All language subtitles for rapidmoviez.cr) Shoot Out (1971)

I'm Bobby Jay Jones.

Shut the door
and take off your hat.

And listen, Bobby Jay Jones.

There's a convict
being released...

from the Canyon City
penitentiary today.

- He's looking for trouble.
- Give him some.

I don't want any trouble
in my town.

Me and my boys, Skeeter
and Pepe... all he can handle.

First place he'll probably
head for is Weed City.

Oh, we'll find him.

Then he could take a mind
to come here to Gun Hill.

Never happen.

Here's five double eagles.
For that, you watch him.

Oh, we'll watch him.
Yes, indeed!

Whichever way he heads
after leaving Weed City,

you let me know.

For that you get
another $100 in gold.

And don't wink that little eye
at me again.

I'm not buying a killing.

You kill him,
and you'll get nothing...

maybe even something
a little worse.

Man finishing a stretch
in a place like that, Mr. Foley,

must be pretty old.

Oh, about my age.

Man got a name?

Clay Lomax.

- Clay Lomax?
- On his way, Warden.

I wish you'd have kept those.

I was counting on you getting
in a fix and coming right back.

I aingt getting' in any trouble
till I find the trouble I want.

I'll say this for you, Warden.

You been one mean
son of a bitch.

Likewise.

I know you hate me,

but not as much as you hate
somebody out there.

I'll see you soon.

Afternoon.

Number 12 from Kansas City,
when's it coming through?

Oh...
number 12 from Kansas City.

Tomorrow morning at 9:00,
give or take an hour.

Is Trooper still in business?

- Trooper? Oh.
- Don't get up on my account.

Yes, he's still in business...

right down the street,
right next-door to the...

Next-door to the what?
Didn't quite hear you.

- The bank.
- Next-door to the bank.

Stockman's Bank, yeah.

Damn my eyes for seeing ghosts.
What the hell you doing here?

I wanted to see if any of my
blood is still on the sidewalk.

It wore off.

They let you out
or did you bust out?

Aingt nobody busts out
of Canyon City.

- Sure don't seem like 7 years.
- Does to me. I done 'em.

You would have gotten out sooner
if you'd named the other man.

So they said.

Shot you in the back.
Must have been a stranger?

Nope. You knew him.

- Didn't.
- Did.

My partner.

Sam Foley.

Well, I'll be.

Well, that's what they call
water under the bridge.

- Yep.
- Where is he?

Who? Oh, Sam.

Oh, no. He's long gone.

Gone where?

He's gone.

Say, there's no charge
for that drink, Clay.

...nice to see you back.

Say, I bet I know something else
you aingt had for seven years.

All of them new,
fresh off the farm,

areal live bunch
of rubber dollies.

Aingt a one of them over 20.

Sam Foley. How much?

How much?

$200.

It aingt much.

That's all I got. Where is he?

Where is the $2007?

A woman's been holding my money
in Kansas City.

Kansas City.
Hell, that's rich.

Aingt no woman kept nothing
for seven years.

On the way.
Be here tomorrow morning.

Why'd you have it sent to Weed?

It all started here.
That's the last place I saw him.

Well, it aingt much money for...

You don't know how bad
he's gone, respectable bad.

I'd probably get
twice as much from him...

for not telling you where he is.

Say I told you where
you could find Sam for $200.

- What would you do?
- Pay you and kill him.

Muchachas!

Hey, gramps, full quart
of bourbon, new bottle.

I don't know
as you're old enough.

Now, we're old enough,
and you're too old, gramps.

You want glasses or just put
a nipple on the bottle?

You watch your mouth.
This here is Bobby Jay.

Bobby Jay!

That's such a divine name, I
just couldn't say no to a drink.

They call me Alma.

- Well, now, how old are you?
- Twenty.

Well, now, you still got
a couple of good years left.

You take this old whistle-berry.
I'll bet he's 100.

That's old enough for 5 people,
aingt that right, Skeeter?

If he was a turtle,
he'd be young.

I heard a turtle
lived to be 400.

What if people
took to living that long?

Alma, how'd you get that Shiner?

Did you rub some fella
the wrong way?

Rub some fella the wrong way!

People ought to be like dogs...
Get too old, just shoot them.

Bang!

It's gonna come to that.

If it don't, there aingt
gonna be enough room.

Who'd say who to shoot?

Well, now, me, honey.

Sooner or later,
it'd come your turn...

'cause if you live,
you get older,

and if you live long enough,
you get old.

Pepe... do y'all hear something?

Do you hear it, Alma?

Bobby Jay.

Come on, Bobby Jay,
let's go snuggle.

Y'all want to snuggle?

They want to snuggle, too, Alma.

Yeah, well, sure!

Criminy sakes, we got Lulu
and Pansy and Bertha.

Nah, we got you.

No.

Sorry!

Oh, Alma, come on.
These are my boys.

- No. Just you and me.
- And then you and Skeeter?

All right.

Three Musketeers. Pepe!

Last again, but grateful,
mighty grateful.

- $1.00, 6 bits for that bottle!
- Just keep counting, gramps!

You ask me, the old ones
ought to shoot the kids.

We were talking about Sam Foley.

Get your money,
and we'll talk some more.

Emma.

Emma wouldn't still be around,
would she?

Emma, come here.

Oh, Clay!

You still give them
good neck poppers, Emma?

Turn around.

You mad about something?

Rock pile?

He's hot all over.

I don't want to hear about it.

We'll talk...

but, hell, I always
liked that fella.

So did I...

till I stopped.

That where they dug
the bullet out?

Yeah. They dug it
out of there...

but they didn't
dig it out of your mind.

Bobby Jay!

Come on, Bobby Jay!
Let me in.

Will you shut up,
for Christ's sake?!

Come on, Bobby Jay!
Let me in!

Will you
quit pounding on that wall?!

Bobby Jay! Come on, Bobby Jay!

Will you let me come in, too?

- Bobby Jay! Come on!
- Will you shut up?

Bobby Jay, I want to come in!

Bobby Jay! Let...

You're disturbing the peace.

Piece of what?

Just cut out the jokes
and keep the noise down.

You got your stomping boots on.
Stomp him!

That sure is a broke-off weapon.

I'd like to break the rest of it
off in that big buck's liver.

"Watch," you said,
"but don't touch,” you said.

Nobody's ever slapped me,
not even my father.

Don't forget what Mr. Foley
said about not killing.

- Tried to kill you.
- He'll try it again.

Not much of a horse.

Good as I could get
for not much cash.

Well, I guess he can carry you
and all that money.

I hope your memory's
as big as your mouth.

Want a lot of answers
for all that money.

You'll get them.

You Clay Lomax?

Know a party named
Teresa Ortega?

Got something for you.

My name is Decky.

My mommy told me to call you
Tio Clay.

That means Uncle Clay.

What the hell is this?

It's just what it looks like:
A small female child.

I was told
to deliver her to you.

My mama says you always
wear a Texas hat.

That's a Colorado hat.

I was expecting an envelope.

There any rule says
I got to take it?

No. No company rule.

We got to take on water.
Make up your mind, mister.

Her mother started out with her.
She died outside of Kansas City.

She died?

From what?

Men, the doc said.

Wouldn't even have been 30.

Looked more like 50.

Anyway, we took her off
and buried her.

Well, what happens if I
just leave her on the train?

- To you, nothing.
- To her.

The first town we hit that's
got a marshal, I hand her over.

Wait a minute. We found
this paper pinned on the kid.

It's got your name on it.

Well, now, maybe
you're better off.

After all, what do you expect
from a man who changes his hat?

Decky?

- What's your last name?
- Ortega.

That's your mother's name.
What was your father's?

- I don't got a father.
- Everybody's got a father.

You, about
five years old, maybe?

Six, going on seven.

Well, how does it come out?

Was you there,
or was you some place else?

She didn't have her name
pinned on her for nothing.

Somebody's got
a mean sense of humor.

Mean to you or her?

There aingt no law says
you've got to accept shipment.

I can't hold up this train
waiting for you to weasel out.

- Watch your mouth.
- Forget it, mister.

I'll just turn her over
to a marshal down the line.

Maybe you'll be better off.

A man who changes his hat?

Oh, hell.

- Come on, kid.
- I won't!

- Come on.
- I don't want to go with him!

- Got it?
- Yeah.

You don't get this
if you didn't take that.

Please don't leave me here.
Please!

Please don't leave me here!
Please!

Don't leave me!

I don't want to go with you!

- Unlimber.
- Won't!

You don't, and I'll drop you
on your fat rump.

Put me down!
You hate me!

I don't want to go!

This aingt never gonna go away!

That's what comes
of trying to please.

- How many sugars?
- Four spoons.

I says to him, I says,

"Do anything you want excepting'
don't touch my poor eye."

Well, that was it.
Red flag to the bull.

- Did he smack you?
- Right in the eye.

I'm so dumb.
I should have known.

They just got to do
whatever a girl says they can't.

I got just the thing for you.

I sell these little bastards to
the bar fighters for $1.00 each.

Just never thought of one
in connection with a female.

What the hell are them?

Real live Mexican
bloodsucker worms.

Leeches! Them's leeches!

Draw the color right out
of the skin, Alma.

No!

Shoot, honey, I wouldn't do you
no mean trick.

Watch.

Now, put one of those
on your cheek,

you get a complexion
like a newborn baby's.

Oh, Jesus! You know something?

- What?
- I forgot to collect my money.

- From them three fellas?
- Yeah.

I didn't know what to charge.

Just powder your little eye
and drink your coffee.

Collecting money,
that's what men are for.

Now, who would do a thing
like this to a man's property?

Some no-account shag-tail
with a knife,

and he must have
done it like this.

All them damages
go on your bill!

Don't rile him before breakfast.

I'm going to take an inventory
of every last item...

you damaged, burned, or busted!

Pour us some coffee.

Pour your own.

Pour!

What are them things?

Well, that's her breakfast.

- No.
- Fact!

You joshing' me?

She'll eat them.
Alma here, she'll eat anything.

Come on, eat them things!

Oh, now, you're a growing girl.

- Bobby Jay.
- What?

All he done was meet a train.

Well, did he get on that train?

No.

That's very interesting,
Skeeter.

What else did he do?

Well, he stole a little girl,
about so high.

It looks like
he's bringing her here.

No!

It sounds like that old bank
robber's going white slaver.

You hear that, Alma?

You're through. Lomax
is bringing in your replacement.

She going to eat them things?

Well, now, sure,
she's going to eat them things!

- Want to see her do it?
- Trooper!

- Give me my damn money!
- What money?

- For last night.
- Oh, the hell. You owe us.

Pepe, what you figure
we ought to charge?

I don't know. She had
a nice roll in that grouch-bag.

All right!

No!

Give her back her poke!

Give her back her poke
and stay out!

You tore hell out of that room,
and you're going to pay!

We aingt paying' for nothing.
We're getting' paid.

Check that cash drawer.

Where's your eyes, boy?
I got a gun on you!

Well, now, I declare,
you have drawn your gun on me.

Bobby Jay, why'd you do that?

Well, self-defense.

He's dead!

Nah.

Oh, yes, he is.

Well, that's right, Skeeter.
The Three Musketeers.

Next.

B.J. Jones, I swear.

Is our blood brother
going back on his solemn word?

Get the money out of the drawer.

You know how to cook?

Wrong. You know how to cook.
You're just hired on. Come on.

- Trooper!
- Tell Clay...

Clay is gone.

Gun... Hill.

Bet your feet hurt.

My mom says no cowboy ever walks
when he can ride.

Set right there,
or I'll wale you.

No, you won't.

It's Trooper.
Them three kids shot him.

- Is he dead?
- Yeah.

They left, took Alma with them.

- Anybody go after them?
- Nobody yet.

Before he died,
he said your name...

and something about Gun Hill.

- Gun Hill?
- Yeah.

- I'll pay her way.
- Sorry.

Never had kids,
never wanted none.

I'd run away from you, anyway.

It seems to me
like you'd be the right one.

She's got to
go to school anyhow.

I can't board children.
It's all I can do to teach them.

What do you teach them...
Look out for yourself?

Yes.

No.

Preacher, you are my last hope
and refuge,

the only person left
I can turn to.

I suggest you turn
this responsibility...

over to the marshal.

The law?
Turn her over to the law?

You know I done bad things
in my day, but nothing that bad.

Reverend, you are hard of heart.
I say you are mean.

Perhaps, but not mean enough...

to try to get rid of a child
in her presence.

- Got any soap?
- No.

Well, I have. You stink.
You got to have a bath.

No!

- Now, shuck them rags.
- No!

Get them off,
or I'll do it for you.

1 won't!

You bast...
You bastard stinkpot!

It's cold!

- What did you say?
- You bastard stinkpot!

You say that again, and I'll
scrub your dirty mouth out!

What about you?
You stink, too.

I finish with you,
I'll take mine.

Are you my father?

What kind of
a fool question is that?

Since you're so curious, me
and your mama was friends once

about 100 years ago.

- You're not an uncle.
- Nope.

I sure had a lot of uncles,
but all no-good.

Mama said no man was any good...

almost every
time she came to visit.

Visit? Where?

She lived with other ladies.
I stayed with folks.

What folks?

Different ones. The last ones
didn't want me to keep my cat.

They threw stones at her.

As long as they didn't hit her.

They did hit her.
They killed her.

Place I'm taking you to,

they're friends of mine.
They'll let you have a cat.

I don't want any more cats.

They got a nice place,
the Nelsons, a real farm.

Still a far piece.
We better get going.

That aingt the way to Gun Hill.

Why don't we forget it,
Bobby Jay?

Tell big Sam he cut out
for Mexico, get our money.

- You thinking for me?
- No, no. No.

I'm sure having
a fine run of cards.

It looks like the Nelsons
had the same.

Injuns!

How you figure it, scout?
Navajo or Apache?

I don't know.

Is it Injuns?

Worse. Worse than Injuns, Decky.

That there is the smell
of hard times.

Are you funning' me?

Nope. Aingt nothing else
smells that bad.

Let's fix a campfire, show you
how we make that stink go away.

Hey, you told me you could cook.

You point a gun,
and I'd tell you I could fly...

and do walking on water
and turning sticks into snakes.

- You told me a lie.
- Yes.

- Yes what?
- Told a lie.

Don't you think you ought
to be punished for that?

Punished?

I got one eye swollen shut,
the other smoke-blinded.

I'm too stiff to stand up,
but I'm too sore to sit down.

Plus I'm sunburned.
How are you going to punish me?

Oh, there's ways.

Bobby Jay, let me rustle us up
something to eat.

That girl is a mess.

That's true,
she is a pitiful mess,

but I want her to cook,

and when I want someone
to do something, they do it.

You see anything?

Seems Lomax done
settled down for the night.

Got a nice fire going, too.

How high you reckon
a man can flap a jack?

- Where'd it go?
- Gooney bird, yep.

Stole it in midair.

Stole it? Stole my flapjack?

Gooney bird's the only thing can
eat one of them and still fly.

Maybe that's 'cause
they fly backwards.

- Fly backwards?
- To keep dust out of their eyes.

They live on flapjacks,
chewing tobacky,

and hard-rock candy.

Damn you, gooney birds,
bring it back!

Cussing won't fetch nothing
from one of them.

Here, you give me your plate.

There's an Apache magic trick
that will get it again.

Now, you keep it covered
and held tight...

While we say the magic words.

- Got it held tight?
- Tight.

Repeat after me:
Hokey-pokey...

Hokey-pokey...

domino key...

domino key!

It didn't work!

Of course it worked.
It always works.

Did you look?

You swallow it down
and get some sleep.

We got places to go
come morning.

- Can you ride a horse?
- I'm doing that now.

No. I mean by yourself.

Of course I can.

They always let me ride when
I worked at the livery stable.

At the livery stable?

What kind of a job
did you hold down?

They let me shovel out
the stables.

What did they pay you for that?

I told you... they let me ride the
horses in when they got back.

If I'm going to drag you
all the way to Gun Hill,

you'll need a pony.

I'm going to cut out
that little sorrel for you.

That's stealing.

No. They're wild horses.
They don't belong to nobody.

And the next ranch we come to,

I bet I could swap that colt
for a saddle pony.

Come on, now. Get down.

Get him! Get him!

Get him!

Get him!

Hurray! Hurray!
You got him! You got him!

- He's a nice gentleman.
- Can I pet his nose?

Don't let him
take a hunk out of you.

It is stealing!
I won't let you!

You trying to put me
in my place?

Stealing!

You are tougher
than wang leather.

All right.

Damn it.

Go on back to the tit.

What's wang leather?

It's something that
don't come apart in the rain.

Aingt no doubt about it.

He's headed
toward Gun Hill, all right.

That's all I need to know.

So we cut across Whiskey Hills
and tell Mr. Foley, right?

Wrong. The man wants trouble.

I don't care
if you are mad at me.

If you're bawling
about that colt...

you aingt even done that
about your mother.

I wasn't taken away from her.
She was taken away from me.

Wang leather.

Again?

Don't get snake-bit.

Bobby Jay, Why don't you
gallop on ahead...

and shoot that old man
and little girl?

Us, we could wait up here
for you till you get back.

I don't want to catch up
to them yet.

I want to have
some fun with him.

Shoot him?

Shoot him? That isn't
enough fun, Alma.

You don't have any imagination,
do you, honey,

in the bed or out.

You know he's right, Pepe.

No, I don't.
No, sir.

You seem to forget I spent that
night in the hall listening.

We're making it up to you now,
letting you ride with her.

Don't she feel good?

Damn! Look at that thing.

What? What thing?

That thing! She done split
my britches with her big behind.

I can't help it.

You want me to ride this horse
jay-bird naked?

Well, now, that's bad, Alma.

You know what happens
to bad girls.

Don't do that.

Pepe, don't you
like to have fun?

- Sure, I do.
- All right, then.

We're going to have some fun.
Yes, we are!

You know, I think you're
horse crazy.

They're nicer than people.

How'd you like to have him?

- I'm stealing him.
- I know.

Why aingt you kicking about it?

The colt had a mother.
This one doesn't.

He's got an owner.

We could say
it was a wild pony...

that jumped in the pasture
and couldn't jump out.

You're growing up fast.

You know what they do
With horse thieves?

They hang 'em.

Afternoon.

I make it morning.

Far as I'm concerned,
it's tomorrow.

Just sleeping one off.

Seems like I've seen
that pony before.

Could be. Got him
out of your corral back there.

You want to get rid of him?

If 1 did, I'd have left
the gate open.

A little scrub like him,
I figured he might be worth...

...a couple of dollars.

He's got a sentimental value.
Belonged to my late wife.

Why don't you put
a sentimental price on him?

Oh, $207?

- Got a saddle goes with him?
- My late wife's.

"Late" meaning flew the coop
with a knife grinder.

Saddled, that'd run you
another 10.

Be a nice outfit
for the little lady.

He's just trying
to smooth me down.

Is that so, little lady?
What for?

He's been trying to dump me off
every place we go.

I could stay here, then you
wouldn't have to buy me a pony.

Let's get on with the dicker.

...15 for the pony,
five for the saddle.

Fifteen for the both.

Count out your money.

Your name is El Sueno.
That means "dream."

Her name happens to be Fatty.

El Sueno!

- I won't eat that.
- Why not? Rabbit's good.

Makes me think of my cat,
and I won't eat it.

- What the hell will you eat?
- Flapjacks!

Can't eat them things every day.

Let's take a look
at them legs of yours.

They're all right.
You go eat that cat.

Why didn't you speak up?
That saddle rubbed them raw.

That's my good Indian jacket!

It's about to become
your good Indian vest.

These will make
good leggings for you.

You spoiled my jacket,
and I won't wear any leggings!

You'll wear them.

One more day like today,
and your feet will break off.

No, I won't!

They're bedded down
for the night, looks like.

Pepe, take over.

Move!

Yes, sir!

Yeah, General, you got yourself
one hell of an army.

Give me a puff, honey.

I gave you an order.

Yes, sir!

It's your fault for
not doing what you were told!

Now, get out there and watch!

I want all the guns right here.

Put your hands on your heads.
Turn around.

He still carry that knife
in his boot?

Get it.

Your friends...

they took turns gunning
old Trooper in his wheelchair,

shot him in the belly
so he died real slow.

You know what happens
when you get shot in the belly?

You can't move.
You can't breathe.

You feel yourself
filling up with blood,

With pain, and you can't die.

You know I got
a man covering you?

You had a man.
This is his gun.

Don't shoot me
in the back, mister! Please!

You been trailing me.
Why? Who sent you?

We got orders to do you no harm,
and we done you none. Please!

- Who?!
- Don't nobody do no talking!

You tell him!
Don't let him shoot me.

Sam Foley, that's who,

and what Skeeter told you
is true, mister.

They got orders not to kill you,
just to follow you...

and let him know
you're coming to Gun Hill.

Does Foley know?

He sure does,
and I'd think hard...

You bitch!

Any more?

I'm leaving you
your horses, punk.

Maybe I'll see you again.

Just do your little chore, punk.
You tell him I'm coming.

Just tell him.

I know what you are...
A holdup man, that's what.

All that dumb shooting
last night.

Thought you were trying
to murder another rabbit.

Rabbits don't carry guns.

Oh, shut up and ride.

Bobby Jay, let's stick
to the road.

Get to Gun Hill
a lot faster that way.

- Shut up!
- Maybe he's right.

The way Lomax is going, he won't
get there before morning.

And we got to let Foley know.

Not without my gun!

It's going to start
raining again.

Yep.

Getting dark, too.

You used to talk a lot.

Now you're getting grumpy
like a father.

Your mother ever tell you
who your father was?

She only told me he was
a good-looking bastard.

Hey, mister!
Come on in out of the wet!

- I'll take care of your horses.
- I'll give you a hand.

I don't need it.
You go on in.

You know how to brush
the mud off my pony?

Brush her with straw.

Yes, ma'am.

Come in. Bring that child in
out of the rain.

It's a shame
to track up your floor.

Let's bring that child in
and wring her out.

Let's dry you off.

Mrs. Farrell, I bet I've filled
my shirt till next week.

Good. How about your shirt?

It's not my shirt. It's his.

More coffee for Mr. Lomax,
Dutch, honey.

Where do you go to school?

I don't go to school anymore.
I'm all through.

So soon?

Well, Where'd you go
before you graduated?

Kansas City, Kansas.

Oh, my. That must have been
very interesting.

You got a school
around here close?

No, sir. Ma's been
teaching me at home.

Next year, he starts
at Gun Hill.

I like coffee.
I'm almost as old as you are.

Sure.

That isn't real coffee.

That's what my mama
called tender coffee.

It'll be tough enough
when you get it into you.

Where are you going to sleep?

In here, With you.
We won't crowd each other.

Where is he going to sleep?

There are 2 bunks
in Dutch's room.

Is that what you call
Mr. Lomax... he?

His first name is Clay,
but I don't call him much.

Don't you get
too settled down there.

I got to be moving on
the minute this rain quits.

Oh, that won't be
for a while yet.

The creek's up,
and that means my boys...

won't be back in the bunkhouse
till tomorrow morning.

So you settle down
all you want to, my dear.

That is a real nice woman
for a lady.

She's bringing her boy up right.
She's got a fine place here.

Not a bad spot to hole up.

And a nice hayloft to play in?

Like as not.

Not for me. She says, "My dear," ”
but I'm not her dear.

Go to sleep.

You're not going to
skin out on me?

- Go to sleep.
- I won't stay here.

You'll stay where I plant you.

What's that letter,
the first one?

- It's an "A".
- What's the next one?

How do you know?

Well, I can read.
I can also write.

How about arithmetic?

Numbers? Well...
I worked in banks.

I bet there's still things
I could teach you,

lots of things.

Go to sleep, damn it.

You're in a big damn hurry
just to get out there to her.

No cussing,
or I'll soap your mouth.

That's a lot of guns
going to rust.

- Want me to oil them down?
- No, thanks, son.

Just leave them be.

Well, I'm going to bed.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

If you're going to
burn coal oil,

take one of your schoolbooks.

I aingt that wide-awake.

He looks like a fair-enough boy.

He's got his faults,
but he's my son.

You do that pretty handy.

Actually, I'm a bit rusty.

First time I've poured
a drink for a man...

since my husband died...
Five years.

Is Decky your daughter?

Well, looking at it
from over there,

What would you say?

One minute, yeah,
but the next minute...

Well, I aingt sure myself.

Is any man ever sure?

Oh, well... With some women.

Do you really believe that,

or do you just want to
believe it?

That child troubles you,
doesn't she?

Well...

I guess I feel sorry for her.

Of course, she'd be madder
than hell if she knew that,

but she don't even know
how little she is.

Seems to me she'd shy off pity,
like most people.

I've been trying to find
somewhere to board her. I'd pay.

I'll keep her for you... no pay.

No, I'd have to pay,
as long as I could.

There is something
that might come up...

that would crimp me.

You're a generous woman.

Selfish. This is
female practicality.

You leave her here,
you'll come back.

Cards on the table,
I might keep on moving.

I'll take that gamble.

I could... I could
spin you some kind of a tale...

about being a wandering Willie,
or I could...

I could make you
some damn sweet promises.

But there is that kid in there.

And you ought to know it all.

You're looking at a man
that just got out of the pen.

You don't
have to tell me anything.

You better know about this.

Seven years ago,

my partner and I picked a bank
and pulled a job.

My partner, my friend.

Call it double cross.
Call it betrayal.

Now, you see, there's
something I got to do.

And it might put me back there.

I'll take that chance.

You sound like a man
offering a man a job.

I'm not a man.

The offer stands.
I'll keep the child.

And there will be
no more talk about tomorrow.

Throw the dice, flip the coin,
come what may.

It's always now really,
isn't it, Clay? Now?

I said I hadn't poured a drink
for a man in five years.

That's true.

But when my workmen
are in the bunkhouse...

and Dutch is in his bed,
I pour... for me...

Until I'm drunk.

Do you understand?

Until I'm drunk enough
to turn off the tomorrows.

And a little bit more...
to turn off the now.

And a little bit more
to sleep alone.

Leave it to a range bull
to find the only dry ground.

You didn't do like I told you.

Like you told me?

Pepe, empty that artillery.
Throw it out in the yard.

You're a pissant punk.

I should have stepped
on you back there.

You're going to be sorry...

you didn't do just that thing.

- Do you know them?
- Not like he's gonna.

You got your guns, punk.
Keep on traveling.

Gun Hill's just down the road.

They got 2 Whorehouses,
a hotel, and Sam Foley.

- There anybody in there?
- There's nobody your size.

Get in here!

There weren't nobody
in that bunkhouse.

I have four men
working this ranch,

and they'll be back
from town anytime now.

Now I'm getting scared.

They'll be liquored up
and wearing their guns.

If I were you,
I'd get out of here.

- There any guns in there?
- No, sir.

I believe you, but you better
take a look, Skeeter.

There any guns
in that other room?

No.

Well, now, I believe you, too,
but Skeeter won't.

You take a good look, Skeeter.

Go on. Take a look
in there, Skeeter.

Got rid of them guns
and put our horses in the barn.

I got another job
waiting for you.

Make it quick.
I'm hungry.

Quick? The dummy here
wants me to make it quick.

That old man just whomped
the lot of us...

on account of him sleeping
on duty. Can you imagine that?

Bobby Jay,
don't start that again.

You will ride one mile
down that mud road to Gun Hill,

and you will sit in that rain,
and you will wait,

and if'n you see any ranch hands
riding up,

fire your gun three times
in the air and get back here.

- Damn!
- You said what?

- Nothing.
- Cover him.

Make them go away!

Is that old man your hero?

Yes, he's my hero!

He's tougher than both of you
put together,

So you better watch out!

Baby child, don't you know he's
just an old jailbird and yellow?

He is not yellow!

He's not going to do nothing,
baby child.

If I was to slap you,
he still wouldn't do nothing.

'Cause you got guns!

You... cook.
You tend to the horses.

That's right, baby child,
we got the guns.

Don't unsaddle them.
Just grain them.

Move, boy!

- What's she to you?
- She's my mother.

You be back in 10 minutes,

or I'll shoot her
in the chitlings.

I told you we'd have some fun.

Fun? I aingt laughed
since I met you.

Now, is that a way
to talk to your man?

My man wouldn't let me
stand about in wet clothes.

Maybe she ought to
take them off?

Peel! Do it over there
by that fireplace...

so I can watch you turn
all nice and rosy.

Come on!
Do that thing!

Not in front of the children!

You just keep cooking, mama.
You aingt no angel.

Seen that through the window.

Didn't get to see
it all, though.

We will, by and by.

Don't push your luck.

Go on. Get over there.

Move.

Gonna have a hootenanny.
Gonna have a hootenanny!

- Sing out!
- Yee-

Hey, mama...
you got a leaky roof.

You better patch that thing.

We're supposed to be
having a party, mama.

Why aingt we eating off
them fancy dishes up there?

No. They're keepsakes.
They belonged to my grandmother.

They're too damn old.
They've been around long enough.

Look at that hand.

Sometimes I don't think
it needs me at all.

That other boy... Pepe.

What about him?

I bet you a dollar
he done the smart thing.

- Such as what?
- He cut out!

You shut up.
Now, Pepe is stupid.

He's too stupid to come in
out of the rain!

I'd bet another dollar he's dry.

- What? In the rain?
- Rain, hell.

He's in Sam Foley's house
by now.

Maybe we ought to ride on in.

That man is trying
to pull your leg.

He's trying to split us up.

Let's get on with it.
Let's get some fun.

Mama, give me that cup up there,
the one with the roses on it.

Well, come on, mama.

Now, have you folks
ever heard the stow...

about the switzer who shot
the apple off his son's head?

Fella by the name
of William Tell.

What we need is a son,
and damn if we don't got one.

No!

Well, now, maybe
we could use you.

I didn't hear you
say no that time.

The story says
it was a kid's head,

so any kid will do.
So you can say which one.

Well, all right, then.
I'll pick the head.

Not him.

OK, then you.
Over by the fireplace.

Why don't you use my head?

Move!

Put this cup on her noodle.

Then put it on your own kid's.

What do you know?
A little lady gun.

Damn. Somebody forgot to put
both the caps in.

And I wanted him to see this.

That is shooting!

No. My hand was aiming
at the handle.

Wasn't you aiming at the handle?

OK, boy, you get me
the next cup.

Give me that one
with the flowers on it.

Scaredy-cat.

No! You little son of a bitch,
you leave her...

I think that rain done let up.

OK, mama, next.

Hand me that cup over there,
the one with the daisies on it.

Well?

What the hell's
the matter with you?

Oh, I see. Sure.

It says it needs
a little nerve tonic.

What do you think, Alma?

Do you think my shooting hand
is steady enough to perform?

I cannot stand the sight of you
in those clothes.

Before you do take them off,
you get to shoot the next one.

Come on.

Want to try?

Drop that, Lomax!
You know I'd do it!

I said drop it!

No! Don't!
He's got one shot left.

He shot the floor,
the two teacups, her, and him.

That's five shots!

Shut up and get over there!
One is all I need.

Now, you know I don't
mess around, Lomax.

You just stand right there
till you hear my horse.

You move...
and she stops moving.

Put out the lights.

My gun's on the table.

About Becky and my son and
having to make that choice...

If it had been
the other way around,

if it had been my daughter,
I'd probably have done the same.

Put on your clothes.
I'll get the horses.

No! He's lame!

Aingt they coming? What are you
doing with that damn kid?

- Get down.
- No.

I need your horse.

I don't want you
riding my horse.

He's a good horse.
You'd only kill him,

the way you kill everything
you lay your hand to!

You shouldn't ought to
have said that, Pepe.

You really shouldn't have, Pepe.

Decky!

Decky!

Clay! Here I am!

Clay!

Here I am!

Clay!

That is the God's truth,
Mr. Foley.

Cup of coffee?

If it's all the same to you,
I'd prefer a drink of Whiskey.

It's over there.

I'm really sorry I've been
tracking up your nice floors.

That's bad news, Bobby Jay.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Now, sir, you did say
he was trouble,

but that order of yours
about not shooting...

Mr. Foley, I lost
my two best friends...

because of that order.

Bobby Jay, Why don't you go on
over to the hotel,

get a hot bath and some sleep.

We'll settle this up later.

From now on, I'll take care
of Clay Lomax.

If it's all the same to you,
I'd prefer my money now.

All right.

Why didn't you want him shot?

- By you?
- Yeah, by me.

I've killed men before,
Mr. Foley. No complaints.

So I've heard.
So has everybody heard,

heard it from you.

When you buy a killing,
Bobby Jay, you sell yourself.

Now, a reliable professional
killer is a closemouthed man.

Me, I'm a businessman
with a reputation to protect,

or is that putting it
too bluntly for you?

Oh, no, sir.
That's putting it real nice.

I mean, I know my place.

Good.

What are you going to do
when Lomax gets here?

I'm going to invite him in,
sit him down in that chair,

give him a drink and a cigar,

and say, "Well, Clay,
what's on your mind?"

I lose two men
so you can give Lomax a cigar?!

A drink... and a cigar.

Now here. 100.
20, 40, 60, 80. 200.

That's double what I told you.
Now get out.

What about Pepe and Skeeter?

What am I going to tell
their poor old families?

Also lost a horse...

and a rifle
and a couple of handguns.

Who in the hell are you?

I keep house for Mr. Foley.

Is there anyone else to home?

All right, get over
by that window.

If anybody gets in,
you're gonna get...

the same thing
that your boss got.

Get that bag you were carrying
and bring it here.

Oh, yes.

Having more fun?

I like fun, too,
much as the next man,

but I get less of it.

Half? We'll split it right
down the middle, you and me.

Where's Decky?

Well, put that gun away,
I'll tell you.

Get over here.

Right there.

Now, I don't see
any fancy teacups around,

but I do see
an apple in that bowl.

Get it.

Get it!

Put it on his head...
and don't get between us.

Ever hear of a switzer
name of William Tell?

I'm going to give you a chance.

I'm going to put this gun away.
Then I'm going to draw.

Then I'm going to shoot
that apple off your head.

You think you can stop me,
you draw.

She ran off
when I was changing horses!

- She run where?
- I don't know!

Fun.

You had a lot of fun
with them kids, didn't you?

Put one of them whiskey glasses
on his head.

Here's your second chance
to draw.

Next target.

I'm gonna supply
the next one myself.

You'll appreciate this because
you like fun so damn much.

Ma'am, now you keep
to one side...

and balance this cartridge
on his head.

Take it.

I'm going to
make you draw, punk,

because I want to see it
the way Trooper saw it.

Fun and jokes,
and here's the snapper.

If you don't draw
and I hit that cartridge,

it's going to blow
your head off.

I could miss.

That's a lot smaller
than a teacup.

And you're a lot bigger
than a little girl.

Oh, my. What's the matter?

Oh. It says
it needs some nerve tonic.

You gonna kill me, do it,

but don't stand there
and mock me!

Shoot me or give me a chance!

Come on, you want to
give me a chance?

You all right?
You ready to give him a chance?

It says it's ready.

Fetch the law.

I see you finally got a new hat.
That's not a Texas hat either.

- Well, what about it?
- Oh, nothing.

Are you my father?

You asked me that before.

Are you going to
start that again?

Not if you don't want me to,

but why did you come back?

I'm damned if I know.