ROYAL:
Hyah! Come on, giddap! Whoa. Easy. Cut out that bay and that big sorrel.
CURLY:
Yes, sir.
ROYAL:
I'll handle the old woman. Curly, check out back.
CURLY:
You got it.
NETTIE:
Stay in the house.
CASEY:
But Nettie...
NETTIE:
There are six bullets. Save the last one for yourself if need be.
ROYAL:
Hand over that carbine, Nettie.
NETTIE:
You'd best get off my property, Guy Royal. You know I can shoot.
ROYAL:
You can't take us all. Best you stay alive to protect your young niece. Get her gun, Curly.
CURLY:
Yeah.
NETTIE:
You got the Olsons' land, the Burgharts' and the Tacketts', but you ain't getting mine.
MAN:
I got her Hitched up.
ROYAL:
Look at this lovely hepplewhite chair. Be awful kind of you to make it a gift.
NETTIE:
Gift, my fanny. That chair is the only thing I have of my mother's.
ROYAL:
It'd be doubly generous for you to give it to me.
NETTIE:
Casey, blow his damn head off.
ROYAL:
Unbend that trigger finger, girlie. I ain't after your virtue.
CASEY:
( gasps )
ROYAL:
Well, well, well. It's amazing what folks is willing to share with a friend.
(chirping )
NETTIE:
Royal... Royal, you give me that!
ROYAL:
Casey gave it to me.
CASEY:
Nettie. Nettie! You get off of her! Rot in hell!
ROYAL:
Tomorrow you'll leave the territory. You tell anybody I was here I'm going to throw your niece to my men. I'm going to burn your house down with you in it. Giddap!
VIN:
Who is this rancher, Guy Royal?
NETTIE:
Guy Royal is a cattleman with more money and land than God.
VIN:
Why's he need a little parcel like yours?
NETTIE:
It's not just mine-- the Tacketts and the Burgharts and the Olsons. One day they were here, the next day gone.
MARY:
Guy Royal bought their land in foreclosure. He paid next to nothing for it.
NETTIE:
You look around his place he probably got "gifts" from them, too.
CHRIS:
Is this your place?
NETTIE:
Yep. Uh, Burgharts, Tacketts, Olsons, and that farm is Cody Porters'. I guess he'll be next.
CHRIS:
All in a line. Must be where it's gonna come when it comes.
NETTIE:
When what comes Mr. Larabee?
CHRIS:
The railroad.
MARY:
Of course. And they'll have to deal with whoever owns that land.
CASEY:
Can't go in there. They're having a meeting.
JD:
Oh, I can go in. I'm one of them.
CASEY:
I know you are. I've seen you around. You ride pretty good.
JD:
Well, thanks.
CASEY:
Not as good as me, but not bad.
JD:
Not as good as you. And what do you know?
CASEY:
You want to race?
JD:
Uh, no. No. I-I-I'm not gonna race no girl.
CASEY:
Why not? You scared?
JD:
Scared? Oh, for Pete's sake.
CASEY:
Then race me.
CHRIS:
Pardon me.
BUCK:
I hear we got trouble.
CHRIS:
Would you be interested in partaking in a little show of force?
BUCK:
Show of force? Why, hell, that's my middle name.
CHRIS:
Then get out to the Royals.
VIN:
You oughtn't stay at your ranch alone, Ma'am.
NETTIE:
I'm puttin' up at the hotel.
VIN:
I reckon that's a good idea. Why'nt I see you over there?
NETTIE:
Well, much obliged. Casey, you come with me.
JD:
Run along.
NETTIE:
I ain't used to gentlemanly behavior.
VIN:
Ah, hell, I ain't no gentleman, ma'am. I think a woman of your courage deserves an escort.
NETTIE:
It ain't courage. It's my dander that's got up.
JD:
That girl gets on my nerves, Buck. Hell, she ain't even hardly a girl.
BUCK:
JD, if you were any blinder you'd be running into walls.
NETTIE:
I've lived in this territory since I was a girl. It was wilderness till my husband and I came out here. He couldn't stand it, but it agreed with me. Hell, I got seven notches on my old Spencer carbine. Man or beast, you name it, and I've had to kill it.
VIN:
You can do that with a Spencer carbine.
MAN:
Congratulations.
VIN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, boys. What's he doing?
BUCK:
Is he getting a drink?
NATHAN:
What's wrong with you?
JOSIAH:
Yahweh has answered my prayers.
NATHAN:
Who's Yahweh?
JOSIAH:
God... to you.
NATHAN:
You been praying for... getting Gertie's garter to come into town?
JOSIAH:
Hyah!
VIN:
You ready now?
JOSIAH:
Whatever comes, but I ain't doing nothing that's going to keep me out of town on Saturday the 14th.
BUCK:
And why is that, Josiah?
JOSIAH:
I'm just telling you... just telling you. And I don't aim to be killed before then, either. Hyah!
BUCK:
I'm riding with him.
VIN:
Hyah!
CURLY:
Hey! Hey! Where do you think you're going?
MAN 2:
Stop! This is Guy Royal's property! Whoa, whoa.
CURLY:
Hey! Hey! Sorry, Mr. Royal. They wouldn't stop.
ROYAL:
It's all right. What do you want?
VIN:
I believe you got some things belong to Nettie Wells.
ROYAL:
Well, these small ranchers-- they love me. They give me gifts.
BUCK:
Just before you drive them off their land. You're going to make a fine profit when that railroad comes through, aren't you?
ROYAL:
I'm going to tell you how it is. I believe in the three "G's"-- God, guns and... get the hell off my property.
VIN:
That's nice. Now I'm going to tell you how it is. I believe your men ain't good enough to face us, and you're just a coward that threatens old women. So, soon as you give us what we came for we'll get the hell off your property.
ROYAL:
Sonny, I'm just an old, whore-loving cowboy. I don't want to get murdered by no gunmen. Curly! Cut out them two horses Nettie Wells gave me. Turns out she's an Indian-giver. Please... be my guest.
( bird chirping )
ROYAL:
I'm kind of a... Collector.
VIN:
Well, your collecting days are over and stay clear of Nettie Wells if you know what's good for you.
VIN:
JD
ROYAL:
This is my damn country, boy!
VIN:
Ours, too.
ROYAL:
Curly! Saddle up. You're riding into Lobo County tonight.
JD:
He backed down like a yellow dog, Vin. What's he got, anyway? A dozen men. A dozen men, and we could've whupped them easy.
VIN:
I ain't so sure it's handled yet, JD
JD:
What are you talking about?
VIN:
There's two parcels of land in that railroad corridor that Royal doesn't own-- Nettie's and Cody Porter's.
BUCK:
Men like Royal, they don't walk away from the poker table just 'cause you call them.
TOPHAT'S MAN:
It burned up real good.
TOPHAT'S MAN 2:
Yeah. Get the back.
TOPHAT'S MAN:
I got her set pretty good in back, too.
TOPHAT BOB:
Yeah, yeah. That's good. Burn it.
MAN ON FIRE:
Oh, Tophat Bob, you burnin' down my place. Oh, lordy. ( screaming )
TOPHAT BOB:
Anybody got to go, boys, Do it on him.
TOPHAT'S MAN:
The's a rider coming in.
MAN ON FIRE:
Help me!
CURLY:
Marshal Spikes? Guy royal sent me. He told me to say he needs you.
TOPHAT BOB:
Must want me bad, made you ride this far.
CURLY:
Pay you triple your marshall wages.
TOPHAT BOB:
Any burning?
CURLY:
I reckon you can burn whatever you want to, but mainly there's seven men Mr. Royal wants you to take care of.
TOPHAT BOB:
I know about them seven men.
CURLY:
Yes, sir. So you'll come?
TOPHAT BOB:
I'll come... soon as I finish my business here. Just so's you know... I will cook and eat the liver of any man that puts a bullet into Chris Larabee before I can do my job.
CURLY:
Yes, sir.
MRS. POTTER:
To tell you the truth, Josiah the man who used to own this suit was a head shorter than you.
JOSIAH:
Don't matter, ma'am. I'll take it.
MRS. POTTER:
Yes, sir. That'll be Four dollars please.
JOSIAH:
Phew.
MRS. POTTER:
What's the occasion? You sparking a young lady?
JOSIAH:
No, ma'am. I... just... like dressing up sometimes, is all.
MARY:
Hello.
ROYAL:
Well, well Mrs. Travis. Fancy running into you here. Do you know what this is? This is the mortgage to Nettie Wells' ranch. I just bought it from the bank. Cost me $300. When I call this loan today you think Miss Wells can pay for it? I'll have that land legal, and there's nothing your hired shootists can do about it.
VIN:
Man never drowned himself in his own sweat, Ezra.
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EZRA:
A gentleman does not debase himself by engaging in menial labor.
NATHAN:
Josiah, there's something I been wondering about. In a place like this if a man get himself a tailcoat and a boiled shirt... what exactly do that mean?
JOSIAH:
I'll tell you, Nathan, but... you tell anybody else I'm going to have to break your back. You know I could do it, too.
NATHAN:
Yeah. I know that.
JOSIAH:
Carried this next to my heart for half a lifetime.
NATHAN:
She's awful pretty. Who is she?
JOSIAH:
Emma Dubonnet.
NATHAN:
In that show coming to town?
JOSIAH:
Mm-hmm. "Getting Gertie's Garter." Same one I saw in San Francisco when I was young and foolish. ( chuckles ) Introduced myself to her afterwards. It was true love. Saw her four times after that always with a chaperone.
NATHAN:
Why didn't you marry her?
JOSIAH:
Oh, I asked her. She accepted. Then I told her there'd be a short delay that I couldn't see her for two years 'cause I was going to pursue a course of spiritual study with a Cherokee Holy man. I often wonder if that wasn't a mistake.
NATHAN:
Well, I don't guess a lady wants to hear that from a suitor.
JOSIAH:
Maybe you're right. Anyway... fate is a capricious beast. Now I got a chance to win her again and I'm a happy man.
NATHAN:
I can see where you would be. Congratulations.
JOSIAH:
Thank you, brother Nathan.
MARY:
Nettie. Nettie. I just saw Guy Royal. He bought the mortgage on your ranch. He's coming to call in the loan.
NETTIE:
Damn him. Can he do that?
MARY:
I'm afraid so.
VIN:
Ma'am, how much you owe?
NETTIE:
A few pennies over $300. I never even seen that kind of money. What am I going to do?
EZRA:
Something wrong?
VIN:
Miss Nettie you probably don't know this, but Ezra here is a gambler.
NETTIE:
He sure ain't a ranch hand.
EZRA:
Thank you.
VIN:
He's saving his winnings to buy a saloon.
EZRA:
What are you attempting to suggest, Mr. Tanner?
VIN:
You got more than $300 tucked right there in that fancy boot.
EZRA:
Which you think I'm going to donate to this wizened crone? No offense, ma'am. You taken leave of your senses?
VIN:
Give her the $300.
NETTIE:
I ain't taking charity.
VIN:
It won't be charity, ma'am. Give her the money, Ezra.
EZRA:
When the sanctified dead rise from their graves to receive judgment, I'll start doling out cash.
VIN:
I'll pay you back in an hour.
EZRA:
Really? I'll tell you what-- I'll lend it to you... at ten percent interest if you pay me back within the hour. After that... 20% per day. Deal?
VIN:
Just get it out of your boot and give it to her.
EZRA:
With pleasure.
NETTIE:
My stars and garters. Look at all that money.
VIN:
There you go, Ma'am.
NETTIE:
I appreciate it. Thank you.
EZRA:
Oh, no, don't thank me. Thank, uh, Robin hood over there.
NETTIE:
You got your blood money. Now get off my property.
ROYAL:
I'm getting, but I'll be damned if I can figure how you come up with $300.
NETTIE:
Now, that's none of your business, is it?
ROYAL:
Come on, boys.
CHRIS:
Good day, sir.
ROYAL:
What do you want?
CHRIS:
Your money, of course.
ROYAL:
One man going to rob us?
CHRIS:
Oh, this isn't a robbery.
( guns cocking )
VIN:
Seeing as how much you love the ranchers we figured you might want to make a small donation to our ranch repair fund. You know, a gift.
CHRIS:
That's mighty generous Mr. Royal. Thank you.
ROYAL:
You smart fellows won't be laughing after today. I'd advise you to invest some of that money into your coffins. Hyah! Hyah! Come on, come on. Hyah! Get up.
EZRA:
Thank you. And, uh... the interest? Mr. Tanner?
EMMA:
So glad to be here. Hey, how are you? Y'all, come on over and join us at the saloon today, okay, you hear? Hello. Hi.
JOSIAH:
Emma?
EMMA:
How you doing? Oh, don't you look handsome.
JOSIAH:
Emma!
CARRIAGE DRIVER:
Whoa.
JOSIAH:
Emma, it's me! Josiah! Josiah Sanchez!
EMMA:
Why, of course. How you doing, darling?
JOSIAH:
Oh, Emma... Emma, we got so much to talk about.
EMMA:
Why, yes, we do, don't we? Now, you be sure and come to the show.
JOSIAH:
Well, I will! I will!
EMMA:
Oh, I got to go so bad my teeth are floating.
JOSIAH:
Oh!
BUCK:
( laughing ) It was pathetic. I swear, I saw you with my own two eyes, Josiah.
JD:
Looked like a... like a lovesick calf.
BUCK:
He was like mooing or something. I don't... What was that sound he was making?
JD:
"It's... it's me! It's me! Josiah!"
BUCK:
"It's me, Josiah."
JOSIAH:
Who wants to fight?
JD:
"It's me. Josiah." "Josiah Sanchez."
BUCK:
Whoa!
JOSIAH:
Who wants to fight?!
BUCK:
Josiah, nobody wants to fight you now.
JOSIAH:
Well, then, shut up!
BUCK:
Tell you what. A man ought to be able to take a little joke.
JD:
Shut up.
BUCK:
Shut up!
MAN:
They're burning Cody Porter's ranch! Somebody help! They're burning Cody Porter's ranch! They're burning Cody Porter's ranch! They're going to hang him!
NATHAN:
Let's ride.
VIN:
Hyah, boy! Hyah! Hyah, hyah!
VIN:
It's Cody.
NATHAN:
Ooh.
VIN:
Let's cut him down.
NATHAN:
Yep.
( gunshot )
TOPHAT BOB:
Hyah! Come on. Come on. Ho. I got a message for Chris Larabee.
VIN:
Might want to know who from.
TOPHAT BOB:
Marshal Bob Spikes but they call me Tophat Bob. Maybe you heard of me.
NATHAN:
You supposed to be famous?
TOPHAT BOB:
Hell, yes, I'm famous!
VIN:
Whew! Damn, Bob. You just eat a dead animal?
TOPHAT BOB:
You tell Larabee from now on any dealings with Mr. Royal come through me.
VIN:
I'll tell him.
TOPHAT BOB:
Say, Mr. Royal likes gifts. I think he'd like your coat, Mister.
EZRA:
And you'd like a face. Guess you're both out of luck.
TOPHAT BOB:
Somebody get his coat.
TOPHAT'S MAN:
Give it up there, Mister.
TOPHAT BOB:
One more thing... you tell Larabee to think about the last time him and me met 'cause the next time we do I'm going to rip his eye out.
JOSIAH:
( sighing heavily )
JD:
Can't a man play a quiet game with his knife without being distracted?
BUCK:
You're not fooling anybody, young lady 'cept maybe JD
CASEY:
You're talking through your sock, Mister.
BUCK:
If that boy had half a brain, he would see that you are a fine example of the gentler sex.
CASEY:
Now, don't you go getting any ideas!
BUCK:
For the love of...! Don't you know a helping hand when you see it? Hmm? You sit down. You let Buck talk to you for a second. I want you to consider this, okay? Maybe you should think about combing your hair. You got beauNow, what I'm suggesting is... is that you let JD in on your talents.
CASEY:
I can rope, ride, and spit faster and farther than any man!
BUCK:
Those are mighty admirable qualities, ma'am but, uh, JD, he might not be man enough to handle them.
CASEY:
JD is more of a man than you'd ever...
BUCK:
Now, you hush, now, little girl. Hush.tiful hair. You could wipe off a little of that mud so he can see that pretty face, and that smile. Yeah! And, and have you heard of something-- I-it's called a dress.
VIN:
He even said he'd cut your eye out.
CHRIS:
Tophat Bob Spikes? I never heard of him.
VIN:
He ain't one that it'd be easy to forget. He could kill a man with his breath alone.
TOPHAT BOB:
Chris Larabee! Chris Larabee! I'm calling you out!
BUCK:
Get out of here. Go on. Go. Go!
CHRIS:
Fold.
CHRIS:
Who the hell are you?
TOPHAT BOB:
You're a low-down Yankee liar if you say we've never met.
BUCK:
Seems to me a man'd remember an ugly, one-eyed coward six-and-a-half-foot tall with no hair and a sissy hat.
TOPHAT BOB:
Damn you, Chris Larabee.You been scared of running into me since we met.
CHRIS:
There's a couple of ladies I'm scared of running into but you're not one of 'em.
Well, here I am.
TOPHAT BOB:
I will not kill you without the satisfaction of you knowing why I'm doing it. I got other business.
BUCK:
Well, why don't you give him a hint?
TOPHAT BOB:
Rail-splittin', you pusillanimous son of a bitch! Hyah!
CHRIS:
Rail-splitting?
VIN:
If he's got other business it's apt to be with Nettie Wells.
BUCK:
You sure know how to pick 'em, Chris.
CHRIS:
Let's get on out to Nettie's.
VIN:
Nettie?!
NETTIE:
Too bad you wasn't Tophat Bob Spikes. I'd of had me another notch in my old Spencer.
VIN:
He's still alive, ma'am, so we best get you back to town.
NETTIE:
You been putting in a lot of hours worrying about me. Reckon you got a soft spot for me?
VIN:
That I do.
NETTIE:
Was she a skinny old biddy, too?
VIN:
Who?
NETTIE:
Whoever it is I remind you of.
VIN:
She was skinny but not very old.
NETTIE:
Where's she at now?
VIN:
Gone.
MAN:
Riders coming in!
MAN 2:
You here for Mr. Royal?
MAN 3:
Hold it. You Sheriff Bob Spikes?
TOPHAT BOB:
It's Marshal Spikes to you, Sonny.
ROYAL:
This is a mighty fine jacket, Marshal. I wouldn't have pegged you for a man with style. You and your men comfortable in my bunkhouse?
TOPHAT BOB:
Yes, sir. Porter's place is gone and tomorrow we burn out the old lady.
ROYAL:
You're worthy of your reputation, sir. We'll do business again.
TOPHAT BOB:
I ain't leavin' without Larabee's eye.
ROYAL:
You take care of my business, Marshal and you are welcome to any part of his anatomy you
choose.
TOPHAT BOB:
Yes, Sir.
JD:
Excuse me. you mind if I could get a peek in here? Excuse me.
EMCEE:
Ladies and gentlemen, quiet, please. Okay. Quiet down, now. Okay. We are pleased to have for
your entertainment delight the songbird of San Francisco, Miss Emma Dubonnet. So, let's give a
real big welcome to Emma Dubonnet...
CASEY:
Oh!
BUCK:
What'd you hit me for?
( piano plays )
EMMA:
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me starlight and moonbeams are waitin' for thee sounds of the rude world heard in the day lulled by the moonlight, have all passed away beautiful dreamer, King of my song list while I woo thee with soft melody gone are the cares of life's busy throng beautiful dreamer, awake unto me beautiful dreamer wake unto me.
( applause and whooping )
WOMAN:
Yeah. It was pretty interesting, wasn't it?
WOMAN 2:
You were right.
EMMA:
Thank you all. It's so good of you to come to our little play. You sustain us in our art. Hello.
JOSIAH:
Emma.
EMMA:
Hello.
JOSIAH:
Emma? Emma, you were sublime.
EMMA:
Well, hello again... Josiah. I saw you in the third row.
JOSIAH:
Emma, when I saw you up there all I could think about were our walks on the Embarcadero. Do
you remember?
EMMA:
That was fun, wasn't it?
JOSIAH:
Emma. I'm so sorry I had to leave you but... those two years of spiritual study were the most important in my life.
EMMA:
Yes. Well, I'm sure they were.
JOSIAH:
God, I missed you.
EMMA:
Missed you, too.
JOSIAH:
Thank you, thank you.
EMMA:
( chuckles ) Don't mention it.
JOSIAH:
Emma. Emma, the thought of you has sustained me throughout all these years of privation and spiritual search. Could-could you... could you ever think of marrying me again?
EMMA:
Oh... well... let me tell you somethin', Josiah. I am taken for the evenin'. Besides, I don't think you could afford me anyway, sugar bear.
ROYAL:
Let's get goin', Miss Dubonnet.
EMMA:
I am ready and willin', Mr. Royal.
JOSIAH:
But...
( imitates mooing )( mooing continues )
BUCK:
Looks like we got ourselves another lovesick calf on our hands.
JD:
Hey, you don't know nothin', Buck.
BUCK:
Are you going to stand there and deny it? Chris, you should've seen his face when he saw that little girl.
JD:
You think you know everything.
CHRIS:
Bob Spikes. It was a rail-splitting contest back in Indiana-- I couldn't have been more than about 17 years old. It was a friendly contest. I won... he thought I cheated, threw a punch turned into a brawl. Bob Spikes. That's right.
BUCK:
Well, I could see how beatin' him might cause a fight but that don't seem reason enough to want to kill a man.
CHRIS:
No, but that's how he lost his eye in that brawl.
BUCK:
That's a reason.
JD:
You know what, Chris? If you don't ever tell Tophat Bob that you remember him, that he... he won't ever kill you.
VIN:
Boys. I think we should ride out to Royal's tonight, take out Spikes before he puts the torch to Nettie's.
CHRIS:
Yeah. I was thinkin' the same thing. We leave now we'd get there by nightfall.
VIN:
Right. Let's get the others.
JD:
Hey, Chris.
CHRIS:
Yeah.
JD:
How do you know that you can take Tophat Bob?
NATHAN:
Josiah! You comin'?
JOSIAH:
( sighs )
BUCK:
Guess not.
JOSIAH:
God forgive me! Whoa.
MAN:
Hey! That's my horse!
JOSIAH:
Much obliged!
MAN:
Come back here!
JOSIAH:
Yee-ha!
MAN:
Hey!
NATHAN:
Royal's in the house with Emma.
VIN:
The others are by the barn. Tophat's got to be in the bunkhouse. What we need is a diversion.
BUCK:
I got an old stick of dynamite in my saddlebag.
CHRIS:
Can you light that up close the bunkhouse?
BUCK:
I'll give it a try.
EZRA:
Just don't blow up the son of a bitch who's wearing my coat.
EZRA:
Huh.
BUCK:
Come on.
EZRA:
Don't worry about it. I know what I'm doing.
JOSIAH:
I'm coming, Emma!
EMMA:
Mmm.
ROYAL:
Yeah!
EMMA:
( giggling ) Oh, my.
VIN:
What the hell's taking so long?
JOSIAH:
Emma!
BUCK:
Josiah?
JOSIAH:
I'll save you! I'm coming!
BUCK:
Josiah!
NATHAN:
Now, that's a diversion.
JOSIAH:
Get out of my way! Get back there, you yellow-bellied...
ROYAL:
Wait a minute.
JOSIAH:
Get off of me! Get back! ( yelling )
CHRIS:
Get down. Get down.
EZRA:
Get over there.
NATHAN:
Hey, hey, it's me. It's me.
JOSIAH:
I'm coming, Emma!
VIN:
Get down. Get down! Stay down.
BUCK:
Stay down.
CHRIS:
All the way down. Go on. Get over there.
TOPHAT BOB:
Chris Larabee!
EZRA:
Stay down.
TOPHAT BOB:
You remember me yet?
CHRIS:
It was just a friendly contest.
TOPHAT BOB:
Does that look friendly to you? You did this to me at the rail-splitting contest. Let's finish it.
CHRIS:
Whatever you say.
TOPHAT BOB:
( yells )
JOSIAH:
Emma... I'm here to save you.
( Emma screams )
EMMA:
Don't kill him.
ROYAL:
Let me go, damn it. Oh, damn it!
EMMA:
Stop it! I don't want to be saved! Stop it!
JOSIAH:
You say... "I am safe in the arms of the Lord" Mr. Royal.
ROYAL:
Oh, you're... breaking my ribs.
CHRIS:
You're going to stand trial for murder, Bob and you're going to hang like you did
Cody Porter.
TOPHAT BOB:
Hang? No. You're going to shoot me. Put a bullet in me.
CHRIS:
Sorry, Bob.
TOPHAT BOB:
For the love of God... don't let me hang. I don't want to hang. Just put a bullet in me.
BUCK:
Thought he had you there for a minute.
CHRIS:
No.
EMMA:
Oh, stop it! Stop it! You are ruining everything.
JOSIAH:
Say it!
EMMA:
Oh...
ROYAL:
I am safe in the arms of the Lord.
JOSIAH:
If you ever touch her again, He'll know and you'll burn in hell.
EMMA:
Oh! ( sobbing )
JOSIAH:
You're safe now, Emma.
EMMA:
You are a lunatic!
JOSIAH:
Mr. Royal will not be bothering you anymore.
EMMA:
Would you listen to me, you maniac?! I wanted him to bother me.
He paid me for the privilege.
JOSIAH:
What?
EMMA:
Yes, that's right.
JOSIAH:
He paid you?
EMMA:
He paid me, you simp!
JOSIAH:
Well, what about you and me?
EMMA:
I never saw you before in my life.
JOSIAH:
Yes, you did. We... we walked down the Embarcadero together, and you... you fed me oysters with them little hands of yours.
EMMA:
If I did, I do not remember. Now, would you get that through that thick wooden head of yours? I do not remember you! Damn!
VIN:
It's over, Royal. You'll return all the goods you've stolen and give back the land to those who claim it.
EZRA:
In case you decide to shoot him I'd appreciate the restitution of my jacket first.
VIN:
You coming, Josiah?
JOSIAH:
Yep.
VIN:
Adios.
MAN:
You need any help?
MARY:
Oh, that belongs to the Taggerts.
EZRA:
What do you suppose the odds are you'll even find them?
MARY:
Well, I know they moved up north. I'll find them.
EZRA:
I'll bet you will.
NATHAN:
Sorry it didn't work out, Josiah.
JOSIAH:
Sorry what didn't work out?
NATHAN:
Your romance with Emma Dubonnet.
JOSIAH:
That wasn't Emma Dubonnet. This is Emma Dubonnet.
NATHAN:
There you go.
NETTIE:
You're going to tell me about her? Your ma.
VIN:
Well, she raised me till I was five and then she got sick. Putrid fever got her.
She put up a heck of a fight, though.
NETTIE:
Sounds like a strong woman.
VIN:
Yes, Ma'am, she was. 'Fore she died, she told me "Boy, you're a Tanner. Don't you ever forget that." Even though I was just a little feller those words have echoed in my heart to this day. I reckon I just want to live up to being a Tanner.
NETTIE:
You do, son. You do.