All language subtitles for Seven Ways From Sundown (1960) - English

A Ranger?

- Now we get a Ranger.
- Let's whup him.

- What's the matter with you two fellas?
- Tar and feather him as a lesson.

Yeah, tar and feather him, you with us?

- Come on.
- Come on.

- Someone mind telling me what happened?
- Jim Flood happened.

Flood figured he was getting
cheated at poker by Ike Hanley.

He shot Hanley then shot his brothers.
That's when we needed us a Ranger.

One finally comes along, he ain't even
got brains enough to be wearing a gun.

- Take it easy Beeker.
- Take it easy?

After Flood burns my place
down and shoots four men?

Without a lawman,
this town depends on the Rangers.

Ain't never one around when you need them.

- Hey, the fire is starting up again.
- Hey, get those water buckets men.

Form a line men.

Mind telling me how I get
to the town of Buckley?

- About 30 mile due north.
- Which way did this Flood go?

Out that way, northwest.

But I wouldn't go chasing
after him all by my lonesome.

I'm obliged.

Better get out of this town though,
before they decide to hang me.

- I guess you fellas are Company D.
- That's right.

Captain Bledsoe sent me up from Austin
and I'm supposed to go to work for you.

- You Lieutenant Herly?
- What's your name?

Jones sir, Seven Jones.

You any kin to Two Jones?

Yes sir, he was my brother, you knew him?

I knew him.

- You remember Jones lieutenant.
- I remember sergeant.

I've been here earlier, but I've been
chasing a fella by the name of Jim Flood.

You were chasing Flood?

Well, not exactly chasing him, mostly
just trying to see which way he went.

He sort of wrecked
a place called Beeker's Crossing.

What happened?

He burned down the saloon, shot up
the place, I couldn't pick up his trail..

Get a long start.

Hennessy, you'll go after Flood...

first thing in the morning,
I'll figure out which men you can take.

- You're not going?
- No, I got too much work to do here.

You take care of Jones, get him settled.

- How long you been a Ranger?
- Just since they signed me up at Austin.

- Don't you believe in sidearms?
- They said you'd issue me a revolving gun.

What about Clancy's old gun?

It'll be deducted from
your first month's pay.

Well, sure is a honey.

No, it's a gun not a baby Seven.

- Yes sir.
- You don't call sergeants sir.

You know how to shoot it?

Sort of, is someplace
where I could try it out?

About 10,000 square miles
of nothing out back a way.

Come on.

Take a shot at that gong out there.

That's doing it the hard way.

- You some kind of trick shot or something?
- No.

Try the rest of your shot.

Only safe place in
the whole valley was that gong.

I'll show you your bunk
and where you put your horse.

As soon as you tend to your horse, maybe
Mrs. Karrington will give you some dinner...

- if she's got any left.
- Mrs. Karrington?

Yeah, that's her house over there.
She's got the deal to feed us Rangers.

- I could sure use something to eat.
- Put your horse in the first stall there.

Thank you.

I just got a glimpse of him
when he went by the house.

I'll bet he's real nice.

Ma?

You think...

Do you think the average person
would like me in this dress?

They told me I might
be able to get something to eat.

The noon meal is already over.

Who sent you? That lieutenant?

No ma'am, sergeant Hennessy.

Well, clear a place
for yourself at the table.

There's some dishes in the
kitchen and beans in the pot.

The door over there.

Hold still.

- A cup.
- We got plenty of cups.

And two plates.

- Well, I think that looks all right.
- I think it's beautiful.

You find beans all right?

- But you didn't get any coffee.
- I'll get it for him Ma.

There you are, mister...

- Jones, Seven Jones.
- I'm Joy Karrington.

Ma, his name is Seven Jones.

- Pleased to meet you ma'am.
- Sit down.

Go and eat.

I'll get the hot water started and you
bring the rest of the dishes, will you dear?

- It's nice dog.
- His name is Apache.

Apache?

Well, it's no funnier name than you've got.

No I, I guess not.
Just wait till you heard the rest of it.

You see, my Pa wasn't much for fancy
when it came to giving out names, so...

he just named us by
the numbers and let it go at that.

Plain number is not much of a name.

That's what my ma said too,
so we always used to add something like...

the firstborn was One for the Money Jones...

the second was Two for the
Show Jones and and right on up to me.

My full name is
Seven Ways From Sundown Jones.

Well.

- You're new on the Rangers.
- Yes ma'am.

How you come to join?

Well, mostly was on account
of my older brother, Two Jones.

- He got killed working for the Rangers.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

That was a real
pretty dress you were trying on.

For the Fultons' barn
raising tonight, are you going?

Oh, I don't know and I haven't been asked.

Well, the Fultons
will be real glad to have you.

Well, maybe.

Oh, I'll get you some pie.

- We ain't that hard up for men Herly.
- That's for me to say sergeant.

You know as well as me
what kind of man Flood is.

I ought to be taking a whole
company instead of one new man.

Jones has got to pull his own weight.

You saw how he handled the gun...

me and him taking on
Jim Flood would be downright suicide.

You're taking Jones
sergeant, and that's that.

Hennessy.

You don't think I like
making that choice, do you?

But I got men scattered over half of Texas.

I need at least five men down in the south
plateau, four men covering the Baker place...

and I can't send Duncan or Hollis.

Most of those men are protecting cows.

Is saving a few head of cattle
more important than a man's life?

He joined up, didn't he?
Let him earn his pay.

He don't seem to know Flood
was in on the killing of his brother...

but finding out might make him
act even more foolish than normal.

I'd say he'd be the last man to send.

Stay Apache, stay here boy, stay.

Apache.

Apache, there.
There's a good dog, it's all right.

There, there now.

Well, just maybe he might
not be the last man to send.

How come you can't handle a six-shooter?

Us Joneses never had too much spare cash, I
never could afford one of them revolving gun.

When word gets back in the morning about...

Flood, you and me
is going to take out after him.

Good.

Say, your brother ever mention
anything about working for Herly?

No, Two wasn't much for writing.

I'm glad I'm going with you sergeant.

Well, maybe along the way
I can teach you about using a sidearm.

I'd be obliged to you.

Jones? You're staying here
tonight, keep an eye in the office.

Yes, sir.

First barn raising I've been to in a year.

Lots of girls and lots of whiskey,
both are fun and both are risky.

Hey. Wait for me.

Come on Shorty,
we can't keep the women waiting.

Yeah, all the
good looking ones will be picked.

You sure smell pretty Shorty.

Yeah, he smells like he climbed out
of a jug of that fancy flowery water.

- Let them rip.
- Come on.

Gal in one hand and a jug in the other.

Maybe I should take the duty Seven.

Wouldn't want you
half asleep when we take off.

I'm all right.

- Hennessy.
- Yeah?

You said you knew my brother,
how did he come to get killed?

Well, I don't know much about it.

- Some fracas down in the Big Bend country.
- Yeah, I know that.

If you should get sleepy, I'll take over.

Thanks.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

You don't want sit down?

I thought you went to the barn raising.

Oh, oh, we, we did but...

Well, Ma wasn't feeling
so well, so we, we left early.

That's too bad.

They said it was you and
Hennessy going out after Jim Flood.

That's right, sergeant Hennessy and me.

From the stories I've heard about him,
Flood must be 20 feet tall.

- Don't you worry about that.
- Well...

It's just that, well, Ma and me we...

we wouldn't want to have anything
bad happen to sergeant Hennessy...

- But why should it be you going with him?
- Why not? I'm a Ranger.

Yes, but you're so new.

Yes I am but the sergeant is
going to teach me as we go along.

Maybe he'll be able to keep me from
getting killed for the first day or two.

Oh, it's just...

Well, Ma sure thinks an awful lot of you,
the way you saved the pup today and all...

Well, she liked you right away
from the first time she saw you.

Yeah well, I sure like her too.
She's nice, all right.

Look, it isn't as if it's going
to be my last night on earth.

I wish you good luck.

Well, report is Flood is still heading north.

Likely pick up his
trail around Sterling City.

That far up? He sure gets
a lot of distance out of a horse.

Doing the impossible is
just everyday living for Flood.

I'll check us out, be right back.

- Oh, fine morning Miss Joy.
- Yes, sure is fine.

- How's your Ma this morning?
- Oh, she's much improved today, thank you.

She was, saying how too bad we didn't
get to know you longer than just one day.

Well I...

I'd sure like to be able to, to write you
a letter sometime, if I'm gone that long.

- You think it'd be all right?
- Oh, I'd like that, so would Ma.

Oh, I brought you
a little food to take along.

It's always nice to have a little extra food.

Oh, it's a cake.

It's a real beautiful cake, about the
nicest thing anyone ever did for me.

You take good care of yourself Seven.

- I'll come back to see you.
- Morning Joy.

Cake.

Hey.

That's two times out of four...

you hit good and close today,
you're getting the hang of it.

Doesn't look like we ever
going to catch up with Flood.

Should pull into Sterling late today.

Knowing Flood, you figure he still be there?

Knowing Jim?

The only thing a man can know about
what Jim is going to do is that he'll...

darn sure never know.

- Kind of full of surprises, eh?
- Yeah.

- Nothing, eh?
- No.

- Any other suggestions?
- Yeah, let's have a drink.

Hello, boys.

- Evening miss...
- Lucinda.

- How about a drink?
- Couple of whiskeys.

- And get whatever you'd like for yourself.
- Thank you.

Joe? Two whiskeys.

Bet this is the only town in Texas
where nobody ever heard of Jim Flood.

They've heard of him all right.

He's been here and gone.
Left them all dizzy with his blasted charm.

There's not many places
left to look for him around here.

- What you boys do?
- A little of everything.

- Well, I heard you're looking for Jim Flood.
- Might be.

What you want with him?

That ain't anybody's
business but Jim's and ours.

- A man like that has a lot of enemies.
- Jim can take care of his enemies.

- It's true, you're not the law.
- Do I look it?

You don't. He does, kind of.

Except he's young.

His honest looks come in handy sometimes.

If you're still doubtful, I don't suppose
a lawman would know the particular place...

Flood has a burn scar, shaped like an X.

Yeah, well, how do you know about that?

Because me, accidentally branded him
one time, one time when we was drunk.

If...

If I do tell you where he went, will you,
will you give him a message for me?

Fair enough.

He left day before yesterday,
he's headed north towards Big Spring.

Will you tell him that, that Lucinda
loves him and, and to please come back?

Or to let me know
where he is so I can go to him.

We'll tell him.

- I sure wish the best for you ma'am.
- Oh no, the, the drinks are on the house.

- Well, thank you.
- You won't forget?

Not a chance.

- We're not headed north.
- No.

How come?

Flood didn't go south
because we come up that way.

He didn't go east
because is nothing out there.

That pretty much leaves west, the way we're
traveling, out toward the Llano Estacado.

What about north like the girl said?

Flood never in his life told a girl
the right direction he was going.

You really think we can make
money off the lake Mr. Flood?

Sure.

After we stock it with sturgeon, we can
make a million dollars selling caviar.

What's that?

Well, it's a fancy food the
crowned heads of Europe swear by it.

Crowned heads?

You know, kings and queens,
lords and ladies, czars and czarinas.

Them people sure must've
a great time of it, ain't it mister?

Most of them would like to
change places with us right now.

- They would?
- You betcha.

Taking life easy is one
of the delights of the world.

Guess so.

Gee, that sure is
a mighty pretty folding knife.

You like the idea of us
stocking the lake with sturgeons?

Sure do, I'd like to go
partners with you anytime.

Well, just maybe we'll
do her one of these days.

I've been living right over there,
in part of this canyon, my whole life...

and nobody ever had
that idea before, they're just farmers.

Well, farming is fine if you like it.

Me, I'd rather do something I like and go
bust than succeed at doing something dull.

Yeah, makes you feel like...

- That life has a kind of magic in it.
- Yeah.

Say, would you take another
look at the flats behind us there?

Sure.

Still don't see nothing.

Out toward the peaks, way back, look high.

Yeah, there's a speck of dust way out there.

People sure can be a nuisance sometimes.

- You in a spot?
- What, me?

They're going to be in
trouble if they don't quit following me.

- You might tell them that.
- All right. I'll sure tell them.

On stocking the lake.
We just might do it one of these days.

- Mr. Flood?
- Yeah?

You forgot your folding knife.

You know, that's much too nice a knife
for a fellow like me to be careless with it.

You better take care of it for me.

Gee, thanks.

- So long Jody.
- Goodbye Mr. Flood.

Seven.

- Flood?
- No doubt about it.

Smoked these ever since he is a kid.

About a day ahead, I'd say.

You seem to know him real good.

Nobody knows Jim Flood real good.

But when we young fellas,
we did spend some time together.

- That so?
- Yeah.

He could always beat us others at
anything, cards, women, guns...

Never even seemed to try hard.

How come he wound up an outlaw?

Well, some people say he just never grew up.

To him, this world is kind of a circus and
4th of July celebration all rolled into one.

That's why he was trouble, people say.

And it's also why they
usually loved him, at first sight.

You seem to think a fair amount of him too.

Yeah, in a way.

When you see the kind of a fella he is,
you got to forgive him a lot of things.

It's not for us to judge
him one way or the other.

I want you to remember that.

I'll remember.

- One thing I know for sure about him.
- Yeah?

He seems to just loaf along
and rides about a thousand miles a day.

Sooner or later we'll
come up with him, hey...

You see a stranger around here lately?

Not for six or eight months.

You've been making these horse tracks
and munching that grass there yourself?

He said for you not to follow him no more.

- Don't suppose you know which way he went.
- Didn't rightly notice mister.

See what I mean about Flood?

Stay down.

I should've known, was going too easy.

Hennessy?

Remember what I told you,
it ain't up to us to judge Flood.

I'm giving you an order.

You head right back for Texas.
Promise me you won't go after him yourself.

Not going anywhere by
myself, you're going to be all right.

Promise me.

You sure are stubborn.

Where's my hat?

You one of those two fellas been trailing me?

That's right.

If you're going to shoot, I'd wish you'd
get it over with, the suspense is awful.

Hold it.

That's the last one, you want it?

You pretty good shot.

- It's a pretty bad hole.
- Doesn't look too bad to me.

- What are our plans?
- I'm taking you back to Texas.

I imagine they'll hang you.

Well, in the meantime would you
be good enough to toss me my hat?

Get it yourself.

Looks like you'll have
to carry me all the way to Texas.

- That won't stop me.
- Can't get far.

I tell you, I'm bleeding to death.

All right, we'll stay right
here till that bleeding stops.

- Sit down.
- There's a better place close by.

- Where?
- Cabin of mine.

Let's go.

After all I did get shot.

That cabin of mine is
just a short way up ahead.

I'm telling you this because
I'm just about to pass out.

You pass out and I'll
let you lay here and die.

This is kind of embarrassing.

- I got any blood left?
- I don't know.

- You cutting me open to see?
- I got to probe for that bullet.

Way you look right now, you're
more likely to stab me to death.

Why don't you shut up.

Honest...

real nice of you,
leave me out there to die after all.

Well, I should've,
after what you did to Hennessy.

- Hennessy?
- Sergeant Hennessy, Texas Rangers.

Man you shot back there.

- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

Who cares how you feel?

- What's your name?
- Jones.

Jones, you're a nice, likable young fella.

You look real close, you'll see a small
scar, right at the top of my forehead.

A Comanche put it there
when he started to scalp me...

15 years ago.

Was Hennessy who stopped him.

Let's not bring Hennessy up again.

Still here.

Couple pieces of beef and I'll
feel good as new, how about you?

I'm fine.

There's food aplenty out there in the pantry.

I found it.

There's a lean-to out back for the horses.

- Feed out there too.
- I found it.

I found that too.

That's the only piece
of artillery in the place.

If you'd asked me where it was, I'd told you.

I'll bet.

Well, I might as well get a fire started.

I'll go feed the horses,
you know how to cook?

All the chefs in New Orleans slink away
in shame when my name is mentioned.

Yeah.

Steak and beans for supper.

Now, this six-gun has
what you might call a hair trigger.

Don't put that fork
down too heavy, it might go off.

They're sure teaching you young
Rangers to be cautious nowadays.

Let me have your plate.

- I noticed some rat poison in the pantry.
- Jones?

Your cutting knife.

Is it all right that we eat now?

Yeah.

You're an incessant talker, aren't you?

I talk when there's something to say.

Tell me something...

why did they send an inexperienced
young fella like you after me?

It's kind of insulting,
nothing personal, of course.

I got you, haven't I?

Well, in a way, yes.

But the only reason I haven't killed you
is because you're a friend of Hennessy's...

and you're a likable young fellow.

- There's some pickles in the pantry.
- I'll get them.

Think pretty high of yourself, don't you?

Kill me?

You see what I mean?

When you were watching me through the
window there, you didn't watch long enough.

- Well, from now on I'll be more careful.
- I should hope so.

- You a gambling man?
- Sometime.

- Want to play a little stud or draw?
- I got a hunch you ain't honest.

Well, let's just say I'm not easy to beat.

- What should we play for?
- Fun?

All right money, pennies.

- You sure are a plunger.
- Look, I only make 26 dollars a month.

I'll get some beans,
each bean will be worth one penny.

Well, I guess it's
better than playing solitaire.

- Call.
- Jacks, three of them.

Beats two pair.

- How much is that altogether?
- Let's see now, that makes 62 dollars.

Better than two month's
wages gone in one night.

You'll have to wait a while to get paid.

- Thing to do is try to win it back.
- No.

We're leaving here first thing in the
morning, it's time to get some sleep.

- You figured out how to do that?
- Yeah.

You're sleeping in the pantry,
there's room on the floor..

I suspected as much.

Good night.

- Say, Flood.
- Yeah?

I've been thinking about
you not hitting me with that poker.

You miss me on purpose?

It's a stupid question Jones.

Yeah well, the thing is I, Well...

- You trying to thank me kid?
- No, I'm not.

- Don't call me kid either, my name is Seven.
- What?

Seven Ways from Sundown Jones.

Well, we all have a cross to bear.

Night.

I wish you weren't so set on going all the
way back to Texas, I kind of like it here.

Well, that's where we're going.

You're an easy cuss to
get along with, I sort

of hate to hurt you so
I'll go along a ways.

But I'm not going to jail
in Buckley, let's make that clear, eh?

I'll take two.

- Twenty cents.
- I call that.

- Three jacks.
- Straight.

You sure you're not cheating?

All right, I'm going to
teach you something Seven.

- See the back of that card?
- You using a marked deck?

I still don't feel like going back to Texas.

Just the same, come daylight
you better be ready to ride.

Can't beat you young fellas for optimism.

Seems to me I ought to have a
strong vote in what we do just now.

- Hennessy said you was full of tricks.
- Yeah.

So I took the trouble to unload that six-gun.

You know, I'm beginning to think
that you and me ought to be partners.

- Game is over.
- Yeah.

You, owe me 86 dollars.

Turn around and I'll tie you up.

Right at.

Thought maybe I busted your head.

Speaking of heads, you
got the hardest one I ever saw.

Last fellow I walloped
like that was out for three hours.

I was out long enough.
You could have shot me.

This rope is kind of tight.

How long you figuring on keeping me tied up?

All the way back to Texas.

You sure you wouldn't rather
go to California instead of Texas?

Texas.

The least you can do
is let me choose my route.

There's a couple of girls
I'd kind of like to see along the way.

This is not exactly a sightseeing trip.

It's a long way, least we can do is enjoy it.

Say Seven, I don't
know whether you know it or not...

but I think we might be in a little trouble.

- What kind of trouble?
- Apaches, I suspect.

We've been traveling
on some of their sacred ground.

I know it might seem
foolish from your point of view...

but I'd suggest that you
untie me and give me my gun.

If they are Apaches
you're still going to stay tied.

I'd suggest strongly that you
give me something to shoot with.

- You got any other suggestions?
- Yeah, come on.

We got some other visitors over here.

How you going to fight
them off from both sides at once?

I don't know, but is a lot
better than having to fight you too.

I thought Indians
always did a lot of hollering.

They only do that mainly when
they're trying to build up their nerve.

They don't think they got
any particular problem here.

You keep watching that side.

Looks like they're
planning on joining the merriment.

Well, we're not waiting for that.
Get on your horse.

I'd argue with you, only it's
better than waiting around here all day.

Of all the lousy, rotten luck, a single shot.

Where you get that rifle?

Look at them run.

I guess they decided to do something easy...

like attack an army fort
rather than tangle with you and me.

You know, if you had untied my hands they
might have thought they were surrounded.

Let's get out of here.

- Cigar?
- No, thanks.

You know, I think I had to face life without
cigars, whiskey, women, steak and cards...

I'd much rather they
take me out, string me up.

There's an unpleasant thought, getting hung.

The word is hanged.

Which is what ain't going to happen to me.

I've been shot 11 times, broke
out of more jails than you can count...

had a rope around my neck
twice, so don't worry about me..

I won't.

I'm still trying to figure out how
they sent just you and Hennessy after me.

- Your boss got something against you?
- Heck no, Herly is just short of men.

Herly? That's just like the Rangers, always
short of something, men, money or brains.

You know Jones, you could've a lot more fun
if you'd quit the Rangers, join up with me.

I got a kind of calling.

One my brothers was killed with the Rangers.

That's a darn shame.

- Last spring, down the Big Bend country.
- Last spring?

Yeap, April.

Your brother, he, he look anything like you?

I guess so, taller maybe.

I kind of liked old Two.

Seems to me I heard
something about that scrap.

Way I heard it, that ranger
wouldn't have gotten shot...

another ranger hadn't ducked out on him.

How do you mean?

Well, the way I heard it another lawman
was supposed to be covering for him...

but he hid behind
a rock, never showed himself.

- Seems to me it was the ranger's fault.
- What else do you know about it?

Nothing.

Nothing at all, just
picked that story up in El Paso.

In any case, I sure I'm
sorry about your brother.

Going to get some sleep.

Well, what will it be, Sterling or Hobbs?

I don't want to go into a town
where there'll be a lot of fuss.

Just want to pick up some
supplies and wire the Rangers.

Then my suggestion would be to
head on over towards Sterling.

I thought it would be.
I met your girl Lucinda the other day.

- Everyone in town kind of likes you.
- Well, I guess it'll have to be Hobbs then.

You think we can get our supplies
without a mob coming out to lynch you?

We might even stop off
for a quiet drink or two.

Now that you wired the Rangers,
and before we go shopping and you...

suppose we could have that quiet drink?

I guess one drink wouldn't hurt.

Oh, Howdy Jim.

And it was your suggestion
we go to Sterling, eh?

Was your decision to come to Hobbs, Jones.

- Say, how in blazes you get tied up?
- Well, let's untie him.

Hold it.

Jim.

- Oh, who tied you up?
- Meet Seven Jones, Gilda.

Maybe we ought to drop
this Jones down a well.

Oh, no, no Sam, don't tangle
with him, he's tougher than he looks.

We ain't going to let him take you away.

- Right?
- Right.

Hold down everybody, we don't
want to get each other banged up.

I'm sure Mr. Jones wouldn't mind
if we all has a sociable drink.

You give me your word
you won't try to get away?

You think my word is any good?

- Yeah, I do.
- You got it.

- All right.
- You sure are a trusting soul.

First drinks are on the house, come on boys.

Sit down here Jim.

Make yourself at
home Jones, you're among friends.

- There you are, the good stuff.
- Good boy.

- Fill us in on what you been doing Jim.
- Oh, staying sober mostly...

keeping out of trouble.

- What do we drink to?
- Let's drink to Seven Jones...

the only man I ever hit who didn't stay down.

To Seven Jones.

If Seven here would be willing to turn his
back long enough for us to cut those ropes...

between all of us here, we'd give
him enough money to retire.

What I've been wondering Flood, is
what is it you ever did for this town.

- He's just him, that's all.
- Town comes to life when he's here.

You know, he's, he's what every
man would like to be but never is.

Nobody will ever tame him.

And what's more, he's never gone on a rampage
in this town, which is sort of a help.

How are you, Jim?

Maybe you ladies
would like to rejoin us later?

Sure.

You fellas got something on your mind?

Word come that Flood was here.

Flood is worth $6,000, dead or alive.

Word also came he was tied up.

Or you two bounty hunters
would be running like rabbits.

Pay no heed Dick.

You're a Texas Ranger
young fella, on New Mexico soil.

You know the law?

- No.
- But he upholds it anyhow.

We got us duly constituted
authority here, you ain't.

You got to turn him over to us.
We'll guarantee he won't get away.

- I don't like your looks mister, sorry.
- Maybe we'll have to shoot you too kid.

Of course, we'd be willing to
make a deal about the reward money.

That's about far enough.

I got a gun aimed right at your belt buckle.

- He's bluffing.
- I reckon.

And he's defending Flood, which
means he's going against the law.

Get him.

Put it on the bar.

Now finish that quiet drink of yours.

Why don't you just shoot him
and let's get on with the party?

Let's get out of here.

You get any idea
about following us, forget it.

I'll untie Flood and give him a gun.

That was an interesting
break in the monotony last night.

If you only had the sense
to take my advice, we'd still be there.

Little girl who kept
eying you was kind of pretty.

- There's one I like better back in Buckley.
- No reason not to like them all.

Maybe if I get to stay in Buckley
long enough, I'll meet her.

See if I approve.

- You'll have plenty of time.
- Nope.

You keep forgetting.
I said I'm not going to jail.

You know, we never did get those supplies.

All we need is some meat and
flour and some horseshoe nails.

- We can make do.
- What about cigars?

Well, is a tragedy I can't
even stand thinking about.

The problem is we're headed toward
the Pecos country over toward Devil's River.

Not many towns there
I'm on friendly terms with.

I'm glad to hear that.

You know Jonesy, you'd brave
as a lion, holding off them bounty hunters.

Maybe we can get the
supplies we need from them.

I'd give my right arm for a cigar.

- Afternoon.
- What do you want?

We need some supplies,
if you let us have them.

- Like what?
- Hey, that's Jim Flood.

Sure it is, I've seen him in El Paso.

I'm taking him in, we don't
want any trouble, just some supplies.

That's the man Jake Hanley
and his bunch was looking for...

and he'll pay plenty to lay his hands on him.

- I said I'm taking him in.
- Sure, son.

Hanley pay half a year's
wages for him and he's tied up.

Shut up.

This man is the law and
we ain't going against the law.

Now that we've got that settled...

what we need is flour and beans
and horseshoe nails if you could spare them.

Get him some Joe.

Hah. Hah.

Get out of here. Hah. Hah.

Hey, look at this.

Seven, when I pass on to glory, my one wish
will be to go with a pocket full of cigars.

Where I'm going there'll
be no problem lighting them.

Hey, who is that Jake Hanley
they were talking about?

Hanley? Him and his
friends are undoubtedly the meanest...

bunch of gunslingers in the entire Southwest.

And you, a Ranger, never heard of him?

What he got against you?

All sorts of things, too numerous to mention.

Had a dispute with some of
his brothers one time, for instance.

They the same Hanleys
you shot back at Beeker's Crossing?

Yeah.

No wonder he's out to get you.

They're just one, big, mean
family and Jake is the last of them.

We may as well
help ourselves to the stuff we need.

That's the way I like to hear you talk.

You know, you'd make a fair to middle badman
if you ever gave yourself half the chance.

You ever think about it?

- About what?
- Being an outlaw.

Having the sheer pleasure
of throwing in with me.

Together we could pick up the entire
Southwest and shake it like a pair of dice.

Come up with a lucky seven every time.

Nope, never thought about it.

Well, think about it.

Hey, look at this, some bacon.

Those peaks are starting to look familiar.

We ought to be in Buckley
about tomorrow night, I'd say.

- We make it to Buckley.
- Eh?

Look Seven, if we run into that Hanley
bunch, don't try too hard to hold on to me.

- Hanley?
- Yeah.

Let him take me Seven.

No use of us both
getting killed, get out of the way.

I'm not standing by and let you
get shot, you're my prisoner.

Don't do it.

Let's not have a big fracas.
I'll just go along with you fellows.

- Good.
- Nobody is taking him Hanley.

Better get out of here kid.

Hey Jonesy.

Thanks.

- Buckley, eh?
- Yeap.

You made it Seven.

Now I kind of like to get out
of here without hurting you.

Don't worry about it.

It's Flood.

That's Flood.

Get down.

Lieutenant, this here is Jim Flood.

Lieutenant, seems to me we met someplace.

- Fogarty, lock him up.
- I'll see you later Seven.

All right Jones.

- Jones.
- Yes sir?

Write up a report. I want details
on Hennessy and bringing in Flood.

Give it to me in the morning.

Here, I'll take them Seven.

Boy, that sure was
something, bringing in Jim Flood.

Yeah.

Seven.

- Hello.
- You look tired.

- I am a little.
- Can I fix you some coffee?

I'd like that.

Let's see now,
after I left Beeker's Crossing...

All right Fred, you've got your
story, that's enough for tonight.

You shouldn't have thrown that newspaper
fella out. I could have held him...

spellbound for another hour or so.

But then doubtless, you wanted
to have a word with me in private, eh?

I got nothing to say to you.

The service here is deplorable.

You save hanging money
by letting your prisoners starve?

Supper will be brought.

Only I had a better memory...

I'm sure I've seen that
distinguished face of yours.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's coming to
me now a little more clear.

It happened last year.

Had something to do with a loop...

or a curve or a twist, yeah.

That's it, a bend.
That's it, the Big Bend country.

Seems to me the fella you remind
me of was sitting behind a rock.

You spend much time
sitting behind rocks, lieutenant?

Talk like that can get you hurt.

In case you hadn't thought of it
lieutenant, it can also get you hurt.

I doubt if anyone is going to be
fonder of you when they find out that...

you deserted a Ranger named
Two Jones last year, let him get killed.

Killed by you.

My guess is that you sent Seven
after me hoping I'd kill him too.

With Seven Jones out of the way,
you could forget the whole Jones...

family, maybe even forget
what a coward you are.

Nobody ever believe
you, telling a story like that.

No? The only way to find out is to tell it.

You going to be at the end of a rope
one way or the other, what are you after?

Sometimes I just get a calling
to even things out for a friend.

You're dead set on
pushing your luck, aren't you?

That's right.

I'm going to let you out of here.

Well, that's sure neighborly of you.

You got a reputation for breaking jail.

You're going to try a break now.

I don't know, that doesn't seem quite honest.

Step out of the cell.

Lieutenant, before you shoot,
you mind if I have another puff or two?

Well, I better get started with the dishes.

Was a good meal, doubt even
Flood could've done better than that.

Flood, I'd like to know more
about him, you seem to like him.

- He's kind of a hard man to tell about.
- I wish you'd try.

Well, seems almost
impossible to explain but...

I trust him more than
any man I know, with anything I had.

And at the same time know he
might turn on me any minute.

What is it makes you feel that way about him?

Flood is whatever a man
kind of wants to be, I guess.

Wild and free as a bird.

As free as the hawk
that tried to kill my puppy?

Well...

- I don't think you understand what I...
- Free enough to kill Hennessy?

Yahoo, see you later Seven.

Get the doctor.

She'll be fine.

Shock is what does it
when you're hit like that.

I don't suppose you'd have
a cup of hot coffee, would you Mary?

Why certainly, in
the kitchen, I'll get it for you.

You ought to get some sleep.

Flood.

Took me a little while to shake the Rangers.

I figured it take you about this long.

- Going to do you a big favor.
- What's that?

Going to give you one last
chance to come along with me.

You know Seven, you and I
hit it off like nobody is business.

That's right, we did.

Well, come on then.
We'll have us a great time.

No, I got to stop you Flood.

You don't think you're
going to put me in that jail again?

I'm going to try.

What's bothering you? You're awful serious.

You remember firing a shot near
this house when you rode out of town?

- Yeah.
- Well, you hit a girl.

A girl you never even
knew, you could've killed her.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- You still could've killed her.

A man just can't do the things you do.

Look Seven, we can do things that
nobody is ever dreamed of, come on.

No.

You know as well as
I do that you can't stop me.

- I'll do my best.
- Why?

Because of
Hennessy, that girl, all the others.

It's not enough just to be sorry Flood.

For all I know, the man who killed my brother
might've been sorry, but it didn't help.

Yeah.

Well, so long Seven.

I got to stop you Jim, turn around.

When I first met you, you were
pretty clumsy, you've been improving.

I never knew you to be so slow.

I didn't expect you to miss like that.

At the last minute there,
I remembered you owed me $86.

Couldn't stand to lose that gambling debt.

Yeah.