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- Ahh!
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Mr. John Dickinson.
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Last night,
my youngest son, Charlie...
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God bless his soul...
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was gunned down in cold blood
right here in our own hotel.
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The gutless murderer,
one Mr. Bill Blake,
also shot to death Miss Thel Russel,
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the fiancée
of my beloved son.
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Not only that, but he stole
a very spirited and valuable horse,
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a beautiful young pinto that belonged
to my personal family stable.
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Hell, only, a pinto ain't
rightly a horse to fret much
about, if the truth be told.
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Shut up!
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You three are supposed to be
the finest killers of men and Indians...
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in this here
half of the world.
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Cole Wilson,
your reputation is already a legend.
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You I know I can trust.
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Conway Twill, you're
a real good killer,
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but be sure you keep
that goddamn trap shut.
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And johnny
"The Kid"pickett.
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I heard tell
you killed 14 men.
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I doubt you've seen
that many years,
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and I ain't even gonna tell you
what I really think of you.
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- I always work alone.
- Uh, excuse me there, Mr. Dickinson,
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but, uh, rightly I, I never
have worked with anyone else either.
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- I never have.
- Uh, yeah, m-me neither.