Unforgiven

No, please! No! Please!

Davey!

- Come running, lad! - Please don't!

- Stop it! - Brand you like a damn steer!

- Bitch! - No, please!

Hold the bitch! Hold her!

Hold her or I'll cut her tits off!

Go get Skinny! Quick!

Mike, don't!

Skinny!

Think it's funny?

Skinny, get the gun!

Get off of her, cowboy.

- They wouldn't let you settle it? - You know Skinny.

He says he'll shoot them.

I says, "You can't." He says, "Get Little Bill."

I says, "He's sleeping." But he don't care.

He'll shoot them boys soon.

She dying?

She'll live.

She didn't steal nothing or touch his poke.

When she seen his teensy little pecker...

...she giggled. She didn't know no better.

Hang them, Little Bill.

Go to the office and get the bullwhip.

A whipping's all they get after what they done?

- It ain't no little thing. - But what they done...

Alice!

Shut up!

- Whipping won't settle this. - No?

Here's a contract between me and Delilah Fitzgerald, the cut whore.

I brought her from Boston, paid her expenses and all.

I got a contract that represents an investment of capital.

Property.

Damaged property.

Like if I hamstrung one of their ponies.

You think nobody'll fuck her now?

Hell, no!

Leastways, won't pay to do it!

Nobody's going to pay good money for a cut-up whore!

You boys are off the Bar T.

Got your own ponies?

Yeah, I got four.

Six.

Guess you want no trial, no fuss?

No, sir.

All right.

You did the cutting.

This fall, you bring in five ponies to Skinny.

Five?

And you...

...bring two.

- You give them over, hear? - Yes, sir.

The whip.

Maybe we don't need it now.

I'll tell you, come the spring, Skinny don't have those ponies...

...I'll come looking for you. - You ain't whipping them?

I fined them instead, Alice.

Skinny gets some ponies and that's it?!

That ain't fair.

That ain't fair!

Haven't you seen enough blood tonight?

Hell, Alice...

...it ain't like they was tramps or loafers or...

...bad men. They were just...

...hardworking boys that were foolish.

- If they was wicked in a regular way... - Like whores?

Tend to Delilah.

Go ahead.

I got $85.

I don't know.

If Delilah doesn't care, what are we so riled up about?

We let them smelly fools ride us like horses...

...doesn't mean we must let them brand us like horses.

Maybe we ain't nothing but whores, but...

...by God, we ain't horses!

I got $112.

That's everything.

And you, Faith?

200.

240... dollars.

Jesus, what you been doing?

Giving Skinny something special?

She laughs.

With what Kate got, and Silky, me and Little Sue...

It ain't enough.

Not yet, maybe.

You don't look like no son-of-a- bitching cold-blooded assassin.

Say what?

You call yourself Mr. William Munny.

You have me confused with someone else, mister.

Shot Charlie Pepper in Lake County?

Hey, Pa!

What, son?

Two more hogs got the fever.

You shot Charlie Pepper.

You killed William Harvey and robbed that train in Missouri.

Hold on.

Son, get those hogs separated there.

Penny, help your brother.

That one's sick too.

We'll talk inside.

So you're Pete Sothow's nephew?

I thought you'd come to kill me for something I'd done in the old days.

I could have.

Easy.

I guess maybe so.

You don't look like no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded damn killer.

Maybe I ain't.

Uncle Pete says you was the meanest goddamn son-of-a-bitch alive.

And if I wanted a partner for a killing...

...you were the worst one.

Meaning the best.

Because you're as cold as snow...

...and don't have no weak nerve nor fear.

Pete said that?

He did.

I'm a killer myself, but I haven't killed as many as you...

...because of my youth.

Schofield Kid, they call me.

Why?

You from Schofield?

No, it's on account of my...

...Schofield-Smith & Wesson pistol.

How about it?

How about what?

How about being my partner?

I'm heading north in through Niobrara to Wyoming.

Kill two no-good cowboys.

For what?

For cutting up a lady.

Her face.

Cut her eyes out, her ears off.

They even cut her teets.

Jesus.

$1,000 reward, Will.

500 each.

I can't move those damn pigs!

Watch your cussing.

Do your best. Go to the pump and get cleaned up.

Come on.

I ain't like that anymore, Kid.

It was whiskey done it as much as anything else.

I ain't had a drop in over 10 years.

My wife...

...cured me...

...of drink and...

...wickedness.

You don't look so prosperous.

You could buy her a new dress with your half.

You could buy your wife a fancy...

She's passed on.

Been gone near three years now.

Don't tell anyone about the reward. I don't need no one else trying to collect.

Don't see no one.

Change your mind, you could catch me.

I'll ride due west for the trail headed north into Wyoming.

Let's separate those hogs.

Two others.

I think they got the fever.

Took you boys a while.

A few more days and I was going to call on the sheriff.

How about that?

The river was all swelled up. Couldn't cross it.

I bet. Get them horses to the livery.

Take that one over around the back.

Now here's a beauty.

You got my two. This one ain't yours.

We'll see about that.

Bastards! Get out of town!

Get out of here!

You are very sick sons-of-bitches!

Don't come back, butcher!

This here pony...

...I brung for the lady my partner cut.

She's the best.

Better than what I gave him.

She can sell her...

...or do what she wants.

A pony?

She ain't got no face left and you give her a mangy pony?

She ain't mangy!

Get out of here!

We don't need your goddamn charity!

Get out of our town and don't come back!

Get out of our town!

Did Pa use to kill folks?

I could tell your ma liked those flowers I gave her.

She ain't a saddle horse no more, Pa. Ain't used to the feel.

Take care of your sister, son.

Kill a few chickens if you must and keep those hogs with fever separate.

If you have any problem, go see Sally Two Trees at Ned Logan's.

Ain't been in the saddle myself in a while.

She's getting even with me for the sins of my youth.

In my youth before I met your dear departed ma...

...I was weak and given to mistreating animals.

This horse and those hogs over there...

...are getting even for the cruelty I inflicted.

I used to be able to cuss and whip a horse like this...

...but your ma showed me the error of my ways.