This film contains some scenes of a sexual nature, very strong language and graphic violent scenes
# Ran out of money
# She ran out of love
# One more chance, she said
# If you love me, better pay the rent
# Don't throw stones
# It's not what you say, it's what you do
# Don't throw stones... #
Go ahead, sir.
# ..Twice as bad at work
# If you love me, buy me a big TV
# You good-for-nothing, lazy jerk
# Don't throw stones
# It's not what you say, it's what you do
# Don't throw stones
# Don't throw stones... #
Hi!
How about some gold plastic?
You asshole!
Who do you think you are?
I got 100 bucks.
Whoo!
Easy, sir.
Back away!
Let go, you damn...
Let me fuckin' go!
Get off of me! Get off of me!
I think it's time for you gentlemen to leave.
Yeah, sorry. We were just having a little fun.
It's OK. I'm sorry. >
Huh!
Back off, fuckhead!
OK, Dalton. >
I've always wanted to try you.
I think I can take you.
Outside.
OK. So here we are. Let's go.
Come on, hotshot. Let's go!
Come on, let's do it.
Dirtball, where you going?
Hey, moose lips! Dickhead!
You guys the seven dwarfs?
# ..Don't throw stones
# Don't throw stones
# It's not what you say, it's what you do
# Don't throw
# Stones
# Yeah
# Don't throw stones, don't throw stones. #
< PEOPLE CHEER
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Name's Dalton, right?
I don't know you.
My name is Tilghman, Frank Tilghman.
I have a little club outside of Kansas City
called the Double Deuce.
It used to be a sweet deal.
Now it's the kind of place
where they sweep up the eyeballs after closing.
Anyway, I've come into a little bit of money.
I'd like to make a better life for myself.
I need somebody to help me clean the place up.
I need the best.
Wade Garrett's the best.
Wade Garrett's getting old.
He's still the best.
I want you.
5,000 up front,
500 a night, cash.
You pay all medical expenses.
I can live with that.
I run the show...
completely.
When the job's done, I walk.
I've got your plane ticket right here.
I don't fly.
Too dangerous.
Well, when do I expect you?
Don't. I'll get there.
Dalton. You all right?
Just a scratch.
By the way, Oscar, Band Stand's all yours.
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm out of here.
Great(!)
You know, I thought you'd be...
bigger.
Yo!
What do I look like? A valet?
Keep it. It's yours.
Hmm?
Hmm.
MUSIC: "On The Road Again" by The Jeff Healey Band
# Yeah... #
# Well, I'm so tired of cryin'
# But I'm on, on the road again
# I'm on the road again
# Said I'm so tired of cryin'
# But I'm on, on the road again
# I'm on the road again. #
Oh, hey! A Mercedes!
Whoo! Oh!
Hey, hotshot!
What's wrong with Detroit cars?
Ha ha ha ha!
Billy! Billy, come on!
Don't come back, peckerhead!
Hey!
Bring on the real band! Yeah!
# Take a tip from me, baby, please
# Don't you cry no more
# Don't cry no more
# But I ain't goin' down that long
# Lonesome road all by myself... #
Son of a bitch!
Oh!
I told you not to cheat on me!
Yo, Steve!
Fuck 'em. They're brothers.
God damn it!
You're ripping my best fucking shirt!
I get off at two..
I'd just love to get you off
a half an hour after that.
God, you're a put-together woman.
Who do you call to get a drink?
Ladies first, asshole!
Come over here, baby!
Hey, baby! Come here.
Damn it!
Whoo!
Oh, Jesus. Not here.
Follow me to the bathroom.
Whoo! Whoo!
I need a drink.
OK.
1, 2, 3, 4!
Vodka rocks.
You got it, baby.
Hey, vodka rocks.
What do you say you and me get nipple-to-nipple?
I can do that without you.
Uhh! Ohh! Ohh!
Oh!
Get him out of here now!
Come on!
Get your hands off me!
You're not drinking, you're out of here.
Hey!
Don't let him bother you.
Morgan was born an asshole
and just grew bigger.
I'm Carrie Ann.
You need anything...
anything, you just let me know.
You got a name?
Yeah.
Well, what is it?
Dalton.
Oh, my God!
Ha ha ha!
Shit! I heard of you!
Carrie Ann! >
Are you waiting for Christmas?
Move!
Aw, shut up. I'm going.
Jesus Christ!
# ..Across the badlands
# No discouraging word could be heard
# Cos I'm a confidence man
# Now, maybe Chicago
# Is where you're bound, but
# Love is a cheap perfume
# It hangs around
# We rolled the dice, child, now let the bet stand... #
Get him out of here.
Let's go, sleeping beauty.
Come on, move!
Come on!
What do you think this is, a rest home?
# ..Can't pull the wool over me
# Cos I'm a confident man. #
More!
You suck!
We'll be back in 10.
We got to drain the main vein, man.
Hey, you're paid to play! Play!
Oh, fuck!
Hey!
Man!
JUKEBOX: # Here's my story, it's sad, but true
# It's about a girl that I once knew
# She took my love and ran around
# With every single guy in town
# Hey, hey... #
Thanks, man.
You play good for a blind white boy.
Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.
Dalton, how you doing, man?
Good to see you.
Same here, man.
We heard you were coming into town.
This toilet is worse than the one in Dayton.
Really?
It's a mean scene around here, man.
Blood on the floor in this joint every night.
You know who that is?
Who? Dalton!
# I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John
# He said he got the mis'ry, but he had a lot of fun
# Oh, baby
# Yeah, baby
# Wooo-oo-oo... #
(That guy at the bar is fucking Dalton, man.)
Killed a guy once.
Ripped his throat right out.
Bullshit!
What you need, buddy?
Coffee. Black.
Ha ha ha!
Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?
Fine, ain't they?
Tell you what...
for 20 bucks, you can kiss them.
Are you kidding?
Ten a kiss, here and now.
Go ahead. Do it, go on.
Go on.
Come on. Come on.
Ten a kiss. Go ahead.
Uhh! Uhh!
Uhh!
Yeah!
Hey, buddy, what are you doing?
Are you going to kiss them or not?
I can't.
What do you mean?
I ain't got 20 bucks.
Why, you!
Ow!
Oh, shit!
Fight!
Break it up!
You son of a bitch!
Heyah!
Ohhh!
Aahhh!
Bastard!
Uhh!
# Havin' some fun tonight... #
BRAWL DROWNS OUT MUSIC
Aw, fuck!
Anybody got a mirror?
< Aw, shit!
How'd you like to tell us
what the fuck's going on?
You going to help us?
I'll let you know.
I heard you have balls big enough to come in a dump truck,
but you don't look like much to me.
Opinions vary.
Cody.
Dalton.
Later.
You take care.
See you, guys.
So what about...?
This Dalton character. What's his story?
His story is...
you fuck with him, and he'll seal your fate.
So far, he hasn't shown me shit.
TELEVISION: # Our Patty loves to rock'n'roll
# A hot dog makes her lose control
# What a wild duet!
# Still, they're cousins
# Identical cousins, and you'll find
# They laugh alike, they walk alike
# At times they even talk alike
# You could lose your mind
# When cousins are two of a kind. #
She's a runner!
PA: 'Ted, you have a customer on line two.'
These work?
Sure do!
PA: 'Jimmy, you have a customer waiting on the lot.
'Jimmy, you have a customer.'
I'll take it.
Morning.
You the one who's got a room to rent?
Come on.
You honest?
Yes, sir.
Expect me to believe that?
Ha ha ha! No, sir.
HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD
HORSES NEIGH
God damn it!
I'd swear he does that just to piss me off.
Who does?
Brad Wesley.
There, baby.
You like horses, do you?
If they like me.
You wouldn't steal them, would you?
No, sir.
Calling me sir
is like putting an elevator in an outhouse.
Don't belong.
I'm Emmet.
I'm Dalton.
So what do you think?
Well... I'll take it.
Must have been 20 people looked at that room this past year -
no phone, television, or conditioned air,
no tolerance for the fragrance of nature.
Nobody wanted it. How come you do?
You're just too persuasive for me, I guess.
It ain't the money, you understand,
but if I don't charge you something,
the Presbyterians will pray for my ruination.
How does $100 a month strike you?
Fine.
You can afford that much?
If it keeps you in the church's good graces.
Ain't it peculiar how money seems to do that very thing?
Now, this... this is a new Double Deuce.
I've put a lot of money and time into this.
To protect my investment,
I've hired the best damn cooler in the business.
He's in charge of all the bar business.
What he says goes.
Dalton.
Morgan, you're out of here.
What the fuck you talking about?
You don't have the right temperament.
You asshole! What am I supposed to do?
There's always barber college.
Ha ha ha!
You're a dead man.
You're out too.
We're selling booze here, not drugs.
Thank you(!)
Anybody else here dealing?
I'm telling you straight.
It's my way or the highway.
So anybody who wants to walk, do it now.
All right.
People who really want to have a good time
won't come to a slaughterhouse.
And we've got entirely too many troublemakers here -
too many 40-year-old adolescents,
felons, power drinkers,
and trustees of modern chemistry.
It's going to change.
Man, that sure sounds good,
but a lot of the guys who come in here
we can't handle one-on-one, even two-on-one.
Don't worry about it. Follow three simple rules.
One...
never underestimate your opponent.
Expect the unexpected.
Two...
take it outside.
Never start anything inside the bar,
unless it's absolutely necessary.
And three...
be nice.
Come on.
If somebody calls you a cocksucker,
I want you to be nice.
OK.
Ask him to walk, but be nice.
If he won't walk, walk him, but be nice.
If you can't walk him, one of the others will help you,
and you'll both be nice.
I want you to remember that it's a job.
It's nothing personal.
Uh-huh.
Being called a cocksucker isn't personal?
No.
It's two nouns combined to elicit a prescribed response.
What if somebody calls my mama a whore?
Is she?
Ha ha!
I want you to be nice
until it's time to not be nice.
Well, how are we supposed to know when that is?
You won't. I'll let you know.
You are the bouncers. I am the cooler.
All you do is watch my back and each other's
and take out the trash.
'A 1, 2, 3!'
# 737 comin' out of the sky
# Oh, won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride?
# I wanna move
# Playin' in a travellin' band
# Yeah
# Well, I'm flyin' cross the land
# Tryin' to get a hand
# Playin' in a travellin' band... #
This is a Sears credit card.
Beverly! Agnes!
Hi, Steve!
It's OK, Bear. They're friends.
Right this way.
# ..Yeah
# Well, I'm flyin' cross the land... #
Leaded or unleaded?
Leaded.
GLASS SMASHES
Hey!
Whoo!
Yeah! Yeah!
Hank. Hank!
WOMAN: Whoo!
Ow!
- Come on, darling! - Whoo!
Hey, pal, get her down off there, what do you say?
I say, let her dance.
Whoo!
Aah!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Come on, baby!
We don't want...
Come on, motherfucker!
Back!
Come on. Come on, motherfucker!
Uhh!
Escort this gentleman to the door.
Motherfucker!
Did you see that shit?
# ..Well, I'm flyin' cross the land
# Tryin' to get a hand
# Playin' in a travellin' band
# Yeah. #
< Who is that guy?
He's good.
He's real good.
The name is Dalton.
APPLAUSE
You're going to be my regular Saturday night thing.
Oh, yeah. I been thinking about you.
Steve!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ha ha!
< Yo, Steve!
You're history.
But I'm on my break.
Stay on it.
Ah, shit!
< You were real hot that last set.
You got quite a little enterprise going here.
What?
You're going through a bottle every 30 minutes,
you're skimming the till for six shots a bottle,
on drafts, one every 10.
I figure he's costing you about 150 a night.
So?
So consider it severance pay.
Take the train.
I didn't hear you say that.
Well, I'm saying it now.
You sure?
Get out.
Well...
it was a good night. Nobody died.
It'll get worse before it gets better.
# Blue Monday, aw, it's blue Monday
# Got to work, rather sleep all day
# Here come Tuesday, oh, hard Tuesday
# I'm so tired, ain't got no time to play
# Here come Wednesday, I plead to myself
# My gal call, got to tell her that I'm out
# Cos Thursday is a hard-workin' day
# And Friday, I get my pay
# Saturday mornin', oh, Saturday mornin'
# All my tiredness has gone away... #
I love this guy. Isn't he cute?
Darling.
# And my honey
# And I'm out on the street to play. #
Dalton!
Hey, Dalton!
COCKEREL CROWS
Dalton?
Morning.
I brought you some breakfast.
Oh, shit.
So how'd you find me?
Oh, I, er... it wasn't too hard.
I mean, you know.
What did you do last night?
What do you mean?
Well, you fired the bartender Pat.
He was skimming.
You should not have done that, Dalton.
Yeah, well, why is that?
You just shouldn't have. That's all.
Here you go.
Breakfast.
Thank you.
Oh, my God. Ha ha ha!
What is the joke?
Well, there's no joke.
I think I'm looking at a dead man.
It seems everywhere I go,
I hear that same joke.
Something tells me you bring it on yourself.
RADIO: # Hey, dongie, ding dong, a-ling a-ling a-ling
# Boom bay-o, bado bado balay
HE SINGS ALONG: # Oh, life could be a dream
# If I could take you up in paradise up above
# If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love
# Life could be a dream, sweetheart
# Now, every time I look at you
# Something is on my mind
# If you do what I want you to
# Baby, we'd be so fine
# Oh, sh-boom, sh-boom
# Ya da la la la la sh-boom. #
New windshield will cost more
than that old beater's worth.
My advice would be scrap her.
Well, I like her, so order me one.
It'll take a few days.
Aerial I can get you now.
You the boy from the Double Deuce?
Yes, sir.
I figured you'd be by.
Do you want to put in a standing order now?
No. I'll pay as I go. Dalton.
Red Webster. How long will you be here?
Not very long.
That's what I said 25 years ago.
Really? What happened?
I got married to an ugly woman.
It takes the energy right out of you.
She left me, though.
Found somebody uglier than she was.
That's life. Who can explain it?
Oh, that's $5.
Why did you stay on?
Oh, I fell for the place.
BELL JINGLES
Hello, Brad.
Red.
Brad Wesley.
Dalton.
He's working at Double Deuce.
Terrific. Hope you're going to clean that place up.
Bad element.
Well, anything I can do for you.
Thanks, Red.
Well, Red...
beautiful day, isn't it?
It was.
# People preachin' to me about the life that I lead
# Sayin' it's unhealthy runnin' round... #
Problem?
There's no problem.
A little mistake is all.
What's that?
My job.
You don't get it, do you?
Why don't you explain it?
I'll explain it to you.
Shut up, shithead.
Mr Tilghman has changed his mind.
That's all you need to know.
I'm going to have to know more than that.
Mr Tilghman may own this bar,
but his liquor is supplied by Brad Wesley.
Pat McGurn is employed by Mr Wesley, his uncle,
not Mr Tilghman.
You see, I'm staying, and you're going.
Oh, really?
- That's right. - Sit down!
Come on, Dalton, you and me right now!
Right now!
What's the matter, you chicken dick?
What are you afraid of? Me?
Is that it? You scared to fight me?
Big, bad Dalton.
Want to kiss and make up?
Jesus Christ!
PEOPLE SCREAM
Get up. Get up.
Get up now!
Hey!
Get up!
Get up.
Get the fuck up.
You're out of here, pal.
Hi. I'm Dr Clay.
Hi.
How'd this happen?
Natural causes.
Looks like a knife wound.
Like I said.
You're a bouncer.
Mm-hmm. Double Deuce.
Nice place. They send a lot of business my way.
I'm hoping to change that.
All by yourself?
Mr Dalton, you may add nine staples
to your dossier of 31 broken bones,
two bullet wounds, nine puncture wounds,
and four stainless steel screws.
I'll give you a local.
No, thank you.
Do you enjoy pain?
Pain don't hurt.
Most of my patients would disagree with you.
OK.
Do you always carry your medical records around with you?
It saves time.
Your file says you've got a degree from NYU. What in?
Philosophy.
Any particular discipline?
No, not really.
Man's search for faith. That sort of...shit.
Come up with any answers?
Not too many.
How does a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Just lucky, I guess.
Nice work. Good, clean stitches.
Thank you.
Do you ever win a fight?
Nobody ever wins a fight.
OK.
Thanks.
Listen, er...
if you'd like to stop by the Double Deuce,
I could buy you some coffee. If you happen...
Happen to be in the neighbourhood, you mean?
Mm-hm.
For that line of work,
I thought you'd be bigger.
Gee, I've never heard that before(!)
Did I explain it wrong?
No, boss, you didn't.
Pat's got a weak constitution.
You boys know that.
That's why he's a bartender.
He's my only sister's son.
If he doesn't have me, who's he got?
And if I'm not there, you're there.
I should have let you go, Jimmy.
One of you boys owes me an apology.
You can decide which one wants to say "I'm sorry".
I'm sorry, boss.
I believe you, Tinker.
O'Connor, somehow I don't believe you.
Try it again. I can't stand a man who's untruthful.
I'm sorry, boss.
It disgusts me when a man can't admit he's wrong.
I swear, boss, I'm sorry.
You disgust me, O'Connor. Want to know why?
Because you're a bleeder. You bleed too much.
You are a messy bleeder.
You're weak. You got no endurance for pain.
Ah!
Now, come on, get up.
Hey, you'll be fine. Come on.
Well, help him up!
You're going to be fine.
And you know why? Because I like you.
Get this piece-of-shit coward out of here.
Work ain't work when you're having fun.
Life is good.
Jesus.
Red?
Yeah?
What happened? Did you get robbed?
Every week.
So what does he take?
- Who? - Brad Wesley.
10% to start.
Oh, it's all legal-like.
He formed the Jasper Improvement Society.
All the businesses in town belong to it.
Everybody pay?
Does a hobbyhorse have a wooden dick?
< Pull it off!
Pull it off! Whoo! >
# Mustang Sally
# Guess you'd better slow your Mustang down... #
Charge! >
Come back here, you jar-head.
If you want to save the world,
do it from down here.
Squirt him. Squirt him.
Hose him down.
Cool him off!
Garrett!
Some guy name of Dalton.
What's going on, mijo?
Hey, how you doing, buddy?
If I was doing any better,
I couldn't live with myself.
How about you?
I'm all right.
'You ought to be, all that money you're making.'
What's going on in Jasper?
You know, new town, same story.
Uh...listen.
You ever heard of a guy named Brad Wesley?
I can't say I have.
You having trouble?
Nothing I'm not used to,
but it's amazing what you can get used to.
Yeah, this place has a sign
hanging over the urinal that says,
"Don't eat the big white mint."
Stay cool, kid.
Right.
I'll see you. Later.
# Oh, I don't wanna lose the good thing
# Huh, that I got
# Cos if I did, I would truly
# Surely lose a lot
# For your love is better... #
Why won't you look me in the eye?
I'm shy.
Would you be shocked if I said
let's go to my place and fuck?
It ain't gonna kill you.
You know, you might even like it.
Say goodnight, Denise.
Bastard, let go of me!
# ..Thunder, lightnin'
# The way you love me is frightenin'
# I think I'd better knock... #
I didn't know she could sing.
Right boot.
Got it.
Sorry, we're closed.
Then what are all these people doing here?
Drinking and having a good time.
Well, that's why we're here.
You're too stupid to have a good time.
Ah!
Go, Dalton!
All right! Yeah!
Son of a bitch!
Give me the biggest guy in the world.
Smash his knee, he'll drop like a stone.
Damn good fight. >
Hi.
Are you looking for somebody?
You.
Are you always better than they are?
Pretty much.
Never been put down?
No.
Not really.
How do you explain that?
The ones who go looking for trouble aren't much of a problem
to someone who's ready for them.
I suspect it's always been that way.
Somebody has to do it.
Somebody's got to pay somebody to do it.
Might as well be you.
I'd better take you home.
If I keep talking,
you'll go off thinking I'm a nice guy.
I know you're not a nice guy.
MAN: I'll have to start charging that bum rent.
Tonight's rent.
MAN BELCHES
Your fan club?
They are devoted.
You live some kind of life, Dalton.
Too ugly for you?
I didn't say that.
See you.
Bye.
We've been looking all over for you.
Mr Wesley wants to see you.
Let's go.
After you.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
# Ooh, hoo, hoo
# I want to know just one thing
# This is the way I feel
# I'm not pretending... #
Hey, Dalton. Have a bloody Mary?
Some breakfast?
No, thank you.
# You took me out for a ride... #
Will you shut that shit off?
MUSIC IS TURNED OFF
I can't listen to that crap.
It's got no heart.
My grandfather.
Looks like an important man.
He was an asshole.
But you, you're a smart boy, aren't you, Dalton?
You're just not too realistic.
Christ, I'm just like you.
I came up the hard way
on the streets of Chicago.
When I came to this town after Korea,
there was nothing.
I brought the mall here.
I got the 7-11. I got the Fotomat.
Christ! JC Penney is coming here because of me.
Ask anybody. They'll tell you.
You've gotten rich off the people in this town.
You bet your ass I have,
and I'm going to get richer.
I believe we all have a purpose on this earth,
a destiny.
I have a faith in that destiny.
It tells me to gather unto me what is mine.
Christ, you get paid for beating people up.
Tell me you don't love it.
Of course you do!
You wouldn't be human if you didn't.
Dalton...
I have a cousin in Memphis.
He tells me you killed a man down there.
You said it was self-defence at the trial,
but you and I know that isn't so, don't we?
Relax. Relax!
Tell me. If I owned a bar and wanted to clean it up,
how much would it take to get you to come work for me?
There's no amount of money.
# Keep your eyes on the road
# And your hands upon the wheel... #
We're here.
Hey, look. There's Linda.
Patty!
# We're goin' to the roadhouse
# We're gonna have a real good time
# Oh, yeah
# Back of the roadhouse
# They got some bungalows
# I said back of the roadhouse
# They got some bungalows
# That's for the people who like to get down slow
# Let it roll, baby, roll
# Let it roll
# All night long. #
Hi.
How you doing?
Hey, what's the story?
Whisky's running low.
I finally get this place just the way I want it,
and now we're running out of booze.
I called every supplier I know.
Why won't they deliver?
Wesley.
Ernie, give me the phone.
I'll take care of it.
< Hi.
I hear you're the new marshal in town.
You heard wrong.
Uh-oh!
Dig a hole.
Ha ha ha!
This is your place?
Up there.
Come on.
It's quiet, and the horses let me know if anybody comes around.
I love it.
# Sold, sold
# My soul to rock and roll... #
# These arms of mine
# They are lonely
# Lonely and feeling blue... #
So I saw your picture in Red Webster's place.
He's my uncle.
Nice old guy.
Yeah.
He raised me after my parents died.
That's why I came back here.
Now we take care of each other.
So how come you never got married?
I did.
What happened?
It didn't work.
Why?
Guess I picked the wrong guy.
# Oh, how grateful I will be
# These arms of mine
# They are burning
# Yearning from wanting you
# And if you
# Would let them ho-old you
# Oh, how grateful I will be
# These arms of mine
# They are burning
# Burning from wanting you
# These arms of mine
# They are lonely, yeah
# Wanting to hold you
# And if you
# Would let them ho-old you
# Oh, how grateful I will be
# Come on Come on, baby
# Just be my little woman
# Just be my lover
# Oh
# I need me somebody
# Somebody to treat me right
# Oh
# I need your arms
# Lovin' arms to hold me tight
# And I-I-I need
# I need your I need your tender lips
# To hold
# Hold me... #
HORSE NEIGHS
Mmm.
Little Rock.
You're going to have a lot of pain
when you get older, Dalton.
You'll be crippled if you don't slow down.
That's what they say.
You already know that?
No, but that's what they say.
Ha ha ha!
Where are you going to go from here?
I don't know.
You could stay, Dalton...
if you wanted to.
I don't think so.
Hang on.
You had a woman up there with you?
That's right.
Don't give me no lip, Lord.
Where'd she get to?
She'll be back.
If you're smart, you'd pitch your tent.
Sometimes, I'm not smart enough.
You never know, son.
Maybe she'll be smart enough for both of you.
Hiya, Dalt.
Hi, honey. Hey! There he is!
Hello, big guy.
Hey, Cody.
Hey, bro. What's going down?
Not too much.
That's not what I hear.
Word is you've been spending time
with Elizabeth Clay.
So?
You know who had a thing for Elizabeth Clay?
Brad Wesley.
Now, as I hear it,
she left town and he went nuts.
Small town, huh, Dalton?
< Dalton!
The truck's here.
OK.
Of course, that's just the word.
Thanks.
No problem.
HE SIGHS
"The Double Douche."
Hey, hey!
Put 'em back.
This bar is closed for business.
It's OK, Jim. Take a break.
Can I buy you a drink? >
Guess not.
Yaaah!
Uh! Ah!
Got a skinny little runt named Dalton working here?
He's out the back.
I know you.
Pour me a beer, will you?
I'll be back.
How do you like that, Kung Fu?
How's it going, mijo?
Mind your own business, Dad.
< Let go!
Uh! >
Do you want to fight, dickless?
I sure ain't gonna show you my dick.
Uh!
Oh, no, no! Oh, shit!
Damn, that hurts, doesn't it?
Aaaargh!
Ah!
Hey! There's a fight out back! >
Uh!
Ha ha!
Hey, I had it under control.
I knew that.
Glad to see you.
Good to see you.
Who is that guy? >
Gentlemen, Wade Garrett.
Holy shit.
Exactly right.
Morgan! Nice to see you!
Where in the fuck are we going now?
I got somebody I want you to meet.
Uh-oh.
I thought you said you were all right.
I'm fine.
I fucking knew it.
Ha ha ha!
Hi.
Hey.
Ha ha ha!
1975, Albuquerque.
Blind-sided by a bottle of Jack Daniel's,
fucking around somewhere
where I shouldn't have been at the time.
I was very drunk.
Kid here got his head cracked.
You got the scar.
I'll show you a scar.
I'll show you one I'm real sentimental about, Doc.
Oh.
A woman?
Boy, was she!
God, I feel like dancing.
You like to dance, Doc?
Yeah.
WADE: What time is it?
Daytime.
Let's get out of here.
Take this lady someplace a little more romantic.
Let's go.
He's serious.
Well, we better go.
There you are.
JUKE BOX PLAYS
# All
# My exes live in Texas... #
Yeehaw!
# And Texas is a place I've... #
He's great leaving the gate,
but not much for stamina!
# All my exes live in Texas
# And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee... #
This the part when you tell me
what a great guy your friend is?
Not hardly.
It's the part where I tell you
I want you for myself.
Er, yo! >
Whatever he's saying,
you can be sure it's a lie.
# But I'm alive and well in Tennessee. #
Don't bet on it.
Thanks, Doc.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
That gal has got entirely too many brains
to have an ass like that.
You got your hands full, kid.
What's the matter?
Still living in the past, aren't you?
You're a long way from Memphis.
Memphis has nothing to do with it.
Bullshit.
That dog won't hunt.
I can't believe
you're still dragging that shit around with you.
It seems to me
you'd be a little more...
philosophical about it...
and cut it the fuck loose.
You know that fucking cu...
that girl...
never told you she was married,
did she? >
When a man sticks a gun in your face,
you got two choices.
You can die, or you can kill the motherfucker.
Don't mean to bust up the party,
but my shift starts in a couple hours.
Thought I'd go home and sleep.
Aren't you guys tired?
I'll get all the sleep I need when I'm dead.
Thanks for the dance.
Bye.
SIRENS WAIL
Dalton, Red's place is on fire!
SIRENS WAIL
CROWD SCREAMS
Whoa!
SIRENS WAIL
With a fire like that, nothing they could do.
Nothing.
Jack Daniel's.
Thank you.
It's like a morgue in here.
Play something, Elvis.
Buy those firemen a drink!
They risked their lives
to save a no-good draft dodger like Red Webster.
< Ask for a contribution to improve the town,
everybody digs deep except for him.
Of course you can dance, honey.
Elvis, play something with balls!
# Gypsy woman told my mother
# Before I was born
# She said you got a boy child comin'
# And he's gonna be a son of a gun
# Gonna make pretty women
# Jump and shout
# The world gonna know
# What's it all about
# But you know I'm here... #
Woo! >
# Oh, yeah, everybody knows I'm here... #
< Oh, yeah!
Woo! >
# Cos I'm your hoochie coochie man Yeah
# And everybody knows I'm here... #
MEN WHISTLE
# I've got a black cat bone
# I've got a mojo tooth
# I got John the Conqueror root
# I'm gonna mess with you
# I'm gonna make you, girl... #
< Yeah!
# Then the world will know
# I'm the hoochie coochie man
# Cos you know I'm here
# Ooh
# Well, everybody knows I'm here
# Well, I'm your hoochie coochie man
# Little girl
# You better believe I'm here... #
WHISTLING
< Yeah, I want it!
You going to have a pet,
keep it on a leash.
You're right.
Jimmy.
GLASS SMASHES
# On the seventh hour
# Of the seventh day
# Of the seventh month
# Seven doctors say
# They say he was born for good luck
# And that you'll see
# I got $700, baby
# Don't you mess with me
# Cos you know I'm here
# Oh... #
Yeah! >
# Yeah, I'm your hoochie coochie man
# Everybody knows I'm here... #
Somebody get a drink around here?
Ah! Ah!
You!
Ooh! Ha!
Huh! Huh!
Oooaaargh!
Come on, old man.
Eeya!
Yaah!
Eeya!
GUNSHOT
All right. That's enough.
This isn't working out, Dalton.
Let's go, boys.
Your ass is mine, boy.
Same town, new story, huh, pal?
Ha ha ha!
Let's get a beer.
I've talked till I'm blue in the face.
We could salvage the place, Red.
I'll help you.
Nope.
You got insurance, don't you?
Wesley gets richer while everybody else gets poorer.
Can you prove he started the fire?
Prove it to whom?
The police are in his pocket.
I can call a friend who works for the FBI.
You going to take the stand against him?
There's only one person you got to prove anything to.
That's Wesley himself.
You scared him last night.
Brad Wesley - he's not afraid of anything, right?
Last night, that son of a bitch was afraid.
No, he wasn't.
CHILDREN CHATTER
Dalton, check this out.
Wesley wants to put something down on a new car.
You lost your faith, Strodenmire.
That's what it is.
It's made you an abuser!
Well, what are you waiting for, guy?
Drive through there!
< No! No!
No, no!
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
He can't do that!
TYRES SQUEAL
Yeah! >
ALL: All right!
THEY CHEER
What the hell is wrong with you, Brad?
Have you lost your mind?
He's a drifter.
See you with someone like that,
it's a shame.
This has nothing to do with him.
Well, you get him out of here, Elizabeth,
because if you don't, he's going down,
and I won't lose a second's sleep about it.
Strodenmire...
I never thought you'd turn on me too.
This is my town.
Don't you forget it.
Let's go, Jimmy.
You got insurance, don't you?
Hey, amigo.
You're all fucked up, aren't you?
Let's crank that thing up and head down the road.
We'll be gone by dawn
and never see this place again.
You can leave anytime you want to.
Oh, shit, kid.
Oh, fuck.
You don't need this.
Don't tell me what I need.
If you want to go,
go, get the fuck out, and leave me alone.
Yeah. You're right.
I ought to stop telling you what to do.
Maybe I ought to kick your ass.
No. We don't want to do this.
I want to tell you something else.
You taught me as much as I ever taught you.
I love you, mijo.
I'll see you.
Dalton?
Little late for a house call, don't you think?
I came to talk to you.
No. You came to tell me to leave.
I care about you, Dalton. You don't know him.
Bullshit!
I know exactly who Brad Wesley is.
I have seen his kind many times.
He keeps taking and taking
until somebody takes him!
Nobody in this town can stand up to him.
But you can stop him(!)
Brad Wesley picked me, and when he did, he fucked up.
I am only good at one thing - I never lose.
What will you win?
Who's this for? Are you doing it for them?
I don't think so.
You think you're going to
save these people from Brad Wesley?
Well, who's going to save them from you?
Emmet!
HORSES NEIGH
Emmet?
Emmet, talk to me! Are you all right?
HE COUGHS
I'd be fine if you'd get off of me.
ENGINE ROARS
Ha ha ha!
Prepare to die.
You are such an asshole.
Yaah!
I used to fuck guys like you in prison.
Damn, boy!
I thought you were good!
Go fuck yourself.
Yaah!
Aargh!
Aah!
Now I'm going to kill you the old-fashioned way.
GUNSHOT
Ahh!
Aahh!
Wesley!
Fuck you!
TELEPHONE RINGS
Hello.
WESLEY: 'Top of the morning to you.
'Well, here's what's on for today -'
Wade or Elizabeth.
What?
One of them dies.
'Now, who will it be?
'Hmm?'
You are a sick man.
Well, I just have to flip a coin.
Hold on a second.
Wesley!
Dalton...
I'd sure like to tell you how it turned out.
DALTON: 'Wesley!'
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
Over here.
Are you all right?
Mm-hm. There was only three of them.
They said I was lucky.
I got to find Doc.
Let's go.
Sit the fuck down.
Have a beer. I'll be back.
Hey.
Wesley wins, man. We're out of here.
Attaboy, mijo.
Where's Dr Clay?
She's in X-ray.
DOOR OPENS
Get your things. We're out of here.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
Oh, yes you are.
Let's go! Now!
Forget it.
Doc...the man is crazy.
And you're not?
Now get out of here.
Yo! Wake the fuck up.
We're out of here.
I said one beer, senor...
Remember that blonde?
Whew! She could suck-start a Harley.
Mm-hm.
There he is.
Get out of here!
Find that prick!
(O'Connor?)
(Shit!)
HE CHOKES
Tails again.
(Oh, I hate this place!)
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Mr Wesley!
You're made for each other.
DOOR OPENS
WESLEY: I see you found my trophy room, Dalton.
The only thing that's missing
is your ass.
< What's this all about anyway?
Your friend Wade? One old man?
That's what I call a mercy killing.
I took him out of his misery.
Now, you're not mad at me about that, are you?
Hell, you took Jimmy.
He was in better shape.
Heh-heh. Hell, you took all my boys!
Now, come on out, Dalton.
This town is big enough for both of us.
Let's talk about this.
Argh!
I thought it would be fun to fight you, Dalton.
I really did.
But now I just don't have the time.
No!
It's over!
GUNSHOT
Argh!
This is OUR town, and don't you forget it.
SIRENS WAIL
TYRES SQUEAL
CAR DOOR SHUTS
< Brad, where are you?
We're in here, Sheriff.
All right. Who's going to tell me
what the hell happened here?
↑ I didn't see nothing.
You see anything, Pete?
Nah, I didn't see anything.
You see anything, Red?
I didn't see nothing, not a thing.
You see anything, Tinker?
A polar bear fell on me.
# Look out across the fields
# See me returnin'
# Smoke is in your eyes
# You draw a smile
# From the fireplace
# Where my letters to you are burnin'
# You've had time to think about it
# For a while
# Well, I've walked 200 miles
# Look me over
# It's the end of the chase
# And the moon is high
# It won't matter who loves who
# You love me or I love you
# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
# When the night comes fallin'
# From the sky
# Well, I can see through your walls
# I can tell that you're hurting
# Sorrow covers you up
# Like a cape
# Only yesterday
# I know that you were flirting
# With disaster
# Somehow managed to escape
# Well, I can't provide for you
# No easy answers
# Who are you
# That I should have to lie?
# You know all about it, love
# It will fit you like a glove
# Yeah, yeah
# When the night comes fallin'
# From the sky
# Yeah, yeah
# For all eternity
# I think I will remember
# That icy wind
# That's howling in your eyes
# You will see me in your time
# In the wasteland of your mind
# Yeah, yeah, yeah
# When the night comes fallin'
# From the sky
# Whoa, yeah
# When the night comes fallin'
# From the sky... #