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(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(MALE VOCALISTS SING THEME SONG)

NARRATOR: They say that you can't make it.

Will you hark to what they've said?

Or will you move your beeves from Texas across the river red?

They're betting you can't make it, but you bet your life they're wrong.

So keep riding toward the Pecos to find where you belong.

(THEME SONG CONTINUES)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - (HORSE NEIGHING)

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(THEME SONG CONTINUES)

NARRATOR: Can you still keep going on?

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GUNSHOT)

- (GUNSHOT) - (MAN SCREAMS)

NARRATOR: Well, you've crossed beyond the Brazos, fought Comanches, rain, and sand.

You brought your cattle westward, but is this your promised land?

You made it to the Pecos, carved your empire 'neath the sun.

You won a hundred battles, but the fight keeps going on.

(THEME SONG CONTINUES)

NARRATOR: Can you still keep going on?

(UPLIFTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

PEPPER: You two go ahead. I'll ride up and fetch him.

He's been up there over an hour. What's he do on that hill?

I don't think you'd understand.

Thinking about the beginning?

And before.

Well, everything's different now.

Not everything.

PEPPER: Most everything.

Comanches all penned up. Buscaderos staying on their side of the Rio Grande.

Yankee Army prodding around, people crowding in.

Too many changes.

Well, things usually change for the better.

Let's go meet the stage.

PEPPER: Just what we don't need around here, some scrawny, milk-drinking...

- What are you mumbling about, Pepper? - You heard me.

I didn't hear you.

There's an old Comanche saying about females.

This female's no Comanche.

I guess she doesn't have nowhere's else to go.

- She does. - Then what's she coming here for?

Because she wrote and said she was.

Oh.

(HORSES GALLOPING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Ha!

It has been a long ride, you know.

(LAUGHS)

All of this belongs to Chisum.

All this and much more.

Much land, much horses, and much cattle.

(LAUGHS) Too much. No?

Neemo, here's your pay.

(LAUGHING)

And now I collect a bonus

from Chisum. Huh?

(LAUGHS)

(OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(NEEMO COMMANDING IN SPANISH)

(MEN SHOUTING)

He thinks he's going to a picnic.

He ain't met Chisum yet.

- I wanna be somewhere else when he does. - We will be.

(UPLIFTING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(COMMANDING IN SPANISH)

(MAN WHISTLING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

- (HORSE NEIGHING) - Hee-yaw!

Hee-yaw!

(GUNSHOT)

(CATTLE MOOING)

(WHIPPING)

DRIVER: Come on. Giddyup.

Hee-yaw.

Come on.

PEPPER: "L.G. Murphy and Company."

Hmm.

I told you Murphy was throwing a wide loop.

Well, there's no law against a man going into business.

Or businesses.

There's more of it.

One day he's gonna take over...

Aw, quit picking on him. He hasn't bothered us.

Wait and see. He'll rue the day.

PEPPER: Why the hell they call it the noon stage?

Half the time it don't get in before sundown.

Had to call it something.

Might as well wet our windpipes.

That's the most sensible thing I've heard all day.

(HAMMERING)

CHISUM: Amos, what's going on here? AMOS: Pulling out, John.

CHISUM: I hadn't heard you'd sold the place.

Didn't sell. Lost it. New owner.

Well, if you needed money, I'm sure...

All the credit you've given around here.

Ah, no, John, it's not just the money. It's, well...

I don't know.

Lincoln just ain't the same no more.

I'm heading for Yuma.

RIDER: Mr. Chisum!

Mr. Chisum, Jim and Tyke's been shot. They took the remuda.

How many of 'em are there?

About a dozen, heading south, over at the Tunstall spread.

Well, let's go get 'em back.

(ROUSING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

BILLY: Chisum's again. Another jinglebob, sir.

TUNSTALL: Turn him loose. BILLY: Yes, sir.

Another jinglebob. Big old calf on her. No brand.

He belongs with his mother. Turn him loose.

Turn him loose, Charlie.

I don't see why we can't keep the calf. Probably born on your land.

William, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's property."

And that calf's out of a Chisum cow.

Yeah, but she's probably sired by a Tunstall bull.

(LAUGHS)

- You know 'em, sir? - Yes, William, I do.

As a matter of fact, it's the owner of those cows.

CHISUM: Henry. TUNSTALL: John.

TUNSTALL: Thought you were gonna meet your niece today.

I aim to. First I gotta get some horses back.

TUNSTALL: Trouble? CHISUM: Horse thieves.

- Could you use some help, Mr. Chisum? - William.

See you later, Henry.

Mr. Tunstall, I know you don't believe in guns,

but I got a feeling Mr. Chisum's gonna have need of his.

- Well... - Well, what?

Well,

he didn't say no.

- How do we work this? - I'm going down there.

The rest of you cover me with your long guns.

CHISUM: I said... PEPPER: I heard you, Mr. Chisum,

but I ain't the rest of 'em.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

NEEMO: Hey, hey!

Welcome, my friend.

My name's Chisum. Those animals are mine.

- There must be some mistake here. - You made it.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, no, Chisum. You make the mistake.

You don't bring enough men with you.

Mr. Chisum said to stay here and cover him with our long guns.

Never was much good with a long gun.

But I tell you what.

We have a long way to go, and a horse is a lot of trouble.

So if you want these horses, I sell them to you.

Did you, uh, bring some gold with you?

No.

Silver?

Just lead.

(LAUGHS) No, no. You can't buy anything with lead.

Oh, well! (SIGHS)

I guess I have to kill you and take your horses, too.

(SCREAMS)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

Let 'em go, mister. We got what we came after.

Pretty good shooting, young fella.

- You three all right? - You bet we're all right. American.

Uh-huh.

John, you go and meet your niece. We'll take care of things around here.

Thanks, Henry.

Oh, uh...

- About that reception for Sallie. - Yeah?

Bring this young fella along.

I will, and it's about time you two were introduced.

This is William Bonney.

- Bonney? - Came to work for me last month.

William Bonney from up Silver City way?

Sometimes.

You also called Billy the Kid?

Sometimes.

Does that change your mind, Mr. Chisum?

An invitation's an invitation.

Thanks, John.

PEPPER: Letting the fox into the henhouse, that's what it is.

CHISUM: Pepper, what are you mumbling about?

PEPPER: Nothing.

CHISUM: Well, it didn't sound like nothing.

PEPPER: Well, you invited him.

Yeah, I did.

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

But, señor, we have always watered our herds at Muddy Creek.

As I explained to your friends, Muddy Creek's private now.

CHISUM: Bourbon.

But, señor, our herds are small.

There is more than enough water at Muddy Creek,

- and yesterday... - I know all about yesterday.

Now listen, Delgado. I told them then, and I'm telling you now.

And if you don't understand plain English,

maybe there's something else you will understand.

Dolan, just a minute.

Uh...

I'm sorry, Señor Delgado?

Sí, Señor Murphy.

Yeah, well, you see, I'm gonna be running a lot of beef,

and I need every drop of water I can get.

I'm sorry.

- CHISUM: Juan. - Sí, Señor Chisum.

You and your compadres can water your herds along the Jicarilla.

It's not much farther, and it's a whole lot cleaner.

Gracias.

- What are you waiting for? - Gracias, señor.

Well, John, that's very generous of you. Buy you a drink?

You've been buying a lot of things around here lately.

Yeah, matter of fact I just acquired some land that's contiguous to your spread.

(CHUCKLES) But, what the hell?

Half of New Mexico territory is contiguous to your spread.

Oh, Pete, let me have my bottle. John and I are gonna have a drink.

- CHISUM: Nope. - Why not?

- I don't like you. - You don't know me.

I know Amos Patton.

We may have to be neighbors,

but I don't have to be neighborly.

Say, Mr. Chisum, I heard you ran into some trouble today.

Can I do anything for you?

Brady, aren't you standing on the wrong side of that badge?

I'm the new sheriff, duly appointed.

Oh.

Noon stage got in, Mr. Chisum.

What do you think, Pete? 4:30.

Old Jeb made good time. Whiskey.

Now Mr. Chisum, if I can do anything for you...

Not likely.

PEPPER: Sheriff.

McSWEEN: Your name John Chisum?

- That's right. - I thought so.

My name's Alex McSween.

My wife and I came in on the stage with Sallie.

That's very nice. Uh, where...

Oh. She went over to that stable over there.

Much obliged. Pepper. Pardon.

- What's she doing in there? - How should I know?

Oh!

- Uncle John. You got $50 on you? - $50?

Uh...

Thanks.

- You're welcome, and hello! - SALLIE: Hello!

- She's your niece. - Yeah.

(HORSE NICKERING)

Uncle John, meet Bernard.

Bernard?

- You gave $50 for this horse? - Meet Pepper.

No, $100. I had $50 on me.

I've been thinking about having my own horse again ever since I left Baltimore.

You know, we have a few horses at the ranch.

But those are yours. This one's mine.

- Half yours. - Oh, I'll pay you back the $50.

How about just paying me back?

Well, Cass'll take care of your bags. Which are yours?

- First one there. - Well, I see you found her.

- Yes. - Uncle John...

- We've met. - Oh. Well, that's good.

Because I've invited the McSween's to that party you wrote me about.

You did? Well, how about you folks?

Have you a place to stay until you get settled?

That's very nice of you, Mr. Chisum, but...

Sue and I are staying in town.

I'm going to work for L.G. Murphy and Company.

Yes, I know the company.

Well, if you'll pardon us, Sallie, we'd better get underway.

- Goodbye. - We'll see you Friday.

There sure is gonna be some interesting people at that party.

(CHEERFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Oh. There's Mr. Murphy, honey.

Dominoes?

It's quiet. Takes some getting used to.

It beats Aunt Martha and Baltimore.

I had no idea your ranch was so big.

Fair size.

Take a man on a good horse all summer to cover it.

It's beautiful.

No place on God's earth more beautiful.

I can see why you left Texas and came here.

Well, that wasn't exactly the reason.

I know. Mother told me all about it.

About how hard things were in Texas after the war.

She talked about you a lot.

How you gambled everything on a cattle drive

to some wild, faraway place called New Mexico.

It was a gamble, all right. And it was wild.

But there was land here for the taking and keeping,

if you were willing to fight.

Rustlers, disease,

the land itself, the Indians...

One Indian in particular.

Comanche chief named White Buffalo.

The bravest man I ever knew.

- Is he dead now? - Might as well be.

He's penned up on a piece of desert the government calls a reservation.

That was the end of his way of life.

Pretty good way, too.

You sound as if you're sorry for him, your enemy.

I respect him. We're brothers.

As close as your father and I were.

Maybe even closer.

- I don't understand. - I didn't expect you to.

I wonder what's keeping supper.

SALLIE: That's Mother and Dad's wedding picture.

Yeah.

North wind.

Tahnimara, the Comanches call it.

- Lonely wind. - Lonely wind.

You had to be lonely out here all these years.

You never married.

Well, it wasn't because there weren't women that stirred my blood.

There were.

But this was no place to bring a woman in those days,

raise a family.

Things are different now.

Uncle John.

Thanks for asking me to come and stay with you.

I didn't ask you.

$12 for a suit of clothes. That's robbery, Mr. Tunstall.

Now, William, you've got to be properly dressed for the reception tonight.

Well, I'll pay you back at the end of the month, sir.

No, you won't. That's just part of your raise as line foreman.

- Line foreman? - Laddie, you've earned it.

Thank you, Mr. Tunstall.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Billy? Hey, Billy!

Well, now ain't this just like old times, huh?

Billy, you do remember the boys now, don't you?

BILLY: Oh, yeah.

- How you been, Billy? - Clean and forward, all the way.

Are you two friends, William?

Mister, a couple of years ago, William here and me,

we rode together both sides of the border.

Yeah, and we sure had some real good times, didn't we, Billy?

Some good, some not as good.

- What are you doing now, Billy? - I work for Mr. Tunstall here.

- You nursing cows? - Yeah.

Our own cows.

Now, just what is that supposed to mean?

It means it ain't like old times, Jess.

That's interesting, William.

- Jess Evans? - Yeah.

I'm Riker.

- We've been waiting for you. - Now you don't have to wait anymore.

- How's things in Dodge? - Dead.

(BAND PLAYS LIVELY MARIACHI MUSIC)

- I'm sorry. - Forget it.

Well, I hear you're a bourbon man.

- On the inside. - Yeah.

- Well, confusion to the enemy. - Sure.

Mr. McSween, how long have you known Lawrence G. Murphy?

Not long. I was out here on business a short time ago,

and he offered me a proposition.

So I went on back to Kansas

and wound things up, and came on back to Sioux.

What are you gonna do for him?

Well, I'm gonna handle his legal affairs.

Uh-huh.

Are you, uh, looking for your niece?

Isn't that her dancing with that nice-looking young fellow over there?

- Yeah. - Fine-looking couple, eh, John.

Give me another cup of that tar, will you, Ben?

Sure, Jeff.

(TWIG SNAPPING)

PAT: Hello, the camp!

Stranger, ain't you?

Around here. Not other places.

It's a fair-sized gathering of beeves you've got out there.

Uh-huh.

- Lose your horse? - Some miles back.

- Whose brand's on 'em? - Well, tonight it's John Chisum's.

Tomorrow it'll be the U.S. Army's.

- Buffalo hunter? - Was, till there was no more buffalo.

Uh-huh.

The coffee smells good.

Help yourself, uh...

Thanks.

Garrett. Pat Garrett.

You know they've got company.

- Who? - Mr. Chisum's beeves.

What kind of company?

It's good coffee.

About 12, 14 riders moving slow and quiet.

- You want some company? - How do we know you're not with them?

Bueno, I'll stay and finish the coffee.

No. You come along with us.

I'll need a horse.

Take the buckskin. Let's go! Vámonos!

(HORSE NEIGHING)

JEFF: Take cover!

Bring 'em on! Now pour it to 'em!

RIKER: Hee-yaw! Scare them beeves!

- (MEN EXCLAIMING) - (GUNSHOTS FIRING)

JESS: Let's go.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

This one's just creased.

We'll take him back to Mr. Chisum.

Come on.

CHISUM: Lock him up in the smokehouse. We'll take him to town in the morning.

What about the herd?

All them beeves are scattered from here to next week, Mr. Chisum.

You sure ain't gonna deliver 'em to the Army tomorrow.

Gather as many as you can.

He'll probably be your first legal affair.

McSWEEN: Now, what do you mean by that?

I don't know what I mean yet.

Thank you for the help, Mr. Garrett, was it?

Pat Garrett.

- Texas? - Texas.

- Looking for a job? - Not just now.

I saved a small poke. I thought I'd try my hand at a little gambling.

Good.

I'd appreciate the loan of a horse, though.

Take your choice and keep it.

- Thank you. - You hungry?

No, but I didn't get a chance to finish that cup of coffee.

Coffee? I think we can do better than that.

PAT: That girl. CHISUM: What about her?

Well, she's pretty enough to be from Texas.

She is from Texas. You ought to meet her.

Sallie, I want you to meet Pat Garrett.

- This is my niece, Miss Chisum. - How do you do?

Oh, and, uh, Pat Garrett, meet Billy Bonney.

Hello.

I've heard of you.

Wasn't rustling.

Just out riding, and his men started shooting at us.

Yeah, just out for a moonlight ride on my land. Who was with you?

I got nothing more to say.

Don't worry, Mr. Chisum. We'll get to the bottom of this.

Yes, Sheriff, we will get to the bottom of this.

One of my men is dead. I've sent for Judge Wilson over in Mesilla.

There's gonna be a murder trial.

RIKER: I ought to have a doctor.

- I bled some. - Not enough.

PAT: The Sheriff's charming.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of charming people hereabouts, Pat.

If you change your mind about that job, let me know.

Sounds good enough. You got time for a drink?

- Well... - Bourbon?

Just one.

(BOTH LAUGH)

McSWEEN: It's a big move for Sue and me.

You don't have any idea how big.

I've only been out here for a short time.

But, well, Alex, I'm putting together an organization

that's bigger than anything the West has ever seen.

Land, mining, cattle, freighting, speculation.

Well, that does sound big. And it sounds like it'll take a lot of doing.

Well, you'll find that I'm pretty well-connected out here.

Here, look at this.

I may be able to show you a shortcut to the whole proposition. Chisum.

Call him the King of the Pecos. He got here first. He holds the key.

The Pecos River runs right through the middle of his land.

So?

Well, you see, he lets the water flow to all the ranches, big and small.

Now, if another man, with more appetite, owned that land,

he'd control a territory bigger than most states and bigger than some countries.

- Yeah, but another man doesn't. - I know. Not yet.

But you see, that's not just a map. That's a chessboard.

And if another man makes the right moves,

well, there might just be a new King of the Pecos.

Oh, gentlemen, come in.

Sheriff Brady, Jess Evans, this is Alex McSween.

He's part of the family.

- Howdy. - What does he do?

Well, he used to be a storekeeper, and now he's my lawyer.

I prefer storekeepers.

Then don't ever get arrested.

I don't intend to.

Neither did Riker.

- Lawrence... - Okay.

Yeah. All right, Sheriff.

Listen, Alex, would you excuse us for a minute?

Certainly.

Lawrence, first it was Neemo, then Riker. Now Chisum's sent for Judge Wilson.

- What are we gonna do? - Have some wanted posters printed up.

- On who? - Riker.

- What for? - Your prisoner's going to escape.

- He is? - He is.

Tell him to wait in the line shack up on Bony Ridge

until the good judge gets tired of waiting around.

- How much? - How much what?

- How much reward? $100, or... - No.

Well, don't be a piker, man. What, $200... Nobody's gonna collect it.

Why get in a frazzle over Chisum? You turn me loose on him.

There'll be a sudden funeral right here in Lincoln.

Uh-huh.

Yours.

How's that?

- Do you play chess? - Chess?

Now, what the hell has that got to do with Chisum?

Everything. You just leave him alone. I'll take care of Mr. Chisum.

- That ain't gonna be easy. - You're right.

But, see, there's a fundamental difference between Mr. Chisum and me.

Yeah? What's that?

Mr. Chisum is a man who respects the law.

Around here, I'm the man who owns it.

DOLAN: Get out of here! You miserable...

(GUNSHOT FIRING)

Next one goes in your gut.

TUNSTALL: Put the gun away, William.

- What's the trouble, Juan? - No trouble.

This greaser was just trying to tell me how to run my business.

And just how did he go about that?

They have nearly doubled the prices. We can't pay what they ask.

You don't like it, go somewhere else.

Maybe they will.

JUAN: There is no place within 100 miles.

About those prices, Mr. Murphy.

Well, prices are always going up. Sign of a healthy economy.

Or a healthier profit.

If he needs some money, he can always arrange a loan at the bank.

The bank'd be happy to carry a mortgage on his spread.

Maybe that's what we need around here. Another bank.

You plan on starting one, Mr. Chisum?

Why not? All it takes is money.

TUNSTALL: Yes, we might even start up a store, too.

Just in the spirit of healthy competition, of course.

Talk to you later, Henry.

Righto, John.

- ¿Qué tal, Juan? - Regular.

- Billy, gracias. - De nada.

Billy.

I see you're still pretty handy with that six-killer.

Oh, I hit where I aim.

(BUGLE PLAYS MILITARY CADENCE)

OFFICER: Company, halt!

(OFFICER EXCLAIMS)

- Well, what else? - Nothing else, Colonel.

We brought enough beef for White Buffalo's people to get by.

I'll deliver the rest at the weekend,

if it's all right with you and with White Buffalo.

Chisum's word.

COLONEL: I am not interested in your opinion of Mr. Chisum's word.

Now, sir, I understand your problem, but you have to understand mine.

Would you mind explaining?

There are many problems attendant to running a territory as large as this one.

I don't propose to dwell on them here and now.

Well, what do you propose to do here and now?

I've already done it.

When I heard what happened to your cattle,

I made arrangements for the delivery of another herd at a very good price.

Didn't take you very long.

I have to do what I feel is right for the Army and for the territory.

All right, Colonel. You don't have to put it in triplicate. I get the idea.

White Buffalo.

Sergeant Braddock will escort you back to the reservation.

That is all, White Buffalo.

- Sergeant. - Yes, sir?

- Straightaway. - All right, follow me.

Chisum.

Into the wagon. Into the wagon.

Hey, Indian!

Chisum, this change nothing between us.

You heard the Colonel, blanket-head. Straightaway.

Just a minute, Sergeant.

- You know who you're talking to? - Looks like an Indian to me.

He's a prince of the Comanche nation.

I don't care if he's the King of Romania.

The Colonel said, "Straightaway." Let's move it.

Hold on, Sergeant. Have a cigar.

Uh.

- Have a cigar. - Don't mind.

One other thing you ought to know, Sergeant.

You touch White Buffalo again and I'll kill you.

Sergeant, we go now.

Trace, you and Cass take care of the beef.

OFFICER: Count 'em at fours. Forward, ho!

ALL: Forward, ho!

Well, Nathan, looks like we're in business.

Lawrence, look. Are you sure you can provide that much beef?

Oh, don't worry. Army'll get its beef, and a lot cheaper than from Chisum.

You're in charge of this territory, not him.

And then, after you've served your tour of duty,

you'll be an officer in the L.G. Murphy Bank.

- Your family will like that. - Now, wait a minute.

Your bank has nothing to do with this.

I'm in the Army. I wouldn't do anything that would...

And I wouldn't ask you to.

I'll take care of the details.

And I wouldn't do anything to insult your integrity.

Pepper, look.

PEPPER: Yup. That's ol' Tropadero.

He's led us on many a cattle drive.

He brought your uncle's herd here, all the way from Texas.

You and Uncle John have come a long way together, haven't you?

A long way.

Over there's an old Comanche burying ground.

"The Lord said unto Cain, 'Why art thou wroth?

"'And why is thy countenance fallen?

"'If thou doesn't well, shalt thou not be accepted?

"'And if thou doesn't not well,

"'sin lieth at the door.'

"And Cain talked with Abel, his brother.

"And it came to pass, when they were in the field

"that Cain rose up against his brother and..."

Slew him.

Howdy.

Do you always greet people with so much fanfare?

Um, no, ma'am.

Truth is, I was just...

Just what?

Well, Mr. Tunstall loaned me his Bible here so I could practice my reading.

Looks like that ain't all you were practicing.

- Which part were you reading, Billy? - About how Cain killed Abel.

You know that was the first killing that ever took place?

Yes, I know.

Sure has been a passel of 'em since then.

There sure has.

So long, Bonney.

- Keep practicing, Billy. - Yes, ma'am.

So they're all in it together.

It may be a chess game to Murphy,

but I don't like his methods, and I can't go along with him.

Well, it's very kind of you to tell me, Alex,

but I'm a pretty good chess player myself.

If I were you, Mr. Chisum, I'd cut off the water to his property.

I can't do that without affecting Henry and a lot of other outfits.

What are you figuring on doing?

Well, Sue's packing, and we're gonna go on back to Kansas.

Why don't you stay out here?

New Mexico could use another good man and woman.

Yes, by all means.

What would I do out here?

You ran a store back in Kansas, didn't you?

Well, we're opening a store and a bank, aren't we, John?

Rumor has it.

But we need a partner to manage them and oversee our legal affairs, don't we, John?

I don't think so. Not any longer.

Just one thing.

You are gonna keep your affairs legal, aren't you?

(LAUGHING) Hell, yes.

The three musketeers, eh?

(SENTIMENTAL COUNTRY SONG PLAYS)

BILLY: All set, Mr. Chisum.

Two hitched to horses, the rest to mules. Just like you said.

William, here's the letter of credit for the merchandise.

And the bank in Santa Fe will be expecting you.

- Right. - What about Garrett?

- I'll go see. - Mind if I come along?

Come on.

The size of the pot.

What about you?

- Fold. - You staying?

- Me, too. - What about you, Mr. Garrett?

I'll stick around.

You better look out, Mr. Garrett. I'm hotter than hell on a holiday.

Hi, Mr. Chisum. Care to sit in?

You figure to find that escaped prisoner in that deck of cards?

Don't worry, me and the boys will round him up.

Yeah, about the time you get your third set of teeth.

How about it, Pat? You made up your mind?

Mr. Chisum, this next card will make up my mind.

I'm playing these.

Big Casino.

I'm going.

Glad to have you with us, Big Casino.

Thanks, Little Casino.

Well, I sure left that Garrett with a short bit.

Well, I'm not so sure you won that hand.

Sure I did. I'm Big Casino.

Yeah, sure you did.

(SENTIMENTAL COUNTRY SONG CONTINUES)

Giddyup! (EXCLAIMS)

What do you think?

I think it's a long way to Santa Fe and back.

You sure you know how to run one of these things?

All it takes is money.

Yeah. Mine.

Giddyup!

Uh, how long before the men get back from Santa Fe?

CHISUM: Hmm?

They better get here sooner than later. We're running low on grub.

We're short on sugar, flour, airtights and everything else.

If they don't get here pretty soon,

we'll be doing business with that L.G. Murphy store.

They'll be back in two or three days.

I heard some of the men talking about him,

- and they said that he... - CHISUM: Who?

Billy Bonney.

They say he killed a man when he was 12 years old.

He's killed over a dozen men since.

That's what they say.

He's got such gentle eyes.

Well, I don't believe all those stories are true.

Well, it's time for supper.

Well?

- Well, what? - Well, what are we gonna do?

We're gonna have supper.

One of you the sheriff?

Nope. Deputies Morton and Baker. Sheriff's inside.

Get him.

Sheriff?

- What's up? - Nothing's up.

There's a dodger on him. I'll collect the bounty.

Who is it?

MORTON: It's Riker. Deader than a can of corned beef.

You just had to kill him, huh?

No. Less trouble that way.

Get that mess off the street.

You know that gimp?

I know of him. His name's Dan Nodeen. Half-crazy bounty hunter.

He gimps because of Billy the Kid.

Bonney put a bullet in him about two years back.

Mr. Nodeen, my name is Murphy.

You wouldn't be looking for a job?

My job's collecting rewards.

- Pat, can you read? - Yup.

How far did you get in school?

Got through the grades, then the war broke out.

I never got to school much.

Much? Hardly at all.

But I can read now and do my sums.

Mr. Tunstall's been teaching me.

- He's a good man. - Yeah, seems like.

Pat, what do you hear about me?

Billy, just to hear tell, it made my ears bleed.

I reckon I've run with the worst of 'em.

Jess Evans, Clay Allison.

I'd say you're running with the best of 'em now.

Chisum and Tunstall, that's good company.

Yeah.

You ever think on getting married?

I been three years a buffalo hunter.

What's that got to do with getting married?

The smell.

What smell?

Death.

Buffalo hunters smell like old guts all the time.

Well, I'm downwind of you, and I don't smell it.

I'm upwind and I smell it on you, Billy.

What, old guts?

Death.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Can it ever go away, that smell?

Sure it can, Billy,

with time, good company, and patience.

- You a patient man? - Me?

Billy, I got the patience of an oyster.

- Take 'em across. - Let's go!

All right, let's go shopping, huh.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

BILLY: Horse wagon!

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Come on!

Get that horse wagon up there. Get on it!

(SCREAMS)

(EXCLAIMING)

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

Well, Doctor, how is he?

Well, considering he suffered a concussion, a couple of broken ribs,

swallowed a barrelful of water, he's all right.

He needs to stay in bed for a couple of weeks.

Thanks, Doc.

DOCTOR: Okay, don't worry. I'll be by to see him.

Pepper, have Cass saddle my horse.

- He's already saddled. - What do you intend to do?

- See a man about an ambush. - John, that's not the way.

- CHISUM: Oh, it's my way. - But your plan worked.

- We still got the merchandise. - And we still got Murphy.

Murphy was in town during the raid with 100 witnesses.

Besides, he's surrounded by the law and by gunmen like Evans.

Henry's right. John, you're doing just what they want you to do.

And what would you two want me to do? Stand around and watch...

John, I don't propose we stand around. I'm going to Santa Fe to see the Governor.

Axtell? He's a gutless wonder.

But he'll act under pressure.

I'll tell him everything that's going on.

Justice Wilson will be here from Mesilla soon.

- Now, you said he was a good man. - Yes, he is.

Well, don't do anything that'll make it harder for him.

That's true, we wouldn't want him to have to try you for shooting somebody.

Might be a pleasure.

Meanwhile, we'll open up the store and the bank,

and we'll hit Murphy where it hurts.

Legally, without any more gunfire.

Right will prevail, John. I know it will.

Yes, Henry, right will prevail, one way or another.

But I guess we'll try your way first.

I'll leave just as soon as we put the store in order.

Give me that scattergun.

- You mean, you're gonna... - Not gonna.

- Not gonna? - Not gonna.

Fool around and get us all killed is what'll happen.

(DOG BARKING)

Lawrence!

(HORSE NICKERING)

Lawrence, I was just coming to talk to you.

Talk.

- Know what I've been doing lately? - No, what have you been doing lately?

Playing solitaire, that's what.

Ever since they opened that damn store. Look at it.

The banking business hasn't been too good, either.

Just look at those people.

Pouring in and out of that place like they're giving away free whiskey.

MURPHY: Yeah, I can see.

You know what I think? I...

You go back and play solitaire. I'll do the thinking.

Jess!

SALLIE: (GIGGLES) Now finish the broth, Billy.

Thinks he's some kind of a war hero, or something like Davy Crockett.

(GRUMBLING)

- What? - Nothing.

(SCOFFS)

I swear he's talking to himself more every day.

- What'd you say? - Nothing.

Nothing? I heard you say something.

You wasn't talking to yourself, was you, John?

It's a sign your saddle's commencing to slip

- when a man starts talking to himself. - (KNOCK ON DOOR)

I said, "Why don't you answer the door?"

I know you said something. I ain't deaf.

- PEPPER: Well, Mr. Peaceful himself. - Hello, Pepper.

- John. - Henry.

- All set to go? - All set.

Thought I'd pop by and say cheerio, and see how William's doing.

- Good. - He's doing his best.

- What did you say? - I said he's getting plenty of rest.

- He's awake now. You can go on in. - Thank you.

- How's the patient, Sallie? - A little impatient, I'm afraid.

- He's getting bored. - I'm just fine, Mr. Tunstall.

A little buzzing in my head, but other than that...

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

There is a little hurt when I move.

Other than that, he's just fine.

William, I stopped by to say goodbye.

BILLY: Goodbye?

Yes, I'm going to Santa Fe for a bit, to take care of some business.

Yeah.

As soon as I'm able, I got some business to take care of in Lincoln

with Murphy and Evans.

William, you are not going to do anything.

From now on, we do everything according to the law.

- Mr. Chisum go along with that? - He does.

Now, you've made a fresh start here, and you've got a good future.

And I want you to promise me

that you won't do anything to jeopardize that future.

You're gonna make me swear on the Bible?

No, lad. Your word's always been good enough for me.

No, I thought perhaps you'd like to practice your reading some more

- while I'm gone. - Well, thanks. I would.

I'll see you soon, laddie.

- Mr. Tunstall. - Yeah?

I promise.

Oh, uh...

I've written a little inscription on the inside.

"To William Bonney.

"February 18, 1878.

"Prepare your heart to seek the law of the Lord,

"and to live by it.

"J. Henry Tunstall."

PEPPER: Good trip, Mr. Tunstall. TUNSTALL: Thank you, Pepper.

John, I want to thank you for taking care of William.

Not me, Sallie.

She's a wonderful girl. And he's a worthwhile lad.

Yeah, Henry, according to you, everybody's worthwhile.

God's children, John.

But William reminds me of someone.

A black sheep in the family, no doubt.

No, a young chap I never even talked to.

Years ago in England, this young man, very much like William,

killed a man in some senseless brawl.

And I watched that young man walk to the gallows.

And I saw him hanged.

Ghastly sight.

There was nothing I could do to help that young lad. Well...

- I hope your way works, Henry. - It will, John. It will.

Would you like to listen to my opinion, Mr. John Simpson Chisum?

Nope.

Well, my opinion is all this speechifying, store-keeping, prayer-meeting

don't amount to a spit in the river.

There's only one thing gonna make this territory know

who's the bull of the woods.

And sometime or sooner, it's gonna happen. And you know it.

- Do I? - You do.

It's just gonna be you and Murphy, head to head, and horn to horn.

And one hell of a fight.

But one of you has got to lose.

So, the other one walks away with the herd and the whole shebang.

Now, that's my opinion.

(MOOING)

(LAUGHING)

What's so funny?

Well, that's the first time I ever put somebody else's brand on our own cows.

(LAUGHS)

(MOOING)

There's your proof, Sheriff.

No-good cow thief putting his brand on my cattle.

I expect we ought to do something about that.

Yeah, I expect we ought to.

And you'd better hurry. He's leaving town.

All right, you two, go fetch him.

Hold Tunstall in jail until I get back.

- Where are you going? - Santa Fe.

I... I've got to see a friend.

Hello.

Say, Tunstall, you're a hard man to track down.

- Thought you could get away, is that it? - Get away with what?

We're deputy sheriffs, you know? Duly appointed.

My congratulations. But what's that got to do with me?

Got to do with your rustling Mr. Murphy's cattle.

Gentlemen, in the first place,

the origin of Mr. Murphy's magic herd is somewhat dubious.

And in the second place...

In the second place, don't give us any of that fancy foreign talk, Mr. Fancy-pants.

You're talkin' to the law, and the law says you're going back to Lincoln.

Look here, I'm going to Roswell. I've got a stage to catch.

- (TUNSTALL GRUNTS) - (HORSE NICKERING)

- He didn't even have a gun. - He had a gun.

And he tried to use it.

PREACHER: "And he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying:

"'Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

"'Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

"'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

"'Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness,

"'for they shall be filled.

"'Blessed are the merciful, for they shall experience mercy.

"'Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

"'Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of the Lord.

"'Blessed are the persecuted for righteousness' sake,

"'for they shall inherit heaven.

"'Rejoice and be doubly blessed

"'for your reward in heaven is great.'

"The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

"Blessed be the name of the Lord."

Amen.

- John. - J. B.

How'd it happen?

It happened.

- Judge, my name is Alex McSween. - Yes?

- I think we should go to the courthouse. - Mr. McSween.

I think we'd better go with him.

(SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

I made you a promise, Mr. Tunstall.

Now I'm making myself a promise.

It says in the Bible.

"The candle of the wicked shall be put out."

Sheriff, I'm gonna ask you just once more.

- South. - Chew it finer.

Valverde, I think.

Now, let's just hold up a minute.

As a Federal Justice,

I'm issuing warrants for the arrests of both of those men.

- Sheriff, are you going after them? - My own men?

All right. So, John, I'm empowering you and your men to bring back those two...

- What are their names? - Morton and Baker.

Deputies Morton and Baker.

Dead or alive.

You know, I'm afraid of what he might do.

Whatever he does, it'll be legal.

GOVERNOR: That's hard to believe.

Jess Evans rode up right after the shooting.

The man is a thief. He stole my cattle. We have the hides to prove it.

It's hard to believe about Henry Tunstall.

Yes, and it's hard to believe he carried a gun. But he did.

He pulled one. Resisted arrest.

The deputies were defending themselves. They had no choice.

That's too bad.

- It's just too bad. - Yes, it is.

We have more important things to think about, all of us.

Would you excuse us, Jess?

I'll see you at the hotel.

Sure. Governor.

All right, Lawrence. Let's get to our business.

BLACKSMITH: Howdy. Looks like you rode far.

Haven't seen a couple of men that look like they'd rode just as far

a day or two ahead of us, have you?

- Fed up their horses here yesterday. - Where'd they go?

Where else?

Thanks.

- (LIVELY PIANO MUSIC) - (PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(ROOM BECOMES QUIET)

Draw.

Please draw.

Mr. Chisum, I ain't trying to...

Where's Morton?

Second room.

(MORTON GRUNTING)

- (GRUNTING) - (ALL GASPING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(EXCLAIMS)

Bring him along.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Hold it up.

- I didn't do it, Mr. Chisum, he did. - Shut up, Baker.

Pat.

You're gonna shoot us, ain't you, Chisum?

I thought about it.

Then I thought about something Henry Tunstall once said.

He watched a man walk to the gallows. Saw him hang.

Said it was ghastly.

Well, I've seen men hang.

And that's the word, ghastly.

You two are gonna hang.

Pat, take 'em on in to Lincoln.

We'll swing by the ranch and pick up the judge.

Let's go.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hello, Pat, Charlie, Tom.

- You shouldn't be up and around, Billy. - Neither should they.

PAT: They won't be for long.

What's gonna happen to 'em?

They're gonna be tried and hanged.

- And you believe that? - John Chisum does.

We'll see.

You know, Pat, I never did thank you for hauling me out of that river.

You ought to go back and rest, Billy.

I will, Big Casino. I will.

- First I gotta keep my promise. - What promise?

(SCREAMS)

So long, Charlie, Tom!

PAT: It was the Kid.

He rode up smiling and talking, and whopped me on my head.

All right, cut 'em loose.

And gather up some artillery. I'm forming a posse.

Ha! Ha!

BILLY: Hey, Sheriff Brady!

- (HORSE NEIGHING) - (GRUNTS)

Damn.

GEORGE: But, Sheriff, the Governor is not to be disturbed.

MURPHY: He'll be disturbed, all right.

GEORGE: But, sir...

MURPHY: Sam, wake up. Wake up, Sam. Listen to me.

GEORGE: But, sir... MURPHY: Oh, be quiet, will you?

MURPHY: Wake up, Sam. Listen to me.

GOVERNOR: Good God! Lawrence! MURPHY: Yes.

GOVERNOR: What happened?

MURPHY: Just got a telegram from Lincoln. Get rid of that damn fool, will you?

- What? - Him. Him!

Oh, it's all right, George. Now, what in heaven's name happened?

The Kid just killed Brady, Morton, and Baker, and then escaped

while Chisum and Justice Wilson stood there and watched him do it.

I can't believe it.

Well, Sam, Brady, Morton, and Baker believe it.

And believe me, you're in the firing line.

And you better do something about it

before President Hayes decides that you can't handle this territory.

What do you suggest that I do?

First of all, Justice Wilson is a friend of Chisum's.

So revoke his powers. You've got plenty of grounds.

All right.

I'll do that.

What else?

And you good people witnessed the cowardly and cold-blooded murder

of our beloved Sheriff Brady by Billy "the Kid" Bonney, right over there.

Governor Axtell has appointed a new Sheriff, Dan Nodeen.

He's offered a $200 reward for the Kid.

And I'm adding a further reward of $1,000.

Dead or alive.

The Sheriff here has formed his posse.

Have you got anything you want to add to that, Sheriff?

Just this.

I'm gonna bring Bonney in.

You people can either help me, or stay the hell out of my way.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

John, since Governor Axtell hung me out to dry,

there's nothing more I can help you with.

So I'll heading back to Mesilla first thing in the morning.

All right, J. B.

I'm writing President Hayes a letter asking for an impartial investigation...

By that time it happens, if it happens,

Murphy'll have his name on everything between Arizona and Texas.

Mr. Murphy,

just how much of Lincoln County are you after?

Well, Mr. Chisum came out here several years ago,

put his name on everything he could.

I've only been here a little while. Just getting started.

You have anything to say to that, Mr. Chisum?

Well, I don't favor talking to vermin, but I'll talk to you just this once.

You're not just getting started. The line's been drawn.

What Billy did balanced the books so far.

But if one of your men cross my land, or even touch one of my cows,

or do anything to that store,

I'm not going to the Sheriff, the Governor,

or the President of the United States.

I'm coming to see you.

Hmm.

Mr. Chisum, that sounds like a threat.

(MURPHY GRUNTS)

Wrong word. Fact.

(CLINKING)

Billy, why did you come back here? All of Lincoln County's looking for you.

They ain't gonna find me.

Leastways till I find Murphy and Evans.

You killed those men.

Mr. Tunstall was the first man ever to treat me decent.

He never hurt nobody.

I'm gonna get anybody who had anything to do with it.

- They'll kill you. - They'll try.

SALLIE: Pat, what are you doing?

Maybe he wants the reward.

You know Pat Garrett better than that.

(BREATHING)

Look, Pat, you saved my life

and I'm sorry I had to clout you.

But don't go pulling a gun on me.

Get Mr. Chisum, Sallie.

CHISUM: Put it down, Pat.

You two walk away.

Come on in here, Billy.

I know how you feel, but...

You've gone about it the wrong way.

It's what you'd have done 25 years ago.

Billy, all you've done is bollix things up.

The Governor's appointed another Murphy man sheriff.

So?

You can't go around killing all the sheriffs.

I can't?

You know how this thing's gonna end.

It's my life.

But you're affecting the lives of a lot of other people.

Are you talking about a lot of people, or Sallie?

Maybe it funnels down to her, too. She reminds me of...

There was a girl once back in Texas.

A long time ago.

And I knew that the best thing for me to do was to turn my back.

Let her marry a man that'd make her happy.

You're talking about Garrett now.

I'm talking about a man that could make her happy.

I get your meaning, Mr. Chisum.

I'm not gonna turn you in, Billy.

But I'm telling you this.

Don't ever show up on my land again.

All right, Mr. Chisum.

I'll ride.

I didn't intend that you should hear that.

I'm glad I did. Helps me understand a lot of things.

- Your father was a good man. - Yes, he was.

And I know you did what you thought was right for all of you,

and that's what you're doing now.

Maybe you should have let Mother make her own choice.

She did.

She made the right choice.

So will I.

I know you will, Sallie.

Don't lie to me, you pepper gut.

But I swear to you, señor, we haven't seen him.

He hasn't been here at all.

Well, if he comes here, or rides by, you get to town and tell me.

'Cause if I hear he even passed this way without you telling me about it,

you're going to jail.

You understand?

Sí, Señor Sheriff.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Knock a lot of horseshoes loose in them rocks,

and all for nothing.

OUTLAW: That Nodeen.

Sure is hell-bent on catching you, Billy.

I should've killed that tin belly when I had the chance down in Guadalupe.

Murphy must want you pretty bad to put up $1,000 for your hide.

BILLY: It's gonna cost him more than that.

He ain't gonna get my hide.

- I'm gonna get his. - JOHNNY: Let's get started.

All right.

Now, first off, we're gonna hit Murphy's bank and take his money.

Ya-hoo!

He's got a safe as big as a barn.

- We'll blow it open. - OUTLAW: We'll need dynamite.

We'll get it.

We'll need some more men.

- JOHNNY: How many? - About half a dozen.

Men who know the layout of the bank, and can shoot their way out of town.

There's Brown, Scurlock. Middleton's all right.

And while you're visiting the bank,

I'll be visiting Mr. Murphy.

Dolan, I got 500 head of prime cattle penned up at the corral.

I want you and some of the boys to deliver 'em over to Tucson.

You can leave just...

- MURPHY: Did you find him? - No.

What did you come back for?

Some of the horses went lame. We'll start again tomorrow.

MURPHY: If you needed horses, you could've sent for 'em.

Listen, Murphy, I know my job.

Nobody said you don't.

Every time I take a step, I think of Bill Bonney.

Well, I'm gonna find him, and I'm gonna see him dead.

Yeah, sure, Sheriff.

Want to come to the saloon? I'll buy all of you a drink.

I prefer my own bottle and my own company.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That man there, he's meaner than a gut-shot grizzly.

MURPHY: Well, that's what we need.

Well, have you men got your own bottles, or do you want to come in the saloon?

Hell, you know we're going in the saloon with you.

(LAUGHS) All right.

(HORSE NICKERING)

Fifty.

(CLEARS THROAT)

PEPPER: Whose move?

His.

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

It's turning cold.

Wind's from the north.

Comanches call it Tahnimara.

Lonely wind.

(CHUCKLES) I wonder where you heard that.

You know, Pat.

There have been a lot of stories about John Chisum.

About how wild he was.

Now, those were wild times.

I think, in some ways, the two of them are a lot alike.

Who?

Uncle John, Billy Bonney.

Don't you think they are?

Don't you?

Not in the important things.

Like what?

Well, Mr. Chisum's changed with the times.

He doesn't like to let on, but he cares.

About the people here and in town.

About the Indians and the territory.

He's independent

and he likes to do things his own way, but he cares.

And Billy doesn't?

I guess he can't help it.

But you heard him, all he cares about is getting those men.

In a way, doesn't it amount to the same thing?

No.

Billy wants revenge, Mr. Chisum wants justice.

There's a big difference.

And there's a big difference between love and infatuation.

What about Pat Garrett?

Pat Garrett hasn't talked so much since Sunday School recitation.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

I better get you in.

(OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(WHISPERS) Johnny!

The rest of you take the horses around the side, and leave ours here.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

McSWEEN: Who's there?

Who is it? Who's down there?

BILLY: (WHISPERING) It's me, Mr. McSween.

Billy?

What are you doing now, stealing from your friends?

No, sir. Not exactly.

We just need the loan of a little dynamite.

- Dynamite? - Yeah.

Billy, don't you think you've done enough already?

No, sir. But I'm going to.

(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(HORSE NEIGHING OUTSIDE)

NODEEN: (SOFTLY) Bonney.

Now, Billy, listen to me.

I've written a letter to the President. There will be an investigation.

This whole thing is a travesty. I promise you...

Now I don't know what "travesty" means, but I made a promise, too.

Evans. Evans!

- JESS: What do you want? - Get up!

Come on, get up!

Alex, is everything all right? I heard...

Billy.

Honey. Honey, everything is all right. Now you go on back upstairs.

It's okay, ma'am. We just need some supplies.

At this hour?

Sue, go back upstairs.

- (GUNSHOT FIRING) - (GLASS SHATTERING)

BILLY: Let's get inside!

There's a mess of 'em out there.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

(GUNSHOT FIRING)

Bonney, can you hear me? Sheriff Nodeen!

BILLY: Good morning, Sheriff!

No, it ain't, Bonney. Not for you.

There are 100 guns out here.

Hey, Nodeen, the McSween's got no part of this.

They ain't done nothing, so let 'em come out!

Anybody that comes out of there while it's still dark,

gets cut in half!

You ain't got no place to go, Bonney.

What do we do, Billy?

BILLY: Just pile something up against the windows.

Nothing else we can do right now.

Nothing's gonna happen till daylight.

(OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Bonney!

Sheriff Nodeen again!

Time's up!

He's mad.

Must not have had any breakfast.

You know what's gonna happen to you if you don't surrender!

BILLY: I know what'll happen if I do!

I'll get a bullet in the back trying to escape!

Well, here's what you're gonna get if you stay in there!

Damn place is built like a fort.

What'll it be, Bonney?

Billy, we've got to get Sue out of here.

Sheriff, this is McSween.

Is Lawrence Murphy out there?

MURPHY: I'm here.

McSWEEN: Lawrence, let my wife come out.

Then we can talk. I give you my word, there'll be no tricks.

All right, Alex.

She can come out.

It'll look better this way, Sheriff.

- We don't want any women getting killed. - (SIGHS)

No, Alex.

Not unless you come, too.

I want to speak on behalf of these men, then I'll be right out.

Now you go on ahead, Sue.

All right, she's coming out!

McSWEEN: Lawrence?

Will you send word to Fort Stanton and let these men surrender to the Army?

Look, Mr. McSween,

you're not talking for us.

I'm trying to help you,

to keep you alive.

The Army has no jurisdiction here.

This is a civil matter.

And if anyone surrenders, it's to me.

Better get out of here,

'cause I ain't ever gonna surrender to Nodeen.

- Billy! - Go out there with your wife.

McSWEEN: Sheriff.

I'm unarmed, and I'm coming out alone!

No, you ain't! Not alone.

Not till everybody throws down their guns, and you all come out together.

With Bonney in the lead! Them's my terms.

Sheriff, my husband's done nothing wrong.

Your husband is harboring a killer.

- Mr. Murphy... - I'm sorry.

I can't interfere with the law.

- What about it, Bonney? - I'm not coming out, Nodeen.

- Please! - Get out of here before you get hurt.

Mr. McSween, it's your wife.

She's going for Chisum!

Exactly, we'll fight him on our own ground.

Take some men down by the river in case they come in that way,

and throw a barricade across that street.

We're running short of lead.

Mr. McSween.

All right.

Here's the key to the room.

Scurlock, Mclaherty, upstairs!

STATION MASTER: Women and children off the street!

JESS: Hold it!

- Damn it! Where are you going? - Going to warn the noon stage.

- Noon stage, my... - (GUNSHOT FIRING)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

There's enough ammunition in there to fight a war.

That's what we're doing.

Mr. Chisum!

You have to get Alex. They're gonna kill him.

Murphy and Nodeen's men have the store surrounded.

Billy's in there.

- Please, Mr. Chisum. - Take care of her, Sallie.

- What're you gonna do? - What I ought to have done 25 years ago.

Pat, get the men out of South Camp.

Trace, you round up everybody that can ride a horse or pull a trigger.

- Let's break out some Winchesters. - PEPPER: You bet.

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE FIRING)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

JESS: Come on, hurry up.

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE FIRING)

(MAN GROANS)

It's my arm.

Give up, Billy.

We're ready for him now.

OUTLAW: Hey, Billy, they've got the street blocked off!

It ain't to keep us in.

- It's to keep somebody out. - Chisum.

We'll be slaughtered.

I'm going out there and talk to Murphy.

No! Don't do it, Mr. McSween!

Don't go out there!

Sheriff, Murphy!

Hold your fire!

I've got to talk to you!

And I'm coming out alone.

Don't, Mr. McSween!

You heard my terms!

(MCSWEEN GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Get some torches!

I'll burn the son of a bitch out.

(MOOING)

(NICKERING)

Señor Chisum, they built a barricade.

We could go around and come in from behind.

We'd have to cross that river. We'd be sitting ducks.

Then what do we do, Mr. Chisum?

Well, we do exactly what we started out to do, Mr. Pepper.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(GUNSHOTS FIRING)

Hee-yaw!

It's Chisum!

Let's pour it in him.

To hell with this.

You wanted him on your own ground. You got him.

Yeah.

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUNSHOT)

- Good to see you, Big Casino. - PAT: Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Cover me, Pat.

Billy. Billy.

(NEIGHING)

Ain't like old times...

Billy.

(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Can you make it?

What? Where's...

Where are you going?

I resign.

No more paydays around here.

I know. It's my fault.

You were the primer, Billy, but...

I guess, sooner or later, the lid had to blow off.

Sheriff left town.

He won't be hard to follow.

- So long, Mr. Chisum. - Let it go, Billy.

That smell of death.

Remember?

Be seeing you, Big Casino.

Are you coming?

(HORSE GALLOPING AWAY)

PEPPER: "General Lew Wallace takes oath as new governor of territory.

"Garrett appointed Sheriff of Lincoln County.

"Governor declares A-M..."

- Am... - Amnesty.

Yeah.

Do that mean the war is over?

- It do. - I hope so.

I wouldn't be too sure.

You know, there's an old saying, Miss Sallie.

"There's no law west of Dodge, and no God west of the Pecos."

Right, Mr. Chisum?

CHISUM: Wrong, Mr. Pepper.

'Cause no matter where people go, sooner or later, there's the law.

And, sooner or later, they find that God's already been there.

Now, where's he going?

Don't worry. He'll be back.

Well, I better get going, too.

I got some things in Lincoln that need taken care of.

Lincoln can take care of itself, Sheriff, until after the dishes are done.

- Doesn't this badge give me any authority? - Not in this house.

(PEPPER LAUGHS)

(MALE VOCALISTS SING VIRILE THEME SONG)

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