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[full moon entertainment theme]

[wind blowing]

[music playing]

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

[creature cooing]

[creature screeching]

[chewing]

[horse whinnying]

[people shouting]

[horse whinnying]

[ominous music]

Goddamn vulture.

[spits]

[honky-tonk piano playing]

[gasping]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[piano stops playing]

Miss Kitty.

[piano resumes playing]

Mr. Gaunt.

You're the only one who's ever happy to see me.

Everyone is dead when they see you.

MARSHALL STONE: Have you ever considered the possibility, Mr.

Gaunt, that people don't welcome you cause you

scared the shit out of them?

I mean, when you show up, people die.

It's not cause and effect, Marshal.

I simply had a knack for being in the right place

at the right time.

[ominous music]

[glass tightening]

[glass smashing]

[more glass smashing]

[metal squeaking]

BOTH: I'll raise you--

100

50.

100.

50.

Aces and eights.

[MACHINE PLAYING - GOLD DIGGERS OF 1993, "WE'RE IN THE MONEY"]

[ominous music]

[glass continuing to smash]

Redeye.

REDEYE: Get the hell out of here.

Move!

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Dead man's hands.

They say no Altearth that Wild Bill

Hickok was holding aces and eights when he was shot dead.

S-- superstitions from some old planet light-years away.

Right, Marshal?

Whatever you say, Miss Kitty.

Mm-- meow!

[glass continuing to smash]

[ominous music]

[electrical zapping]

Well, I say dump this card game, come upstairs with me,

and we'll play some strip poker.

It's the only game I love to lose.

[chuckles] Oh, reow, I had them sharpened just for you.

REDEYE: Marshal Stone!

[piano stops playing]

Stone, get your ass out here!

[ominous music]

[gasping]

I'm calling you out, Stone.

What's the matter?

Not mad enough to face me?

Or maybe you're too much man?

Too much hu-man, And we all know what gutless

cowards humans are, don't we?

Ah.

I'll be waiting.

Come on, Marshal.

We got better things to do.

It's a matter of respect, Miss Kitty.

Some things cannot be ignored.

Don't worry.

I won't hurt him.

[electrical whirring]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Right there will do just fine.

You've got a problem, Redeye?

Yeah!

Yeah, I've got a problem!

You, Marshal.

That won't be a problem much longer.

MARSHALL STONE: You are a sick individual.

Damn right, I am!

I'm sick of you.

I'm sick of the Galaxico.

I'm sick of the guilt. I'm sick of all this crap!

But I got me a heavy-caliber vaccine to cure my ills.

Is that a fact?

Definitely.

Lights out, Marshal.

[mutters nervously]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[screams]

[gasps]

[screams]

Nice catch.

Practice makes perfect.

[moans]

MISS KITTY: [sobs]

[flies buzzing]

[hisses]

[screams]

[whirring]

[gasping]

I guess the force field wasn't working up to snuff today!

[snickers]

[hisses]

[somber music]

[DISTORTED] No!

[sobs] You son-of-a-bitch!

[pensive music]

[gasps]

[whip cracking]

Not so fast, half-breed.

Boys.

Much better.

[whip cracking]

You won't be needing this anymore.

[electric zapping]

[spits]

[shrieks]

No point in my messing up such a prime pussy as yourself.

[hisses]

Bork!

Attend to Deputy Stell Barr, would you, please?

[snickers]

So much for guild interference.

Thanks to that load of daconium we found,

this town is up for grabs.

And I know he's going to be the biggest grabber.

[snickers]

[ominous music]

[whirring]

Great, just what I needed--

more gold.

[ominous music]

[groans]

[growling]

[yells]

[screeching]

[whimpers]

It's a good day to die.

[gunshot]

[screeching]

For scorps, maybe.

For what purpose am I saved?

I have nothing.

Well, if you have nothing, then

you don't have to worry about losing what you got.

You're wrong.

There's no death to be reached when one cannot sink lower.

Well, things could be worse, so live.

Who are you?

Zack-- Zack Stone.

Zack Zack Stone, either untie me or kill me,

just stop talking.

That was a pretty nasty scorp heading your way.

Lucky for you, it was a baby.

The adults usually wait for nighttime to forage.

[groans]

What's your name?

I am Buteo.

Buteo.

Let's get some water inside you, Buteo.

And then you can tell--

No!

No drink.

No food.

Not until I have buried my family.

[groans]

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

[grunts]

We've got to plan our next moves carefully.

Just because the marshal's dead don't

mean this town rolls over.

He's right.

We can't simply shoot everyone.

[snickering]

Now that the marshal's dead and that's cyborg deputy of his

is no problem, as long as we have our stash of daconium,

we're going to show the good people of Oblivion

the great advantages to a town run by Redeye

and his dedicated associates.

Oh, yeah!

Hear, hear!

Associ-what?

Gangs, Bork.

Oh, right.

REDEYE: Excuse me, Bork.

I have hemorrhoids smarter than you!

Oh.

[chuckles] Huh?

REDEYE: Spanner, you will work the town.

Be charming, be polite, be sympathetic.

But point out the guild was choking us with their rules

and restrictions anyway.

Keep Bork with you as backup, just to remind folks

who the muscle is around here.

Wormhole, spread the word of what's happened.

Head out to the last stop cantina at the outskirts

of the Badlands.

And then make your way back to Oblivion.

No problem, rojo ojo.

Oh, sorry.

Lash, you just be yourself.

[chuckles]

We just might have one teeny, weeny problem.

I hear Stone has a son out prospecting somewhere.

Hasn't been back to Oblivion in years from what they say.

You don't think I should be concerned with him, do you?

[inhales] I don't think you should

be concerned about anyone.

All of you on your way.

Uh, Lash, there's a few things I think--

I think we ought to take care of.

[moans] I was thinking the same thing.

[gasps] Move!

[gasps] Oh!

[moans]

Aren't you going to ask me to be gentle?

You've got to be kidding?

[laughs]

[moans]

[door creaking]

[whirring]

Well, I got the sonic protectors up.

That'll keep the night scorps away.

Want to talk about it?

No.

OK.

I'll just keep asking until you do.

BUTEO: Killed my wife.

My children.

They took everything.

Even a mirror talisman of mine, which is useless to them

but has been in my family for generations.

All that is left to me is this.

[whirring]

Lead lined?

BUTEO: It contains the rays, yes.

My wife made this for me.

It is the first bit of daconium we ever found.

Now it is the last that I own.

No, I couldn't.

Do not insult me.

It is yours.

[owl hooting]

[horse panting]

Who did this to you?

I only saw one of them clearly since it was so dark.

If I see him again, however, he will die.

That's pointless.

BUTEO: Pointless?

My family's spirits cry out to be avenged!

Vengeance is a hollow pursuit.

It will not bring your family back to life.

[howling]

As you wish.

ZACK STONE: What is it?

BUTEO: A man is coming this way.

You can tell that just by looking into your cup?

The liquid.

Reflections are magic if you know how to read them.

So who is this visitor?

He is the one called Gaunt.

Gaunt?

The funeral man?

Must be because he found me.

Gaunt only appears before death, not after.

Then why is he heading here?

Unless one of us is going to die!

You would run, Zack Zack Stone?

Well, I should Come on, help me pack this stuff up.

If you run into a den of night scorps

you will only hasten the fate you seek to flee.

GAUNT: Excuse the intrusion, gentlemen.

Zachary Stone?

Well, how did you find me?

I looked.

The night scorps did not attack you?

For some reason, they see me and simply scuttle away.

Odd, isn't it?

I bring unfortunate tidings.

Your father has met an untimely alleviation of existence.

He has shuffled off this mortal coil.

Closed the curtain on our veil of tears.

He cavorts with the heavenly choir at this particular point

in eternity's endless march.

What?

He's dead.

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Jim, beam me up.

[groans]

[glass smashing]

Whiskey.

The saloon's down the street, Doc, in the cat house.

They cut me off there.

Ha!

Good for them.

Sell me a bottle.

Like hell.

All right.

[chuckles] Give me a bottle.

Look, we're closed.

But I'll go in the back and make you some coffee.

I didn't ask for coffee!

I want booze!

Now!

This is my place and nobody orders me around, Doc.

Not even you.

As much as I love you.

I love you too, Mattie.

[ominous music]

Now give me that goddamn booze!

Doc, it wasn't your fault. It must have been daconium.

That had to have been what screwed it up.

I promised him I'd protect him.

MATTIE: [sighs]

Doc, you want the coffee or not?

I'm sorry I scared you, Mattie.

Oh, it's OK, Doc.

I know you wouldn't really hurt me.

[sighs]

Hell, stupid thing ain't even loaded.

[gunshot]

Ch!

[music playing]

GAUNT: We have company.

ZACK STONE: I can see that.

Well, let me understand this.

You didn't want me to save your life, but now that I have,

you're staying with me.

That is correct.

But why?

You need me.

I don't need you.

You do not recognize the fact that you need me.

In that lies your greatest need.

Fine.

Whatever.

I'm going in here.

Why?

It seems the most distasteful place.

MAN: You can have the map.

Forget about the box.

Forget about the weights.

I got to get going.

I'm in a rush.

I'm telling you.

You owe me.

Just give me the 50.

Give it to me now, I'll get lost.

W-- what are you doing?

I told you I'd wait.

What the hell is that?

I already waited.

I told you, 3.5.

Hey.

And I happen to know what the going rate for daconium is.

I mean, the rate.

You, uh, you don't exactly look,

uh, mathematically inclined.

I added it up on my watch-comp.

It's guaranteed-- guaranteed reliable.

Guaranteed!

Now, I know that you know that I know that you owe me 5497,

decimal point after the seven.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Uh, you're slightly off my, mm, about, uh, 5,000.

What?

What kind of a scam are you running here?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

3 grams, mm, about, uh, 18%, see?

See?

That's, uh, mm, 300 dirks.

Now you can take it or you can leave it.

This is a scam.

I'm getting scammed!

My watch-comp comes with a guarantee.

Guarantee!

Hey, buddy, maybe your lead-lined

case leaked and your daconium threw

your watch-comp out of whack.

What's 2 plus 2?

Ask it.

[beeping]

5497.

54-- that ain't right.

That ain't right.

Uh, look on the bright side, Einstein, uh,

300 will be just enough, just enough

to buy you a new watch-comp.

[giggles]

Watch this guy.

Buster, it's been a while.

Zack.

Listen to me, fellas.

He killed Galaxico, everybody.

They'll be crawling to us under Redeye's leadership, Mm?

Mm.

But Redeye needs men--

the right kind of men.

No, uh, nebula boys.

You know what I mean.

I'm here looking for people who want to sign up.

MAN: What's in it for us?

You get to be a part of the winning team, huh?

You get our biannual newsletter.

You, uh, you learn the secret handshake.

ALL: Ooh!

But most important, you get our official better

red than dead buttons so that everybody knows

you've picked the right side.

[chuckles]

[groans]

Are you satisfied with that amount?

I'm satisfied.

That much closer to buying my passage off this rock.

You could probably have done better in Oblivion.

Look, I'm not Mr. Popular in that town, all right?

Do you wish to discuss it.

No.

Very well.

I will just keep asking until you do.

Look, it's not like I wish my father's death or anything.

You have to understand.

He tried to make me be--

BUTEO: Yes?

--something I could never be.

What?

Him.

Well, well, well.

Look who it is.

The gutless son of the late Marshal.

I really don't want to fight here, OK.

People the gutless one really doesn't

want to fight today, OK?

I hate nebula boys.

Zeke.

[ominous music]

His name is Zack.

Oh, yeah, Zeke, this, uh, native is your friend?

[dramatic music]

Buteo, this guy isn't worth it.

I really can't hurt anyone.

Who cares what he says.

People like him seek out weakness to exploit to destroy.

If you present yourself as weak, he will attack.

Let him go.

Please?

[groans]

[gasping]

No! Enough!

Buteo, stop it!

[groaning]

[quirky music]

[glass smashing]

No, wait a minute here.

I don't want any trouble from you guys.

Buteo, let's get it out of--

here!

[gnawing]

WORMHOLE: What are you doing?

[yells]

[laughter]

[groaning]

I'm sorry.

[ominous music]

[gasping]

Gaunt!

Don't go!

Don't leave because nebula boys are going to die.

Are you dead sure about that?

What happened to, uh, I don't want to hurt anybody?

Well, I don't want to hurt anyone.

Unfortunately, you happen to be standing right

where my gun's about to go off.

No!

Boo!

[whimpers]

I think I'll have a beer, my good fellow.

A schlitz.

Oh, um, um--

we're out of schlitz.

Then, buster, you're out of beer.

[rooster crowing]

[gasps] Where's my gun?

It's under the register.

I was afraid you might shoot off something you'd need later on.

[groans]

[doorbell jingling]

I'll be right back.

May I help--

[dramatic music]

Good day, Miss Mattie.

Get out of my store.

Why, Mattie, I'm appalled.

Is that any way to talk to a customer?

It's how I talk to murderers.

Oh, is that what you call a fair fight--

murder?

That's what I call gunning down the best man in town.

Are you going to put up with that kind of talk

from Suzy Homemaker there, Redeye?

Miss Mattie, I've always been very fond of you,

you know that.

Would you like to know why?

Because I'm female and have a pulse.

[chuckles] No.

Because you're a lady, a lady in the best sense of the word.

There's not near enough ladies in Oblivion.

Oh, hard to believe they could pass up the ambience.

[mumbles]

Doesn't it bother your girlfriend you coming here

telling me how wonderful I am?

No, I'm not the jealous type.

Besides, there is plenty of Redeye to go around.

More for you then.

I don't think you quite understand, Miss Mattie.

I am the future of this town.

I'm giving you a chance to get in at the ground floor.

Providing I let you get in.

That right?

This is my store.

Get the hell out!

Get out!

And what a nice store it is.

Don't you think?

Was.

[chuckles]

Well said.

Stop it!

[screams]

What the hell?

Ethyl.

[whistles]

[whimpers]

[snickers] Oops!

[snickers]

Stop it!

Get out!

Shop-- till you drop.

Oh, my god, candy.

I love candy.

Delicious!

[groans]

LASH: Really darling, your taste in jewelry.

Now, let's see.

Anything else?

Get out!

[sobs]

Anymore cocoa in the back?

[snickers]

The next one who so much as twitches dies.

[dramatic music]

I do believe she's asking us to leave, my friends.

[crashing]

Nice place.

[snickers]

MATTIE: [sobs]

He likes you, Mattie.

[SOBBING] Get out.

And you know what?

I like you too.

We could have a great time together.

MATTIE: [whimpers]

Instead, all you've got is the totally thrashed store.

Now if you ask me, you might want

to do some thinking about what you want out of life.

You--

You got the hots for Redeye and Miss Priss.

What about me, Lash, huh?

What do you got for me?

I'm 10 times the man that lizard head could ever be.

[moans] Prove it.

Who found that big stash of daconium for Redeye, huh?

[chuckles] You got to do more than jump claims before

you can jump me, Spanner.

Besides, a real man would have kept it for himself instead

of turning it over to Redeye.

But then you wouldn't know anything about that, now,

would you?

Ha!

ZACK STONE: Oblivion, home sweet home.

[music playing]

Heave.

The funeral will be held later today.

I'll have one of my assistants summon you.

Well, thank you for your help.

Hee-yah.

More disrespect.

He was always so tidy and methodical.

[pensive music]

My father showed me this box once.

He told me it contained his most personal

effects, his most cherished valuables and memories.

And if anything ever happened to him,

he wanted me to have it all.

And that's why you came back here, isn't it?

You hoped that there's enough in there

to buy passage off Oblivion.

Buteo, I don't belong in this place.

Pop never understood that.

This world dries up your soul.

There are some who find beauty in the most bleak surroundings.

You know, now I know why I needed you.

Because I'd never be able to come up

with all these pointless and oblique philosophies

by my lonesome.

Son of a bitch Son of a bitch!

STELL BARR: Hey, what's going on out there?

We got company.

Get me out of here!

I don't know.

She looks dangerous.

I'm the deputy, you moron.

Well, the ex-deputy.

Deputy?

Yes, that's right genius, the deputy, Stell Barr, OK?

Now pick up the keys and let me out.

So-- you're Zack.

Marshal mentioned you.

Yeah?

When?

Every now and then.

Whenever he was drunk and pissed.

He said you were a coward.

Zack is no coward.

I owe him my life.

Zack here rescued you?

That is correct.

Hmm.

How nice of you to think about someone other than yourself.

Why am I letting you out of here?

Zack Stone thinks about everyone except himself.

That is his weakness.

It's also his strength.

Is that so.

I know him better than any living being.

I have read his heart and his soul.

How long have you known him?

Two days.

Sounds like a quick read.

So you're going to take over being marshal now?

Look, kiddo, I'm a cyborg, OK?

As much machine as human.

I don't want the top job.

Aside from the fact that I have no desire

to be the number one target on the planet,

Redeye has a huge stash of daconium.

A fair fight, [snickers] that's one thing.

But he can short me out with that stuff with no problem.

I'm not messing with those odds.

So you're a quitter.

Look who's talking.

[scoffs] Look, I wasn't hired to do a job.

No.

You just walked out on your father.

GAUNT: The Marshal once mentioned to me

that should it be necessary, he'd prefer

a closed-casket ceremony.

He wished you remember him as he was.

MAN: B 9!

For, my dear friends, what is the body,

but a meaningless shell.

A receptacle for the spirit that makes us all what we are.

MAN: N 34!

Can't we postpone the bingo game?

It's disrespectful!

It's Thursday.

We always have bingo on Thursdays.

WOMAN: Bingo!

ALL: Thank god.

Find a seat, please.

[gasps]

Were you a friend of the Marshals?

Me?

Not really.

GAUNT: The Marshal died as he lived, fighting

for what he believed in.

[sobbing]

Rather than chatter on myself, I'd like the Marshal's son

to say a few words.

Go.

Now, go!

MAN: [WHISPERS] Is that his son?

WOMAN: [WHISPERS] I don't know.

Hey, pop.

Most of you don't know me.

Some of you do and probably wish you didn't.

Sometimes I-- I think my father felt the same way.

I know he did.

MAN: G 49.

It's Thursday.

Oh.

Well, we didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.

He felt we were too different.

But the fact is we were actually more alike than either of us

was willing to let on.

I remember when I was 17--

MAN: I 17.

Oh, Christ!

My point is, my father taught me the most important lesson

a man can teach his son, that you've got to stick to what

you believe in no matter what.

Sometimes that even means not being a hero,

even if somebody wants you to--

MAN: B 1.

--be one.

MAN: Amen, to that.

And the point is that it was this very lesson that tore

us apart, the fact that we--

we just didn't believe in the same things.

REDEYE: Right, one of you didn't believe in having any guts.

[gasping]

[ominous music]

[snickers]

MAN: G 48.

[gasping]

ALL: It's Thursday.

Oh.

MAN: O 53.

So you're the Marshal's boy?

I'm the Marshal's killer.

What are you going to do about it?

[snickers]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Who says diamonds are a girl's best friend, huh?

Robo-bitch.

[crowd murmuring]

There will be no violence in this place.

I'm not talking to you.

There will be no violence in this place!

MAN: G 44.

Just came to pay our respects.

MAN: N 40.

REDEYE: Didn't want to miss seeing the dearly departed off.

I do have some ethics.

[snickers]

MAN: B 5.

REDEYE: Well, peace lover.

You really don't care if I pay for what I did?

Oh, you're going to pay.

I'm just not going to be the bill collector.

We're gone!

MAN: O 52.

Your daddy must have really hated your guts.

MAN: Bingo!

[murmuring and grumbling]

[somber music]

GAUNT: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Yea, though I fly through the black hole of death,

I fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Don't see many natives around here.

Buteo, is it?

Yes, Buteo.

They say native men have incredible respect for women.

That is true.

They also say native men make the best lovers.

And how is that?

Well, because of--

your stamina and endurance, your sensitivity, and, uh, well,

the remarkable size of your, uh, your, uh--

Feet?

Yes.

Your feet.

Come on, Kitty.

Let's go get drunk.

Doctor's orders.

ZACK STONE: Excuse me.

I didn't get your name.

Mattie Chase.

How well did you know my father, Miss Chase?

Well enough to know that I respected him, Mr. Stone.

He was a good man.

You should have stood up for him in there.

One violent act leads to another and then another

in turn.

And I won't be part of that cycle.

What does violence have to do with standing up for somebody

that you love?

Well, I want people not to hurt.

Life is hurt, Mr. Stone.

You can't separate the two.

I'm wasting my time talking to you because you're

not listening to me.

Well, obviously, you see some point to it.

Don't you get it?

You're a dreamer.

My husband was just like you.

He had faith in this world.

He said we were pioneers.

And after spending all our savings

getting the general store set up, he got killed!

He got killed by night scorps.

He left me with a mountain of debt

and a dream but no dreamer.

All alone.

It's bullshit!

I know it's bullshit, Mr. Stone.

Obviously, you're the one without any hope here,

Miss Mattie.

Maybe you ought to climb in that grave over there

with your husband and be done with it.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

You're right!

I'm not!

Hey, Doc, you in there?

DOC VALENTINE: Yeah, what do you want?

Knew you'd be here sooner or later.

Well, how could I come all the way back to Oblivion

and not say hey to Doc Valentine?

How are you doing, Doc?

How the hell do you think?

[dramatic music]

MAN: Come on!

[honky-tonk piano playing]

Come on!

Do it! Do it!

Do it!

Come on!

Come on!

Get him!

Hold him.

Hold him!

[chatter]

Let's go.

Don't give up.

Hold it tight!

Hold it real tight.

My money.

Hold it.

[inaudible] his eyes that turn to gold.

Come!

This is not your usual hangout, Mattie.

I can't believe that lousy son of his.

Zack's a good kid.

Chip off the old block.

Trouble is, he's an empath.

What's an empath?

Mm, someone who experiences what

you experience only more so.

When you suffer, he suffers.

One day about five years ago, there was a robbery

with a gunman named Groth.

Zack had to hunt him down and kill him.

That's when Zack left town for good.

Why?

When he killed Groth, he told me

he felt everything Groth felt. I guess that was when he decided

he'd never take another life.

He also realized he would be no use to his father, maybe

even a danger, so he left.

And his mother?

She vanished a long time ago.

[growling]

[laughter]

Hey!

So who's next?

Come on, anybody.

I can keep this up all day.

Would you play this game as a true man for true stakes?

I can take anything you can dish out, native.

Are you familiar with the creature called the mon-ding?

No.

Rather poisonous.

I purchased this one at the Cimarron exotic pet shop

down the street.

Sudden movements attract them.

[growling]

They are also very irritable and detest being shaken up.

[growling]

[ominous music]

You got one of them ding things in there?

That it, native?

[snickers]

That is correct.

If there's one thing the mon-ding detests even more

than being shaken up, is fear.

It will attack any source of fear that it senses.

And that which knows fear burns at the mon-dings touch.

Burns and dies.

So you challenge me to a deathmatch, huh, native?

Why should I?

Otherwise, these men will know you as a coward.

[scoffs]

It's your funeral.

Stand back, please!

[gasping]

[growling]

Are you ready, tough guy?

In the name of all that is sacred to me, I am ready.

1, 2, 3, go!

[growling]

[gasping]

You're going to die, native.

Ain't you afraid?

I feel nothing.

Least of all, a man who would kill a family,

stake off the father, all for daconium.

That was you?

[growling]

If I die this day, I swear by the great God Kuk,

I will haunt you until the day you die.

And I will see you in hell!

[growling]

[shouting]

Pain in the neck.

[gnawing]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[gunshots]

Woo-hah!

[groans]

[laughs]

Howdy!

[groans]

Not so fast, Pocahontas.

[groans]

[claps hands]

[speaking spanish]

Glad you could join us.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[no audio]

Bork, get out here now!

Aw, nuts!

[groans]

We're going to have us a trial!

[ominous music]

Something's going on out there,

and I don't like the feel of it.

REDEYE: Stop right there, junior!

This has got nothing to do with you.

He is right, Zack.

This is not your concern.

You take your hands off of him.

All right.

Now what are you going to do?

[snickers] Make a citizen's arrest?

It is my road to walk, Zack.

And I will walk it alone.

Actions have consequences.

My actions, my consequences.

And you better watch out or I'm going to blow a hole in you

like I did your bionic deputy.

Stell?

Great scotty!

[snickers]

Doc!

I'm coming!

I'm coming.

I don't like this one bit.

I cannot get any work done in here.

[DISTORTED] I am the only law this town has slept left.

I have got to be here to hold down the fort.

If I don't fix you up, you won't be holding down anything.

Zack, get me that tricorder there.

STELL BARR: [groans]

[dramatic music]

[mutters incoherently]

Why did they [inaudible] anyway, huh?

Why?

[groans]

[snickers]

Power it down, Lash.

Too much charge will knock him out.

I want him to feel the pain.

Naturally.

Native!

You stand accused of murder, how do you plead?

This is no court of law.

It's as close as you're going to get.

That man, Spanner, murdered my family.

Well, we only have your word for that, don't we?

The word of a murderer!

Yeah.

The fight was fair.

Everyone saw!

What I see is I've got a dead man and an uppity native.

Is that what you all see?

[cheering]

What I see is that my course was clear.

I see that there are times when you do what should be done.

And there are times when you do--

[yawns]

BUTEO: --what must be done.

It is never a clear choice.

[sighs] Mm.

You do what you have to do.

I love the way this guy talks!

[applause]

Are you done?

Because we really got to get started here.

[spits]

Lash!

[snickers] OK, boys, give me some room.

Mama's going to have herself some fun!

[snickers] Yee-haw!

[whip cracking]

[yells]

DOC VALENTINE: The bullet did some damage.

There's no exit through that arm, but--

[DISTORTED] You promised me weeks ago

you'd put in an access panel.

Damn it, Stell!

I'm a doctor, not a magician!

[whip cracking]

[yells]

[cheering]

[snickering]

This is going to hurt.

[DISTORTED] Do it!

[shouts]

[groans]

[shouts]

[whip cracking]

[groans]

[groans]

[snickering]

[whip cracking]

[groans]

[yells]

[groans]

[whip cracking]

[yells]

[groans]

[whip cracking]

[yells]

Stop it!

Stop!

That's enough!

Don't get your knickers in a knot, princess.

It'll all be over soon.

What's the problem, Miss Mattie?

He's just a native.

I won't stand by and watch you kill a man.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

[dramatic music]

Boss.

[scoffs] Look.

MATTIE: [whimpers]

Actions have consequences.

You get out of town or I'll kill you.

You ain't going to kill nobody.

For one thing, Gaunt ain't around.

And second, you ain't got the guts.

Are you willing to bet your life on that?

[chuckles] Don't give me that shit, nebula boy.

We both know you got sympathy.

[gunshot]

[yells]

[gunshots]

REDEYE: [yells]

Get him!

[gunshots]

[yells]

[gunshot]

[uplifting music]

[gunshots]

All right.

Who else?

ZACK STONE: Who is with Redeye now?

We don't need no stinking badges!

ZACK STONE: Watch out, Mattie.

[gunshot]

I am sorry, Zack, truly I am.

It's OK.

Right worldview, wrong world.

You did what you had to do, kid.

It must've hurt you, Zack, shooting all those men.

What's it matter to you, Mattie.

You got what you wanted.

Me killing for the right reasons.

I hope you're happy, goddamn it!

[sighs]

[doorbell jingling]

[dramatic music]

[muffled scream]

[snickers] We couldn't bear to leave you behind, princess.

We like you too much.

[sniffs] [moans]

[whimpers]

Delicious.

[squeals]

[yells]

Ooh, that must really hurt!

No, you idiot, you're standing on my foot!

[sloshing]

[ominous music]

Ew!

Look!

Handy, isn't it?

[honky-tonk piano playing]

[people chattering]

DOC VALENTINE: Good to have the law back in town.

This may sound like cold comfort,

but your daddy would've been proud.

ZACK STONE: Yeah?

Your ma, too.

I never knew her.

I did.

Yeah?

What was she like?

She just said you were a hero.

STELL BARR: That makes you, marshal, if you want the job.

You're empowered to make me marshal?

Oh, hell, kiddo, another two drinks in me,

I'm going to make you emperor of the goddamn galaxy.

Well, you're awful quiet.

I have said thank you.

I have apologized for having a hand in making you

what you did not wish to be.

Beyond that, I have nothing to say.

Nothing to say?

Buteo has nothing to say!

Drinks for everyone!

[cheering]

Except--

Cancel that!

[complaining]

--your anger at Mattie was misplaced.

He's right, you know?

He's right, you know?

Is he ever wrong?

STELL BARR AND BUTEO: No

[gasping] [piano stops playing]

GAUNT: As you were.

I thought you would want to know, I'm about to head

out to the Badlands.

[piano resumes playing]

What's in the Badlands?

Probably, Redeye.

That's his favorite hidey-hole whenever he's in trouble.

Someone is going to die there.

ZACK STONE: Well, Mr. Psychic, give Redeye my regards.

What's going to get him, night scorps?

I never know the who or the how,

just the when and the where.

You know, I was a little rough with Mattie.

Maybe I ought to run over to the general store

and have a little talk with her.

That is good.

She isn't there.

Where is she?

With the people I saw escorting her out of town,

I assume.

[gasps] Out of town!

Where out of town?

The Badlands.

Attention, everybody.

Redeye's kidnapped Miss.

Mattie.

And we're getting a posse together

and going after them to put an end

to this thing once and for all!

[cheering]

I hear he's hiding in the Badlands.

Mr. Gaunt's leading the way.

Who's with me?

[non-english]!

[chattering]

You guys sure know how to get them all riled up.

[dramatic music]

[howling]

Remember, watch out for night scorps.

And Redeye.

And non-payment of debts.

I tend to look at the big picture.

Look, it's real simple, we just

have to keep a lookout for anything and everything,

that's all.

You see anything in there besides your own reflection?

Something big.

I cannot quite make it out.

[ominous music]

[gunshot] - Oh!

Hit the deck!

WORMHOLE: [shouts]

Don't touch me again.

[snickers] What are you going to do, poke me to death?

[gunshot]

No, just give you the finger.

Aw, sweet dreams.

[yells]

[gunshot]

I'm going to get around the back of them.

How're you going to do that?

Ancient Native tactic, run like hell.

[gunshots]

I suggest you get the hell out of here, Zack.

Now what about Mattie?

We'll send her back when we're done with her.

[groans]

[WHISPERS] I'll slip around this way.

[gunshot]

[screams]

Miss Mattie!

[whimpers]

REDEYE: She's in deep shit now, boy!

Night scorps might be scared of all this noise,

but when they smell the blood, there'll be no stopping them.

[groans]

Don't you ever point a finger at me again.

Never cared for handguns anyway.

[yells]

[whimpers]

[growling]

[screams]

[growling]

[gunshots]

MATTIE: [screams]

It's OK.

It's OK.

Is it your leg?

Yes, it's fine!

Do you know how to reload, Mattie?

Yes!

You'll need this to keep the night scorps away.

Zack, look, you're out of ammo.

Let him be!

No way, Mattie, it ends here.

[sobs]

[dramatic music]

[howling]

Oh, shit.

Everybody keeps hurting me!

[whip cracking]

Oh!

[snickers] Surprise!

Ooh!

Now let's see how you do with max power.

Redeye!

[groaning]

[whip cracking]

Shit!

[growling]

How do you like it, boy?

The latest in miniature energy blasters.

So long, marshal.

[gunshot]

[groans]

A little slow on the draw.

Like father, like son.

Ah!

Daconium, turnarounds fair play, isn't it?

[groans]

How does it feel, knowing you gave up

everything you believe, all your dreams just

to fight scum like me?

I'm not--

I'm not f-- fighting against you.

I'm fighting for them.

Pretty words.

Unfortunately, your last.

[gasps]

[yells]

[groans]

[groans]

Gaunt!

The hell with it.

[yells]

[screams]

[growling]

[whimpers] [yells]

[screams]

[whip cracking]

What's the matter, native?

Won't fight back, huh?

I do not hurt women.

Oh!

A man with integrity.

I could go for you.

Geronimo!

[whip cracking]

[groans] Even you hurt me!

Even you! - No, no!

[yells]

Shit!

[yells]

[groans]

I am in your debt, still.

If there's anything I can do.

Can you lend me a hand?

[growling]

[yells]

[groans]

[pants]

[growling]

[gnawing]

I thought you were only into--

funerals and bodies.

There's always bingo.

[growling]

[uplifting music]

Feels like it's got the weight of the world hanging on it.

You wear it well.

Are you sure the scorps ate all of him?

Um, well, I mean, you know, no pieces left to regenerate?

Dead sure.

You aren't sorry, are you?

Well, a piece of me died with him, but better him

and me than innocent people.

Let's get on out of here.

Fast.

Yee-hah!

[music playing]