Nemesis: Part Two

Part Two

CHRIS:
The son of a bitch is close enough to kill a man in my hotel room. Why are we sitting here eating breakfast?
JOSIAH:
It's the most important meal of the day.
CHRIS:
You think this is a joke, preacher man?!
BUCK:
Easy, partner. Easy.
NATHAN:
Calm down now. Calm down.
JOSIAH:
Nobody thinks This is a joke, Chris.
BUCK:
Our search party's going to get bigger real soon, and that's going to help, Chris. We're going to find him.
CHRIS:
Great.
STEELE:
Morning, boys.
BUCK:
You picked a bad time. Mister, you're like a piece of something a man can't scrape off the bottom of his boot. Did you follow us?
STEELE:
I had no choice. You left me out there wandering around for a day without any food. You going to eat that?
JOSIAH:
I'm going to go down to the dry goods store. Maybe this man orders his gloves custom-made.
NATHAN:
I'm going down to that horse livery, see if I can find big gray.
STEELE:
Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson I heard you're a doctor of sorts.
NATHAN:
No, sir. I ain't no doctor. I'm just interested in healing folks.
STEELE:
Interested. May I ask you a few questions? Please step outside with me for one second. From 'Slave To Surgeon,' you know, there's a story in your life, Mr. Jackson. If you'd just allow me to...
BUCK:
Chris, one in the wagon!
BUCK:
Steele, are you crazy?! Get down, you fool!
STEELE:
Hey, it's all right. They're not shooting at me. Ah! ( yells )
BUCK:
Chris, get down here. We'll cover you.

BUCK:
They're all over us!
JOSIAH:
What in heaven's name is that?
( donkey braying )

MAN 1:
Let's out of here!
MAN 2:
Come on!
EZRA:
Whoa!
CHRIS:
Now that was good timing.
EZRA:
Sorry for the delay.
VIN:
JD, Ezra, you'd best get down.
VIN:
Let's get after them.

VIN:
Figures their tracks would lead here. Back under the rock they crawled out from. Welcome to Purgatory, boys. A real hellhole.
BUCK:
Might want to take them alive-- find out who's paying them.
VIN:
Three men... one of them was on a paint.
STEELE:
Howdy, boys.
BUCK:
Good God almighty.
STEELE:
Go, mule, go.
( braying )
STEELE:
Purgatory. A Mexican bandit town. I've heard about it all my life and now I get to see it. Come on.

EZRA:
Mr. Steele my compatriots tell me that you're a servant of the muse-- a literary man?
STEELE:
Why, yes. I write about this.
EZRA:
High adventures in the untamed west.
STEELE:
Precisely. My books sell very well.
EZRA:
And the characters who people your books...if one were to, say, figure prominently in the narrative might there be some manner of monetary remuneration given to such a person?
STEELE:
Perhaps. Uh... royalties and such.
EZRA:
Royalties. Yes. You and I really must discuss the financial aspects of your business.
STEELE:
Why, I would be happy to Mister... um...?
EZRA:
Standish. Ezra Standish.
STEELE:
You wouldn't happen to have a card would you, Mr. Standish?
EZRA:
Matter of fact, I would.

CHRIS:
Come with me. We'll meet back at the cantina in an hour.
BUCK:
Nathan.
NATHAN:
Mm-hmm.
BUCK:
Hard to tell What he's going to do. Keep a good eye on him.
NATHAN:
All right.

STEELE:
Yep. Cantina. That's where I'm going.
EZRA:
That, I believe, would be imprudent.
STEELE:
Huh?
EZRA:
The local residents have a rather marked predisposition against people of your, uh... geographical origins.
STEELE:
Uh-huh. Oh, really? Well, if I heard right half the wanted men in the west are in this town-- men with stories to tell. Now, this is my first visit here and I'm goingto meet some of them.
EZRA:
Well, if you do, I can almost guarantee it'll be your last visit here.
CHRIS:
Nathan, there's our paint.
CHRIS:
Who's riding that paint out front? I said, Who's riding that paint?!
MAN 1:
Hold on here!
CHRIS:
Where is he? Where is he?!
MAN 2:
Number three-- right there. Number three.

CHRIS:
Who you working for?! Tell me!
( woman screaming )
CHRIS:
Who hired you?! I want a name!
MAN:
I'm not working for anybody.
CHRIS:
Is that your paint your horse out front?
MAN:
Yeah, it's mine.
CHRIS:
You tried to kill me. Why?
MAN:
It wasn't me. No! No!
CHRIS:
You tell me or I'll blow you all over this bedspread.
NATHAN:
Chris, it ain't him! That horse is fresh. It ain't been rode hard. Not in a while, at least.
MAN:
It's true. I haven't been out of town in over a week.

BUCK:
Oh! Oh!
JD:
What's the matter, Buck? Act like you never seen a man in a coffin before.
BUCK:
I've been that man in this town. Memory's hitting a little too close to home for me.
JD:
You look a little better than he does.
BUCK:
Thank you.
VIN:
JD, take a look. See if there's a hole in his left shoulder. Go on.
BUCK:
Go. Go.

JD:
It's the one on the paint pony. You are one hell of a shot, Vin.

( gunshot )

EZRA:
Well... Welcome to the festivities.
JD:
We heard the gunshot.
VIN:
Thought maybe somebody killed the little feller.
EZRA:
Kill him? Hell, they're about ready to elect him president.
STEELE:
Howdy, boys. Be with you in a minute.
EZRA:
He said he that he was a writer who was willing to pay for anyone's story as long as it was about murder and mayhem.
JOSIAH:
Of course, that appealed to the congregation. After that, the only fight was to see who was going to be first in line.
STEELE:
This is fantastic. Better than I ever dreamed. Do you know who that is I was just talking to? Dan Barnes. Uh-huh, the Dan Barnes.
VIN:
"Bloody-hand" Barnes.

STEELE:
He told me how he got his name. Ooh! Story's going to sell a million.
EZRA:
Congratulations.
MAN:
Hey, Steele! Come take another picture over here!
STEELE:
Oh. Let me see, here. My photograph should be dry by now. I took a shot with me and the boys.
CHRIS:
Find them?
BUCK:
I found one. Dead.
CHRIS:
Every time we get close to someone they end up in a pine box.
STEELE:
Here it is. That's me.
EZRA:
Lovely.
STEELE:
Thank you.
STEELE:
How you like that?
JOSIAH:
Nice likeness.

STEELE:
Thank you.
VIN:
Right there in the corner.

STEELE:
That's me.
VIN:
Notice the glove and the cheroot.
CHRIS:
Where was this taken?
STEELE:
Uh... here. About an hour again.
CHRIS:
Look at it. Is that him?
BLACKFOX:
Yeah. That's the man who killed your family.
CHRIS:
You know him?
BUCK:
Answer him.
OUTLAW:
Yeah, I seen him.
CHRIS:
What's his name? What is his name?
OUTLAW:
Fowler. Cletus Fowler.
BUCK:
That name mean anything to you?
CHRIS:
Never heard of him.

JD:
Two days of looking and nothing.
VIN:
Anything?
BUCK:
Some of the ranchers recognized Fowler's description. Nobody's seen him though.
STEELE:
What do we do now?
CHRIS:
I need a drink.
STEELE:
Ah, you know, this is for the birds. We have to do something. Come on, everything's going to grind to a halt if Larabee starts wallowing around inside of a bottle.
JOSIAH:
I'm going to assume your concern is for a man who lost his family.
STEELE:
Uh, yes. Of course.

VIN:
We're ready to keep looking. Sheriff and some of the local boys have agreed to help.
CHRIS:
Where do you think he is, Vin?
VIN:
I don't know. After that brush in Purgatory he knows that there are seven men going to hunt him down. Hell, he's probably long gone.
CHRIS:
My gut tells me different. Back when I was ranching I had some trouble with a mountain lion. Kept coming down at night and killing my stock. So I went after him. Tracked him for seven days up in the mountains. Fifth day out, I woke up, my pack horse was dead. Cougar had gotten him during the night. See, I was tracking that cat. All the while he was behind me... Watching me. That's how I feel about Fowler.
VIN:
Fine line 'tween hunter and hunted. All the more reason for us to go get him first.
CHRIS:
Wait. Have a drink.

VIN:
Okay, we'll meet back up here in three days.
STEELE:
I can't believe Larabee's not coming.
VIN:
Let's head out.
STEELE:
Come on. Go, mule.
JD:
Sure you don't want to ride with us, Buck?

( spurring horses on ) ( gunshot )
CHRIS:
Fowler!
( gunshot )
CHRIS:
Where are you?! Fowler!
( glass breaking ) ( hammer clicks )( grunts )( door squeaking ) ( door closes )
FOWLER:
Get up, you drunk. You found me.
CHRIS:
You killed my wife and son. Why?!
FOWLER:
It seemed like a good idea at the time. At least the money was right.
CHRIS:
Who hired you?
FOWLER:
Son, I'm a professional. I guarantee the anonymity of my clients. What I can tell you is... I was hired to go after you. Your little family was just unlucky. I do apologize for killing them but... I have to admit I enjoyed it. I'd have enjoyed killing you, too... But you ran off.
CHRIS:
You ran off! I've been looking for you for three years! You ran off!
FOWLER:
However... It was good enough for my client. But now you're back and I'm back on the payroll.
CHRIS:
What about Blackfox?
FOWLER:
Blackfox? He's local talent. Hard to find good help these days. I had to eviscerate him in his cell. I see you've got a symbiotic relationship going with that bottle. Too bad. Makes a man sloppy. Could get him perforated.
CHRIS:
You look like you brought an awful lot of men to kill one drunk.
FOWLER:
Yeah. Well, I have no problem delegating authority.
CHRIS:
Hey, Cletus. You sure do use big words for somebody so stupid.

CHRIS:
Buck! Don't kill him! Cover me!
CHRIS:
Where you going, boy?
Come on, Cletus! Get up! Get up!
Now you tell me who hired you. Tell me!
FOWLER:
I will. It was, uh... Let me think now. It was, uh... His name was... No. On second thought, go to hell.
CHRIS:
No!

JOSIAH:
"And so it ended in that as the cruel ironic hand of death encircled the killer in flames as it had done to Chris Larabee's wife and child so many years before. Yet, was it the end or would Chris Larabee ride again with the hard, complex men he'd come to know? Gunmen like Buck Wilmington and Vin Tanner, the bounty hunter with the price on his own head. The gambler Ezra or the greenhorn JD, Nathan, both healer and destroyer and Josiah, placing his faith only in God and his gun."

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Season One
The Magnificent Seven (Premiere) 1 2 3 One Day Out West 1 2
Working Girls 1 2 Safecracker 1 2 Witness 1 2 Nemesis 1 2
The Collector 1 2 Manhunt 1 2 Inmate 78 1 2

Season Two
The New Law 1 2 Sins Of The Past 1 2 Love And Honor 1 2
Vendetta 1 2 Wagon Train Part One 1 2 Wagon Train Part Two 1 2
The Trial 1 2 Chinatown 1 2 Achilles 1 2 Lady Killers 1 2
Penance Serpents Obsession