Bone Tomahawk Page #2
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Are you sure you're able to--
Please continue.
What's your
predilection, mister?
You look like you could
use something potent.
Or omnipotent.
It's like a tree fell on you.
Redwood.
Sheriff, it's quiet
enough in here
without the two of
you comin' in here
and scarin' everybody off.
-We got business.
-Important.
Good evening.
You aren't mute, are you?
No.
In civilized towns,
places like Bright Hope,
you look a man direct in the
face when you talk to him.
I didn't do nothing wrong.
I'm just sat in here
having a drink.
I didn't say you did
anything wrong.
What's your name?
- Buddy.
didn't it?
My name is Buddy.
Why are you here?
I'm going to meet someone.
What's today's date?
It seems like if you had
a rendezvous scheduled
you'd know what day it was.
Let me give you an
easier question.
Who did you steal
those clothes from?
I ain't stole nothing!
Why, you're pretty angry
for a guy named "Buddy".
You've been squirting
lemon juice
in my eye since
you came in here.
I didn't commit no crime.
And why are you talkin'
about crime now?
Are you carrying a weapon?
A gun, knife, a letter
opener with a sharp point?
Dynamite?
Nope.
-Deputy.
-Raise your hands.
If you move in a hasty manner,
I'll put a bullet in you.
That's the only thing.
Like I just told you,
I ain't got no weapon.
Because you put 'em
in that hole you dug?
-You alright, old man?
-Oh, yeah.
Oh, I thought I had him.
Grab an arm.
Brooder,
rouse Doc Taylor.
Put coffee in him
if he's liquored.
It's supposed to be elevated
above your heart.
Is this why you buy
so many pillows?
I buy pillows because
they're pretty.
This isn't comfortable.
Well, it's not supposed to be.
So it's correct.
How does it look?
The same.
You know, once the
hellish burnin' stops
You are very welcome.
You're takin' good care of me.
Anything I can do for you?
Yes.
Would you read this out loud?
It's the poem that you
wrote in Wyoming.
Oh, it ain't a poem.
It's just some things I was
thinking and some emotions.
Would you read it to me?
Well...
Feel stupid if I
read it out loud.
It will not. It's beautiful.
Whenever I was alone
I would read it
and I would feel better.
Please?
I can't think of a
polite way out of this.
- That's because there isn't--
What time is it?
- Half past ten.
Mr. and Mrs. O'Dwyer.
It's John Brooder.
I'm here regarding
a medical matter.
Good evening, Mrs. O'Dwyer.
Are you hurt?
Oh, I'm not the injured
party, there was...
A drifter that got quick
with the sheriff.
Shot in the leg?
Shot in the leg.
And, Doc Taylor's in his cups?
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