All language subtitles for (scene-rls.net) Death Of A Gunfighter (1969)

Woman: Come show 'em
as nature's...

and we raised the big crop
they told us to.

And what becomes of it?

Faith and poor!

Foreclosures!

Evenin', Marshal.

Evenin', Dan.

What are you doing in there?

It's a little cooler in here.

Whew! It's a hot one, huh?

Yeah.

I thought you'd be
all tucked in by now.

I just happened to be
passing by.

I see.

So you thought
you'd stop and check
to see if I'd dozed off

and forgot to make
my late rounds, huh?

No, sir.

How're the new boots?

Oh, they're fine.
I sure thank you
for them.

Not too tight?

Oh, no.
I like them just fine.

Mm-hmm.

Want to know something, Dan?What?

You're a bad liar.

If you want to succeed
in this world,

you gotta learn
to be a good liar.

You get on to bed now.

Good night, Marshal.

Maybe you better
go on home now, lover.

Go on home
before ol' Marshal Patch
down there

finishes up his late rounds

and realizes you've
been on a four-day drunk

and left your wife hungry...

for a little extra pleasure.

You don't have to count it.
It's all there.

Take it.

I can't charge you
for crying on my sheets.

I had too much to drink.

Of course you did, lover.

Take the money.

For what?

If a pipe fitter
can't lay pipe,

he oughta try
another business.

Get out of here, Luke,

before I tell the whole town
what a lousy plumber you are.

Son of a bitch...

...I'll kill you, Patch!

Luke: Frank?

Are ya scared?

Yeah, I'm scared.

Now, come on down!

Don't make me shoot.

You're scared of killing me,
ain't ya?

Come get me, Frank.

Come blow my head off
like you did all the rest
of the squirming pigs

that got in your way.

One more killin',
and they'll run you
out of town.

I ain't keepin' you
from anything important,
am I, Frank?

Like maybe you crawlin'
under my sheets with my wife--

I ain't keepin' you
from anything like that now,
am I, Frank?

Lester:
You having trouble,
Marshal?

Oh...

poor, harmless Luke.

Tsk tsk.

Is Doc Adams at your place?

Amen.

What was that?

Is Doc Adams at your place?

Yes, sir, doc's over there,
all right. Yeah.

All right.
Look out here.

Look out.

Now, folks, the marshal's
just doin' his duty.

He's protecting us all
against dangerous drunks.

Why don't you
and your town council

do somethin' about
gettin' rid of that
dreadful marshal?

We may just do that.

Hey, Doc!

Sorry to wake you, Laurie.

That's all right, Frank.
What's the matter?

I gotta talk to ya.

Come on in.

It's good to see you,
Frank.

Gets very lonesome when he's off
on one of his long drunks.

Yeah, I know.

I'll make some coffee.

I can't stay, Laurie.

What is it, Frank?
What's the matter?

Luke's been shot.

Shot?

He's still alive.

Where is he?

At the Alamo.

All right.

I'm sorry.

How is he, Doc?

It's gonna be
hotter than hell.

Frank?

Hmm?

Is he dead?

Not yet.

Hey! What're ya doin'?

Kissing you.

For God's sake, Hilda.

Ah ah ah!
Don't use the Lord's name
in vain, Daniel.

You gotta be crazy.

Woman: Hilda!

Yes, Mother?

It's after six o'clock, child!
What's keepin' ya?

I'm in bed
with Dan Joslin,
Mother.

Stop that silly talk
and get down here!
I need ya!

Yes, Mother!

You're gonna get me
thrown outta here.

Mother couldn't run
the boarding house
without you, Dan.

But she did already
warn me.

"Dan Joslin's
an orphan child, Hilda,

Shh!"and there's no tellin'
what he might try to do to you

now that you're
of puberty age."

I wish you'd stop
talkin' like that.

Why?Why?!

Oh, boy, your head's
on loose.

Oh, quit, Frank.

Quit now.

I don't know what you
want me to do to

prove to ya
you're being bull-headed.

Whatever it is, I'll do it.

I want ya to go away
with me, Frank.

You don't have to
marry me.

You don't even have to
love me.

I'm too scared to worry
about my pride now.

I'm tired, Claire.

Then, listen, Frank.
Please...

I think you been here
too long.

Pa says the marshal
didn't really
have to kill him.

Your pa ought
to learn how to
keep his big mouth shut.

I'm sorry, Mr. Oxley.

I didn't mean it
like I said it.

I see.

Marshal'd never kill anybody
unless he had to.

You know that, Mr. Oxley.

I heard they're gonna
bring in the county sheriff--

Will!

You boys better start
your paper routes.

And, you, son,
you just forget
what you heard.

Yes, sir.

Father...

Mona...

Doc.

All right, then.Paper, Mr. Brandt?

Thank you.

Man: Ready?

1...

2...

3.

That's it.

Get it back for you
as soon as I can.

Thank you, Vinny.
Roy, get me that headboard.

Needless to say, Mrs. Mills,
we all share your grief.

What's the price
of your cheapest funeral?

Fifty dollars
is our cheapest.

Of course,
that includes
everything--

coffin, small spray
of flowers,

and burial, a marker.

Here's ten dollars.

I can give you the rest
as soon as I find work.

No insurance?

No, there's nothing.

Mrs. Mills?

I know this is
a painful time for you...

but I think you ought to
stop in at the mayor's office

and make out
a formal complaint
against the marshal.

Why?

There has been talk,
Mrs. Mills.

What talk, Mr. Brandt?

That the marshal
didn't have to
kill your husband.

Lester: There's that
mayor over there
drummin' up a meetin'

with all them rich
and proper jackasses.

Hollerin' and shoutin'
around.

Quotin' some stupid law
or bylaw that,

then they'll go stompin'
down the jailhouse
take a look at God Almighty.

They'll take one good look
back at him

and they'll all
wet their britches
and go on home.

At least they're
tryin' to do something

instead of runnin'
off at the mouth.

Ah, shoot.
You believe
all that hogwash

about why they
wanna get rid of him?

Like 'cause he didn't
have to kill Luke Mills?

Or them other 12 stinking cruds
he put in the dirt
since he come here?

Or that he's too quick
to use his gun,

or that he's past his time?

They gotta get
a little progress
around here? Nah...

they want rid of patch
'cause Patch knows.

What's he know?

I guess he knows
as much as the Good Lord
about this town.

He knows every woman
that ever bedded down

with some other woman's
husband.

He knows every whore
that ever made all them

miserable married
little ribbon clerks happy.

Feel like men,

while their wives is off
puttin' up preserves--

he knows every
dirty rotten
low-down thing

about everybody
in this town.

Does that include you,
Lester?

He knows you're
a miserable drunk

who'd sell his old lady
for two shots of that whiskey.

You got a garbage mouth,
Lester.

Yeah, well, you got
a big, long, overdue
bar bill in there.

Hmm?

And you need
that whiskey,
Buck...

just like a baby needs
his mama's milk to suck on.

So you be careful
what you say to ol' Lester,
you hear?

Hey.

What?

There
he is.

Well...

speakin' of the Lord.

Hey, Mr. Patch!

Mr. Patch?

Marshal?

Excuse me, Marshal, sir,
but I thought
you'd like to know

why you was up there
with Miss Quintana,

sleepin',

Luke Mills passed on.

Come in.

Is there anything
I can do?

Little Annie Laurie.

He called me that.

I used to get down
on my knees at night

and pray that he would change.

He could be strong, and...

frightened by
the whole, ugly world.

I couldn't understand.

I had to shoot, Laurie.

Otherwise, you would've
taken him alive.

I know that.

Do you want
some coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

You gonna be all right?

I'll manage.

Laurie, look at me.No!

Look at me!

Look at me.

I tried my damnedest
not to kill him.

Does it matter?

It matters
that you believe me.

Isn't it more important
that theybelieve you?

I don't care
what they believe.

At the saloon last night
when he lay there
all night dying,

I heard a lot of talk,
Frank.

They were talking about

all the times in the past
that you've disarmed men,

drunken men,
without using a gun.

Now...

they may wanna believe
strange things, Frank.

Like that you've been
carrying a hate for Luke

for some 16 years.

You know that's not true.

Maybe...I made
a sad mistake
16 years ago,

but...

I lived with that mistake.
I even learned to accept it.

Now I accept
that he's dead.

I accept that
I'm not gonna hear
his pretty lies anymore.

Pretty lies about
how he's going to...

find a big pot of gold

and buy me an emerald crown
for my beautiful head.

Laurie, you oughta
try to get some sleep.

That's what everyone
said to me.

All night long
they kept saying that.

"Why don't you
get some sleep, Laurie?"

They said it's only right
and proper that
I should give Luke

a good Christian funeral.

Fill him with
formaldehyde

and...plaster down his hair

so good Christian folk
can come and look at him
on display

like in a wax museum!

Don't, Laurie.
Don't talk like that.

I'm sorry, Frank.
You did what you had to.

And I hate you for it.

Oh, God, how I hate you!

We don't have any law
in this jerk-water town.
He's the law!

He passes sentence
on practically everything
and everyone.

The people should be the law
and will be the law

when they have the verge
to get rid of Frank Patch!

You see, gentlemen...

what we're really deciding here

is whether we move forward
or backward.

We either keep up
with the times,

or we lose out.

You know what it took
to get the railroad
to come through here.

And the day we got it,
we were all riding high,

just waiting for new business
and industry to come pouring in.

But suppose you're
an eastern investor,

just...just stepping
off the train?

You've come to look us over.

Come here a minute.
I want to show you something.

That's our town marshal,

Bo Patch.

Probably slept in those clothes
always did...

look at him.
Reminds you of the cover
on a dime novel.

"rootin'-tootin' cowboy
with guns blazing."

Can you see that man
in this picture?

This is a new town.

He's all used up.

Well, Andrew?

Well, I...
I don't want any trouble.

But if you want
my honest opinion...

by all means, Andrew,
we want your honest opinion.

I-I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
he's too proud and stubborn

to quit.

Well, what would you
suggest we do, Andrew?

I'm afraid I don't know.

However...

I'll go along with anything
you gentlemen agree on.

In the 20 years
I've known you,
Andrew,

I can't remember you
completing a sentence

without saying,
I'm sorry or I'm afraid.

No sense in getting mad,
Mr. Rosenbloom.

Not mad...

just sad.

Very sad.

Sign the paper, Chester,
and let's get on with it.

Marshal?

Hmm?

Do you know anything
about sex?

Some, I guess.

Hilda?

Yeah.
Mm.

She's driving me
right out of
my stupid mind.

I mean out.

I know it's hard
to understand, but...

well, it's hard
to think straight

with all that softness
and heat in her face
and everything.

I know.
I know that.

You know something,
Marshal?

What's that?

I wish I was a kid again.

Yeah.

Don't burn out
your pipe, son.

Oh.

I haven't done anything
to her.

You know that.

You haven't?

No!

That's good.

Not that I wouldn't like to,
though, you understand?

Oh, sure.
I understand that
all right.

But how do you
stay easy?

I mean, how's a man
supposed to stay easy?

Well, you ever try
sticking your neck
under a pump

and letting the cold water
run down your back?

No. Does it help?

Never helped me.

Well, now...

it looks like
we're gonna have company.

Not now, Paul.

Fix it later.

Hello, Frank.
Danny boy.

Doc said we'd
find you here,

and sure enough,
this is where you are.

Let's get on
with it, Chester.

Hey, catch anything?

Hey, looks like you fellas
have done all right.

By golly, I haven't been
fishing in so long.

I'd sure like to drop in
a line right alongside yours
now.

That what you
come out here for, Chester?

To fish?

No...

No, I'm afraid we're here
on official business.

Yours is a tough job.

I would've thought you'd
have had your bellyful

of killing by now,
that right?

You get used to it.

You mean it doesn't
bother you?

That's not what I said.

Comes easy to you, though.

Andy, if you're trying
to say it's in my nature...

well...isn't it?

If it wasn't,
I wouldn't be here alive
and kickin' now, would I?

While Luke's laid out
on a cold slab.

That's the advantage
in being a professional.

Well...

as I see it...

if I wasn't good at my job,
you wouldn't have hired me
in the first place.

And the day
I'm not good at it,
you'll wanna be rid of me.

That rightly so?

That's well-said, Frank,
well-said.

Well, now, I'll
take the bull by the horns.

The honest truth is

that we don't want
a man that good anymore.

With someone like you around,
incidents like last night
are bound to happen.

We want to leave all that
behind us.

We want to join
the 20th century.

I see.

And as soon as you join up,
you're all gonna change,

is that it? Huh?

Now, that's somethin'
I'd sure like to see.

Think I'll just stick around
to watch.

Give him the paper, Chester,
and get on with it.

Chester, this morning
I got a check from your office

for seventy-five dollars,
my monthly wages.

Same wages I got 20 years ago

when ya begged me to take
this job.

We had the sole right
to hire you, Frank,

which means that we've got
the sole right to fire you
as well.

That's technically legal.I think you're forgetting
something technically--

not so far as I--you promised me the job
for as long as I wanted it.

I still want it.

Andrew, here,
being a scholarly man,

doesn't seem to think
our promise is the point.

Right, Andrew?

A promise is one thing...

but I'm afraid
it won't hold up
in a court of law.

If you folks wanna take this
to a court of law,
best you get started.

Damn you!
You can't do that to me!

Why don't you make
a move, Andy?

I got my back turned.

Pa, get up.

Pa, get up!

When does that
county sheriff get in?

The afternoon train.

I want patch out tonight!

That's an interesting idea,
but how do we do it?

If you can't force
his resignation,
get him out any way you can!

But you saw him!
What more do you
want me to do?

Jack, I think six cases
of the Kentucky bourbon

and maybe four boxes
of cigars.

That ought to do it.Yes, Miss Claire.

Come on in, Doc.Morning, Claire.

What'll it be, Doc?

Nothing. This is
a professional call.

Business.

What business?

I got an order
from the town council here,
Miss Claire.

I've come over to give
them all a medical inspection.

If I find any disease...

I'm supposed to
close you down.

You go right on upstairs
and inspect, Doc.

Just make sure you don't
give them anything they
haven't got.

Ha!

Ha ha ha!

You can't just
run off, son.

That wouldn't be
fair to me now,
would it?

Well?!

Answer me.

I've always loved
and respected you, Pa...

I'm not ashamed of that.

But out there,
I almost got sick
to my stomach.

Will...

there's more to this
than can be explained.

Try, Pa!

Try to explain to me
how Frank Patch

can push my father around.

Explain to me how he can
make all of you crawl
on your hands and knees

whenever he wants to!

God knows, I've never
been strong, son.

I've tried, but somehow...

You can't leave me!

You hear?

Pa, I just can't
face those people out there.

I just can't.

Will...

I love you
very much.

And I give you my word
you'll never...

have to feel ashamed
of me again.

I made it for you special.

Thanks.

Excuse me.
I--I gotta go.

Marshal?

Howdy, Dan.

I just saw Mr. Oxley
headin' into the Alamo.

What's so unusual about that?

Well, he had a rifle.

So?

The only time I seen him
with that rifle

is when he and will
go deer hunting.

Yeah. Well, could be
he's gonna get it fixed.

Then, again, could be
he's goin' deer huntin'.

Seems awful hot
to go deer huntin'.

Yeah, that's true.

Don't you
worry about it.

All right.

Dan?

Yeah?

Thanks.

I don't understand,
Marshal.

You don't understand what?

They said they're gonna
bring in the county sheriff
to take you.

Why?

I never pay
too much attention
to what they say, Dan.

About the only exercise
they ever get
is movin' their jaws.

Be careful.

Yeah.

Marshal?
Hmm?

Down by the river,
why did you hit him?

I got a bad habit
of losing my temper,
Dan.

You didn't answer
my question.

That's right. I didn't.

Woman: Thank you, Doc.

Thank you, baby doll.
Thank you, baby doll.

How much, Doc?Huh?

You know,
your medical examination.

What's your fee?

On the house,
Miss Claire.

On the house.

Hey!

Jake!

Mr. Oxley, he's out
gunnin' for the marshal.

Frank...

Now, don't worry.

Children! Come on!

Come on!

This oughta be
kind of interesting.

Andy!

Don't be a damn fool.
Come on outta there.

Andy?

Andy?!

Damn it, Andy,
I wouldn't have talked.

Go on home, Dan.

There's nothing you can do.

Will: Don't you touch him!

Leave me alone
with him.

Pa!

Sure glad to
have you here, Lou.

Hi, Lou.

Hello, Sheriff.

Chester: Lou, you've
got to help us!

We always knew you would!

You've got
to handle this!

It's more than a town problem,
it's a county problem now.

If a man commits a crime
in this county,

it you're problem
as well as ours.

It isn't that we
can't handle it ourselves.

It's just that we all feel
it should be handled by

a law enforcer
who can reason with him!

I need a drink.

If a citizen
swears out a complaint,

you've got to
act on it.

May I serve you,
your honor, sir?

Beer.

I said if a citizen
swears out a complaint,

you've got to act on it!

I'm sorry,
Mr. Trinidad,

I don't believe
we've got any
of that wetback whiskey

around here.

This American stuff
is pretty good

if you'd like to
try any.

Man: We need
your help badly, Lou.

Pardon me for buttin' in,
Your Honor, sir,

but if you gentlemen
have got important matters
to discuss,

I suggest that you do so
in the privacy of my office.

It don't seem hardly proper

that the town's most
prominent citizens,

the sheriff of the county,
and all,

holdin' an important meeting
in an upholstered outhouse
like this.

Come on.

Hi, Chester.

You got me here
to file a complaint.

Now, what's the charge?

Murder.

The murder
of Luke Mills.

All we wanna do
is arrest him
and hold him for trial.

And move in
a small uniform police force
while he's waiting trial?

Something like that, yes.

Sign it.
Go down and give it to him.

We'd all appreciate it
if you went down there
by yourself.

He might have more respect
for the law.

You folks are
still afraid of him?

Why is that, Chester?

Conscience, maybe?

What the hell do you mean?

Frank Patch is your conscience,
and you fellas are afraid.

We want him out right now!

And if you're not
capable of it,

we'll have to do it
by the only means left to us.

Say, I wanna beg
you gents pardon

for breakin' in this way,

but I figured this boy
had a right to be here.

He's got something important
to tell y'all.

What is it, son?

Go on, tell him.

I'm gonna kill him, Mayor.

I'm gonna kill him
all by myself.

Listen to reason, son.
We all know how you feel, but--

but nobody has the right
to take the law into
their own hands.

Is that the kind of advice
you're gonna give me?

Well, is it?

See, the town don't want
no vigilante law.

Unless all legal
and peaceful means fail.

You know that. Your dead daddy
taught you about law
and justice, didn't he?

I think we oughta let these
honorable gentlemen decide,
huh?

In my opinion,
I think you have
a right to kill him.

And no jury would convict you

if they knew what
the people of this town know.

Will, your father
was a fine man.

Nothing you can do
will bring him back.

I want that man dead.

Marshal?

Hello, Dan.

Awful seein' a man
kill himself.

One minute, he's there, alive...

then he's dead.

Blood and the smell
of powder smoke.

It's all over and done with.

It was awful.

Why did he want to kill you?

Hello, Frank.

Hello, Lou.

I got a complaint.

I'm gonna have to
arrest you.

You know it wasn't murder.

You wanna lock me up
knowin' it won't stick,

but by the time I get out,
there'll be somebody else
on the job, is that it?

I can understand
your feelings, Frank.

That's a hell of a lot more
than I do.

Are you gonna listen
to somebody once
in your life?

I'm listening.

What the hell do you
want to do, sign your
own death warrant?

You did me some favors.
I figure I owe you
something for it.

For makin' those
red-blooded Americans
out there

accept me as your deputy.

Ten years ago
they said they'd
rather leave town

than take orders
from a greaseball.

Five years ago,
you stepped aside,

you let me run
for county sheriff
unopposed.

You owe me nothin'.

I figure I do, Frank.

But I'm going to
ask you one more favor...

I'm asking you to resign
before they kill you.

Get the hell
out of here, Lou.Resign, Frank.

Get out!

Resign, you goddamn idiot!

You ungrateful gre--

Greaseball, Frank.

Don't listen to me.

I'm County Sheriff

because you shoved me
down the people's throat.

"In my town, they take
what I want to give them."

Remember, Frank?

Even somebody you thought
was second-class

just like they did?

I got a good life, Frank.

I want my kids
to have the same.

The point is, you can't
do any shovin' anymore.

Frank, they don't
want you now.

They'd like to shove me
down your throat now.

Dan: Marshal?

Feel better, Frank?

Don't hit me again.

Get back to 'em, Lou.

They gotta stay
in line, son.

Sure. They gotta
eat dirt, too,
if you tell 'em to.

Oh, Dan.

Dan, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Fear is the only goddamn thing
they understand.

God Almighty,
what's happening?

Patch is going to be hard
to bring down alone.

And I mean awful hard.

You heard what they said.
They'll back me.

Boy, I wouldn't put
no stock in what them
ribbon clerks have to say.

Listen, this thing's gonna
take some cool-headed thought.

You ain't cool-headed.
He ain't, ya know.

You can't be cool-headed, after
seein' your daddy layin' there

with the whole top
of his head blowed off.

I'm really sorry
about that, Will.

You got somethin' to say,
you just come out and say it.

What's your stake in this,
anyway?

How come you're so interested?

What's so funny about that?

I mean about me
bein' on your side?

I've got plenty of reasons
of my own

for wanting to be rid of him.

Hell, I got about
20 years' worth
of reasons.

If I thought
you needed convincin'...

I don't need convincin'
or anything else from you.

I can take care of this
all by myself.

Relax, will ya? Hmm?

When I get this thing
figured out,

then I'm gonna make you
a proposition...

and not one minute before.

There's only one solution.

What are you suggesting?

We kill him.

I believe it's obvious
that I've no place here.

How will you kill him,
gentlemen?

Burn him at the stake?

Butcher him like a bull?

Throw him in a sack
and drown him?

Why don't you go someplace
and thank your messiah

we don't send you
back to your holy land.Shut up, Ivan!

No! I've taken all the insults
I'm gonna take
from this peddler.

Dammit! Let's stop
this name-calling.

We're the town council.
We've got to deal
with this situation.

I have no choice
but to go along.

Civilization's
a wonderful thing,
ain't it, Doc?

Uh...

if they ever
get it started,
it might work.

Amen.

I'm takin' the 6:10
outta town, Frank.

Come with me.

Please, Frank.

I can't, Lou.

Good-bye, Frank.

Good-bye, Lou.

Come in.

I wanna marry you.

Well?

What for?

What's so strange about that?
People do it all the time.

Sit down, Frank.

After all these years,

why are you just
asking me today?

I don't know.

Maybe I figure my time's up.

Don't ever talk like that.

I begged you to quit,
but that's wrong.

Your time is not up.

There's a hell
of a lot of them out there

hopin' it is.

You did mean it,
didn't ya?

Mean what?

About marrying me.

Yes.

When Frank?

Right now.

Can a bride have
an hour to get ready?

Take you that long?

Mm-hmm.

Well, all right.

But hurry up.

And, Frank?
Yeah?

What about the minister?

He might want
to be in on this.
Yeah, sure.

Frank?Uh-huh?

Witnesses?

Witnesses, fine.

Never mind.

I'll take care of it.

You're a good girl.

Okay, Maude.

We are gathered here
in the sight of god

to join this man
and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Frank Patch,
do you take this woman

to be your lawful
wedded wife,

to have and to hold
in sickness and in health,

to love her,
to honor her,

and keep her
from this day forward

until death do you part?

I do.

Claire Quintana,
do you take this man

to be your lawful
wedded husband,

to have and to hold
in sickness and in health

to love him,
honor him,

and obey him
from this day forward,

until death do you part?

I do.

The ring, please?

Repeat after me...

With this ring...With this ring...

I thee wed.I thee wed.

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

Lester:
He what?

He's over at the parsonage.

He's makin' it
all holy and legal.

Well, now...

You got that loaded?

Yes.

You can give him a real fine
weddin' present, boy.

Get out of the way.

Give me that rifle.

Come on, boy.

Never mind that.
You've had enough of that.

Come on, get up.
Come on.

Come on.

Now, listen.
It's best you go out
the back way, see?

We'll join you
in a few minutes.

Let go.

All right, boy.

Here, you take
the rifle.

Come on.

Come on.

Go ahead, boy.
Go ahead.

Sure is too bad
we ain't got time
to attend services

for poor Luke Mills.

Yeah.

God rest his soul.

God go with ya, son.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Thank you very much.

Frank,
God bless
you both.

Thank you.

Frank?
Hmm?

I can't go
to the rosary.

I don't like funerals.

Especially
on a wedding day.

All right.
We'll see ya after.

You take good care
of him.

Dan?

Yes, sir?

Go on inside,
both of you.

Is there something wrong?Go on. Go on in.

Name of the father, the son,
and the holy ghost. Amen.

I believe in God,
the Father Almighty,

creator of heaven and earth
and in Jesus Christ,
his only son, our lord.

No!

...was crucified,
died, and was buried.

He descended into hell...

The kid didn't wait.

Why'd my father
kill himself,
Marshal?

I don't know, son.

Tell me...

Tell me!

A long time ago
a man was killed...

shot in the back.

And my father did it?

Nobody knew for sure
who did it.

You knew.

Why didn't ya hang him?

There was nothin'
to be gained by hanging.

The dead man had a child,
a son...

your father agreed
to raise him as his own.

Like they say, Marshal...

you run things your own way.

When there's nobody else around,
somebody has to, Will.

Right or wrong,
somebody has--

Stay here.

Ah!

Ah!

Give me some shells!

I told you to stay up there!
Come on!

Dan!
Get off the street!

In the office!

Get him!

Give me the gun.

God bless him.

I'm gettin' outta here.

No, you ain't, Phil.

I said I'm gettin'
outta here!

Get out of the way!

Ah!

Frank,
where are you going?

To the rosary.

No, please,
don't go.

I have to.

Please.I have to.

Please...

Frank...

God have mercy on me.

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