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THE GRAND DUEL

Would you mind going a little faster? I would do the unthinkable for a bath.

Don't you worry, darling. We'll be there in no time.

You and that goddamned sewer rat that gave birth to you!

You can't aim to save your lives, you rat bastards...

Bighorse, is that you?

No! This is Abraham Lincoln carrying your grandpa's remains,

you lousy son of a...

A killer broke out of prison down in Jefferson.

He's hiding around here and is quite dangerous.

He's got 3,000 dollars on his head.

But I bet the vultures get to him first.

You think we can get to the saloon?

- I'd wait if I were you. - Killing for a pittance, by God!

Where have all the hardworking people gone?

You know what I'd do to them?

It will be pandemonium out here. Don't you get out of the coach.

Sir?

Didn't you hear what he said?

I'm thirsty.

Hey! Stop there and put your hands up.

You want to get yourself killed?

Not yet.

Listen...

Must be another one of those vultures. Don't mind him, Bill.

So we're just letting everyone in?

I suggest you stay inside, darling.

- Come on, where are you going? - Be quiet.

You want me to get killed, too?

Can't you read?

- I'm thirsty. - I already lost an eye.

Use the good one to find me something to drink.

You know what this calls for?

Whiskey.

And some water, so the ladies can get a nice rinse down there.

I'm no stranger to these ambushes.

Once, I waited three long days in El Paso.

We'd got word that Jessie Kid was around there.

Well, good old Jessie had ten grand on his head,

and that was good money back then.

There must have been 20 of them, one in every corner.

They wouldn't budge.

"Sooner or later he'll show up, if he's really here," they'd say.

Three long days.

So?

Did he show up?

Seems so.

But he was hiding as well, pretending to wait.

I'll take a slice of that cake. But no filling.

I'll bring the bottle.

Get out of the way. I'm waiting for someone.

Right away, sir.

You dirty bastard!

What are you doing? You shoot at me?

You're trapped!

Get him!

Come on, he's all yours!

Philip Vermeer, you're trapped.

Philip Vermeer.

You're under arrest.

And you're about to die.

I'm sure you'd like that.

But you ran out of ammo.

Come out with your hands up!

You came all the way here for me, Clayton?

I didn't know I was that important.

You're surrounded! Surrender and come out!

We only care about the bounty.

And it says, "Dead or Alive".

Come out with your hands up and we won't touch you.

We'll take you to Jefferson alive.

Jackass.

We don't want you dead. Come out with your hands up.

Leave me in their hands.

And justice will be served.

By bounty hunters?

You can't do anything to them, Sheriff.

You can trust us! Got it?

You have Holk's word. Mine!

They'll kill you, to get that bounty.

You have ten seconds, Philip Vermeer!

Throw out your gun and come out!

Do as he tells you.

Five seconds!

Tell me, Clayton.

Are you letting them kill me?

Time is up.

Don't shoot, I'm coming out.

You can't do that, Clayton.

Sheriffs aren't entitled to bounties when they kill.

I don't kill for money.

Get out of the way, Sheriff.

Leave his body to us.

We've been tailing him for ages. He's ours!

I represent the law.

I can't carry him on a coach.

I need a couple of horses. Yours will do.

We wouldn't want to engage in obstruction of justice.

But, you know what?

When you got off that coach, you could have been

any ordinary son of a bitch.

But now you've turned into one who's got a star on his chest

and is trying to steal our money.

It's possible. But I still need those horses.

We need them just as much, Sheriff.

Why is he worth so much to you?

Leave him here.

And let people in Jefferson in on the news.

We'll bury him here.

I didn't know jackals were so compassionate.

Take cover!

That rat bastard isn't worth a nickel without his star.

You people and money.

I want him dead!

Get the horses!

- They didn't get him. - They'll go kill each other elsewhere.

Stop there!

- Allow me, ma'am. - How nice of you.

Lord Almighty, will there be any water in here?

Come on!

There he is!

Turn round and let's go get him!

Go! Go!

Come on!

Go!

Aim at the horse!

It's an old Indian trick.

He must be under that horse.

There must be a hole somewhere.

That's the only hole I see.

Must be an old Chinese trick.

You should take to the desert, the road to Silverbell ain't safe.

Then I'll need five extra dollars.

- Here you go. - Good.

Once, in the desert down in Mexico, I was carrying one of these.

And we spent three long days surrounded by bandits.

How did it go?

Damned if I know. They wanted money, not me.

So you just let them take it and ran away?

You think I'd let them shoot me for a miserly 50 bucks a month?

Boys! Take all this back to the bank!

Hey, you! I want my five dollars back!

For only five dollars, I gave you advice that's worth at least 20.

Here.

We've never seen those people around here.

- We want to live in peace. - I know who it is.

They're Saxon's men.

If luck's on our side, horses don't get the shits,

the wheels hold up, the weather doesn't go to hell,

the bandits leave us alone and we take the main road,

it will only take us... what? Five, seven, maybe ten hours?

We'll cross the desert.

There are ladies with us.

It's uncomfortable, and it'll get dark.

The people a lady has to travel with...

Let's not waste time. They're waiting for us.

Hey! Stop!

Mind if I join you?

My horse's dead. I give you my word.

He's a nice fella.

Let him in.

Didn't you hear the Sheriff? Get in, boy.

Are you sure he said it?

Come on, just do it!

Come on!

Get going, you bastards!

Wait, isn't he...? Sheriff, who's this young fellow?

A man.

Why don't you introduce me, Sheriff?

Philip Vermeer, convict on the run.

Wanted for murder and sentenced to death.

The United States government

has a 3,000 dollar bounty on my head.

If he must really tag along, at least tie him up.

Don't you worry, ma'am. I only kill decent folks.

Bighorse!

Finally!

Old bag of bones, you still haven't croaked yet?

Silverbell! Where we eat, we sleep and we take a dump.

I was expecting you for dinner. Who hides inside that shithole?

Mind your language, asswipe! There are ladies in here.

Good evening, ladies! Welcome to Silverbell.

Please, after you.

Excuse me... Sir?

- Excuse me! You think I could... - Take a piss, ma'am? There.

In the stables?

If five horses piss there, why can't you?

My, oh my! What a dump!

You really killed him?

Why, would it make any difference?

You don't look like a killer.

And you don't look like a busybody.

Now I recall! You're Philip Vermeer,

the one who killed old Saxon.

He had both your father and many decent folks killed.

It was about time he got his comeuppance.

Go check the stew.

- Someone had to... - If it's ready, bring it here.

I beg your pardon, it's the whiskey.

Business was slow, so I entered a partnership with my cousin.

It's a pretty safe trade, it knows no downturns.

- What is it? - A funeral parlor!

Cheers.

We're offering services that start from 20 dollars. And you?

I'm in business, too. My clientele is pretty sophisticated.

- Which sector? - Like yours, it knows no downturns.

I believe the two of us will get along, ma'am.

We have so much in common.

These are dark times for travelers, ma'am.

That's one hell of a stew.

I wonder if I'll ever get to eat one like this again.

It's just an old shotgun, Sheriff. It ain't even loaded.

It's as empty as my head after a few too many shots of whiskey.

Never consider a weapon unloaded.

If you say so, Sheriff.

Want to play?

You've got nothing worth a wager.

So why do you keep following me?

You're wanted, and I'm the law.

You know why old Saxon had my father killed.

He had found gold over the mountains.

Cards?

I'll play these.

Me, too.

There's a 3,000 dollar bounty on my head. That's my stake.

I always tend to call.

Three queens.

Three kings.

You lost.

- I'm leaving. - Stop there.

Sit down.

I had already earned those 3,000 dollars.

I'll take you to Saxon City, if you want.

We need to make sure he won't escape.

Better wait till dawn.

It's taken.

It's getting crowded.

We're swarming like ants.

Three thousand bucks ain't no pocket change.

But, tell me.

How much is 3,000 dollars divided by seven, anyway?

You're a disappointment, Sheriff.

It's like taking candy from a baby.

You'll wake them up. They're tired.

Tomorrow will be a long day.

I'm leaving.

Say hi for me.

- You know how old I am, Philip? - Too old.

Stand up.

You think I'd still be here, if I let suckers with guns fool me?

You just get up, or I'll shoot.

It's unloaded.

You said so yourself. Never consider a weapon unloaded.

No!

Open that door and I'll shoot you.

It's only noise, anyway.

Seems like someone got a head start on us.

It better not be a trick like in Gila Bend.

Never consider any weapon unloaded.

Here, put these on and get some sleep.

If I get hanged tomorrow, you'll have played a part.

Don't open that door.

I told you.

Looks like we have guests.

Clayton!

Let Philip Vermeer come out! We only want him!

Have you heard me, Clayton? You have no right to keep him!

We know that you're no longer a sheriff.

And that they kicked you out of Jefferson.

Unemployed? Or have you found another calling?

The others can come out. Don't risk your neck for a killer!

Let alone a phony sheriff.

Is he saying the truth?

To an extent.

Lead the way. At least those people don't hide behind a star.

I'm on your side, Sheriff. Now it's loaded.

I appreciate the moral support.

Don't shoot!

We are ladies!

- Hands up and come out! - Anita, hands up.

Take cover.

You destroyed my coach! You lousy sons of...

Hey, don't shoot.

Clayton! You have 30 seconds!

Do you want to get killed, too?

So, do I go out like this?

Or maybe you want to uncuff me?

We're getting those 3,000 dollars!

You won't fool us twice.

Even if he's guilty, you can't let him die.

He's not guilty, he's just stubborn.

Since I'm about to die, mind if I ask you what you know?

And why you follow me?

I'm not the only one.

But you're no bounty hunter.

I saw who killed old Saxon.

Who?

I only said I saw him. Not that I'd tell you who it is.

You could have told the judge back in Jefferson.

And go against the deposition of old Saxon's son?

You didn't even put up a fight.

Your 30 seconds are up!

You'll never get your answer if you open that door.

Enough!

I'm coming out.

Disgraceful.

We had to break a sweat to get you out.

Stick that dynamite up your...

So, are you going to talk?

- Go on, I'll never tell you. - Oh, really?

Get him up.

I couldn't wait for a nice bath.

Why don't you try it?

You like that?

Pneumonia is no concern of mine.

Bring him here.

The Patriarch's three sons don't get along anymore.

Just tell us where the gold is and we'll screw them.

No!

We'll keep it between us.

We don't care about the bounty, we want the gold!

Don't you get it? You're better off joining us!

Come on!

All you're left with are charlatans riddled with debt!

If you don't talk, I'll drown you.

You're so goddamned stubborn! We saved your life!

Come on!

Tell us where the gold is and you'll get your share.

If you beat him to a pulp, he sure as hell won't talk.

Why don't you mind your own business?

- Strange way of showing gratitude. - Gratitude?

I was questioning them.

Clayton! Vermeer! One day we'll spit on your graves.

Am I supposed to go to Saxon City in this state?

It's a long way from here.

I guess you'll have to give me a ride.

Sure thing. But I'm headed to Jefferson.

You'll have to walk there, then.

Because I'm going to Saxon City.

It's a lovely place.

The cemetery is on the sunny side of the hill.

Gold's on the sunny side, too.

And I'll find other guardian angels like you.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Guardian angels get fed up, too.

Right, especially when they have to walk.

See you, Sheriff.

Go get dressed. I'll meet with the Marshal.

You're going to pay, you goddamned scoundrels!

Let go of me!

Here's to you.

Drink up, gramps.

And forget that you're nothing but a poor old bag of bones.

Now show us the wagon that you gambled away.

Too bad you didn't have a young wife to wager.

Stop it, Bull.

What's the point of killing him?

Someone needs to do something before it's too late.

Someone will kill all you Saxon lackeys!

And you, inside there! You degenerate!

Adam Saxon, you hear me?

You're nothing but a ruthless criminal!

I'm not afraid of telling you straight to your face!

Come out if you dare!

You're nothing but scum.

You're a degenerate just like your old man.

That rat bastard!

But don't you worry.

Sooner or later, someone will make you pay.

Just like with your father!

One day someone will blow your brains out!

What are you doing?

You be careful, Adam Saxon.

No! Don't shoot.

I said don't shoot.

Stop there.

Stop there... stop it.

You took everything I had.

Isn't that enough?

Watch it.

Adam Saxon... think about it.

They will avenge me.

You even cheated.

Don't shoot. Stop it.

Stop.

Are you insane?

Stop...

You're a killer.

Stop. Don't touch him.

You rat bastards! You bully the weakest?

Who gave the order?

Who's behind all this? You? Your brother? Or maybe David?

He lost at poker and then teased me.

It was merely self-defense.

Yeah, right. You can tell he was a dangerous threat!

Guns kill regardless of who carries them.

Let them vent. That complainer will be next.

My! He ruined your suit.

Blood stains tend to linger on.

Philip! Philip Vermeer is here!

Folks! Listen.

I have some business to take care of.

What do you want, rebel?

I just want to talk to you,

your brother Eli, and David.

Why not do it now? The Marshal is in his office.

It'll be a short chat.

Move!

You weren't supposed to let him get away.

I wanted him to talk and then you could kill him.

That was the plan.

I must find out who killed my father.

I told you!

That's not what your friends asked me.

Surprised?

It should ring a bell, Marshal.

You told the judge in Jefferson that I killed your father from 60 paces.

I wouldn't challenge such a good shot.

Whether it was you or a gun for hire makes no difference to me.

I was there to bury my father.

And I heard gunshots.

If I knew he killed my father, I would have shot old Saxon myself.

I want to avenge my father.

Don't you want to avenge yours?

Who did it?

Who?

Tell me!

Maybe the same man who convinced you to accuse me.

No, not him!

I need to know.

Not from me.

Ask those who can tell you.

It's a guaranteed salary of 100 dollars a week,

and with a bit of luck, it could even double.

It's bursting with people.

It's bursting, all right. But my darling doesn't want to.

And she's still so young, I'd rather see her married.

You wouldn't be a bad match, now that I think about it.

They'd better get me to a saloon before long.

I'm dying of thirst.

Keep going, we're late.

Fire at will the moment he gets out.

Stop!

Philip, over here!

He must be hiding in a wagon.

Get out of the way, you fools!

- Let me teach him a lesson. - No.

You'd only get killed.

They outgun us.

What the hell is going on?

Marshal, care to explain who was shooting earlier on?

Philip Vermeer is in that wagon.

A marshal's top priority is the citizens' safety.

Do your job without killing innocent people.

I don't need you to tell me how to do my job, David!

I'm just saying that you're a little too trigger happy here.

And innocent people pay the price for it.

That's their new style.

David Saxon is worse than his father, but more cunning.

He'll only kill when there are no witnesses.

I'll tell you where my father found that gold.

Take those men there.

This must never happen again.

- Like you care about those people. - Hey, in that wagon!

Get them out of there or we'll open fire!

- Out of my way! - Wait, Marshal.

- There's no one here. - There he is!

Behind that house! Get him!

Ransack the whole place until you find him!

Come on, folks! We leave in an hour.

Where do you think you're going?

- Away from this ever so friendly town. - Boss.

It's Marshal, you idiot!

The coach is here.

The daily coach from Jefferson has arrived in Saxon City.

Ma'am!

Miss.

Are there only boors in this town?

- Hey, there! - You've got so many friends.

How is it going? I'm so curious to see them.

- Where's the coach? - I gambled it away.

You're talking to the Marshal, you drunken fool!

Why don't you talk to me, Marshal?

What are you doing in Saxon City, Clayton?

It's a quiet place.

Come in, let's have a word.

- After you. - Why?

Just to be polite.

Goddamn swine.

This is not Jefferson.

I call the shots here.

I like people who know how to take responsibility.

You shouldn't even have a star.

And you?

Mortimer, get us something to drink.

This fella has traveled far to bless us with his presence.

And to offer you a deal.

So you're a businessman, now? That's strange.

Now that I'm a man of the law.

I'm looking for a man.

Who?

Philip Vermeer.

Dead?

Alive.

First they're alive and then they die. That's how nature works.

It'd be a mistake. A bad one.

He killed my father!

You're a liar.

You hope to get out of here alive after insulting me?

I didn't insult you.

Your deposition was a lie.

You know that the shot that killed the Patriarch came from the front.

Vermeer was behind him.

He couldn't have shot him.

The judge in Jefferson sentenced Philip Vermeer.

Did you know he bought a huge ranch after that trial?

You already said that in Jefferson and it cost you your star.

Now you say it here, and maybe it'll cost you even more.

Leave, Clayton. Philip Vermeer is ours.

Why worry, when I'm with law-abiding citizens like you?

I'll drink knowing that an honest, incorruptible marshal is protecting me.

The law allows me to ward off troublemakers and dangerous men.

And I say that you're a danger to this town.

That's one man's opinion.

- You have 24 hours to leave town. - Let's go, ladies.

The corner on the right, facing the other way.

Who shot them?

Twenty-four hours, Marshal?

Time sure flies in Saxon City.

Did you kill them?

I doubt they noticed it.

The gallows await you.

All you inside there!

You're all witnesses of an unprovoked murder!

Clayton.

You're under arrest.

I witnessed indeed, Marshal.

It was self-defense.

And who are you?

I'm here to marry Adam Saxon.

Do you know him?

I'd like a word with who calls the shots here.

It doesn't seem to be you.

Got it, Adam?

I want no witnesses.

Sure, Patriarch.

You know I don't want to be called that!

You give the same things different names.

You're wrong.

Different names for different purposes.

Look. A nice surprise for you.

Why doesn't Eli marry her?

She'd be much better off.

But women are stupid.

In fact, she chose you.

Is that really necessary?

You bet it is.

Her father is a Supreme Court judge.

He's crucial to us.

You act as if you were running for President.

It's called foresight.

It's the only room available.

What is this, Fort Alamo?

Some people draw lightning, others draw women.

This one is for those who draw trouble.

- Rest in peace. - Bless your heart, too.

Stop.

You didn't have enough trouble, already?

You're looking for trouble. I'm just trying to get out of it.

Move.

Now, will you tell me who killed old Saxon?

What would you need it for?

The Saxons framed you just to get you out of the way.

I know that.

Just tell me who did it.

Hop on your horse and don't stop until you reach Mexico.

They're going to kill you here.

Then, I guess we'll have to pay the Saxons a little visit.

They'll know how to make you talk.

The Saxons favor money over vengeance.

You're coming with me.

You really had to send those two inside the saloon

against the fastest gun in the State?

Not to mention Jefferson's former sheriff.

The same man who took the Patriarch to court three times.

I was going to frame Clayton for murder.

Strictly by the law, just as you like it.

But then that woman showed up.

Clayton knows who killed Dad.

- I must avenge him! - Vengeance is not the issue here!

It could have been anyone.

There was a line of people willing to kill the Patriarch.

No one knows the truth.

A slip up would only undermine us.

Whereas things make sense now.

The killer has been sentenced, Vermeer's men have lost their leader

and we'll get the gold in the most lawful of ways.

Vermeer is back in town.

That's 3,000 dollars prancing around Saxon City.

Go cash them!

Get the horses saddled.

You'll head to the canyon with Adam tonight.

What am I supposed to do now?

Behave like a decent person. We've got guests tonight.

Forgive us, we're late.

Business doesn't leave us alone a single moment.

Adam, speaking of business. You should leave right away.

Brothers make for the worst bosses. After wives, that is.

Excuse me.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I've traveled with Philip Vermeer and he didn't look like a killer.

Darling, there is no such thing as a killer's look.

He didn't kill your father.

You have to understand, Elizabeth,

that this kind of decision is for men to make around here.

Women have a whole different role.

Even though it's important.

Being good wives and mothers. No more and no less.

I fear I might not be up to the task,

given your exacting demands.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Clayton, get out of the way.

Leave, Clayton! Or I'll have to kill you.

Don't make me kill you, Clayton!

Don't you worry, my friend. Just shoot.

Not that you're any better than this, mind you.

You haven't settled things with Philip, I hear.

Looks like he won't leave until he's satisfied.

Did he kill old Saxon?

No, he killed your father.

Then, leave him to me.

Come get some, Vermeer.

And tell your friend to get lost.

Then you'll end up like your father.

Holk, you ought to do this by the rules.

Put away those guns.

Both of you.

Go for it.

Getting cold feet, boy?

Why don't you come closer?

That's close enough, Vermeer.

Die!

You're dead anyway, Vermeer.

You and your people.

There are mines all over the canyon.

They'll never get the gold. They're all going to die.

I got him.

No witnesses.

Five dollars from the redhead, ten from the one with the hat.

And these are 30 dollars from the blond guy.

Look at all this money, Madam!

Go upstairs, another customer is waiting.

Right away, Madam.

Don't mind me, house rules.

- At least wait until he leaves! - Until he leaves?

Didn't you hear him? Don't mind him.

Come on, don't be so fussy.

Let me go!

- Come on, it's dangerous! - I had my eye on you right away.

Looks like it's boiling down there.

I'll show you.

May I?

Would you like to play cards?

Not with all those weapons pointed at me.

A few precautions never killed anyone.

I seek peace.

Old Saxon's case has long been settled.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I couldn't reopen it even if I wanted to.

Now you call the shots here.

Why are you protecting Philip Vermeer?

Because he's innocent.

Let us suppose that Eli had it all wrong.

He's a bit temperamental, and had our dead father at his feet.

He may have been distraught.

Tell the judge, then.

Eli is quite stubborn, I seriously doubt he'd confess.

Besides,

if Philip is not the culprit, we need to find one.

The real killer.

Does anyone know who that is?

You and I both know.

We're reasonable people, I'm sure there's a way to settle this.

My only concern is making sure that an innocent man isn't found guilty.

If I gave you and Philip 25,000 dollars under the condition

that you never set foot here again?

I think it's a fair deal.

I'm too old to sell out, and Philip is too young.

So?

Adam Saxon! Get out of there!

There are people looking for you! Men, women and children!

Still up for that deal of yours?

Hold your fire!

Jefferson's Sheriff would like to parley with that man.

How much did you pay, Clayton?

To have him call you Sheriff.

Stop there, or you won't parley with anyone anymore.

Get up, Philip.

They won't shoot.

Yeah, right!

Because the Saxons are men of their word!

Now, talk. Unless you want me to shoot you.

You know everything, don't you?

David Saxon knows you didn't kill his father

and he'll tell the judge in Jefferson.

Put that gun away.

They're no longer afraid that I'll take my father's place.

And you know why?

Because the dead don't need a leader!

Philip!

No, Philip! Don't!

Kill Clayton! He's the biggest threat.

He's not dead.

He'll be hanged at dawn as the law requires.

- Have your men surveil him. - Finally, David. Take him.

You've got a thing for him, don't you?

You'll have a chance to see him hanging from a rope tomorrow,

unless he dies tonight.

You're a monster.

- You're nothing but a... - Enough with the farce.

You shouldn't talk like that to your future husband.

You'll be marrying him!

- No way! Never! - Lock her in the basement.

Let me go.

I said let me go!

Finally we see the light, brothers.

Tomorrow,

our father's killer will be hanged.

The only thing between us and that gold will finally disappear.

It will mark the beginning of an era...

...of law.

Of peace.

And order.

But we haven't avenged our father yet.

We've done a lot more than that.

We'll make his most ambitious dreams come true.

With the riches that gold will bring us, we'll buy our way to the top

and become the undisputed rulers of the whole State!

And one day...

...in the near future...

...the Saxons will reach Washington.

And one of them...

...will be in the White House.

David.

You know who killed our father, right?

May this be the last time, OK?

Never ask me that question again.

You're coming, too?

- What? - What a lousy attitude.

On September 13th, 1900,

at Jefferson station, the old Patriarch Saxon was killed.

A court of the United States Government

found this man, Philip Vermeer, guilty of murder.

And now his sentence will be carried out.

What a farce.

You. Don't touch that rope.

Unless you want to be an accessory to murder.

Go away, Clayton! Don't you challenge the law!

Excuse me.

I know the law, Marshal.

Philip Vermeer was found guilty

by a corrupt judge and false witnesses.

He's innocent.

I know who killed the man you called Patriarch,

and he's here among us.

Talk, you bastard!

Who killed my father? Who?

You're playing into his hands, you idiot.

Proceed with the sentence.

Whoever tries to obstruct justice will do so at his own peril.

You were there that night, David.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're out of your mind, Clayton. And dangerous as well.

David knows who killed his father,

but he accused Vermeer to get his hands on the gold.

Keep letting him fool you.

David, I've had it. I need to know the truth!

Tell me, you bastard!

Tell me who did it, whoever it is.

What do you want, Clayton?

Everyone knows that it was Vermeer. And he was found guilty.

- By a corrupt judge. - He killed our father.

- No, David Saxon. It was you! - Shut your dirty mouth!

So?

Let's hear the truth, Clayton.

Go on.

Tell the truth, if you're stupid enough to get yourself hanged.

Come on, Clayton. Say it!

It was me.

Your father was a killer. There was no other way.

It was you, you bastard! You killed my father!

You killed him in cold blood!

I confronted him.

I was forced to do so.

In Jefferson, it was the only way to get justice done.

Eli.

Adam and David.

God only knows what else you've done,

but with that massacre you outdid your father.

You'll pay, too.

We'll settle things with you once and for all.

Meet us at the cattle pens in an hour.

Fine with me.

I'll kill you with my own hands.

Thank you.

You're free to go now.

You can't fight the Saxons all alone. I'm coming with you.

Philip, leave the Saxons to me.

I'll give you everything I have.

A prestigious name, a rosy future, a family.

What else will it take to get you to say yes?

Ten dollars is all it takes. Ten dollars like for everyone else.

- Come on. - Let's go, ladies.

Easy, Eli.

Let him come to us.

We can wait a few seconds more.

Don't shoot.

The other one is out of range. It's three against one.

He's nervous.

Watch it.

I'm ready to draw.

Stay down. Let me shoot first.

Did they hit you?

I don't care about that gold anymore. I'm going to Mexico.

You won't need to run.

People want you to wear this.

Philip! Philip!

I'm sure she'll keep you out of trouble.

You think so?

Goodbye, Philip.

Finally.

The coach for Jefferson, Silverbell, and Gila Bend is about to depart!

All aboard, folks!