Heaven's Gate Page #2

A citizen steals

to keep his family from starving -

and they-they threaten them off or kill them.

- Goddamn.

- I'll tell you something, Jim.

I'll tell you something.

If the rich could hire others

to do their dying for them...

the poor could make a wonderful living.

Money.

- The Arab horse is yours, too, I see.

- Well, that's a fine-looking animal.

Take him on down to the stable.

It's getting more crowded

every day, isn't it?

Those poor sons of b*tches sit around weeks

waiting for claims verifications.

Do they know

what's waiting for them out here?

No, they don't. They do not.

They just sit here

in the a**hole of creation...

some of them starving

right in front of my eyes.

Babies too.

Every damn day, I swear I'm not

gonna give 'em another penny.

I'm a poor citizen myself.

What can you do?

I'm as human as the next citizen.

I'm a human being, ain't I?

I'm not ashamed of it.

I tell - I tell you, Jim.

I got so I can't stand this job already.

- There you go, Cully. It's on me this time.

- You don't have to do that, Jim.

What do you want

to go and do a thing like that for?

Harness up the Studebaker for me, will you?

I'll be back for it presently.

Well, I - I'll put your grip in there for you.

Set this up there in that carriage.

I don't want to see a scratch on it.

Say, Jim! Jim!

Jim!

Jim! Watch yourself.

I mean take care of yourself.

Aw, I don't - I don't know what I mean.

Thanks, Cully.

Don't let these citizens get to you.

Yeah. You know that.

Show me that other Browning there.

Well balanced.

Bill, how you doin'?

Dudley, I do believe

I am finally workin' for a rich firm.

- George, we'll pick up the extra men.

- How many hands has he got?

- He's got five dozen. I got -

- Hi. How you doin', George?

How many gun hands you -

- Association?

- Name's Morrison.

Sign here.

I want a new suit of clothes

and a Witte's Special 12-gauge shotgun.

Suits are over there at the self-service rack.

I'll get the other.

Association?

No. Where's Zindel?

Died. Apoplexy.

Well, you struck it rich here, friend.

Mister, I ain't got spit enough

to pass the time of day.

- What can I do for you?

- Winchester '66. Brandy - B&B.

I think I'll go with the other one.

I feel like these immigrants

comin' in here these days are -

I think that's enough, friend.

I said you already won.

Says who, old man?

I can't believe you fixed your mouth

to say that, boy.

You people go back where you came from.

Go back where you came from!

Hey, Jim!

What's going on here, Cully?

Well, you hear a lot of things

around a rail depot, Jim.

Rumors mostly.

Listen, I-I -

I can't aff -

I can't afford to get involved.

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