they say they don't
have none?... but they coulda
squirreled away that much, the five
of 'em. Maybe.
(pause)

LITTLE BILL
That much, huh?

SKINNY
(hopeful)
You could run off them two cowboys.

LITTLE BILL
(sharply)
I could run off them whores.

SKINNY
(after a pause)
Well, I guess they'll just up an'
run anyhow, them two.

LITTLE BILL
(glumly)
Nope. They'll stay out on the Spade
country where they got friends.

The train whistle screams down in the valley and the train
is chugging in the distance, pulling out, headed South.

SKINNY
Shit, Bill, could be nobody won't
come at all.

EXT. LOGAN HOUSE - DAY

SALLY TWO TREES, weeding under a hot sun. She is an Indian
woman about forty years old, heavy, and she is pulling weeds
from a neat garden near the Logan House and she looks up and
she sees something and frowns and keeps looking and doesn't
like what she sees,

HER POV:

A MAN IN THE DISTANCE RIDING AN ALBINO MARE, making his way
slowly through the prosperous fields of young corn.

VIEW ON SALLY

She looks over at her husband, NED LOGAN, who is working not
far away and he seems to "hear" her look because he turns to
her and, seeing her troubled expression, he follows her look
and he too sees the rider on the Albino mare.

NED
I'll be damned. It's Billy Munny.

Ned is about forty, balding, a farmer, but not as seedy
looking as his old friend, Bill Munny.

VIEW ON MUNNY

Trying to dismount and the Albino prancing and Munny
staggering and Sally looking at the scene grimly.

MUNNY
(awkwardly)
Hullo Sally... I... uh, I ain't seen
you in near as long as this, uh...
as this horse ain't felt the saddle.

Munny gets up out of the dust looking uncomfortable and Sally
just stares at him coldly.

NED
(warmly)
Come on in outta the sun, Bill. Sally,
you see to Bill's horse.

Munny nods an uncomfortable thank-you to Sally as Ned leads
him toward a house that is very different from Munny's. It
is a two story frame house freshly painted and surrounded by
a well-tended garden, a tool shed, a barn and lush fields.

As the men disappear into the house Sally leads the Albino
toward the barn. Her sharp eyes don't miss the stock of the
shotgun where it protrudes slightly from the bedroll. Her
eyes seem to see even into the future... and all they see is
trouble.

INT. LOGAN HOUSE - DAY

CLOSE on CLEAN CERAMIC COFFEE MUGS as NED takes them from a
tidy cabinet in his cozy kitchen with the cast iron stove,
the solid table.

Munny is sitting at the table looking moodily into space.

NED
(earnestly)
We ain't bad men no more, Bill. Hell,
we're farmers.

MUNNY
(thoughtfully)
Should be easy killin' em... supposin'
they don't run off to Texas first.

NED
(taking the pot from
the stove)
How long since you shot a gun at a
man?
(pause)
Nine... ten years?

MUNNY
Eleven.

NED
Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that
it was all that easy then... an' we
was young an' full of beans.
(pouring coffee)
Bill... if you was mad at 'em... if
they done you wrong... I could see
shootin' 'em...

MUNNY
(looking Ned in the
eye)
We done stuff before for money, Ned.

NED
(sitting down)
Well, we thought we was doin' it for
money...
(he pauses, remembering)
What'd they do anyhow? Cheat at cards,
steal some strays, spit on a rich
fella?

MUNNY
Cut up a woman. Cut her eyes out,
cut her tits off, cut her fingers
off... done everythin' but cut up
her cunny, I guess.

NED
(after chewing on
that one)
Well, I guess they got it comin'...
(and he pauses and
looks Munny in the
eye)
But you wouldn't go if Claudia was
alive.

It hits Munny like salt in a wound and he just takes it.

They both know Ned is right and they think about it silently.

Finally Munny speaks glumly.

MUNNY
(getting up and going
to the door)
I guess you wouldn't mind to look in
on my youngsters next week. Might be
you could help them move a couple of
them pigs if they got to separate
'em more.

Ned has been thinking about it while Munny's talking,
wrestling with it and now Munny is out the door.

NED
How long you gonna be, Bill?

MUNNY
Two weeks, I guess.

NED
This Kid, what's he like?

Munny turns and looks at Ned and their eyes meet and Munny
realizes Ned is coming.

NED
Three ways?

MUNNY
Yup. You still got the Spencer rifle?

NED
(grinning)
Yeah, an' I could still hit a bird
in the eye flyin'.

EXT. LOGAN HOUSE - DAY

Munny landing with a thud in the dust and picking himself up
hurriedly and casting a sheepish glance over his shoulder at
Ned as he makes another awkward effort to mount the mare.

NED
(amazed at this
performance)
Jesus, Bill.

CLOSE VIEW

The sad, wise eyes of Sally Two Trees as she watches the two
riders disappearing in the distance. Her eyes are saying
good-bye.

EXT. PATH - DAY

THE RIDERS IN THE DISTANCE. One horse is walking and the
white one is prancing and shying in an unruly manner while
her rider fights desperately for control.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

SUNSET, and Ned and Munny riding in open country.

NED
He musta been movin' right along.

MUNNY
We'll come across him tomorra, I
guess.

EXT. CAMP - NIGHT

Night and the sizzling campfire as Ned empties the grease
from the frying pan into the fire.

Munny is already lying down, fussing in his blankets to get
comfortable and the crickets are chirping up a storm.

MUNNY
Got used to my bed. Ain't gonna feel
to home out here.

NED
(getting into his
blankets)
Well, it ain't just the bed I'm gonna
miss. I'm...
(he stops suddenly)
Hell, Billy, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean...

MUNNY
It ain't nothin', don't fret it.
(pause)
She don't like it much, you goin'
off with me.

NED
Sally?

MUNNY
She gave me the evil eye.

NED
It's just... she's a Indian an'
Indians ain't... overfriendly.

MUNNY
I ain't blamin' her, Ned, I ain't
holdin' it against her.
(pause)
She knew me back then... an' she
seen what a no good sonofabitch I
was... an' she won't allow how I've
changed. She just don't know how I
ain't like that no more.

NED
Well, she...

MUNNY
(urgently)
I ain't the same, Ned. Claudia, she...
straightened me up, got me clear of
the whiskey an' all. Us goin' to do
this killin'... that don't mean I'm
back to like I was. I just need the
money... for a new start... for them
youngsters.
(long pause)
Remember that drover, the one I shot
in the mouth so's the teeth come out
the back of his head? I dream about
him now an' again. I didn't have no
reason to shoot him... not one I
could remember when I sobered up.

NED
You was a... a crazy sonofabitch.

MUNNY
Nobody liked me... none of the boys.
They was scared of me... figured I
might shoot 'em out of pure meanness.

NED
You ain't like that no more.

MUNNY
Eagle... he hated my guts. Bonaparte
didn't like me none.

NED
Nor Quincy, I guess.

MUNNY
Quincy, he was always watchin' me.
Scared.

NED
You ain't like that no more.

MUNNY
Hell, no. I'm just a fella now. Ain't
no different from anyone else no
more.

After a pause, Ned rolls over to go to sleep and says
something kind by way of saying goodnight.

NED
Hell, Bill, I always liked you...
even back then.

Ned settles in his covers and so does Munny and the crickets
chirp for a long moment but Munny can't sleep with the lie.

MUNNY
No you didn't. You wasn't no
different, Ned.
(and we...)

EXT. TRAIN - DAY

DAYLIGHT and a train whistle SCREAMING.

INT. RAILROAD COACH - DAY

The headline on the newspaper says "President Garfield
Wounded." FUZZY, a cowboy, is sitting in the rocking coach
reading the paper with great effort, partly because of the
motion of the train and partly because Fuzzy can't read very
well... but CROCKER, the rough looking cowboy on the seat
next to him can't read at all.

CROCKER
All I want to know is what sonofabitch
shot him, that's all. Was it one of
them John Bull assholes?

Across the aisle two well dressed gentlemen are sitting.

The one by the window, the lean one in the frock coat and
slouch hat, is WW BEAUCHAMP and the one on the aisle, pudgy,
pinkcheeked, with neat muttonchop whiskers, wearing a frock
coat and waistcoat and a silk slouch hat in spite of the
heat, is ENGLISH BOB. English Bob has beady blue eyes, is
about thirty-five and pulls constantly on a good cigar.

ENGLISH BOB
(in a rich English
accent)
No, sir, I believe the would-be
murderer is a gentleman of French
ancestry... or so it would seem. I
hope I won't give offense if I observe
that the French are known to be a
race of assassins, though they can't
shoot worth a damn... any Frenchman
among the present company excluded
of course.

Crocker, not liking or understanding the interruption, gives
English Bob a hard stare.

FUZZY
(to Crocker)
Says here a fellow by the name of
"Gitto." "G-U-I--T..."

CROCKER
(eyes on Bob)
Sounds like a damn John Bull to me.
"Gitto."

THIRSTY, a cowboy sitting behind Crocker, turns in his seat,
sensing the tension in the air and WW feels it too and shifts
uneasily... but English Bob is unperturbed and he puffs
cheerfully on his cigar.

ENGLISH BOB
Well, sirs... again not wishing to
give offense... it might be a good
idea if the country were to choose a
Queen... or even a King... rather
than a president. One isn't as quick
to take a shot at a King or a Queen.
The majesty of royalty, you see...

CROCKER
(provocative)
Maybe you don't wish to give offense,
sir, but you are givin' it pretty
thick. This country don't need no
queens whatsoever, I guess.

Crocker is shifting in his seat so that the revolver in his
holster is prominent and there is uneasy stirring among the
nearby passengers. A DRUMMER looks around for exits.

CROCKER
As a matter of fact, what I heard
about Queens...

THURSTON
Shut up, Joe.

CROCKER
(to Thurston)
Huh? What's got up your ass, Thirsty?
This dude asshole...

THURSTON
(to Crocker, but his
eyes on Bob)
Might be the "dude" is English Bob...
the one who works for the Union
Pacific shootin' Chinamen. Might be
he wants for some dumb cowboy to
touch his pistol... so's he can shoot
him down.

English Bob, unperturbed, just pulls on his cigar.

CROCKER
(sobered)
That a fact, mister? You English
Bob?

ENGLISH BOB
(affably)
Why don't we shoot some turkeys,
friend? Ten shots... a dollar a
turkey. I'll shoot for the Queen,
and you can shoot for... whomever.

EXT. TRAIN - DAY

Turkeys bursting from long Nebrasks grass as the train whistle
screams.

BLAM! A turkey plummets to earth.

BLAM! Another goes down.

VIEW ON ENGLISH BOB

On the swaying platform between cars, his pistol smoking and
BOB brings it up again fast and sights and BLAM!

AN EXPLOSION OF FEATHERS plummeting down and disappearing in
the long grass.

VIEW ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLATFORM

Where WW Beauchamp, Crocker, Thurston, Fuzzy and the nervous
Drummer, in a cheap bowler, are standing. They are all
impressed with the fact that English Bob is one hell of a
shot with a pistol.

ENGLISH BOB
(to Crocker)
I believe that's eight for me... to
one for you. A matter of seven of
your American dollars.

CROCKER
(grudgingly counting
silver dollars)
Pretty damn good shootin'...
(daring)
for a John Bull.

ENGLISH BOB
(accepting the money
cheerfully)
No doubt your aim was affected by
your grief over the injury to your...
uh... president.

EXT. TRAIN STOP - DAY

Bawling cattle milling in the pens south of Big Whiskey, and
the train hissing and steaming at a standstill.

CLOSE VIEW

Two leather valises and a leather rifle case as MUDDY CHANDLER
tosses them on his mud wagon, a sort of open stagecoach. The
scene is one of chaos as the train steams and hisses and
baggage is tossed off and more is tossed on.

CHANDLER
It's a nickel up to Big Whiskey,
gentlemen.

WW hands Chandler the money and, as he and English Bob climb
into the mud wagon, they are accosted by GERMANY JOE SCHULTZ
who runs the livery stable and does horse business with
railway passengers on the side.

GERMANY JOE
I godd nize horzes I zell you, boyce.
Nize prizes for Independence Day,
boyce.

EXT. MUD WAGON - DAY

English Bob and WW riding in the mud wagon, bouncing
uncomfortably in spite of the slow pace, and eating dust and
sweating profusely.

ENGLISH BOB
(irritably)
It's the climate does it. That and
the infernal distances.

WW
Does what?

ENGLISH BOB
Induces people to shoot persons in
high places.
(mopping his brow
with his handkerchief)
It's a savage country. That's the
second one shot in twenty years.
It's uncivilized shooting people of
substance.

The mud wagon rattles past the South Road sign. It is similar
to the one of the North Road and says:

NO FIREARMS IN BIG WHISKEY. ORDINANCE 14. DEPOSIT PISTOLS
AND RIFLES COUNTY OFFICE.

EXT. BIG WHISKY INN - DAY

Deputy ANDY RUSSELL stepping out of the County Office as the
mud wagon clatters to a stop in front of the Big Whisky Inn.

Andy is just twenty, a good looking kid with a badge on his
vest and a holstered pistol. He watches the passengers climb
out of the mud wagon and, as English Bob alights, his frock
coat parts and gives ANDY just the quickest glimpse of a
holstered pistol under the coat.

ANDY
Pardon me, gentlemen, but local
ordinance obliges you to surrender
your sidearms to proper authority
for the duration of your visit.

WW looks at English Bob and English Bob turns and looks Andy
up and down very coolly.

ENGLISH BOB
Proper authority eh?
(breezily)
Well, sir... neither my companion
nor I carry firearms on our persons.
Rather, we trust in the goodwill of
our fellow man and the forbearance
of reptiles.

And English Bob gives a smart bow, turns with a swirl of
coat-tails that allows a brief glimpse of not one, but two
holstered pistols, and marches off. As WW follows English
Bob, he glances nervously back to see what young Andy will
do but Andy just stares nonplussed. In that quick glimpse,
Andy saw how the weapons were tied down with thongs, meaning
the owner wanted a quick pull... and this shit is out of his
league.

INT. COUNTY OFFICE - DAY

KER-CHICK, CLACK, A HENRY RIFLE COCKED and the action checked.

Andy is cleaning the weapon in the County Office.

ANDY
Unarmed, my ass.

SHUCK, KA-CHAK. CHARLEY HECKER breaks open a single barreled
shotgun and moves a shell in.

CHARLEY
(wiping his brow
nervously)
Christ, it's hot.

FATTY
(cheerfully)
If I'm gonna get shot, I druther it
was hot then cold. Everythin' hurts
more in the cold.

Fatty is sitting in a chair in front of the empty jail cell
cleaning a revolver, oblivious to the tension.

FATTY
You know how if you hit your thumb
in the cold, how it...?

CHARLEY
Shut up, Fatty.

FATTY
I only said...

Outside a horse clatters up fast and Andy jumps nervously to
the window.

ANDY
Clyde's back.

CHARLEY
Little Bill with him?

ANDY
No.

CHARLEY
(worried)
Shit.

Clyde bursts in the door. He is wearing two gun-belts crossed,
with a holster on each side. Since he has only one arm, he
carries one pistol butt forward and the other butt back.

CLYDE
You boys clean my Remington?

FATTY
(holding it up)
Cleaned an' loaded.

CHARLEY
Where's Little Bill for Christ sake?

CLYDE
(inspecting the pistol)
Ha. He was building his fucking porch.

CHARLEY
Building his porch!

FATTY
If you was to get shot, Andy, would
you like it better to be a hot day
or...?

ANDY
(sharply)
I ain't gonna get shot.

CHARLEY
(to Clyde)
He's coming ain't he?

CLYDE
(ejecting shells)
'Course he's coming.

FATTY
Hey, I just loaded her. Watcha doin?

CLYDE
I don't trust nobody to load my guns,
not for a shootin'.

CHARLEY
What'd he say?

CLYDE
Little Bill? He didn't say nothing.
Like I said, he was buildin' his
porch. Have you seen that thing?

FATTY
(sulking)
It was all loaded. Jesus, Clyde, you
got three pistols an' only one arm
for Christ sake.

CLYDE
(to Fatty)
I just don't wanna get killed for
lack of shootin' back.
(to Charley)
You know there ain't a straight angle
in that whole goddamn porch... or in
the whole house for that matter.
He's the worst fucking carpenter.

CHARLEY
(worried)
He didn't say nothin', huh?

CLYDE
(putting the 3rd pistol
in his belt)
Asked what they looked like, that's
all. Christ, maybe he's tough but he
sure ain't no carpenter.

CHARLEY
Maybe he ain't so tough.

Clyde looks up, surprised. There is a sudden silence.

ANDY
(blurting it)
He seem like... like he was... scared?

CLYDE
(amazed)
Little Bill? Him scared?

CHARLEY
We never seen him up against any...
like these ones... killers.

CLYDE
(looking at the
frightened faces of
Charley and Andy)
Little Bill come out of Kansas an'
Texas, boys. He worked them tough
towns.

CHARLEY
(ashamed)
Just wondered. Anybody could be
scared.

Andy drops his eyes and looks away from Clyde.

CLYDE
(with meaning)
No. He wasn't scared, boys. He just
ain't a good carpenter.

INT. BARBERSHOP - DAY

English Bob, delighting in the smooth feel of his freshly
shaved pink cheeks, climbs cheerfully out of the barber chair,
still chattering at the poor BARBER.

ENGLISH BOB
...can see that there's a dignity in
royalty... a majesty... that precludes
the likelihood of assassination.

The Barber is applying his little whisk broom to Bob's
waistcoat while WW pulls out his purse to make payment.

ENGLISH BOB
Why, if you were to point a pistol
at a King or a Queen, sir, I can
assure you your hand would shake as
though palsied...

BARBER
(looking at Bob's
pistols)
I wouldn't point no pistol at nobody,
sir.

ENGLISH BOB
(putting on his frock
coat over his guns)
A wise policy. But if you did, I can
assure you, the sight of royalty
would cause you to dismiss all
thoughts of bloodshed and stand...
in awe.
(pause)
Whereas, a president... I mean, why
not shoot a president?

The Barber doesn't know how to take this guy, and just ogles
him.

ENGLISH BOB
Now this Strawberry Alice person,
tell me again.

BARBER
Down the street and across. Greely's
Beer Garden and Billiard parlor.
Just ask for Alice and say you want
a game of billiards.

ENGLISH BOB
(about to exit)
Billiards, eh? Even though I don't
really wish to play?

BARBER
Don't matter. They burned the table
in '78 for firewood.

ENGLISH BOB
Ah, I see.

WW has already stepped out and English Bob follows him out
the door.

EXT. BARBERSHOP/MAIN STREET - DAY

English Bob steps out the door.

ENGLISH BOB
Come on, WW. Let's...

Something's wrong! There is a funny quiet and WW is frozen
like a ramrod. English Bob looks around.

VIEW ON CHARLIE HECKER

Ten yards to Bob's right, pointing a 12 gauge shotgun and
Fatty Rossiter a few feet away pointing his old Enfield.

VIEW ON ANDY RUSSELL

On Bob's left, pale and tense, pointing his Henry, and Clyde
Ledbetter kneeling near him, leveling one of his pistols.

VIEW ON LITTLE BILL

Standing ten yards away in the empty dusty street where the
Fourth of July flags are flapping.

LITTLE BILL
Hullo, Bob. Boys, this here is English
Bob.

ENGLISH BOB
(under his breath)
Shit and fried eggs.

LITTLE BILL
Been a long time, Bob. You run out
of Chinamen?

ENGLISH BOB
(recovering his
composure)
Little Bill, I thought you were dead.
I see you shaved off your chin
whiskers.

LITTLE BILL
(feeling his chin)
Well, I was always tasting the soup
two hours after I et it.

VIEW ON THE STREET

Empty, silent.

VIEW FACES IN THE WINDOW

Of the Blue Bottle restaurant. EGGS ANDERSON, TOM LUCKINBILL,
MRS. PEEVEY, HOPPITY THOMAS, peering out.

VIEW ALICE, KATE AND LITTLE SUE IN GREELY'S WINDOW

And, in the open doorway, ready to duck for cover, Skinny
and Germany Joe Schultz and PADDY McGEE, the cooper.

VIEW ON ENGLISH BOB

ENGLISH BOB
What I heard was that you fell off
your horse drunk and broke your neck.

LITTLE BILL
I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell,
I even thought I was dead til I found
out it was just I was in Nebraska.
(pause)
Who's your friend?

ENGLISH BOB
WW Beauchamp... Little Bill Daggett
and... "friends."

WW
(nervous)
From N-n-newton?... and H-hays and
Aa-Abilene?

ENGLISH BOB
(dryly)
The same.

Charley is taking all this in wide-eyed.

LITTLE BILL
You work for the railroads too, Mister
Beauchamp?

WW
(scared to death)
N-no. I wr-wr-wr-write... I wr-
wrwrite...

LITTLE BILL
Letters?

ENGLISH BOB
Books. He's my biographer.

LITTLE BILL
(fighting amazement)
Oh.

And WW is reaching for a pocket.

VIEW

Andy and Charley and Clyde and Fatty tensing to fire.

VIEW ON ENGLISH BOB

ENGLISH BOB
I wouldn't do it, WW.

WW freezes, terrified... and a puddle of urine forms at his
feet.

WW
It's only a b-b-b-book...

LITTLE BILL
(his pistol half-drawn)
A book, huh?
(returning his pistol
and glancing at the
piss)
I guess that means you can read...
An' I guess you boys seen them signs
about surrendering your firearms...
But then, like you told old Andy
there, you ain't armed, are you,
Bob?

ENGLISH BOB
Not really...
(shrugging)
Maybe a couple of Peacemakers...
(bargaining)
I imagine you could overlook those,
eh, Bill? If you didn't see them...
or hear them?

LITTLE BILL
(cold as ice)
I guess not, Bob. I don't like guns
around.

With a sardonic glance at the arsenal trained on him English
Bob gives a shrug and holds open his coat in surrender,
exposing two fancy holstered pistols.

Little Bill gives Andy a head signal and Andy steps forward
and takes the pistols from English Bob's holsters.

LITTLE BILL
Charley, see what kind of "books"
Mister Beauchamp is packing... but
watch you don't get wet.

ENGLISH BOB
(to Andy)
Be careful with those, sonny.

Onlookers are stepping out of doorways now and moving timidly
into the street forming a large semi-circle. The whores are
among them.

CHARLEY
No shit, Little Bill, all he's got
is this here book.

Charley holds up a dime novel with a lurid cover showing a
gentleman in a top hat protecting a woman with his body while
firing two pistols at seven disheveled looking "Western
types." The title is "The Duke of Death."

LITTLE BILL
(reading with effort)
The... Duck of Death.

WW
D-d-d-duke. The D-d-duke of Death.

English Bob starts to go but Little Bill puts a hand on his
shoulder.

LITTLE BILL
Give me the .32, Bob.

Furious, English Bob turns and looks into Bill's eyes and
then, seeing no alternative, opens his vest exposing a small
pistol.

ENGLISH BOB
You leave me at the mercy of my
enemies.

LITTLE BILL
(taking the pistol)
Enemies, Bob? You been talking about
the Queen again? On Independence
Day?

A lot of the tension has gone out of the occasion and the
crowd is beginning to murmur and people are starting to move
and a couple of kids are running when suddenly...

CRUNCH! English Bob's face seems to cave in with the force
of Little Bill's fist and Bob literally flies backward and
slams into the side of the barber shop.

VIEW

Alice gasping... Andy's jaw drops...

Little Sue's eyes bulge... Charley gulps.

VIEW ON ENGLISH BOB

Slumped against the wall, blood pouring from his unhinged
jaw, amazed.

ENGLISH BOB
Wh... what...?

Little Bill walks calmly up to him and WHAM... kicks him
hard in the chest.

VIEW SILKY

Having a hard time swallowing and Mrs. Peevey turning away
and Eggs horrified and Alice's scared face.

VIEW ON ENGLISH BOB

Bloody, on all fours, pulling a knife from his waistcoat...
but the whole effort is painful and hopeless. He hasn't a
chance.

Little Bill looks down at him for a moment from his enormous
height, watching the smaller man's pitiful effort, then
SLAM!... Little Bill kicks him in the ribs hard and you can
hear air going out of Bob, and Bill steps hard on Bob's knife
hand and the bones crunch loudly.

VIEW

WW, white as a ghost and Andy is trying not to vomit. There
is the sound of another brutal blow.

VIEW

English Bob on all fours in the dusty street now, barely
conscious.

KA-WHUMP! Little Bill kicks him again, not angrily, but hard.

LITTLE BILL
I guess you think I'm kickin' you,
Bob... but it ain't so.
(WHAM, another kick)
What I'm doin' is talkin', hear? I'm
talkin' to all them villains down in
Kansas an' them villains in
Cheyenne...
(WHUMP)
Lettin' em know there ain't no whores'
gold...

Little Bill turns and looks hard at the whores and Alice is
sick from the violence and Little Sue is biting her lip and
Silky has tears in her eyes.

LITTLE BILL
(turning back to Bob
and kicking him)
...an' how if there was... how they
wouldn't want to come lookin' for it
anyhow.

Little Bill looks down with eyes as cold as ice and English
Bob grovels in the bloody dust, barely conscious.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

Open country under a hot sun and Munny and Ned riding their
horses at a walk and the saddles creaking and birds chirping
in the five foot high grass. It is late morning in Northern
Kansas and they have been riding since dawn, mostly in
silence, but Ned has something on his mind and he glances at
Munny and frowns and then finally he blurts his question.

NED
Say, Bill... You ever... ever go
into town... an' all?

MUNNY
(surprised at the
question)
Sure, I got to. Got to get supplies.

NED
No. I mean...
(embarrassed)
...an' get yourself a woman? You
know?

Munny looks away quickly, embarrassed, and it seems like he
isn't going to answer and then, when he finally does, he
keeps his eyes on the horizon.

MUNNY
Naw. Naw, I don't ever go into town
for that.
(pause)
A man like me... A man like me can't
get no woman but one he's gonna pay
for... an' that ain't right... buyin'
flesh.
(looking at Ned)
Claudia, God rest her soul, she
wouldn't have wanted me doin' nothin'
like that, me bein' a father, an'
all.
(he looks away again)

NED
(rhetorically)
Whaddaya do, just use your hand?

MUNNY
(after a nervous glance
at Ned)
Sometimes... yeah.
(looking at the horizon)
I don't miss it all that much.

Ned is shaking his head, wondering at the transformation of
his old friend when...

CRACK! A RIFLE SHOT and the Albino mare rears violently,
whinnying and hurling Munny out of the saddle and...

Ned's roan bolts at full speed, Ned barely staying aboard.

CRACK! another shot.

VIEW ON MUNNY

On all fours in the tall grass. He feels his forehead and
wipes away a little blood, and shakes his head to clear it.

Then he hears rustling in the long grass and he whirls and
pulls the Starr out of his belt and sitting back he aims at
where he heard the noise and he pulls back the hammer with a
loud click.

NED'S VOICE
(a whisper)
Billy. Billy.

MUNNY
(lowering the pistol,
relieved)
Yeah.

Ned crawls out of the grass next to Munny.

NED
Some fucker's shootin' at us.

MUNNY
Yeah.

NED
(alarmed, seeing blood)
He hit you?

MUNNY
Naw. I bumped my head fallin' off of
my horse.

CRACK, another shot. Ned looks puzzled and he lifts his head
up and tries to look around without exposing himself.

A hundred yards away Ned can see a clump of four or five
trees and there is a little cloud of black smoke still hanging
in the air there and then a sudden flash of fire, smoke and

CRACK!

Ned doesn't even duck, he just frowns.

NED
He ain't shootin' our way no more.
(indicating the left)
He's shootin' over that way. Who's
he shootin' at over that way?

MUNNY
Beats the hell out of me.

NED
You suppose maybe we're in somebody's
field?

MUNNY
I didn't see nothin' planted.

CRACK. Another shot. Ned ducks urgently.

NED
Fuck, he's shootin' at us again.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

NED
Jesus, he's shootin' up the whole
fucking horizon.

Munny is thinking about it, has an idea, weighs it and gives
it a try.

MUNNY
(shouting)
HEY.

NED
You're marking us, Bill.

MUNNY
(ignoring him)
HEY, KID.

NED
Kid? The Kid's shootin at us?

MUNNY
IS THAT YOU, KID?

NED
Why would the Kid shoot at us?

MUNNY
HEY KID, IT'S ME, BILL MUNNY.

EXT. TREES - DAY

The Kid rifle at his cheek is crouched behind one of the
trees. His horse is standing nearby.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Hey, Kid, is that you? It's me, Bill
Munny.

The Kid is frowning and finally he makes up his mind.

THE KID
(shouting)
YEAH. IT'S ME.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Don't shoot at us no more, okay?

The Kid is peering around the tree and squinting ferociously.

HIS POV:

The field. It is one big blur. He can't see worth a shit.

The Kid squinting and peering and worrying.

THE KID
WHO YOU GOT WITH YOU?

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Ned Logan. My old partner, Ned Logan.
Don't you shoot no more, okay?

The Kid doesn't like it, he's nervous and twitching, trying
desperately to see what's going on out there.

MUNNY'S VOICE
We're gonna collect our horses an'
come on over. You ain't gonna shoot
no more, are you?

THE KID
NO, I AIN'T.

EXT. TREES - DAY

VIEW ON MUNNY

Bedraggled and sweaty, walking into the clump of trees leading
his horse and Ned, behind him, leading his roan and looking
just as bad.

MUNNY
Had to chase the damn horse a mile.

The Kid is sitting under the shade tree looking sullen.

NED
(angry)
What was you shootin' at us for,
anyhow?

THE KID
Thought you was followin' me.

MUNNY
Well, we was. Like you said, I changed
my mind an'...

THE KID
Wasn't nothin' said about no partner.

NED
Well, this here's Ned Logan... Ned,
this here's the Schofield Kid, nephew
of Pete Sothow an'...

THE KID
I seen two fellas followin' me, I
guessed they come to kill me.
(pause)
We didn't talk about no other fella.

MUNNY
(squatting in front
of The Kid, talking
in a persuasive tone)
Well, now Kid, there's two of these
cowboys, ain't that so? Better there's
three of us... maybe them cowboys
got friends. Maybe...

THE KID
I was gonna kill them two by myself.
It don't take three.

Ned walks over to where The Kid's rifle is leaning against
the tree and The Kid is watching nervously.

MUNNY
Now Ned's a hell of a shot with a
rifle. Hell, he can hit a bird in
the eye flyin'.

NED
(picking up The Kid's
rifle)
Better'n you anyhow, Kid. You wasn't
comin' close.

THE KID
Keep your damn hands offa that rifle,
Mister.

The Kid is touching his pistol and Ned puts the rifle down,
annoyed.

NED
I was only checkin' it for you.
Thought maybe somethin' was bent.

THE KID
Nothin's bent.

NED
Well, you was shootin' every which
way an'...

THE KID
(to Munny)
You gonna share your half with him?

MUNNY
Three ways, I figured.

THE KID
No.

MUNNY
(to Ned)
Sorry, Ned. Guess I wasted your time.
See ya, Kid!

Munny turns to go and Ned gives The Kid a disgusted look and
turns away.

THE KID
(to Munny)
You're goin' back with him?

MUNNY
(turning)
He's my partner. He don't go, I don't.

Ned is mounted and Munny starts to mount too, but the mare
is as reluctant as ever, shying and prancing while MUNNY
hops awkwardly with one foot in the stirrup.

THE KID
What's it come to, three ways?

Munny turns and looks at The Kid.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

The three of them riding across open country. The Kid looks
like he still has a thorn up his ass and the only sound is
the creaking of saddles.

Storm clouds are gathering behind them on the horizon.

MUNNY
Oh shit.

And The Kid looks back but of course he can't figure out
what it is they saw.

THE KID
What the hell are you pissin' about,
I'd like to know?

MUNNY
(astonished)
Huh?

THE KID
Well, what were you lookin' at anyhow?

MUNNY
Lookin' at?

NED
Clouds, Kid. We was lookin' at them
clouds on account of we got a storm
ridin' up our ass.

THE KID
(looking back)
Oh, them.
(petulantly)
Hell, I seen them.

Ned frowns and looks at The Kid and something is bothering
Ned.

EXT. STREAM BED - DAY

A dry stream bed and the three men are riding single file
now with The Kid in the lead but Ned has been thinking and,
trotting with his horse, he pulls alongside The Kid.

NED
You was right to change your mind,
Kid.

THE KID
(surly, suspicious)
Yeah?

NED
(proudly)
I'm a damn good shot.
(looking up)
See that hawk up there? I could kill
that hawk with one shot.

VIEW on the empty sky. There isn't any hawk.

VIEW on Munny who is right beside them is looking up and he
doesn't see any hawk and he looks at Ned like he thought Ned
was crazy and he frowns.

The Kid just looks up and squints and looks ahead at the
trail and keeps riding.

THE KID
Hell, I could hit it too if I didn't
mind wasting a shot.

And Munny looks up again, amazed, because they must be crazy,
both of them.

And Ned reins his horse hard.

NED
There ain't no hawk up there, Kid.

And the Kid reins and turns and he locks eyes with Ned. He
knows he's been found out.

NED
Can't see worth a shit, can you?

The Kid is furious, his eyes flick around and he spots
something and he pulls out the Schofield.

THE KID
See them fucking turtles?

VIEW ON THREE TURTLES

Making their way up the stream bed ten yards away.

VIEW ON THE KID

His Schofield spitting fire and smoke BLAM, BLAM.

VIEW ON THE TURTLE

BLAM, the third turtle exploding and following the other two
to oblivion.

VIEW ON THE MEN

MUNNY
(impressed)
Shit.

NED
(impressed but holding
back)
How far kin you see?

THE KID
Far enough.

NED
We ain't goin' to Nebraska on no
turtle hunt. A hundred yards?

THE KID
More.

NED
(testing)
See that scrub oak yonder?

THE KID
(furious)
Fuck you.

NED
(to Munny)
He's blind, for Chri...

THE KID
(pointing his pistol
at Ned)
I ain't blind, you asshole.

MUNNY
Now hold on, boys, hold on. Now,
Kid, you kin see fifty yards, can't
you?

THE KID
Bet your ass I kin see fifty yards
an' I kin shoot this sonofabitch...

MUNNY
Easy, Kid, easy.
(looking Ned in the
eye)
Now, you hear that, Ned? The Kid can
see fifty yards fine, hear?

NED
(under his breath)
Jesus.

MUNNY
Fifty yards ain't bad.
(glancing at the
horizon)
Guess we better get along.

EXT. SKY - DAY

STORM CLOUDS building behind them on the horizon.

INT. COUNTY OFFICE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON A BOOK

The lurid cover, "The Duke of Death" by W. W. Beauchamp.

Little Bill is looking at the cover, his feet propped on his
desk in the county office. It is night and the office is lit
with an oil lamp.

LITTLE BILL
(referring to the
book)
Them boys look like real hard cases.
Did you kill all seven of 'em dead,
Bob... or did you just wing some of
'em?

English Bob is lying on his back on a cot in the little cell
a few feet away. He turns his head toward Little Bill and
his swollen face is horrible to behold. Of course, he doesn't
answer except with the nasty eye.

LITTLE BILL
That is you there, ain't it, Bob?
The Duck of Death?

WW
(daring)
Uh... Duke.

WW is in the little cell next to English Bob's.

LITTLE BILL
Oh yeah... Duke. Well, Bob, you always
was hell an' Jesus with a pistol...
but seven of 'em, an' you protectin'
the lady too... How'd you do it?

English Bob just turns his malignant stare away but WW screws
up his courage and asserts himself... sort of.

WW
Uh... It's... uh... generally
considered desirable in the publishing
business to... ah... take certain
license in depicting the cover
scene... for... ah... purposes
involving the... ah, market place.

LITTLE BILL
Well, Mister Beauchamp... from what
I read of this here book, I'd have
to say the writin' ain't a whole lot
different from the pitcher.

WW
(sweating, but with
dignity)
Uh... I can assure you, Mister
Daggett... the events described within
are based... on the accounts of eye
witnesses and...

LITTLE BILL
(opening the book)
Meaning the duck himself, I guess.

WW
Duke.

LITTLE BILL
(harshly)
Duck, I says.
(reading badly)
"You have insulted the honor of this
beautiful woman, Corcoran," said the
duck. "You must apologize." But Two
Gun Corcoran would have none of it
and, cursing, he reached for his
pistols and would have killed them
but The Duck was faster and hot lead
blazed from his smoking sixguns."
(he tosses the book
on the desk, disgusted)

WW
(with dignity)
I believe that to be an accurate
description of the events, sir...
albeit there is a certain poetry to
the language which...

LITTLE BILL
(standing up)
Well, Mister Beauchamp, I was at the
Blue Bottle Saloon in Wichita the
night English Bob killed Corky
Corcoran... an' I didn't see you
there... nor no woman, nor no twogun
shooters nor nothin' like that.

WW
(amazed)
You were there?

WW looks to English Bob for confirmation but Bob's stare
just gets nastier.

Little Bill is warming to the subject though, standing in
front of the cell.

LITTLE BILL
First off... Corky didn't carry two
pistols, though he should of.

WW
But he was called...

LITTLE BILL
Some folks did call Old Corky "Two
Gun" but not because he was sportin'
two pistols but because he had a
dick so big it was longer than the
barrel on that Walker Colt he carried.
An' the only insultin' he done was
stickin' that big dick of his in
some French Lady that Old Bob was
sweet on... Well, one day Corky walked
into the Blue Bottle and before he
knows what's happening Bob takes a
shot at him... and misses on account
of he's drunker than hell.

WW is fascinated and he looks to Bob and BOB'S eye is blazing
and he looks back at Little Bill who is beginning to act out
the scene.

LITTLE BILL
Well, that bullet whizzin' by panicked
Corky, an' he done the wrong thing!
Pulled his gun in such a damn hurry
he shot off his own toe. Meantime,
Bob aims good and squeezes off
another... but he's so drunk he misses
again an' hits the thousand dollar
mirror behind the bar. Well, now the
Duck of Death is good as dead 'cause
this time Corky does right an' aims
real good, no hurry...

WW
(beside himself)
And?

LITTLE BILL
Bam! That Walker Colt blew up in his
hand... which was a failing common
to that model. Now if Corky would
have really had two guns instead of
just a big dick he could have defended
himself to the end.

WW
You... you mean...
(looking at Bob)
English Bob killed him while...?

LITTLE BILL
Well he wasn't gonna wait for Corky
to grow no new hand. He walked over
real close, bein' drunk, an' shot
him through the liver.

WW stares first at English Bob and then at Little Bill,
appalled.

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

Night in the woods and Ned fussing around with his blankets
not far from the campfire.

NED
(irritably)
No sir, I did not give up robbin'
an' stealin' on account of I got
religion. I give it up 'cause I got
too old for all this here nature.

Munny is lying in his blankets a few feet away, exhausted
and dirty and not a bit interested in Ned's complaints.

NED
I give it up 'cause I hate sleepin'
out in the air... fuckin' sticks in
my food... an' fuckin' bugs in my
food... an' fuckin' rocks under my
back...
(crawling into the
blankets)
Shit, I sure do miss my fuckin' bed.

MUNNY
(irritably)
Yeah... you said that last night.

NED
Last night I said I missed my fuckin'
wife... tonight I just miss my fuckin'
bed.

Lightning flashes and a horse whinnies and then the thunder
cracks and rolls.

MUNNY
Well, I guess you're gonna miss your
fuckin' roof soon enough.

EXT. BY THE HORSES - NIGHT

The horses, shying and skittish, and The Kid is rubbing his
face tenderly on the Morgan and whispering in a soothing
voice.

EXT. CAMP - NIGHT

Munny and Ned lying near the campfire and The Kid walks up
and starts to fix his blankets.

He looks at Munny thoughtfully. Something's bothering him,
and finally he blurts it out as he climbs into his own
blankets.

THE KID
Say, Bill. That business in Jackson
County... did that really happen? I
mean how they say it happened?

MUNNY
What business?

THE KID
(a frown, a pause,
then...)
An' how there was two deputies up
close pointin' rifles at you... had
you dead to rights... an' how you
pulled out a pistol an' blew them
both away to hell... an' only took a
scratch yourself.
(pause)
Uncle Pete told me he never seen
nothin' like it, shootin' your way
out of a scrape like that.

MUNNY
(uncomfortable)
Well... I don't recollect.

THE KID
(amazed and dubious)
You don't recollect!

The Kid doesn't know whether he's been rebuffed or what, but
seeing after a moment that his conversation with Munny is
not getting anywhere he decides to have a try at Ned.

THE KID
Say, Ned... ?

NED
(curt)
Yeah.

THE KID
How many men you killed?
(after a long pause)
Ain't you gonna answer?

NED
I don't like the question.

THE KID
(indignant)
Well, I gotta know what kind of fellas
I'm ridin' with, don't I? In case of
a scrape.

NED
How many you killed, Kid?

THE KID
Five. I killed five of 'em.
(pause)
That counts a Mexican I killed.
(pause)
He come at me with a knife.

There is a long pause and then a flash of lightning and a
roll of thunder and the nervous whinnies of the horses.

MUNNY
Get some sleep, Kid.

THE KID
You boys are crotchety as a couple
of hens.

Just then the rain starts and it sizzles in the campfire and
the horses snort and Ned covers his head with his blankets.

NED
Aw shit!

INT. COUNTY OFFICE - NIGHT

WW
Actually, then, Mister Corcoran was
faster on the draw than the D...
English Bob?

WW is sitting at Little Bill's desk writing furiously with a
quill pen. It is still night and Little Bill is lounging in
a chair and English Bob is moaning and snoring in the cell.

LITTLE BILL
Faster? Fast was his mistake. If he
hadn't of been in such a goddamn
hurry he would not have shot off his
toe with his first shot and he would
have killed old Bob.
(lecturing)
See, son, bein' a good shot an' bein'
quick with a pistol... that don't do
no harm... but it ain't much next to
bein' cool.

Little Bill pulls out his pistol very deliberately... not
slowly, but not like a Hollywood fast draw.

LITTLE BILL
A man who will keep his head an' not
get rattled under fire... he will
kill you like as not.

Little Bill is pointing his pistol, aiming.

WW
But if the other fellow is quicker
and fires first...

LITTLE BILL
He will be hurryin' and he will miss.
That there is as fast as I can pull
an' aim an' hit anythin' more'n ten
feet away... unless it's a barn.

WW
But... if he doesn't miss?

LITTLE BILL
(laughing and
holstering his pistol)
Then he will kill you. That is why
there are so few dangerous men like
old Bob there... an' like me. It
ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow...
an' if the sonofabitch is shootin'
back at you... well, it'll unnerve
most fellas.
(struck with an idea)
Look here, let me show you somethin'.
(he reaches into a
drawer in the desk
and pulls out a pistol)
See this here pistol?

WW looks at the pistol uneasily and over in the cell English
Bob's one eye opens and he moves his head slightly because
he senses something is happening.

Little Bill holds the pistols out to WW.

LITTLE BILL
Take it.
(WW hesitates)
Go on, take a hold.

Nervously WW accepts the gun as though it were hot. Little
Bill pulls some keys out of a drawer and tosses them on the
desk.

LITTLE BILL
Them's the keys. All you gotta do is
shoot me an' you an' English Bob can
ride out free as birds.

WW
(shaking)
Is... is it... loaded?

LITTLE BILL
Wouldn't be no good if it wasn't.
You got to cock it though.

WW looks nervously over at English Bob and Bob's eye says
"Do it, do it, do it."

WW gulps and he pulls back the hammer and stands up and looks
at Bob again and Bob is nodding "Yes, yes, do it."

LITTLE BILL
An' you got to point it.
(pause)
Go on, point it.

Slowly, with trembling hand WW raises the gun and points it
at Little Bill who looks calmly back at him.

LITTLE BILL
All you gotta do is pull on the
trigger, mister.

WW gulps and sweat comes off his forehead and he points the
shaking gun and Bob nods "Yes" and WW bites his lip and
then...

WW lowers the gun slowly. He can't do it. He wipes his
forehead.

LITTLE BILL
Hot, ain't it?
(reaching for the gun)
You never even put your finger on
the trigger.

Little Bill is reaching for the pistol but WW has a
frightening idea and instead of giving up the pistol he steps
backward toward the cell.

WW
What if... what if I gave it to...
him.
(and he indicates Bob)

Little Bill's eyes narrow like slits and tension fills the
air.

LITTLE BILL
Go ahead... give it to him.

English Bob's eye lights up in anticipation and he tries to
get up on one elbow.

WW
(gulping)
R-r-r-really? You r-r-really w-
wwant...?

LITTLE BILL
(like ice)
Give it to him.

English Bob is sitting up and reaching for the gun and his
eye is on Little Bill and WW reaches out with a shaking hand
and ENGLISH BOB'S hand just touches the gun and...

Little Bill drops his right hand to his own gun and grips
the butt and...

ENGLISH BOB hesitates, his gaze locked with LITTLE BILL'S
and the two men eye each other. Then, furious, ENGLISH BOB
withdraws his hand... empty.

LITTLE BILL
(grinning)
Guess he don't want it, Mister
Beauchamp.

Little Bill accepts the pistol from the trembling WW and,
looking straight into ENGLISH BOB'S angry eye, LITTLE BILL
ejects five cartridges from the chambers of the pistol.

LITTLE BILL
You was right not to take it, Bob. I
would of killed you.

WW collapses into a chair and wipes sweat from his brow.

LITTLE BILL'S VOICE (O.S.)
We could use some rain, eh, Mister
Beauchamp?

EXT. CAMP - DAY

BARRRRROOM! THUNDER, LIGHTNING, RAIN IN SHEETS and the Albino
mare rearing and screaming and Munny landing in the mud.

MUNNY
You fucking no-good goddamn shitfaced
pig fucking dirty whore.

It is daylight but the rain is so thick you can't see more
than five feet and Munny crawls up out of the mud wearing a
slicker and looking like hell, already full of remorse for
his outburst.

Ned rides up out of the rain leading Munny's horse and Munny
tries to mount again.

MUNNY
I didn't mean it, old gal.

The Albino rears but Ned is helping and he holds the horse
and then grabs the seat of Munny's muddy pants and half shoves
him into the saddle.

Up ahead, barely visible in the rain, The Kid is holding
back his horse impatiently.

THE KID
Let's go.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

A LITTLE LATER. RAIN. Ned and Munny riding side by side
through the downpour and The Kid twenty yards ahead, barely
visible. Munny looks like shit and Ned looks at him with
concern, deliberates, then reaches into his saddle bag and
pulls out a bottle of whiskey and offers it.

NED
I brung this for when we had to kill
them fellows.
(Munny glances at it
and looks away)
I guess we could use some now.

MUNNY
Not for me. I don't touch it no more.

NED
(exasperated)
God damn it, Bill, it's rainin'.

MUNNY
I know it's rainin',
(looking ahead)
Give the Kid a drink, why dontcha?

Ned takes a long pull on the bottle, re-corks it and puts it
in his saddle bag. He looks sympathetically at his friend
hunched unhappily in his saddle.

NED
You think the Kid really killed five
men?

Munny just shrugs and looks back at the trail and keeps
riding.

MUNNY
(after a while)
No.

NED
What he was talkin' about... how
them deputies had the drop on you
an' Pete...

MUNNY
Yeah?

NED
I remember how there was three of
them deputies you shot... not two.

MUNNY
(dismissing it)
Well, I ain't like that no more,
Ned. I ain't no crazy, killin' fool.

NED
(after a while)
You still think it'll be easy shootin'
them cowboys?

Munny shrugs and looks straight ahead into the rain. Of
course, it won't be easy... and they both know it.

MUNNY
If we don't drown first.

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

A blazing hot day and English Bob's battered face staring
out of the mud wagon which is being loaded up by Chandler.

In the distance the train whistle toots eagerly.

LITTLE BILL
(to Chandler)
Give them keys to the conductor and
tell him he can loose the cuffs off
of Bob soon as he's out of the county.

Little Bill is standing beside the mud wagon and WW is
standing next to him and a little knot of onlookers forms a
semi circle.

ENGLISH BOB
(talking through closed
teeth)
Mmmm pistols.

LITTLE BILL
Oh yeah.

Little Bill unwraps a cloth and produces the ivory-handled
peacemakers... smashed and hopelessly bent. And he gives
them to Bob and looks him in his one furious eye.

LITTLE BILL
I guess you know, Bob, how if I see
you again I'll just start shootin'
right off an' figure it's self
defense.

That's fine with English Bob. He glares back and the two men
understand each other perfectly and then Chandler whips the
horses and the wagon starts to roll.

LITTLE BILL
I ain't stealin' your biographer,
Bob. Stayin' on was his idea.

And WW stands there beside Little Bill and gives Bob a
shiteating look and English Bob just glares and rolls away.

EXT. MAIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER

As the mud wagon rattles down the dusty street English Bob
sticks his horrid swollen face out the window and screams
insanely:

ENGLISH BOB
A plague on you! A plague on the
whole stinking lot of you! You're
uncivilized vermin, without laws or
morals! You're worthless savages! I
curse you! You're cursed! Cursed!

The whores, fanning themselves on Greeley's porch, stare
dumbfounded as the madman rolls by raving. Then he's gone.

All that remains is the sound of his ranting, diminishing in
the distance and a cloud of dust settling on the hot street.

Sitting next to Faith on the porch, Alice fans herself grimly.

ALICE
Nobody's gonna come.

FAITH
Huh?

ALICE
After what Little Bill done to the
Englishman.

Skinny steps out the door and blinks in the dazzling light
and wipes his face.

SKINNY
Delilah, them tables ain't clean.
Can't you get 'em clean?

Delilah gets up and goes in, angrily brushing past Skinny in
the doorway.

SKINNY
(after her)
Well, if you'd cover up your face,
maybe somebody'd want to fuck with
you an' you wouldn't have to do all
the cleanin'.
(to the others)
Whaddaya call them things that cover
the face?

FAITH
(looking straight
ahead)
A veil.

SKINNY
Yeah, a veil. Christ it's hot.

There is a distant roll of thunder and Skinny looks off at
the Southern horizon where storm clouds are gathering.

ALICE
(listlessly)
Rain's coming.

SKINNY
(emphatically)
Thank God.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - DAY

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING and the train chugging through the
storm. A second flash of lightning reveals three drenched
riders near the tracks and one of them is having trouble
controlling his white horse.

Of course it is Munny and as he tries to hold the shying
mare a flash of lightning lights up a passing railroad coach
and Munny gets just a glimpse of a strange battered face in
the window.

The Kid is handing the whiskey bottle back to Ned and Ned
offers it to Munny again.

NED
You sure, Bill?

And Munny just shakes his head and wipes rain from his eyes.

EXT. SOUTH ROAD - NIGHT

NIGHT AND RAIN and The Kid is chuckling drunkenly and handing
the bottle back to Ned who looks at it and tilts it way back.

They are riding along the South road in the dark.

THE KID
(cheerfully)
I left you some... about a drop.

Munny is hunched in his saddle, shivering, his teeth
chattering.

NED
You alright, Bill?

Munny doesn't look alright. He looks like shit... looks sick.
He doesn't answer and Ned looks worried and takes the last
drops from the bottle and tosses it in the road near the
ordinance sign which is too dark to read.

INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alice's room at night, the sound of rain beating hard on the
roof. Alice is playing cards with Silky and Faith when Little
Sue sticks her head in the door.

LITTLE SUE
A fella's askin' for you, Alice.

ALICE
Tonight? You ain't joshin'?

LITTLE SUE
(looking behind her)
This way, mister.

Silky and Faith pick up the cards to leave.

ALICE
Must be randy as hell to come out in
this shit.

And then they look up because a water soaked young man with
very few front teeth and a ragged stubble is standing in the
doorway squinting. It is the Kid.

INT. LITTLE BILL'S HOUSE - DAY

DRIP DRIP DRIP. A chamber pot on the floor of Little Bill's
house collecting water from a leak in the roof and Little
Bill is walking about in stocking feet, making a speech.

LITTLE BILL
"No," he says, "you are wrong Little
Bill. That there is no Curly J but a
bobbed J." He had worked it over,
you see?

WW Beauchamp is sitting in a chair scratching frantic notes
with a quill pen... and a splotch of water hits the paper
and he glances up because there is a new leak.

LITTLE BILL
(continuing, oblivious)
"Jim," I says, "You are a liar and a
horse thief." Now -- when he seen
them others wasn't gonna help him
none -- he started in to cryin' and
sobbin' and sayin'...
(mimicking)
"Don't kill me, Little Bill, don't
kill me, please don't kill me."

WW is trying to write and trying to slide away from the leak
without interrupting Little Bill who is delighting in his
own narration, oblivious to the new leak.

LITTLE BILL
(in his own voice)
"Well, Jim," I says, "it makes me
sick to see a man struttin' around
and packin' two pistols an' a Henry
rifle and cryin' like a baby."

WW
Did you... kill him?

LITTLE BILL
No,... but I can't abide them kind...
an' you will find a lot of them in
the saloons... tramps an' drunk
teamsters an' crazy miners... sportin'
pistols like they was bad men, but
not having no sand nor character...
not even bad character.

WW is really getting wet and he is moving the chair.

LITTLE BILL
(on his own wave length)
I do not like assassins an' men of
low character like your friend English
Bob... but Bob ain't no coward who
will cry to your face an' then...

WW
Uh... Sheriff... Uh...

LITTLE BILL
Huh? Oh.
(looking up sadly)
Another one, huh? Shit, I guess I'm
clean out of receptacles.

WW
(trying a joke with
effort)
Maybe you should... hang the
carpenter.

LITTLE BILL
(jaw dropping)
What?

WW
(uneasy)
Uh... hang the... uh... carpenter.
I...

There is a sudden loud knocking on the door and Bill turns
and goes to the door.

LITTLE BILL
On a night like this? What the hell?

Opening the door he reveals Charlie Hecker, wearing a slicker
and shedding water like a waterfall.

CHARLEY
Three seedy lookin' fellas come inta
town, Bill. They're down to Greely's
an' at least two of 'em got guns.

INT. BAR ROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE on the whiskey bottle and Ned is pouring the bright
liquid into his glass and Munny is mesmerized by the dazzling
highlights. The two of them are sitting at a table in Greely's
smokey, dimly lit bar room and the rain is beating on the
roof and there is a checker game at a table fifteen feet
away attended by Germany Joe Schultz, Tom Luckinbill, a
farmer, Eggs Anderson, the local restaurateur and Paddy McGee
the cooper. All of them are sneaking occasional, furtive
glances at the strangers, as is Fatty who is talking to Skinny
at the bar.

NED
...in hell's takin' The Kid so long?
You suppose he...
(seeing Munny)
Jesus, Bill you look like shit.

Munny looks dazed and shakes his head to clear it.

MUNNY
You... you remember Eagle Hendershot?

NED
(startled)
Huh? Uh... yeah.

MUNNY
I seen him.

NED
He's dead, Bill.

MUNNY
His head was all busted open so's
you could see the inside.

NED
Jesus, Bill, you got fever. Take a
drink, will you?

MUNNY
(ignoring Ned)
Worms was comin' out.

NED
(getting up)
Listen, Bill, I'm gonna see what's
takin' The Kid so long. Must be he's
gettin' an advance offa them sportin'
ladies.

Ned starts for the back room, then stops and goes back.

NED
Say, Bill... If I was to... take a
little while myself... I guess you...
I guess you... I guess you don't
want to come?

Munny shakes his head "no" and, as Ned departs for the
Billiard Room, Munny stares vacantly at the whiskey bottle.

LITTLE BILL'S VOICE (O.S.)
...me your pistol, mister.

MUNNY
(looking up, startled)
Huh?

The big man in the dripping slicker is standing only ten
feet away... Little Bill. And Little Bill is looking at him.
Munny can feel everybody in the room staring at him.

LITTLE BILL
I says, "You'll want to give over
your pistol."

Munny can see Charley moving slowly along the wall on the
left for position... and Fatty is over on the right, Skinny
beside him... and WW is by the door shifting nervously and
the checker players are frozen in their seats and Munny can
feel them all... watching him.

MUNNY
Uh, no. No, I ain't drunk.

LITTLE BILL
(almost friendly)
Ordinance says you got to turn in
your firearms to the County office
day or night. I guess you didn't
read it with the weather an' all.

MUNNY
(nervously)
Well... uh... I... I ain't got no,
uh, firearms.

LITTLE BILL
(not friendly any
more)
Them friends of yours in the back,
they carryin' pistols?

MUNNY
I... dunno. I mean, I guess not. No,
they ain't carryin' no guns.

LITTLE BILL
You're spillin' your whiskey, mister.

MUNNY
Like I said, I...

LITTLE BILL
What's your name?

MUNNY
Uh, William... uh... Hendershot.

Little Sue looks timidly in from the Billiard Room, bites
her lip, and retreats quickly.

LITTLE BILL
Well, Mister Hendershot, if I was to
call you a no good sonofabitch an' a
liar, an' if I was to say you shit
in your pants on account of a cowardly
soul... well, I guess then, you would
show me your pistol right quick an'
shoot me dead, ain't that so?

MUNNY
(trapped)
I... I guess I might... but like I
said, I ain't armed.

Little Bill pulls out his pistol and points it at Munny and
makes a little motion with the barrel that means "get up"
and Munny gets up.

Little Bill steps close to him and reaches out with his left
hand and opens Munny's coat revealing the Starr tucked in
his belt.

LITTLE BILL
I guess you just carry it for snakes
an' such.

MUNNY
Uh... yeah. Yeah.

LITTLE BILL
(cold)
There ain't no snakes in here, Mister
Hendershot.

MUNNY
Well, uh... it ain't loaded.

Little Bill takes the pistol out of Munny's belt and slowly
and deliberately ejects five cartridges and he looks at Munny
who is sweating and Munny just wants a way out.

MUNNY
Well, the powder's wet an...

WHACK! Little Bill brings the muzzle of the gun across Munny's
temple and blood flows and Munny goes to one knee and Little
Bill kicks him hard, WHUMP!

LITTLE BILL
(turning to WW)
Mister Beauchamp, this here is the
sort of trash I was speakin' of.

Munny is struggling to his feet and staggering weak-kneed to
the table where he grabs the whiskey bottle and breaks it
off and turns groggily to face Little Bill.

Little Bill, unperturbed, advances on him and when Munny
strikes desperately with the bottle, Little Bill blocks his
blow easily and slams him hard with the muzzle of the pistol
and Munny goes down again.

LITTLE BILL
(to WW)
You will find these kind in the
saloons of your prosperous
communities.
(WHUMP, he kicks Munny)
But you will not find none of them
in Big Whiskey.

Munny is on the floor on all fours, trying gamely to get up.

EXT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Ned pushing The Kid out the window of Alice's room and The
Kid isn't fully dressed and neither is Ned but he pushes him
frantically into the rainy night anyway and Alice is urging
them on and Little Sue looks ready to wet her pants.

ALICE
(to Ned)
Hurry.
(to Little Sue)
You know what to say to Little Bill?

Little Sue nods "yes" but she is speechless with terror and
Alice hands Ned's boots out the window to him.

EXT. ALICE'S WINDOW - NIGHT

Outside the window, NIGHT, RAIN, and Ned and The Kid trying
to get dressed in the mud and Alice sticks her head out the
window.

ALICE
You got to look sharp for that old
oak. You miss the oak an' you ain't
gonna find it.

NED
(to The Kid)
Never mind your shirt, get them boots
on.

Ned is trying to get his own boots on and he goes down on
his ass in the mud.

ALICE
The roof ain't much but...

THE KID
What about Bill? What we gonna do
about...

NED
Come on, Kid. I hope them horses is
still there.

INT. BAR ROOM - NIGHT

Munny crawling along the floor of the bar room, covered with
blood, heading for the door.

LITTLE BILL
Let the man out, WW. He is desiring
to leave the hospitality of Big
Whiskey behind him.

Munny is crawling past WW's legs and WW looks down at the
miserable semi-conscious creature and he sees clearly the
left hand and the three fingers as they fight for traction
and then WW steps to the door and opens it and Munny crawls
into the rain and the night.

INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

SLAP! Alice gets Little Bill's big hand across the face.

SKINNY
Easy, Little Bill, she's gotta work,
she's gotta turn a dollar a time.

Little Bill glares at Skinny. They are in Alice's room and
Charley is there and Little Sue and WW and it is pretty
crowded.

LITTLE BILL
(to Alice)
If they was just here for the fuckin',
how come they lit out the back window?

ALICE
(defiant)
On account of they seen you was
beatin' on their friend.

LITTLE SUE
(bravely)
Th-th-they just c-c-come for the b-
bbilliards, Little Bill, honest.

LITTLE BILL
(snorting)
Billiards!
(to Little Sue)
An' they was just passin' through?

LITTLE SUE
Th-th-they was g-g-goin to F-f-fort
B-b-buford t-t-to...

ALICE
(nasty)
You just kicked the shit out of a
innocent man, you big asshole.

LITTLE BILL
Innocent of what?

EXT. SOUTH END OF TOWN - NIGHT

The south end of town, NIGHT, RAIN and the Albino mare walking
aimlessly with Munny slumped in the saddle and then two riders
come from between two shadowy buildings and it is The Kid
and Ned and they come alongside Munny, one on each side of
him and Ned lifts his slumped head up and looks at the
battered face and winces and says with his eyes what The Kid
says with his tongue.

THE KID
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

INT. SHED - NIGHT

CANDLELIGHT, Ned and The Kid, and Ned is sewing Munny's face
with a needle and thread.

NED
Hold him, dammit.

It is some sort of straw-filled shed and they have stuck a
candle on a board.

THE KID
(sickened)
Jesus.
(pause)
You done this before?

NED
(working)
Plenty of times.

Munny is only semi-conscious and The Kid is holding his face
still.

THE KID
His pistol must of jammed.

NED
Move the candle closer, I can't see.

THE KID
He wouldn't of took no beating like
that if it hadn't of jammed. He
wouldn't just give it over an' not
shoot no one.

INT. SHED - DAY

DAYLIGHT in the shed and Munny's face, waxy yellow, crude
stitching, hideous swelling eyes vacant, breathing heavy.

He is lying in the straw and The Kid is looking down at him
with distaste. The Kid is only partly dressed.

THE KID
He don't look so good.

The sound of the rain is different: it's still coming but it
isn't a storm any more.

The shed is an irregular shelter because one wall and various
parts of the roof have collapsed and the woods outside are
clearly visible.

Silky is sitting on some straw straightening her clothes and
Ned and Alice are climbing out of a corner where they have
obviously been at it and are in various states of dress.

THE KID
(to Alice)
He didn't even pull his pistol, huh?

NED
(irritated)
He ain't as tough as you, Kid.

THE KID
Well, I guess I woulda at least pulled
my pistol an...

NED
Shit, Kid, you pulled your pistol...
right outta the lady an' out the
back window.

THE KID
That was your idea, I wanted to...

SILKY
(getting up and
smoothing herself)
We gotta go.

THE KID
Huh? Already? Hey, I'm near ready
for another advance.

SILKY
You're gonna use it all up before
you get it.

ALICE
(about to leave)
No more advances on what you ain't
done yet.

THE KID
Well, we're just waitin' on the
weather. If the weather breaks
tomorrow we could...

NED
(to Alice)
We're gonna need more food... at
least three days worth...

THE KID
Three days? We could kill 'em
tomorrow.

NED
(a sharp look at The
Kid)
I don't kill nobody without him.
(indicating Munny)

THE KID
(frustrated)
We don't need him. The two of us
could do it.

The horses are partly under the roof and Alice and Silky are
leading theirs out and nobody is paying attention to The
Kid.

THE KID
(petulantly)
He ain't nothin' but a broken down
pig farmer.

ALICE
(mounting her horse,
to Ned)
One of us'll bring food in the
morning. I guess you'll want some
whiskey.

NED
An' medicine if you got it...

The Kid walks over to the edge of the broken wall and from
the other corner Munny moans loudly and then screams.

MUNNY
Ohhhhh, ooohhhh no. No, I didn't do
nothin'.

Ned hurries over to Munny and The Kid is left there with the
two Whores who are both mounted now and The Kid is
embarrassed.

THE KID
Don't it make you sick, hearin' him
like that?
(The Whores turn their
horses)
Don't you ladies worry none...Me an'
Ned, we'll kill those two fuckers.

And The Kid has picked up two pieces of paper that the whores
gave them earlier and they are charcoal sketches, one of
Davey Bunting and the other of Quick Mike and they are pretty
fair likenesses.

INT. SHED - NIGHT

CLOSE on a lantern hanging from a beam in the shed and it is
night again and the rain has stopped though you can still
hear water dripping from the eaves.

THE KID
It was a lot of shit what my uncle
told me, huh?

They are playing cards on the straw floor, Ned and The Kid
and Ned doesn't look up from his cards.

NED
Depends what he told you.
(pause)
About Bill, you mean?

THE KID
All of it. About him, an' you an'
Uncle Pete... about robbin' the Rock
Island Pacific... an' about them
Missouri Banks.

NED
We done that stuff.

THE KID
Well I guess Bill Munny wasn't no
fearless killer an' bank robber like
he said.

In the other corner of the room Munny gives a loud moan and
both men look at him and then back to their cards.

NED
Kid, it ain't gonna mean nothin' to
you, but the roof I built on my house,
it don't have a leak in it... not
one.
(The Kid looks
perplexed)
Most folks think a school house is
the first sign of civilizin'... but
I say it's a good roof.

Well, that amazes The Kid, being stuck here with these train
robber-bad men and now this shit about roofs and he just
stares.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Claudia... No... Oh, Jesus, Claudia,
ohh...

Ned gets up and takes the lantern over to where Munny is
lying and kneels beside him. Munny looks ghastly, at death's
door.

NED
Claudia... ain't here, Bill.

MUNNY
(reaching)
Ned... Is that you, Ned?
(holding Ned's arm)
Ned, I seen... death.

NED
Easy, Bill.

MUNNY
I seen the angel of death Ned, an' I
seen the river.
(panicked)
He's a snake, he got... snake eyes.

NED
Who, Bill? Who got snake eyes?

MUNNY
The angel... the angel of death. I'm
scared, Ned. Ned, I'm gonna die.

NED
Easy, Bill, easy.

The Kid has walked over and is watching and it fascinates
and scares him and he watches and swallows hard.

MUNNY
I seen her... I seen Claudia too...

NED
(soothing)
Well, that's good now, ain't it,
Bill? Seein' Claudia an...?

MUNNY
She was all covered with worms. Oh,
Ned, I'm scared of dyin'...

The Kid can't take any more and he turns and walks away and
Ned tries to comfort Munny and Munny grabs him and pulls him
close.

MUNNY
Ned... don't tell nobody... don't
tell the kids... don't tell 'em none
of... none of the things I done.

And Ned has tears in his eyes and Munny's eyes are staring
and he is seeing something horrible and we

EXT. SHED - DAY

A VISION, DAYLIGHT and the horse horribly bloody, screaming
silently in agony while the sound is the sound of night and
the shed and the rain dripping but that doesn't diminish the
agony of the bloody animal as the whip falls on the head and
the eyes and we see the YOUNG MAN cruelly wielding the whip.

It is Munny fifteen years earlier and it is a picture of
unbelievable cruelty and viciousness... because that is what
he was like and what he remembers.

INT. SHED - NIGHT

NIGHT in the shed, a little moonlight coming in through the
open wall. The lantern is out and the sound is the sound of
Munny's labored breathing and Ned and The Kid are in their
blankets.

THE KID
He's gonna die, ain't he?

NED
Maybe.

THE KID
Well, suppose he does?

NED
(after a pause)
We'll bury him.

THE KID
That ain't what I mean.

NED
You mean, am I gonna help you kill
them cowboys?

THE KID
I can't spot 'em myself but you could.
That red-haired one, you could spot
a half-mile off, I bet.

NED
An' if I spot 'em?

THE KID
I'll ride up close an' shoot 'em!

NED
Just like that?

THE KID
I told you I'm a damn killer. I done
it before.
(pause, you can hear
Munny breathing)
I'm more killer than him.

NED
Yeah?

THE KID
Hell, yeah.

INT. SHED - DAY

DAYLIGHT and the cut-whore's face. Delilah is leaning over
Munny wiping his brow. He is lying in the straw looking up
at her and he looks like shit... his face ghastly pale and
stubbled and covered with horrible cuts and bad stitching...
but his eyes are clear.

MUNNY
I thought... you was an angel.

DELILAH
(embarrassed, getting
up)
You ain't dead.

Delilah goes over to her horse and gets some packages out of
the saddle bags. Munny tries to sit up weakly.

MUNNY
Some big guy beat the shit out of
me.
(feeling his sore
face)
I guess I must look a lot like you,
huh?

DELILAH
(angry, hurt)
You don't look nothin' like me,
mister.

MUNNY
I didn't mean no offense.
(she doesn't answer)
I guess you're the one them cowboys
cut up.
(no answer)
Ned an' The Kid, my partners, are
they... ?

DELILAH
(coldly)
They went out scouting when they saw
your fever broke.

MUNNY
Scouting?

DELILAH
On the Bar T... looking for... them.

MUNNY
Oh. How long I been here?

DELILAH
(still cold)
Three days. Are you hungry?

MUNNY
Three days? I must be.

EXT. WOODS NEAR SHED - DAY

CLOSE on robins, four of them in the woods near the shed and
Munny is watching them where he sits wolfing chicken hungrily,
his back against the shed. Delilah is watching him eat.

MUNNY
I thought I was gone. See them birds?
Most times I wouldn't even notice
them birds much. But I'm noticin'
'em real good 'cause I thought I was
dead.

DELILAH
I brought your hat. You... left it
down at Greely's.

MUNNY
That big guy lookin' for me?

As he looks over at her Munny's eye falls briefly on her
exposed ankle and Delilah feels the look.

DELILAH
Little Bill? He thinks you went North.

Munny can't help it and his eye flicks back to the ankle.

DELILAH
Are you really going to kill them?

MUNNY
(unenthusiastically)
Yeah, I guess.
(suddenly)
There's still a payment, ain't there?

She nods and she moves so that more ankle is showing, but
Munny's eye is drawn to her breasts as she moves, then he
looks away quickly, guiltily and they sit there silently
until...

DELILAH
Them other two, they been takin'
advances on the payment.

MUNNY
Advances?

He can't help looking at her body and she knows it.

DELILAH
(shyly)
Free ones.

Her body is getting to him.

MUNNY
(stupidly)
Free ones?

DELILAH
Alice an' Silky gave them... free
ones.

MUNNY
(understanding,
embarrassed)
Oh. Yeah.

DELILAH
(shy, timid)
You want... a free one.

MUNNY
(looking away,
embarrassed)
Me? No. No, I guess not.

And Delilah is hurt... crushed. She gets up and covers it by
picking up the remains of the chicken and Munny is too
embarrassed to look at her.

DELILAH
(covering her hurt)
I didn't mean... with me. Alice and
Silky, they'll give you one... if
you want.

MUNNY
I... I guess not.
(unusually perceptive
suddenly)
I didn't mean I didn't want one 'cause
of you bein' cut up. I didn't mean
that.

Delilah keeps her back to him.

MUNNY
(trying to get up)
It ain't that at all. You're a
beautiful woman. What I said before,
how I might look like you... I didn't
mean you was ugly like me, hell no...
I only meant how we both had scars.

He is standing weakly, supporting himself on the wall and
his speech is so sincere and Delilah wants to believe it.

MUNNY
You're a beautiful woman an'... if I
was to want a free one, I guess I'd
want you more than them others. It
ain't... See... I can't have no free
one on account of my wife...

DELILAH
Your wife?

MUNNY
Yeah. See?

DELILAH
(after a pause)
I admire that, you being true to
your wife. I've seen a lot of... of
men... who weren't.

MUNNY
(pleased and
embarrassed)
Yeah, I guess.

DELILAH
She back in Kansas?

MUNNY
Uh... yeah. Yeah. She's uh... watchin'
over the little ones.

And Munny gives her what for him is his best social smile...
sort of like a pig strangling.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

VIEW on the BAWLING CALF and the red hot iron coming out of
the fire. It is midday in the box canyon and the four cowboys,
Texas Slim, Johnny Foley, Lippy Macgregor and Davey Bunting
are branding strays and Johnny has the calf down ready for
the pigging string but the calf kicks loose and knocks Johnny
into the fire and the other three cowboys are guffawing,
their sweaty faces full of the camaraderie of hardworking
men who might get irritable by the end of the day but not
yet. And then like a flash, still laughing, young Davey is
on his paint and riding like hell after the stray and it is
beautiful to watch because he and the paint are like one.

CRACK! A rifle shot and the pony does a violent somersault
and Davey goes over in a spray of dirt and fifty yards away
Texas Slim, Lippy and Johnny stare in frozen horror.

The downed pony spurts blood from his nostrils, and Davey's
right leg is pinned under the dying paint's flank and they
are maybe fifteen yards from the edge of the canyon and
Davey's first thought is the pony.

DAVEY
Oh, Jesus, fella...
(shouting)
Boys, my pony's hurt...

And turning he sees the three cowboys standing fifty yards
away, frozen in their tracks.

DAVEY
Boys...

And they suddenly turn and run away toward some rocks and it
is only then that the terror hits Davey and in a sudden panic
he tries to get free of the horse.

DAVEY
Oh, Jesus, boys, my leg's broke. I'm
pinned, boys.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

VIEW on Ned, his face covered with sweat, the Spencer against
his cheek and he is crouched among some boulders up the canyon
wall about three hundred yards from Davey and Munny is looking
over Ned's shoulder and The Kid is trying to see, too,
squinting desperately, but he can't see shit.

MUNNY
Finish him, Ned.

THE KID
He ain't dead? You didn't get him?

MUNNY
(to the Kid, without
turning)
He got the boy's horse.

Looking down the barrel of the rifle Ned can see Davey
struggling frantically to get free of the horse and it is an
easy shot and Ned is sweating, his hand is shaking and he
can hear Munny's voice.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Better get him 'fore he gets clear
of the horse, Ned.

And Ned is shaking and CRACK, he fires.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

VIEW on Davey and dust kicking up a foot away and the extra
terror gives him the strength to pull free of the horse.

JOHNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
(distant, shouting)
Assassin assholes. You dirty asshole
sonsabitches.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

Munny and Ned and The Kid and Ned is shaking.

THE KID
Did you kill him?

MUNNY
He's clear of the horse, Ned. Better
get him.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

VIEW on Davey and he is crawling clear of the horse but his
leg is broken and it's hard and he looks toward the rocks
where his friends are hiding sixty yards away.

TEXAS SLIM'S VOICE
(from behind rock)
Behind you, Davey. Go for them rocks
behind you.

And turning, Davey can see a couple of boulders only fifteen
yards away that will provide cover.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

Ned aiming and shaking.

THE KID
What happened? He ain't dead? What's
goin' on?

MUNNY
(to Ned)
If he gets behind them rocks we ain't
gonna get him... not without we go
down there.

THE KID
What rocks? Why don't you shoot?
What's goin' on?

JOHNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Fuckin' bushwhackin' assholes.

And looking down the barrel Ned can see Davey crawling for
the rocks and it is an easy shot and he can't do it and he
looks up at Munny and the agony in his eyes says it all.

THE KID
Ain't you gonna shoot? Is he dead?

Munny grabs the rifle and Ned moves aside and slumps against
a rock and Munny looks down the barrel and aims.

MUNNY
I ain't much of a shot.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

Davey crawling and CRACK! The dust kicks up eight feet away.

He is ten yards from the boulders and it is agony to crawl.

LIPPY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Keep goin', Davey boy.

CRACK! Dust puffs up three feet from Davey's head.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

Munny, the rifle at his cheek and The Kid leaning frantically
over his shoulder, trying to see.

MUNNY
Shit!

THE KID
What happened, did you hit him?

BANG! BANG! Pistol shots from below and the bullets ping
harmlessly among the rocks.

THE KID
They're shootin' at us.

JOHNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
We'll kill you, you assholes.

Munny is aiming, he can see Davey, nearer shelter now.

CRACK! He fires and sees the dust spurt near Davey.

LIPPY'S VOICE (O.S.)
You assholes... you stinking ambushing
assholes.

THE KID
Did you get him? Where is he?

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

Davey crawling frantically and CRACK!... dust explodes only
inches from his head and he is pulling himself frantically
and he is only three yards from safety.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

CLOSE on Munny and he is sweating.

MUNNY
How many shots I got, Ned?

Ned is sitting there dazed, staring vacantly. BANG, BANG,
BANG, return fire pings off the rocks.

MUNNY
(aiming)
HOW MANY LEFT GODDAMIT?

NED
Two.

And looking down the rifle Munny can see Davey's head
disappear behind the boulder and CRACK, Munny fires again.

THE KID
Did you get him?

BANG BANG BANG the pistol fire.

TEXAS SLIM'S VOICE (O.S.)
Keep goin', Davey.

Munny is cocking and aiming for his last shot and he can see
Davey's legs sticking out from the rock and they're not
moving.

THE KID
Tell me... Christ...

JOHNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
...murderin' bastards...

LIPPY'S VOICE (O.S.)
...fuckin' skunks...

CRACK, Munny fires.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

VIEW ON dust puffing as Davey's legs disappear behind the
boulder, and there is a low groan.

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

VIEW on Munny sitting back against the rock, exhausted,
covered with sweat and he holds the rifle up to The Kid.

MUNNY
Better re-load it.

THE KID
You missed him? You didn't...?

MUNNY
I got him.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
(scared, hurt)
Jesus, boys, I'm shot... they shot
me...

TEXAS SLIM'S VOICE (O.S.)
You tramps... you murderin' tramps.

THE KID
(shaken)
He ain't killed.

MUNNY
(washed out)
Maybe, maybe not. Got him in the
gut, I think.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

Davey lying behind the boulder and the whole front of him is
soaking in bright red blood and the sun is beating down.

DAVEY
Oh Jesus... I'm hurt... I'm hurt.
They shot me...

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

Munny sitting there, his back against the rock, staring
vacantly and Ned looks the same.

THE KID
(derisively)
Them assholes can't hit us up here.
Just wastin' bullets.

The cowboys must realize that because they stop shooting and
you can hear Davey moaning and Ned and Munny just sit there
and sweat and The Kid is pacing up and down.

THE KID
You think he's gonna die? You think
we killed him?

Ned and Munny look into each other's eyes.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Help me, boys, help me...

MUNNY
(flatly)
Yup... we killed him, I guess.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Oh, Jesus, help me boys, I don't
want to die... I don't want to die.

THE KID
(rattled, shouting)
SHOULDN'T OF CUT UP NO WOMAN, YOU
ASSHOLE.

EXT. BOX CANYON - DAY

Davey is lying there behind the boulder drenched in blood,
looking up at the blazing noonday sun.

DAVEY
(shouting)
I'M DYIN', BOYS.

He pauses then, and then he speaks in a normal voice, as
though to himself, to express his amazement, to test reality.

DAVEY
I'm dyin'.
(pause)
I'm dyin'.
(shouting, panicked)
BOYS, I'M DYIN'!

EXT. BOULDERS - DAY

Munny sweating and looking up at the sun, and Ned staring
vacantly.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
I'm thirsty, Slim, Jesus, I'm thirsty.
(pause)
Bring me a drink won't you, Slim?
One drink, Slim... I'm dyin', Slim...
(pause)
Boys, bring me a drink.

It is getting to all three of them and Munny looks up at the
sun and then Ned gets up and he walks over to a rock and he
vomits.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
One drink... please, boys... just
one d...

MUNNY
(leaping up, shouting)
BRING HIM SOME GODDAMN WATER, YOU
ASSHOLES.

THE BOULDERS. Nothing happens, you can't tell if the cowboys
are behind there or not.

DAVEY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Please boys... I'm shot in the gut...
I'm bleedin'... bring me...

MUNNY
(shouting)
WILL YOU TAKE HIM A FUCKING DRINK
FOR CHRIST SAKE! WE AIN'T GONNA SHOOT.

There is a pause and Munny looks down at the boulders where
the cowboys are hiding.

TEXAS SLIM'S VOICE
(from behind the
boulder)
You ain't gonna shoot?

MUNNY
No.

And then, after a long moment, Munny sees Texas Slim come
out from behind the boulder and run nervously toward the
rock where Davey lies and he is carrying a canteen.

JOHNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Don't you shoot him, you assholes.

The Kid is trying to see but of course he can't.

THE KID
They takin' water?

MUNNY
Yeah.

Munny is watching and he sees Texas Slim disappear behind
the boulder where Davey is lying and there is a moment of
silence... and then the voice, a scream of grief and
anguish...

TEXAS SLIM'S VOICE
(from behind the
boulder)
Oh, Jesus, Johnny, they've killed
him... they've shot up his gut... oh
Jesus, they've killed young Davey...
oh, those murderin' bastards, they've
killed our Davey...

And The Kid spits in the dust and Ned wipes his forehead
with his bandanna and Munny scuffs the dirt with his boot.

HOOVES ON FLAT ROCK and the three riders, Munny, Ned and The
Kid, are trotting their horses over a smooth slab of rock
near a hill. They are silent, glum, then,

THE KID
When we gonna double back?

MUNNY
After a ways.

NED
(not looking at them)
Not me.

Munny looks up sharply but Ned just looks straight ahead.

NED
I'm goin' on down to Kansas.

MUNNY
We got to kill this other one first.
(Ned doesn't answer)
Shit, Ned, if we're lucky, we could
kill him by nightfall... or maybe
tomorrow morning. Then we could head
back, all three of us, with the money.

Ned reins in his horse and Munny pulls up too and then The
Kid.

NED
(looking him in the
eye)
You want the Spencer, Bill?
(he holds out the
rifle)

MUNNY
(lamely)
Shit, Ned, this ain't the time to
quit.

THE KID
You're gonna lose your share. If you
don't...

MUNNY
Shut up, Kid.

Ned just holds out the rifle and after a moment Munny takes
it and Ned takes a box of cartridges from his pocket and
hands them over.

NED
I'll see you, Bill. See you, Kid.

And he turns his horse and heads off across open country at
a trot and Munny watches him go till he's about fifty yards
away.

MUNNY
(shouting)
HOLD ON, NED.

And Ned reins up and Munny gallops up to him and holds out
the Spencer and the bullets.

MUNNY
I ain't worth a shit with it.

Ned takes the rifle, sheathes it, gives a curt nod and turns
to go.

MUNNY
Me an' the Kid, we'll head over to
the ranch an' as soon as we find
him, we'll shoot him. Then we'll
come back an' the three of us pick
up the money an' head South together.

NED
Supposin' he don't go to the ranch?

MUNNY
I'll bet anything he won't go to
town nor he won't ride out on the
range. Right off he'll hole up at
the ranch.

NED
(turning away)
I ain't waitin', Bill.
(looking back)
I'll look in on your youngsters when
I get back.

MUNNY
(calling after him)
Ned, don't pay no mind to what the
Kid said about the money. I'll bring
your share along, hear? The Kid's
full of shit, hear?

EXT. LITTLE BILL'S HOUSE - DAY

VIEW on the roof, late afternoon, and Little Bill is crawling
around up there with a bucket of tar which he has got on his
moustache and his face and he looks up because he hears the
clatter of hooves.

VIEW ON CHARLEY HECKLER

Galloping his horse up to Little Bill's house and Charley is
very excited and he swings off the horse in front of the
porch and the porch is at once closer to completion and closer
to collapse than last we saw it.

CHARLEY
(looking around,
breathless)
Little Bill, Little Bill...

LITTLE BILL'S VOICE (O.S.)
Yeah.

Charley looks up, startled and Little Bill is looking down
at him over the eaves.

LITTLE BILL
(sheepish)
Makin' some repairs.

CHARLEY
(breathless)
The killed one of them cowboys.

EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT

NIGHT, CLOSE VIEW on torchlight flickering on Davey's waxy
face and dead eyes as Eggs, Germany Joe and Paddy haul the
blood-caked body from the back of a buckboard. WW is looking
on queasily, taking notes, and behind him the street is alive.

WIGGENS' VOICE (O.S.)
...an' Parsons said how he seen three
men right after sun-up headed out
East an' one was ridin' a old blue
Morgan an' another was on a white
mare, only he didn't...

And only a few yards away from the buckboard, in front of
the County Office, Little Bill is being besieged by Deputies
and Townsmen.

FATTY
Amos over at the stable says to ask
you if the County's payin' feed for
ALL the horses or if...

CHARLEY
...Witherspoon says he ain't gonna
sell us no more thirty-thirty shells
without we pay...

And the dogs, snarling, fangs bared, pulling at the leash
and Tom Luckinbill is trying to keep control.

TOM
...use the dogs then the county's
gotta take responsibility for...

LITTLE BILL
(calmly)
Never mind about them horses, Fatty.
Just you ride out to the Bar T an'
make sure that other cowboy stays
put an' don't expose himself, hear?

INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alice's room and the whores. They are sitting glumly in the
dim light of a simple lamp. Little Sue is wiping tears away
and Delilah is staring blankly.

DELILAH
(to no one in
particular)
I didn't think they'd really do it.

ALICE
(nasty)
What did you think, they come clear
up from Kansas to fuck us?

DELILAH
(vacantly)
That Kid... he's just a... boy. And
that other one, Bill, being true to
his wife...

ALICE
What wife? He don't have no wife.

DELILAH
(shocked, hurt)
He said...

ALICE
I told you, he don't have no wife,
not aboveground, anyhow.

Delilah just eats the pain raw and just then...

SMASH! A rock comes through the window and you can hear
someone shouting.

VOICE OUTSIDE (O.S.)
You fuckin' murderin' whores.

And they all sit there stunned and then Alice recovers and
gets up and goes to the window and hurls the rock back.

ALICE
(shouting)
HE HAD IT COMING! HE HAD IT COMING
FOR WHAT HE DID... AND THAT OTHER
ONE TOO... BOTH OF THEM... FOR WHAT
THEY DONE.

EXT. COUNTY OFFICE - NIGHT

Little Bill and the crowd and the torches outside the County
Office and suddenly there is a commotion and shouting and
everybody turns North and...

Fuzzy is riding into town at full gallop shouting at the top
of his lungs.

FUZZY
We got one. We got one of them
fuckers, we got one...

Bystanders part as Fuzzy brings the horse up in front of the
County Office and reins hard and addresses himself
breathlessly to Little Bill.

FUZZY
We got one of them fuckers, Sheriff,
out by Cow Creek, we...

LITTLE BILL
Alive?

FUZZY
Hell, yeah. A bunch of us Bar T boys
went out lookin' on account of them
killin' one of our own. We come across
this fucker on a roan goin' South
an'...

LITTLE BILL
He admit it?

FUZZY
No... but I guess he will soon enough.
Had a Spencer rifle on him an' he
was...

LITTLE BILL
Those cowboys messin' him up?

FUZZY
Uh... a little, maybe.

LITTLE BILL
(to Clyde)
You an' Andy get the hell out there.
Find out where them other two went.

EXT. OUTHOUSE - DAWN

DAWN, the outhouse, birds chirping cheerily and the outhouse
door opens and BUCK BARTHOL steps out and stretches
luxuriously.

VIEW on bushes and The Kid holding his nose. The bushes are
right behind the outhouse and the stink is terrible. The Kid
is crouched there and he is doing an elaborate pantomime of
his suffering for Munny's benefit.

INT. BUNKHOUSE - DAY

VIEW on Buck coming into the bunkhouse. There isn't much
light and the shadowy sleeping figures are more easily
discernable by the snorts and snores they make than by their
shapes... except for THIRSTY and Quick Mike who are sitting,
half dressed at a table rolling cigarettes.

THIRSTY
See anythin' out there, Buck?

BUCK
Hell, yes I did.
(Mike looks up
nervously)
Seen about two hundred fellers packin'
rifles... Fuckers got the place
surrounded, says they want Quick
Mike's ass... I says, "How much?"
They says, "About five." I says,
"Dollars?" They says, "Cents." I
says, "Sold."

MIKE
Well I ain't worried I got protection.
(he indicates a nearby
bunk)

Fatty snoring on the bunk near Quick Mike.

EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT

CLOSE on Ned's face, nose bloodied, eye blackened, as he
rides down the Main Street of Big Whiskey escorted by six
cowboys (including Texas Slim, Johnny Foley and Lippy
MacGregor) and Clyde and Andy. Ned's wrists are tied and he
looks sullen and... scared.

Little Bill and WW Beauchamp are standing on the porch of
the County Office when the little group pulls up attended by
numerous onlookers. Little Bill looks Ned over coolly as he
addresses Clyde.

LITTLE BILL
He tell you where them others is?

CLYDE
Nope.

LITTLE BILL
He give 'em names?

CLYDE
Didn't give us nothin' but his own
name... Ned Roundtree.

LITTLE BILL
Well, Ned, you'll want to tell me
an' Mister Beauchamp here all about
them two villainous friends of yours,
I guess.
(to Clyde and Andy)
Bring him in, boys, for I will be
glad to know the names and the
whereabouts of those other two
murdering sonsofbitches.

EXT. OUTHOUSE - DAY

VIEW on the mid day sun blazing from on high and an enormous
farting sound...

VIEW ON THE OUTHOUSE

After a pause, another vigorous fart and then silence broken
only by the buzzing of flies, and then the sound of newspaper
and suddenly the door opens and Thirsty steps out and heads
up toward the bunkhouse.

VIEW ON THE KID

In the bushes reacting to the smell and the flies are buzzing
furiously.

THE KID
Sure is fuckin' ripe. I wish we'd
get a breeze.

Munny wipes sweat from his face and looks up at the blazing
sun.

MUNNY
It's gonna get riper yet.

THE KID
You still think he's in there?

MUNNY
(his eyes on the
bunkhouse)
Yeah, he's in there.

THE KID
Well, he's holding on to his shit
like it was money.

MUNNY
He's in there.

THE KID
Tell me right off if you see him.

MUNNY
Yup.

THE KID
You... you ain't gonna shoot him
yourownself?

MUNNY
(tired of saying it)
You can shoot him.

The Kid nods, satisfied, but he's keyed up something ferocious
and his fingers play nervously with his pistol.

INT. JAIL - DAY

CLOSE on Ned's face jammed against the bars of the cell in
the County Office. He has been tied to the bars outside the
cell so that he is, more or less, spread-eagled in an upright
position with his bare back exposed to Little Bill and Charley
Hecker and WW Beauchamp.

LITTLE BILL
Now then, Ned... you an'... uh...
Mister Quincy an' uh... What was
that young feller's name?

NED
Tate. Elroy Tate.

WW shakes his head at Little Bill and holds out his notebook
for Little Bill to see.

LITTLE BILL
That ain't what you said before,
Ned.

Little Bill empties hot coals from the bowl of his pipe on
Ned's shoulders and Ned writhes and grits his teeth.

NED
Hellif it ain't.

LITTLE BILL
(looking at WW's notes)
Before you said Elroy Quincy out of
Medicine Hat an' Henry Tate out of
Cheyenne.

NED
Fuck if I did.

LITTLE BILL
(refilling his pipe)
Charley, go bring them whores here
that fucked these boys the night of
the storm.

CHARLEY
Strawberry Alice an' Silky?

LITTLE BILL
Yeah... an' fetch a bullwhip out of
the German's.

Ned's face against the bars is covered with perspiration and
etched with fear as he hears the door close behind Charley.

LITTLE BILL
(lighting his pipe)
Now, Ned... them whores are gonna
lie different lies than you... an'
when your lie ain't the same as their
lie... I ain't gonna hurt no woman,
I'm gonna hurt you... not gentle
like I been doin' but... baaaad.

Ned swallows hard and sweats and waits.

INT. BUNKHOUSE - DAY

CLOSE on cards. They are playing at the little table in the
bunkhouse, Quick Mike, Buck, Thirsty, Fatty Rossiter and
OLAF HARKEN and Quick Mike doesn't even have a pair and tosses
his cards down in disgust and walks over to his bunk and
starts to put on his boots.

BUCK
(to Mike)
Where you goin'?

QUICK MIKE
Take a shit.

FATTY
(he has two kings)
Lemmee finish this hand, will you?

QUICK MIKE
You gonna protect me while I take a
shit?

Quick Mike walks over to a peg and hangs a gunbelt over his
bare shoulder.

BUCK
You could get bushwhacked.

QUICK MIKE
(heading for the door)
I'll fart on 'em.

THIRSTY
(starting to get up)
I'll go with him.

QUICK MIKE
You could wipe my ass, Thirsty.

THIRSTY
(sitting down)
Hell with him. Man ain't polite, he
oughta get shot.

EXT. OUTHOUSE - DAY

The Kid in the bushes and he hears the door slamming shut up
at the bunkhouse and he squints anxiously.

THE KID
(whispering)
Is it him?

MUNNY
(watching Mike)
Yup.

The Kid is beside himself, his throat goes dry and he gulps
for air and he brings the hammer back on his pistol and
squints anxiously.

HIS POV:

Mike out of focus approaching from The kid's POV and gradually
Mike comes into focus walking closer and we

VIEW ON THE KID

Sweating, tensed for action and Munny looks over at him.

MUNNY
(whispering)
He's yours, Kid. Can you get him?

And The Kid is biting his lip and doesn't answer and Quick
Mike is very close and The Kid brings up his pistol and gulps
and doesn't shoot and then it is too late because Mike has
entered the outhouse.

Munny is disgusted and he cocks the shotgun to do it himself.

The Kid is walking on eggshells approaching the door of the
outhouse, pistol in his right hand and he reaches his left
hand to open the door but he is hesitant and...

Munny sees Fatty Rossiter step casually out of the bunkhouse
and Munny raises the shotgun and Fatty sees The Kid and
screams.

FATTY
ASSASSINS, BOYS, ASSASSINS!

BAWHOOM! Munny lets go with the shotgun and Fatty dives back
into the bunkhouse and...

The Kid is startled and looks over his shoulder.

MUNNY
SHOOT HIM, KID!

and The Kid grabs the door with his left hand and opens it
and there is Mike sitting on the crapper astonished and one
hand is on his holstered pistol but he's frozen and The Kid
is pointing the Schofield at him but The Kid is frozen too.

MIKE
NO! NO!

BLAM! The Schofield jumps in The Kid's hand and Mike gets it
in the chest and there is smoke all over and The Kid stares
at Mike amazed and Mike who has a big splotch of blood on
his chest stares back at The Kid amazed also and then...

BLAM, The Kid shoots him again, this time in the face.

BANG! BANG! shots from the bunkhouse and...

BAWHOOM! Munny blasts the bunkhouse with shotgun.

MUNNY
Come on, Kid.

BLAM, The Kid shoots Mike's slumping body a third time and
he seems hypnotized but...

BANG BANG shots are coming from the bunkhouse and Munny is
screaming and The Kid tears himself away.

EXT. BUSHES - DAY

Munny crashing through the bushes and The Kid is a few yards
behind him and Munny stumbles and scrambles to his feet.

MUNNY
Did... you... get... him?

THE KID
(amazed)
Yeah.

EXT. OUTHOUSE - DAY

The outhouse and Mike's body and Fatty and Thirsty and Buck
dashing past, waving their guns.

EXT. WOODS - DAY

The albino mare and the Morgan in the woods and Munny and
The Kid dash up to the horses, gasping for breath, and Munny
tries to mount still holding the shotgun and the horse starts
to prance around and Munny can't mount.

MUNNY
Hold still.

BANG, BANG, BANG shots are whistling around them and looking
back Munny can see his pursuers firing from cover fifty yards
away.

Munny shoves two shells in the shotgun and hands it to The
Kid who has mounted.

MUNNY
Cover me, Kid, while I mount.

THE KID
(panicked)
I can't see 'em.

BANG BANG BANG

MUNNY
Just SHOOT!

And KA BLAMMM, The Kid lets go both barrels in the general
direction of the enemy and then Munny gallops away half on
his horse, half-off, in an undignified escape, bullets
whistling around his horse and The Kid behind him shouting.

THE KID
Where are you, Bill, where are you,
I can't see you. Wait for me.

And then they disappear and gradually the shooting stops.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

Open country at sundown seen from a low hill, and you can
barely make out a lone RIDER approaching in the extreme
distance.

VIEW ON MUNNY

Standing on the rise and watching the rider in the distance.

THE KID
Is that what it was like, Bill, in
the old days... ridin' out with
everybody shootin'... smoke all over
an' folks yellin' an' bullets whizzin'
by?

The Kid is behind Bill sitting under a large oak drinking
from a whiskey bottle.

MUNNY
(absently)
Yeah, I guess so.

THE KID
Shit... I thought they was gonna get
us. I was even... scared a little...
just for a minute.
(pause)
Was you ever scared in them days?

Munny turns from watching the rider's slow approach and walks
over to The Kid who can't see the rider from where he's
sitting.

MUNNY
I don't remember, Kid. I was drunk
most of the time. Give me a pull on
that bottle, will you?

Munny takes a big pull on the bottle, returns it to The Kid,
and walks back to the edge of the rise to resume his vigil.

The rider is a little closer now and the sun is a little
lower. It is very beautiful.

THE KID
(drinking heavy)
I shot that fucker three times. He
was takin' a shit. He went for his
pistol an' I blazed away... first
shot got him in the chest...

The Kid wipes whiskey from his chin. He has been working
hard to make the hysteria he feels into a high... but it
won't quite come.

THE KID
Say, Bill...

MUNNY
Yeah.

Munny is watching the rider and the rider is closer.

THE KID
That was... the first one.

MUNNY
First one what?

THE KID
First one I ever killed.

MUNNY
(preoccupied with his
vigil)
Yeah?

THE KID
How I said I shot five men... it
wasn't true.
(long pause)
That Mexican... the one that come at
me with a knife... I busted his leg
with a shovel... I didn't shoot him
or nothin'.

Munny is watching the rider and the rider is much closer but
coming at a walk and Munny goes back over to The Kid for a
pull on the bottle and he's trying to make The Kid feel okay
when he says...

MUNNY
Well, that fella today, you shot him
alright.

THE KID
(forced bravado)
H-hell yeah. I killed the hell out
of him... three shots... he was takin'
a sh-sh-shit an'... an'...

The Kid is shaking, becoming hysterical, he can't go on, and
Munny hands the bottle back.

MUNNY
Take a drink, Kid.

THE KID
(breaking down, crying)
Oh Ch-ch-christ... it don't... it
don't seem... real... How he's...
DEAD... how he ain't gonna breathe
no more... n-n-never. Or the other
one neither... On account of... of
just... pullin' a trigger.

Munny walks back to the edge of the rise and watches the
rider and it is a lovely sunset happening and he is talking
to no one in particular.

MUNNY
It's a hell of a thing, ain't it,
killin' a man. You take everythin'
he's got... an' everythin' he's ever
gonna have...

THE KID
(trying to pull himself
together)
Well, I gu-guess they had it...
comin'.

MUNNY
We all got it comin', Kid.

VIEW on the rider at the foot of the rise and it is Little
Sue and VIEW on Munny pulling the saddle bags off and Little
Sue is still mounted. They are under the oak tree and it is
dusk and The Kid is just sitting there with his bottle.

MUNNY
I was watchin' you... seein' if you
was followed.

LITTLE SUE
(scared to death)
Silky an' Faith, they rode off to
the East an' two deputies was
followin' them.

Munny has lit a little candle and spread a blanket and he is
opening the bags to count the money.

MUNNY
(pouring out the coins
and bills)
You wanna help me count, Kid?

The Kid is leaning against the tree in a semi-stupor.

THE KID
I trust you, Bill.

MUNNY
Well, you don't wanna trust me too
much. We'll take Ned his share
together so you don't figure I run
off with it.

LITTLE SUE
(startled)
Ned's share?

MUNNY
(counting)
Yeah, he went South ahead of us. I
guess we'll catch him before...

LITTLE SUE
(blurting it out)
He's... he's dead.

MUNNY
(counting)
No he ain't. He went South yesterday.

LITTLE SUE
They... they killed him. I... thought
you know that. I thought you knew
because...

MUNNY
(looking up)
Nobody didn't kill Ned, he went South
yesterday. He didn't even kill nobody.
Why would anybody kill Ned?

Little Sue just looks back at him, scared, trembling.

MUNNY
(realizing)
Who killed him?

LITTLE SUE
Little Bill. The... the Bar T boys
caught him and Little Bill...

MUNNY
He hanged him?
(Little Sue shakes
her head "no")
Shot him down?

LITTLE SUE
N-no. He... he beat him up. He was
making him... answer questions...
and beating him up... and then...
Ned just died.
(pause)
Little Bill didn't mean to kill him...
he said he was sorry an' all... but
he said it was a good example anyhow.

MUNNY
(outraged)
Good example! Good example of what
I'd like to know? He didn't even
kill nobody... he couldn't do it no
more.

LITTLE SUE
They got... a sign on him says he
was a killer.

MUNNY
(flabbergasted)
A sign on him?

LITTLE SUE
In front of Greely's. It says, "This
here is what happens to..."

MUNNY
(incredulous)
They got a sign on him in front of
Greely's?

The Kid just has his head in his hands, it's too much for
him and Little Sue is scared shitless of Munny.

MUNNY
The questions Little Bill asked him...
what sort of questions was they?

LITTLE SUE
About where you an' him
(indicating The Kid)
was... an' where you was from... an'
what your names was... an'...

MUNNY
What'd Ned say?

LITTLE SUE
L-lies... at first. About how you
was just passin' through and didn't
kill nobody... an' Little Bill kept
askin' questions, mixin' him up,
catchin' lies... an' then he'd beat
on Ned an' Ned would cry and lie
some more an' then... then...

MUNNY
Then... what?

LITTLE SUE
A cowboy come in sayin' you killed
Quick Mike in the shit house at the
Bar T...

MUNNY
An' Little Bill killed Ned for what
I done?

LITTLE SUE
Not on purpose. But he started hurtin'
him worse... makin' him tell stuff.
First ned wouldn't say nothin'...
but Little Bill hurt him so bad he
said who you was...

Munny looks up sharply. Little Sue is scared, her voice
quavers...

LITTLE SUE
He said how you was really Three
Fingered Jack out of Missouri... an'
Bill said "Same Three Fingered Jack
that dynamited the Rock Island and
Pacific in '69 killin' women and
children an' all?" An' Ned says you
done a lot worse than that, said you
was more cold blooded than William
Bonney or Clay Alisson or the James
Brothers an' how if he hurt Ned again
you was gonna come an' kill him like
you killed a U.S. Marshall in '73.

MUNNY
Didn't scare Little Bill though, did
it?

LITTLE SUE
N-no, sir?

MUNNY
Lemmee see that Schofield, Kid.

THE KID
Wha... what f-for?

MUNNY
(sharply)
Lemmee see it.

THE KID
(giving it to him)
Sure. Sure, Bill.

Munny takes the pistol and begins to check it methodically,
inspecting the load first... and The Kid watches nervously,
shifting from foot to foot.

THE KID
You... you could keep it, Bill. I
ain't... gonna use it no more, I
ain't gonna kill nobody.

Munny, still checking the gun, glances up and meets The Kid's
uneasy gaze.

THE KID
I... I ain't like you, Bill.

Munny looks back at the pistol, checks the sights.

THE KID
You... gonna take... the money?

MUNNY
(to Little Sue)
You better get on back, Miss.

And Little Sue, still mounted, breathes an enormous silent
sigh of relief and turns her horse away hastily and Munny,
satisfied with the pistol, sticks it in his belt and walks
over to the horse and pulls his sawed-off shotgun out of the
bedroll.

THE KID
You could have it. All of it.

MUNNY
I thought you wanted to buy spectacles
an' fancy clothes an' all.

THE KID
I'd rather be blind and ragged than
dead, I guess.

Munny looks at The Kid who is behaving bravely but is
trembling anyway, scared, and Munny's eyes are full of
brutally painful memories.

MUNNY
Shit, Kid. I ain't gonna kill you.
You're... the only friend I got.

EXT. NORTH ROAD - NIGHT

MOONLIGHT on the ordinance #14 sign on the North Road and
two riders come up slow, Munny and The Kid, and Munny reins
up and then The Kid does too. Munny takes the saddle bags
off his horse.

MUNNY
(giving The Kid the
bags)
This here money, take my share an'
Ned's an' leave it with my youngsters.
Tell 'em half goes to Sally Two Trees
if I ain't back in a week. The rest
is yours... you could buy them
spectacles.

THE KID
Are you... Are you gonna... kill
Little Bill?

MUNNY
(holding up the whiskey
bottle)
I guess you won't mind my keepin'
the bottle.

THE KID
You're gonna kill him, ain't you?

MUNNY
Stay clear of folks you might see.
There's plenty out lookin' to hang
you. Go on now, skedaddle.

Munny slaps The Kid's horse and The Kid sets out at a trot
and Munny watches him disappear into the night. When he is
alone and he can't hear The Kid's horse any more, Munny
uncorks the bottle and takes a long deep drink.

EXT. GREELY'S PORCH - NIGHT

VIEW on Ned's body in the upright coffin in the flickering
light of a torch standing next to it and, of course, Ned
looks bad and the crudely scrawled sign over the coffin says,
"This is what happens to assassins around here."

INT. BAR ROOM - NIGHT

VIEW on Little Bill in the crowded bar and he is shouting to
make himself heard over the din.

LITTLE BILL
Alright, I'm gonna say just one more
time so it's all clear an' then don't
ask me no more.

The place is packed with tired, dusty men and they are not
really jubilant so much as they are excited by the hysteria
of events.

LITTLE BILL
(continuing)
Now each of you that posse'd today
has got one drink comin' off the
county budget...

THIRSTY
Yahoo.

LITTLE BILL
...an' whoever rode yesterday, gets
one drink for that...

PADDY
Yippee.

EGGS
I told yuh two, I...

LITTLE BILL
Hold it hold it. After them two,
it's outta your own pocket... hear
me, Skinny? ...an' we're pullin' out
early tomorrow an' chase these fellas
clear to Texas so I wouldn't spend
much of your own money.

There is a general whoop and hubbub as Little Bill turns
back to his conversation at the bar with Charley, Fatty,
Clyde, Andy and WW Beauchamp.

LITTLE BILL
Now if we divide up into four parties
an' hit all the farms an' trails in
a circle, we're bound to find some
one who seen them skunks an'...

Little Bill is suddenly conscious of his own loud voice in a
sudden silence that has swept the bar like a brushfire and
turning he sees what everybody is staring at.

Munny, with his ten-gauge shotgun leveled from the shoulder,
is standing thirty feet away in the doorway. Taking a couple
of sideways steps to get the door from behind his back and
sweeping the twin barrels in an ominous arc, he surveys the
scene.

MUNNY
(a little drunk)
Which fucker owns this shithole?

Nobody says a thing. Skinny stares pop-eyed from behind the
bar and the sweat starts on his forehead and Little Bill is
thinking coolly and everybody else is swallowing hard and
looking at the shotgun.

MUNNY
(to Fatty)
You there, fat man, speak up.

Fatty gulps and then Skinny screws up his courage and steps
from behind the bar and gives it every bit of dignity his
fear will permit.

SKINNY
I... I own this establishment. I
bought it from Greely for a thous...

MUNNY
(to the men round
Skinny)
Better step clear, boys.

And Skinny looks from side to side as people step away from
him and he wants to say something desperately, he wants to
live, he wants...

LITTLE BILL
Hold on, mist...

BAH-WHOOM! Munny fires and smoke belches and...

Skinny is blown back against the wall and falls to the floor
a bloody mess and...

Little Bill is reaching for the Spencer which is leaning
against the bar near his leg but he freezes because...

Munny has turned the shotgun on him and Munny sees Ned's
Spencer there and his eyes show how he feels about it.

For a moment while the smoke clears the bar is silent and
there are nervous glances cast at the bloody body of Skinny
but Little Bill keeps his eyes on Munny.

LITTLE BILL
Well sir... You are a cowardly
sonofabitch because you have just
shot down an unarmed man.

It has become a very formal moment and there are, figuratively
speaking, only two people in the room, Munny and Little
Bill... and WW Beauchamp is watching them, scared to death,
but this is it, what all those Easterners dreamed about, the
showdown in the saloon.

MUNNY
(the shotgun pointed
right at Little Bill)
He should have armed himself if he
was gonna decorate his saloon with
the body of my friend.

LITTLE BILL
I guess you are Three-Fingered Jack
out of Missouri, killer of women and
children.

MUNNY
(a little drunkenly)
I have done that... killed women and
children... I have killed most
everything that walks or crawls an'
now I have come to kill you, Little
Bill, for what you done to Ned.
(to the others)
Now step aside. boys.

And as the deputies nervously move aside Little Bill helps
to isolate himself by stepping forward boldly.

LITTLE BILL
He's got one barrel left, gentlemen.
After he has used it, pull your
pistols and shoot him down like the
cowardly, drunken scoundrel he is.

Little Bill looks back at Munny bravely and...

Munny looks down the barrel at Little Bill and after a tense
moment he pulls the trigger.

CLICK. The hammer falls but it is a misfire and what happens
next happens in maybe five seconds as all hell breaks loose.

LITTLE BILL
(drawing)
Misfire! Kill the sonofabitch!

And Little Bill aims carefully and...

Munny hurls the shotgun at him and...

BLAM!... Little Bill fires wildly as the shotgun hits him
and...

Clyde has his pistol out and is pointing it at Munny and...

Munny is pulling the pistol from his own belt and he drops
to one knee and...

BLAM!... Clyde fires and misses and...

Little Bill is about to squeeze the trigger when...

BLAM!... Munny shoots him and...

BLAM!... Little Bill shoots just as he is hit in the chest
and...

BLAM! BLAM!... Fatty fires wildly and...

Munny is aiming too and BLAM!...

Clyde gets it in the face and...

BLAM!... BLAM!... Fatty isn't even aiming while...

Andy aims carefully, he can kill Munny but...

Munny turns and points his weapon at Andy and...

Instead of firing Andy panics and tries to turn his body
sideways to ward off the blow and...

BLAM!... Munny fires and...

Andy gets it high in the rib cage and...

Charley turns and runs for the back and...

BLAM! BLAM!... Fatty is backing up and firing from the hip
and then he turns to run and...

Munny aims deliberately from one knee and BLAM!...

Fatty goes down, shot in the back...

And suddenly... there is a terrible silence that is broken
only by the awful, dying groans of Clyde and the coughing of
the bystanders hiding behind tables and chairs in the thick
black smoke and...

Munny is still down on one knee pointing his pistol and
looking through the thick smoke for someone to shoot but it
seems there are no threats left.

MUNNY
Every asshole that doesn't want to
get shot best clear out the back
quick.

And they scramble over each other dashing toward the Billiard
Room and Munny stands up and looks around and he looks at
Clyde who is groaning, his face covered with blood and
everyone else, Little Bill, Andy and Fatty are still, and
then Fatty seems to move and Munny levels his pistol and
what happens is WW crawls out from half-under Fatty and WW
is covered with blood and he is shaking like a leaf.

WW
I... I... think I'm... shot.

MUNNY
You ain't shot.

WW
(seeing the pistol)
P-p-p-please, I'm not armed.
(as Munny lowers the
pistol, WW looks
around)
M-m-my G-god. You killed... Little
Bill.

MUNNY
(suspicious)
You sure you ain't armed?

WW
I never c-c-carry arms. I'm... a
writer.

MUNNY
A writer? What do you write... letters
an' such?

WW
B-b-books.
(amazed)
You... you killed five men...
singlehanded.

MUNNY
(wearily)
Yeah.

Munny walks over to the bar, keeping his eye suspiciously on
WW, and reaches for a bottle with his left hand. The hand is
shaking like palsy and he tilts the bottle and drinks sloppily
with effort, the pistol still in his right hand.

WW
Wh-wh-who did you kill first?

MUNNY
Huh?

WW
(reciting)
Wh-wh-when confronted by superior
numbers, the experienced gunfighter
will fire on the best shots first.

MUNNY
(drinking)
Yeah?

Unnoticed on the floor, Little Bill is conscious though blood
is coming out of his mouth and he has been written off. One
hand is shifting on his pistol and he can hear Clyde moaning
sporadically.

WW
Little Bill told me that. You killed
him first, didn't you?

On the floor, Little Bill is fighting for consciousness,
fingering his pistol.

MUNNY
I was lucky in the order.
(bitterly)
I always been lucky killin' folks.

WW
Who was next? Clyde? Or was it...?

MUNNY
(suddely ominous,
pistol pointing)
I could tell you who was last, mister.

WW's eyes pop as he gets the idea and he backs up fast, and
then he turns and bolts out the back, and watching him go,
Munny turns his back on the fallen body of Little Bill.

Little Bill, on the floor, raises up his pistol in his shaking
hand and aims at Munny's back maybe six feet away and he is
shaking bad as he draws the hammer back and...

Munny hears the click and he turns and sees Little Bill aiming
but it is too late and...

BLAM! Smoke and fire from Little Bill's pistol and Little
Bill's arm collapses from the effort and the pistol falls
with a bang.

MUNNY
Missed again, asshole.

And Munny steps over to him and kicks the pistol away from
Little Bill's outstretched hand. Little Bill is bleeding
from the mouth having taken a shot in the lung and he is
very weak and all he can do is look up at Munny and speak
weakly.

LITTLE BILL
I don't... deserve this... to die
this way. I was... building a house.

MUNNY
(aiming his pistol
point blank)
"Deserve" don't mean shit, Little
Bill.

LITTLE BILL
(the pistol in his
face)
I'll see you... in hell, you three
fingered asshole.

BLAM! Munny shoots Little Bill and then he looks around and
Clyde is still groaning and that is the only sound. Then,
suddenly, he is all business. He walks quickly over to Clyde
and shoots him once with the Spencer and the groaning stops.

Then he goes to Little Bill's body and pokes around in the
pockets and pulls out some shells for the Spencer.

He shoves those in his pocket and he goes to the bar and
picks up the bottle of whiskey and walks over to the door.

Standing to one side, he kicks it open. Then he sets down
the rifle and the bottle and starts to reload the Schofield
and while he loads it he shouts out the door.

MUNNY
I'm comin' outta here... an' any
fucker I see out there, I'm gonna
kill him... an' any fucker takes a
shot at me, I ain't just gonna kill
him, but I'm gonna kill his wife an'
all his friends an' burn his fucking
house, hear?

The pistol is loaded and Munny sticks it in his belt and he
takes a long pull on the whiskey bottle and wipes the dribble
from his chin. Then he picks up the rifle in the other hand
and looks out the door.

EXT. MAIN STREET/GREELY'S - NIGHT

The street and it is dark and quiet, shadowy buildings, the
knot of tethered horses, a couple of torches stuck in the
ground sputtering.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)
Nobody better shoot on account of
I'm as mean as I say... maybe meaner.
I am a damn badman an' you will not
find a worse one in hell.

And Munny steps out the door warily, and looks around and
all he sees are the shadowy buildings and all he hears are
his own boots on the wooden porch. Glancing nervously at the
dark buildings' blank stares he walks past the upright coffin
where the waxy face of Ned stares gruesomely in the light of
the flickering torch and he gives it a glance, wanting to
say he's sorry, but the idea is ludicrous and he steps off
the porch and walks toward the white mare.

EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT

WW Beauchamp and Charley Hecker and Germany Joe crouched in
the alleyway between two buildings across the street and
Charley has a rifle and they can see Munny mounting his horse.

GERMANY JOE
(whispering)
Go ahead, shoot him.

Charley just shakes his head and offers the rifle to Germany
Joe. And Germany Joe doesn't want it.

GERMANY JOE
I endt no dehpoody.

WW is watching Munny's unbelievably awkward and prolonged
mounting procedure and he can't believe it, he can't believe
what the Old West is like and it shows on his face.

EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT

Munny riding down the dark, lonely street at a trot and he
starts to shout at the top of his lungs.

MUNNY
You boys better bury old Ned right...
and you better not carve up nor
otherwise harm no whores... or I
will come back an' kill more
sonsabitches, hear?

And there are tears running down Munny's cheeks.

EXT. SOD HUT - DAY

DAYLIGHT and Penny sweeping in the doorway of Munny's sod
hut in Kansas. She is intent on her work until she hears the
snort of a horse and looks up and her jaw drops, and her
face lights up like the sun itself and, dropping the broom,
she dashes toward him.

VIEW ON MUNNY

Munny walking across the field, leading the mare. He is
covered with dust and heavily stubbled from the trip. Penny
dashes up to him and throws her arms around him and he is
overjoyed but he doesn't have any way to express it except
through awkwardness and embarrassment.

MUNNY
(fondly)
Ain't you a lady!

And he puts his arm around her and they walk toward the house.

EXT. HOG PENS - DAY

VIEW ON WILL

Working in the hog pens in back, concentrating on the job.

MUNNY
Place looks good.

And Will whirls around and sees Munny standing there beside
the house and his first instinct is to run to him and then
he remembers his dignity and stands there like a man, but
the grin is liable to break his face.

WILL
Hullo, paw.

MUNNY
I guess you lost some hogs to the
fever.

WILL
Three.

MUNNY
Three? That ain't bad considerin'.

Will is pissing in his pants with pride and pleasure and he
joins his father and they walk around the house together.

WILL
That fella come by... Tom.

MUNNY
(stopping)
Tom?

WILL
The one you rode out after... the
one that had the pistol...

MUNNY
The Kid, yeah...

WILL
Only he wasn't carryin' no pistol
this time.

INT. SHED - DAY

Will and Munny in the shed and Will is digging deep into a
huge pile of straw.

MUNNY
(worried)
He say anythin'... The Kid... ?

WILL
(digging)
Tom? Only how... how if you didn't...
didn't come back in a week...
(upset)
how we was to take half the money to
Sally an' say you was...

MUNNY
(gently)
Well, I come back, didn't I?

And Will has exposed the saddle bags and Munny moves in and
opens them and gold coins and wads of bills spill out.

WILL
(upset)
Did you... did you... ?

MUNNY
(counting)
Did I what?

WILL
All that money... I mean... did
you...?

MUNNY
(counting)
Steal it? Naw, I didn't steal it.

WILL
No... I meant...

MUNNY
(turning)
What?

WILL
K-k-kill somebody?

MUNNY
Who said that?

WILL
N-nobody... only you took your shotgun
an' that pistol an'...

MUNNY
(bothered, putting
his arm around Will's
shoulders)
Before I met your maw, God rest her
soul, it used to be I was kinda...
wicked... drinkin' spirits an' gettin'
into scrapes an' all. Only she made
me see the error of my ways an'... I
ain't like I was no more.

WILL
(relieved)
I guess you didn't kill nobody then.

MUNNY
(it is an effort)
Naw, son, I didn't kill nobody.

EXT. GRAVE - DAY

The grave of Claudia under the trees and Munny walks up to
it and maybe we hear music or maybe just the wind, but the
words begin to crawl across the screen, supered.

WRITTEN WORDS
They were married in St. Louis in
1B70 and they traveled North to Kansas
where he engaged in farming and swine
husbandry. She bore him two children
in the eight years of their marriage
and when she died, it was not at his
hands as her mother might have
expected, but of smallpox.

VIEW ON MUNNY

We are looking at him by now and there is nothing easy on
his face, no big emotions, he is just looking at the grave.

WRITTEN WORDS
Some years later, Mrs. Ansonia
Feathers made the arduous journey to
Hodgeman County to visit the last
resting place of her only daughter.

VIEW ON THE GRAVE

We are looking at the stone now and the words continue.

WRITTEN WORDS
William Munny had long since sold
the place and disappeared with the
children... some said to San Francisco
where it was rumored he prospered as
a dry goods merchant under a different
name.

CLOSE ON THE EYES OF WILLIAM MUNNY

The eyes of the husband and the pig-farmer and the man who
shot down five men in the Big Whiskey saloon.

WRITTEN WORDS
And there was nothing on the stone
to explain to Mrs. Feathers why her
only daughter had married a known
thief and murderer, a man of
notoriously vicious and intemperate
disposition.

THE END

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