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and the air in the valley
was sweet and clean...

J there was a crooked man j

he went a crooked mile j

j well, now he always wore j

j a crooked smile j

j of all the crooked men j

j in all the crooked west j

j this man was... j

j the crookedest! [J

J there's a crooked tree j

j just waiting for him j

J lived by the crooked rule j

j do unto to others first j

j sent them the other way j

j from bad to worse j

j he was a gambling man j

j learned at the age of eight j

j how to deal j

j a crooked straight j

j there's a crooked tree j

j just waiting for him j

j by a crooked string j

J sometimes when
going straight j

j starts looking good to you j

j send for that crooked man j

j he'll see you through j

j going his crooked way j

j taking the crooked trail j

j riding his crooked mule j

j stretching her crooked tail j

j smiling his crooked smile j

j woke up all the while j

j there's a crooked tree j

j just waiting for him j

j will he ever get them? Jj

Mm-mm!

Mm!

Lord, for what we are about
to receive

make us properly grateful.

Amen. Woman 1: Amen.

Ah! Nothing like fried chicken

while it's still hot and crispy.

So the quicker you open that
safe and give us the money,

the quicker you can get back
to that tasty-looking chicken.

Safe?

You're mistaken, son.
There's no safe in this house.

Oh...

Excuse me, ma'am.

Wayne, you'd better do
like he says.

A man works like a nigger
all his life to get ahead.

Some bastard just comes along
and takes it from him.

It's just a few pennies
I put aside for a rainy day.

You got enough there
for a flood, Mr. Lomax.

Damn. Must be a million dollars.

Mrs. Lomax.

Saddlebag isn't gonna be
big enough.

Well, hobbs,
get something bigger.

It just ain't the same
when it gets cold.

Is this alright?

Those were my mother's.

Must have been a fine figure
of a woman.

Oh, don't feel so bad,
Mr. Lomax...

You got rich once,
you can do it again.

Think of it as a kind of
a challenge.

Man 1: That's all of it.

I do hate to eat
and run like this.

What're you doing here?
Get out there and help.

Oh!

You ain't gonna get your ass
shot off

for no white man's money.

Come on, upsy-Daisy, girls.
Come on, girls.

Come on. Look lively.
Come on, now. Brighten up.

- Why, look who's here.
- Good evening, Goldie.

Oh, you poor man,
you're all wet.

- And drunk.
- Well, come on in.

You'll catch your death.

I got no business here, Goldie.

Being, as you know, cleaned out.

Oh, honey,
we all heard about that.

It's just terrible,
just terrible.

I thought if I could just sit
down for a while.

Oh, why, sure.
An old customer like you...

Friday nights just ain't been
the same without you.

All that money.

It's just hell.

Even my poor parrot.

He's gone clean out of his mind
since that night.

Oh, honey, you'll be back on
your feet before long.

Look, I tell you what.

How would you like to
go upstairs

and have a look through
the peephole?

Hm?

But... but doesn't that cost
almost as much as...?

We'll put it on the house.

- Oh. Evening, Wayne.
- Evening, judge.

You're late.
Just missed the fireworks.

Oh.

B... b... by god.

By god!

Wayne: It's him!

By god, it... it's him!

It's him!

By god, it's him!

It's him!

It's him!

It's him!

By god, it's him!

Society has got to be protected

against the likes of you.

Paris pitman Jr., having been
found guilty of armed robbery

you're hereby sentenced to ten
years in the territorial prison.

Shh.

Man 2: This time I caught you,
you little bastard!

- This time?
- Yeah.

You all through messing around
with my daughter.

I told her what I was gonna do.

By god,
this time I'm gonna do it!

Daddy, thank god you came in.

But I just met her tonight.

- Tell him!
- Ah, bull.

Cyrus: It was the good Friday
of 1873.

I was asleep in my sinner's bed.

Not alone, I gotta admit.

And suddenly,

a bolt of lightning
struck the air!

And a strange white light
filled my room.

And I heard the voice
of our blessed lord.

And he said, "Cyrus."

And I said...

"That's me, lord.”

And he said,

"il want you to do my work."

And I fell to my knees
and cried,

"what shall I do, lord?"

And then he said,

"from this minute on,
you're gonna preach the gospel

of holding out a helping hand

to the less fortunate
in our midst."

Good people of deuteronomy

how many of you here today

count your blessings

because you or your loved ones
are not deprived

of two or more of your
natural senses.

Dudley.

Dudley!

Woman 2: Ah!

As you see, poor Dudley
cannot hear a word I say.

He must read my lips.

Dudley, go to the easel.

Folks, keep your eyes
on this poor man

with the mind of a backward boy.

He cannot utter
the simplest word.

He cannot hear
the loudest sound.

Dudley there was born
a Mongolian idiot.

A common mule had more reason
for being in this world.

But the hand of Providence

guided this stray lamb

to the calvary mission

where his remarkable talents
began to blossom.

Thank you, ma'am.

Bless you, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Every little offering helps.
Thank you.

I thank you, friends,
I thank you.

Your unbounded generosity
will be known

all the way
to racine, Wisconsin.

In gratitude for your kindness,

the calvary mission
for the deaf and dumb

would like to present to you

Dudley's beautiful rendition
of Moses and the burning bush.

And I take great pleasure
in handing over

this inspirational subject

on your behalf to United States
marshal Johnson.

Jumping Jesus, my heinie!

My... my... my... my...

My heinie's on fire!

Jesus! My heinie's on fire!

You sleep late. = I work late.

That's why I'm here.

Make it easy on yourself.

You stay in town,
I'll have to arrest you.

There'll be a trial, you'll get
six months. I guarantee it.

On the other hand, I'll give you
two hours to get out.

Sheriff.

Maybe we could talk this over.

Now you've got one hour.

Herr sheriff! Herr sheriff!

Robbed. Robbed, I just got.
In broad daylight.

- Who did it?
- Robber, who else?

He, he went into the saloon.

Floyd moon.

Floyd, you're in a little
trouble. Don't make it worse.

Give me your gun.

Come on, Floyd.
Hand over your gun.

Your gun, Floyd.
I want you to give it to me.

Sure, sheriff.

Anything you say.

Alright, out.

Get out of there!

Alright, one, two, three,
four, five, six, follow me.

Welcome to the territorial
prison, gentlemen.

I shall assume we all have
one thing in common,

a burning desire to be
elsewhere.

But we're not.

My name is Francis e. Legoff.
I'm your warden.

None of you has been
particularly adept

at living according to the rules

oh the outside.

You'll do better here.

Yes?

H... h-he's just got phlegm,
your honor.

The rules then...

No singing, no whistling.

Any man who could walk
works on the rock pile.

All prisoners are required
to attend the hangings.

Coy cavendish.

Yes, sir?

The date for your hanging
has not yet been set.

In the meantime, obey the rules.

Yes, sir.

Which one is, um, Paris pitman?

Junior?

Junior.

They're ready for you, warden.

Right this way, gents.

Everybody here? One, two, three,
four, five, six.

Over here!

That's it. Now, just follow me.

Looks like you boys
are gonna be cellmates.

Got a nice, big cell for you.
Only one feller in it.

What's he like?

He's the Missouri kid.
= the Missouri kid?

One of the greatest train
robbers that ever lived.

One of the greatest.

Well, there must've been a hell
of a bounty on him.

One of the biggest.

How do you do there?

You can call me kid.

Alright, kid.

My name's Paris.

This one here's mine.

You're welcome to the rest.

Get out of that bed, Dudley.
You know I gotta sleep low.

Finders, keepers.
You take the top one.

Now, you know I got a bad heart.

I'm not allowed to do
any climbing.

Horse manure. There's nothing
wrong with your heart.

I said, I got a bad heart,
you son of a bitch!

You...

You fat-ass old bully.

Hey, kid...

You've been here a long time?

Always.

Hey, you must be that chinyman.

I heard tell he wrung
the neck off

some other chink
in a railway gang.

If it was a white man, they'd
have strung him up on the spot.

What about you?

I, ah, I pulled three years.

Ah-huh. What about you, son?
= two.

Because he cried
in front of the judge.

You should've seen him sniveling
like a street whore.

Fish piss.

If... if it hadn't been for me,

you'd have got more, fraud.

You must know an awful lot
about what goes on here, I bet.

Excuse me. Where's the gents'?

He's got his foot on it.

I say, you must know an awful
lot about what goes on here.

You ain't pulled much time
in the pokey, have you, son?

If you want something,
you'll pay for it.

I'll pay my way.

Hey, tobaccy!

Listen, every spindle in this
place has a dodger game.

This one here is tobaccy.

He sells you, like,
cigarettes and plug.

Another one is whiskey.
And then there's sweets.

You ain't got a fella here
named poontang, have you?

- Yeah?
- What's the going rate?

Five tailor-mades for a dollar.

Go and pay the man.

Alright.

Start asking.

How many ever bust out of here?

Now, don't ponder on that,
it'll just weaken your mind.

Paris: How many?

Well, none that lived
to tell about it.

What time do they change
the guards? And where?

It's always different times
and different places.

And it's never all at once.
They don't miss a trick.

Those on the front gate,
always the same number on top?

Below?

Believe me, sooner or later
you're gonna give up.

Kid: Son, let me tell you
something.

It'll help you
make your time here.

About 25 years ago,

when I seen I wasn't ever
gonna get out of this place...

I... I said to myself,
"kid," I said,

"kid, you better figure out some
way to keep from going cuckoo."

Well, you know, I...

I tried this and I tried that.

And then one day,

like, sudden-like,
it come to me.

A way to bust out of here. = no.

There ain't no way out.

No, listen.

I thunk me up a farm.

I mean, not a big place, it...

There's no more than 25 acres,

but it's real good land.

And now when things get too
tough around here for me...

I just close my eyes...

And I farm that land.

Well, anyway,
I was thinking, son...

If you was to get yourself,

get yourself a farm,
a store or something...

Why, it would help you
to pass the time.

It'd give you something...

Give you something
to think about.

Thanks, kid, but I got something
to think about.

Alright, get to work!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, hey, come on!

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.

We thought some little, bitty
ones might come in handy.

You see, there's this shoulder
wound I got at gettysburg.

I was just a kid.

- Name.
- Cavendish.

- First name.
- Coy.

Coy.

Maybe we can find
something easier for you to do.

Let's talk about it sometime.

Hey! Hey! Come on!

Hit it! Hyah! Hyah!

Hit it! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hit it!

Oh, my god,
how will I live through this?

I got the chilblains all over.

I can feel my consumption
coming back.

The one you caught
at gettysburg?

How can you eat that?

Oh, this ain't that bad.

Of course, it ain't as good
as my cooking.

It'll be a long time before you
get anything that good again.

Oh, you got some gall
to talk like that.

If you hadn't backed your butt
into that stove...

You put me here, just like
you'll be the death of me!

Fish piss. It's no one's fault
we're here but yours.

If... if you'd have
listened to me,

we could've had
a nice little house,

you could've got a decent job
and gone to work

the way that other men do.

I would've have cooked
and cleaned

and worked my fingers
to the bone.

But, oh, no, no, no.

That wasn't good enough for you,
Mr. big-ldeas.

"Ju... just one more dodge. Make
a million. Easy money." Hah!

Everything I did,
I was only thinking of us.

- Lies. Lies, lies, lies.
- Of you!

Just a pack of lies.

I'm coming down with something.

- Yeah. Yeah, consumption.
- Consumption, I tell you.

My lungs are gonna go ahead
of my heart.

Well, have consumption.

I don't care
what part of you goes first.

Your name Paris pitman? = yeah.

- Junior?
- That's me.

Hey.

Hey, now, hold it.

Now, what's the trouble?

Why don't we talk about this?

You sure you got the right man?

Let's be reasonable.

That's it.

I've known Woody lopeman
for 15 years.

I'd give him the shirt
off my back.

But that don't mean I'll let
this town go down the drain.

Oh, hold on there, Harry,
it ain't like

he was an out-and-out cripple,
he's doing his job.

The way I see it, it's about
time we got us a sheriff

who can treat that jailhouse
scum like they was meant to be.

- What do you mean by that?
- Now face up to it, Billy.

He always did mollycoddle
those bastards.

Christ, look at how he got it.

Asking a robber to hand his gun
over to him.

I don't care what the man's
style is.

He kept this town clean
and quiet.

He did his job good.

That's exactly what I'm trying
to tell you.

He did his job,
but he can't do it no more.

Doc, now, you know I'm right.

Can a sheriff with a busted-up
limb do his job?

For my money he's...

Thought the two of us
were gonna have a talk.

I can't wait forever.

Things can get tougher,
you know.

They can also get easier too.

It's up to you.

Go to hell!

What was that?

He said, "go to hell.”

Get to work!

Hey, this could be the beginning
of something big.

Such as what?

Such as we could be
running this place pretty soon.

Yeah.

They just must not like
your face.

They keep trying to change it.

There's got to be a reason, kid.

Somebody's got to have
something in mind.

Yeah, but whatever it is,

they're playing it
close to the vest

and I couldn't find out nothing.

So, what are you gonna do?

Well, for one thing,
I've gotta get me some help.

Hm.

Six to two,
he spits in your eye.

You got a bet.

Cabbage. My ma would have to
whip me before I'd eat it.

I guess it's a matter of taste.

I notice you happen to like it.

I hate it.

Here.

Take mine.

I've been watching you, Floyd.

What's going on inside you?

Nobody knows but you.

Smart.

Real smart.

I hear you shot it out
with a sheriff.

Cut him down to size,
I hear, huh?

That's a pretty feisty thing
to do, if you did it.

I bet there ain't a man
in this yard with your guts.

If you did it.

Ah, well...

I was, uh...

I was drunk.

And I still beat him
to the draw, by god.

Ain't that something?

You must be the goddamnedest
shot in this territory.

- Just one of the best.
- A sheriff?

He must have been crazy
to tangle with you, huh?

Well...

Must have been a pretty big job.

Hey, you don't shoot a sheriff
if he caught you

spitting on the floor.

I've had my share
of the big ones, alright.

Yeah. Big jobs, big outfits.

- The best, right?
- That's right.

They had to be.

You're only as good
as your worst man.

Well, me, I never could afford
to be choosy

who I had on my side.

I'd wind up with some of the
worst lamebrains you ever saw.

You know,
this time in Nogales...

Man 3: Hey, four-eyes.

Well, this time in Nogales,
there was this little bank...

Man 4: Hey, four-eyes!

Man 5: We're tired of coming
to you.

This time you come to us,
you yellow bastard.

Alright, come on, break it up.
Get back.

Come on. Get back. Come on.

Nice work, son. = pitman.

Pitman.

The warden wants to see ya.

What the hell is this?

In here, pitman.

Warden.

You have $500,000
hidden somewhere

and it isn't doing you any good.

Son of a bitch.

So that's what
somebody had in mind.

Pitman, what sort of man
do you think I am?

I don't know, hadn't thought

about it much,
to tell the truth.

Not a happy one, I can tell you.

Does that surprise you?

Nothing surprises me.

The truth is, I find
the atmosphere of this place

stifling, depressing, boring...

I'm sure you feel the same
though perhaps

not for the same reasons.

Keep talking, sir.

$250,000 would do me
very nicely.

I could go abroad,
perhaps Mexico, live happily.

You help me to escape
and I'll do the same for you.

Not a bad bargain.

Not a good one, warden.

That's half the money.

You'd like to keep it all.

Am I being selfish?

Your first few weeks here

have been difficult.

I'm not much good
to you dead, warden.

Perhaps not.

Still...

Life is full of surprises.

So keep an open mind,
you never can tell.

No, uh, no, I don't like

having my mind too open.

It makes it easier

once you get around
to changing it.

I tell you,
it was all I could do

to keep from pitchin' in.

But the truth is,
I once killed a man

with old Mary Ann here.

Mary Ann was his mother's name.

Judas priest.

Solitary?

Kid: Hey, tobaccy.

Give him these, will you?
I owe him.

Come on, kid,
you know he's not allowed.

They're gonna be his last!

Hey, kid.

What are you gonna do with that
when it gets ripe?

Smoke it, you silly
son of a bitch. What else?

Smoke it?

Cyrus, I just can't figure it.

What's Skinner got
against the boy?

Oh, for god's sakes, Dudley.

Could"ve had it so easy.

Aah!

Who threw that?

He did.

Aah!

Oh!

Legoff: Come on, you guys!

Come on, you dumb bastards!
Move! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it, you hear?

Stop it!

Stop them!
Get in there and stop them!

You chink son of a bitch!
Chop, chop, chop, chop!

What are you doing? Stop it.
Let go of me.

Let go of me, you chi...

Sir.

Tell your commanding officer

the new warden's here.

This place is bigger
than I thought it'd be.

- Mr. lopeman.
- Colonel wolff.

Well, I'm not sorry to see you.

Things seem quiet enough now.

The last man I heard say that
was general custer.

What's that gonna be?

Well, that was supposed to be

new quarters for the warden.

What was wrong
with the old ones?

The last warden just wanted
something bigger

and I guess he got it.

Look here,
they told me something

and I just couldn't believe it.

Did you ask for this job?

That's right.

But nobody asks to be warden

of this prison, Mr. lopeman.

Even Daniel didn't wanna walk
into the lion's den.

These aren't animals, colonel.

You could've fooled me.

I'm your new warden.

My name is lopeman.

You've all raised
a lot of hell last week.

Here's what it got you

six dead and you're still here.

From now on,
if something's bothering you,

you come tell me about it.

I mean that.

Tell me first.

That's all.
Eat your breakfast now.

What's this?

It's solitary, sir.

- How long has he been here?
- Ten days, sir.

Get him to the doctor.

There ain't none.

- This one?
- It's the longest. Three weeks.

Well, you must be
the new warden.

What the hell is this?

Come in, come in.

Cigar, warden?
Compliments of the old warden.

Don't smoke?
Eh, drink maybe, hm?

You don't drink.

Well...

I guess you wanna
hear the truth.

It'd help.

Well, maybe you ain't heard
but I got 500,000

thousand that is,
dollars in us legal currency

hid in a hole somewhere
in this territory.

And nobody knows where but me.

Now, the man
who used to have your job

got to brooding on it
after a time

as I expect you will and, uh...

Well...

I'll save you the trouble and
tell you what we was gonna do.

After four weeks of solitary

it's enough to kill any man
I was supposed to break.

You know, start yelling
like "alright, alright

get me out here, I'll tell you
where I hid the money

but the only person I'll tell
it to is the governor himself

face to face."

Sounds like something out
of one of 'em dime novels,

don't it?

Well, anyway here's the ticket.

Warden legoff was gonna
take me out of here

under his personal guard

to see the governor,
well, me being

such an important desperado,
see?

Only thing,
on the way to the capital

we was gonna drop by
and visit with my money.

Split it down the middle

hightail it to Mexico.

Live like kings.

But... as it turned out

warden legoff has gone on
to a far greater reward.

Which is just about
the luckiest thing

that ever happened to you.

Uh, back to the rock pile,
right?

You guessed it.

Warden...

Two hundred
and fifty thousand dollars.

Thank you for everything,
colonel.

- I'll be seeing you again.
- I hope so.

The way it works
around this prison

I generally see
wardens only once.

Somebody in this pokey

must have an idea
how to bust out.

Kid: Forget it, son.

For $500,000 there's
got to be a first time.

Five hundred thousand?

I know whoever
comes up with a way

you split with him.

You're quick, Cyrus.

But can you keep
your mouth shut?

No, he can't.

I got it! I got it! I tell you.

Well, let it out.

Easy.

A tunnel outta here.

Ten feet down, 50 feet out

and we're free and clear
on the other side of the wall.

You hold it right there, Cyrus.

You're gonna do your three years
and we're gonna walk outta here.

You know my heart can't
take three years in this place!

It ain't your heart
that's weak, it's your head!

Paris: Turn it off, turn it off.

It'd take you three years
to dig the tunnel

then where would you be?

On the other side of the wall?

I wanna get a lot further
than that.

Right, coy?

Anyway... start smelling around

and don't forget one thing.

I'm putting my trust
in all of you...

Keep quiet.

Like askin' a pack of coyotes

to keep quiet
about a dead horse.

We've already got more stone
we can use for the new building.

Starting now,
there'll be no more work

in this quarry
except for punishment.

You'll all return to the yard
where you'll be

assigned new jobs.

That man there will remain
in the rock pile.

Warden, I figure by now
every man in this prison

knows about my 500,000.

Yep, yeah, they'll
be laying awake nights

each one tryin' to bust me
out of here to get his share.

Well, you had your chance.

Pitman...

Come over here.

Between this place
and the nearest town

there's... 50 miles
of crap and cactus.

One man on the loose out there

you're too smart for that.

- Paris pitman is in your cell.
- So?

He's got a notion of escaping.
= does he?

You know he does, moon.
We all do.

- Do we?
- Goddamn it, sit down.

I'm not saying you know
what he's gonna do

probably doesn't know
that himself yet.

When he makes up his mind

you'll know about it
a lot sooner than I will.

= will? - You'll get paid.

Hell, moon,
you've done it before.

You sold out gangs to
every sheriff in the territory.

That's how you made your livin'.

You've even done it for me.
Remember Simmons?

That was different.

I never could stand Simmons.
He was a mean son of a bitch.

And all the others before him?

I didn't care
about them neither.

But you do care about pitman,
is that it?

You think he's your friend.

Yeah.

I guess that's what he is.

A friend.

So, you finally found one.

That's all.
Go back to your cell.

Step it up, boys. Step it up.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left...

Left, right, left, right,
left, right.

Paris, whatever that is
that you're drawing

you can see it
clear across the yard.

Hm...

Hey, you three, down there!
What's all that talk about?

Oh, just trying to get
this whitewash

the, the right shade, captain.

Them buzzards on that wall
don't miss a trick, do they?

Man 6: Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left,

left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right, left.

Pick it up.

Pick it up, you stupid chink.

Pick it up!

What's going on?

Goddamn chiney won't move.

What's troubling you, ah-ping?

Come on down and talk about it.

Ah-ping, hold it!

Warden, don't you move a muscle.

Ah-ping...

Put it down.

Put it down.

Put it down, ah-ping.

Now come on down.

Come on.

Come on down.

Why don't you go back
to the cell

and take it easy, huh?

See you in my quarters
after supper.

Yes, sir.

Pitman, this afternoon,
why did you do that?

Just wanted to see if I could.

I ask you in here to say thanks,
and you smart mouth me.

Paris: Oh, is that why
you asked me here?

I'm gonna tell you something.

Doesn't make a damn bit
of sense to me

but those men look up to you.

What does that mean to you?

Oh, maybe an extra cup
of coffee, a few cigarettes...

Don't you give a damn
what you mean to them?

What you can do for them?

So long, warden.
I'll see you around the yard.

Why do you work at it so hard,
proving to yourself

you're a son of a bitch?

Because I am.

It's my profession,
and I'm at the top.

- Top of a prison yard?
- Not for long.

It's not so easy
being a leader of men, is it?

Pitman, those men out there
are filthy as hogs. Hm?

Can't you at least get them
to take a bath?

Missouri kid, you're next. = no!

There's a limit, dammit!
A man's got his pride!

Come on, kid, everybody's gotta
take a bath once in his life.

I ain't gonna to do it.

I ain't gonna get in there!

Soap and water
ain't gonna kill you.

It's the idea of the thing!
It's humiliating! You...

Paris, I'll give you ten smokes.

I'll give you 15 smokes.

Paris! Twenty, twenty specials.

Please stop this.

Twenty five! Special...

Listen, I've had this thing on

for 35 years.

And you're not gonna
get me out of it now!

Oh, for god's sakes,
leave them on, Paris!

It's the only way
they ever gonna get washed.

Kid, we all gotta go some time.

Oh, my god.

This is worse than I thought.

Mm.

Hey, cut that out, kid.

No peein' in the water.

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j but lke getting jealous
obtained a divorce j

j and Betsy well satisfied j

j cried with a shout j

j goodbye you big lummox j

j I'm glad you backed out jj

yes, sir.

Well, that's
the whole lot, warden.

Oh, no, it isn't.

Hey, now, hold on,
you can't mean...

You know, standing
downwind of you like this.

- I began to notice a...
- Alright. Alright.

I'm g 0 in v I n

hey, not a bad idea, at that.

This way, we'll always know
when you're coming.

Even on a dark night.

Uh, just a minute.

Have it your way, warden.

Just stay away
when we're eating, please?

God dammit.

Which of these is the freshest?

Well, I wouldn't let a cow
drink out of any of 'em.

Lopeman: It's gonna be alright.

- Alright.
- What is?

They kicked and fussed, but they
did it, they took their bath.

Pretty soon they're gonna
be doing it regularly.

The same with going to school

they'll take to it
after a while.

Paris, in two years,
you won't recognize this place.

It won't do you any good.

- I took the bullets out.
- I took the bullets out.

You look like
you know what you're doin'.

- Were you ever a painter?
Cyrus: Painters?

Why, we're artists,
folks used to come

from miles around
to buy our pictures.

We could use a few
around this place.

Flowers, landscapes,
scenes from the Bible, angels.

Angels?
Angels is what we do best.

Why, you'd think they're
gonna right fly off the wall.

Alright, loudmouth, do one.

What?

Let's see you draw
one damn angel.

Even a straight line.

Actually, uh, I just give him
the ideas, you see.

Yeah, but she ain't got
much in the chest department.

She's an angel, stupid.

So what? She's still a woman,
ain't she?

You know, you ought to forget
about them angels, whinner,

and just draw tits.

That ain't how I remember 'em.

That's how they are.

Every guy in this prison
would pay real money

for a picture like that.

Big money for something
better than angels.

Psst. Come here, friend.

Beautiful, beautiful. Remember?

How about that...

Put this man on the rock pile.

Work him all day,
every day till I say stop.

Yes, sir.

Paris: Warden?

You sure came down on him.

That sort of thing
really gets you, don't it?

As I recall, you don't imbibe
strong spirits either.

What do you do?

Poor old mcnutt.

The hell, all he's tryin' to do
is turn an honest dollar.

See that spindle over there?

Yeah.

Go over to him
and pass the time of day.

- What am I supposed to do?
- Just be friendly-like.

Try to walk in.

How are you today, Otis?

One more step and I'll blow

your head off.

How are them angels
coming along?

Use up lots of paint.

The way you draw them, I can
hardly wait to get to heaven.

What are you laughing at?
He was gonna blow my head off.

Yeah, it's a wonder
your back ain't broke.

Little bastard.

He draws tits
and I draw the rock pile.

Still, I sure wish we could get

Dudley to bust out with us.

To hell with Dudley whinner.
Count me in.

Cyrus, that ain't the point.

It ain't you we need, it's him.

Since he don't seem to take
to it, looks like you're out.

Paris: Alright that oughta
do it, boys.

Paris!

Let me work on him.
I'll swing him around.

Think so?

Strikes me when that little
fella makes up his mind

he just don't budge.

'Course, if anybody
could budge him

I guess you'd be the one,
but, uh, well...

Come on!

Oh, Paris.

Like you to meet
our doctor, Dr. loomis.

Doc, this is Paris pitman.
He's our...

Well, sort of our foreman
around here.

- Pitman. Looks good.
- Thank you.

Looks real good.

Doctors, dining rooms...

Pretty soon, folks will be
paying to get in this place.

It'll be fine, just fine.

Two more weeks.

At the most, two weeks.

Hey, kid.

How often do you go
in guards' barracks?

Whenever it needs cleanin'. Why?

How many guns
they keep in there?

Oh, at least 15 smokes.

How about $15,000 instead?

Do you mean that
you want me with you?

No, I'm just an old coot.
I... I'd slow you up.

Not you, kid. You got
more savvy than any of 'em.

And the fact that
I can get to them

guns don't mean a thing,
does it?

Kid, maybe I can con
the rest of 'em.

But I wouldn't try it on you.

I swear I never
seen a man so full

of cow shit in my whole life.

Hey, how can you say
a thing like that?

Listen, you pissant...

This is the Missouri kid
you're talkin' to.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

A real farm...

Not a dream.

Think about it.

What the hell.

Why not?

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

- Now just stop it.
- Stop what?

The con.
You're not foolin' anybody.

It's just embarrassin'.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

They're killin' me by inches,
Dudley.

You'll outlive us all.

You got a lotta inches.

I hope

everybody heard that.

So you really think I'm tryin'
to pull a con job, are you?

I don't think.

I know.

Oh, alright.

Alright, then.

I'll show you.

I can't take this kinda life

ohe more minute.

I'd just as soon go now

as embarrass anybody anymore.

Cyrus!

Cyrus, Cyrus!

For god's sake, help me!

I gotta get out.
I gotta get out.

Alright, Cyrus.
Alright, we'll go.

We'll go.

I guess we're in.

Alright, good.

Now, we need
12 sticks of dynamite.

You can get 'em, Dudley.

We need that much
to blow up the wall.

We're going out
through the wall, huh?

No. When the time comes,
you're gonna blow it.

- And I get the guns.
- Right.

- What about me?
- Coy...

You're gonna be
opening the front gate.

Yes, sir, we're gonna
leave the way we come in.

And when will that be?

When I say.

It sounds like
it's gonna be a big one.

That's good.

It's good for my crops.

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j fast falls... j

kid: Mornin', Otis.
Otis: Mornin...

J the eventide j

j the darkness deepens j

j with me abide j

j when other helpers

j fail and comforts flee j

j help of the helpless j

j abide with me j

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j when other... jj

uh, w-what are you
working on now?

Huh? Oh, inspirational pictures.

Uh, for the new dining hall.

Dudley, how are you
fixed for paint?

I got just what I need.

Come on, boys, break it up.
Break it up. Boys.

Alright, boys, break it up.
Lockup time.

Eight o'clock already?
My, the days fly.

Pitman,
I've been looking for you.

Warden wants you
in the dining hall.

Alright, boys, let's break it up
back there. Now.

Don't all leave at once.

Warden.

I wanted you to see it first.

Not bad.

- Pretty good.
- Yes, it's better than that.

And a hell of a lot
of the credit goes to you.

I suppose so. You too.

I won't deny it.
I've had my share of problems.

Those fellas at the capital,

they don't understand
what I'm trying to do here.

They never even heard of
these new ideas

of penal reform, rehabilitation.

- Me neither.
- You're what they mean.

Paris,
tomorrow they'll all be on hand

for the opening
of the hall here.

Lieutenant governor, territorial
commissioner, all of them.

And I don't want them
to ever forget it.

They'll make some speeches.
They always do.

And then comes a favor
I want from you.

Yeah, to get up, representing
the men, say a few words.

Show the lieutenant governor
what it's about here.

What we're like.
The spirit we have.

- Right.
- I'm sorry, warden.

Why not? The answer's no.

Don't tell me you can't make
speeches.

You could talk a coyote
out of a chicken.

Look, you asked me to start 'em
taking baths.

I did it, it was a lot of fun.

You wanted me
to help build this place. Sure.

Something to pass the time.
Better than swinging a pickax.

But I'm not giving speeches
to make you look good, warden.

- That's not the idea.
- I'm not gonna be your boy.

That's not what I'm asking...
= of course it is!

Where's whinner's paintings?

- What's that got to do with it?
- Where are they?

Would you want those hanging on
the walls of a prison mess hall?

Why not?

Hm.

Help keep their minds
off the food.

Tell me, when are you
gonna hang coy?

When?

Next week.
I just got the word yesterday.

But you weren't letting it out
till after tomorrow.

- Thought it'd be easier on him.
- And you.

And your grand opening
of a goddamn mess hall.

Warden. Whinner's here.
= what is it?

Said you sent for him to make
some changes on the paintings.

- Tell him to wait.
- Yes, sir.

Woodward: Believe me,
I've put in enough pleas

for clemency to choke a horse.

All I got back was
"the law is the law."

The law? No law told you
to build this!

No law told you
to get a new doctor

or teach 'em to read
or give 'em baths.

But hanging a 17-year-old kid

who didn't know
what the hell he was doing.

Who'd know the difference
if you buried a box of garbage?

Who'd care anyway?

It's my duty to uphold the law.

I'm sworn to uphold the law,
you son-of-a-bitch.

Right.

That's what I am,

but so are you, warden.

Make your own speeches.

Now, warden?

- Mr. strong.
- Hello, Woody.

Hope you had a pleasant trip.

It was just god-awful.

Get the doc!

- It's in my belly, doc.
- Alright. Move him.

Take him into the hospital.

Gently. Gently.

Alright, men, break it up!

Form the lines again and let's
get this yard cleaned up.

Pick up the pace.

Miss brundidge.

Sit down, everybody.

In a few minutes,
you'll be eating the first meal

in the new dining hall.

Gentlemen, prisoners.

Your warden has asked me
here today

to, uh, see this new building.

He seemed to think
it was pretty big onions

that you built it yourself.

Well, it's a pretty fair job,
I'd say.

Pretty fair job.

But if some of you had applied
yourselves this way before,

you wouldn't be here now.

Still, still, I guess you do
have reason to be proud.

Come to think of it,
I, uh, suppose

this is the only dining hall
in the world

ever built by murderers
and bandits,

even rapists.

Begging your pardon, miss.

This territory has laws
for men to live by

and that's the real point
of everything.

When you haven't got laws.
You've got lawlessness.

And that leads to crime.

Chicken?

I practically ain't seen chicken

since I studied anatomy.

- Enjoy it, doc.
- Thank you.

Say, kid, what's going on
over there?

In honor of the new mess hall

the governors giving everybody
a full pardon.

Mm, what have we got
for supper here?

Chicken.

Now.

I tore my pants.
I'll be right back.

Jessie: In the fell clutch of
circumstance

I have not winced
nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning's
of chance

my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of
wrath and tears

looms but the horror
of the shade.

And yet the menace of the years

finds, and shall find me,
unafraid.

It matters not
how strait the gate

how charged with
punishments the..

Where's tobaccy?

- 1 don't know.
- I am the master of my fate.

He must've slipped out.

I am the captain of my soul.

We'll say grace now.

Lord, for what we are
about to receive

make us properly grateful.

Warden.

Warden, I'd like to say
a little something

oh behalf of the men.

You go right ahead.

Here's what I mean.

He's the kind of man
I was talking about.

Mm.

On behalf of the men
I'd like to express

to the lieutenant governor
and to you, warden,

and to the schoolteacher

and the other
distinguished guests

and all those law-abiding
citizens out there

just how much all this means
to us in here.

Imagine, after all we've been,
all we've done to society...

We get chicken and green peas

and mashed potatoes.

Hey, kid.

What's going on?

You know you're not supposed
to be in here.

That's the way they're
going out. Block it up!

Now.

Gordon!

Gordon!

Gordon!

Gordon!

Jessie: Gordon!

The guns! Where's the kid?
= huh?

Well, he went after them.

Twenty-five acres shot to hell!

What am I gonna tell the bank?

That's it.

I'm done for.

- Well, where's the kid?
- Dudley, there's the wagon.

You and Cyrus get in there
and be ready.

Once that gate's open,
we'll all pile in and take off.

Alright, coy, now's your chance.

Get that gate open.

We'll keep them off your back.

I thought we were going out
the gate.

That's how they think we'd go.

But coy?

That boy's due to hang
next week.

So, what's the difference?

This way he's got a chance.

- Come on.
- And them other two?

Now you wouldn't wanna run with
them two old daisies, now,

would you? Would you?

Come on.

Paris!

Goddamn, we made it!
Free and clear!

Floyd.

- This is as far as you go.
- Huh?

This is as far as you go, Floyd.

No, I'm going with you.

You sold out your own gang.
I couldn't risk that.

Someday you're just liable to
turn me in.

No. I wouldn't do that to you,
Paris.

Ask lopeman. I'm your friend!

Where are they?
They ought to be here by now.

They ain't coming.

Ain't coming?
What do you mean ain't coming?

Paris said, he was gonna
meet us here...

Cyrus.

They ain't coming.

See these specs?

They ain't real,
just plain window glass.

Whole thing's been a swindle,
Cyrus, and we've been taken.

All the way down the line.

And what are we
waiting here for?

We got the wagon.
The gate's open!

No, Cyrus.

But it's clear sailin! Oh!

Even if we got out,
they'd catch us by nightfall.

I've... I've only got
17 months left to do here.

Soon as I can,
I'm gonna find some work,

get us a nice little house
in a good little town.

By the time you get out

I'll have it all ready
and waiting for you.

- But, du...
- That's the way of it, Cyrus.

That's what we're gonna do.

Damn it, Dudley! Come back here!

I mean it, Dudley,
I really mean it this time!

In all my days,
I never met such an ornery,

mulish, stubborn.

It's just like that time
in Albuquerque.

I said it then and I say it now,
we're finished.

Finished. We're quits.

You are, without a doubt,

the most pigheaded,
stupid son-of-a...

Fish piss.

We've rounded up ten more.

Take my advice
and hang five of 'em,

keep the rest of them in line.

How many still on the loose?

We haven't found your boy,
if that's what you mean.

That's what I mean.
He's mine. I mean to get him.

I believe it.
= I mean to kill him.

Big territory.
Where'll you look?

He stole the money
near Smithfield.

He must've hid it around there.

That's where's he'll be,
and that's where I'll be.

Woman: Hold it right there,
mister.

Watch where you're going,
mister.

This parrot has been sick.

Excuse me, both of you.

Two years a widow. Can't see how
a woman like you could stand it.

Shut up, horse thief.

Paris: Bet he wasn't this good.
Woman: Shut up. Shut up.

Well, hello there.
Come on in and rest yourself.

You know a man named
Paris pitman?

- Never heard of him.
- Yes, you did.

Man who stole all that money.
They caught him here.

Oh, why, that boy is in prison,
ain't he?

- You the law?
- That's right.

Well, why don't you
come on in anyway?

Yeah, it's a pretty good fit.

A little bit tight.

Hey, he must've been
a mite skimpy

around the shoulders too, huh?

Yes, he was.

I wish he was here right now.
Instead of you.

Hasta la luego.

Brushing up on my Spanish.

You ever been to Mexico, huh?
Yeah.

Thanks for the horse.

You want something?

Any men here? = no.

Do you live alone?
= I'm a widow.

You're not answering
my question.

You seen any men
around here lately?

You're the first one I've set
eyes on for three weeks.

That mule I spotted in your
corral, mighty fine-looking,

considering she's been in jail.

Oh, shit.

Giddap.

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