THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES
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THE OUTLAW JOSEY WALES
JOSEY: Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?
JOSEY: You a bounty hunter?
BOUNTY HUNTER: A man has to do something these days to earn a living.
JOSEY: Dyin' ain't much of a living boy.
JOSEY: There are three kinds of suns in Missouri: Sunshines, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches.
JAMIE: Wish we had time to bury them fellows.
JOSEY: To hell with them fellows. (Spits tobacco) Buzzards gotta eat... same as worms.
JOSEY: I reckon so.
CARPETBAGGER: Your young friend could use some help. This is it. One dollar a bottle. It works wonders on wounds.
JOSEY: Works wonders on just about everything, huh?
CARPETBAGGER: It can do most anything.
JOSEY: (Spits wad of chewing tobacco onto the carpetbagger's jacket) How is it with stains?
JOSEY: I don't want nobody belonging to me.
JOSEY: Chief, I was just wondering, I suppose that mangy red-boned hound's got nowhere else to go either. (Spits tobacco on the dog) He might as well ride along with us. Hell, everybody else is.
JOSEY: When I get to liking someone, they ain't around long.
LONE WATIE: I notice when you get to disliking someone they ain't around for long neither.
LONE WATIE: Why don't you stay with us? Be our partner? They won't miss you, maybe they'll forget you.
JOSEY: You know there ain't no forgetting.
JOSEY: Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you're not gonna make it, then you got to get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean! Cause if you lose your head and you give up, then you neither live nor win. That's just the way it is.
JOSEY: You be Ten Bears?
TEN BEARS: I am Ten Bears.
JOSEY: (Spits tobacco) I'm Josey Wales.
TEN BEARS: I have heard. You're the Gray Rider. You would not make peace with the Blue Coats. You may go in peace.
JOSEY: I reckon not. Got nowhere to go.
TEN BEARS: Then you will die.
JOSEY: I came here to die with you. Or live with you. Dying ain't so hard for men like you and me, it's living that's hard; when all you ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don't live together, people live together. With governments you don't always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well I've come here to give you either one, or get either one from you. I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true. And that my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now, we'll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does. And every spring when the grass turns green and the Comanche moves north, he can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That's my word of life.
TEN BEARS: And your word of death?
JOSEY: It's here in my pistols, there in your rifles. I'm here for either one.
TEN BEARS: These things you say we will have, we already have.
JOSEY: That's true. I ain't promising you nothing extra. I'm just giving you life and you're giving me life. And I'm saying that men can live together without butchering one another.
TEN BEARS: It's sad that governments are chiefed by the double-tongues. There is iron in your word of death for all Comanche to see. And so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron, it must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life... or death. It shall be life. (He takes his knife and cuts his hand. Josey does the same and they grasp each other's hand.) So shall it be.
JOSEY: Sometimes trouble just follows a man.
FLETCHER: I don't believe that story about Josey Wales.
TEN SPOT: You don't?
FLETCHER: No sir, I don't. I don't believe no five pistoleros could do in Josey Wales.
ROSE: Maybe it was six. Could have even been ten.
FLETCHER: I think he's still alive.
TEN SPOT: Alive? (Laughs nervously) No sir.
(Josey steps down from the saloon, with his back to Fletcher.)
FLETCHER: I think I'll go down to Mexico to try to find him.
(Josey turns to face him, the men look at each other.)
JOSEY: And then?
FLETCHER: (Slowly approaches Josey) He's got the first move. I owe him that. I think I'll try to tell him the war is over.
(Josey nods slightly, as Fletcher notices blood dripping down onto Josey's boot.)
FLETCHER: What do you say, Mr. Wilson?
JOSEY: I reckon so. (Long pause, as Josey thinks of leaving, then turns back toward Fletcher) I guess we all died a little in that damn war. (Josey slowly mounts his horse, and rides away.)
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