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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

DRIVER: Hyah!

Yah!

JIM: A man working for Wells Fargo

had to go a lot of places,

see a lot of people,

do a lot of things.

Some of them easy,

most of them hard.

Take, for instance, a certain stagecoach run

over desolate countryside.

It started off peacefully enough,

but before the day was over, that journey was to become

part of the bloody history of the early west.

Isn't anybody gonna say anything this whole trip?

We've come quite a ways, and there hasn't been

a word out of any of you.

How are you, boy?

All right.

Where are you from?

Painted Rock. We're going to Denver

to do some shoppin'.

I know who you are.

You're that newspaper writer.

I saw you talking to the mayor.

Yeah. We heard a rumor

there was a big story gonna break

in Painted Rock. Didn't it?

No, sure didn't.

I made a fool's journey.

What's your name, boy?

Dan Simmons.

The man that newspaper story

was gonna be about,

his name was Dan, too.

Dan Lingle.

: Yeah, that's the one.

He's a dirty yellow killer.

Who told you that, boy?

Everybody knows it.

Who's everybody?

Shot a man in the back, didn't he?

Did it while he was robbing a Wells Fargo office.

I covered that story myself.

You got your facts wrong.

No. No, I didn't.

I say you did.

REPORTER: I say I didn't.

If I ever met up with that Lingle

when he wasn't wearing his guns, I...

Well, I don't know what I would do.

You just met him.

You?

Me.

Now, what was that you were gonna do?

Well, I...

That's just about what I thought.

You mean he's under arrest?

That's right.

I picked him up last night

when he came into Painted Rock.

Well, why wasn't I told?

Wells Fargo doesn't advertise everything they do.

You're a Wells Fargo investigator?

That's right.

What's your name?

Jim Hardie.

Oh, of course, Mr. Hardie.

Will you give me the details?

Did he put up a fight?

Well, the capture of Dan Lingle is important news.

You arranged this deliberately.

Did I?

She didn't have any shopping to do in Denver.

How would you know?

That's playing it as dirty as a man can play it.

Mom, do you know him?

No, I don't know that man,

and I don't want to.

Isn't anybody gonna give me the details

surrounding his arrest?

DRIVER: Hah! Hah!

It just occurred to me.

What?

If you picked him up in Painted Rock,

his gang must be around here somewhere.

I imagine they are.

You...

You do?

According to our information,

there were five or six of them.

At least.

Well, if they...

If they knew he was arrested,

they might try to get him free.

Do they know it?

They knew he was taking a chance of being picked up

when he went into Painted Rock.

Why did he do it then?

He wanted to see somebody

that didn't wanna see him.

But if the gang knows he... Why, they...

They might be trailing us right this minute.

Or waiting up ahead somewhere.

I don't like it.

Well, if anything does happen, you'll be able to send

a first-hand report back to your paper.

Not if I'm dead.

Denver's most famous reporter.

They'll kill every one of us.

They'll try.

I want out.

Tell the driver to stop.

I'll walk.

I'll follow the stage route.

You'd never make it.

It's better than being murdered.

Are you proud of yourself?

These handpicked men of yours,

these men that you trained personally?

That's the reputation they've got...

Killers.

They'd shoot down a woman in a minute

if she got in their line of fire, or a kid.

Shut up. It's true, isn't it?

Yes, it's true. You satisfied?

I didn't arrange her being here.

She did that on her own. She bought a ticket,

and I couldn't stop her.

Why?

Why? I don't know why.

Maybe she thought if she didn't,

those men of yours would get you free.

Then you'd keep coming back to Painted Rock

time and time again. Maybe she was tired of that.

LINGLE: You don't really think her being here

changes anything, do you?

No, I didn't think it.

But maybe she did.

Maybe she figured, if a showdown did come,

if there was anything left in you,

that you'd try to help... Help certain people

that couldn't help themselves.

She was wrong. So are you.

It's my neck at stake.

I put a high price on it.

DRIVER: Hah! Ho! Hah!

You in school, boy?

What grade you in?

You won't even talk to me, huh, boy?

You better give it up, Mr. Lingle.

Dan Simmons.

Where'd you ever get a name like Simmons?

From my father.

Where is your father?

He's dead.

You sure?

Yes, he's sure.

You don't care whose mind you poison, do you?

That's right, I don't.

Well, you'll either close this subject,

or I'll close it for you.

Why don't you do that right now?

Stop it, you two.

She's right.

No sense in making a commotion.

I think we ought to just sit back

and enjoy the journey.

It'll be a short one.

I want out!

You're gonna stay right here.

You may be needed.

There's a woman and child in here.

You resemble a man,

you're gonna act like one whether you like it or not.

I don't know. I still think

we're taking a chance stopping that coach.

What are we gonna do, let 'em take Lingle back?

Remember, aim at the lead horse. That'll stop 'em.

Yeah, and then what?

Leave it to me, will you?

I don't know about leaving things to you anymore, Joe.

What does that mean?

Shooting that clerk in the back.

Forget it, Red.

Forget it for good.

Mom?

Yes, Danny?

Don't get sore,

but the kids at school say that

that man that keeps coming to Painted Rock

and making you cry and everything,

that he's my father.

Nonsense.

And if he's the man that...

Who said he was?

If he's my father...

ALICE: Danny, I've told you over and over,

your father's dead.

I don't believe it anymore.

Why would he wanna know what grade I was in

and about everything else?

Danny, you're just imagining.

Are you my father?

Ask her.

Is he?

What are you trying to do to him?

What are you trying to do to me?

DANNY: You are, aren't you?

You are my father.

Where'd you ever get a stupid idea like that?

I haven't got any brats, and I don't want any.

You're just saying that.

No, I'm not just saying it.

DANNY: You are, you are, you are!

Now, will you quit pestering me?

He's right boy. He's not your father.

How would you know?

I know a lot of things about him.

Like where he was born, where he came from.

Yeah? JIM: He's not good enough

to be your father.

In fact, I don't think he's good enough

to be anybody's father.

I guess you're right.

Once I was almost a father.

Was that a...

a long time ago, Mr. Lingle?

Seven, eight years ago.

That was a good time in my life.

What...

What happened?

I wish I knew.

Things happened, a lot of things happened.

I could quit though.

JIM: Not now you couldn't,

except at the end of a rope.

REPORTER: Please be reasonable, Hardie.

If that gang catches up to us,

how can we possibly put up any kind of a fight?

We've got a shotgun messenger up there,

and besides him, we've got a driver with a gun.

But you can't do any shootin'.

You're linked up to him.

I'm gonna unlink him.

What? And give him a gun.

But you can't.

You do and you'll be the first one

I kill with it, Hardie.

I'll have to take my chances on that.

He means it, Mr. Hardie.

He'll shoot you in the back!

REPORTER: Don't do it!

What else can I do?

You think I'm gonna shoot at my own men?

Are you gonna let 'em kill her and him?

They're nothing to me.

They're no a part of me.

They're defenseless.

Who are you looking to for honor, me?

I don't live by anybody's code.

You'll find that out, Hardie.

When you do, it'll be too late.

There it is.

Maybe there isn't gonna be any attack.

Maybe they don't even know he's on this coach.

I wouldn't bet on that if I were you.

Well, we're just about halfway.

Almost.

It's them! Get your head back in!

Hurry up!

Over there! Take shelter over there!

Move!

Did they go?

They'll be back soon.

What are we gonna do?

I told you what we were gonna do.

You're a bigger fool than I thought.

They'll lay back and take potshots at us for a while,

hoping to scare us into letting you go.

But you're not going out to them.

Try me and see.

I will.

ALICE: Oh, no, Mr. Hardie, wait.

Don't give him a gun yet.

I know him better than you.

Better than anybody.

You said you didn't. You give him that gun

and he won't help us,

not until he has what he wants.

His own way.

And what would that be?

The thing I fought against admitting.

The thing I've tried to shield him from.

But now if it's a matter of his life,

it's time to say it in the open.

Time to let him know the truth.

Danny,

this man you see,

this man who'd leave us here to be killed...

he's your father.

I knew it.

Not for sure, you didn't.

No, not for sure.

Not...

Not after I hit you.

You were mad, that's all.

Yeah.

You know who I was mad at.

Who?

Me.

Why?

Why do you think?

Get behind there! Stay down!

Maybe it was better, your mother's way.

You'd have never known about me.

It's better this way.

But you didn't mean to shoot that man in the back, did you?

I didn't shoot him! I told you that before!

All right, Lingle, you wanna spend

the next few minutes being the boy's father?

I didn't mean it when I said you were yellow.

Give it to me.

This may help some,

but those men ain't gonna quit.

You see what I see? Lingle's with them.

What's the matter with him? Is he crazy?

I don't know, but now we're gonna take him

along with the rest of them.

You're trying to save his stinking hide for him?

Yeah. And he'll probably tell them now that you killed that clerk.

He ain't gonna tell anybody anything.

Get back here! They saw you.

Are you sure?

They know you're shooting at 'em, all right.

Now, they'll go hog-wild.

Do you have one more gun?

I thought all you wanted to do is run.

I changed my mind.

You know how to use it?

Yeah, I've been watching you.

Take them and get behind that rock.

Why'd he keep coming back

to Painted Rock and bothering you?

Because he still loves me.

Both of us.

Jake, Jack, get around them.

And watch me, we'll rush 'em.

The real ambush.

So far, we haven't done any good at all.

How much ammunition do they have?

Plenty.

And we don't.

We're running out.

That's great. Just great.

They should start moving in on us pretty quick,

try to make a rush for us.

Sure, they will.

There are five of 'em.

So a couple of 'em are gonna make it.

What they'll try to do is to divert our attention.

If you hear a heavy concentration of fire

coming out from over here, look over there.

That's where it'll come from,

where you least expect it.

Uh-huh.

That's a trick I taught them.

Where'd you learn it?

I've been making notes for your biography.

Lull before the storm.

Why did we come on this trip?

If we didn't, Jim Hardie

and everybody else on the stage

would have been killed.

Your father was under arrest,

and I wanted him to stay that way.

I didn't want anyone else killed because of him.

You believed in him, didn't you, Ma?

I know him.

I didn't think he'd let us down.

He isn't letting us down.

Dan!

There are three more of 'em.

That's three against three.

Yeah. Three against two.

Now there are only three of them,

they will come from different directions.

The only way we're gonna get a clear shot at them

is to get out of here.

Uh-huh.

Stand up gunfight.

Otherwise, they'll have the advantage.

What chance will you have

if you expose yourselves out there?

Well, what do we do now?

We'll take them from three directions. Kit?

Ready?

Just a minute.

Let's go.

Joe,

that's my kid over there.

Now, tell him the truth.

Tell him who gunned that clerk down

when his back was turned.

Tell him!

No.

No. It wasn't you.

It was me. It was me.

I did it.

Satisfied?

Drop it! You, too!

Now, they're safe.

That was the idea, wasn't it?

I was to do it for them, a present

from somebody they used to know.

Well, that didn't mean I was doing it for you.

No, it didn't.

I didn't kill that clerk.

You heard him say so.

And I ain't gonna hang for it.

You won't have to hang for it,

but you will have to go back and serve time for robbery.

Perhaps it won't be very long.

And maybe they'll be waiting for you when you come out.

Dad.

I could have killed you.

You should have.

You can pull your trigger, and so will I.

Dad, he trusted you.

We can end this with both of us dead.

We can end it the way it started out.

Your going back with me.

He trusted you.

JIM: The road ahead was blocked,

so we returned to Painted Rock.

A great story like this to file,

and I have to be on a stage

headed back to Painted Rock,

but what a trip this has been.

JIM: And so ends a chapter in the life

of the notorious Dan Lingle,

only to begin a new one,

this one based on the soundest principles we know...

Love, faith, and honesty.