High Plains Drifter Script
Lets go, Buster.
Beer.
And a bottle.
Aint much good.
Its all there is.
Will you want anything else?
Just a peaceful hour
to drink it in.
Flea-bitten range bums
dont usually stop in Lago.
Life heres a little too quick for em.
Maybe you think youre fast enough
to keep up with us, huh?
A lot faster
than youll ever live to be.
Yes, sir?
A shave and a hot bath?
Thatll be cen
drifter.
I get no guarantees with a drifter.
You get no guarantees with any man.
Theres only instinct.
You spent some time at Munson Textile.
You ever run the picker?
I know how.
Then you also know
its a one-man operation.
This mill depends on that machine.
And whats left of Gates Falls
depends on this mill.
We dont do better than minimum to start.
Four weeks before the union
comes knocking at yo
drifter looking for doctoring.
If youre gonna eat barefoot...
...why not take supper with the animals in the barn.
My boots dont fit no more. Cut off my blood circulation.
- Its your birthday soon. - Ill have gangrene by then.
Your mother may have to saw off your feet, then. Like poor old Mr. Swenson.
Mr. Jones.
Maggie, this is the visiting gentleman I mentioned.
Ill bet a warm meal sounds pretty
drifter.
A, uh... pardon the expression...
a junkie.
Nobody would notice
if you disappeared.
Ive been watching you
for a couple of weeks.
Maybe Im
just on vacation.
Not with the scum
you hang out with.
No, Ive watched...
and Ive thought.
Its an elegant plan.
Ive even figured out
your escape.
Swell.
Has it ever occurred to you
I might not want to murder you?
Ive got $
says you will.
.
And a guara
drifter.
The title aint nearly as rewarding
as the work.
I travel around, lend a hand
to folks who need it.
What about you? What line of work
lies in your tomorrow?
I dont think much about the future.
Well, Ive given worse off than you
their footing.
Listen. Im gonna stop here
for a while.
No matter what, I usually keep
a few states between me and Tennessee.
Tell you what.
Why dont I buy you some