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-Four. -Pair of jacks.

Two sevens.

Nothing.

Jacks bet.

Call.

Play for fifteen.

I'm out.

Call.

Out.

Bust.

-Five. -Fold.

Deal me out. I'll be back for the next turn.

Same game, five card stud.

But...

...when I deal,

I like to start with all fifty-two cards.

There's only one thing worse than a crook, that's a clumsy crook.

Keep the money, just give me my horse. I'm on my way.

You'll get your horse and a smell of a rope.

No, hey...

What happened? Who did the shooting?

Look like, it turned into a hanging party.

Who's hanging who?

They caught the new man cheating.

You kick a tin out of town, you don't lynch him.

What the hell you think are you doing?

Hey, George. Wake up and get out here.

Lay still, boy. Come on.

Get him up to his room. Let me know if he needs anything, except brains.

Hey. How come you didn't hear when they dumped me out there?

I sleep pretty good sometimes.

You got no questions about last night?

I knew what was gonna happen and it did.

They weren't just five men, they were a mob.

I couldn't stop them. I tried.

I believe you.

When a gambler lets his game wind up in a killing,

pretty soon he don't have a game.

You know anything about this?

What about you?

Was there a game downstairs after I closed up last night?

Maybe you're right at that.

But I don't know, I can't swear to it.

You know, I always wanted to bust into that glass...

...to find out what your hole card was.

What do you think it was?

Ace of diamond.

I think you had your royal flush.

So did the other man. But he folded, so he never found out.

Where you heading?

Anywhere, just so that I can get this place some back-up.

But first I got to deliver a message.

-Finish packing for me? -All right.

-Morning, Mr Evers. -Good to see you, Van.

Stoney, Mace. How are you feeling?

-Never better. -Same. How are you?

I'd asked you to come to visit me except that I know better.

My daughter's is up to the house, go on up.

Thank you.

What are you doing out in the sun? You're the man that sleeps all day.

-I had to get up early to pack my grip. -Pack?

You're always either leaving or coming back now.

When you're gonna make up your mind to stay put?

People who stay put have no place to go.

And I want to see your brother, where is he?

If you're going to say goodbye again, say it.

-Goodbye. -Say it the way it should be said.

All right... There.

That was one wore-out, no-account kiss.

How was that?

Fine, but you wasted it. I don't figure I'm coming back this time.

Well, it wasn't wasted. You enjoyed it. And you'll be back.

Nora, you know what you are?

You're the most foolish thing in the world, a good woman.

What's foolish about it?

Well, a good woman has a way of pushing herself up against a man...

...until he forgets she's a good woman.

-Then she expects end-up marriage. -How else would she end up?

With me she could end up picking hay from the back of her dress.

You wanna bet?

Now you're gambling on my better instincts.

And I don't have any.

I just have instincts.

Nick!

Nick! Van wants to see you.

Here I am. How do I look?

From up here, just about right.

Now you two have been fighting each other for years.

What's your reason this time?

We don't need a reason.

I got one. I don't like him.

Do you think about that card player much?

Just all the time.

Big mistake, you're getting wound up with a gambler.

-Well, you gamble right along with him. -But not for a living.

What do you do for a living? Sit around until you own the ranch?

Only half of it. The other half will go to you.

I'm just trying to give you little brotherly advice.

You're not worried about me, you're worried about yourself.

If Van was my husband, you couldn't run him the way you run me.

He'd run you.

Nobody else's gonna run me.

I've had a gutful of that from the old man.

Well, you could get along better with Dad if you tried.

And with Van, and everybody.

Why don't they try to get along with me?

-Hello, Van. -Marshal.

-Anything new on the hanging? -Nothing to hang anybody else with.

The fella was new in town, I don't even turn up his name.

What do you do in a case like that?

Well, you bury the man, but keep him in mind.

-You're off for Denver. Be there long? -Depends on Denver.

All right, folks. Everybody in for Denver!

Why are you going?

Well, in my business, you gotta follow the play. So long.

All right, Charley.

Pair of fives. Nine.

-Fives bet. -I'll bet ten.

From what I read in the papers,

looks like you picked up and left Rincon too soon.

I don't know. That gold strike they got up there,

it improves nothing but damn little.

You gotta miss out on all those easy pickings.

There's no easy pickings until they get it out of the ground.

There's no easy pickings in Denver, either.

Ma'am.

-Ma. -Fred.

There's only one kind of people I don't like, strangers.

That's not a stranger, that's progress.

Sure. They tell me he's bringing in a long mahogany bar.

Real long.

When the front end gets here, the rear end will still be in St Louis.

You stand to lose some of your customers.

The ones I've been getting I'd just as soon lose.

No matter what happens over there, my place stays the same,

good liquor, a few card games and no girls.

-You might lose all your customers. -Then to hell with the customers.

My name is Jonathan Rudd.

I come from God's House, just a little way up the street.

The House is open now and it's ready for use, there you hear God's word.

Well, if he's only got one, then I'll be there.

First services will begin on Sunday morning at 9 AM.

You're all invited to attend...

...the drunk, the sober, the big sinners and little sinners,

the clean and the unwashed.

The many of you who'll come to scoff and the few who'll come to pray.

You can count on me, Parson.

I'm the dirtiest, drunkest, most sinful fella the Lord ever saw.

There'll be a place for you. There was a seat for Judas.

Ma'am.

-Deal. -Who's Judas?

Let's get to gambling.

O, come, sinner, come there's room for thee

Hark, 'tis God's home

O, come and receive salvation free

Hark, 'tis God's home

O, come and rest, come and rest

Heavy-laden guilt oppressed

O, come and rest, come and rest

Hark, 'tis God's home

Amen

Well, I see God's House is full today.

But I don't pride myself on starting any religious revival.

You came here out of curiosity, most of you.

And your curiosity was mainly brought on by Mr Colt.

If I hadn't shot that gun off, there'd be nobody here but me and the dog.

Before I came to this town, there was nobody but the dog.

You people didn't seem to think you needed a church,

just a big doghouse.

But I'm here to tell you, you need a praying place.

Something fearful.

You want to know why? I'll tell you why.

Because you're hell-bent for hell.

The Lord saw fit to sprinkle gold on this land.

And man and his greed is turning Paradise into a pigsty.

By day he sweats for a pinch of yellow dust,

and at night he squanders it on lust.

But let's not escape by blaming our sins on the gold.

There was sin here a long before the gold was found.

Just a while ago, a man was hanged,

for no reason that ever came to light.

Nor were his murderers ever found and brought to book.

They walk the streets just as free as you and I.

But their Maker knows who they are.

He knows who we are.

They cannot escape from the Maker and He will punish them.

Now I say to you, mend your ways.

Your feet are already on the downward path.

Stop!

Before the fires below devour you.

Amen.

May God bless you all.

You figure to be the conscience of this town, Mr Rudd?

-It could use one. -Somebody elected you?

God.

And Mr Colt, first name Samuel. Sort of biblical, isn't it?

Mr Colt votes a lot of people in.

-He also votes a lot of them out. -You're forgetting about God.

Why don't you let God do his own work?

I'm filling in for him until he gets around to Rincon.

Well, if either of you needs any help, call on me.

Nick Evers.

Meet me here in an hour, Stoney, and space out those drinks.

Yes, ma'am.

-Nora. -Morning, Mr Hurley.

The bridle strap broke going home from church yesterday.

Dad patched it but I think you better put on a new one.

I'll fix it in a jiffy.

Thanks. I'll be back after I finish my trading.

Mr Hurley, what did you think of the new preacher yesterday?

A lot more than he does of this town. Maybe the man's right.

Fred Carson must be keeping banking hours.

But bankers don't leave the front doors open.

He must be in the storeroom. I'll go see.

Stay out of there. I'm going for help.

-What the hell is that? -Stoney. Looks like he had an accident.

That's no accident. He's been strangled.

George! Sit down.

That's right out of Rincon Creek.

Funny thing about gold, it doesn't look like gold until it gets to be money.

-Have you been reading about Rincon? -Paper's full of it.

If it ain't the strike, it's Fred Carson being drowned in a flour barrel.

-Tomorrow it'll be about Stoney Burough. -What about Stoney Burough?

Somebody gave old Stoney a new string tie.

Only it was made out of barbed wire and tied a little tight.

That was some unhealthy card party I had going.

Three men dead.

-Up to now. -Up to now?

It looks like to me somebody's out to kill every man at that party.

Which's a real good reason for you to stay and clear Rincon,

if you have thinking on coming back.

That's what you've come a hundred miles to tell me?

-I'd to come further. -Thanks.

But the night that I was thrown out in the street, you never did wake up.

-I'm woke up now. -You stay awake.

And when are we starting back?

Back? Now it seems to me you're the one who ought to wake up.

If somebody's out to kill you,

you don't sit around and let him pick the time.

You go to Rincon, he'll even pick the place.

Any place he ask, I won't know who he is until he looks for me.

Well, you won't know him in Rincon either, he's not gonna wear a sign.

But I will, and then he might just make one bad move.

Well, I guess a man's gotta be a damn fool once in a while.

It proves he's still alive, huh?

I've seen strikes before.

And they're all the same they eat a town up alive.

Just like a snake.

Before I go to Mama's, I'll clean up.

From what I hear, up the street there, that's the place for it.

Smash your baggage, mister?

-You think, you can find me a room? -Mama figured you'd be back.

You still got your old room.

Van!

Take the bag up to the room, will you, George?

I heard about Fred passing.

It wasn't easy, you walking into that storeroom.

Walking out was the hard part.

And now Stoney Burough. Everybody's edgy, even my father.

He's in there now, putting up a reward for Stoney's murderer.

Like he did for Fred Carson.

He won't let me go anywhere by myself.

And look what he makes me carry.

Well, it's a sure thing you won't kill anybody.

Unless you're that close.

I'm glad you're back, Ben.. Only you didn't learn much in Denver.

In fact you forgot some.

-You need a shave. -I was heading that way.

Not in her place! I'd sooner shave you myself.

It happens I also need a bath.

I can't help you there.

-I'll post the notices. -Thanks, Al.

-Hello, Van. -Mr Evers.

What do you think about what they're doing to us?

What who's doing?

I just put up another 1,000 dollars to find out, I don't know.

Well, when you see Nick, Mr Evans,

would you tell him I'll be at Mama Malone's tonight

and if he wants to come in, he might bring a couple of good card players,

they'll know who.

I'll do that.

-I thought this was a barber shop. -Well, what changed your mind?

You did.

Change it back. It is a barber shop and I own it.

I could use a shave.

If I got you for one bell, what do I get for two?

A barber. Hazel, this gentleman wants a shave.

Yes, Miss Langford.

You have given any shaves yourself?

-About once every thousand faces. -I guess my face is wrong number.

-Good afternoon, Miss Langford. -Afternoon, girls.

"Miscellaneous" is 20 dollars. What's "miscellaneous"?

Something you didn't ask for.

-Do many people ask for it? -It sells well.

Thank you, sir.

Well, we had a seven-man poker game here one night...

...that turned into a lynching party.

Now three of us are dead.

That's what we're here to talk about those three and us four.

I care only about one of the four live ones, and that's me.

I care about the dead ones. There never should've been a hanging.

Fred Carson was my friend...

...and I could even stand Stoney Burough.

-It's hard to stand you, though. -You bleed too easy, Joe.

The man who got hung was a card cheat. Stoney * was a mean drunk.

Fred Carson, he got paid for his hand anytime he weighed a pound anything.

First thing comes out is that

anybody at this table could be doing these killings.

Well, you're not drunk, so you must be crazy.

Shut up.

How did you get the way you got?

About that lynching, you could call it a partnership in a killing.

Now, they all sit around and start itching, these partners.

Then they look at each other wondering who's gonna be the first to crack.

Why would anyone crack for? It'd be his hide too.

He'd swap. He'd swap his life for all the others.

Well, if I thought anybody'd do that, I'd get rid off him myself.

Sure, so would you, even you, that's what I've been talking about.

Van, he doesn't believe any of that.

He's just stirring things up, seeing what floats to the top.

I'd say Fred and Stoney got killed by an outsider...

...that some guy who set himself up to got even for this hanging.

-Got any proof of that, Nick? -Yeah, a little.

I happened by the cemetery the other day.

Do you know what I saw in Strangers' Corner?

Fresh flowers on that card cheat's grave.

Now, who'd do a thing like that?

-Sure not me. -Nobody would do it but an outsider.

Take it that way, then.

But this outsider, he's flower-picker,

how did he find out Fred and Stoney were in the lynching party?

Well, there's only one way he could find out.

From someone who knew.

That someone... How'd he guess what outsider to go to?

Maybe he did a little figuring and tracking,

like I did, with the flowers.

Yet only better.

Maybe he even saw the man when he put flowers on the grave.

We're out to save our necks,

and right now I wouldn't give two bits for the four of them.

All I know is, I know less than when I come here.

Come on, Mace.

I don't know why but I'm sorry you came back.

-I thought we were friends. -That's why I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

When I was younger, my shave lasted a lot longer.

Good evening, ma'am.

-This place is closed. -Was closed.

You just opened it.

It's 2:00 in the morning and the girls have gone.

Not all of them. You answer to one bell?

I'm not one of the girls, Mr Morgan.

You know my name. We meet some place before?

No chance. I'd have remembered.

You're very gallant for 2 AM but I'm not one of the girls.

And I don't give shaves, especially at this hour.

How about that one face in a thousand?

The last man I liked is three years gone.

That's a long time.

Want to tell me about him?

What's there to say?

He was a man.

Well, go on.

That covered it, Mr Morgan. He was a man.

-How did you find out who I was? -I inquired.

Why?

-I wanted to know who you were. -Same question. Why?

You're asking me an awful lot of questions.

I don't often hear the truth.

I'm still waiting for an answer. Why did you find out who I was?

You're a man, which is no recommendation.

And you're a gambler, which is less.

And you also think you're about the best gambling man in the world.

And that's no recommendation at all.

But like you said, three years is a long time, a very long time.

That's not good enough.

All right. I like you.

That's better.

Sometimes the truth is actions, not words.

Act!

This time being what it is, that could've led to trouble.

Prevented it.

If I were the man you seem to be worried about, it'd be too late.

My name's Jonathan Rudd.

That's my church down the street.

Van Morgan. Pretty late for a preacher to be out, isn't it?

We don't keep hours, Mr Morgan.

Neither does Mr Poe, that's where I've just come from.

The liquor's better at Mama Malone's.

I've tried out both places and I believe you're right.

But I don't go there for the liquor.

I go there to try to get people away from it on Sunday mornings at least.

Wind must've blown the door open.

Hey, you! Come here! Give me a hand, quick.

Come on.

Hold him while I cut him down.

It's Mace.

-What do you want, Dad? -I think I'll just have some coffee.

Thank you.

I think that's all I'll have too.

I hate funerals.

Who'd want to kill Mace Jones?

Just about anybody who ever knew him.

Nick, what would it take to make you lose your appetite?

A bellyful.

Sometimes it seems like you're not quite human.

More like you were made in a factory or something.

If I was made by a machine then you made it and you ran it.

Stop it, both of you. Just once!

Now to the sin of murder we must add the sin of sacrilege.

Since coming to this town, I've had a sad a lot of performing

the burial of three men who have died violently.

For the hand that slew Fred Carson and Stoney Burough,

I sought the Lord's mercy and forgiveness.

But for the limitless evil of him who slew Mace Jones,

I ask for limitless punishment for he took a man's life in God's House.

Let us pray, therefore, that heaven receives the soul of Mace Jones,

and that the soul of his killer wander the darkness for ever.

All men being sinful, oh Lord, and Thou being just,

I pray that you regard any score against to be part of Mace Jones as even.

Strike it from Thy books and let him sleep. Amen.

Amen.

I didn't hear you praying, Little George.

You never will, either. I don't believe in it.

Hey, George.

Now, Van called the last meeting, I am calling this one,

while there're still some of us left to meet.

We've paid for that hanging three times. How many times' enough?

Yeah, we've paid for it three times all right.

But anybody notice how?

Three times by some kind of strangling.

Stoney got it with a twist of wire, Fred got smothered, Mace got the rope.

All three of them strangled. Which brings to mind what?

The way the card cheat died.

I say what I said before, it's the work of some outsider...

trying to get even for that card cheat...

...and some insider trying to tell him who to pin it on.

I don't know why it didn't hit me before but it sure as hell hits me now.

We've looking for that man who talked,

the only trouble is we've never looked up from the card table.

Well, I am looking up now.

And right at me, huh?

If George was going to talk,

he'd talk long before this and to the Marshal.

He did his talking where we do the most good,

yeah, where he didn't think we catch him at it.

Why? What good would it do George?

You think George likes you, Joe? He don't like nobody.

I say you are the one who found that man and told him about the card game.

Now you just tell us who he is.

I got no use for lynchers.

They ought to get the same thing they give out.

And if I needed any killing done, I'd do it myself.

But you're right about one thing.

I don't cotton to most people.

Least of all to you.

Why, you...

There's a right place to stop.

I don't know if Nick has got the straight of you or not,

but you better see with your back to a wall from now on.

And Van had better sit right alongside him.

Because if I'm wrong about George, I just might be right about him.

Everybody ought to have somebody to say goodbye. Even you, Mace.

That sermon this morning over Mace Jones,

you take it kind of hard that a man was killed in your church.

My church? I don't own it, I just look after the place.

That night Mace was found,

how long between the time you went out the bell began to rang?

I told all that to Marshal Dana. Why don't you ask him?

I'd like to hear it from you.

Well, I went up to Poe's, which I said. I saw you on the way back.

I was gone maybe an hour.

Even if you talked some, it take you an hour to get to pose him back.

It's only 100 yards.

Suppose I told you that I like to walk at night.

Suppose I told you that that's what I was doing before that hour.

Would you believe me?

No reason not to.

I'm glad you take my word for it because that's what I was doing.

What kind of a man will do his murder in a church?

I say the kind that doesn't believe in God,

the kind that God doesn't scare.

No killer is scared of God, Mr Rudd.

In a church, in an alley or behind a rock.

Watch this, sweetheart.

Left hand.

Guns. Men talk about them as if they're women.

"She's a beauty", they say. What's beautiful about a gun?

Well, if you were going to do a man in, what kind of weapon would you use?

-It wouldn't be a gun. -I'll bet it wouldn't.

If he was after us, we'd be dead.

"The wicked flee where no man pursueth."

"But the righteous don't flee, they stand like a lion."

Yes, ma'am. That's just about the right quote.

Where'd you learn so much about the Bible?

Where'd a preacher learn how to shoot like that?

Every preacher used to be something else...

...before he became a preacher.

You know, I'm kind of tired of shooting at tin cans and bottles.

We still have some cartridges left.

Well, I'm certain we're not going to shoot each other, are we?

How about...

Six out of six. Can't do better than that.

-You can only do worse. -My shooting was way off.

-Way off? Six out of six? -I was aiming at the spaces in between.

See you in church.

If every preacher was something else first, I wonder what he was.

Everybody was something else first, even me.

-I don't even know what you are now. -You don't need that gun to find out.

But maybe I need one.

Sam! I'll bank the fire. Go on home.

Only one rig left out?

-I'll take care of it. -Okay, Joe.

Are you still stewing about Mace Jones?

Stewing about how I sit down to a drink and play some cards,

and how I get up and hang a man.

Being drunk is a poor excuse.

You weren't drinking very much, what's your excuse?

I don't lean on excuses.

Whiskey or no whiskey, you went along.

-With you leading. -That makes you a sheep.

A drunk sheep maybe but all the same.

-You were with us on that rope. -Three men on that rope are dead.

I got a feeling you don't give a damn about anybody except yourself.

When I was 10, 11....

...my mother died.

They laid her out in the parlor and my old man took me in to see her.

She wasn't my mother any more.

She was something busted.

She was something that wouldn't run any more.

My old man was crying...

...but not me.

He looked up and he said, "Where's your heart, boy?"

I didn't say anything.

So he slapped me right across the mouth.

I still didn't say anything.

So...

...he took me out, back of the barn,

and he beat the hell out of me.

But he never drew a tear.

I think your mother was as dead as you.

If I am dead...

...the same man killed me.

Name of Sig Evers.

Bring a glass for your friend. I think he'll need it.

-He won't drink with you. -Bring the glass.

Now it's reserved for just you and me.

That's right. These are unlucky chairs.

Are you afraid to sit down?

You sure know where to find them.

Mace Jones in the church, Joe Hurley in the stable.

Meaning that I could've killed both of them.

So could you. Trouble is so could any other man in town.

Any one of those four guys could've blabbed to the killer.

My guess, though, is that it's the first, Fred Carson.

Why Carson?

Figure like the killer.

First of all, you want the names of everybody. You get 'em?

Well, then the first guy you gotta kill is the guy who gave them to you.

I mean, you sure want him out of the way.

You're pretty good at that, figuring like the killer.

-Finish your drink. -You have to start it to finish it.

That's what this meeting's all about.

Well, that's fine Bates.

But you're head of the Miners' Association, so act like it.

Get in there and tell the Marshal to stop these killings or we will.

-No miner has been hurt so far. -Yeah, so far.

It takes two hands to pan for gold, mister.

You can't fire one of these with your teeth.

-We gotta have protection. -All right, all right.

I'll go in there and I'll see what I can do.

-All right. -Much better.

-I'm doing what I can. -We've had killings here before, sure.

But they was out in the open, man to man, and we could deal with them.

What's happening now don't make sense, no reason, and anyone of us can be next.

Now when we had two dead I put up 2,000 dollars.

Now that we got four dead, I'll put up 4,000 dollars.

A thousand a head, 4,000 dollars.

That's more than anyone can make digging gold.

I ain't seen anybody come to claim it.

We're here to ask you, what you're doing about it.

I'm just a plain town marshal.

I'm not a Pinkerton detective.

I've got one deputy to help me out.

And Otis and me, we can't cover the ground.

You can put up 1,000 dollars an hour,

it's like, it's still not gonna give us more eyes and ears than we got.

Any rewards we need. It's more tin stars.

Well, any one of you can consider yourself sworn.

If you find anybody who feels the same way, send them in.

You make everybody a deputy, you'll be swearing in the killer.

Me, I don't want any star. But I am serving notice.

From here on, I wear my gun tied down and if I have to,

or even if I think I have to. I am gonna use it.

A man'd be a fool not to wear a gun and a bigger fool to use it too fast.

Somebody didn't mean no harm at all could die just because he was reaching

for a chew of tobacco.

But you go ahead, you listen to Nick Evers...

...and Rincon will have more dead pile up than in Gettysburg.

I'll tell you this,

I can't control the miners much longer, they're rounding up a bunch of hotheads.

Now either you do something about it or they will and I can't say I blame them.

Nick Evers says wear your gun and use it fast.

Mr Morgan says wear the gun and use it slow.

I say don't wear it and you won't use it at all.

-Do you wear a gun, Mr Rudd? -Yes, I do.

But I'm willing to leave mine at home

I'd just ask everyone else to do the same thing.

And end up in your church hanging by a bell-rope?

Well...

I guess I could tell you all to pray...

...but this killer are after, I don't believe, the answers to prayer.

I'd like to remind you of another thing,

all four of the dead men were wearing guns.

The guns didn't save them.

Can I ask you a question, Mr Rev? Why does a preacher put on a gun?

Well, people get funny ideas about a preacher.

They think when he starts pounding a Bible he stops being a man.

That's not so.

But there's nothing in the Book or anywhere else...

...that says a man can't make himself better.

So I say, leave the guns at home.

Marshal.

I hate to go in there.

Just stay away from the flour barrels.

Are you still mad at me, Nick?

Not you, the world.

The world?

It's flat.

-Be with you quick as I can, Ms Evers. -Take your time, Mrs Wells.

This long will make beautiful underwear.

The Chicago people say it come from Switzerland.

Seems a shame to cover it up.

It won't be covered up all the time, will it?

I mean, you gotta hang it on a line some time.

Mrs Wells, you're making this young lady blush.

Did the ribbons come and elastic?

I'll look in the storeroom, I ain't unpacked everything yet.

-Why made you think I was blushing? -Well, at your age I did.

Well, someone like you, I...

You belong in the storeroom with Mrs Wells.

Why?

You were about to say you always thought women like me...

...wore black lace and pink rosette.

Yes. How else can men tell... who they're with?

They can tell long before they get to the underwear.

The last thing I expected was that I'd like you.

Thank you. Women usually don't like women who like men.

Here it is.

I'll wrap up the whole shoe that'd match for you in just a jiffy, Miss Langford.

-I hope I'm not keeping you too long. -No hurry, I'm getting an education.

Hey, mister.

-Say, aren't you Nick Evers? -Yeah.

And I hear you said every man should keep his gun handy.

-That's right. -I agree with that. And handy means handy.

-Yeah. -Come on.

What's been done, huh? Not a damn thing.

Well, I say let's leave that marshal sitting on his backside.

-We'll put a new one. -That's right.

If we don't do something about it, ain't nobody going to..

You looking for somebody, Mr Goldminer?

I'm just making sure that nobody's looking for me.

I get better stop waving that around. Now put it away.

You make this town safe first so that you could have the gun.

You're helping making it unsafe. I'll take that gun now, mister.

Oh, no.

What would you do if I gave this back to you?

I'd load it right back up and do just what I was doing before.

-Try with that. -That ain't gonna stop me.

-I'll get another one. -You got another.

If you don't give me that gun I'm gonna throw you in jail.

-No jail. -You heard me.

-No. -Hand it over.

-No. -Now.

Stop it, you crazy fools.

Get down.

I don't care what side you're on but don't take it here.

All you can shoot off is your mouth.

I can't cover the side of the street from here.

Van, don't!

They'll kill him. They're gonna kill him.

Well, if you can't stand it, don't watch.

I'm glad you didn't listen to yourself and leave that home.

Well, sounds like the war is over and without me too.

Every player has his way of going. Some raise, some call...

...some just pass.

I owe you something, Mr Rudd. Now you say it and you got it.

I'll say it.

Come to God's House every Sunday for a month.

That's a steep price for just my life.

-Miss Langford, meet... -We've met.

At the window. We were looking at the same piece of goods.

She means you. We were afraid you'd get shot.

-Looks like I could still get shot. -Not by me.

I've been put out enough to do it.

You're both lying. You could. But you couldn't.

He thinks he knows about women.

You don't, do you? Oh, about one little thing, maybe.

How's Al, Doc?

Well, he isn't cold, but he won't be right warm for a long while.

I'm gonna have to move more to my place to keep him bedded down.

So now what we got here in Rincon is a dead deputy and a shot-up marshal.

That ain't much law with everybody still on the prad.

Al knows it, he knows it all right.

He said for you to get help from Denver.

All right, I'll take the next stage out for Denver.

In the mean time, we need some tin showing around here.

Is Al up to swearing in some deputies?

He can do that, I guess, but not much more.

Anybody want to volunteer?

Of course, we can't ask you, Mr Rudd, but Van, we could sure use your help.

I don't think so, a gambler with a star?

Some folks think no gambler is honest, so you'd give me a star,

and they'd just become a stealing badge.

You know why they might say that about a gambler?

Because men once gambled for the clothes of Christ.

Putting flowers on your brother's grave.

That's what finally gave you away to me.

Lucky the right man happened to see me.

It didn't just happen. I made it happen.

We both did.

The man I was looking for was the man who was looking for me, you.

Somebody who'd talk. You saved me a long hunt.

Just what were you doing in that street this afternoon?

If you're not here to stop killing, you're here to do some.

Let just say I'm particular about who gets killed.

It would've been odd, you getting yours out there today.

All right, who's next?

Name's George, bartender at Mama Malone's.

-A bartender was in the card game? -It was after hours, why not?

-He was in the hanging party? -Right up front.

Bartender George, that makes five.

You make six, my brother makes seven.

How many more were in that game?

-Just one. -And when do I get that name?

-After you settle with bartender George. -I see.

One at a time all the way, that's it?

That's it.

This name that you're holding out on me.

Why you save him for last?

He led the hanging.

And when I tried to stop him, he used a gun butt on me.

He's last because I want him to die once for every man in that game,

and once for himself.

Besides, he'll be the toughest to take out.

Wouldn't like you hurt before your job is finished.

I killed those men because they killed my brother.

What about you? Why did you want them dead?

Because they were alive and I didn't want to be dead.

Any one of them could've gotten on to you. The same way I did.

Any one of them could be doing to me what I'm doing to them.

I see. "Do unto others."

I've got just one rule, me first, nobody second.

Name me somebody who don't feel that way.

Nothing else to do not if you'd want to keep up with Poe.

They say that competition's the life of trade. It'll be the death of me.

Well, you can't complain, too much, it's closing time and we're still full.

You better turn if you're gonna clean up this mess in the morning.

That is if you can sleep in all this racket.

I was born in a bass drum and brought up in a brass horn.

George!

Get up! Get out here and clean up this sinkhole!

Oh, my God!

Hey, Pete, get someone from the Marshal's office, quick.

-What for? -Never mind what can.

George's room inside.

Stand you for a cup of coffee.

-What's the matter? -It's George.

I found him dead when I opened up this morning.

-Pete, will you get Dr Cooper? -Yes, sir.

Somebody shot a hole right through George's gut.

Must've been from close up. There's powder burns on his vest.

What bastard would do a thing like that?

I don't know. But he was a mean one.

Who'd shoot a man that was begging for his life?

George was no beggar.

He wouldn't have said "please" to live 1,000 years.

It sure looks like he's begging, with his hands like that.

Or maybe praying, which comes to the same.

Praying?

Not George.

The man they dug that one for ought to be buried over there.

-In Strangers' Corner. -I'm sure George was no stranger to you.

-He sure was a strange color. -We all look alike to the worms.

I took you for a fool because I made a mistake.

Big mistake.

Forty-five caliber.

I should have known there'd be trouble before I got the last name out of you.

Sure, once you got it, you'd kill me before you killed him.

-So instead you're going to kill me. -Well, it's bite or get bit, Reverend.

And I'm biting.

There's just one thing you forgot to figure.

Who's gonna take care of that last man for you?

-Van Morgan will be my pleasure. -Van Morgan.

You know, I've had to believe most of what you told me

because you had too many facts not too.

But I don't believe you ever tried to stop that hanging.

Stop it? Hell, I led it, just like I've been leading you.

Any last wish?

Would you like a smoke?

Would you like to say a prayer for you sir?

I would like to say a prayer. Not for myself, for my brother.

Oh, go ahead.

If you can find one to fit that card cheat.

Oh... but first, get rid of the gun.

"Unknown, found hanged March 1, 1880."

That's what it said in the San Anton papers, too.

I bet you did you know that it was in the paper?

Get to praying.

This man was lynched in Rincon, Colorado, that's what it said.

-Anyone on the toll way looked like. -He looked like every second man.

Height, weight, color of eyes, hair.

That's not what brought me to Rincon, though.

Marshall Dana put something else in that notice.

Old knife scar, right shoulder.

That made it Frankie Red.

Well, Frankie. I guess they didn't bury you with any gospel.

I'll try to make it up to you now.

This just might be good for you too.

Oh, come on, Frankie's waiting for you in hell.

I just had a thought.

When they find you, my old man will offer another thousand.

Only this time it'll be for me.

-Here it is. -Come on.

Something for you... from the Book.

"'Vengeance is mine, 'sayeth the Lord."

But this day I am the Lord, and I repay.

I sure wouldn't want your job.

I heard... I heard about George, Van. I'm sorry.

But we've got is two US marshals coming down from Denver in about a week.

Anything else happen?

I've got some real bad news for you, Mr Evers. The worst.

But I'm sure I don't like to tell you out here on a street corner.

I think you just told me, it's...

-It's Nick, isn't it? -He was shot.

-Nick's dead? -Yes, honey.

-Where is he? -Over at Doc's house.

Come on, honey.

I talked to Mr Evers before he went home.

He'd like you to be at his son's funeral.

-I'll see him at the graveyard. -The burial's gonna be at the ranch.

I'm taking the casket out there right now, the family asked me to.

If you'd like to ride along with me, you're welcome.

I'll go by myself later on. Catch up with you, maybe.

One for you, Nick. Stoney. Tinhorn.

Carson, Mace, Hurley.

And me.

I hope you win.

Can't miss. I'm playing with six dead men.

Where are you going?

For a horseback ride. Wanna do me a favor, Mama?

Depends.

If I'm not back by dark, will you flip that last chair up?

What if you do get back?

We'll sit down and play me some cards for money.

About time. If a man don't work, he ain't respectable.

-Mr Rudd. -Mr Morgan.

You know, last time I came to the Evers ranch,

I thought Nick was a lucky man.

"For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills."

You've preached a lot of funerals around here lately.

You got something new for this one?

The funeral's for the living, Mr Morgan.

I'll say what these folks want to hear that Nick Evers was a...

...good son, a good brother, a loyal friend and a respected citizen.

-You think you won't gag on all that? -Why should I?

I'm a gambler, Mr Rudd, and I don't always bank on my cards

because if I did, I'm wind up broke.

Like people you play with.

I don't happen too often but every once in a while,

something comes out of the air, lands on your shoulder

and says something in your ear.

-An hour ago it landed. -What did it say to you, Mr Morgan?

It said, "This is it, play it."

Well, then, play it.

You're the killer Mr Rudd of Nick Evers and all the rest.

Make that executioner, of the criminals who killed my brother.

They hanged him for no more than some fast work with the paying cards.

That's all my brother was worth, six of diamonds, four of spades.

Now was George Worth, he wasn't even in the game.

Nick Evers swore to me that George was on the end of that rope...

...and so were you.

George wasn't there, and neither was I.

So Nick was the one who talked.

Looking back, he was due to go bad all the way.

I thought he was too smart to get himself killed.

Nobody's too smart for that, Mr Morgan, not even you.

And not even you, Mr Rudd.

You left George for dead,

but he lived long enough to say something with his hands.

It didn't come to me until you turned that last chair over at the card table.

Then we all jumped together.

George wasn't praying, he wasn't begging.

He was just trying to show who killed him, a man who prayed.

A preacher man.

Now we'll take Nick over to his people.

But you won't be reading over him 'cause I'm taking you in.

There'll be no trouble, Mr Morgan. But...

...if you don't mind, first I'd like to read the rest of that psalm...

...about the thousand hills.

Well, read. Or can't you read upside down?

If that's a Bible, you read it. If not, you drop it.

Mr Rudd's the man we've been looking for, Mr Evers, the killer.

Of Nick, too?

But why?

I don't know about the others, but I think Nick got onto him like I did.

I won't be seeing your father again, so would you say "so long" for me?

I will, Van. But I don't think he'll ever get over Nick.

-You'd better, though. -I'll try.

But it's not like a bullet.

A bullet kills you or you heal up.

-It's the first time you didn't say it. -Say what?

That I'd be back.

That's right. Do you know why?

Yeah, I know why because you don't give a damn any more.

I give a damn.

But this is the first time I haven't been sure you'll be back.

Cards, dice and anything else, you're never sure of it.

One thing is, I give a damn about you.

A big damn.

Strange about Rudd. He could've kept this place going.

We never did find out what he was before he was a preacher.

Maybe he always was a preacher.

Lily, I'll see you in Denver in about a week, you know where.

If I'm not coming, I'll send you a four-flush.

Why does it mean so much to you to be the first to say goodbye?

I don't know if this is goodbye, maybe it isn't.

I'm used to the truth from you, a yes or a no.

This time the truth is... maybe.

Give me a kiss. That'll last me a week.

-What if you don't show up? -That'll mean the kiss wore off.

If you're not made of iron, I'll see you in Denver.

You sure didn't feel like iron.