The Sisters Brothers

Man: Hey! This is the sisters brothers.

The commodore sent us. He knows you have blount.

Hand him over and the rest of you will live.

Man: Goddamn!

Man: I can't see shit.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Okay.

Man: Fuck. It's not him.

Man 2: Kick it.

Man 3: Holy shit!

Blount: No! No!

Please!

Man 2: Charlie. Hey, did you get him?

Charlie: Yeah, he's dead.

- Man 2: The barn. - Charlie: What?

Man 2: The barn!

- Charlie: What are you doing? - Man 2: I'm not walking home.

Charlie: Eli! Ei!

Don't be fucking stupid, let's go!

Charlie: Come on! They're just fucking horses! Eli!

Eli.

Eli: How many d'you think we've killed?

Charlie: I don't know. Six, seven?

Charlie: What?

Eli: Well, we fucked that up real good.

Eli: What did the commodore say?

Did you mention the horses?

Charlie: Let's go get a drink.

Charlie: He said if there'd been a lead man,

we wouldn't have had problems at the blount ranch.

He says for the next job, we need to have a lead man.

Eli: What's it mean about money?

It means more for me.

No. My money, I mean. Same as before?

Well, no. Less, obviously.

If the commodore wants to pay for a lead man, that's fine.

But it's bad business to short the man underneath.

You're not asking what the job is?

No.

Are you pouting?

Charlie: Hey. Fuck off, we're not done yet.

I'll tell you anyways.

We have to go south and find Morris.

- The commodore's John Morris? - Mm-hmm.

Why do we have to find Morris?

He's after a prospector named hermann Kermit warm.

Great. He can find him and kill him, then.

End of story.

Morris is a scout, he's not a killer.

The mission is, Morris finds warm, he holds him,

we come in and finish the job. That's the mission.

What about the horses?

What's your goddamn problem with the horses?

The commodore told us he would get us new horses.

Isn't that what he did?

No. For you he got a new horse.

For me, he made room in his stable

and got rid of some horse meat.

Don't you think we should talk about this later?

No, I don't need the horse later.

I need it now, for the job.

The horse is fine. Stop being a baby.

Is it the words "go halves" you don't like?

The lead man is paying.

- Charlie: It's open. - Man: Thanks.

Man: Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, come cut the back of this for me.

Just cut it off.

You look funny.

Eli: What did this hermann warm do?

Charlie: He stole something from the commodore.

Eli: Don't you find it strange,

all these men foolish enough to steal

from such a dangerous man?

How do they even steal anything at all?

We know how cautious the commodore is.

Caution has nothing to do with it.

He does business in every corner of the country,

even overseas.

The man can't be everywhere at once.

It stands to reason he'd be victimized.

Victimized?

Yes, victimized.

The commodore is victimized?

Well, what would you call it?

If a man is forced to protect his fortune

with the likes of us, what would you call it?

Not victimized.

You're not gonna start nitpicking

over every word, are you?

What's your problem? Are you upset?

You're upset because I'm the lead man? Is that it?

If that's it, say so, but stop splitting hairs.

I'm not splitting hairs.

You're using a strange word and I'm making you take notice.

Charlie: Tell me something.

Could it be your miss Emilia partridge?

Eli: What are you talking about?

Could it be the school teacher

that gave you that silly red scarf?

The one you keep folding and unfolding in secret.

It's called a shawl.

Am I not entitled to any privacy?

- You made plans with her? - Plans?

Start a family, have children, marry her, something like that.

Eli: I don't know.

Why are you so interested all of a sudden?

I was just wondering about family.

You remember how pa was with ma?

Eli: Yes, Charlie, I remember.

Makes you think.

You're not scared to reproduce yourself?

You do realize that our father was stark-raving mad

and we got his foul blood in our veins?

Our father drank, Charlie.

Touché.

That was his gift to us.

That blood.

That's why we're good at what we do.

Man: The wheel of the wagon!

Get that wheel down.

Man: Pull!

- Man 2: Come on, heave! - Men: Ho!

- Man 2: Heave! - Men: Ho!

Man: Come on, pull!

Man 2: Harder!

- Man 2: Pull! - Man 3: Pull!

Man: Forty cents, half a day.

Woman: Want some water?

Morris: May 15th. Myrtle creek, Oregon.

Want a little bit more of that...?

The gold rush has made the detective's job much easier.

When you look for a woman, a man,

a horse or a dog, just follow the gold.

And soon enough, you'll find whom or what you're after.

Hermann Kermit warm.

Eats messily...

Five foot six, lean, dark skin, no friends,

no baggage, no money.

Sheamus, do you have any cigarettes?

No, I don't got any more.

Charlie: Sisters. S-i-s-t-e-r-s, like "sisters."

No, uh, nothing. I would have remembered.

Well, let's hope no news is good news.

What's the next town on the trail?

Myrtle creek.

- Charlie: How far? - Two days.

Storekeeper: Does that interest you, sir?

What is it?

It's a toothbrush, sir.

To keep your teeth longer and your breath fresher,

and you use it with this powder.

Thank you.

Charlie: Hey. What kind of boots do you have?

Storekeeper: I'll be right with you, sir.

What size do you take, sir?

It's good. Is it vegetables?

Borscht.

- I taste dill. - Borscht.

Man: Get out!

Man: Stop!

- Man: Get outta here! - Charlie: Five, six...

Charlie: Seven, eight, nine...

Oh, where did you go? Where did you go?

Go home, you fools.

Charlie: Fucking cowards!

Oh come on!

No one wants to measure themselves up

against Charlie sisters?

No one, really?

- Stand up. Come on. - Wait.

I'm okay.

Don't judge me, please.

Some days we're stronger than others.

Man: More planks!

Morris: May 17th, wolf creek.

I travel through places that didn't exist three months ago.

First there are tents, then houses.

Then two months later, shops with women

fiercely discussing the price of flour.

I found this line by Thoreau.

"This town too lies out..."

Have we seen each other before?

We know each other.

No, I don't think so.

You were in myrtle creek two days ago.

Yes, I was, like many other folk.

Oh. Are you heading to San Francisco?

No, just to Jacksonville.

To work?

- Yes. - Oh.

Man: Remember when that bull charged in the theater?

You?

San Francisco?

Gold?

Yes, like many other folk.

May I tell you something, sir?

Of course.

Typically, when a man wishes another man good day,

he smiles while facing the other person;