Bad Girls

Anita!

Coming.

Come on, sweetie! Open the door!

I’ve been saving up for you for a long time.

Come on, honey!

I’m a-waitin'!

Happy birthday, Colonel.

Oh, darlin', darlin'!

No, no, no.

All right, let's raise the flag on the flagpole today, huh?

You know the rules: no side arms upstairs.

Getting a birthday kiss, yeah.

Take off your coat.

- Come on, darlin'. - A toast.

A toast? Yeah, give me a drink. Sure.

- Oh, you're such a pig. - Ah, yeah! Oink, oink, oink!

- Here's to one year better. - One year better and one year older.

Now, darlin', what do you say, huh?

Where's the center of your charms? Come on! Come on!

- I might get bruises. - I’m gonna run after you, all right.

Come here. Come here. Take that off.

Ooh.

- Kiss me. - Oh, no.

- I want that kiss! - You don't wanna mess with me.

Where you goin'?

- There they go again. - What the hell’s going on?

# Yes, we'll gather at the river #

# The beautiful, the beautiful river #

# Gather with the saints at the river #

# That flows by the throne of God. #

God-fearing citizens of this fine town,

ain't it about time

we stop letting the sad morality

of a pernicious few sinners bring shame upon us all?

Amen!

Time to put a stop to the drinkin'...

... and the gamblin'

and the whorin'

right under our very noses!

Hey, preacher, you come up here.

We think we might could change your mind.

A man's entitled to a drink every once in a while.

My father, he'd have his drink on Saturday night

and he'd work hard all week long.

There's nothing wrong with that.

You see, it says in the Bible...

Give me two cards.

Two, I want two.

You had two already.

Whoa! Hold on there!

Where you goin'? We ain't finished yet.

I ain't even got my birthday kiss yet.

You gonna plan on robbing me of it?

Come on, now. I’m gonna take you.

- It's all right. Come on. - Come on, darlin'.

Yep, that's the one I wanted.

Oh, boy!

You stay away from me! Cody! Cody! Cody!

- Cody! - Damn whore!

Now, keep your hands off her, Colonel.

I paid for a goddamn birthday kiss!

I’m gonna get one!

You touch her again, you're a dead man.

She shot him! The whore shot the colonel!

Get her! Harlot! Get her!

She shot the colonel! She shot him!

Get her! Get her!

# With the cross of Jesus #

# Going on before #

# Christ, the royal Master #

# Leads against the foe #

# Forward into battle #

# See His banners go... #

- You okay? - Yeah.

Oh!

The good Lord sayeth an eye for an eye, a life for a life.

Lord, let this Jezebel be damned to death!

Harlot, you cannot escape the wrath of our Lord.

I accuse you of harlotry.

I accuse you of destroying the sanctity of marriage.

I accuse you of bringing sin and disease to this town.

You have blackened the sun and bloodied the moon.

I accuse you of having a scorpion between your legs

that destroys man's covenant with God!

Cleanse yourself with death!

Free yourself from your sinful enslavement!

Just get on with it.

Then let us pray.

O God, Jesus has said

every tree is known by its fruits.

This woman has brought forth bad fruit,

And we pray unto you today, Lord...

... to bless us as we rid our fair community of this woman,

this abomination, this scarlet temptress

who is ruining our town.

I say unto her the day of wrath is at hand.

Hyah!

Hah!

Yah!

Hah!

Seems more like a lifetime

than three years.

I’m not exactly...

your blushing bride anymore.

I know you don't hold it against me, but I do.

At least I never let another man kiss me.

I’ll always have you in my heart.

If nothing else, at least that's sacred.

Let's go.

If we don't put ground between us and Echo City,

we won't be going anywhere.

Hey there.

We're with the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

I wonder if you can help us.

We're looking for a Miss Matilda Clayborne.

That's her in the buggy.

Thank you.

I'll tell ya, they are way the hell

out of my jurisdiction by now, Mrs. Clayborne.

Chappy, if you were anything more than a pile of manure

with a badge on it, my colonel might still be alive.

Well, I didn't put no gun to your mister's head

and make him jump that whore.

Bitch.

We came as soon as we got the wire, ma'am.

- Sorry about your husband. - You're wasting time.

I’m hiring you because what passes for the law around here

won't leave this jurisdiction.

I want that filthy harlot killed

or brought back to me, no matter what.

I had these drawn up.

And that's just a taste of what you'll get

when you bring her back here.

Sonny, do you want to get our mounts off the horse car

at the back of the train?

- Yes, sir. - Don't you worry, ma'am.

You just point us which way they went.

We'll track 'em all right.

Okay, lift it. Higher.

Okay, ease it down.

That should do it.

The wagon!

You all right, sweetpea?

Yah!

Hyah!

Yah!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, now.

Whoa.

Well, might as well eat this, too.

You can't tell the one meat from the other.

Yeah, just like men.

So, are we gonna find another saloon somewhere?

I’m finished with that.

So am I.

What do you got there? Is that a stock certificate?

It’s a homesteader's claim to 640 acres

in the Oregon Territory.

Jim and I had it together. It’s what we came out west for.

- What's it worth? - A lot of hard work.

And then what you got? A farm, unless the bank takes it away.

We were gonna start a sawmill.

- A sawmill? - Yeah.

All the settling out here now means more schools and saloons,

churches, houses that means lumber.

Now, how come you never told us about this before?

I don't know.

I didn't know how I was gonna do it all by myself.

What I mean to say is,

I'd like it if you all would go in with me.

Together we could do it. We could run a business.

A sawmill?

We sold our bodies. Why can't we sell some wood?

Might as well go ahead and cook that thing some more.

- It ain't gonna hurt to burn it none. - I suppose not.

Takes money.

- Building a sawmill takes money. - I know.

I’m probably just dreaming,

but it's the closest thing to a plan we've got.

Well, it could be I got some.

In Agua Dulce.

Been wiring it there for years. Over $12,000 now.

What? Two

- What are you saying? - I’m saying a sawmill

Why the hell not?

Yeah. Why the hell not?

Ooh!

A sawmill.

Ugh.

Well, as long as I don't have to get any splinters in my fingers.

Oh, Eileen.

This stuff's... raunchy.

That's why they call it rotgut.

Oh, it hits you quick.

Whoa.

Maybe a day old.

They was pullin' a wagon.

If it don't rain, it won't be hard pickin' 'em up.