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ACHILLES:
First time you killed somebody? JD: First time I killed a woman. ACHILLES: That's different? JD: She was innocent. Would you mind not sittin' on her casket? ACHILLES: Don't get so ornery, pup. All I'm saying is killin' is killin'. Man? Woman? What's the difference when you think about it? Animals kill all the time. You think an ol' hoot owl thinks twice whether he got a--a boy mouse or a girl mouse? JD: That's different. ACHILLES: You just ain't a killer, that's all. When I was your age, during the war, I got used to killing. I killed men, killed women, you know. JD: Now, I heard you were a war hero. ACHILLES: Guess it depends on which side you're on. One side said we was heroes. I reckon the people from Missouri don't believe that Achilles Thompson is a hero. Hmm. JD: Where'd you get a name like that? ACHILLES: My pa. He loved stories about ancient Greece. He named me Achilles, after the bravest, strongest warrior to ever fight in the Trojan War. Couldn't hurt him. You see, this mother had dipped him in this magic river... made him invulnerable. Yeah, I used to think it was just a story. Come to realize... that I'm the same as him. I can't be killed. You like your coffee? JD: Yeah. ACHILLES: Nice talkin' to you, pup. MAN: Hey! ACHILLES: Now you know. [click] CHRIS: This doesn't need to go any further! [click] ACHILLES: Take 'em, boys! BUCK: JD, stay down! MAN: Unh! ACHILLES: Withdraw! MAN: I got him! Unh! Ooh! MAN 2: Let's go! [inaudible yells] [horses neigh] BUCK: JD, are you hit? CHRIS: JD, what's the matter with you, comin' out here by yourself. You coulda got... ACHILLES: Look at them. So proud. So sure of their courage. They should have left my brother's body. They've never crossed the River Styx. They've never gone into the underworld and come back. We'll finish our business here. Then we will turn their town into a graveyard. [horse neighs] [bagpipe plays Amazing Grace] JOSIAH: Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. CASEY: What are you doing here, JD? JD: I'm payin' my respects. JOSIAH: But deliver us from evil. JD: Now look, Casey, I am sorry for talking to you like that. CASEY: You shouldn't be here. JD: How can I make it right with you? CASEY: I don't think you can. Not now. She was my friend! [bagpipes playing] JOSIAH:
Well, John Dunne. Long time since you been to my house. JD: You did a nice...funeral. JOSIAH: Ah, I hate funerals. I don't care if heaven is paved with the softest silk and serves Kentucky whiskey, I hate sending people up there. JD: Preacher... did I do something to make God mad at me? JOSIAH: You feelin' a mite lonely, Son? JD: Everything's different. My guns, they... they feel strange. I can't hardly touch 'em. I don't know what to do, Josiah. JOSIAH: There was a--a bare knuckle prizefighter in San Francisco Named Walleye Smith. Won 54 fights, all by knockout. Hell of a right hook. Anyway, one day he hits this guy and he kills him. JD: What? JOSIAH: After that, never won another fight. JD: Well, how could that be I mean, if he was such a good fighter and... JOSIAH: Couldn't live with his own strength, I guess. EZRA:
Well, well, if it isn't the slickest gambler I ever had the misfortune to meet. LESTER: Sour grapes, Mr. Standish? EZRA: If I had any grapes, sour or otherwise, you'd have won them from me by now. LESTER: Are you offering me a challenge, Sir? EZRA: Well... I have been saving this, in the hope of one day finding the future Mrs. Standish. LESTER: Ha ha ha. Yeah. I admire your grit... and your apparel, as well as your vocabulary. I'll accept this as collateral... towards y future losses that you might incur. EZRA: I still believe you cheated me. LESTER: What more, Mr. Standish, can I do to satisfy your suspicious mind? EZRA: Draw or stud poker? LESTER: That will become apparent shortly, Sir. BUCK: VIN:
Mary? This a bad time? MARY: No, not at all. You have something for me? VIN: Well, like I told you, my handwriting's as ugly as a toad. So if you'll write it down, I'll just say it. MARY: All right. Let me get a pencil. VIN: Mary? MARY: So what's it called? VIN: A Hero's Heart. I stare across that solitary plain, each and every dawn. Always searching for a hero's heart. A stranger bleeds, his hope lays near death... MARY: [writing] VIN: Clutching a tangled wreath to crown a hero's heart. MARY: Vin, that's beautiful. VIN: Really you like it? MARY: Oh, yes. Did I get everything? VIN: Yeah. Sure looks nice. MARY: You can't read, can you? VIN: Ha! Who says I can't read? MARY: Vin, there's nothing to be shamed of. Lots of people don't know how to read or write. VIN: I don't need a bunch of books to teach me about life. MARY: No, wait. I didn't mean anything by that. Vin! WOMEN: [gasps] Ohh! Why, it's Ezra Standish! VIN: Lose your shirt, Ezra? EZRA: He cheated. He cheated! I know he cheated! What are you lookin' at? Boo! WOMEN: Aah! [giggling] JD: Thanks, Yosemite. Take good care of him now, you hear? BUCK: You sold your horse? JD: Yep. BUCK: Have you lost your mind? JD: Nope. I lost Casey. Lost the town's faith in me. Lost faith in myself, but... I ain't lost my mind. BUCK: Haven't lost your friends, JD JD: I appreciate that, Buck. But I come to a decision. I'm gonna head back east. BUCK: Hey, we need you... all right? You just can't leave. JD: I appreciate that, too, Buck, but I'm a kid, remember? Heck, I'd just slow you down. BUCK: Well, I need you. You're my friend, and, uh... what am I supposed to do... without you? JD: Ah, you'll think of something. BUCK: See ya, Kid. JD:
Hello, Josiah. I come to say good-bye. JOSIAH: Did a lot of good while you were here, JD. I hope you look back this time with pride. JD: Yeah, I learned one thing: I ain't no hero. JOSIAH: Just what do you think a hero is? JD: Well, someone who shoots straight and true. JOSIAH: That's a good shot, is all. Takes more than that to be a hero. Takes someone who's willing to sacrifice their life for the greater good. You've proved that time and time again, John Dunne. JD: I made a... pretty bad mistake. JOSIAH: I don't know anybody who hasn't. It's what makes us human. JD: Put that toward the church. [bell rings] VIN:
Mary? I, uh... I come to apologize for... stormin' off like I did. MARY: No, Vin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. That was a fine poem you wrote. You should feel proud. VIN: You know, with all that's been goin' on, it made me think of a new poem, just for you. Like to hear it? MARY: Please. VIN: Ahem. I'm not the way they see me, not who they think I am. I'm just a man. And I have need of you, sweet woman. Not for the velvet of your touch, but for the weaponry of your mind. There's a hole that needs mending, my own Achilles heel. So I offer up my need. Teach me, noble lady. Teach me to write... and to read. MARY: I'd be happy to. MIRIAM:
JD? My friend and I were going to take an earlier stage, but Sheriff Wilmington said we'd be safer if we rode with you. JD: Oh, that Sheriff Wilmington. BUCK: Thought you might enjoy the company. JD: Buck, don't you ever quit? MARY: Sandwiches for the trip. JD: Thank you, Mary. CHRIS: JD? Change your mind, if you want to. DRIVER: All aboard! We're pullin' out. JD: I think it's for the best. DRIVER: [whistles] Hyah! LESTER: Can I interest you in a game of cards? JD: No, thanks. No. LESTER: I figured as much. [keys jingle] VIN:
Time to go. MORRIS: Why? I was just gettin' to like it here. CHRIS: We need the quiet. MORRIS: Oh, boy, I can't sit, but I can stand. Listen. You fellas interested in making a little deal? VIN: No deals MORRIS: It concerns your friend on the stagecoach. CHRIS: I'm gonna count to 3. One... 2... MORRIS: All right, all right! But I'll get a little consideration, won't I? CHRIS: 3! MORRIS: Ok That stage is carrying gold from California to the mint in Denver. VIN: Stage like that would have the cavalry riding with it. MORRIS: They thought they could do it real sneaky. No extra guards. Nothing that would attract attention. CHRIS: How do you know this? MORRIS: Achilles got an old friend working for the stage company. VIN: They fixin' on robbin' the stage? MORRIS: Yeah. So was I till this guy put a bullet in my rump. I-- I-- I, uh... what about our deal? DRIVER:
Hyah! [whistles] Hyah! [whistles] MIRIAM: What's happening? JD: I think the coach is being held up. Just stay calm now! Stay calm! LESTER: May I offer you the use of my gun? JD: No, you might need it. DRIVER: Hyah! Aah! JD: You all right, driver? Hey! They got him. MIRIAM: What are we gonna do? JD: I'll circle us back to town. Stay down. Stay down, ladies. Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Turn, boys, turn. Come on. Let's git! Hyah. Hyah! Hyah! Git! Git! Stay down, ladies. I'm going slip through 'em. MAN: What's he doin'? MAN 2: I don't know. Let's get 'em! JD: Hyah! Hyah! Hey, hey! MAN: Unh! LESTER: He took my leg. JD: Hyah! Git on! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Ride, boys, ride. Wahoo! Whoa. Git! Git! Unh! Ahh! ACHILLES: I should have killed you the first time. [JD struggles] Aah! ACHILLES: See what I told you. Killin' is easy. JD: Aah! ACHILLES: What's the matter, Son? JD: [screams] Whoa! Whoa! Whoa. Whoa. MIRIAM: Sheriff Wilmington was right. You saved us. JD: Yes, Ma'am. BUCK: All right, Kid? JD: God was with us, Ma'am. Whew! JOSIAH: I'd say that was darn heroic, Son. JD: I'd say that was darn lucky, Preacher. BUCK: That turn was perfect. JD: Ah, Buck, come on. You know nothin' I do is perfect. CHRIS: If he was perfect, he wouldn't be one of us. BUCK: But you are one of us. You shouldn't leave your guns out in the rain. All right. ALL: [laughing] JD: That was a pretty good turn, wasn't it? EZRA: I believe.. This belongs to you. I knew I should have looked under that table. EZRA:
How'd you lose your leg? LESTER: Roulette. The odds are atrocious. EZRA: Ha ha ha! Hell, everybody knows that. LESTER: Yeah? EZRA: How about a rematch?
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