Unforgiven I'm Here To Kill You Little Bill Warner Classics

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AI GeneratedA group of men pursue fugitives toward Texas, leading to a violent confrontation at a local establishment. The encounter results in the death of \"Little Bill\" and reveals the presence of William Money, a notorious killer. Amidst the chaos, a writer is caught in the crossfire, and the scene concludes with Money's menacing threats toward the survivors.
Early in the morning. We're going to chase these fellas clear down to Texas.
Oh, don't spend too much of your own money.
We're going to divide up into four parties.
And we'll hit all the farms and the trails and make a big circle.
And we're bound to come across somebody who's seen these skunks.
Who's the fella who owns this ---- hole?
You, fat man. Speak up.
I own this establishment.
Bought it from Greeley for a thousand dollars.
You better clear out of there.
Yes, sir.
Just hold it right there. Hold it!
Well, sir, you were a cowardly son of a bitch.
You just shot an unarmed man.
Well, he should have armed himself.
He's going to decorate his saloon with my friend.
You'd be William Money out of Missouri.
Killer of women and children.
That's right. I've killed women and children.
Killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another.
And I'm here to kill you, little Bill, for what you did to Ned.
You boys better move away.
All right, gentlemen. He's got one barrel left.
When he fires that, take out your pistols and shoot him down like the mangy scoundrel he is.
Misfire. Kill him, son of a bitch!
Any man don't want to get killed. Better clear on out the back.
I've been shot! I've been shot!
You ain't shot.
Look, please. I don't have a gun. I am not armed.
Pick up that rifle. Pick it up.
Shells, too.
You killed little Bill.
Sure you ain't armed?
No. Look, I'm not. I don't have a gun. I've never had a gun.
I write. I'm a writer.
Writer? Yeah.
Letters and such? No. Books.
Books.
I don't believe it. You killed five men in a single hand.
Yeah.
That's a suspensory rifle, right?
That's right.
Who'd you kill first?
Huh?
When confronted by superior numbers, an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first.
Is that so? Yeah. Little Bill told me that.
And you probably killed him first, didn't you?
I was lucky in the order.
But I've always been lucky when it comes to killing folks.
And so, who was next?
It was Clyde, right? He must have killed Clyde.
Well, it could have been Deputy Andy, wasn't he?
All I can tell you is who's gonna be last.
I don't deserve this.
To die like this.
I was building a house.
Deserves got nothing to do with it.
I'll see you in hell, William Money.
Yeah.
All right, I'm coming out.
Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him.
Any sumbitch takes a shot at me,
I'm not only gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill his wife.
All his friends.
Burn his damn house down.
Nobody better shoot.
Hey, Hector, go ahead, shoot him.
Kid.
Hell no. I ain't no deputy.
You better bury Ned right.
Better not cut up, nor otherwise harm no whore.
Or I'll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches.
