Dead Man Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 121 min
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Hell, only, a pinto ain't
rightly a horse to fret much
about, if the truth be told.
Shut up!
the finest killers of men and Indians...
in this here
half of the world.
Cole Wilson,
your reputation is already a legend.
You I know I can trust.
Conway Twill, you're
a real good killer,
but be sure you keep
that goddamn trap shut.
And Johnny
"The Kid" Pickett.
I heard tell
you killed 14 men.
I doubt you've seen
that many years,
and I ain't even gonna tell you
- I always work alone.
- Uh, excuse me there, Mr. Dickinson,
but, uh, rightly I, I never
have worked with anyone else either.
- I never have.
- Uh, yeah, m-me neither.
Shut up!
My boy Charlie is dead!
Oh, I ain't askin' this time.
I'm tellin',
and if somebody don't
like it, I'm prepared to do
a little killin' of my own.
Now, that bastard
couldn't have got too far yet.
Well, why don't we just
say there, Mr. Dickinson, sir,
uh, fresh in the mornin'.
I mean, it's
well after noon now,
and time we get finished,
all packed up and...
I want him brought here to me...
alive or dead don't matter,
though I reckon dead
would be easier.
I'm a-hirin' you boys
on an exclusive basis,
and I'm willin' to pay more money
than you've ever seen before.
Boys,
the hunt is on.
Stupid f***ing
white man.
I want this out
over the wires.
Post a $500 reward
from here to hell and back.
Notify every marshal, deputy
and possum-skinnin' lowlife
in the goddamn territory.
Bring everybody in.
I want that bastard's head.
And make sure you include
a full description of my pinto.
I want that horse back.
Goddamn pinto is a stupid damn animal.
Stupid as the day
is long.
Got his heart so set on one.
Buy yourself a sorrel horse...
and paint some white spots on him
as far as I'm concerned.
Jesus Christ.
Course, ya can't put much stock
in a man who spends the most
part of a conversation...
talkin' to a bear.
Talkin'
to a goddamn bear.
The round stones
beneath the earth...
have spoken
through the fire.
What?
Things which are alike,
in nature, grow to look alike,
and the speaking stones have lain
a long time lookin' at the sun.
The speaking stones?
Some believe
they descend with the lightning,
but I believe they are on the ground
and are projected downward by the bolt.
Did you kill the white man
who killed you?
I'm not dead.
What name were you given
Blake.
William Blake.
Is this a lie?
Or a white man's trick?
No, I'm William Blake.
Then you are a dead man.
I'm sorry. I d...
I don't understand.
Is your name really
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