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Dolan? Dolan!

- Sorry about that bump. - Bump? What bump?

Now you're awake, you gonna come up here and trail me or not?

I'm a passenger, not a driver.

Jump!

Huh, took you long enough to get him.

Didn't. He moves like an Apache.

- You must be getting old. - Must be.

- Let's see the damage - I've had worse.

Shut up and lean back.

Tie this thing, will ya?

How do you figure it, Ben? Why the bushwhack?

That's it, ask fool questions while I bleed to death.

Well, he didn't try to kill us. Mean anything to you?

Means you're figurin' on buryin' me here.

Get that coach up on its four legs and get me-

I hope you've fainted, but I doubt it.

- Who is it? - It's Claire, Mr. Flood.

Hi!

I told you to be here when I got back.

Don't be mad. Look what I bought.

Sorry, I wanted to surprise you.

- I thought- - I'll say when to think.

I just wanted to look especially nice for you.

That's all it was, Mr. Flood.

All right, Claire, honey.

How you gonna look especially nice if you cry, huh?

I wouldn't ever do anything against you, Mr. Flood.

That's the honest truth.

- What'd you buy, honey? - Can I 't show you?

If it's something to put on, put it on.

- Mr. Flood? - Yarbrough.

Glad you're back. We run into a little trouble.

Go on.

This mornin', one of the new men, Toby Wheelock,

started roughing up that storekeeper, McGivern.

That's your job.

I know, but sometimes them young fellas

is always tryin' to make a name for themselves.

- How bad is McGivern? - It ain't McGivern, it's Wheelock.

That storekeeper killed him with a pitchfork.

McGivern knew Wheelock was one of my men.

Now that puppy-dog deputy's tryin' to take hisself serious.

Says he's gonna hold McGivern for trial.

That's good enough. He's entitled to a fair trial.

- Whatever you say, Mr. Flood. - That's the law.

How long will it take you to round up a jury?

- Oh, 10, 15 minutes. - Make that a half-hour.

Right, Mr. Flood.

Jace! You see anything?

I swear, I just don't know what got into me.

Stupid, that's what I am, just plain stupid.

No argument from me.

I was just mindin' my own business...

and he comes in, he starts shovin' me around.

Like a fool, I... I lose my temper and-

Here they come.

I should've left town after the sheriff got bushwhacked.

But you didn't, Jace. Remember that, you didn't.

Just wishin', Charlie, that's all.

Open up, Jace. I want McGivern.

He's my prisoner, Mr. Flood. Nobody gets him.

You're protecting a murderer, Jace.

That's my job. He gets a fair trial.

Good. The town's gonna try him right now.

No, sir. The 1st of the month, when the circuit judge comes.

That's fair enough.

I mean... Well, a week or so won't make too much difference.

Will it, Mr. Flood?

Hear that, Jace? McGivern's got friends out here.

Sure. But I gotta wait for the judge.

You've got exactly one minute to open that door, Deputy,

or Ned will drop this package down that chimney, .and open it for you.

50 seconds.

40 seconds.

30 seconds.

Jace! Give me a gun and let me out!

20 seconds.

Can't, Charlie. I'll do my best, I promise you that.

10 seconds.

You pointin' that Winchester at me, sonny?

I'm orderin' you to leave, Mr. Flood.

You drop that gun and get out of my way now.

If your men kill me, I'll take you with me.

Then we'll both be dead. Your choice, sonny.

You make it.

Looks like this tin is a little too heavy for you, sonny.

All right, that's enough.

Folks, a town without a duly-elected sheriff...

becomes a lawless town.

I propose we eleCT a sheriff right now.

I nominate Jess Torrey.

- Simms, you wanna second it? - Yeah, I second it.

Good. Any other nominations?

Ryan?

You wanna nominate anybody?

You're a man that usually has something to say.

Got any suggestions?

You?

Well, it looks like it's unanimous there, Jess.

Congratulations. Do a good job.

I aim to Mr. Flood. Startin' now.

Yarbrough, Simms. I'm deputizin' you. Murderer in there wants a trial.

All right, let's pick a jury.

Johnson, Ramirez...

No. No! NO!!

The law says you gotta give me a trial!

Jace! Jace! For God's sake, stop 'em! Stop 'em!

Jace!

- All right. This man killed Toby Wheelock. - In self defence.

A man's got a right to defend himself and his property.

Sheriff. Jury? - Guilty!

No! Jace! I told you, I was just tryin' to defend myself!

Jace! Stop ze! Stop ze! Somebody help me!

Turn him loose!

Now, Molly, honey, a hangin's no place for you.

There won't be a hangin'.

Jury says there will. It's all legal.

Tell your men to turn McGivern loose.

You're interrupting justice, Molly.

Not one more step. Now, turn him loose.

Oh!

Feels just like old times, honey.

Let me go!

Ooh! Let go!

- Get on with it. - Right, Mr. Flood.

Boys?

Whoa.

Yee-hoo hoo hoo!

Hey, friend? Yeah?

Where's the Lang & Hickman stage office?

Huh?

Do you know where the Lang stage office is?

- Down that street, goin' south. - Much obliged.

I'm sure glad to see you, Mr. Hickman.

My name's Dolan. Hickman's been shot. Get a doctor.

- Oh... Well, how bad is he? - Get a doctor. - Oh, yeah.

The top of the stairs, the room to your right!

- He'll need some tendin', Molly. - I'll take care of him.

Lots of beef broth with barley.

That's one dollar, Mr. Dolan. - She'll pay it.

I have some money downstairs.

Tell me, doc. Do you have many hangin's in this town?

Can't say.

The fella strung up in the plaza, what'd he do?

I wouldn't know. He oughta be up in a week or so.

Hope so. D'you always leave them dangling overnight?

- Never noticed. - Any particular reason you never noticed?

Yes, Mr. Dolan. My wife and children.

Oh, Ben.

You've been had.

Thanks for coming, Dan.

Not at all, Molly. Don't you worry, he'll be all right.

I helped myself to a cup of coffee. Hope you don't mind.

- How long since you ate? - This morning, King City.

- I've got some cold ham. - Thank you, that'd be fine.

Good.

I'm sorry about Mr. Hickman. - Ah, those things happen.

I know who did it.

- Looks good. - Don't you want to know?

- Not particularly. - Oh.

Ma'am, do you know what you do when you walk into a bad bar

and the hairs behind your neck stick up?

Get your drink, pay for it, turn around and walkout.

And this is a bad bar?

Yes, ma'am. Jericho is a bad bar.

As soon as Ben's up to it, him and me'll be leavin'.

- But he shot Mr. Hickman. - He's been shot before.

All right, if it'll make you feel better, who?

Flood. Alex Flood.

- Is he in Jericho? - Do you know him?

Yeah, I heard of him.

Why did you write Ben that letter?

I knew his reputation as a marshal before he retired.

Ben's past sixty.

He didn't decide to retire, they retired him.

- I didn't know that. - True.

But I never lied to him.

I told him the line was in trouble.

- He didn't tell you? - Not a word.

Oh.

Sure knew your man, though. Tell Ben there's trouble...

and he's 20 years younger. He couldn't wait to get here.

Did he mention he had an ex-deputy with him?

Yeah.

So you figured I'd come along...

and you'd get two for the price of one.

- Yes, I thought of that. - Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. Dolan, when we pick up the passengers...

at the relay station, we'll be back in business.

How? Piggyback?

We'll patch up the coach and start Monday.

We can do it.

I've got $400 invested in that coach. That's as far as I go.

No sense throwing good money after bad.

I'm a gambler, I play the percentages. And I don't like the odds.

- Then there's nothing I can say. - No, ma'am.

What happened to your husband?

Husbands. I've been widowed twice.

They die in bed?

My first got hit by a stray bullet in a drunken gunfight.

Frank got his head kicked in by a colt, out in the corral.

Your husbands don't seem to have much luck.

- They thought different. - They say so? - I know so.

- Been a widow very long? - Not long enough for it to bother me.

So don't let it bother you. - I wasn't going to.

- Any more questions? - Yes.

Where do I sleep?

The spare room's to the left. The bed's made.

Thank you. Good night.

- Mr. Dolan? - Good night, Miss Lang.

How you feelin'?

Hmph. Lousy barley. Man can't eat this slop,

'lessen he can wash it down.

I'll see what I can do.

Howdy. False rumor, Jess.

We heard Molly's new partner was shot.

You heard right. Ben Hickman, he's upstairs.

The old marshal? One of the greats in his time, Jess.

Still better than most.

- A good friend of yours? - Sort of partners.

- My name's Dolan. - Oh, I'm Flood.

This is Sheriff Torrey.

Molly's in town. Looking for a wheel for that coach.

- Back watchers? - Deputies.

Jess always keeps 'em handy. How many you got, Jess?

- 14, Mr. Flood. - We need 'em to keep the peace.

No guns allowed in town.

You lookin' for something?

- Whiskey. - Not there. Try the cupboard.

No, on the right. Second shelf.

Thanks.

Want me to question the old man now, Mr. Flood?

I don't know. Dolan? Hows the Marshal feeling?

Good enough.

Well, ask him if he's up to answering some questions.

Sure.

Ben.

The sheriff's downstairs. Wanna see him? - Sure. Why not?

What the hell you call that?

That's no drink. Give me my regular three fingers.

You want it or not?

You're rattlesnake-mean, Dolan.

The sheriff's with a friend of Mrs. Lang's named Flood.

- You owe me two fingers. - She mention him to you?

I never talked to her before this morning..

- You didn't answer me. - You didn't give me my drink!

Her comin' home.

Did you give her the money to buy a new wheel?

She got us a new wheel?

Get out, Flood.

- That's no way to talk. - I said get out. And take your hangman with you.

I think this batch of cookies has too much vanilla in, honey.

Mr. Dolan, kick him out.

Never step in between close friends or argue with the law.

You can't blame her for being excited, Dolan.

Longest run of tough luck I ever saw.

And Molly, you just say the word, I'll have you a new coach for that run.

That's a nice offer. Mrs. Lang.

For 51% of the line? Go to hell, Flood.

I'll be rolling on schedule without you.

I hope so, Molly, I really do. But the way your luck's been.

My only bad luck is you're not dead yet.

Miss Lang.

You have a sick man upstairs. At least take care of him.

- Do I go along, Mr. Flood? - He's fit.

"Dol go along, Mr. Flood?" "Dol go on breathing, Mr. Flood?"

"Dol go on living, Mr. Flood?"

Feisty, but loveable. Sit down, Dolan.

Thanks, but...

I like the view better over here.

- Of course. Have one. - All right.

You swing a lot of weight around here.

Only 51% of everything I touch. Except the Lang Stage Line.

- Lang & Hickman. - Oh, the paint'll wear off.

- Hickman's deputy in Santa Fe, weren't you? - Used to be.

40 a month, every month you're alive to collect it.

Is that why you quit Abeline?

Oh, I got 50 a month. Nowl got a town, Dolan.

Town, cattle, part of a mine, territory...

It brought me entertainment and I stayed to take my profits.

- It's tamed? - I don't think you'll hear any complaints.

With one exception.

- Don't you think she can be tamed? - Hadn't thought about it.

No? After sleeping under the same roof?

- It's a big roof. - Small town, Dolan.

I tell you what, the hotel's full up-

- Your hotel. - Only 51%.

I'll tell 'em you're comin' over...

and they'll fix somethin' special for you. - Real thoughtful.

Ex-lawman to ex-lawman, it's my pleasure.

Mr. Flood?

Seems the old man didn't see the bushwhacker.

But he said maybe he did.

Ex-lawman to ex-lawman, I wouldn't recognise him...

if I was sitting in the same room with him.

But you know something, Flood? You're right.

A little too much vanilla in those cookies.

Dolan, when you get in town you look me up, huh?

Ace Deuce Palace.

Try your luck?

Maybe later.

I'll take three.

Just looked over your 51%. Very nice.

Hotel says you didn't show.

- Couldn't. Ben worried about his health. - Oh, when Hickman worries, you worry?

Used to be the other way round.

- Like to sit in? - Uh-uh. Buy you a drink instead.

I was hopin' you'd say that.

What's that "uh-uh" mean?

I don't like the odds. banana nose deals sliders.

- Sure? - It's my business to be sure.

- Harv! - Yes? What?

Table Five, Joey Ross. He's all thumbs. Fire him.

- Fire him? - Yeah, fire him.

Yes, sir.

Have you found out yet who ambushed you?

Injuns? Hold-up crew? - I figure Indians,

or somebody with just about as much know-how.

- Ever do any Injun fightin'? - Little.

You know, I was thinkin', you walk like an Indian.

Lived with them a long time back.

May I?

- Certainly, Claire. Have a drink. - Thank you, Mr. Flood.

This is Dolan.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dolan. - Likewise, Miss Claire.

- You like my friend, honey? - Do you want me to like him?

No. Dolan knowsl share nothing with nobody.

'Cept whiskey and cookies.

Joan?

Would you like to meet a girl, Mr. Dolan?

Thank you, ma'am. I'll let you know if I do.

Here's to fun and-

- You hear what he's sayin', Curly? - Hand it over.

And who's gonna make me?

Just obeyin' orders. You gotta check it.

- This gun stays. - Hey, big man.

- The law says no guns. - You the law?

- No, I am. - Yeah? - Yeah.

Well, I don't see no badge.

I don't need no badge, bigmouth. It's up there on the ledge.

- He levellin', Curly? - He's levellin'.

OK, friend, you win.

All of 'em, mister. Under the coat.

Sure, why in the hell not?

- You. - Clean.

The knife inside your boot.

Flood!

Ha m?

- Ditch him. Boys! Get him out of here.

- The louse cut you. - Go get me another jacket, will you, honey?

- Are you all right? - Fine. Grey jacket.

Thanks for the yell, Dolan. Old habit.

Man's back's a tender spot. You did all right.

Is that why you didn't step in?

Steppin' in's a habitl outgrew.

Smart.

Helps a man stay alive a long time.

Phil?

Lock him up. We'll hang him after the trial.

Jericho's a law-abidin' town, Dolan.

Here's to law and order.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning, sir.

What would you like for breakfast?

Same as Ben. His plate's so clean, I can't tell what it was.

Just ham and eggs.

Ben, he goes for home cooking.

You don't?

No, ma'am.

It's Frank Ryan and his boy, they have the general store.

They're good friends of mine. They'd like to meet you.

I won't be around long enough to make friends.

We can beat him, Mr. Dolan. Believe me, we can.

You can't. I saw the town last night.

Monday, Ben and me'll be gone. - Oh. Ben say so?

- He will when he hears the count. - And I can go to the devil?

Or to Flood. All you have to do is say the word.

- I have. The word is never. It wasn't always.

No, not when he first came here to do a job that needed doing.

Stopped all the killings and stealing.

Everybody in this town looked up to him.

We were mistaken. Me most of all.

49% of something is better than 100% of nothing.

- No. - Your choice.

If I get help, six men or more, good men,

then will you stay on? - Merchants?

We're gonna have a meeting at Ryan's place.

Sheep against wolves. Talk sense.

You have two choices, give Flood what he wants or pack up and move.

Everything inside your head are odds, percentages!

You know Flood shot Ben, but that doesn't matter!

You don't like the odds, so you run!

You aren't much of a man, Mr. Dolan.

Miss Lang,

you're burning breakfast.

Oh, damn!

Just as well.

A man who gets attached to home cooking can't think straight.

I'll eat breakfast in town.

Mr. Dolan?

Hold off telling Ben till after the meeting.

Give me a chance to change the odds.

I'm sorry, Miss Lang.

Why won't Pa let me stay up tonight?

Your Pa has his reasons. Now don't you ask again, hear?

Come back to try your luck?

- Pass over for five. - Without me.

- Call. - Two, five and ten.

Fold.

Pass.

Call.

- Cards? - One.

Dealer takes one.

- Better odds tonight? - Much.

Bet ten.

Call.

Kings and treys. Beats jacks and nines.

Looks like you know your business, Dolan.

It's a living.

Carl?

Yes, Mr. Flood?

How much you got in your bank, Dolan?

$462.

Bring me $462 out of petty cash. Yes, sir.

Out.

Five five.

Fold.

Buy you a drink?

No, thanks. Never drink when I'm working.

Your deal, Mr. Flood.

- Didn't expect to see you here tonight, Dolan. - Why not?

Figured you'd be tied up in a meeting.

55. What meetin'?

Call.

Raise 10. Secret meetin'. Ryan's house, ten o'clock.

Call or raise.

Don't know any Ryans.

How much longer do you intend to wait, Molly?

Miller's usually ahead of time.

It's nothing. I'm sure Miller'll be here soon.

Maybe he ain't comin'.

Likely he ain't. His wife's dead set against it.

I don't want this to take any more time than it has to. So let's get started.

You talk, Dolan.

Right, but softly.

20.

I'm feelin' charitable, in a small way. Raise you 20.

- Wat was that? - I don't know. - Let's a look.

Down the street. Ryan's store. Alterations.

It's been raised.

You callin' or foldin'?

Callin'.

40 more. Confidence.

40... and 60.

Go.

Two.

Same.

That's a nice-lookin' watch.

Runs a few minutes fast.

How much you got there? - $646.

That's the bet.

Sounds to me like the meeting's adjourned.

That's 646 to you, Dolan.

She's all right. Things that belong to me never get damaged.

You callin' my hand?

I'd never face myself if I didn't.

Your call.

- Three of a kind. - Same.

Tens.

Queens.

Can't win 'em all.

Your turn to buy.

I'm glad you won, Dolan.

That'll give you and the old marshal travellin' money.

And the sooner the better.

Or first thing I know, you and me are liable to... wind up being friends.

Miss Lang?

Are you all right?

Go ahead and cry. You got a right.

The last thing I need is your advice.

Easy, it'll knock you on your ear.

It's my ear.

Yarbrough and Simms really had a great time.

They dragged us out of the house. Aggie Ryan fought like a tiger.

They blew her home to bits.

Years of scrimping and saving, everything they owned.

Do you know that...?

Ah, you wouldn't.

Maybe I would.

The hell, you would.

They made us stand there while they took Ryan...

and in front of his wife and son, beat him and beat him... and beat him.

First one, then the other. Laughing all the time.

- I'm sorry it happened. - Hooray for being sorry.

- Mr. Dolan, you stink. - Go ahead, get it off your chest.

Damn right.

I've got some things I wanna say to you, Mr. Dolan. Just a few.

I'm not in any hurry.

- You can't wait to hightail it out of Flood's sight. - Right.

You've got a yellow streak down your back this wide.

- This wide? - Right.

That's what I said.

I just don't understand you, Mr. Dolan. Ben, I understand.

Frank and Aggie Ryan. People all over the world.

Even a louse like Alex Flood I understand.

You really are a stinker, Mr. Dolan.

I know what you're thinking.

"I told you so." That's what you're thinking.

Sheep.

Wolves against sheep.

Go on. Why don't you tell me how right you were?

I just don't understand you, Mr. Dolan.

Ben, Aggie, Frank Ryan, I understand.

People all over the world I understand. Even Alex Flood.

Mr. Dolan, you are a bastard. - Mm-hm.

I'm going to bed.

I'm gonna kiss you.

You didn't have to do that.

Just can't figure you, Dolan.

Just can't figure you.

- Mr. Dolan? - Mmm?

Somebody oughta put dynamite down your chimney.

Good morning. I'm sorry I'm late getting started.

You and Ben must be starved.

Ham steaks and fried potatoes all round.

Get me a jug of that bacon grease, will you?

I could do with some more firewood, if you're up to chopping it.

Any time.

Mr. Dolan, if you can't handle whiskey, you shouldn't drink it.

Who put who to bed last night?

Hmm?

Oh!

- We'll have your breakfast going soon. - No hurry.

- Rough night? - Yeah.

Dolan told me you're pulling out when you're strong enough.

Thanks for offering to leave the coach.

Don't thank me, that was Dolan's idea.

Kind of a hard fellow to figure out, ain't he?

Yes, he is.

What would you do, if you were him?

- That's even harder to figure. - Miss Lang?

You know something? I wish I was ten years younger.

So do I, Mr. Hickman.

Thanks, I'll have breakfast ready in no time.

No, thanks. Think I'll go into town, get some whiskey.

Ben'll be wanting his three fingers.

And we're fresh out.

Comes from having a drunk in the house.

Two.

Visitors.

- Hired killers. - Badge gives them the license.

Mrs. Lang!

- About this coach. Got some things I wanna tell you. - You mean ordered to tell me.

You mean ordered to tell me.

I've been looking forward to it.

This paper here says you ain't paid your bills or the bank.

They'll be paid.

Hey, get away from that coach.

Some coach! Sure is torn up inside.

Don't touch it!

- Sure is flimsy, ain't it? - Leave it alone!

You wanna bet I can't tear this off with one hand?

You wanna bet you don't?

- You interfering with the law, Dolan? - Uh-uh. I wouldn't think of it.

Just protecting private property.

- That coach is mine. That's not what this paper says.

Read it yourself. - Drop your gun belts.

Any time.

I never hurry a man who wants to die.

You won't get out of town alive, Dolan.

My problem. Yours is gettin' out of here. Now, drop it.

You too, Yarbrough.

Come on.

Now, throw 'em in the horse trough.

You must be crazy, Dolan.

You know who we work for. - Mm-hm.

It's your turn, Dolan.

Throw the gun in the trough.

Just a little more tightening's all she'll need.

Ahh!

Agh!

Ahh!

Urgh!

Ride him, Mr. Flood! Yahoo!

C'mon! Ride 'em, there!

Nice riding, Mr. Flood!

Sure likes to jump. Nasty enough to be mine.

Don't look like she'll stay busted.

Well, we'll go round and round again.

And I hope he likes it same as me.

Whoa!

You said last night, nothing that belongs to you ever gets damaged.

That's right.

You forgot to tell your men.

- What'd you use on 'em? - Single tree.

Oh... Where's Simms?

I don't know. Probably at the doctor's.

That man was a deputy.

The way I look at it, a man starts choking a woman...

is lookin' to go to hell in a hurry.

All I did was oblige him. Same as you do, Mr. Flood.

Well, the problem is you're you and I'm me.

Different privileges.

Majority rules.

- Why don't you clear out? - Can't wait to, soon as Ben's fit.

He's fit enough.

Why don't you just leave the way you came in, in this coach?

Tomorrow. About nine or ten o'clock.

- Whatever's best. - Nine o'clock. It's earlier.

You want me to take him with me?

You killed him, you bury him.

Oh, and Dolan?

One minute after nine and I'll hang you.

Ahh, no question about it, Dolan.

You gotta pull out like he said, or he'll hang you for sure.

A sick man like me, even Flood'll give me a day or two.

No, Dolan, too much light hurts my eyes.

I figured you'd ride outwith me now.

Ahh, I wish to God I could.

But I'll meet up with you wherever you say.

- Waco. - All right.

Ooh... I could sure use three fingers to kill this pain.

- It's that bad, huh? - Uh... It comes and goes.

No, don't touch... You can't-

I ain't leavin' and I ain't meetin' up with you.

You gave me your word!

I knowl did. But I gotta break it.

And nothin' you say will change my mind.

Come Monday, that coach is gonna do what it's supposed to do.

- It'll pull out on schedule. - Stop talking like a fool.

If you wanna commit suicide, get in bed and shoot yourself.

At least you'll die comfortable.

I came because you asked me. Now I'm askin' you to leave.

You owe me that much, Ben.

More.

Much more. But I owe myself too.

Any man has to have a reason to get up in the morning.

That's very touching. We'll put it on your tombstone.

"Here lies Ben Hickman, who needed a reason to get up in the morning."

What's the matter with you? Can't you admit you're too old?

This isn't Tucson 15 years ago, this is Jericho.

You're 63, in a town full of guns. Those are the faCTs.

You're thinking with this instead of this.

That's when they bury you. And you know it!

Now, get your gear and let's get out of here.

So long, Dolan. Nothin' but the best to you.

RYAN'S GENERAL STORE

We're obliged to you, Mr. Dolan.

I never thought I'd see you again.

What are the odds?

- You got a glass? - Got three of 'em.

I told Molly we'd be needin' 'em when you got back.

Molly! Molly?

See?

I told you, never argue with the best friend of a best friend.

You know he'll hang you, Dolan?

Probably.

- Over my dead body. - Most likely.

- Your friend Ryan, will he fight? - Oh, he'd die trying.

That brings the odds way down. Only 10 to 1.

Jace. He was acting sheriff...

until he tried to stop a lynching.

Anybody else?

Nobody that I can think of.

- Four guns makes it 9 to 1. - 8 to 1, you forgot me.

Yes, sir. Just ten years younger.

Ho!

Well, I see you're eight minutes ahead of a rope, huh?

To bad we never got together, Marshal.

From what I've been hearing, it's my pleasure.

You got yourself a pretty hard partner, Dolan.

There's still time to buy you a last drink.

Only minutes ahead of a rope makes swallowing too tough.

Maybe we'll run into each other again some day.

You run into me again, you still won't like the odds.

Certain plans I've made don't include you.

We understand each other? - Majority rules.

Why'd you have to say I was 63 in front of Mrs. Lang?

- 64, come August. - Huh.

Cheer up. We'll be at Flood's herd pretty soon.

You're still not too old to rustle.

- Molly, why don't you simmer down? - Why don't you get out?

Now, wait. I came here real nice, hat in hand-

I'm not interested.

Molly, I have to treat everybody the same here.

You don't really think I care about this place?

All I want is you, dear.

- For better or worse. - That's all over, Flood.

- It used to be Alex, honey. - You used to be different.

- Different? A hired gunslinger? - No, a lawman, proud of hisjob.

How can you be proud on 50 a month?

- Is that what you want? - I did. - But not now?

- That's right. - Well, let's find out.

Well, you didn't help much. You turn my stomach.

- Dolan? - Is that what you think?

I'm asking you.

That's why you ran him out of town.

I didn't like him living under the same roof with you.

Not just under the same roof. And I loved every minute of it!

Ohh...

- That's for lying. - Am I lying?

- Did he or didn't he? - You'll never know.

You lousy tramp!

Yes or no?

If you want that stage to roll, come see me.

Only don't walk, crawl!

You like for me to shave you, don't you, Mr Flood?

Among other things I like, yes.

- Can I ask you something, Mr Flood? - Barber's privilege.

Did she ever shave you?

I changed my mind. I don't like you to shave.

I'm sorry.

- Who is it? - Jess Torrey, Mr. Flood.

Come in.

- Please, Mr Flood, don't- - Shut up!

What's the trouble?

50 head are missing from your south range, Mr Flood.

- When? - Hour or so ago.

I just sent six men out to track 'em.

You know, it sure don't figure.

Who'd be crazy enough to run off any of your cattle?

Sure makes a man wonder, doesn't it?

- I count six. - That's a start.

You make a fine cup of coffee, Mrs Lang.

- Thanks. I've got some hard tack, too. Like some? - Mmm, yeah!

- Molly. - Dolan.

Torrey sent six men after the cattle.

We saw them.

Who did that?

Flood.

It's not important.

It is to me.

Howdy, Ryan. - How are ya?

You're Marshal Hickman. I heard about you-

Don't say it. Even if you heard about me from your daddy.

No, sir. I won't.

- Glad you're here, Deputy. - Ex-deputy.

Talk like that upsets me, son.

A man puts himself down, sounds to me like an amateur.

Probably fights like one.

Difference between an amateur and a professional,

professional figures out a way to cut the odds before he moves.

Now, me and Dolan, we're professionals,

that's why you and Ryan here are lucky.

You're about to become the beneficiaries of our experience.

Right, Dolan? - Right.

One of Marshal Hickman's shorter lectures.

- I'll fight, Mr Hickman. - How much dynamite you got, Ryan?

Plenty.

Jace, you and Ben hit the main ranch house.

- Ryan- - Flood owes me a house.

All right, Ryan.

That leaves you the granary. I'll take care of the mine.

All right. Let's move.

Hey, Dolan?

What about me?

- You go home. - Damned, if I will!

But first, douse the fire. I can smell that coffee for a mile.

- Can I get you somethin' to eat, Mr Flood? - Eh?

- Can I get you- - No, no, no.

There oughta be some word on my cattle by now.

I'll go check.

- Any word? - No, not yet, Mr Flood.

But I said they'd better not come back without your cattle... so I'm sure-

Sounded like dynamite!

- That's not far off. - Exactly one mile.

- Your granary. - That first one was my ranch house.

- What the hell's going on here? - They're workin' me over in a circle.

Start north with the cattle, ranch is east, granary south...

...so next is west. - The mine.

I want a dozen men in five minutes. Come on!

Come on!

Listen. Someone's back!

I told you there was nothing to worry about.

Probably want a drink.

It's Jace.

- You all right, Jace? - Scared, but I'm used to that.

No Dolan? - Nope.

This is gettin' to look like a wake.

I think I'll stretch out upstairs.

Doesn't look too good, does it?

He's not worried, why should we be?

- Got his horse. - He's there.

There he is.

Dolan! It's hangin' time!

He's trapped. We'll go down after him.

- Suppose Dolan doesn't make it? - He will. Relax.

Yeah, like you? How come you didn't sleep?

I wasn't tired.

It's Dolan.

We haven't got much time, it'll be daylight soon.

- Drink up. - Thanks.

Took you long enough for a simple job.

Worried about me? Me? Not a fraction.

Mr Hickman? Do you always put black queens on black kings?

Sure. I cheat.

And win.

Congratulations. All right, Jace, give me the run down.

11 men left in town, counting Simms.

Three patrolling, two at the jail.

- This where I check my gun, gentlemen? - Joe'll take it, pop.

- Are you jokin'? - Dol look like it?

All right. Peel 'em off. Hurry up.

...quietly at the bar, I look over my shoulder-

I just wanna drink. Some other time.

I don't want another time. Mister, we got laws-

All right, what's goin' on-

Now, turn around easy.

- Very good. - Anytime.

- There's no sign of 'em. - They couldn't have gotten far.

- Yeah. Where's Phillips? - Well, he's right back-

Phillips?

We're short one man and one horse.

Let's get back to town.

Wait here. If we don't come out, you're on your own.

- Uh! - He said to wait here.

Try it again.

The set-up's like you said.

Good. Remember, don't move until you get to 40.

Look who's teaching me how to suck eggs.

Difference between a professional and an amateur.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Johnny!

Hey, grandpa! Turn in that gun!

Hey!

This belongs to you.

Thanks.

Go ahead, Sheriff. Give 'em hell.

Just stay where you are, all of you.

I got things to say, and you best listen.

You just got up off the floor and you're stayin' up.

We been livin' on our knees long enough.

Damn you! Look at me!

We've been given a chance to take back our town.

Now, who's gonna stand up and take that chance?

You figure to start us off, Miller?

- Count me in. - Me too.

- I'll go along. - So will I.

Ryan.

You go to the Ace Deuce and wait'll it's over.

All right.

Ryan? Can you get a team and hitch this buckboard?

Sure. Right away.

We're all set.

- These men are willing to fight. - Better than I expected.

Sir, I've changed my mind. I've got think of my family.

- You wanna go home? - Sure do.

Get.

All right, you two boys come with me.

You, you, get in the wagon. Jace?

Get this rig ready to block the street. - Right.

Get up on that roof.

Take the middle window in the hardware store.

You all set?

I'll tell you when.

Evening, Mr Flood.

Quiet enough.

Yeah. Let's split up. Meet you in front of the hotel.

All right, Mr Flood.

Mr Flood! Go back! It's a trap! Go back!

Yah!

Yah!

Ben! Get back!

I- I... I... fought for you...

Hold 'em high!

- Off your horse! - Step down.

Come on!

Give me that real easy.

Dolan! It's all over! We're the-

Hvah! Hyah!

Flood!

Dolan...

Don't take less than... 51%.

Hold me

And say that we never will part

My darling, hold me

And I will surrender my heart

Your love is a wondrous thing

Like the sound of springtime calling

Hold me

And make these tomorrows seem bright

Tell me that you love me tonight

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