Devise unforgiven 1
She knew me back then.
She knew what a…
…no-good son-of-a-bitch l was.
She ainґt allowing that l changed.
She donґt realize l
ainґt like that no more.
-You know women.
-l ainґt the same, Ned.
Claudia straightened me up.
Cleared me of drinking whiskey and all.
Going on this killing…
…donґt mean lґll go
back to the way l was.
Just need the money.
Get a new start for them youngsters.
Remember that drover
l shot in the mouth…
…and his teeth came
out the back of his head?
l think about him now and again.
He didnґt do anything
to deserve to get shot.
At least nothing l remembered
when l sobered up.
You was one crazy son-of-a-bitch.
No one liked me.
The boys all thought lґd shoot
them out of pure meanness.
You ainґt like that no more.
Eagle, he hated my guts.
Bonaparte didnґt think too much of me.
Quincy neither, l reckon.
Quincy used to just watch all the time.
Scared.
Like l said…
…you ainґt like that no more.
Thatґs right.
lґm just a fellow now.
l ainґt no different than anyone else.
No more.
What son-of-a-bitch shot him?
Was it one of them John Bulls?
No, sir.
The would-be assassin is a gentleman
of French ancestry. Or so it seems.