Devise unforgiven 1
No, please! No! Please!
Davey!
-Come running, lad!
-Please donґt!
-Stop it!
-Brand you like a damn steer!
-Bitch!
-No, please!
Hold the bitch! Hold her!
Hold her or lґll cut her tits off!
Go get Skinny! Quick!
Mike, donґt!
Skinny!
Think itґs funny?
Skinny, get the gun!
Get off of her, cowboy.
-They wouldnґt let you settle it?
-You know Skinny.
He says heґll shoot them.
l says, ”You canґt.”
He says, ”Get Little Bill.”
l says, ”Heґs sleeping.”
But he donґt care.
Heґll shoot them boys soon.
She dying?
Sheґll live.
She didnґt steal nothing
or touch his poke.
When she seen his
teensy little pecker…
…she giggled.
She didnґt know no better.
Hang them, Little Bill.
Go to the office and get the bullwhip.
A whippingґs all they
get after what they done?
-lt ainґt no little thing.
-But what they done–
Alice!
Shut up!
-Whipping wonґt settle this.
-No?
Hereґs a contract between me and
Delilah Fitzgerald, the cut whore.
l brought her from Boston,
paid her expenses and all.
l got a contract that represents
an investment of capital.
Property.
Damaged property.
Like if l hamstrung one of their ponies.