(dinging) (galloping hoofbeats) (ominous western music) (gun fires) - Jesus goddamn Christ. Where'd they all come from? I didn't expect a rehash
of Lawrence, Kansas in this godforsaken hellhole. - Keep your voice down. (tense music) - We need a plan to get
the hell out of here. - Don't crowd me, I'm thinking. - Yeah, well that's a comfort. - Should've done more thinking
before we accepted this job. - You couldn't know what
we're up against out there. - Spent a lifetime being careful. Now we're i
n this. Let's hope the horses are still tied behind the express office. (chuckles) - I do find it funny, though, that we're holed up in
the sheriff's office. - Ironic. - [Jonas] Huh? - I said ironic. - [Jonas] What's that? - A state of affairs or an event that's contrary to what
one normally expects. - Are you shoving your book
learning in my face again? - Sure as hell never
thought I'd be this age, and caught up in a
hornet's nest like this. (gun fires) (dramatic western music) (gun fires) (som
ber music) - Playing cards bores me, stranger. It's been three months since I seen you, and you can't think of
anything better to do than flipping cards? Hey. I see how you like it.
- Mm-hm. I told you that I'll make
time for anything you want. - That's what you said last night. Then you and your buddy lit out of here like a bunch of sinners
getting out of a church. - Well that was business, Belle. - You two gonna get busy? - Steamboat's a'coming. - Don't leave me when this
long stretch is comin
g. - Believe me, if I had my way,
I'd never leave this room. I'd just have the house send up my meals and my whiskey three times a day. - Oh, don't hand me that, Dev. You would be restless after two hours. - Sometimes I wonder if I'm really lonely. - Like in my favorite poem. - You know, I spent a lifetime running after almost everything. - You did stop for a while once. - I've been trying to
live that down ever since. - Your mistake was that it wasn't with me. - Probably. - Probably? - Undoubte
dly. (giggles) - You know, you two fellas should buy the tack and
feed store from Mills. He's 87, he's been trying
to sell it for eight years. I know you boys have the capital. - Well that's where you
got it wrong, honey pie. We spent the last job's
take on them army rifles for them Mexicans. (grunting) - How in the hell do you
talk me into these things? - Whiskey. - No, serious, damn it. How in the hell do you
talk me into these things? - (chuckles) Look, we got
the map, mean place to set. Come
in the from the west. It's the Mexican Army, for Christ's sake. - Yeah, the officers. - The idea is sound. Oh, whoa. That's a lot of rifle for
this job, don't you think? - Well we might need this Sharps. (adventurous music) - We're not hunting buffalo. - How many times did you
almost get me killed? - You're keeping count? (laughs) (somber music) How was we to know those goddamn Mexicans weren't gonna pay us? We barely got out of there with our lives. - You should've done what Dev suggested. (la
ughs) Taken me and Etta to New Orleans. You could've bought me a new hat. - Well don't worry, sugar. This new job's gonna
set us in tall cotton. - Oh, that reminds me. This came for you about an hour ago. - Oh. (chuckles) Goddamn, it's from McDonald. I gotta tell Dev. (giggling) (knocking) Hey. We just got the telegram from McDonald. - Jesus, do you always barge
in on a room with a shut door? - I knocked, gave you warning, so as Etta could get decent. - What did the message say? - He's ready for
us. We're supposed to meet him at
the mining base camp tomorrow. - Well, I guess this is
goodbye to you fellas again. Hell, Dev, you just got here. - Look, why don't you go tell
Ethan to get the mounts ready? I'll be down in an hour or so. - Sure, but we best get a move on. I hear he's not the kind of
guy that takes to tardiness. - You can go say a
proper farewell to Belle. Not like usual, okay? - Sure, sure thing, Dev. - Besides, that son of a bitch can wait. - Right, and then I'll go down and
tell Ethan to get the mounts. - Right. Now why don't you start by
getting the hell out of here? - Sure, sure. So long, Etta. - Until next time, Jonas. (chuckles) I swear, you two could not
exist without each other. - You may be right about that. (giggles) Say, why don't you ever take me on one of your little outings? - What the hell would you do? - Oh, you're right. You're always right. - Christ. - Now before you leave, why don't you tell me how wonderful I am? - Oh I'll do more than that. (gig
gling) - Mr. McDonald, Mr. McDonald! Mr. McDonald! Riders coming! (dramatic western music) - You sure about this? - It'll be easy pickings, Dev. Just like taking candy from a baby. - So you say. Okay, let's go. - Gentlemen, I've been expecting you. We may discuss all issues
here in confidence. - Let's get to it. - Right down to business,
I can appreciate that. Time is a precious commodity. My name is McDonald. I operate the mining
interests in this area. Your colleague in Santa
Fe extolled the v
irtues of your professionalism,
and even went so far as to speak glowingly of your
discretion in such matters. Myra, say hello to Dev and Jonas. - Hello, boys. I hope you're enjoying
our salubrious climate. - What's salubrious? - My goodness, Mac, they
certainly are handsome gentlemen. - Say adios, Myra, I'll
see you upstairs later. - Au revoir, boys. - I found her on a Galveston riverboat. As I was saying. Not everyone can appreciate the legality of my approach to this particular problem. - Wel
l, we kinda operate on
the outside of recognized law. - Easy. - I cast no judgment out
here in this territory. Now if this were Chicago or St. Louis, that might be a different
story, but out here, out here in this godforsaken land, sometimes a man's gotta go to extremes to protect what's his. Do you gentlemen disagree? Well I thought not. After all, a buck's a buck, right? Well now that we've dispensed
with any moral question, either of gentlemen familiar
with the town of Guilt Ridge? - Sure. -
Isn't that where they
had that cholera outbreak a year back? - Yeah, yeah, that's right. The whole town was decimated. (suspenseful music) Those that weren't stricken
with that filth just moved out, and the place is practically
a ghost town now. - So why send us to a graveyard? - There's only one business
that's maintained a presence in that hellhole. Either of you boys familiar with the express and payroll office there? Well, it's run by the
Tinrock Mining Company out of Tucumcari. They kept it
functioning, as
it's the nearest waylay station between there and the narrow gauge rails that service the mines in that area. They have something that belongs to me. - What? - Two years ago I was swindled
out of a mining concession by those bastards. My stake was valued at $50,000. I want my money back. - Well why don't you just
telegraph one of your lawyers to do the job? - You boys do not read me. I want what's mine, and I've got no faith in this territorial court system. Hell, that son of a
bitch at
the Tinrock Mining Company just as soon see me shot out of hand by one of his regulators. - What kind of job is this? - Well, boy, it's like this. Recently I've become
privy to the scheduling for all the currency and gold shipments in this whole territory. Now in two weeks, there's to be a shipment of $60,000 to cover expenses for equipment and payroll for six of
the mines in that area. Your job is to go into that office and relieve them of all of it, using any means at your
discretion,
naturally. - We just walk in there? - Mm-hm, yeah. The town being what it is,
there's hardly a soul to be met. Hell, the sheriff and the marshal were transferred out of there months ago. Nah, at best you might encounter a couple of the traveling guards
that protect the money, except that, nah, nobody
wants to go near that place because of the epidemic, so in this particular case,
fear can be your ally. - You said there was $60,000
going through that office, but you're only looking for $50,000.
You plan on keeping the
extra 10 for yourself? - No, I had intended for you boys to split that as your fee. - So let me get this straight. We walk in there, take the
money off of them guards using whatever means necessary, and we bring you back the
50,000, and we clear 5,000 each? - Yeah, that's about the size of it. Gentlemen, it'll be a cake walk. Just get in there, get my
money back, and get out before humanity returns to
the fair town of Guilt Ridge. - The idea's sound. - Why us? - Because I
am not a
highwayman, I'm a businessman. Now might I assume from the
blank looks on your faces that we have an agreement? Hm? Well, excellent. And with that, what's left to say, other than god's speed, and, hey. Why not have a cognac to seal the deal? Now why don't you just
get the hell out of here? (dramatic western music) (clears throat) - Well this is a rare sight. Can I interest you in a
hoe or a box of nails? - Oh come on, Rose, you know
I hire all that work out. I will, however, have a
pou
nd of your coffee, please. - Must be real nice being
a polite lady of society. - I'm not trying to be demeaning, Rose. - Nah, I get it. Sure wish I had a big strong
man at my beck and call. - Please. - Sorry, Etta, I don't mean nothing by it. - Dev's gone anyway. He and Jonas took off on
one of their coon hunts, and so now I'm all by my lonesome. - Well where are they off to now? - I don't know. Something about a mining
guy named McDonald. Yeah, meeting him just south of here at one of his base
camps, and the boys have been
real secretive about it. (tense music) And they said they're gonna be
gone for two weeks this time. - Well hell, that leaves
you a wide open window to raise hell with that fresh little tart Jonas takes a fancy to. Two good-looking dames
with money and freedom. - Stop it, Rosie. I don't mind telling you
that I'm mighty worried about something this time. - [Rose] What? - I don't know, it's just an intuition, like they're stepping into something too big for them to han
dle. You know, when I was a young girl, my daddy moved me out to this country. He had a job with Grenville Dodge. They were building the
Central Pacific Railroad. - Etta. Do you love Dev? - When I was a young girl
in those railroad camps, I dreamed of owning a fine home in Boston. Lace curtains and crystal chandeliers. - Do you love Dev, damn it? - Yes. But I don't love his ideas, which are Jonas's ideas. And damn, if he ain't
loyal to that old dog. - Didn't Jonas save his life or something? - S
upposedly. The most important thing
is that I know he loves me. And lord knows I've set out
to leave him more than once. - Did you say those boys are meeting up with someone named McDonald? - That's right. What is it, Rosie? - Well, last night, I was
at the White Elephant, and while I was sipping my tequila, I heard a conversation at the next table. These three fellas all wearing suits kept mentioning that name. - What name?
- McDonald. Three real highbrow citified types. They kept talking about
this McDonald getting the surprise of his life. - So-- - Like they was setting
up an ambush or something. - Oh god, Rosie. Do you think... (upbeat western music) ♪ While I still have breath,
I'll take what is mine ♪ ♪ My fate, the devil is sealed ♪ ♪ Some call me a thief, quick with a gun ♪ ♪ When it ends up in whistling steel ♪ ♪ I think you're a cheat,
just a bloodthirsty rat ♪ ♪ These foul words are just what I feel ♪ ♪ Go ride on that road,
don't ever look back ♪ ♪ 'Till it ends up whistlin
g steel ♪ ♪ Some far off day ♪ ♪ And I miss you, dear ♪ ♪ For now I hope that
your death comes near ♪ ♪ This blood that I
leave outside the law ♪ ♪ They tell me my troubles are real ♪ ♪ When I go out, I'll die on the hill ♪ ♪ When it ends up in whistling steel ♪ ♪ My debt has come due, bullets are few ♪ ♪ I'm left with this rotten deal ♪ ♪ My time is now up, the
sound that you hear ♪ ♪ Is the sound of whistling steel ♪ ♪ Your debt has come due,
the bullets are few ♪ ♪ Left with this rotten deal
♪ ♪ Your time is now up,
the sound that you hear ♪ ♪ Is the sound of whistling steel ♪ ♪ Your time is now up,
the sound that you hear ♪ ♪ Is the sound of whistling steel ♪ ♪ Your time is now up,
the sound that you hear ♪ ♪ Is the sound of whistling steel ♪ - Let's check it out. (ominous music) You think McDonald has this thing clocked? - Sure. Hell, easy, he's a smart bastard. Get high toned. - Don't mind telling you
I'm still sore as hell about that Mexican rifle job. Never should've trusted th
ose officers. - Well how was I to know they
was gonna come up short, Dev? - Short? Those bastards never
figured on paying us at all. - [Jonas] (chuckles) But
they gave us their word. - Yeah, a fat lot of good that did us. I remember in General Miles'
regiment, those two officers. Yeah, loaded with hot air,
full of liquid courage, just couldn't wait to read
their names in the dispatches. I'm telling you, Jonas,
they're all the same, it doesn't matter what army. - Well don't be a
gooseberry about
it, Dev. We'll recoup our losses
on this job tenfold, and then it's off to
Galveston and the gals. - I wish I was in a warm
porcelain tub with Etta right now. - You'd just be, well, what's the word, I
don't know how you'd say it. You'd just be there doing nothing, 'cause you're in the tub
with Etta, doing nothing. What's that called? - Ennui. - Huh? - You're talking about ennui. - What's that?
- Forget it. (foreboding music) - Well we've had some good scores, too. - Sure. - I mean it. When they
throw me in that pine
box, I won't regret a thing. It's a good life. - Well, a man's life does
not belong to himself. - I remember that bastard we met up with, right after we mustered out of the ninth. - Yeah, who was that? - You know, that peckerwood
that owned all them riverboats. - Mississippi?
- Yeah. - Sure, when you had that
great idea for a pig farm. Jesus Christ. - The idea was sound. - Uh-huh. (ominous music) - Well we made some money
off of that fella anyways. - Yep. Recall he had a co
mplete
library of Samuel Johnson. I never figured him for being
a double dealer and a snake. - Yeah, I hear tell he came out here west and got into the mining business, just like that dear friend McDonald. - Well he had some peculiar ways, most of which weren't exactly legal. - We did what we had to do. - The bastard sent us into an ambush. To him, we were expendable. - You think he knew? - Yeah, probably. Well, still, we got him his silver. - Yeah. Took quite a hunk of it for ourselves. That wa
s our first stake. - I'd like to think we
taught that fella a lesson. - Hey, remember riding back with the canteens all shot to hell, with a pebble in my mouth for spit. You taught me that. - Well a man can only
die when he's careless. - Yeah, still. I'd like to meet up with that rounder. - 10 years, let it go. - I recall being chased by
those inbred Cajuns of his, like they was a bunch
of screaming coyotes. - Yep, bastard sure
sent us into harm's way. Still, I wasn't worried. - Why? - You were
there. (chuckles) - Yeah, we do tend to get
ourselves out of these scrapes. - Yep. - Still, I'd like to settle
up with that peckerwood. - Tell you what, I'll shoot him for you. (laughs) Now mount up, let's get
the hell out of here. - [Jonas] All right then. (dramatic western music) - I don't know about this,
leaving the horses back here. - It's out of sight, it's sound. - I don't know. (foreboding music) - It's gonna be a cake walk. - Cake walk. Cake walk. Reach. Don't even think about being her
oes. Tie them up. - Now don't make me beat one
of you bastards senseless. - Now boys, where are those bags? - You fellas are in a bad box, 'cause I got me an itchy trigger finger. Cake walk. - [Dev] Well let's not
start celebrating just yet. This town makes me nervous. - [Jonas] There's no one here. - Exactly.
(gun fires) (suspenseful western music) What an idea, leaving
the horses out of sight. - My idea was sound. (suspenseful western music) I bet you're getting
angry right about now. - That d
on't even capture
the spirit of the thing. (suspenseful western music) Never thought I'd be this age, and caught up in a
hornet's nest like this. (suspenseful western music) Next time something sounds
too good to be true, you talk me out of it. (suspenseful western music) - Who are those regulators, do you think? - I don't rightly know. Maybe they knew McDonald
was gonna hit this payroll. - Yeah, we'll get out of this, you'll see. In no time at all, we'll
be back with Etta and Belle with enough
loot to
raise hell in Santa Fe. (suspenseful western music) You know, Belle says old Moe's about ready to sell the tack and feed,
we could make him an offer. - That's just what I need,
something to tie me down again. I already had that life once before, and I ain't cut out for it. (suspenseful western music) You remember the hardware store? - Come on, come on, Dev. Winnie was a good woman
for you in those days. If you would've just stuck. - I spent too long with
you and General Miles, chasing ho
pped-up Sioux
to settle for a life of selling nails and pans to
those stiff-necked Mormons. Cheapest bastards I ever seen. Cheat you faster than a snake oil seller if he wasn't one of them. (suspenseful western music) Still, I suppose I should be
grateful to that church elder that took a fancy to Winnie. Solved that problem. Hear tell he took her to wife
on top of his other three. Maybe she finally got kids out of that frog-walking son of a bitch. (foreboding music) (rattling) - Anyway, what's w
rong
with parlaying this score into a real future? We've talked about it long enough. - [Dev] How many years
we go back together? - 20, maybe more. Seems like always. Shit. - Problem is, your ideas
never seem to pan out. - 'Cause just like with Winnie,
you never gave it your all. My ideas was sound. - Yeah. Like those two rope drummer
jobs you got us in Holdenville. - They was hard to come by.
- Yeah, so was the supplier, was drunk in Abilene all the time. - Well at least--
- Jesus Christ. - I t
ried, which is more than I can say for the likes of you. - Well, I kinda got my mind on other things now, Jonas. - I'm just thinking
positive, you golden bastard. - If I could get you off
memory lane for one minute, I think I just realized something. - Yeah? (foreboding music) - [Dev] Those fellas saw us walk past the boarding house, right? - Right. - Well, we came in from the south of town. They probably don't know that we got Tops and Bristol tied up in the back. They probably don't even
know
it's only two of us. Hell, they never went in
and untied those guards. - Now who's the pipe dreamer? - What I'm saying is, if
we could get to the horses, we could get to the wash north of town. Then that puts us in the hills. - [Jonas] And? - Well, I figure there's a
dozen or more of those fellas, if I counted their rifles correctly. - And two of us stand a better chance of skedaddling up that
mountain than a dozen or so? - Precisely. - Could work. - Come on. You were always a glass half full gu
y. Besides, our options are
somewhat limited right now. - I told you years ago, when
you pointed me in the direction of them screaming Lakotas,
I'd follow you into hell unless you say different. - We'll split up when we get to the ridge. After the fork, the roads run parallel. I'll see you in McDonald's,
come hell or high water. (inspiring music) - No matter what happens,
one or the other rides on. At least one of us makes it. - Let's go. (suspenseful western music) - Yoo-hoo. (gun fires) Dev. (
suspenseful western music) (clicking) - Shit. (groaning) (clicks tongue) Son of a bitch. - Dev. (gun fires) (gun fires) (tense music) (suspenseful western music) (guns fire) (guns firing) - I'm sore as hell at you. - My idea was--
- I don't wanna hear it! Let's get the hell out of here. (dramatic western music) (guns firing) (suspenseful music) (guns firing) - Yellow bastard. Don't move. Drop it. - [McDonald] Where's your partner? - You said this was to be a cake walk. Last time I saw that many
rifles, they was in the hands of Comancheros. - Well just take it easy. Lower your weapon. Surely you boys know the risks
involved in your vocation. I just pull the strings. - Dev was my friend, god damn it. I'm gonna put a bullet
right in your brain pan right the hell now. Prepare to meet your maker. - My demise may not come
from your gun, my friend. Well I'm gonna guess that you boys ran into the Tinrock regulators. - Now just how do you know that? - Why don't you just turn
around and take a l
ook? Apparently they followed
you all the way back. - You think I'm gonna fall for that? I ain't your puppet, Mr. McDonald. - I assure you, this is no trick. Your carelessness has led
them right back here to us. (ominous music) - Well shit. - You know those boys would just as soon see me eliminated as you. Unfortunately for both of us,
I dispatched my own guards to deliver our latest strike, so it's just you and me, and our best chance is an alliance. (ominous music) I make it a policy never to
be more than just a few steps away from a Henry. I hope to god you're
proficient with a rifle. All right, you'll find an
array of rifles over there and some cartridges over there. Just grab yourself one. Ah, those sneaky bastards will
think I'm probably holed up over there in the rooming houses. - [Jonas] What about your guards? When are they due back? - I don't know, maybe tomorrow. Depends on the road conditions. Those regulators, I'm sure,
got it all figured out, we're all alone. (ominous mus
ic) - That's not exactly reassuring. - My friend, one must
revel in self-confidence when staring down adversity. - Yeah, well let's see how them $10 words get you out of this. (ominous music) What's to keep me from plugging
you right here and now? I don't have anything to lose. - You won't. You need me, I need you. (ominous music) Expediency is the watchword of the moment. And more importantly, you don't
strike me as the kind of man who'd just wanna roll over and die without putting up some kind
of a fight. - Where'd them peckerwoods go? You think they rode off? - I think they're over there looking around in my rooming house. They wouldn't suspect us coming out here so close to the mines. - Why? - Well, the dynamite. - Huh? - This is where we store all the dynamite. - Shit, you mean they could blow us up? - Not without detonators. Oh, I suppose a stray
bullet could hit a barrel, but if they wander out
this way, I'm sure they'll, they'll see that, and
they'll take caution. - [Jonas] Yea
h, we're probably gonna get our asses blown off. - A calculated risk. One should always take refuge in the zone of the most danger. It throws your opponent off. - You never think about
being a poker player? - (chuckles) I was. I was 13 years old. Made a pretty good penny of
it, too, on the riverboats, but that was back before the war. - I don't know how them
fellas followed me, there was nobody up on that ridge. - The army cut a new bypass through that canyon two months ago, and I bet you didn't
know that. - I didn't. We didn't. - You boys should've done more
research before you set out. - Listen here, you son of a-- - Holy hell, I forgot about Myra. (foreboding music) - Well, looky what we have here. (yelps) (laughs) Oh shit. - You never stood a chance. - (chuckles) Wow, she
can take care of herself. Have you come to terms with your life in the event that it should end suddenly? - Huh? - Well I think I can answer
for all I've ever done. When I was a little boy, they
sent me to live wi
th my uncle on his farm in Kentucky. God, he was a miserable old cuss. (grunts) He used to beat his
field hands for no reason. But I learned, I learned from that moment that I needed to be the
man that pulled the string. So when I was 10 years old,
ran away and never looked back. Taught myself how to read and write with the help of a house servant negro. Cotton farm, he hid me
out in the slave quarters on a nearby plantation. Good old Silas. You know what he used to tell me? He used to swear tha
t he was a grandson of, (grunting) get it. He used to swear he was a grandson of Tom Jefferson's housemaid. Can you believe that? - How'd you get all this? - Resourcefulness, moxie. Laughing at fear. I just did what I had to do to make sure I never had to go back
behind a plow and a mule. Not that there's anything--
- Yeah. You made a lot of money,
didn't you, Mr. McDonald? You may be a great man. Seems you're no different than Dev and me. - Don't you think all
great men bend the rules to suit t
heir needs? Now I have never openly broken the law, but there's been times when
I needed to circumvent it. Laws can be so subjective. - [Jonas] Yeah, yeah, you're
rich, I'll give you that. - Yeah, yeah, I guess you could say that, but you know what's stuck in the craw of most of the men out in this territory? It's when they discovered
I'd been sending blankets and supplies to Geronimo's band. - That thieving renegade? The army even chased him down to Mexico, why the hell you do that? - Now that
is exactly the same attitude that General Crook had towards me. These people have a right to their lands. We're the ones that have
created this situation. - Yeah, well, they're thieving,
murdering, raping thugs. - Depends on how you look at it. - Hey, hey, hang on. I think I saw something move out there. - Just hang on, hang on. All right. (suspenseful music) All right, just wait
'till I give the signal, and then we'll open fire. Right now. (guns fire) - Well, if they didn't
know where we were b
efore, they sure as hell know now. - Hell, I got two of them. - Yes, you did, indeed. Remind me to present you with
a handful of Henry Clay cigars when we get out of this mess. Listen, I just saw two of
those J-hots go over there by the assay office. I'm gonna have to go out on the porch to draw a good bead on them. - Yeah, supposing you get shot? - Well then you're on your own. (suspenseful music) (gun fires) - That crazy son of a bitch
is gonna get himself killed one of these days. Thank god f
or me. (grunts) (guns firing) (ominous music) Gentlemen, kiss your asses goodbye. - I'm out. - Shit fire! (dramatic western music) I about thought you weren't gonna make it and I'd have to shoot them all myself. - [McDonald] Had you
figured for dead, my friend. - Why in the hell would you think that? - 'Cause I saw you shot off this horse. - There's the scratch. Bastards just winged me. Kinda knocked the wind out of me, though. - What the hell were you
playing at out there? Last looks, you was l
aying on the ground. - You remember that
hostage trade with Cochise when you played dead? - Yeah.
- Yeah, same idea. I just wanted to get some distance between those bastards and me. Then I'd come in from
behind, like deus ex machina. - Huh? - It's a Greek thing. - Oh, yeah. - Mighty grateful for your timing. - You know, the boss
of these regulator boys is gonna be mighty fired up at you. - [McDonald] My problem. - Now, about our fee. - Who the hell is that? - Well I'll be damned. I might've fig
ured. - One day, you and I are gonna
kill each other, McDonald. - Yeah. The world will little mourn the loss. Oh, looks like we lightened up your payroll obligations some. - Yep. Cost of doing business, Mac. Just a damn minute. Don't I know the two of you? - You be Bo Huntington
out of Mississippi, right? - Dev, it's that son of a
bitch from the riverboat job. He's older, but it's him! - There. - Ah, you two don't look any prettier after all these years, either. - Had I known you were involved i
n this, I might've expected an ambush. - So you boys are all
acquainted with each other? (grunts) - Bastard!
- Ho, ho, ho, ho. - Had the bad sense of hiring these two when they mustered out
of the military, Mac. They was flies in the
buttermilk even back then. - So the competition
continues between the Tinrock and the McDonald mining companies. Now it's three against one, unless you got any men left
hiding over that ridge. - Nah, you cleaned me out today, Mac. - So, now what? - Well, I have a gr
eat sense of timing, especially when it concerns
the right time to ride off. - Maybe one day we will kill each other, you goat-dancing bastard. - Possible. I think we both got a heap of living left, you old son of a bitch. So to you boys, I say goodbye. Come on. - I should've shot that son of a bitch. - Uh-huh. - Well, meet me over at the assay office and we'll divvy up. I do believe you boys are
due some sort of bonus. I'll see you over there. And hey, maybe we'll drink
us some of that cognac a
gain. (chuckles) - Yeah, I prefer tequila. - Hey Jonas, I got an idea. - What? - Let's grab that drink, get our money. - And? - And let's get the hell out of here, and go back to Belle and Etta. - Now that is a sound idea, Dev. - We can all four of us
go down to Galveston, maybe New Orleans. Didn't you say that Belle needs a new hat? - That I did. - [Dev] Let's go. (upbeat western music) (dramatic western music) (guns firing)
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