The Wild Bunch

Get them over.

Oh, no.

Do not drink wine nor strong drink, thou, nor thy sons with thee...

least ye shall die. Look not, though, upon the wine when it is red...

and when it bringeth his color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright...

at the last, it biteth like a serpent and stings like an adder.

Now, folks...

that's from the Good Book, but in this here town...

it's 5 cents a glass.

Five cents a glass.

Does anyone really think that that is the price of a drink?

The price of a drink.

Let him decide who has lost his courage and his pride...

who lies a groveling heap of clay not far removed...

All's quiet, sir.

Let's fall in.

Follow me.

I beg your pardon, ma'am.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. - Allow me, ma'am.

- Thank you. - May I?

Thank you.

Thornton, wake up. Soldiers. Take a look.

I don't care what you meant to do, it's what you did that I don't like.

You've inconvenienced this lady, made a fool of yourself and this railroad.

Now, I want you to apologize to this...

Yes, sir, can I help you?

If they move, kill them.

Is he with them?

He's there.

Okay, hold your fire. Get down. Come on, wait till they come out.

I can nail him.

He said, wait!

What if they slip out the back?

It's covered, you two-bit redneck peckerwood.

Abe.

I solemnly promise...

God helping me...

I solemnly promise, God helping me...

to abstain from all distilled, fermented malt liquors, including wine, beer and cider.

To abstain from liquors, including wine, cider and beer.

People marching and singing on the street. They'll pass the horses.

We'll join them.

The Temperance Union?

- They should have been told. - Told what?

How long could anybody in this manure pile shut his mouth?

Rifles.

One... No, three.

Maybe more. There, on the roof.

Get down.

Son of a bitch.

- Lyle, Dutch. - What are they, bounty hunters?

Hell, I wouldn't know.

Buck, with Abe.

- I kill them now? - Hold them as long as you can...

until the shooting starts.

I'll hold them till hell freezes or you say different.

When I kick him out, blast them. We'll make a run for it.

C.L., give me that shotgun.

Set?

Let's go!

Good luck, boys.

They're blowing this town all to hell.

You trash.

Now you just hush, now.

Hey, they was playing "Gather at the River."

You know that one?

Sing it.

Sing it, come on.

Come on, you lazy bastard.

I'm coming, damn it.

Hey, they've cleared out, for chrissake.

Let's go, T.C.

Let's go!

Take him.

Oh, he's mine.

- He's mine. - Mr. Harrington. Mr. Harrington.

- He's mine. - You know damn well I shot this one.

- Look at the size of that hole. - Dig out that bullet...

- and see if it ain't my ought-six. - Goddamn it, you know I shot this one.

You'd claim the whole thing, wouldn't you?

They have any money?

Oh, damn. Damn, I can't get his belt off.

You telling me you shot him and I didn't hit him?

You stupid damn fools.

Why did you shoot this employee and let the others get away?

I didn't shoot him. My first shot killed this man.

Liar! He was shooting that employee full of holes while I was dropping this bandit.

And them others too. I must have killed all three of them.

You killed all three? What was we doing up on that roof?

- Liar! Black liar! - You shouldn't talk like that to me.

I'm sorry.

Come on, T.C., help me get his boots.

I think... I think this will do pretty good.

Harrigan.

The next time, plan your massacre more carefully, or I'll start with you.

Why didn't you kill Pike when you had the chance?

Hey.

Hey, stop. Stop.

Feathers flew like a turkey.

Well, they shouldn't have run. They shouldn't have run.

Sing!

Well, how would you like to kiss my sister's black cat's ass?

This is better than a hog killing.

Get them out of here.

Go on, get out. Get them out of here.

We're holding you and your damned railroad responsible for this carnage.

- Mr. Benson... - Innocent people are dead.

Women dying and mangled because you used our town as a battlefield.

You'll pay! The railroad is gonna pay for our loss!

We were trying to catch a band of outlaws.

You lured that gang in here.

The railroad has been blabbing about a big silver payload for weeks.

We represent the law.

My back.

Pike, that you? I can ride, Pike. I can ride.

I can't see, but I can ride.

I can't ride. Finish it, Mr. Bish...

You boys want to move on, or stay here and give him a decent burial?

He was a good man, and I think we ought to bury him.

He's dead. He's got a lot of good men back there to keep him company.

Too damn many.

Well, I think the boys are right.

I'd like to say a few words for the dear, dead departed.

And maybe a few hymns would be in order. Followed by a church supper, with a choir.

You crazy bastards. Both of you.

Bishop, Engstrom, the Gorch brothers...

amount to a total of $4500, and you let them ride out on you.

When the hard money value of the men you killed, less my commission...

adds up to $500.

Any of those pelts would have not only cleared you with the company...

but given you a bundle of money.

We'll do better next time.

We'd do anything you say, but we would appreciate liquor money.

There won't be any tonight. You go after them in 10 minutes.

Get them. Get Pike, and you'll be rich.

And if one of you tries to quit on me, I'll pay a bonus of $1 000...

to the man that kills him.

Well, let's pack our things.

- Mr. Harrigan... - Why should I let you go?

- We've been over that. - You might run off, might join them again.

- You'd like that. - What I like and what I need are different.

Listen, Mr. Harrigan.

I don't wanna go back to prison. Never again.

But it's got to be my way. I need good men. You saw what happened.

Use what you have and see that it doesn't happen again.

Or you'll spend your life behind bars.

- Run, I'll be after you. So will they. - I gave my word.

Well, we'll see what it's worth.

Six minutes.

Tell me, Mr. Harrigan, how does it feel? Getting paid for it?

Getting paid to sit back and hire your killings...

with the law's arms around you.

How does it feel to be so goddamn right?

- Good. - You dirty son of a bitch.

You've got 30 days to get Pike, or 30 days back to Yuma.

You're my Judas goat, Mr. Thornton.

I want all of them back here, head down over a saddle.

Thirty days to get Pike, or 30 days back to Yuma.

I don't see nothing so lindo about it.

Just looks like more Texas, far as I'm concerned.

You have no eyes.

We've got a half-hour of light. Let's go.

Hello, little fella.

- Them others... - They're not coming.

- None of them? - Nope.

- But I got horses and saddles, like you said. - We'll need them. They won't.

Now, about the sharing up.

The sharing up will be the same as always.

Well, me and Tector don't think that he ought to get the same amount.

He's starting out, and this is mine and Tector's opening for a new territory.

That's right. And I figure a share to that old goat...

for watching them horses is damn sure a share too much.

So we decided...

it ain't fair.

You two boys don't like equal shares, why in the hell don't you just take all of it?

Why don't you answer me, you damn yellow-live red trash?

- Now, you know... - I don't know a damn thing...

except I either lead this bunch or end it right now.

All right.

We divide it up just like you say.

Chick, chick, chick, chick...

- Silver rings. - Silver rings, your butt.

- Them is washers. Damn! - Bastards.

Washers.

We shot our way out of that town for a dollar's worth of steel holes.

- They set it up. - They? Who in the hell is "they"?

They?

Why, they is just plain and fancy they. That's who they is.

Caught you, didn't they?

Tied a tin can to your tail. Led you in and waltzed you out again.

Oh, my, what a bunch.

Big, tough ones, eh?

Here you are with a handful of holes, a thumb up your ass...

and a big grin to pass the time of day with.

"They. Who the hell is they?"

Railroad men...

bounty hunters...

Deke Thornton.

Deke Thornton?

He was one of them?