Lionsgate original film 3:10 to Yuma was released September 7th, 2007.
#310toYuma made $70M internationally.
rottentomatoes: 89%
metacritic: 76
imdb: 7.6
oscars: 2 nominations
SAG awards: 1 nomination
Dan Evans
Dan Evans is a rancher in Bisbee, Arizona.
“No! Stop! Please! Stop! William? Hey! William! God damn it, William! William! Goddamn it! Put that down! Come here! I’ll take care of this. Herd’s over the ridge by now. You go get cleaned up. We did… some. How do you think we bought feed, Alice? Three months water? Medicine for Mark? I had a choice between our family and paying it down. Would you have made it any different? Alice, we can’t make it rain together. Or turn the dust into grass. It’s too bad the doctors at Essex saved so much of my leg. I read that then pension act pays by the pound now. Stop looking at me like that.” — Dan Evans
“First thing, Mark, I’m gonna take you boys, and we’re gonna round up the herd, and then I’m goin’ into town. I’m gonna tell Hollander to make this right. I’m gonna tell him… to pay for a new barn. Maybe we should just shoot him like Will says.” — Dan Evans
“Someday, William… you walk in my shoes, you might understand. Mark, stay near. Mark! Mark, look at me. Look at me. Keep lookin’ at me. Back up quietly. Back– William! William, look at me. Back up. William, look at me.” — Dan Evans
“Those are my cattle. I want ’em back. Well, I need ’em back. They’re all I got. I think you’re in pretty bad shape, mister. Mark, William, get me some of them boards.” — Dan Evans
“Watch your mouth. I’ll take him into town on my own. You boys go round up the herd. Don’t push them too hard. I can’t afford any more dropping. Mister, we’re gonna have to lift you up to get you on top of that horse. Do as I said. Only one who made it. It was Ben Wade. Looked like they were headed to Bisbee.” — Dan Evans
“Ben Wade. He held up the payroll coach. I want to talk, Mr. Hollander. Mr. Hollander? You got not right to do what you done. You hear me? That’s my land. But you dammed up my creek. You shut off my water. How’d you expect me to pay off my debts if you can’t– can you– can you just let me get to spring? I can turn the corner.” — Dan Evans
“Hollander! No, thanks. Yeah, I got my horses back. But you killed two of my herd. $2 when I hire out. You took up my boys’ time, too. You can give me $5 extra. For making me nervous. I was best shot in my regiment. I’ll come… for $200. North. Thank you.” — Dan Evans
“An hour… to make sure his outfit takes the bait. Good luck. You’re gonna check on my family when you come back, right? Well… you saw where his man was. He still gotta go fetch the outfit. Marshal’s got a fast rig. They should reach the fort before dawn.” — Dan Evans
“Thanks, son. Mark. Amen. Shooting an animal’s a lot different than, uh, shooting a man, son. Second Company Sharpshooters out of Lynnfield, Massachusetts. Alice? For God’s sake. He’s killed more men than the drought. He’s dangerous. Dangerous is what he is, Alice. I don’t want you or the boys talking to him. No one can think less of me. Six months from now, everything’s going to be green. The cows are going to be fat. We might even see the steam from the train coming over the ridge. We’ll be all right. But we won’t make it through the next six days if I don’t do this.” — Dan Evans
“You think he’s too much for me? Then somebody ought to have the decency to bring him to justice. I’m not out there alone, you know. Have a little faith in me. If I don’t go, we got to pack up and leave, and God knows where, without a prayer, dirt-poor. Now I’m tired, Alice. I am tired of watching my boys go hungry. I’m tired of the way that they look at me. I’m tired of the way that you don’t. I’ve been standing on one leg for three damn years, waiting for God to do me a favor. And He ain’t listening.” — Dan Evans
“Don’t you be any trouble, Mark. All right. William. Well, you can’t. You’re 14 years old. I don’t have time to argue. I need you here. That’s that. That’s that.” — Dan Evans
Alice Evans
“Dan… maybe its the wind. William! You lied to me, Dan. You told me we made payments to Hollander. We’re supposed to make decisions together. Can’t stop Hollander from selling our land to the railroad, either. William.”
“How long does he have to be here? What happens if they catch the wagon? We don’t presume to teach other people manners. Grace is for everyone, dear. God our Father, Lord, and Savior, thank You for Your love and favor. Please bless this drink and food, we pray. Bless all who shares with us today. Amen. Dan. If it’s all right by you, Mr. Wade, I’d rather we not talk. No.”
“He’s not what I expected. He’s– you can change your mind, Dan. No one will think less of you. He’s a killer, Daniel. What are you thinking? Ben Wade has a gang, and they’re out there tonight somewhere. William.”
Ben Wade
“Byron McElroy. When did your hair turn all gray, Byron? Well, would you look at all this? Y’all spared no expense this time, Byron. I gotta say, though, it’s probably cheaper. Just to let me rob the damn thing. I ain’t gonna kill you. Not like this. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“Well, Tommy… it seems that there was a Pinkerton… inside that coach that wasn’t quite dead yet. Now, I know Charlie told you, because… we done got but a few rules in this outfit. And this is what happens when you put us all at risk.”
“Morning. I don’t need your cattle. But I will be needin’ them horses. You’ll find them on the road to Bisbee. Boys. Ma’am? Some whiskey for my friends? Proverbs 13:3. ‘He that keepeth his mouth, keepeth his life. He that opens his lips too wide shall bring on his own destruction.’ Tommy was weak. Tommy was stupid. Tommy is dead. All right, Charlie.”
“I’ve seen you someplace before. You ever work for a blind Irishman in Leadville? What made you quit? You know, I spent more money in that joint than I could tell you. Do you remember a girl? Her name was Velvet. You look kinda skinny. That’s all right. I don’t mind skinny girls. Long as they got green eyes to make up for it. Have you got green eyes?”
“You know… there’s a little town just south of the border… pretty little pueblucho down by the river. Folks would pay good money to hear a white woman sing. I’m not wanted in Mexico. Jump out that back window with me now. You look a little bent, rancher. You come to wake some snakes? You got your horses back, didn’t you? And your cattle? Well, they died for a good cause. You know… them beeves of yours, they wouldn’t even have fed a hungry dog. I tell you what. That should cover it. How much you get for a day’s work?”
“Well, there are $2 for a half a day. You’re right, I did. Anything else you wanna get paid for, Dan? And what’s that for? Be careful with that thing. That gun’s got a curse on it. Laugh while you can. Y’all notice he didn’t mention any of the lives I’ve taken. Good.”
“Good driving, Marshal. Remind me not to play poker in this town. Ma’am. Byron… what an unpleasant surprise. Amen. No, it isn’t. Not in my opinion. We could ask Byron here. Now, Byron, he’s killed dozens of people: men and women and children, miners, Apache. Every way of man is right in his own eyes, Byron. The Lord ponders the heart. Proverbs 21. You eat more when you’re nervous, Mr. Butterfield? Oh, why, thank you, Dan. That would be pleasant and kind of you. Much appreciated. You can cut that up for me. Oh, can you cut the fat off there? I don’t particularly like the fat at all. I-I just– and the– and the gristle. I don’t like the gristle. You mind if I ask how you got that hitch in your step, Dan? Where were you stationed?”
“Is that so? Well, Dan, tell me the story of how you lost your leg. Did it get shot off, cut off? The Indians steal it? You ever been to San Francisco? So you’ve never been to San Francisco. I knew a girl there. She was the daughter of a sea captain. She had the most beautiful green eyes, about the greenest eyes I ever saw. Like yours. And I’d stare deep into them. They’d just change color in front of me. All the colors of the sea. What’d you say your name was again? Alice.”
“So, boys, where are we headed? Relax, friend. Now if we get separated, I know where to meet up.”
Charlie Prince
“Coach is headed for Bisbee, boss. Girded with iron, Pinks on top, double shotguns, and a Gatling.”
“Morning, Pinkerton. Name’s Charlie Prince. I expect you heard of me. I hate Pinkertons. Careful, rancher, that’s Ben Wade you’re talking to. So you don’t go doing nothing… foolish. Campos.”
“I think maybe… a coach headed for here got itself held up in the canyon about 10 miles back… …by Mr. Ben Wade himself. I was a Mexican shooter with an Apache. And I’ve been told– what’s that? They had a lot of weapons, mister… and they were shootin’ bullets. Tom Conrad bought a thousand head in Mexico. Hired us to drive ’em in.”
“Here’s to the four we lost in battle. And here’s to the boss, who… had to say goodbye to Tommy Darden today. And that’s too bad. Amen. I’d drink to that. Sutherland. Jorgensen. Campos. Jackson. Kinter. Marshal’s only half stupid. He’s gonna be back soon. They’re going across the border. I won’t be far. I’ll wait for you.”
“This town’s gonna burn!”
Evans brothers
“Out. Out! Let go! Let go! It’s the last feed we got! No, you won’t.”
“You gonna tell the marshal what those men did? Marshal ain’t doing shit. What are you gonna do in town? You shoulda let me save the feed. You gonna hock that? I ain’t ever walking in your shoes. Tracks over here.”
“He’s fast. Do you think they lied? Do you think they stole our horses? They don’t need our shit horses. Here comes the Cavalry.”
“We always wait to say grace. Aren’t we supposed to say grace for murderers, too. Then why don’t we say it? If my pa wants to, he could shoot you dead. He can shoot a jackrabbit at 50 yards. My father was defending the U.S. capitol in the District of Columbia.”
“Yes, sir. I want to come with you. I could help. Look, I can ride faster and shoot better than any of them. The Pinkerton’s hurt, Potter’s no good, that railroad man’s dead weight, and that other bastard–“
Wade’s Crew
“Aah! She’s lit! She’s lit! All right, boys. There you go. It’s full. All right, there you go. Come on, give me one. One more. Not a smart move, friend. Shit.”
“Let’s go. The bar’s closed.”
Pinkertons
“Here we go. Kenny, here we go. Here they come. Yah! Yah! Pull that way! Now that one! Use the gun. Don’t let ’em get it. Yah! Yah! Goddamn! Giddyap! Yah! Get down. Now! Look out! Here I come! Yah! Yah! Knock on ’em, Nonnie. Knock on ’em. Keep ’em goin’. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up!”
“Well, I heard of a… balled-up whore named… Charlie Princess. That you, missy? Go to hell, Ben Wade. If you’re gonna kill me, just as soon get to it. Won’t change a thing, lettin’ me live. I’ll come for you. I’ll ask you to put down the money. You step back! You men step back! All of you step back right now, or this man dies!”
“Get me on my feet. You should– just get me on my damn feet. Well, get it out. Ain’t the first time I been shot. Don’t touch me. What the fuck kind of doctor are you, anyway?”
“Do that… everybody in this shit-piss little town will be dead by morning. I’m coming. You only need one. I rode in here. Sure as hell can ride out. I’d like to hear it. Not a soul taken didn’t deserve what it got. Don’t tell him nothing, Mr. Evans.”
“We’re taking you to Contention. Putting you on the 3:10 to Yuma day after tomorrow.”
Bisbee, Arizona
“Tucker! You have a week, Evans. Then we burn the house.”
“They’re probably just running late, Mr. Butterfield. Pinkertons don’t run late. That’s why they’re paid $18 a day.”
“Can I help you? God damn it. How did you know it was Wade? It’s been him the last 21 times, Marshal. God damn it. Jesus Christ. Did you see The Hand of God? His pistol. Why the hell didn’t you do something? Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”
“Where you from, anyway? Let’s go. Come on, boys. Something’s going on with the railroad man. Huh? Already?”
“Have you? I was a singer. The best time I ever had in my whole life. Got to coughing. Doctor said I should find a drier climate. Nobody forgets Velvet. I feel skinny. Is he from the coach? Mr. McElroy, can you hear me? Mr. McElroy, can you hear me? Mr. Mc–this man needs attention. You see which way he rode Evans?”
“Hey! Yah! Hey! Yeah. Imagine me shinning on down to Mexico with Ben Wade on my arm. You’re crazy. You the doctor? Yes. Coach got held up. Get him on the table. What’s his name? Byron McElroy. He’s a bounty hunter under contract with the Pinkertons. You’ve lot a lot of blood, Mr. McElroy. That bullet’s still in there.”
“All right. Now, what I’m about to do is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch. Hold him, please. All right. It’s nice to have a conversation with a patient for a change. You see anything down there? Marshal. Wade’s horse. Take the back. We’ll take the front.”
“What the hell are they looking for? Ben Wade in Bisbee. Shit. We’re movin’ up. Tucker, go on to the saloon. Come next week it’s not, Evans. You borrowed a good deal of money and I got rights to recompense. Before the water touches your land, it resides and flows on mine. And as such, I can do with it as I fuckin’ please. Go home and pack up. Sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is. Railroad’s coming, Dan. Your land’s worth more with you off it.”
“Dan, would you like a drink? Hands up, Ben Wade. Boss! Boss! Hey, Boss! Gimme your hands, Mr. Wade. Tucker, take his gun. Gimme that. Ben Wade… captured in Bisbee. Crawley, go get the wagon. Make sure every weapon we got is shoot-ready. I’ll meet you out front of the office. We gotta get him outta here. Sure thing. I think we should shoot him right now. Hmm? Put a bullet right in his noggin.”
“22 robberies. Over $400,000 in losses. More in delays. The Southern Pacific will have Ben Wade convicted in a federal court. Hanged in public. An example made. And we will pay to make it happen. I need three more men. You can have Tucker. You’re wounded, Mr. McElroy. He goes, Potter’s coming. What? Doc can’t shoot shit. You fight for the North or the South? We’re Southern in name, but Chicago owned. Fine. $200. Let’s go. Thank me when it’s done.”
“What’s goin’ on? Whoa! Whoa! Let’s get him, Mark! Cover me! Shoot! Get him! Get in the coach. God damn it. Evans, Crawley, Tucker, you need to mount up now. Head for Evans Ranch. I’ll meet you there with the coach. Hello, there! Evans! Can you give me a hand with this? Whatever your wife’s cooking in there, it smells good, Evans. Let’s go.”
“All right, Marshal. Give us a count. One, two, three. Yah! Whoa. First thing. Let’s go. Hyah! Hyah! His gang can’t do anything in front of the whole 6th Cavalry. Did you have something to do with that? I hope you’re proud of yourself. Just doin’ my job, Doc.”
“There’s something moving out there in the grass. There ain’t nothing. What is they caught the coach already? What is they already know it’s Crawley inside? Sorry, Dan. McElroy says five minutes. Mr. Evans. Oh, no, no, no, no. This is my horse now. Come on over here. Come on.”
“Ain’t none of your business where we’re headed, Wade. You’re a prisoner. You don’t speak, you don’t piss, you don’t goddamn breathe unless we say so. You understand that? You shouldn’t have told him that.”
