Unforgiven | 1992

I consider that an accurate depiction of events.

There is a certain poetry to the language which I couldn't resist.

I was in the Blue Bottle Saloon in Wichita the night English Bob killed Corky Corcoran.

I didn't see you there nor no woman nor two-gun shooters.

Nor none of this.

You were there? -Yeah, I was there.

First off Corky never carried two guns, though he should have.

He was called Two-Gun Corcoran.

A lot of folks did call him Two-Gun.

But not because he had two pistols.

He had a dick that was so big it was longer than the barrel on his Walker Colt.

The only insulting he did was stick that thing into a French lady English Bob was sweet on.

The night Corky walked into the Blue Bottle before he knows what's what, Bob takes a shot at him!

And misses, he's so damn drunk.

That bullet whizzing by panicked Corky, and he did the wrong thing.

In his hurry, he shot his damn toe off.

Meantime, Bob here aims real good and squeezes off another but he misses, he's still so drunk!

He hits this thousand-dollar mirror over the bar.

The Duck of Death is as good as dead because Corky does it right.

He aims real careful.

No hurry...

The Walker Colt blew up in his hand a failing common to that model.

If Corky'd had two guns instead of just a big dick he'd have defended himself to the end.