Lives Taken
An old cowboy never dies. A gritty, revisionist take on the myths of the west. When retired gunslinger Uwe Pollock's wife is gunned down by a bandit named Kelly, he puts on his gun belt one last time and vows revenge. 1992. Rated R for violence.
Heard a guy passed through town other day. Big mustache. Name of Kelly.
Funny name for a mustache.
*gunshot*
The next one won't be passing through your spittoon.
Alright, alright! Kelly passed through town. Said he'd be back in three nights.
Here's a dollar. For your spittoon.
<bzzt>
You sure that shooting arm ain't rusty, McCoy?
You got your farm. I got my hunting lodge. Can hit a duck from half a mile.
Nathan better use that Maxim or we're going to need it.
Shit, he's seen us! Fire!
*pistol and machine gun shots*
Pollock! I see you! Face me like a man!
Like you faced my wife when you shot her down?
Arrgh! They hit my goddamn shooting arm Pollock!
Nathan's turned the Maxim on us! He's a goddamn turncoat! Look out!
*gunshots and screams, horses whinnying*
| Effect | Valor | Quantitat |
|---|---|---|
| Avorriment | -17 | ×17 |
| VHS - Comercial |
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