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(lively music)

- Beef steak, beef stew, beef loaf, beef roll, beef hash,

beef tongue, beef liver, beef a la mode, beef, beef, beef...

Don't anybody in this town eat anything else but beef?

- When you're in Rome, you got to do as the Romans do, Fuzz.

- Sure, read the rest of it.

- Royal beef, chopped beef, canned beef, corned beef,

brisket of beef, ribs of beef, tenderloin of beef,

grind beef, pickled beef, braised beef, beef, beef,

and more beef.

- [Sheriff Masters] Boys, decided what you gonna eat?

- Let me get another menu I want.

- [Sheriff Masters] What about you, Billy?

- Jeff and me ain't so particular.

- Fuzzy had so much beef in all his life

and can't eat any of it.

- Hmm, according to the law,

we're supposed to have anything we want for our last meal

and I insist on my right.

- (chuckles) Pay no attention to him, Sheriff.

Fuzzy's bark is worse than his bite.

- Make it easy on yourself.

Give us anything you have.

- [Sheriff Masters] Well, name your poison

and I'll try and get that for you.

- Well, ham and eggs is my favorite.

- [Sheriff Masters] You can have it and all you can eat.

- Now, be sure there's plenty of ham and gravy

and fried them eggs big side up, that's the way I like it.

Boy, I can taste them right now.

- Somehow or other, I don't relish this job

of hanging you boys at sundown.

- (chuckles) Neither do we.

- In spite of the evidence that showed you boys

killed Art Lake, somehow I can't believe it.

- That's mighty nice for you to say that, Sheriff.

- As a matter of fact, we never even set foot

on the Lake Ranch.

We never saw the man alive.

- Or dead.

- That's right.

- [Sheriff Masters] Too bad you couldn't prove

that in court.

(gunshots banging)

- I wonder what all the shooting's about.

- [Man] This key will open the cell door.

(key thuds)

And here's your guns.

You'll find your horses out in the back.

Now, get to them quick.

- Who is it?

(gunshots banging)

- [Billy] Come on boys, let's get out of here.

(gunshots banging)

(footsteps thumping)

- They saw a pot put over on me this time.

(horse hooves thumping)

- (chuckles) I've run up against a lot of funny things

in my time but this tops them all.

- This must mean that we have friends we don't know about.

- Ah, one day.

- Now I have to buy my ham and egg.

- And we clear to play that hot.

Let's move.

(horse hooves thumping)

- You're sure the three of them got away clean?

- There's no doubt about it.

- That's good.

Now we can go, but when he's in jail, it was no use to us.

But Montana, get Pete and Charley.

Put on their phony duds and get busy.

(horse hooves thumping)

- There she comes, Pete.

(gunshots banging)

- [Man] Come on, you, throw that box down.

(box thuds)

- All right, nice going, boys.

(horse hooves thumping)

(gunshots banging)

- What's your hurry, Fuzzy?

- What's bugging you? - Look at that.

- Ah.

Ah, they'll be accusing us of starting a civil war next.

- Dagnabbit, we never robbed or killed anybody.

- Nonetheless, we came within two shakes of getting our

neck stretched for the murder of a man we never even saw.

- Damn, he's right, Fuzz.

Now, sit down and cool off.

That all we can do to clear ourselves of this murder charge.

- And I'm getting tired of this

and I'm gonna do something about it.

- (chuckles) What?

- What, uh, well-

- (chuckles) Go ahead, Fuzzy,

name something that we can do.

- Well, uh, you and Billy could-

(Billy and Jeff laughs)

Go ahead and laugh, I'll think of something.

I'll, uh...

What's that I smell, coffee?

- Yeah, better have yourself a cup,

maybe it'll help you think.

I can't.

- What do you make of it Billy?

- Nah, it's the old story, Jeff.

Give a dog a bad name and-

(gunshots banging)

(horse hooves thumping)

Sounds like it's coming from over that ridge.

- [Jeff] Man, maybe we'd better go have a look, huh?

- There we go again.

I don't know, every time you brought us here

you want to get in. - Come on, come on,

quit discussing, Fuzzy, let's go.

(horse hooves thumping)

(gunshots banging)

I haven't taken a hand in that game.

- Yeah, three against one is too many.

- Jeff and me can handle them coyotes.

Billy, you take care of that fellow who's shot.

- Right, go ahead.

- Scatter!

- Stay away from me, Kid.

- Easy there, old timer, easy.

- Hey Jeff, did you s_ee that- (gunshots banging)

Hey!

What's the matter with you?

Hey, Billy.

Did you see ar!y- (gunshots banging)

Hey, this is me.

Have you gone crazy, too?

Well, you're not gonna get away with it.

- It looks like you've been collecting

a little lead there, Sheriff.

- Yeah, and you donated it,

but I ain't through yet, kid.

- Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I didn't shoot you.

(horse hooves thumping)

- Am I dreaming or who am I?

(gunshot bangs)

Look at that, a 45 hole in my best hat.

Well, if they think they're kidding me, they're crazy.

(horse hooves thumping)

- I don't get this.

- We're a long way from anywhere, Sheriff.

That wound's gonna fester if we don't get that bullet out.

- You're a fool if you take it out, Kid.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna do it anyway.

- I'm warning you, Kid.

If you do and I pull through, I'm tracking you down.

- It's gonna hurt.

- I can stand it if you can.

- How do you feel?

- All right, thanks.

- You'll be able to see through out again in a week or so.

(horse hooves thumping)

How'd you make out?

- They got away.

How's he?

- Yeah, he'll be all right.

- Put up your gun, you're among friends.

- I'm not so sure of that.

- What's with you now, Fuzzy?

- I don't like to be shot at by fellows I call friends.

Most of all, being shot at by myself.

Look at that, look at that.

A bullet hole put in there by me shooting at me and you,

my friends doing it first.

- Ah, you must be touched by the sun.

I've been right here all the time.

- I haven't seen you since we separated until right now.

- [Fuzzy] I'm Fuzzy Jones, eh?

- [Billy] Sure you are.

- I don't know whether I am or not.

Hey, give my whiskers a yank, will you?

I want to see if they're real.

(Billy laughs)

Go on, go on, give me a yank.

- You mean that?

- Certainly, I mean it.

It's the only way I can tell whether I'm asleep or awake.

- Okay, here goes. - Boom.

I guess me is me.

(Billy laughs)

- One of you three didn't jump me and it was three fellas

that looked exactly like you.

- You mean they were dressed like us?

- Exactly like you.

- That explains it.

I wasn't dreaming.

We're getting blamed for all those things we wasn't doing.

- [Jeff] Say, maybe that's the reason our would-be friend

saved our lives.

- That's right.

You remember Sheriff, we denied being anywhere near

Art Lake's place when he was shot.

- Yeah, yeah, I remember.

You claimed that.

Maybe I can help you.

- Looks like we're gonna need help, Sheriff.

- I know where they hold up and they know that I know it.

That's what I tried to finish me off.

Mesa City's the place.

- Mesa City?

- It's out of my territory, but I notified the sheriff

there and, and...

Oh, but I shouldn't be telling you.

It's my job to get them and you too.

You're outlaws and, and, and-

- You better get him some place where he'd be taken care of.

- Yeah, there's a line right shack over the slope.

We're leaving there with plenty of food then we're headed

for Mesa City and their three friends.

- And maybe we can clear ourselves of that Art Lake murder.

- And I want to get that guy who's wearing my beard.

- (chuckles) Come on, give me a hand, Jeff.

- Now, I thought I told you-

- Wait a minute, I had to see you.

We had a slip up.

- Where's Pete?

- They're in a hideout.

We're clear on that.

- What happened?

- Well, when Sheriff showed up, we tried to get rid of him.

- Who stopped it?

- Real Billy the Kid and his pals caught up with us

on the run.

I told you if you turned them loose,

he's gonna get in trouble.

- I do if I expect to keep operating.

I suppose they'd run you right back here to Mesa City.

- Oh, not as bad as that.

We just got to stay undercover for a while, that's all.

You know, we always pull our jobs a long ways away.

Nobody ever think of looking for us here.

- Maybe you're right about that.

Tell Pete and Charley to keep under-

- Me too, boss.

- Oh, nobody would ever recognize you in that outfit.

Besides, I need you here.

Ain't glad that been working on.

(horse hooves thumping)

- I've heard of this Mesa City.

It's a robbers roost if there ever was one.

- Yeah, it must be some good boys' town.

Look at all them stores.

- (laughs) Not many I'm afraid, Fuzz.

- Is that good or bad for us?

- Nah, I'll tell you more about that later.

Take my horse into that blacksmith shop

and get a new set of shoes.

- And what's a thunder shoes got to do with it?

- If they don't take a shot at me, then we have nothing

to worry about.

They'd clear for a while until we pick up the trail

of those masqueraders.

- [Jeff] If someone does take a shot at you, then what?

- (chuckles) I don't have to tell you boys what to do.

Come on, boy.

It's all around, will you?

[Man] All right.

Come on, come on, come on.

Ooh, up.

(hand thuds)

(door thuds)

- And that's the set up.

With that gold shipped with my safe

I'll have this town sewed up tank.

- You've got it pretty well buttoned up now.

(knuckles rapping)

- Who is it?

(knuckles rapping)

Who is it?

- It's me, Curley.

- Something's come up over the sheriffs office.

- Come in.

Well, let's have it, what's he up to?

- He got to let up from that sheriff down south of Lariette

telling him about your Billy the Kid business.

He suspects you already, you know?

And I heard him say he was gonna have an out with you.

- I've been expecting something like that.

We gotta act quick before he gets a chance to talk

because if he does, you know what that means.

- You mean...

- You got it and right now.

Get some of the boys together and start a rumpus outside.

When the sheriff shows up, let them have it.

- Right.

(horse hooves thumping)

- Hello, Dave.

Have a nice trip?

- Coming back to Mesa City where I can see you

always makes a good trip, Sally.

- How many times must I tell you not

to say things like that.

- Oh. - Give me the mail.

Oh, hurry up, Dave.

I've got a lot of work to do.

There you are.

(gunshots banging)

- What's all the commotion?

- (chuckles) Just some of the boys letting off steam.

(men screaming)

- Hold it, boys, hold it.

Here he comes.

- I'm getting myself a pigeon.

(gunshot bangs)

- Dave, they shot your brother.

- Ha, here comes another one.

(gunshot bangs)

- What's the matter, you've seen a ghost?

- Adumbrated just sided with young Evans

is Billy the Kid.

- Well, you're crazy.

The Kid's in New Mexico.

- I tell you, it was him.

He must've followed you.

- Maybe you're right.

I'm getting out of here.

- Let me get a go of that.

- Why don't you stay still, Dave?

- Those folks shot my brother.

- Yeah, you stick your nose out there now

and they'll kill you.

- And maybe that son of a will go on with me.

Somebody got to arrest those men.

Who volunteer to put those killers where they belong?

- Take it easy, Fuzzy.

- If I were only a man,

I'd show that crowd where to get off.

- Uh, playing alone man is a little out of my line, miss

but if you feel that way about it, I'll see what I can do.

I can handle it, Jeff, just cover me.

- Hey, how about trying to warn him to keep out of this?

- Don't be fooled because his hands ain't near his guns.

He's fast.

- Ain't healthy to be strolling around this town, Kid.

- Never felt better in my life.

- He's getting away with that bluff.

- He ain't bluffing.

- Who is he?

I haven't seen him around this part before.

- He's a stranger to me, but I hope he stays in Mesa City.

- Well, what do you want?

- You.

- For what?

- [Billy] For shooting a man.

- (chuckles) I suppose you're gonna throw me

in the hose go.

- (chuckles) That's right but I'd much rather plant you

in boot hill.

I'm waiting.

What's it gonna be?

(gunshots banging)

The next one that tries that would be committing suicide.

- You better get your brother to a doctor.

Come on, Fuzzy.

- I'd herd these men off to jail, Fuzz.

- [Fuzzy] What are you gonna do?

- Got a date with a coyote, got to teach him a lesson.

Go on.

- You know where the jail is, go on.

- Give me a drink of bourbon, Gus.

(glass thuds)

(bourbon burbling)

(door thuds)

- I found that gun outside.

Seems to fit your holster.

- I wonder how I lost that.

Well, thanks anyway.

(glass clinks)

(fists smacking)

(audience cheering)

(chair thuds)

(bottle shatters)

(plate clatters)

- Looks like you could stand a little drink, partner.

You want to join me?

You gonna pull this stunt like this once too often, Kid.

- When that time comes, it'll be my hard luck.

- And a break for Uncle Sam.

- Meaning what?

- That he's the best publicity man in this country

and he's got your face plastered all over the landscape.

- (chuckles) Well, from what I've heard,

that doesn't make any difference here in Mesa City.

- Clean up the place, boys.

- Usually, that'll be sold.

There's some angles here you don't savvy.

- Such as?

- Hi, Judge.

- What's going on, Ra-

Say, you're taking the chance hanging around here?

- Maybe.

- Uh, Judge, meet Billy the Kid.

Kid, this is Judge Clarke.

You didn't expect to see the real thing in Mesa City,

did You?

- Well, you've been making things pretty lively

since you hit town.

- (chuckles) Well, it seems like

a pretty lively town, Judge.

- [Judge Clarke] It is.

Oh, I just turned in Montana

and the rest of the boy loose.

- Good, there's another thing I want you to do.

When Barton wakes up, give him Steve Evans' badge.

You know he's through being sheriff.

- Barton always did want to wear that hug in him.

- [Jim Stanton] Yeah.

- I got some legal matters to take care of.

I'll be seeing you.

- I suppose that's one of the angles you spoke

about me not knowing.

- Yeah, and there's others.

- You seem to have this time pretty well sewed up.

- I have and if you spring along with me,

I might be able to protect you and your pals

from that murder charge.

- What the murder charge?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- And if I don't?

- You saw what happened to Steve Evans

and I'm setting up Mesa City the same way.

Anyone wounded man is welcome provided-

- Provided what?

- That I get my cut for the protection I give

and it looked like you could stand a little protection

right now.

- Come on, let's have a drink.

- No, no, thanks.

You know, I've always played a lone hand.

I like a little time to think it over.

- Go ahead but don't take too long.

- I won't.

- Give me some bourbon, Gus.

(footsteps thumping)

- [Fuzzy] Hey, what do you think happened?

- I know, I know, Judge Clarke turned them loose.

- Well, you must be a mind reader.

- Find out anything else?

- Plenty.

We have to work fast to turn up those mavericks

that are using us for a front

before it gets too hot around here.

- Well, it can't get too hot for me.

I'm at two gun rips here.

- Yeah, or maybe you'll whistle another two

when you find out the set up we run into.

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- Yeah, we have to catch them red-handed.

We can't do it in town, come on.

(horse hooves thumping)

- You know, I'm beginning to think when that sheriff told us

to go to Mesa City, he sent us on a wild goose chase.

- You're wrong, Jeff.

Stanton made me a proposition to join up with him.

If I don't we're in jackpot.

Now I think the answer to all our troubles is right here.

- Listen, if we don't turn up by sun down,

why don't you head back to town and watch things there?

- That's an idea.

Jeff and I can take care of things out here.

- (chuckles) Okay, I'll do that.

- All I've been doing a snooping around, nothing else.

- I am convinced the only reason Billy the Kid returned

to Mesa City was to find the murderer of Art Lake

and clear himself of the murder charge.

- He might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack.

- Nah, I'll feel a lot safer when he's out of the way.

(knuckles rapping)

- Who is it?

- Hey, it's Montana.

Indian just brought this in.

- Yeah, this is the break.

There's $15,000 coming in from Larry on today's stage.

- It's our chance to kill two birds with one stone.

- You're telling me.

Montana, get Pete and Charley put those phony duds

on off that stage over before to town.

- Won't that give the whole set up away?

- No. - Oh, when Dave sees you,

He'll think it's Billy the Kid and his pals.

You'll get away clean and they'll be blamed.

- Yeah, I get you.

- And Barton, just to make it look legal like,

pin on this badge.

- Ooh, am I gonna like this?

(Jim Stanton laughs)

(gunshots banging)

(horse hooves thumping)

- Come on, hand me down that mail sack.

- You fellas won't get away with this.

If it's the last thing I do I'll-

- I get it.

You're talking to Billy the Kid and his pals

and don't make us mad, partner.

- Looks like we hit the jackpot, Fuzzy.

- Boy, is this gonna be fun.

(gunshots banging)

- Hey!

(horse hooves thumping)

- And with the appointment of Red Barton as sheriff,

we're about ready to quit.

- I'll hang on a little longer if I were you.

- Maybe we will now that you're back.

Dave and I thought you'd left town.

- No, no, we just sort of been scouting around,

looking things over.

- Are you figuring on settling down on Mesa City mister,

mister...

(both laughs)

You never did tell us your name.

- Ah, my friends call me Billy, Bill Bunny.

- I'm Sally Crane.

- Yeah, I know.

- They should begin to pop in a few minutes.

- I'll get the posse together and round up the Kid.

- I was held up in the pass by Billy the Kid.

He's a fellow we thought would...

Put them up.

- Dave, what are you doing?

- He's one of the fellows that helped me up.

It's _Billy the Kid. (Bllly laughs)

- I don't know whether or not he's Billy the Kid,

but I do know he didn't hold you up.

- And I know he did.

- What pass are you talking about?

- I've got a good-

- Dave, answer his question, please.

- Rocky Pass, you're gonna deny you were there?

- He doesn't have to, I'll deny for him.

- I tell you this man held me up less than an hour ago.

- He couldn't have for the simple reason he's been here

in the office with me since noon.

- My three fellows masquerading as Jeff, Fuzzy, and myself

murdering and robbing people?

- Oh, you would admit you're Billy the Kid?

- And why should I-

- [Man] You let Montana know.

(horse hooves thumping)

- Was wrong about you three?

- Point that gun at folks.

I'm and then you'll be sorry.

Come on, what are we waiting for?

- Now, wait a minute.

We'll figure out a way to force us with Stanton and his gang

without getting shot full of holes.

- Yeah and at the same time, maybe we can convince Sally

and Dave that were on the level.

- That's right, Jeff, so here goes.

Now, word came to us some time ago

that unless we got these three-

- Where's Stanton?

- In his office.

- Then if things were else not only with you,

but with the law.

- You don't have to clear yourself with me.

I believe you.

- Thanks ma'am, it's kind of nice to hear you say that.

- Fuzz and I'll slide out the back door.

- Yeah, and wait a minute, don't hurt each other.

- Don't worry, we won't.

Come on, Fuzz.

- (chuckles) Good boy.

Swell fellas.

- You might need this.

- Yes ma'am, I might, thanks.

(horse hooves thumping)

- Men, Billy the Kid just went into that saloon.

Now, what he's up to, I don't know and it don't make

any difference, but when he comes out I want you

to start shooting and don't miss.

All right, spread out.

- Hello, Sheriff.

Pretty far out your territory, aren't you?

- Well, Larry Edison isn't so far away.

Sorry to hear about Steve.

- If you're looking for his killer, you're too late.

Judge Clarke turned them loose.

- So I heard.

- Mesa City is in a pretty bad way.

All the riffraff on the frontier seems to float

in here sometime around here, aren't they?

- You looking for anyone in particular?

- Yeah, I have a sort of a warrant for Billy the Kid.

- What makes you think he's in town?

- Oh, I've been pulled well on him for quite a spell.

Saw him on the street a few minutes ago.

When I need some help Dave, you want to throw in with me?

- [Dave] Well- - When we tell you

what we know about Billy,

I'm sure you'll tear up that warrant.

- Nothing you could tell me would make any difference now,

but what do you say, Dave?

You're gonna give me a hand or do I have to deputize you?

- Well if you put it that way, well, sure.

- Good, I've got a special job for you.

One that will surprise Billy and his pals.

- Won't you listen to me, please?

- Some other time.

Now, don't do anything foolish.

Bullets are alive when they came from a promiscuous like

so you better stay inside.

Come on, Dave.

- The only good sent to you to circling back

to make sure that Pete and Charley won't talk.

- Kid's out in the bar.

- Is he alone?

- Yeah.

- Well, he wasn't with the other two

so he don't know what happened.

- Well, that's lucky for you and not so lucky for him.

We'll play this thing safe.

Curley and me will stall the Kid

while you get word to Barton.

- Yeah, and make sure he don't see you leave.

- Okay-

(door bangs)

Well hello, Kid.

I haven't seen you since we had our little talk.

What have you been doing?

- Just scouting around.

- How things strike you?

- Well, I tell you Stanton,

you got a pretty smooth organization.

- I told you that.

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Keep your hand off that young.

Make one move and you wake up playing a harp.

I wonder what you were looking at.

- What, have you made up your mind

about what you're gonna do?

- Yeah, in a way.

- [Jim Stanton] What do you mean?

- It's like this, Stanton...

(gunshot bangs)

(table thuds)

Stay put, you won't get hurt.

- What's the idea, Kid?

- It's just my way of saying no

to your proposition, Stanton.

- Hold it.

I'd put that gun away.

All right, get around the other end of the bar.

(Fuzzy screaming)

- Get over there!

(crowd laughs)

Bend over.

White horseman Jones reporting with a prisoner.

- [Jeff] Get in there.

- Jeff, take Stanton's gun.

- Hold everything.

- You're right in the nick of time, Sheriff.

- That's a fine way to pay off

after we saved your life.

- I told you that I was alone man

and someday I'd catch up with you.

- What are you doing, Masters?

- Arresting Billy the Kid and his pal.

- You have no authority in this county.

- Well, I don't need you to tell me that.

- Turn your prisoners over to Sheriff Barton.

- I'm sorry, but I have first claim on them.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that if me and my prisoners are interfered with,

there'll be a troop of cavalry on your neck

before you can say, "Scat."

Come on boys, get moving.

- Let them go.

There's a surprise awaiting for them outside. (laughs)

- I wouldn't have minded this so much, Sheriff,

if we're to finished what we started.

- Well, you got to break eggs to make a cake.

- What's under eggs got to do with it?

- Keep moving and you'll soon find out.

(horse hooves thumping)

Hold it, Billy.

You see what I mean?

- What's the answer?

- [Sheriff Master] They had the saloon covered with rifles.

- You mean they tried to drag us?

- That's what I figured but I didn't want it to happen

lust yet.

Oh Dave, leave them there.

Let's hide Taylor.

(horse hooves thumping)

Hold it, boys.

This is as far as we go.

Get down.

Well, I'm turning you all loose.

Hoping you'll help me to do a job I haven't been able

to handle myself.

- What kind of a job?

- Cleaning up Mesa City.

Rounding up those fellas that made you boys

a lot of trouble.

- Oh, we already got two of them stashed away.

- You mean you had two men?

I found them in a shack in the hills loaded with lead.

That kind of changes things a little, don't it?

- Yeah, what's to prevent us from agreeing

and then heading for the border the first chance we get?

- Nothing but your word.

- I guess you got us figured right Sheriff.

- And after the job is done, look out.

(Billy chuckles)

- Will worry about that when the time comes.

- It's gonna be a little tough getting convictions

with Clarke and Stanton working together.

- Say, have you noticed these dodgers nailed up

around town, Billy?

Take a look.

- Yeah.

You seem to have something on your mind, Sheriff,

what is it?

- Well, McConnell's a circuit judge

and a good friend of mine.

Any cases he tries are on the level.

- And you figure he might try a few while he's in town?

- Well, if Judge Clarke was to disappear into thin air-

- Yeah, but they're only three days before the fourth.

- We'll have to split up.

Jeff, you and Fuzzy work with the sheriff and Dave.

I'll have a little talk with Judge Clarke,

see what we can do.

Do I have to explain again, Judge why this planet isn't good

for your health?

- Why, you can't do this to me.

I was legally put a judge by Stanton-

- I've heard all that before and I'm still convinced

that unless you leave these spots,

you're not gonna live long.

- All right, I'll go but you're gonna pay for this.

(footsteps thumping)

- There comes Curley now.

- Well, grab him as he passes.

- Be careful, Sally's looking this way.

' A"!/b°dy else?

- No.

- Okay-

(door bangs)

- Hey, what are you folks trying to do to me?

- Uh, just going to take you out of circulation for a while.

- How long you folks expect to keep me here?

- Oh, until you go on trial before the judge.

- (chuckles) Well, the quicker, the better.

- Yes, but Judge Clarke won't be on the bench.

He's taking a little trip.

Right, Fuzzy? By request. (laughs)

- Yeah, we got new and honest judge coming in on the stage

this afternoon. (laughs)

(foot thuds) (Curley grunts)

- We'll have to travel fast if we're gonna keep our date

with Billy and the others.

- Yeah.

- I don't know who's behind him but they take him

behind that building over there.

- Well, whoever done will soon find out

they can't make a monkey out of me.

(foot banging)

- Sheriff, help!

Help here!

(foot bangs)

Somebody get me out of here.

(door bangs)

All right, Barton, come on, hurry up.

(horse hooves thumping)

We got to get word to Stanton.

Where's my hat?

- So they're running Clarke out

and bringing in Jack McConnell?

How did they think this smart enough

to pull a move like that?

- [Red Barton] And there is no fixing McConnell.

He's tough.

- Maybe he is, but I'll show the Kid

he don't hold all the aces.

Get the men together, we're gonna meet at stage.

(horse hooves thumping)

- And that's the way things stand in Mesa City, Judge.

- Stanton has quite a stranglehold on the town, doesn't he?

- He has.

We're banking on you to help us break it.

- Well, if things turn out like you figure,

we'll have plenty of evidence.

- Now remember, I want McConnell alive so I can trade him

for Judge Clarke.

- I understand.

- Here they come.

(horse hooves thumping)

Go ahead, don't forget what I told you.

- All right.

All right, get out of there.

- Drop those guns.

- [Dave] Come on, get back.

- You boys aren't dressed for the occasion.

You don't look so good.

- [Fuzzy] Yeah, you shaved since the last time I see you.

- [Montana] Haven't worn a beard in 20 years.

- All right Montana, who's behind all this?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Yeah?

Who killed Art Lake?

- I ain't never hurt anyone.

Who killed Art Lake?

Who killed Art Lake?

Montana, I never killed a man in cold blood before.

- All right, Billy, take it easy.

I'll tell you.

Stanton is behind- (gunshot bangs)

(Montana grunts)

- Keep an eye on them.

- Think I won't?

(horse hooves thumping)

(fists thudding)

Up on your feet Stan, you got a lot of questions to answer.

Get outta here.

- With Stanton and his gang in jail

and the clothes they wore impersonating you safe

in your hands as evidence, it won't be hard to convict them.

- Then you won't have to leave town.

- No, ma'am, not for a while.

- Not a whole everything.

Now that you're a sheriff, it'd be all right

if I use that desk?

- For how long?

- Six months, 24 hours a day.

- What for?

- Sleeping

Now that everything is quiet and peaceful,

I'm gonna make up for lost sleep.

(group! laughs) - Sheriff, help!

- Billy the Kid and his pals are holding up the bank.

- Hey, wait.

What did you do with those clothes?

- Uh, the clothes?

- Yeah, the clothes.

- Oh hey, I made a swell deal.

I got $10 for them.

- Hmm.

- [Both] Here we go again.

(gunshots banging)

(horse hooves thumping)

(triumphant music)