(suspense music)
 
 
 
 
 
(snores)
 
Julius, you need anything else?
I'mma shutter down.
Nope? Good deal.
 
Alright.
(loud thunder)
Oh.
(sighs)
 
That shook my bones, boy. Gohlee.
What we gon' do if this storm gets worse?
You mean worse like a twister or something?
Yeah.
Somethin' like that.
Well hell, we'll just go hunker down out back.
That's a st-u-p-i-d
plan.
Know what I mean?
(suspense music)
What's your name, friend?
You got a name, right?
Most of us do.
Why?
Did I cause some offense?
Huh?
I like to know who I'm speakin' with.
 
Well, my name's John.
Friend.
And I'm a straight shooter
in every sense
of the word.
Know what I mean?
Well, John
Mmm-hmmm?
One of these days that straight shootin' gonna' get you killed.
Ah. Okay.
(laughs)
 
 
 
Yeah, a couple guys one time said the same thing.
(laughs)
Ahhhh
Shoot.
What was the outcome of that?
Well, since you asked
I went down there
did what I had to do.
Killed them both.
(foot tapping)
Then collected my bounty.
You know?
(laughs)
Yeah, I see.
You're that sort?
Sure am.
(foot taps)
(thunder and loud slam)
(wind blows hard)
Whoo-wee. That storm is right behind us.
Y'all got a place where we can keep our horses?
Yep, yep.
Right out back.
5 cents a head per day.
Good enough.
Roy?
Find us a nice place to sit.
 
 
(footsteps)
 
(gun cocks)
 
Howdy, fellas?
 
Move your hands. Show me what you got under there.
 
(suspense music)
We want this table.
Ah.
(laughs)
Same thing I was just thinkin.'
'Cause I want this table as well.
That's the reason why I'm still sitting here
looking at you.
(farting sound)
 
Let me place it different.
We need this table.
I see all these other fine tables
that you guys can accommodate.
If you know what I mean.
(distant thunder)
Move.
Or what?
Or get moved.
Hey?
So, you gonna' let these
very
likeable
folks
come in here and take my table from me?
Well, John
is it?
You say you're a straight shooter?
Shoot 'em straight.
(gun cocks)
(loud crash)
(gun shot)
(punch)
(block sound)
(yelling)
(punch)
(punch)
(fall)
Aaaaayyyy!
 
(punch)
(punch)
(punch)
(punch)
(whoosh)
(crash)
(intense music)
I think
he's had enough.
(thrown chair)
(yells)
You just killed yo'self.
Negro.
So, you planned on killin' him.
Now you aim to kill me too?
That's right, boy.
This is none of yo' business.
Well, where I'm from;
Cold blooded murder?
Well, that's everybody's business.
(fly buzzes)
 
Well, lookie here, boys.
 
Looks like we've got ourselves a
concerned citizen.
(men laugh)
 
And just how do we treat
 
concerned citizens?
With the utmost respect.
(light thud)
(punch)
(loud thud)
(guns cock)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Now, before this gets anymore out of hand
why don't y'all just let me explain who I am
why I'm here?
(guns cock, footsteps approach)
Stop!
 
Now, ain't none of this gon' go like y'all think.
And just how do we think?
Oh, you think on killing everybody in this room
and gettin' back on the trail.
See that?
That right there? That's real introspective of you good citizen.
And
exactly right.
But hey
as your dyin' wish
why don't you just tell us who the hell you are and what you're doin' here?
(thunder)
Who I am?
is Bass Reeves.
(suspense music)
What I am
is a United States Deputy Marshal.
As to why I'm here?
Well, I'm here for you
Ben Carver.
I'm here for you.
Now, I probably got warrants for the rest of y'all, so
why don't we just work this whole thing out.
 
That's either real brave
or real stupid of you to tell us who you are.
Regardless
I count one of you
and 9 of us.
Well, if a man can do it
I can.
And if a man can't?
I still can.
And by the way
these 2?
They're with me.
Then they can die with you.
(gun cocks)
 
Bang!
(gun de-cocks)
(gun cocks)
Bang.
 
(men laugh)
(music builds)
(gun cocks)
(gun shot)
(thud)
(music intensifies with drums)
(gun cocks)
 
(shotgun cocks)
(loud thud)
What the hell's goin' on in here?
(guns cock)
(gun shots)
(footsteps)
Put them guns down.
 
Put them guns down!
(guns cock)
 
 
Well, go on, boy. Kill me.
Naw, I'm not gonna' kill you.
I'm just gonna' teach you a lesson.
Just because you can
don't mean you should.
Ya coward.
You yellow belly tenderfoot!
You're dead.
If you don't kill me right now, you're dead!
And the world will have one less dumb nig
(punch)
 
 
Sometimes you should.
 
 
 
 
 
