That Dirty Black Bag

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I'm looking for a fella, carries a Bowie knife

with eye wrote into the handle.

I don't know anyone like that.

- - Jesus Christ!

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If you had, I might've let you live.

Fucking bounty hunter.

Fuck you!

That's enough for the horses.

Shit.

Michelle, the horses.

We could come with you.

I already told you I'll be quicker alone.

Well take this then.

No, that's for you and Dorian.

Don't worry, I'll find some more.

You'll be back riding Brownie by tonight, all right.

I promise.

Hey, Mr., there's still gold in Greenvale,

have a look.

You can have it for some water.

- Steve. - Sheriff.

Two of them are brown and one's a

skewbald white...

I know what your horses look like, Steve.

What do you want me to do?

Well, if you went after the Wilson brothers...

You think Thompson stole them?

They work for him.

Well, I thought you just said they were gone

by the time got there.

I know it was him, Sheriff.

Steve, I know how you feel about the man.

I know you think you're making some pretty wild assumptions there.

I mean, what with the livestock shortage

could've been anyone, right?

It's not the livestock he's after.

It's my land.

I told you he's been harassing me

and you still continue to sit there.

You...

I need those horses, Sheriff.

I need to plow my land.

Why?

Has it rained in the last five goddamn years?

This year it will.

'Cause God decreed it.

Yes.

Listen, Steve, you're a farmer, right?

Farming's what you do, I understand that

but if he's offering you this crazy kind of money

for that piece of shit land, why don't you just sell it?

Get the fuck outta here.

Buy another piece of land far, far away.

Start over. Not many people get that opportunity.

I don't wanna start over.

God has given us another chance.

We can go back to what we were before the gold rush.

Farmers.

I plow the dry earth every day since...

- - When it rains.

What?

Better see for yourself.

I'll see what I can do.

I'll be right here.

Thought you might.

What can I do for you, folks?

Quinn's back, Sheriff.

- Oh, Quinn. - That's right.

You gave your word he weren't gonna bother us no more.

And did he bother your daughter?

- No, but... - Well, it looks like I kept my word.

Why don't you do something, Sheriff?

Did I say I was not gonna do something about it?

Now you people do your job and I'll do mine.

All right?

Next time you have something to tell me

a couple of you will do not the whole goddamn town.

Now, go on, get outta here.

You heard the Sheriff, get moving.

That's Quinn's final warning.

So, what's the plan?

Plan is we're gonna earn the paycheck

these people provide us with.

I'm coming too, right?

Nope.

Come on, Sheriff, I can be just as good...

New Deputies do not question orders, they obey them.

You understand?

You understand?

Yes.

So what you gonna do?

Wait for further orders.

That's right.

Make a fine Sheriff one day.

If he's not dead.

You'll make it, kid.

Mr. Thompson.

This'll blast you a hole 10 feet deep.

This will get you down to 20.

But the miners will have to take it from there.

There are no miners here anymore.

Francis, I need to get all the way

to the center of the earth.

On my own.

Ooh.

These are from Germany.

Soluble nether.

They're much more stable than nitroglycerine.

How does it react with benzene?

Mix it with benzene and you risk

meeting the devil in person, Sir.

Then I'll take all you got.

Isn't that a pressure balancer?

Very good, Sir.

Works with blood interfusion.

Doesn't it really work?

I can't say for sure.

There's only two in existence.

And the man I sold the other one to is no longer with us.

Wow.

The original mother.

Created 1833 in Sardinia.

In all probability,

it's the first revolver in human history.

My gift to you.

No, Francis, no I can't accept that.

Please.

You and your father were my very first clients.

You trusted my merchandise when many wouldn't.

It fills me with enormous joy.

When you come back this way,

I'm gonna decorate your entire wagon in gold.

- - In the meantime...

Hey, Mr. Wilson, go fetch those two beautiful horses

we got from the farmer yesterday.

- - My gift to you.

Now, what do I owe you for the explosives?

Oh, Quinn?

Hey, Quinn?

You remember the one about the snake?

Goes back to his lair, gets killed by the other snake.

Give him time.

See how he wants to check out.

Christ, McCoy, rather take a bullet

then stay out here in this heat.

Let's just do what we came to.

Are you the Sheriff or am I?

We move when I tell us to move.

- You piece of... -

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Who the hell are you? Where's Quinn?

Oh, Quinn.

Wanting for rape and murder in three separate counties.

That's the one.

He's in here.

And who might you be?

I'm Red Bill.

Red Bill.

The head weighs less than the body.

Careful, Sheriff, if you disfigure those faces,

how are you gonna recognize 'em?

Why would I wanna recognize 'em?

So you can pay me the bounties you owe on 'em.

You gotta be kidding me, right?

No, that's the law.