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Sorry, but this is a great day.

Our house is a part of history.

You have got to know that.

That is nothing to be proud of.

I love that old man.

Gillom! All right!

It is time you knew.

He is dying.

Who?

Mr. Books.

I don't believe it.

He has a cancer.

You are lying.

He would have told me.

But he didn't tell you!

He told me.

He is dying.

Mum.

Mum.

do you understand?

That is the last of it.

Thank you, Mr. Hutchins.

My position as a teacher,

as a maiden lady,

I am obliged to move to another place.

Of course. I apologize.

We are ready to go!

Bye.

Some coffee?

Don't mind if I do.

Did you know those two?

No.

They sure knew you.

Who were they?

Ben Shoup, the one you killed

trying to get out the window.

The other man is named Norton...

Two bad men, not from around here.

I have never heard of them.

Quite a night.

Your bedroom looks like a slaughterhouse.

Oh, Mrs. Rogers.

I will put a man outside every night.

That will cost the taxpayers three dollars a night

and ten dollars apiece to bury two corpses.

Death and taxes, Books.

Keeping you alive to die naturally

is costing us a small fortune.

There's no need of any man outside.

I would appreciate that, marshal.

Thank you.

I... I can't tell you how sorry I am

about what happened last night.

That won't help.

Two men are dead.

I was defending myself.

How are you feeling,

a little less well every day?

You have got a streak of kindness a mile wide.

That I do. Tell you what...

Maybe I can help speed things along.

Did you read about the shooting the night before last?

No.

That was some shooting.

Mr. Pulford, he's the faro dealer,

while being shot at, was able to fire one shot,

straight through the heart,

at a distance of eighty four feet, three inches.

Maybe I will just send him here,

let him deal you a little faro.

You do that, marshal.

This year is ninteen hundred and one

The old days are gone. You don't know it.

We have got waterworks, telephones, lights.

next year we will have an electric streetcar

and we have started to pave the streets.

We have still got some weeding to do.

Once we are rid of people like you,

we will have a damn garden of heaven here.

To be conscise,

you have outlived your time.

to be conscise? Your words could overflow a barrel without a bottom

You are the longest winded bastard I ever listened to.

I may be talk too much, but I am not ornery.

When my time comes to die,

I won't drag it out. I will just do it.

Why don't you?

Mr.Thibido...

I don't scare anymore.

Neither did Mr. Shoup or Mr. Norton.

You would not gun down a police officer.

What would stop me, fear of dying?

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

John Bernard Books

Lies moldering in his grave

But his horse keeps

Galloping on

Moses?

Would you care to do business

with a voice from the grave?

Mr. Books!

It's pure pleasure to groom your horse!

And even a greater pleasure

to do business with you!

Would you kindly step into my office?

It will be a pleasure.

Right this way, please.

Yes, sir.

Now, let me see

where I put my spectacles

because I would not want to make a, uh...

financial mistake.

Yes, sir.

Here they are, Mr. Books.

one, two, three, four, five.

one hundred dollars.

That's a lot of money, Moses.

Who do I have... What's this for?

What's it for? For your horse.

My horse? I want to sell my horse,

but this wouldn't buy my saddle.

But, Mr. Books, you agreed.

When?

When you sent Gilly...

I mean, when Mr. Rogers said this morning

one hundred dollars would be just fine with you.

I will have to have a talk with Mr. Rogers.

As far as the horse goes, it is three.

three hundred?

three hundred.

I might maybe can go two hundred.

You might maybe go more than that

because you will get more than that, because it's mine.

three.

two fifty.

three, and I will include the saddle for cash.

What about my bill?

You can forget that.

I am not made of money.

Are we going to stand here and haggle all day?

Mr. Books, you the most famous man I ever seen

and the second best to barter.

Who's the best?

Here I stand.

Well, let's get to haggling.

Let's get to haggling. All right.

Let's get to haggling.

one, two, three, four.

That's two hundred. two hundred.

two hundred there.

twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, ninety, two hundred and ninety five.

No.

two hundred and ninety six?

No.

ninety seven?

ninety eight?

Sold.

You mean I did it?

Mr. Books, that makes me the best to haggle!

The best in the world, Moses.

Yes, sir.

Gillom!

Gillom!

Where's Gillom?

In the woodshed.

That's appropriate.

Why?

You stay out of this.

Gillom!

I'm in here.

You will account to me.

Sir?

You were trying to cheat me,

and Moses was trying to cheat you.

I'm sorry.

I'm glad of that, but it doesn't...

it doesn't tell me very much.

She, uh...

She cried on my shoulder this morning

on account of you.

I had to comfort her.

And then the lodgers moved out.

Your room is a mess...

and now Mum is worried about losing the house.

Well, I just thought that...

that maybe you might want to do something

to try and make it up to her.

I thought you might be interested

in selling your horse since you are...

Since I'm what?

You are dying.

How did you find that out?

Mum told me.

Guess I am the last one in town to know about it.

Don't you think you should have talked to me

before you tried to sell my horse?

Yes, sir.

I suppose.

But I just wanted to see first

if Moses would buy it, that's all.

I'm not a horse thief.

A man's emotions can...

entangle him sometimes.

I've been living on a knife edge lately, Gillom.

Guess I just jumped too far too fast.

But, son, I never thought you were a horse thief.

And I hope I can stay around long enough

to make it up to you.

Sir...

do you think...

Would you give me a shooting lesson?

A shooting lesson?

Well, a man should know how to handle a gun,

use it with discretion.

But, uh...

you going to tell your mother?

Well... do I have to?

Come on, I'll get us something to shoot with.

It's beautiful.

See that tree on the left

with the divided trunk?

You take the right side.

Aim well and put five bullets in it.

Why not six?

You keep your hammer on an empty chamber for safety.

And if you're going out to face somebody?

Load six if your insides tells you to.

Now, take your time.

That's good shooting, Gillom.

Hey, Mr. Books,

my spread's not much bigger than yours.

You did well.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

Jay Cobb lets me practice with him by the lake...

when he's not in jail.

Day before yesterday, he smashed some salesman's jaw.

Nice employer you have.

Well, it's just temporary...

till I find whatever is right for me.

Yeah.

I would like to see

him and Jack Pulford fight.

Did you hear about what Pulford did?

I did.

Mr. Books.

Yeah?

How did you ever kill so many men?

I lived most of my life in the wild country,

and you set a code of laws to live by.

What laws?

I won't be treated wrong, I won't be insulted,

I won't be hit.

I don't do these things to other people,

and I require the same from them.

But how could you get into so many fights

and always come out on top?

I nearly tied you shooting.

There's nobody up there shooting back at you.

It isn't always being fast

or even accurate that counts.

It's being willing.

I found out early that most men,

regardless of cause or need,

aren't willing.

They blink an eye or draw a breath

before they pull the trigger.

I won't.

Bat Masterson told Cobb...

Bat Masterson?

Yeah.

He says that a man has to have, uh...

courage, deliberation, and be proficient with firearms.

Did he mention that third eye you better have?

Third eye?

For that dumb-ass amateur.

It's usually some six fingered bustard

that couldn't hit a cow in the tit

with a tin cup

that will kill you.

But then, Bat Masterson

always was full of sheep dip.

I hope you're smart enough to know

that alcohhol does not go with guns.

Oh, sure. Yes, sir.

Well, now that we got that cleared up...

as my Mexican friend said,

"To the pure life."

Johnny?

Yes?

May I come in?

Don't... Don't you remember me?

Serepta?

Oh.

Sera, I can't tell you how happy I am you're here.

I came the minute I heard.

Have I changed so much?

No, it's... just been a long time.

It isn't true, is it?

God, how I loved you.

And I loved you.

Is it true?

Oh, no.

Aw, don't cry, Sera.

We all have our time.

I must look a sight.

For sore eyes.

Are you still with Pardee?

No. He treated me the way I did you.

He just up and fled.

We should have married.

Spilt milk.

You never did, huh?

No.

Now you're alone. I'm so glad I'm here.

So am I.

Would you still like to?

We could get a minister and just say I do.

That way, I'd have the certificate.

I would have something to go on.

Not much.

I would have your name.

How far would that take you?

Long ways, maybe.

How?

Johnny, you're too modest, you know?

Everybody knows who you are.

I would be Mrs. J.B. Books.

I would be somebody.

That would not buy you any food.

Well, it might.

See, that's how come I knew that you had...

that that you was ailing bad.

This newspaper reporter here tracked me down.

He wants to put out a book on you.

He will write it and use my name.

The Shooter...

The Life and Bloody Times of J.B. Books

by Serepta Books, his wife.

He said in the East

that it would sell like hot cakes

and he would split it with me.

And his name is Dobkins.

Right. How did you know?

I kicked him out of here for the same reason.

Johnny, what harm is there

in a marriage certificate, a piece of paper?

I don't object to that. It's the book.

Why?

What does he know about my life?

What do you know?

He says what he does not know, he will make up,

and, you know, gory things,

gun fights and midnight rides

and women tearing out their hair.

It will be great, I promise you.

Woman, I still have some pride.

A man should be allowed his human dignity.

I spent three dollars on the train here.

One-way.

You and Dobkins are two sides of a counterfeit coin.

I will pay you back.

I will pay you both ways.

What's wrong about a book?

I don't want to be remembered for a pack of lies.

Because you're too damn stubborn, that's why.

You always were.

Why should you care what's happening? You're dying.

I have to go on living,

and you don't give a damn what happens!

Why should you? You won't be here!

God. And I loved you once.

You bastard.

May you rot to death!

# It was blighted affection #

# That made him exclaim #

# Oh, willow tit-willow #

# Tit-willow #

# And if you remain callous #

# And stubborn, I #

# Shall perish as he did #

# And you will know why #

# Though I probably shall not exclaim #

# As I die #

# Oh, willow #

# Tit-willow #

# Tit-willow says I #

You seem in fine condition today.

I should be. I'm full of laudanum.

I will get your breakfast.

Good. Thank you.

I didn't mean to break up the recital.

Oh, that's all right.

It was just something

for the Sunday School class

for the church social.

Bond, uh, I've chased away all your other lodgers.

Is it all right if I have breakfast out here?

Of course it is.