Part One
TASTANAGI:
( speaking Seminole ) A man child.
MAN:
Gather around.
TASTANAGI:
He is a man child. He shall be called "Osceola." Go to your homes.
( speaking Seminole )
RAIN:
No, I must be with you.
EBAN:
No. Go.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
What is this place?
TASTANAGI:
We are Seminole. This is our home.
SERGEANT DARCY:
We run bunches just like this one out of Florida before the war. Half-breed trash, Colonel. Filthy mix of outlaw Indians and runaway slaves.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
You know what to do, Captain.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
Sir. Company, dismount!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Take food and supplies. I respect no man's law but my own. You can beg your Yankee carpetbagger government for compensation. And you tell them: The Ghosts of the Confederacy will not die.
SOLDIER:
Oh, you want to mess with me?!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Your orders were to take food and supplies. Nothing more. Well. I'll be damned.
( speaking Seminole ) A man child.
MAN:
Gather around.
TASTANAGI:
He is a man child. He shall be called "Osceola." Go to your homes.
( speaking Seminole )
RAIN:
No, I must be with you.
EBAN:
No. Go.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
What is this place?
TASTANAGI:
We are Seminole. This is our home.
SERGEANT DARCY:
We run bunches just like this one out of Florida before the war. Half-breed trash, Colonel. Filthy mix of outlaw Indians and runaway slaves.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
You know what to do, Captain.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
Sir. Company, dismount!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Take food and supplies. I respect no man's law but my own. You can beg your Yankee carpetbagger government for compensation. And you tell them: The Ghosts of the Confederacy will not die.
SOLDIER:
Oh, you want to mess with me?!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Your orders were to take food and supplies. Nothing more. Well. I'll be damned.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Put your little foot, put your little foot, put your little foot, right there put your little foot...
SOLDIER 2:
Give me that! Hell, that ain't nothin' but a bunch of dirt.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
...put your little foot...
SERGEANT DARCY:
Colonel! Look what I found!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
...can't you see my new shoes? Mother bought them for me.
SERGEANT DARCY:
Is that what I think it is, sir?
TASTANAGI:
This is the face of our new land.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Gold. The ancient alchemist thought he could turn lead into gold. But I know I can turn gold into bullets.
Put your little foot, put your little foot, put your little foot, right there put your little foot...
SOLDIER 2:
Give me that! Hell, that ain't nothin' but a bunch of dirt.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
...put your little foot...
SERGEANT DARCY:
Colonel! Look what I found!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
...can't you see my new shoes? Mother bought them for me.
SERGEANT DARCY:
Is that what I think it is, sir?
TASTANAGI:
This is the face of our new land.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Gold. The ancient alchemist thought he could turn lead into gold. But I know I can turn gold into bullets.
SERGEANT
DARCY:
Fire! Reload. Reload!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
I would appreciate knowing Where your gold is coming from.
TASTANAGI:
There is no more.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
No, of course there isn't. I guess we need another demonstration.
SERGEANT DARCY:
Swing it around.
TROOPER:
Swing it around.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
I'm afraid I must insist on an answer.
TASTANAGI:
We have no more gold!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Carry on.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
No, wait. Colonel, what if this man is telling the truth?
COLONEL ANDERSON:
If we had money for arms, there are thousands living under the heels of the Yankees who would be willing to join us. Stand aside, Captain. We will find the gold.
TASTANAGI:
There's a mine...! There's a mine in the hills!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Get the men ready.
SERGEANT DARCY:
All right, men mount up!
TROOPER:
Mount up!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
We will return in seven days, and that hole will be filled with gold or we will fill it with your blood.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
Company... Move... out!
SERGEANT DARCY:
Move out!
EBAN:
What we gonna do? There's no gold. The mines, they collapsed years ago.
TASTANAGI:
Would he have believed that?
EBAN:
We got few warriors... No guns. Now we gonna have to leave before they come back.
TASTANAGI:
Where will we go? This is now our home. We must get help. We cannot go on running. No. We will stay and fight.
Fire! Reload. Reload!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
I would appreciate knowing Where your gold is coming from.
TASTANAGI:
There is no more.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
No, of course there isn't. I guess we need another demonstration.
SERGEANT DARCY:
Swing it around.
TROOPER:
Swing it around.
COLONEL ANDERSON:
I'm afraid I must insist on an answer.
TASTANAGI:
We have no more gold!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Carry on.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
No, wait. Colonel, what if this man is telling the truth?
COLONEL ANDERSON:
If we had money for arms, there are thousands living under the heels of the Yankees who would be willing to join us. Stand aside, Captain. We will find the gold.
TASTANAGI:
There's a mine...! There's a mine in the hills!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
Get the men ready.
SERGEANT DARCY:
All right, men mount up!
TROOPER:
Mount up!
COLONEL ANDERSON:
We will return in seven days, and that hole will be filled with gold or we will fill it with your blood.
CAPTAIN CORCORAN:
Company... Move... out!
SERGEANT DARCY:
Move out!
EBAN:
What we gonna do? There's no gold. The mines, they collapsed years ago.
TASTANAGI:
Would he have believed that?
EBAN:
We got few warriors... No guns. Now we gonna have to leave before they come back.
TASTANAGI:
Where will we go? This is now our home. We must get help. We cannot go on running. No. We will stay and fight.
NATHAN:
Let me go! What are you doing?!
( gunshots ) ( gunfire continues )
CHRIS:
Town always this lively?
MAN:
Trail herd from Texas. All liquored up. Got in the mood for a lynching.
CHRIS:
Where's the law?
MAN:
The Marshall and his Deputy. That isn't even his horse.
MARY:
Stop right there.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
Step aside, Lady.
MARY:
We don't hang men around here for no reason.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
He killed a good man. Said he was a doctor, but he let him die.
NATHAN:
I never said I was no doctor!
MARY:
Nathan didn't kill your boss--gangrene did.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
Be thankful we're getting rid of this quack. Ain't no darkie doctors and there never will be.
MARY:
You're not hanging that man.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
I said get out of my way! We're late for a funeral, boys. Get this wagon moving!
MARY:
Are you people just going to let this happen?
( random gunfire and whooping )
JD:
Hey, mister, where are we?
STAGECOACH DRIVER:
You'll get your damn head back in there if you know what's good for you. Hey, this ain't your stop!
JD:
Oh, it is now. This is why I came west.
( driver urges horses on )
Hey, mister, where are we?
STAGECOACH DRIVER:
You'll get your damn head back in there if you know what's good for you. Hey, this ain't your stop!
JD:
Oh, it is now. This is why I came west.
( driver urges horses on )
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
Figured you'd like to watch your killer swing, Mr. Fallon.
( laughing )
What the hell do you want?
CHRIS:
Cut him loose.
VIN:
Reckon you'd all be happier if you just rode away.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
Not a chance, boys.
( men laughing )
CHRIS:
You shot a lot of holes in the clouds back there. Anybody stop to reload?
Figured you'd like to watch your killer swing, Mr. Fallon.
( laughing )
What the hell do you want?
CHRIS:
Cut him loose.
VIN:
Reckon you'd all be happier if you just rode away.
DRUNKEN COWBOY:
Not a chance, boys.
( men laughing )
CHRIS:
You shot a lot of holes in the clouds back there. Anybody stop to reload?
JD:
I got him! I got him!
CHRIS:
You don't shoot nobody in the back.
CHRIS:
Name's Chris.
VIN:
Vin Tanner. New in town?
CHRIS:
Yesterday. You?
VIN:
Last week.
CHRIS:
Buffalo hunter?
VIN:
Among other things. Not many left to hunt.
NATHAN:
One of y'all want to pull the knife out of that fella cut me loose here?
MARY:
Gentlemen, I run the Clarion News. Where did you come from?
CHRIS:
Saloon.
MARY:
Hey, I-I want to talk to you. Where are you going?
CHRIS AND VIN:
Saloon.
I got him! I got him!
CHRIS:
You don't shoot nobody in the back.
CHRIS:
Name's Chris.
VIN:
Vin Tanner. New in town?
CHRIS:
Yesterday. You?
VIN:
Last week.
CHRIS:
Buffalo hunter?
VIN:
Among other things. Not many left to hunt.
NATHAN:
One of y'all want to pull the knife out of that fella cut me loose here?
MARY:
Gentlemen, I run the Clarion News. Where did you come from?
CHRIS:
Saloon.
MARY:
Hey, I-I want to talk to you. Where are you going?
CHRIS AND VIN:
Saloon.
VIN:
Sight's a little off.
VIRGIL:
You can keep it.
MARY:
You know them, Virgil?
VIRGIL:
Don't you recognize that stranger? The one in black? Chris Larabee.
Sight's a little off.
VIRGIL:
You can keep it.
MARY:
You know them, Virgil?
VIRGIL:
Don't you recognize that stranger? The one in black? Chris Larabee.
CHRIS:
Whiskey.
VIN:
One for the doc here.
NATHAN:
Like the man said, "ain't no darkie doctors." I was a stretcher bearer in the union army. I picked up what I could in the field hospital.
TASTANAGI:
We want to hire you.
Whiskey.
VIN:
One for the doc here.
NATHAN:
Like the man said, "ain't no darkie doctors." I was a stretcher bearer in the union army. I picked up what I could in the field hospital.
TASTANAGI:
We want to hire you.
BARTENDER:
$35, give or take.
TASTANAGI:
This may not seem like much to you but it's all that we have.
CHRIS:
How many of these ghosts are there?
TASTANAGI:
Would 20 men scare you?
VIN:
Hell, I was making five dollars a week at the hardware store without anybody shooting at me.
CHRIS:
Assume we pay five dollars a head that gets us all of seven men.
NATHAN:
The Seminoles put themselves on the line for many an escaped slave. They took us in when nobody else would. For five dollars, they can have a week of my life.
VIN:
Or all of it. Hell... I wasn't planning on dying with a broom in my hand anyway.
CHRIS:
All right. Tomorrow afternoon, then.
EBAN:
We cannot put our trust in them.
TASTANAGI:
I don't.
VIN:
If they're asking for help from the white man they're desperate. How are we going to find hired guns for five dollars?
NATHAN:
I think I know a man who can help.
CHRIS:
I know one, too... if we can get him out of bed.
$35, give or take.
TASTANAGI:
This may not seem like much to you but it's all that we have.
CHRIS:
How many of these ghosts are there?
TASTANAGI:
Would 20 men scare you?
VIN:
Hell, I was making five dollars a week at the hardware store without anybody shooting at me.
CHRIS:
Assume we pay five dollars a head that gets us all of seven men.
NATHAN:
The Seminoles put themselves on the line for many an escaped slave. They took us in when nobody else would. For five dollars, they can have a week of my life.
VIN:
Or all of it. Hell... I wasn't planning on dying with a broom in my hand anyway.
CHRIS:
All right. Tomorrow afternoon, then.
EBAN:
We cannot put our trust in them.
TASTANAGI:
I don't.
VIN:
If they're asking for help from the white man they're desperate. How are we going to find hired guns for five dollars?
NATHAN:
I think I know a man who can help.
CHRIS:
I know one, too... if we can get him out of bed.
VIN:
Hey, you in there with my wife!
WOMAN:
Oh, Lord, it's got to be my Billy.
BUCK:
I thought he was in Yuma prison.
WOMAN:
Oh, he is. He was. Go.
( pounding at door )
WOMAN:
Just a minute, hon.
VIN:
I hear you in there! Open this door!
BUCK:
I got to go.
VIN:
I'm gonna get you!
( pounding on door )
VIN:
Sorry, ma'am. Wrong room.
CHRIS:
Afternoon, Buck. Interrupt something?
BUCK:
Chris.
BUCK:
Hi. Hey, you old war dog! Good to see you, buddy. How you doing?
CHRIS:
Easy, big fella. Folks will talk.
( Buck laughing )
CHRIS:
Got a job. You interested?
BUCK:
Yeah? What's it pay?
CHRIS:
Five dollars.
BUCK:
A day? A week?
CHRIS:
I know it ain't much.
BUCK:
How are the odds?
CHRIS:
Three... four to one.
BUCK:
It's just our kind of fight. How'd you know I was here?
CHRIS:
I make a point of knowing who's in town. Live longer that way.
VIN:
He with us?
BUCK:
Is he with you? There going to be ladies where you're going?
CHRIS:
I imagine so.
BUCK:
Then imagine I'm in.
Hey, you in there with my wife!
WOMAN:
Oh, Lord, it's got to be my Billy.
BUCK:
I thought he was in Yuma prison.
WOMAN:
Oh, he is. He was. Go.
( pounding at door )
WOMAN:
Just a minute, hon.
VIN:
I hear you in there! Open this door!
BUCK:
I got to go.
VIN:
I'm gonna get you!
( pounding on door )
VIN:
Sorry, ma'am. Wrong room.
CHRIS:
Afternoon, Buck. Interrupt something?
BUCK:
Chris.
BUCK:
Hi. Hey, you old war dog! Good to see you, buddy. How you doing?
CHRIS:
Easy, big fella. Folks will talk.
( Buck laughing )
CHRIS:
Got a job. You interested?
BUCK:
Yeah? What's it pay?
CHRIS:
Five dollars.
BUCK:
A day? A week?
CHRIS:
I know it ain't much.
BUCK:
How are the odds?
CHRIS:
Three... four to one.
BUCK:
It's just our kind of fight. How'd you know I was here?
CHRIS:
I make a point of knowing who's in town. Live longer that way.
VIN:
He with us?
BUCK:
Is he with you? There going to be ladies where you're going?
CHRIS:
I imagine so.
BUCK:
Then imagine I'm in.
NATHAN:
He says he's not coming. He said that's his penance.
CHRIS:
For what?
NATHAN:
He won't say. Word is he done killed a lot of men. He's a hard man to persuade.
VIN:
Could be useful in a fight.
NATHAN:
The Seminoles are the dispossessed of the earth, Josiah. Ain't saving lives a part of saving souls?
JOSIAH:
Seems to me a man ought to put his own house in order first.
VIN:
We can promise you a hell of a fight.
JOSIAH:
Hell... I've already been there.
CHRIS:
Think he'll change his mind?
NATHAN:
Maybe. We could ride by tomorrow.
EZRA:
Stand aside, sir. You are... obstructing my view. This should be...( sighs ) a piece of cake.
MAN:
Pay up.
EZRA:
Nonsense. I was encumbered by the debris on the floor.
MAN:
Well, let's just try it again.
EZRA:
With pleasure. Double or nothing.
MAN:
It's your money. Get ready to duck, boys.
BARTENDER:
He put all six in the same hole.
EZRA:
My, my... how astonishing. I've never done that before.
MAN:
You sure sobered up quickly, Mister.
EZRA:
Must be the desert air.
MAN:
We don't take kindly to being hustled. Let's see how good you can shoot with one eye.
EZRA:
Sorry for the mess.
MAN:
You only got one shot left in that popgun.
EZRA:
Well, then... you best discuss amongst yourselves which one of you is going to die.
VIN:
Nice shot, pard.
EZRA:
Dreadful. I was aiming to kill him but the... mirror was cracked.
CHRIS:
First shot was louder than the other five.
EZRA:
What are you attempting to suggest?
CHRIS:
First bullet was real. The rest were blanks.
EZRA:
Well, sir... I abhor gambling and as such, leave nothing to chance.
CHRIS:
We're looking for guns to protect an Indian village. You interested?
EZRA:
Who's financing?
CHRIS:
The village. Five dollars a man.
EZRA:
Five dollars... wouldn't even pay for my bullets. Would, uh... would he be riding with you? Not interested.
VIN:
Reckon you should be leaving town anyway.
EZRA:
I'll sleep on it.
CHRIS:
Meet us at the livery at dawn if you live that long.
NATHAN:
Why would we want to use a cheater?
CHRIS:
Might need one.
Stand aside, sir. You are... obstructing my view. This should be...( sighs ) a piece of cake.
MAN:
Pay up.
EZRA:
Nonsense. I was encumbered by the debris on the floor.
MAN:
Well, let's just try it again.
EZRA:
With pleasure. Double or nothing.
MAN:
It's your money. Get ready to duck, boys.
BARTENDER:
He put all six in the same hole.
EZRA:
My, my... how astonishing. I've never done that before.
MAN:
You sure sobered up quickly, Mister.
EZRA:
Must be the desert air.
MAN:
We don't take kindly to being hustled. Let's see how good you can shoot with one eye.
EZRA:
Sorry for the mess.
MAN:
You only got one shot left in that popgun.
EZRA:
Well, then... you best discuss amongst yourselves which one of you is going to die.
VIN:
Nice shot, pard.
EZRA:
Dreadful. I was aiming to kill him but the... mirror was cracked.
CHRIS:
First shot was louder than the other five.
EZRA:
What are you attempting to suggest?
CHRIS:
First bullet was real. The rest were blanks.
EZRA:
Well, sir... I abhor gambling and as such, leave nothing to chance.
CHRIS:
We're looking for guns to protect an Indian village. You interested?
EZRA:
Who's financing?
CHRIS:
The village. Five dollars a man.
EZRA:
Five dollars... wouldn't even pay for my bullets. Would, uh... would he be riding with you? Not interested.
VIN:
Reckon you should be leaving town anyway.
EZRA:
I'll sleep on it.
CHRIS:
Meet us at the livery at dawn if you live that long.
NATHAN:
Why would we want to use a cheater?
CHRIS:
Might need one.
CHRIS:
Could've used a few more men.
VIN:
Fewer ways to split that huge pot.
BUCK:
Looks like you're going to have to shoot straight for once, old pard.
JD:
Whoa. I hear you fellas are headed for a fight. My name is JD Dunne, and I can ride. Whoa. And I can shoot.
( men laughing )
EZRA:
And he can fly.
BUCK:
And he can swim, too.
JD:
You! Why didn't you grab my damn horse?
( laughing )
JD:
Real funny.
CHRIS:
You made it.
EZRA:
Hell, I couldn't stay away not once I saw I'd be riding with a genuine celebrity... "The streets ran red with the blood of 20 men yesterday as new resident and notorious gunslinger Chris Larabee turned our quiet town into a shooting gallery."
Could've used a few more men.
VIN:
Fewer ways to split that huge pot.
BUCK:
Looks like you're going to have to shoot straight for once, old pard.
JD:
Whoa. I hear you fellas are headed for a fight. My name is JD Dunne, and I can ride. Whoa. And I can shoot.
( men laughing )
EZRA:
And he can fly.
BUCK:
And he can swim, too.
JD:
You! Why didn't you grab my damn horse?
( laughing )
JD:
Real funny.
CHRIS:
You made it.
EZRA:
Hell, I couldn't stay away not once I saw I'd be riding with a genuine celebrity... "The streets ran red with the blood of 20 men yesterday as new resident and notorious gunslinger Chris Larabee turned our quiet town into a shooting gallery."
MARY:
I see you've read it.
CHRIS:
As I recall, your quiet town was full of drunken scum looking to lynch a man.
MARY:
If I have to bend the facts a little to keep our town safe and if the next bunch of drunken scum decides to steer clear of here, then it was worth another black mark on your... your already less-than-stellar reputation, Mr. Larabee. You see, I... took the liberty of researching your past in my late husband's files.
CHRIS:
You read second-hand trash, and you think you know a man. You don't know me.
MARY:
I'm just trying to scare the bad element away from this town.
CHRIS:
Lady... I am the bad element
I see you've read it.
CHRIS:
As I recall, your quiet town was full of drunken scum looking to lynch a man.
MARY:
If I have to bend the facts a little to keep our town safe and if the next bunch of drunken scum decides to steer clear of here, then it was worth another black mark on your... your already less-than-stellar reputation, Mr. Larabee. You see, I... took the liberty of researching your past in my late husband's files.
CHRIS:
You read second-hand trash, and you think you know a man. You don't know me.
MARY:
I'm just trying to scare the bad element away from this town.
CHRIS:
Lady... I am the bad element
Season One
The Magnificent
Seven (Premiere) 1 2
3
One Day Out West 1 2
Working Girls
1 2
Safecracker 1 2 Witness 1 2 Nemesis 1 2
The Collector 1 2 Manhunt 1
2 Inmate 78 1
2
Season Two
The New Law 1 2 Sins Of The Past 1 2
Love And Honor 1 2
Vendetta 1
2
Wagon Train Part One 1 2
Wagon Train Part Two 1
2
The
Trial 1 2
Chinatown 1
2
Achilles 1 2
Lady Killers 1 2
Penance
Serpents
Obsession
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