"(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)" "(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)" "(SAILORS YELLING INDISTINCTLY)" "MAN:" "Watch yourselves." "Watch out there!" "(GRUNTING)" "MAN:" "Hello, hello." "(WOMAN GRUNTING)" "Either hurry up or let the man pass." "Partner, these people have come a long way, too, so I know you won't mind them going ahead." "Ma'am." "Watch your step, ma'am." "Excuse me." "I'm next." "Old people should go last or get the hell out of the way." "WOMAN:" "I'm so sorry, Mr. Quigley." "We seem to be holding that man up." "No, ma'am." "I just spoke to him, and he ain't in that big a hurry after all." "MAN:" "Come on!" "Where are you from, mate?" "Wyoming." "That near Sydney?" "Bit further north." "Hey." "I can tell you're a bloke who's looking for somebody." "No?" "Something?" "I could use a good horse." "It's a gentleman from the land of the free and the home of the brave." "A drink, sir?" "A place to rest your bones?" "A woman, perhaps?" "(SCREECHING)" "(GROWLING)" "(YELLING)" "(SCREAMING)" "(GRUNTING)" "Ow!" "Oh!" "(WHIMPERING)" "You're asking for bloody trouble mixing in with this lot." "I don't reckon the lady's all that anxious to get in your wagon." "Roy?" "Oh, Roy, it's you!" "I'm not Roy, lady." "Every time there's a ship from America" "I come down here looking for you." "Thank God you've come for me!" "I'm sorry, Roy." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry for everything." "Does Crazy Cora belong to you?" "Didn't say that." "I said she don't wanna get in your wagon." "The boss says we can take some white tarts back, 'cause we're sick of black ladies." "So you just tell Cora to come quiet, and we'll feed her regular and everything." "Please take me home, Roy." "Bugger off, mate." "Excuse me." "I'm new here, so I ain't rightly certain." "Is everybody in this country as butt ugly as you three?" "MAN 1:" "What do you want?" "MAN 2:" "Give him another one!" "MAN 1:" "Don't let the bugger get behind you, mate!" "MAN 3:" "Back for more, he is?" "Look out, Roy." "(GASPING)" "Sorry, Roy!" "You stay out of this!" "I'm sorry, Roy." "My name ain't Roy." "It's Matthew Quigley." "You?" "You're the fella Marston sent us to bring back." "CARA:" "We sure showed 'em." "Didn't we, Roy?" "(CHUCKLES)" "(COWS MOOING)" "You got somethin' against riding' horses in this country?" "We ride 'em when it suits us." "Bullocks eat and drink rougher." "You can put your saddle on one of them, if you like." "(LAUGHING)" "Riding in the back of the wagon with the women." "I should've known to bring my own horse." "(CACKLING)" "I wasn't talking to you." "CARA:" "Don't worry, Roy." "Everything's gonna turn out just fine." "(LAUGHING)" "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "(MOANING)" "(CLOTH TEARING)" "What are you doing?" "I'm gonna bandage your head." "No you're not." "It must hurt real bad." "I wanna help it get better." "Quit!" "You've helped me enough already." "I'm much obliged." "(MUTTERING)" "I don't know why you're being such a big baby about this, Roy." "Just hold still." "Quit!" "Now who the hell is this Roy, anyway?" "Hey!" "Do you need a hand with Crazy Cora?" "(PEOPLE LAUGHING)" "Here." "Thank you." "Look, lady." "I don't know no Roy, so you just leave me alone." "Go on." "(GRUNTING)" "WOMAN:" "Yoo-hoo." "Good night, Roy." "Good night, lady." "(CALLING TO TEAM)" "(COWS MOOING)" "What the bloody hell is it?" "Redcoats." "Mr. Ashley-Bloody-Pitt and his heroes." "Friends of yours?" "They're British." "(COWS BELLOWING)" "Get that bloody thing away from my team!" "Why are you taking the body back?" "We've got orders to bring in all suspected cattle thieves." "The bugger's dead." "The trial will not be lengthy." "Carry on, sergeant." "We're looking for two deserters." "Can't say I blame 'em." "Have you seen 'em?" "No." "New distractions?" "Who's this chap on the back here?" "The Yank Marston's brought out." "Yank?" "Come to do for Marston what these bog-Irish convicts obviously can't." "Well, you just do your job and stay out of trouble." "In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits who have been run out of their own barbaric country." "Well, lieutenant..." "Major!" "Major, we already run the misfits out of our country." "We sent 'em back to England." "(LAUGHING)" "(YELLING)" "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "What are they, koala bears?" "Kangaroos, I reckon." "Well, whatever they are, Roy, nature sure played an awful trick on 'em." "I am fed up with you." "And I am fed up with Roy, whoever he is." "My name is Matthew." "Well, pardon the hell outta me." "I can't believe you would talk to me like that, Roy." "I oughta wash your mouth out with soap if I had some." "Lady, you are about half a bubble off the plumb, and that's for sure and for certain." "Just because the road is rocky, doesn't mean your spirits should get rocky, too." "When do we get to Marston's ranch?" "Been on his bloody land for the last two days." "(YELLING)" "(MEN ARGUING)" "(CRICKETS CHIRPING)" "(WIND BLOWING)" "(ABORIGINE VOICES CHANTING)" "(BIRD SQUEALING)" "(SIGHING)" "Things seem different here." "They say God made Australia last, don't you know?" "After he got tired of making everything else the same." "Well, I've seen some pretty country, that's for certain." "What are you doing so far from home?" "There hasn't been anyone else but you." "You know that, don't you?" "You can take me if you want to, Roy." "God Almighty, lady." "Go to sleep." "(MEN YELLING)" "(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)" "Whoo-hoo!" "Hey, look at that." "(GATE SQUEAKING)" "(COWS MOOING)" "(INDISTINCT CHATTER)" "Hey-up!" "MAN:" "Good to see you." "Get back to work." "Here you go, lads." "(SIGHING) (GRUNTING)" "Wait till you see what we've got for you." "Matthew Quigley." "Elliott Marston." "Welcome to Australia." "Well, sir, your men already welcomed me." "(CHUCKLING)" "Coogan, Mr. Quigley's luggage." "Take it to the lodge." "Mr. Marston, you said you'd pay me 50 dollars in gold coin just for showing up." "You don't waste much time." "I spent three months on a boat just gettin' here." "You intrigued me, Mr. Quigley." "Twenty-one men answered my advertisement, from all over the world." "Canada, India, England." "They just wrote letters." "But you... had a way with words." "My advertisement stated that I wanted to hire the finest marksman in the world." "Have I?" "MARSTON:" "Uh-huh." "The legendary Sharp." "You know your weapons." "It's a lever-action breech loader." "Usual barrel length's 30 inches." "This one has an extra four." "It's converted to use a special .45-caliber, 110-grain metal cartridge with a 540-grain paper-patched bullet." "It's fitted with double set triggers and a vernier sight." "It's marked up to 1200 yards." "This one shoots a mite further." "An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition." "You could call it that." "Let's experiment." "Whitey, take that bucket and ride out until I signal." "Tell me when you want him to stop." "(SHEEP BLEATING)" "Your man able to hit something that far away?" "I don't know him." "I never saw him before." "(MEN CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)" "He'd have to be a good shot all right." "'Bout there'll do." "(MEN CHUCKLING)" "Bullshit." "(HORSE WHINNYING)" "(SQUEAKING)" "(ROOSTER CROWING)" "Are you quite certain, Mr. Quigley, that you wouldn't like the bucket a bit closer?" "Jesus Christ!" "(MEN CHUCKLING AND CHATTERING)" "Quite certain." "(GUN COCKING)" "(MAN YELLING)" "Told you." "Only my Roy could hit a coyote from that distance." "(BLOWING)" "Very impressive." "You're hired." "(GATE OPENING)" "Would you excuse me for a minute?" "There's some business I have to attend to." "You might find this interesting." "Nice shootin', Roy." "Mr. Marston?" "I think there's been a mistake." "The one they call Crazy Cora." "(GROWLING)" "I'd appreciate it if your men leave her alone till you and I have a chance to talk." "Whatever you want." "(MEN CHATTERING)" "You are deserters from Her Majesty's armed forces." "The penalty for your crime is death." "You were caught on my land." "I could have you shot for trespassing." "Look, you let us stay here, guv'nor, we'll serve you proper." "Better than this convict scum you've got." "Well, unfortunately, your commanding officer Major Ashley-Pitt and I have an understanding, and so, I'm afraid, you'll be sent back to face the firing party." "But I see no reason why you should be trussed up like animals." "Mr. Dobkin." "(GRUNTING)" "This is my preferred weapon, Mr. Quigley." "Do join me for dinner." "You've got to admit, the Yank's a damn good shot with a long rifle." "Oh, sure." "But you give me a weapon like that, and I could beat him with my eyes shut." "Easy to say, O'Flynn." "You've got a lot to learn." "I ain't got a lot to learn." "Look at you, Dobkin." "You've been here 12 years, and all you've got to show for it is cold mutton." "He's in, getting a fancy dinner." "Huh?" "You were actually in Dodge City?" "William Hickok must have been there." "Spent a night there once." "I was pretty tired." "Dodge City's a nice place to get some sleep." "Are you familiar with the army revolver, Mr. Quigley?" "Well, sir, I never had much use for one." "It's a recent invention of your countryman, Colonel Colt." "God created all men." "They say Sam Colt made 'em equal." "More or less." "That's what I like about you Americans." "You're people of action, not words." "That mint jelly on your lamb." "It's my own creation." "No, I'm a student of your American West." "I've read a great deal about it." "Tell me about dingoes." "Ten pounds a month for shooting wild dogs seems like a whole lot for not much." "Besides, you got enough men and guns outside to kill every dingo within ten miles of here." "Unless you're talking about deserters." "Did you know that your American Indian is a race that has no word for "wheel."" "No concept of farming." "No understanding of land ownership." "Is that a fact?" "From what I hear, you found a solution to that problem in your country." "I guess that depends on whether you're an Indian or not." "You see, in many ways..." "our two nations are quite similar." "We both brought civilization to the Stone Age." "Unfortunately, in this country we have failed in one regard." "We have been unable to domesticate the most backward people in the world the Australian Aborigine." "Don't mind him." "He's harmless." "(ABORIGINE VOICES CHANTING)" "My parents were slaughtered by Aborigines, Mr. Quigley." "They attacked so fast my mother was found dead still holding her sewing." "Nowadays they butcher our sheep and cattle." "Her Majesty's government allows the local settlers to deal with the matter their own way." "It's official policy." "It's called "pacification by force."" "But the real issue is that, primitive as they are, the Aborigines have learned to keep out of rifle range." "Which brings us to you..." "Mr. Quigley." "What the hell?" "(DOG BARKING)" "No!" "Stay right where you are." "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "No man knocks me out of my own house." "(PUNCH THROWN)" "Don't just stand there." "Get him." "Has he got the rifle with him?" "He keeps it right beside him." "I said, get him!" "He's just sitting in there with that big gun." "Keep down." "Kelly, up there." "Carver, take the side." "Brophy, around the back." "(GRUNTING)" "Fancy American shooter." "Eating real fancy, eh?" "(GRUNTING)" "Go on, kick him in the back!" "Give it to him in the back." "Go on, that's it." "Leave Roy alone!" "Get her off me!" "(MUFFLED YELLING)" "(MEN LAUGHING)" "Throw him in the wagon." "Haul him two days from here and dump him." "Let Australia kill him." "And that crazy woman, too." "(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)" "(HORSE NICKERING)" "(GROANING)" "(GRUNTING AND SIGHING)" "QUIGLEY:" "You forgot the gold." "What did he say?" "QUIGLEY:" "You forgot the gold." "Marston." "He paid him in gold." "(MUTTERING)" "He's right." "(GRUNTING)" "Leave us some water and you can have the gold." "I can have the gold anyway." "That's what I thought you'd say." "(GRUNTING)" "DRIVER:" "Yah!" "Yah!" "(GRUNTING)" "Go on!" "Come on!" "Yah!" "Yah!" "(GRUNTING)" "(CARA GROANING)" "I wish people would quit hitting me on the head." "Don't worry." "On a new job, it's quite common for things not to go well at first." "(CHUCKLING)" "(LAUGHING)" "We should..." "What?" "I remember, my granddaddy told me how, when you're lost in the desert, you should sleep during the day and walk at night." "Your granddaddy tell you that?" "He also tell you we'll die in the desert without those horses?" "What good are horses if we die first?" "Once in a while she actually makes a little sense." "What did you say, Roy?" "Never mind." "(CRICKETS CHIRPING)" "(GROANING)" "(FLY BUZZING)" "(GRUNTING)" "(DINGOES HOWLING)" "(DOGS BARKING)" "Good morning, Major." "Marston." "What can I get for you?" "Some refreshment?" "That's very kind, sir." "I'd be obliged if you would identify for me two dead bodies." "Two men absconded." "But I imagine this is a couple of newcomers who wandered off together, recently." "A man and a woman?" "Two men." "One has been stabbed and one shot through the head." "Coogan and Miller." "It would appear that the man and the woman are still missing." "Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" "Don't worry, Major." "I have no doubt I'll find them." "(ABORIGINES CHANTING)" "(CHANTING)" "(CHANTING AND BEATING STICKS)" "(SLAPPING)" "Hey, lady." "You OK?" "Think so." "(SIGHING)" "What are they gonna do to us?" "I reckon they already done it." "They gave us water." "But that don't make sense." "They let me keep it when every white man with a rifle's trying to kill 'em." "Except you." "They don't know that." "Don't they?" "Something tells me you and I were on the shady side of dead." "This is a special place." "Bet they used magic on us." "That old man over there, looks like he's... some kind of chief, or medicine man, or something." "What's this?" "There." "More than likely something that came out of the south end of a northbound kangaroo." "You mean kangaroo shit?" "(CHUCKLING)" "Very kind." "Do you think they're safe to eat?" "You got a better idea?" "Much obliged." "Go on." "I don't eat things that are still moving." "Gonna shoot it first?" "Mm-hmm." "(GIGGLING)" "(SPEAKING ABORIGINE)" "QUIGLEY:" "Yo?" "Yo?" "Yo." "Yo?" "Yo!" "Yo!" "(ABORIGINES CHATTERING)" "After you cut this strip out of this big piece of kangaroo..." "There we go." "Take..." "(SPEAKING ABORIGINE)" "Here." "Swing your arm." "Just roll your wrist." "You gotta keep that loop open." "See how that loop stays open?" "You look at what you're throwing at." "Swing the rope and throw right at it." "(LAUGHING)" "Then you just pull him in." "(CHANTING)" "(CARA LAUGHING)" "You just wait till you try this." "But you gotta guess what it is." "That little girl is so darling." "QUIGLEY:" "She sure is." "Not as darling as Roy Junior." "God Almighty, lady, not another Roy." "I don't know about you, but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut." "Roy was hunting sage hens when the Comanches came." "I grabbed the baby and a pistol, and I hid in the root cellar out back." "The Indians tore up our sod house." "I was real quiet, but then the baby started crying." "I tried to shush him and suckle him, but he just wouldn't stop." "One Comanche, I remember, he acted real drunk and wore my green apron." "He must have heard something." "He started hollering and coming closer." "So I put my hand gentle-like over my baby's mouth." ""Don't cry." "Daddy'll be home soon."" "The Indians found us, but they just laughed." "They was drunk, didn't wanna hurt anybody, and rode away." "At sundown, Roy came home, but I was still afraid to come out of the cellar." "I was afraid of what he'd do when he saw I'd smothered our son." "I ought to find some way to mend this petticoat." "Look at that." "Roy..." "He just buried the baby, put me in the wagon, and we went 70 miles to Galveston without stopping." "He never said a word." "Put me on the first ship he found." "It was headed to Australia." "Then he said," ""Don't want no woman that would kill my son to save herself."" "And he turned and he walked away, and he never looked back." "I know, 'cause I watched to see if he would." "This thing is just falling apart." "It's just..." "I'm tired." "Don't exactly talk your ear off saying goodbye, do they?" "The Johnsons were always like that." "What?" "Remember the church social last year?" "They ate everybody's jams and pies and left without saying a word." "It's our own fault for inviting 'em again this year." "Why would they do that?" "That's why." "(CHATTERING FRANTICALLY)" "(WOMEN ABORIGINES YELLING)" "Oh, no." "No!" "No." "Stay back!" "(WHISTLING)" "(GRUNTING)" "(CHATTERING AND YELLING)" "No!" "(BULLET FLYING)" "(RIFLE SHOOTING)" "Over there!" "(CHATTERING IN ABORIGINE)" "(YELLING)" "(GRUNTS)" "No!" "Shit." "Of all the damn fool things I ever did see!" "You trying to get your head blown off?" "Anyone who believes in magic..." "is crazy." "(SIGHING)" "Don't be running off like that." "I could have used some help up there, you know." "Well, I got my rig back." "But no saddlebags, which means I can't make my reload." "We got one horse and two canteens." "And a rider got away." "Which means Marston'll know where we are." "Yeah." "And we don't." "I'm cold." "You got the blanket." "Maybe we could share it tonight." "There's something I wanna talk to you about." "If we do, there'll be something I wanna talk to you about." "When summer comes, let's drag up some wood for a real cabin." "'Cause, Roy, sod walls..." "Matthew." "Matthew Quigley." "I ain't sharing my bed till I'm certain you know who's in it." "Now say it." "If we had a wood cabin we could get glass windows." "(SIGHING)" "We'll see." "The sea's gotta be west." "That's how we're headed, but you sure wouldn't know it." "Ow!" "Hell!" "Do you see that?" "I sure did." "Biggest ant I ever did see." "What's my name today?" "Matthew Quigley, same as any other day." "How's about you and me taking off all our clothes and going swimming?" "What are you?" "Crazy?" "There ain't no water." "Why, shame on you!" "Well, you..." "What about last night?" "You..." "I what?" "Oh, never mind." "How's that, then, Mr. Marston?" "Pretty good, O'Flynn." "You've improved." "Wear your holster a bit higher, then grab your gun on the way up." "But I'm faster, aren't I?" "Yeah." "Think I'll ever be as fast as you?" "You mean if you practiced a lot?" "Yeah." "No." "Not again." "Where are the others?" "Dead." "All dead." "Quigley." "He was everywhere." "Four more." "I don't believe this." "Did you see him?" "It was too far away." "How far?" "Three quarters of a mile, maybe." "That's impossible." "How long from the time the bullet struck until you heard the report of the rifle?" "Two, maybe three seconds." "Matthew Quigley is really beginning to annoy me." "Dobkin." "How many men can we send out there?" "These and two others." "Six men are still on a hunting party." "All right." "There's 50 pounds, in gold, to the man who brings Quigley in." "So keep practicing." "If we're lost, you can tell me." "We're lost." "I can take bad news." "Tell me straight." "I don't know where the hell we are." "No sense in taking time to make it sound better than it is." "I reckon we're going in circles." "You flower things up, I'll see right through it." "So just tell me, honestly, are we lost?" "No." "I know exactly where we are." "That's good. 'Cause, frankly, I was getting a little worried." "Don't know where we're going, but there's no use being late." "(GUNS FIRING)" "Yah!" "(YELLING AND INDISTINCT SHOUTING)" "Come on!" "(CHILD CRYING)" "(WHIP CRACKING)" "(YELLING)" "(WHIPS CRACKING)" "(YELLING)" "(SCREAMING)" "(YELLING AND CHATTERING)" "Get the bloody hell outta here!" "Quick!" "Come on, hurry up!" "(GRUNTING)" "(GUNS FIRING)" "(RIFLE COCKING)" "(SIGHING)" "(WHIMPERING)" "(SIGHING)" "(GASPING)" "My back's broke." "Your gut's shot, Hobb." "There ain't nothing I can do for you." "You can kill me." "Where's Marston's station from here?" "How far's the nearest town?" "Why should I tell you?" "'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live." "You know, I'm new here, so I'm kinda curious." "Do you think the dingoes will get you first?" "Or the ants?" "Quigley, don't leave me like this!" "Quigley!" "Marston's station's two days' ride southwest." "Meekathanga's only 20 miles past the billabong." "Talk straight, Goddamn it!" "Or I'll get the ants myself." "It's a town, a day's ride past the dry riverbed." "That way." "Now finish me." "You got one shot left in that shooter." "Make the most of it." "(PISTOL FIRING)" "(CHILD YELPING)" "(CRYING)" "All right." "All right." "Sweet thing." "You're the sweetest little thing." "Sweet, little thing." "(HORSE NICKERING)" "I reckon we should keep moving till we find some help." "I reckon we should stop for the night." "The baby's hurt, weak." "He needs shelter." "The kid's probably tougher than we are." "That little fella was eatin' like his bellybutton had been rubbing a blister on his backbone." "Yeah, he was eating, but he needs some milk." "I don't recall seeing a whole lot of milking cows around here." "There should be a town to the southwest." "I reckon we could make it in a hard day's ride." "We can't make it." "He should stay here with me." "You can make the ride faster without us." "Well... (DINGO HOWLING)" "Just leave me the extra rifle and pistol." "You know how to use a shooter?" "I am a native-born Texican." "There's enough water for two days, if I ain't here drinking it." "What do you think?" "(LAUGHING)" "What?" "What's the matter?" "You." "You're the only man on this continent that would ask me what I think." "That ought to do you." "Thanks for the lizards." "You've checked the guns three times." "There's food and water." "We're fine." "Get going." "(BABY CRYING)" "If you run into any of his own people, you'll give 'em Little Bit, won't you?" "You gotta promise me." "Sure could use something else to wear." "He'd be better off with them." "You know that, don't you?" "If you see any dresses that aren't too costly, red's my favorite color." "Red or even pink, but red's my favorite." "(BABY COOING)" "I should be back in two days." "If I ain't back in three..." "You'll be back." "You bet." "(FIDDLE PLAYING)" "MAN:" "Highly unusual calibration, Mr. Quigley." "This will take some time to duplicate." "No, sir, it won't." "You can substitute a 450, number two British musket lead." "Marston ain't gonna wait." "Marston?" "He's a murderer." "He mixes flour with poison to kill the Aborigines." "Yes, this is a cruel, uncivilized..." "Papa." "Let the man eat." "He's got a long ride ahead of him tonight." "I was able to find some condensed milk for the baby and tins of beef for you and your woman." "Ma'am, she ain't exactly my woman." "Klaus, come over here." "Mr. Quigley, I would like you to meet my son." "Pleased to meet you." "I know who you are." "You're the American." "The one who's been helping the Aborigines." "Is that the rifle I've been hearing about?" "You can take a look at it, if you'd like, son." "It's so heavy." "Well, you get used to it." "Son, I hid my horse in the gully out back." "I'd be much obliged if you'd bring it up." "Yes, sir." "Klaus, after you get Mr. Quigley's horse, saddle up ours as well." "Yes, Papa." "He didn't get all that from a "wanted" poster." "Everyone knows about you." "The Aborigines who come to town to trade with us talk about the "spirit warrior."" "I've been called a lot of things, ma'am..." "Never that." "(CHUCKLING) Yeah." "(BELCHING)" "(GRUNTING)" "Get the others." "Young fella, where'd you get this saddle?" "(MUFFLED YELLING)" "(HUMMING)" "(SIGHING)" "(BABY CRYING) Shh!" "Don't cry." "Daddy'll be home soon." "(SIGHING)" "(GROWLING)" "(PANTING)" "(BABY CRYING)" "(BARKING AND GROWLING)" "(MOANING)" "Shh!" "Shh!" "Don't cry." "Hush, baby." "Hush, baby." "Hush, baby." "Shh, shh." "Shh." "Daddy'll be home soon." "Shh." "(DINGOES GROWLING)" "Daddy'll be home soon." "Daddy'll be home soon." "Shh, shh." "Don't cry." "Don't cry." "Don't cry." "Daddy'll be home soon." "Daddy'll be home soon." "Oh!" "No, you cry." "You wanna cry?" "You cry if you want to." "Go on, darling, cry!" "Hell, let's both make some noise!" "♪ (CARA SINGS: ♪ ♪ SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER) ♪" "♪ Yes, we will gather at the river ♪" "♪ The beautiful, beautiful river ♪" "♪ Yes, we will gather at the river dd ♪" "(GROWLING)" "(MOUTHS SILENTLY)" "(WHINING)" "(BABY CRYING)" "Git!" "(WHINING)" "Did you see that?" "I got the one wearing my green apron!" "Run, you damn cowards." "Get your yellow butts outta here!" "(GROWLING)" "Six..." "You'll be hot after this." "One, two... (GROWLS)" "By the time you return with the woman and the baby," "I will have your cartridges ready." "Until then." "Much obliged, but..." "never had much use for one." "I know I can't repay you for what you've done, but..." "No, please." "No, you take it." "It's Marston's." "In that case..." "Are you certain you won't stay the night?" "You need the rest." "No, ma'am." "Klaus should be here with the horses by now." "I'd best be getting back." "Get back inside." "What?" "Now!" "Get here!" "No!" "Around the front." "Oliver, with me." "Check the lane." "(GRUNTING)" "What the hell's going on?" "He's out the front." "Get out!" "We got him." "Watch the windows." "Upstairs." "Get 'round the back." "(GUNS SHOOTING)" "(YELLING AND CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)" "(COUGHING)" "(GRUNTING)" "(YELLING AND CHATTERING CONTINUES)" "You, with clean water." "Quick!" "Hmm." "Oh, shit!" "He's done for." "The bloody place is falling apart." "Quigley!" "Hey, get 'round here!" "(SCREAMING)" "Nobody could live through that." "(GRUNTING)" "Did you see where he went?" "It's pitch black there." "He couldn't have made it." "Why not?" "Go down and have a look." "No, no." "You go." "I'll stay here." "Excuse me." "I give up!" "Quigley!" "Hey, don't shoot." "There." "See?" "Look." "Nothing." "You might wanna try your luck with that belly gun." "Then again, you might not." "That's what I figured." "KLAUS:" "Mama." "Mama." "Mama!" "(CRYING)" "Klaus, my..." "Why?" "(CRYING)" "(HORSE RUNNING)" "Now, you take a good look." "Even if you kill me, Marston'll catch ya." "He's coming for ya." "I ain't gonna kill ya." "'Cause you're gonna go tell Marston I'm coming after him." "Now git." "(HORSES NEIGHING, SHEEP BLEATING)" "Get here." "Get here quick!" "Don't bother to knock, will you?" "Quigley's coming." "He's killed two for sure, Paddy and Oliver." "Quigley said to tell you he's coming for you." "He'll get us all." "I know he will." "Oh, shut up." "One man, and he's beaten all of you." "Brophy, you and Mitchell ride with me as far as the gap." "Dobkin, get every available man." "I'll find Ashley-Pitt." "Yes, sir." "And get him out of here." "He's bleeding all over the rug." "(FLIES BUZZING)" "(RIFLE COCKING)" "Lady?" "You OK?" "(GASPING)" "No, no." "It's all right." "What happened?" "The Comanches came." "But Little Bitty's just fine." "I killed the Comanches, and he's just..." "He's just fine, honey." "You're quite a woman, Cora." "You get any sage hens?" "I got the next best thing." "(CHUCKLING)" "They didn't have a red one." "Oh." "No matter." "Is it pretty?" "Looks good on me." "(LAUGHING)" "I missed you." "You did?" "Who'd you miss?" "You." "Me?" "Not that other fella?" "You." "I don't want you to go." "You sure look pretty in that new blue dress." "If you go after Marston, he'll kill you." "Kid, next time she talks like that, pee all over the dress." "You have every right to your happiness, Cora." "(MEN SPEAKING ABORIGINE)" "(BABY CRYING)" "(MAN SPEAKING ABORIGINE)" "(SIGHING)" "I don't suppose I can convince you." "No, sir." "I will see to it that she gets out of here safely." "Thank you." "You know something, lady?" "I ain't figured you out yet." "Good." "Crazy people are blessed that way, don't you know?" "I'll never see you again, will I?" "Mmm." "You sure look pretty in the morning sun." "Bye." "(HORSE SNORTING)" "(DOG BARKING)" "(DOOR OPENING)" "Everything ready?" "There are two men at the front and one at the back." "Scotty's riding up to patrol to the ridge." "Mr. Marston, the men were wondering if the man who kills Quigley will get the 200 pounds in gold." "The reward you posted." "Who asked you about it?" "Cavanagh." "Have Cavanagh guard the front porch." "Tell him to wear my coat and hat." "(PISTOL FIRING)" "Marston." "He's around the back." "What the hell is he doing?" "(PISTOL FIRING)" "Emptying his revolver." "He wants it freshly loaded for the night." "(PISTOL FIRING)" "Do you think he's losing his cabbage?" "(PISTOL FIRING)" "(GUN FIRING IN DISTANCE)" "(HORSE WHINNYING, DOG BARKING)" "Maybe Scotty's got Quigley." "(GUN FIRING IN DISTANCE)" "(HORSE GALLOPING)" "(HORSE SQUEALING)" ""Anyone can leave safely before dawn except Marston." ""Most cordially, Matthew Quigley." He must think I'm stupid." "This means he's gonna try and spring something on us during the night." "All right." "Nobody sleeps." "Give me that." "(YAWNING)" "(IMITATES PISTOL FIRING)" "Stay awake." "(HORSE WHINNYING)" "Marston!" "Mr. Marston!" "They're gone." "What?" "Three men ran off." "Giniven, Kelly..." "Why the hell didn't you stop them?" "(BULLET APPROACHING) (YELLING)" "(RIFLE FIRING)" "Where is he?" "He's gotta be way up there, in the cutting." "So much for Cavanagh's reward." "That bastard's been sitting waiting for two idiots to line up in his sights." "All right." "We'll do the last thing Quigley expects." "(HORSE NICKERING)" "Come on." "He's cleared out." "Let's get back to the station." "Get up there." "(HORSE WHINNYING)" "(GRUNTING)" "Ya!" "(HORSE SQUEALING)" "(YELLING)" "Ya!" "(ROPE SNAPPING)" "(YELLING)" "(GRUNTING)" "I'm hurt, Quigley." "I'll do you no harm." "You throw that hog-leg away." "Easy." "On your feet." "(BULLET RICOCHETING)" "(BULLETS RICOCHETING)" "(BULLET RICOCHETING)" "Jesus!" "Brophy, get 'round to the side there." "Make it harder for him." "I'll cover you." "This rock's covering me fine." "Move, you gutless bloody wonder." "(GRUNTING)" "Close in on him." "(ROCKS FALLING)" "Brophy!" "(YELLING)" "(EXHALING)" "I can bounce the next one clean through ya." "How brave are ya?" "I'm coming out." "That ain't real brave, but it is smart." "(GUN FIRING) (GRUNTING)" "(LAUGHING)" "(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)" "(PUNCH THROWN) (GRUNTS)" "(PISTOL COCKING)" "I got him!" "I got Quigley!" "(GRUNTING)" "Got a gift for you, Mr. Marston." "Quigley, alive." "Well, half alive." "Good work, you two." "(GRUNTING)" "Well, well, well." "Mr. Quigley..." "good of you to drop in again." "(QUIGLEY SAYING NOTHING)" "What?" "Nothing clever to say?" "The great Quigley." "This is what you were all afraid of." "Bring him over here and stand him up." "(GRUNTING)" "Stand up." "Cut him loose." "Now put his rifle..." "on the ground in front of him." "No." "Throw it away." "O'Flynn, go and get my second revolver." "I know how much you'd like to have your rifle with you, at this moment, but I think you'll find that I've got a much better idea." "Stick it in his belt." "Go on!" "I seem to remember you're not too familiar with Colonel Colt's revolver, so this will be your first lesson." "Don't worry." "Mr. Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn will ensure that it's a fair contest." "I'll just back up a few paces." "And to your left a bit." "That's it." "Now you're right in front of my old pistol target." "Some men are born in the wrong century." "I think I was born on the wrong continent." "(CHUCKLING)" "Oh, by the way, you're fired." "This ain't Dodge City." "And you ain't Bill Hickok." "(GASPING FOR BREATH)" "(SPUTTERING)" "I said I never had much use for one." "Never said I didn't know how to use it." "(CHUCKLING)" "(EXHALING)" "(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)" "(EXHALING)" "Somewhat the worse for wear..." "This appears to be Quigley." "I think you have a lot to explain, sir." "Not that it will do you any good." "Sergeant." "In pursuance of a warrant, duly attested by a justice of the peace, you are hereby charged with numerous and serious crimes, including murder..." "In short, this paperwork says that we can hang you." "I ain't gonna swing on no gallows." "Well." "You can always be shot..." "on the way to your trial." "While trying to escape, of course." "Or you can die right here, bearing arms against the army of Her Majesty the Queen." "The decision... (ABORIGINE VOICES CHANTING)" "(WIND BLOWING)" "(CHANTING)" "(CLEARING THROAT)" "(CHANTING)" "(GRUNTING)" "(OVERLAPPING CHATTERING)" "All right, come on!" "When's the next boat leaving?" "For Europe or the Americas?" "America." "Let's see here." "I've got one leaving this afternoon for San Francisco." "Mm-hmm." "Your name, sir?" "Name?" "Roy." "Roy Cobb." "How many?" "Two." "I got something I wanna say to you." "I got a couple of things I wanna say to you, too." "Remember, once, you told me before you'd make love to me I had to say two words?" "What's that?" "Matthew Quigley."