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BUCK:
Some salt, sugar...

NATHAN:
This is one hell of a store, mister. A complete medical kit.
EZRA:
And some very fine haberdashery, I might add.
NATHAN:
Say, Buck...
BUCK:
Yeah?
NATHAN:
That look familiar?
BUCK:
Come over here. I said come over here!
STOREKEEPER:
Yes, sir.
BUCK:
Show me that gun. Show me the gun now!
STOREKEEPER:
Let's... where is that key?
BUCK:
I got the keys. That's Chris'.
NATHAN:
Yup.
EZRA:
Just a moment of your time, sir.
BUCK:
Come here! Tell me how you came by that gun.
STOREKEEPER:
( mumbling )
BUCK:
Answer me!

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JESSIE:
Mr. Tanner? What...? What do you want?
VIN:
Me and the boys just want to ask you a few more questions about our friend.
JOSIAH:
No need to be frightened, ma'am.
JESSIE:
Like I said, I didn't see him.
VIN:
Well, we just found his gun for sale in your local store.

JESSIE:
That has nothing to do with me. Maybe your friend sold his gun.
JOSIAH:
Ma'am, the store owner said you sold it to him.
JESSIE:
He's wrong. It's not true.
BUCK:
Aww... she knows more than she's saying and I say we get it out of her!

JESSIE:
Please, preacher, I'm a good Christian woman. I never done harm to no one.
BUCK:
You're a good Christian, then you should start talking right now, lady!
VIN AND NATHAN:
Calm down, Buck!

NATHAN:
Hold on!

JOSIAH:
Now, he's got the devil in him. Now, it's best you tell me how you came by this gun.
BUCK:
Talk, lady.
NATHAN:
Calm down, Buck.
BUCK:
Let go.
JESSIE:
Some men came here... all riled up and drunk. They made me take that gun instead of money. They said to keep quiet or they would come back and kill me.
JOSIAH:
Thank you for your time, ma'am. Sorry to trouble you.
BUCK:
Where's my hat?
NATHAN:
Over there.
BUCK:
That's it?
JOSIAH:
She ain't going to say no more.
BUCK:
She's lyin'.
JOSIAH:
Yup. Nice little show you put on there, Buck.
BUCK:
Thanks very much, Josiah I learned from the best, you know.

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PHILIPS:
You take it easy out there, 78.
GAGE LAWLESS:
How's inmate 46 doing?
CHRIS:
Doc said he's better. You were right. I should have winged your cousin. I was a different man then.
GAGE LAWLESS:
We all were.

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SHERIFF:
Now, look here, Warden. We got a little problem. This Vin Tanner and his bunch they ain't going away.
WARDEN:
Aw, Quince-- you can stop worrying. How many times have I told you... I never forget a name.

SHERIFF:
This him? He's a wanted man.
WARDEN:
Ironic, isn't it?
SHERIFF:
What about the others?
WARDEN:
If the others want Chris Larabee back so bad I say we give him back.
SHERIFF:
Give him back?
WARDEN:
In a box.

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BUCK:
Nobody in there.
JD:
Deputy's down at the saloon.
VIN:
Well, let's go pay him a visit then.
EZRA:
Y'all are worse than General Sherman on a Georgia plantation.

BUCK:
What?
EZRA:
If I may, allow me to interview the deputy.

BUCK:
Why you?
EZRA:
Don't take this the wrong way, but you gentlemen occasionally lack the essential skills of tact and diplomacy.
BUCK:
What are you saying?
JOSIAH:
I think he's saying we're rude.

EZRA:
Rude? No. Rude would be a definite improvement. I'm saying you scare people. And perhaps terrorizing them won't buy you any answers this time.
VIN:
What have you got in mind?

EZRA:
I believe a little subtlety is in order.

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DEPUTY:
So, the gang's breaking up, huh? Well, that's... terrible.
EZRA:
Not really. They're an uncivilized bunch, anyway. Unlike yourself.
DEPUTY:
Well, I guess this Larabee fella wasn't such a special friend after all, was he?
EZRA:
Well... truth be told... we were looking to collect a bounty. Seems Mr. Larabee is wanted for several stagecoach robberies.
DEPUTY:
Dang! I knew there was something fishy about that guy.
EZRA:
Another drink, my friend? More?

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WARDEN:
Inmate 78... get over here. You have a talent for making trouble. I don't like that.
CHRIS:
I'll work on it, sir.
WARDEN:
You just spit on my shoes, Inmate 78.
CHRIS:
I didn't spit on your shoes, Sir.
WARDEN:
Are you calling me a liar?
CHRIS:
No, sir.
WARDEN:
Clean it up, Inmate 78.
CHRIS:
I didn't spit on your shoes.
WARDEN:
Two days in the hole or clean my boots, boy.
PHILIPS:
Sir, you put him in the hole again he's going to die.
WARDEN:
Back away, Mr. Philips.
CHRIS:
You clean them yourself, you fat cow. ( screams )
WARDEN:
Eight days in the hole. Take him down, Mr. Philips.
PHILIPS:
I will not, sir.
GUARD:
Don't back jaw me, you understand? You just mind your own business.
WARDEN:
You're fired, Mr. Philips. Get your belongings and clear out. I want you gone by sunrise.

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DEPUTY:
"Shot my paw..." "Three-legged dog..." ( laughing ) that's the funniest thing I've ever heard. "I'm looking for the man who shot my..."
VIN:
You call this subtle?
SHERIFF:
What the hell...? I thought I recognized you. Seems you're a wanted man.

VIN:
The deputy here was telling us a very interesting story... about the racket you and your ma got going.
SHERIFF:
Well, he's a stone-cold liar. I don't want any trouble from the rest. I understand how you were conned by this here criminal and none of you knew he was wanted for murder in the state of Texas.

NATHAN:
We knew all about it.

SHERIFF:
Make one move and I'll gun you down.
VIN:
On the count of three.
One.
MAN:
This ain't for me.
SHERIFF:
No. I have a warrant from the state of Texas for this murderer's arrest.
VIN:
Two.
STOREKEEPER:
I ain't here for this Quince.
MAN 2:
Deal me out.
SHERIFF:
Wait just... everybody wait a minute. This doesn't have to end in violence.
VIN:
Three.

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( knocking on door )
WARDEN:
Come in. You got it?
( rattlesnake rattling )
WARDEN:
I don't want Chris Larabee to see the morning's light.
( rattling )

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GUARD:
All clear!
CHRIS:
( growling ) ( laughing )
WARDEN:
I guess you still got some spunk left.
CHRIS:
You better pray I don't get out.
WARDEN:
Oh, I'll do more than pray.

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VIN:
Let's have a look at this little prison of yours.
JESSIE:
Hold it right there. You let go of my boy right now or I will scatter your bones from here to the border.
VIN:
We just want our friend back

JESSIE:
You might as well leave. He's already dead.
VIN:
Is that so?
JESSIE:
You let go of Quince.
JOSIAH:
You don't want to pull that trigger, ma'am.
JESSIE:
I will if I have to. You stay back.

JOSIAH:
Now, you've done a lot of wrong to a lot of people... but it ain't too late to mend your
ways.
JESSIE:
Don't come any closer.

JOSIAH:
We ain't gonna hurt your boy... and we ain't gonna cut him lose. The only thing you're accomplishing is getting him killed. Put the gun down. I have faith that you will do the right thing. You do what's best for your son.
JESSIE:
Go to hell, preacher man.
SHERIFF:
Oh, ma...
JOSIAH:
My faith only goes so far, sister.

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WARDEN:
Ever see a man bit by a rattler? His face gets all twisted... muscles lock up. Pretty gruesome sight.
CHRIS:
( grunts ) ( yells )
WARDEN:
I'll bet that hurts real bad, don't it?
CHRIS:
You tell me!

WARDEN:
( grunts ) ( groaning )

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GUARD:
Riders coming.
GUARD 2:
I see 'em.
SHERIFF:
Open the gate. It's Sheriff Quince. Me and the posse Got Vin Tanner here. It's the Larabee gang!
GUARD:
Jail break! Jail break!
BUCK:
Take cover, boys! Take cover!
VIN:
Take cover! Sheriff's gettin' away.

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SHERIFF:
What the hell are you doing?
PHILIPS:
Sending for help from Fort Yuma. We got a prison break.
SHERIFF:
No! No U.S. Army here.

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JD:
Josiah, watch that guy in the tower!

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SHERIFF:
Where's the warden?
PHILIPS:
By the hole where Larabee is. But we ain't got time. We need to send For the army.
SHERIFF:
I said no army. Now open that safe.

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JD:
I'm right behind you, Buck.
BUCK:
Cover me, JD

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( Warden groaning )

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GUARD:
Inside! In here! Close the door!

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BUCK:
We'll keep them pinned down. You go get Chris.
VIN:
Nathan...
NATHAN:
Right here.
VIN:
Go!
VIN:
You take the back.
NATHAN:
Watch yourself.

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PHILIPS:
Where did all this come from?
SHERIFF:
Shut your mouth. There.

SHERIFF:
Shoot him, damn you!
VIN:
Nathan? Nathan... you hit?
NATHAN:
Yeah. But not bad, though.

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GUARD:
Coming out!
EZRA:
Throw out your guns!
GUARD:
I ain't got no gun.
BUCK:
Take it real slow, now.
GUARD:
( coughing )
EZRA:
Line up in an orderly fashion. Thank you.

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SHERIFF:
All right... die! You miserable bastard! You die now! You...
( gun clicking )
CHRIS:
Looking for me?
SHERIFF:
You... you... god... ( groans )
WARDEN:
( wheezing ) Who... are you?

CHRIS:
Inmate 78.

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JOSIAH:
Davis?
DAVIS:
Yes, sir.
JOSIAH:
Adams.
ADAMS:
Right here, sir.
JOSIAH:
Reed...
REED:
Here.
JOSIAH:
Watson...
WATSON:
Here.
JOSIAH:
Simmons. Because you were falsely accused you're free to go. That's all of them.

PHILIPS:
None of us knew about the ransoms.
CHRIS:
Well, you're in charge now. It's up to you to change things.

PHILIPS:
You can be sure of it.
CHRIS:
Boys... let's get the hell out of here. Hyah! Come on!

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