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[waves crashing]

- [dramatic music] - [gunshots]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music continues]

[soft music]

[car rattling]

[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

Give me that horse.

He couldn't go on, nor could you.

You're injured man. Let us take you into the house.

I gotta go on. Gotta get to the Telegraph station.

We'll take you. Penelope!

[intense music]

[bright music]

[tense music]

Sorry, closed down for the night.

I know, but this is urgent...

No. Come out of there, you!

Can't go against the schedule. Closed down.

- Can't you make this one exception? - No.

- Get in here. - What?

Bring a light with you.

You can't do this to me. I won't stand for it!

The Union Pacific won't stand for it.

Night prowling round here, like this.

You've got your gall busting into my office.

Who do you think you're anyway? My keys closed down for tonight.

You can write it, but I won't send it anyway.

Here let me!

Territorial Recorders office, Fort Lacey.

Have filed corner stakes...

...on plots 234... 235.

Chart 1089, record in my name...

- ...that's all. - How shall I sign it?

Quirt Evans.

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

[thud]

[intriguing music]

[tapping]

All sent, Mr. Evans.

Why! He ain't dead, is he?

No just knocked out!

That's Quirt Evans...

Look at his gun, see how many notches he has got in his gun?

Not any that I can see. Sure ain't going to touch it to find out

might wake up and take it the wrong way.

He was deputy of Wyatt Earp in Tombstone.

The two of them shot it out with the whole Clanton bunch.

So, that's Quirt Evans...

...he's quite a man with the gals...

.it says he closed the eyes of many a man

...opened the eyes of many a women.

Would you call my father please?

Yes! Ma'am...

- Where are you taking him? - To the wagon, to take him home.

Quirt Evans? Crazy!

I'd just a soon have a black powder bomb in my house.

Heavy, ain't he?

I know of a dozen men who'd ride night and day

...to catch Quirt Evans helpless like this.

I'm worried about you people...

...I know you don't believe in guns or anything like that,

only doing good.

Take my advice...

I'd stay plenty far away from Mr. Quirt Evans.

Thank you very much for your advice. Goodnight.

Good night.

So long, Quirt.

That Quirt Evans is surely something.

Quirt Evans? You know him?

Do I know Quirt Evans? Do I know Quirt Evans!

What a question!

[Quirt] No... No...

If that doesn't quiet him... I don't know what will?

...never get that bullet out of him kicking around like that.

I'm afraid to give him any more sedative, he has already had enough.

Please be quiet... the doctor...

He can't hear you.

What do you suppose that delirious mind is searching for?

He must be in great pain.

Not with that much laudanum in him.

As if he was reaching for something. Something specific.

I don't understand. By now he should be completely inert.

[Quirt] No.

- Thomas, how is the young man? - Delirious.

A gun in this house, Thomas?

Please put these back in the gun belt...

Maybe we'll have to get something to tie him down.

- Are you crazy? - It's empty.

[whimsical music]

- That was it. A Gun. - It's a pity.

It's stupid! These wild ones I keep picking bullets out of them,

...and setting their bones, why?

It's their destiny to wind up on boot hill.

No!

Oh, I forgot! Never speak evil, eh!

Well, get me some more hot water young lady.

Start patching him up for whatever is in store for him.

Come on, help me with his boots.

- Mother... - Yes?

Tell me again.

- What Dear? - Oh, about meeting father?

[chuckles] Thee have heard that a thousand times.

He was working on the roof of the new meeting house.

...he fell off, and I picked him up out of the dust

and held him in my arms.

He always said that I hugged him before I even knew his name.

- And you both knew right away? - [chuckles] Of course.

Of course I knew he was a peaceful man, a member of the society.

An evil man will seek a more profitable way of life

than being a member of the "Friends".

Father, had a beard then, didn't he?

Yes.

I should think that would scratch...

I prefer a man clean shaved.

He's got the constitution of a mountain lion. He'll pull through.

Barring blood poisoning.

These wild ones never seem to get blood poisoning,

though it's common enough among the Godly.

You so called Atheists.

You always feel so compelled to stretch your Godlessness.

Wash him. The bullet's out.

He's in no danger.

- I bet he killed a lot of people. - No, he didn't.

- How do thee know? - That's enough, John...

a "friend" doesn't speak of such things.

Mrs. Worth, get that man out of here.

But he's badly injured, doctor.

This isn't civilized Pennsylvania,

this is the raw frontier. You must take a realistic attitude.

This is the place where mayhem,

theft and murder are the common place, instead of the unusual.

Would that justify leaving a wounded man to die?

Build you house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Ye who believe.

I don't mind your mocking us, you've been a good friend to us.

I'm glad I have a logical mind.

And a good heart. Goodnight, doctor.

Goodnight.

[mumbling]

Still having delirious spells. Keeps mumbling about his past.

I'm afraid he's had a very violent life.

[Quirt mumbling] Cards...

cover my bet on the black ace.

You're a shapely hussy.

You get real conformation, Margaret.

You fill out that dress just right.

Red's your color.

Alright Margaret...

Chart 1089... 1089...

Margaret you're a nuisance! Let's call it off, Margaret...

I've got places to go and country to put behind.

Sure, sure, alright.

Lila... Lila...

Lila, Lila.

If I owned a mint... put your head on every coin...

I use to smoke corn silk when I was a kid.

Your hair is just like that, Lila...

Lite brown, yellow all mixed up... just like corn silk, Lila...

All gold... downy.

Will you bring some hot coffee, Penny?

Here the doctor says that he's completely out of danger.

Just sleeping. You know Doctor,

Penny considers him her own personal patient. Sit down.

Will you bring some milk dear?

And when you finish you can go up and watch him...

while you card your wool on the loon.

He doesn't need watching. He has no temperature in the past few days.

Just a superlatively healthy animal

restoring his depleted strength with sleep. He's no longer delirious.

But of course, if you're determined to watch over him, Penny...

Perhaps you better take a pencil and paper with you.

His first conscious words should be recorded.

They may be of great interest to history.

And more possibly to the United States Marshal.

Who knows what violence is involved

with his battered frame and bullet holes.

Would you care for a donut, doctor?

- They're not as light as it should be. - Listen Mrs. Worth...

You can carry this head in sand attitude

just so far in the world of reality.

Let me get this man out of your house.

I can dump him in an establishment that passes for a hotel

in this off times dubious community of ours.

- In Madame Sanitary hobble? - Then he will be off your hands.

- But he's much better off here. - Of course he's.

- Who cares what happens to him? - We do.

I don't know what to say.

Once when I was studying medicine in Europe

I had a friend, an artist.

He drew portrait's of people and made them

resemble the animals they reminded him of.

He would have drawn this man as a coiled cobra.

[chuckles] Doctor, your analogies

terribly imperfect and your naturalism faulted.

Cobras don't coil.

Doctor, we are so fond of thee and we respect you so greatly.

We assured that you will finally realize

that realism untempered by sentiments of humanity

is really just a mean hard cold outlook on life.

A frightened outlook.

I stand defeated.

And furthermore there are times in this house

that I feel as if I'm living in a never never land.

But don't hesitate to call on me anytime you need help.

[soft music]

[dramatic music]

[bright music]

[gun uncocks]

Hello.

- You're awake? - Sure, I'm awake.

- What is all this? - What?

Where am I?

Don't you remember? Father and I drove you into town.

- Is anything wrong? - No.

The doctor says you will be alright in a week or two.

You were delirious you know? Two days and two nights.

Oh maybe that's why I'm so hungry.

I could eat a yearling steer,

if I can catch one.

We will get you something.

Mother! You talked a lot in your deliria.

- Mother, he's awake. Hungry! - How is he?

If he's hungry, he's going to be alright.

- Thanks a lot for housing. - You're welcome.

Smoked sausages and eggs?

- Sounds great. - 2 eggs or would you like 3?

- I would like 6. - Ye shall have them.

Penny, get one of your father's shirts here, and a razor.

I'll go get him some food...

- So I talked a lot. - Yes.

I listened only because I thought that you might

say something that would aide us in helping you.

Notifying your wife for instance.

- What did I say? - If you had a wife.

What did I talk about?

You talked of Margaret, she...

Fell out of a red dress...

What else?

Oh, you mentioned someone named "Lila".

Is that all?

If you have a wife, we could notify her.

No wife.

That's 12.

I haven't been so flattered since my donuts...

won first prize at the fair back in Pennsylvania.

They must be smart in Pennsylvania.

Some of the members thought

it's an exhibition of pride to enter my donut.

But what harm can there be in a little donut,

unless, one eats so many of them, they explode,

which is likely to happen to you, young man.

Well there's worst ways of checking out.

I'll help you with the dishes.

No, you stay and watch Quirt Evans.

I'm curious to know the effect of 6 eggs

a pound of sausage and 12 donuts.

I'll call thee in time for the milking.

Do all you people from Pennsylvania talk like that?

Like what?

"Thee."

We're "Friends".

- "Friends" of who? - Of all.

The society of "Friends". Many people call us "Quakers".

- Oh! It's a religion. - It's a belief.

That on the wall...

"Each human being has an integrity that can be hurt only

"by the act of that same human being.

"...And not by the act of another human being."

Is that Quaker stuff?

You mean nobody can hurt you but yourself?

That's what the "Friends" believe.

Well suppose somebody whacks you

over the head with a branding iron...

- ...won't that hurt? - Physically, of course.

But in reality, it would injure only

the person doing the act of forced violence.

Only the doer can be hurt by an evil or mean act.

- Are there many of you Quakers? - Very few.

Sort of figured that.

[bright music]

[suspenseful music]

- Good morning gentlemen. - Good morning.

Carrot from our garden.

I found these out at the road.

It belongs to a fella named "Quirt Evans".

I understand you're a friend of his,

maybe you can see to it he gets them back...

Leave it here. I'll make sure that he gets them.

That Quirt, he'd loose his shirt if it wasn't buttoned on.

Careless about everything.

I keep telling him, sooner or later...

On second thoughts you can just tell me where he is

and I can take it on back to him, myself.

Where is Quirt Evans?

You mean where is he?

[chuckles]

Ever notice how fella keep repeating the question,

when he's stalling about answering.

Yeah! Maybe if I bend this gun over his head, he'll quit stalling.

But gentlemen, I hardly know Quirt Evans.

Oh! [chuckles] He lies too.

You've been bragging all over town of what good friends you two are.

You know, this fella ain't got many good qualities, has he?

Sit down, friend.

Maybe that will help your memory I'm asking about Quirt Evans.

Well all I know is...

[thud]

[bright music]

Thanks for sewing the shirt,

but I can't find my pants.

Get back in bed.

Laziness is the only thing that's kept me there this long.

The doctor said that you're to stay in bed 4 more days.

Oye, you're up.

That's no way to speak to an older person, John.

We're pals...

You wouldn't expect a pal to call me "Mister", would you?

See, Dr. Mangram said

to tell you that some men in town are looking for you.

Said one of them is a Mister Laredo Stevens.

- Get my pants. - But you're leg.

- Johnny, get me my pants. - No, John.

Will thee get my pants?

Get the pants, John.

But you said...

- What are you looking at? - Thee.

Oh boy, it's a good thing I'm not a tattletale.

What set him off?

- "Thee" is a familiar term. - The what?

The familiar, the plain language. "Get thee my pants," ye said.

What about it?

Oh, among us, "thee" and "thou" are used only among the loved ones.

To all others, we use "You, he, and they".

Mother to children, husband to wife and children to...

Between lovers of course.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

What?

I'm not! I wished thee would speak that way to me.

[bright music]

Well.

I knew right away. That night.

It's supposed to be a dull kind of life.

I could take you a lot of places...

- I'd go. - What?

I would rather stay here with thee

but if thee rather go some place else,

then I would go some place else.

I sound very bold?

Well, it's just that...

I didn't think religious people were quite so, sudden and direct.

Well that's the way I feel

and it would be dishonest to say anything else.

Yeah!

I used to wonder about it, I suppose every girl does.

About what?

About love...

About whether or not you got to know someone

whom you know a little by little or it happened at once.

Thee are shocked...

Well, I wouldn't say shocked exactly but...

- You sure get to the point. - Should I be different?

No, Penny, I like you just the way you are.

- Who emptied this gun? - Father.

Quirt, a gun is a symbol of force, evil.

We never have one in our home.

It's a concession that father allowed even an empty one.

It's only because you couldn't rest without--

Where are the cartridges?

Outside.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

Hey! Why don't we just bust in?

Because busting through doors with Quirt Evans on the other side,

ain't my idea of a healthy past time.

[knocking on door]

Tell them to "come in".

[knocking on door]

"Come in."

[tense music]

You can stand right there.

Against the light.

Howdy, Quirt.

You sure ran a ring around me, alright.

I don't think it was right friendly of you to beat me

to locating that tract after my boys found it.

I'm willing to listen to your side of it,

I'm a reasonable man.

Sure, Laredo is always reasonable.

That's why he's the biggest man in the territory.

You're the biggest man in the territory, Laredo?

- So a lot of people say. - I hadn't heard.

- You nervous? - No, Evans.

I can't figure out, why you keep stepping on my toes all the time...

But, that's your business.

I'm a good loser.

I like a good loser.

Course I like any kind of loser better than a winner.

Yeah!

You know I had a chance to do a heap of thinking

while I was following your trail across the territory.

I followed it by the string of ran out horses you left behind...

Well, I figured it out this way.

Quirt, don't really want that land.

Because working isn't exactly in his line.

[Quirt] Is it in your line?

No, of course not. I was getting it for another fella.

And well, I figured maybe you'll sell.

I don't hear anything jingle.

Is it alright to put my hand inside my shirt?

Why not?

[coins clink]

$5,000 in gold there.

I want 20.

Well okay, but I have to owe you 15, that's all I got on me.

I have the deed in my pocket, here.

Get it out.

Now, if the young lady could find us something to sign this with.

[gun clicks]

Still Laredo's hired boy, eh, Hondo?

Picking up after him, carrying matches for his cigars.

- You mind yourself. - He'll mind himself...

- Won't you Hondo? - Miss...

Would you mind taking this over to Mister Evans, please?

Thank you.

You know, I'm sure glad to see you up and around, Quirt...

We heard you were flat on your back.

Sorry to disappoint you.

You come on over and get the rest of that money anytime.

Anytime, that you feel you're able.

I'll see you one of these days.

Well... ah, so long, Quirt.

[door closes]

Saddle up my horse, will you kid? Throw on my war bags.

What would have happened if they knew the gun was empty?

It would have been: "Saturday night in Sioux City."

Tie on my slicker too.

- Sorry. - Oh, no, Quirt, no.

What kind of a boarder do you think I'm?

You can't do that. We'd have tended any wounded human, and not for pay.

You don't believe in force, so you can't force me to take it back.

I'm afraid you're outwitted, Thomas.

- How long I have been here? - Almost 3 weeks.

Kinda hate to get going.

But you can't. Your leg! You are in no condition to travel.

Don't worry, your cooking has me grained up and ready for market.

Adiós, amigos.

[upbeat music]

Quirt.

Shall I pack my things?

- Why? - Thee leave without me?

I got places to go...

Quirt, I didn't care, it doesn't make any difference to me how far...

[pensive music]

Oh.

I know so little, I...

I didn't know that it could happen to one and not the other.

I thought it always happen to both.

[soft music]

That isn't it.

It isn't?

- Well... - So thee do feel...?

Look, Penny...

I'm not that kind of guy that does things suddenly.

I gotta look before I leap.

You can ask anybody, they'll tell you that

Quirt Evans is a mighty cautious citizen.

Oh then, it's just that thee are not sure yet?

Yeah! Sorry.

Please stay.

It's all saddled, Quirt.

Unsaddle it.

You gonna stay?

A double eagle!

Well there is something that I rather have than this.

A favor. A big favor.

Well, you got them both. What is it?

Will you ride past my schoolhouse with me?

Because a lot of boys who don't believe that I know Quirt Evans.

Sure.

Oh God! Everybody says that you're the fastest man in the territory.

Well, there are those who'd say I'm pretty slow.

[playing flute]

A man should be able to do a good days work

after a breakfast like that.

Well, see that thee do it...

Penny, where is the bucket?

I declare Penny, I don't know what's happening to thee.

Funny thing about pan cakes.

I lose my appetite for them after the first couple of dozen.

They weren't very good this morning, too heavy.

Wild Indian, put water on those vegetables this morning.

There's always work round here to be done.

Thee wanted to be a farmer, didn't thee?

Not any more, I don't...

[rooster crows]

Surely you could walk to the barn without that.

- What? - The gun.

Oh, it balances me, one leg is longer than the other.

You know the weight.

[scoffs] Thee are a liar.

[rooster crows]

Throw the cows some hay.

There's the pitch fork.

Before I was 15, I learned to hate those things.

I swore I would leave ploughs and pitch forks to farmers.

[scoffs] I'll do it.

No, I'll do it. But it's an occasion.

- Thee... - What?

Nothing, just... just "thee."

Penny!

Why you wanted hay, didn't you? Didn't "thee"?

- [chicks chirping] - 15.

Better put this little one in the box.

16.

Now get a bucket of water.

Water, water. All I do is carry water.

Uh-huh. No force.

Say, wasn't this place irrigated?

I see all these flumes and ditches.

Frederick Carson turned the water off.

Frederick Carson?

He's the man who bought the ranch from friends

who couldn't make a go of it.

We had built a community dam, but... It was on his property.

What did you do about it? Don't tell me. You prayed.

- Of course. - Getcha any water?

We didn't pray for water. We prayed for Frederick Carson.

Carson turned off the water and you prayed for him?

[chuckles] Of course.

Can't you see?

By committing an evil act the poor man injured his soul?

I'm glad there's a well.

Cause it sure gets thirsty around here

if we had to wait for Carson. Gotta walk this pony.

Penny.

Nothing.

Be sure you don't leave any slack on that cinch.

Boss will sure howl...

This ain't the first pony I ever saddled.

He'd squawk no matter how I done it.

He's sure getting mean these days, ain't he?

You can take it as his natural born.

That boil on his neck don't help him none either.

Get out of my way.

You belong behind a plough.

Who's Carson?

Don't get down. We ain't taking on no saddle tramps here.

Are you deaf? I said get moving, tramp.

- Nice dam. - Yeah, what's that to you?

Take out the top two planks.

What did you say?

The top two. There are 16 inches of water over there.

- Who says so? - I do.

And who might you be when you're at home?

Quirt Evans.

Well anybody might ride up here and say they're Quirt Evans.

He ain't known round here by sight.

Anybody can say they're him.

Sure could.

There's a "Q. E." stamped on his saddle.

Well, take the top planks out of the head gate you stupid idiot.

[water running]

I don't need all that extra water.

Step up on that pony.

Now, look here Mr. Evans, I've done what you've told me to.

You sure did. Step up on that pony.

Well, I'm the kind of fella who tries to get along with everybody.

- Side me. - Wait a minute.

Maybe we better take off a couple more of them planks

cause I have 10 times the water I need.

That will do for now.

Well, if you ever need more, Mr. Evans,

all you got to do is say so...

I figured that...

[upbeat music]

Hey, Mom! Water!

Water, water!

Mother, look at the flow. Mother all the ditches are full of water.

- Water! Water! - Wonderful!

Thomas!

[bright music]

Let's start off from the scratch,

you got more water than you need.

Absolutely right, Quirt, I mean Mr. Evans.

Do you mind if I call you "Quirt"?

Not a bit...

So it's no skin off your moccasins

if you let a little water over that ditch.

Absolutely no Mr. Evans... I mean, "Quirt".

You're going to be neighborly or not?

Well, I sure am, Quirt.

That's the way to talk.

Thomas!

- Frederick Carson. - Howdy, Mrs. Worth.

We always knew you would change your mind.

Yes ma'am, I did.

Thank you Frederick, all of us here in the valley are grateful to you.

Well, it's like what I was saying,

I ain't got any use for all that extra water...

Why shouldn't let my neighbors use it?

I believe that neighbors should be friendly.

What have you got there on your neck? A boil?

Mrs. Worth, I have wrestle with that dang burnt boil...

Have you tried putting soap into it?

No, ma'am. I ain't.

You get down for a minute and into the house and I'll fix it for you.

You are going to hurt me?

No. That's a shame, it looks awful.

Well, looks like your prayers straightened everything out.

So you think your gun changed Frederick Carson?

Who says I pointed a gun?

- I do. - Well, I didn't.

He gave in more easily than I expected.

Thee remember this Quirt,

"The lord moves in mysterious manner

at times using strange methods and odd instruments."

Me? It would be odd.

I just get a gnawin' hankerin' after good pies and truck like that...

- Frederick Carson! - Yes ma'am?

I want you to have some of these,

they're awfully good with coffee in the morning.

Makes me to go home and shoot my Chinese cook.

You just come back for more anytime you like, there are always plenty.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Frederick. - Goodbye.

A man outta see more of his neighbors.

Hey!

Wonderful woman that Mrs. Worth... She fixed my boil.

[Mother] Penny!

Excuse me. But I think father wants to give thanks...

You know, he already thanked me.

I know, but now I think, he wants to thank someone else.

Hold my pondering when I get aboard. Will you?

Mrs. Worth is going to keep me supplied with pies.

I ought to bring her a quarter of beef now and then.

Finally, come to an understanding with my neighbors.

You sure did.

Oh! You knew I was scare to death,

when I made that speech to them people.

I'm glad you made me do it. Makes me feel good.

Adiós, amigo.

Dinner.

What's the dinner going to be?

Roast venison, vegetables, and of course a skimpy chicken.

With the pie and cake I'll try to make out.

- Chicken or venison?. - Both. I feel real good.

Oh, thee do?

Huh, new dress.

Oh! It's first day. You call it "Sunday".

Quirt, do me a favor, hitch up the ponies for father.

Sure.

And will you do me another favor?

- Go for a ride with us. - Where?

You're not to ask, it's a surprise, a pleasant one.

Hey Quirt! We gotta surprise for you.

He knows, I told him.

Thought you weren't allowed to work on Sundays.

Quirt, there is nothing we're not allowed to do,

it's just we don't believe in doing what we know is wrong.

That makes it pretty much "Each fellas own guess".

Each fell knows, inside.

There's a lot of gents I wouldn't wanna give that much leeway too.

[suspenseful music]

I didn't mean to frighten you, miss.

Listen.

Is a fella named Quirt Evans around here?

Well... Yes, I'll get him.

Never mind. I can do my talking to you.

Has he been here long?

About 3 weeks I guess.

He didn't, uh,

he didn't disappear for say, two days, during that time, did he?

No.

Hello, you weather-beaten old hang man.

Penny, this is Wistful McClintock, the Marshal of the territory.

Hi, Miss.

Don't let that Grey hair fool you. He's a curly wolf.

Hello, Quirt. I thought I had you about half hung.

Tall fella. Fast with a gun, held up the Bakers stage. Killed a couple.

Well, you're tall and some say you're a fast man.

But I guess I'll have to take the little lady's word for it.

When you and Laredo Stevens going to get around to killing one another?

Laredo?

We water our horses out of the same trough.

Well, I'm sure looking forward to hanging the survivor.

You know, I'm a figuring man.

Sometimes I don't know all the answers.

Like that fella Quirt Evans.

Handy man with a colt.

While he was acting as Wyatt Earp's deputy over in Tombstone,

one day turns in his badge

and starts to build himself a nice cattle spread.

Suddenly he sells out and he goes out in a pry.

Why? That's what I ain't figured yet.

Sometimes things connect.

About that time a fella, called Wall Ennis

went down in front of Laredo Stevens.

Wall was reaching for his gun,

some say a gambler standing there grabbed his hand.

Maybe that's connected.

How do you stand with Wall Ennis?

I know him.

Two things connected?

I know a lot of people.

Well, I'll figure it out.

I usually do. I'm patient.

Little lady, don't be looking at him

with your eyes bugged out as a cow barge.

There ain't no future in it.

So long, folks.

Quirt, please stay away from Laredo Stevens.

He owes me money.

And don't worry, I might come out on top.

That would be even worse.

Worse? Would it be worse if he goes down than I go down?

Of course, don't you see?

Oh, I will be a guy with a mud soul.

Don't make it sound so crude, Quirt, you see why, I couldn't love you.

Alright, I won't look up Laredo.

It's better this way.

Every time he opens the door,

every time he hears footsteps coming around the corner,

Laredo starts sweating thinking it's me.

His food won't set well the rest of his life.

Well alright, but if I am going to be holy,

I gotta get some fun out of it.

[chuckles]

[light music]

You know I feel like such a gadabout!

It seems hardly a whole week since last Thursday.

Hey, Quirt!

I thought it was you.

- Well, well, well. - Hello.

Mister and Mrs. Worth, Ms. Worth, Randy McCall.

- How do you do. - How do you do?

Just fine, thank you.

- Well, well, well... - You said that before.

We don't want to keep you if you are in a hurry.

I'm in no hurry. I've got no place to go.

Well, we have.

Would you care you come along with us.

Sure, where?

- To a meeting. - [men] To a meeting?

Yes, to a meeting. You don't wanna go do you?

It would be nice if you could.

We'd be happy to have any friend of Quirt's.

You would? That's just fine.

You know ma'am, I sure am an old friend of Quirt's.

I remember one time we were chasing cattle down the Delano River.

Herd stampeded and Quirt pulled me right out from underneath it.

And there was another time remember? In Opus Palace, down at San Antonio.

- We're late. - I know, but I was--

Goodbye.

If you can join us it's in the grove, just on the other side of the town.

- Thank you ma'am. - Good day.

- Get along. - Good day.

[light music]

"Why askest thou me concerning that which is good?

One there is who is good:

but if thou wouldest enter into life, keep the commandments.

He saith unto him, Which?

And God said, Thou shalt not kill,

Thou shalt not steal,

Thou shalt not bear false witness,

Honor thy father and thy mother;

and, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."

[whimsical music]

What comes out of this thing that makes it worth all this work?

Frozen pudding.

- Hello, Nelson. - Hello, Penny.

Nelson, meet Quirt Evans.

- How do you do? - Howdy.

Nelson's our horse shoer.

Oh.

By the way I brought that maple sugar you like so much.

- Oh, excuse me, I'll put it here. - Thank you.

- Say, isn't this the Morgan baby? - Yes, I'm minding her.

He sure is a cute little fella.

- [baby cooing] - Looks just like his father.

I'm coming up next week to shoe the horses.

Oh, fine.

- I'll get some water. - Here, let me help you.

Here, twirl this thing.

Frozen pudding!

[bright music]

Hold him a minute, Quirt, I want some of those flowers.

- [baby cooing] - Sick or something?

I don't believe it!

[water streaming]

- It's a baby. - Yeah, I know.

- Is it old enough to talk? - Of course not.

If it can't talk, it can't snitch.

Look, I've got something I think you would like to hear.

Laredo Stevens is planning a big play.

He's going to jump up some guys

that are moving a trail herd up from the north.

I figured that maybe you, and me

and couple of friends could sort of play copycat.

You heard me, didn't you?

You can have my part of it.

What am I listening to?

You passing up a chance to blister Laredo?

That's right.

What's the matter with you, Quirt? Is farm life--

Oh, the Jane.

Sticking your head in this bucket will shut you up.

You are awful touchy lately. You never used to mind what I said.

- Hello. - Hi.

Come along with the water, Quirt.

- [chuckles] - Shut up.

Quirt, would you come over here?

Sit down.

May I have your attention?

Friends, we all know the purpose of this meeting is three fold.

As always, to give thanks to the goodness bestowed upon us.

But also to give thanks for the particular

that the fields are getting water

and the crops and the livestocks thrive.

There is two marsh mallows right at the head of the valley.

If you take a look from out there,

you can see a herd coming from 10 miles.

[Mr. Worth] Quirt Evans.

Friends.

We are happy to present you with this token of our friendship for you.

This is Quirt Evans.

We are happy to have him here with us

because he provided another incident

which reaffirms our belief

that all men are good if they're shown the light.

He persuaded Frederick Carson to let down the water

by showing him that a man who is a friend to other men

is a happy man himself.

May I shake your hand, Quirt Evans?

I want to talk to you.

This will sound like I'm butting into your business, and I am!

And you outta give me a watch with a gold case for doing it.

You dim-witted nail bender! Marry that girl.

Marry her? Why sure, you mind-- She knows how I feel.

How would she know?

Stop yammering about shoeing horses. That's no way to talk to a girl.

Talk to her about her. And marry her.

And do it quick.

- Hey! - Come on!

[no audible dialogue]

Listen to this...

"And Benaiah the son of Jehoiada,

the son of a valiant man, of Kabzeel,

who had done many acts of valor,

slew two men of Moab

and went down and slew three lions in the midst of a pit

in the time of snow."

Whew! Three lions!

"And Benaiah slew an Egyptian who had a sword.

He took away his sword and slew him with a staff... "

I guess that must mean a club.

Oh, brother, this is good writing!

Let's go.

What about the Bible?

You can't throw it away, that would be bad luck.

Then keep it.

Alright. This is one book I'm sure going to read.

I'd better take him back to the Morgan's.

That's a boy!

Why did Quirt leave so abruptly?

I don't know.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey Bob! - Yeah?

Right on time. Look behind you.

Let's saddle up, men.

[cows mooing]

Let's get out of here.

Look! Coming down off the hill!

Come on.

[gunshots]

[clattering]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

Hey Quirt, what does "beget" mean?

I think I hear them.

- Yeah! - Let's get suited up.

I don't know how I missed this book.

You know, you're not very funny. But I like it just the same.

On account your head works.

It's much nicer this way.

You might get it.

You know, anybody can just shoot these guys.

But you think of an interesting way of doing it.

And you know, Quirt. I hate to shoot people.

Remember I shot a waddie once in Montana?

I dreamed about it all the next night.

Then of course, there's always witnesses,

than you gotta shoot the witnesses.

- Stop jabbering and let's go. - Okay, take it easy, pal.

Hitched down, I don't want to lose my war bags.

Then again, I figured you may have changed your mind

about shooting it out with Laredo along with these guys.

- Step up on that horse. - Okay, you got it.

Maybe you're just crowding Laredo

into drawing on you in front of a lot of people.

Kind of saving him for the big night In town, huh?

Hey, look!

[suspenseful music]

Let's go.

[gunshots]

[hooves clattering]

Take it to the outside, Hernan!

[dramatic music]

[heroic music]

[thud]

[cows mooing]

[thud]

Start turning them, Hondo.

I ain't Hondo.

[cattle stomping]

Looks like the horse of Quirt Evans.

Yeah! That's just who it is.

- Next time we're face to face-- - Yeah, I know.

You should wipe off those new boots and see if you can run him down.

[suspenseful music]

[cheerful music]

You know that champagne may be a lot fancier than whiskey

but it sure don't give you quick action.

To tell you the truth, I don't really like it.

It's very fashionable.

How do you like it, Lila?

Tickles going down and it's expensive, so I like it.

- You sleepy, Tommy? - No.

- Tired? - No.

Worried or maybe just plain bored?

Not a chance baby. You never bore me.

I wish I had that in writing.

You know it's been a long time since you told me that

my hair reminded you of corn silk.

Alright!

Your hair reminds me of corn silk.

- All gold and downy. - That's right.

All gold and downy.

You've changed. You're less romantic.

A lot more absentminded.

Take a turn at the wheel.

Win yourself a farm in Kansas.

I don't want a farm in Kansas.

Well, alright. I'll win you a trip around the world.

Miss Neal, the customers are waiting

and that's no way to treat customers.

[indistinct chatter]

[wheel rattling]

25 hot one on the red.

Give me a stack of blues.

- [romantic music playing] - [applause]

♪ There's something in your eyes ♪

♪ a little bit different ♪

♪ Something that appeals to me ♪

♪ I love the way they change ♪

♪ from angel to devil ♪

♪ always full of mystery ♪

♪ There is something in your smile ♪

♪ a little bit different ♪

♪ Something I've been looking for ♪

♪ If I could just be sure ♪

♪ that you're on the level ♪

♪ I would never ask for more ♪

♪ I got a funny little feeling ♪

♪ the first time we met ♪

17 odd on black.

17, there goes the last button on my shirt.

Alright, buddy, you gonna have another ride?

Going on 17?

Cash me in.

Place your bets.

♪ Something that I never knew ♪

♪ In every way ♪

♪ you're just a little bit different ♪

♪ That's why I love you" ♪

Thanks for the money, daddy.

I hope you didn't think I was hinting.

Bourbon, large glass.

There's plenty of rooms on either side,

you have to come bullying in between us?

I didn't see you.

You interrupted a very important discussion

on serious matters regarding big things.

Me and my brothers don't like it!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, no trouble, please!

We just put the place back together after the last difference of opinion.

Gentlemen, more over the breakage and the overhead.

Mainly the breakage.

I had a dreadful time keeping body and soul together.

What I think is going to happen, happens.

Around or on a full day.

There's your trip.

What's eating you, tall man?

You had words with those Baker brothers?

- Who? - Those four winos.

No...

I was told around they're quarrelsome citizens.

Gentlemen, lets consider the incident closed.

Watch our tempers.

Maybe I ought to go apologize.

- More whiskey. - That did it!

Come, get it!

Hands off him!

I'll be right back, I hope.

[thudding]

[glass breaking]

- [clattering] - [people yelling]

- Where have you been? - Randy's always on a trip.

Gentlemen, you don't know what you are doing to me.

Please, I've got a large family!

[clattering]

[groans]

Hey, wait a minute, it's me!

[clattering]

Billy, go ahead. Get him!

That's my old friend, Billy.

Come on, Billy, get him. Get him!

Come on! Get him!

Go on, you got him. You've got him!

[bottle breaking]

Thanks!

- I must have hit the wrong man. - I'll say you did, you--

[clattering]

[screaming]

- Hey! - Sorry, Quirt. How you doing?

[glass breaking]

- Don't worry about me. - Get up.

Come on.

You wait outside. Check them and count them as we throw them out.

- One! - Don't count!

[men yelling]

It's getting late.

Oh honey, I was so afraid you'd get hurt.

♪ And I'll never see my darling any more ♪

♪ "I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day ♪

[laughing]

♪ "For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore ♪

It's wonderful. We have money, whiskey and lovely ladies.

And just had a beautiful fight.

I tell you, we really ought a be thankful for our blessings.

Ah, you have been reading that Bible again.

That's something I never thought I would see.

- What? - A Bible with your name on it.

Now, where would you get a Bible?

Quirt!

Oh Randy, stop him!

With what?

Where is he going? Has he forgotten something?

No.

[sad music]

Penny, what is wrong with thee of late?

Table cloths don't belong in there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[upbeat music]

[suspenseful music]

Quirt!

Unsaddle my horse, will you, kid?

Sure!

Want a boarder for a while?

- Of course. You're always welcome. - Quirt!

Hello!

I haven't had a decent meal since I left here. Chocolate?

Not very good. The flour, you know.

I'll just stick around till you get one right.

- I'll feed the chickens. - So early, Penny?

Yes. Can you help me, Quirt?

Does it take two to feed a few chickens, mother?

At times, Thomas, at times. Remember?

You came back?

Yes.

Why?

I don't know exactly.

Why did you go away without saying anything?

I don't know that exactly, either.

I think it's because I frightened you.

I know that sounds strange that I should frighten you,

but I mean it.

You were frightened because I was stupid.

You thought that living with me will be tiresome

and dull after a while.

Tiresome and dull because

all I knew, raised since a baby,

here among the farmers was our belief

that people love, marry, and stay together forever after that.

I'm not such a fool not to know that outside worldly places that people love,

it doesn't have to follow that they marry and stay together forever.

I know that sometimes they separate.

Are you ever going to run down and let me talk?

No, Quirt! That's what you were afraid of.

That I tied myself around your neck

and when you get tired you couldn't get rid of me.

And I made up my mind that if you came back, I'd tell you this.

But whatever you want, Quirt, you can be.

If I go away, you go with me.

If I go away, thee go away.

[romantic music]

[music stops abruptly]

I used to be an Injun fighter.

Just can't help walking up soft on people.

Morning, Missy.

This young man here been doing any traveling since I was here last?

A fellow over Casa Verde Way lost a big herd a few days ago.

Well, Missy... Cat got your tongue?

Why ask her? You know I have been traveling.

You look in the corral to see how my horse shaped up.

I did just that.

You sure covered a lot of country.

It's a right weary animal.

I just wanted to see if the young lady would lie for you.

I was going to.

You have been over to Casa Verde Way?

I've been to Rimrock and I got witnesses to prove it.

Witnesses? For instance?

Randy McCall, Christine Taylor.

That's what I call witnesses.

Who else?

Lila Neal, I suppose.

She'd make a good alibi witness for you.

Randy, Christine and Lila.

There's three to draw to.

So Lila saw you there too, huh?

Yes.

Come here, jug head.

You dollar-and-a-half bush jumper.

Whoa!

Well, guess I missed you again, Quirt.

But I'm patient.

That's what hangs all you fellows in the end.

I'm patient.

[sad music]

Lila?

You talked about her when you were delirious.

[goat bleats]

[goat bleats]

Quirt, I--

I wish my hair was...

Her was like corn silk, you said.

[romantic music]

[ominous music]

There is a sight I never thought I'd see.

Quirt Evans behind a plough.

The pony walks as soft as you do.

I taught him.

Oh, I figured you'd have heard him.

Except you were thinking too hard.

Haven't you got some real important business to attend to?

- Some place else. - Sure.

But I always like to keep track of your whereabouts.

You know, Quirt...

I always figured on using a new rope in hanging you.

They kind of respected you.

You never took the best of things

and all your men went down looking at you.

Mind your own business.

I usually do.

It's a shame things don't always turn out the way they should.

Now, that little gal.

She'll marry some young fella

who'd know what to do with that plough.

Why don't you kick up that horse and move on?

Some young fella that would raise a lot of grain.

Cows, sheep, kids.

The kind of a fella that she'd always know where he was.

Do I have to run you off?

Well, now I tell you.

I never have been run off noplace yet.

Where I aim to stay.

But it just so happens I gotta be gone.

No, Quirt.

You don't rate a new rope with me.

[cheerful music]

Look, uh...

Does the lot of [indistinct] and nonsense have to go with it?

I'm not going to stand for a lot of

dressing up and a batch of jabbering people

looking at me just because I'm getting married.

Oh Quirt, come along with me.

- Well, yes or no? - Come on.

- Picking blackberries? - Mm-hmm.

[chuckles] Alright.

Alright.

[cheerful music]

I think we have enough, Quirt.

Never did like blackberries. Now I know I was right.

It's too much work connected with it.

I'll get some more ferns.

Look out, there's a wasp on that petunia!

Don't kill it.

Well, it's alright to for you to trust wasps and people but

he might have known that I don't trust him and decide to take first bite.

And incidentally that's not a petunia,

that's a daisy.

That's a petunia.

Petunia, daisy, daisy, petunia.

- Quirt Evans. - Hm?

Oh nothing. I just like the sound of it.

Quirt. Where did thee ever get such an odd name?

Fellow who half raised me gave it to me.

He found me somewhere along a big cattle trail.

Folks had been bushwhacked by the Indians, I guess.

He was a big fella. Cattleman.

Swung a wide loop in his younger days, I think.

Wide loop?

He wasn't too careful whose calf he threw his rope at.

Most of the old cattlemen were like that.

He raised me.

He was quite a guy.

His name was Wall Ennis.

He was down in a gambling place.

A fellow grabbed his gun arm just as he drew.

He was murdered.

Stop it.

[chuckles] Then what?

Well, I just bounced around from place to place.

Quirt Evans.

[romantic music]

[jolly music]

[suspenseful music]

- I don't see any gun. - I know him, he's got a gun alright.

I know him.

[gunshot]

Hyah!

[hooves clattering]

[suspenseful music]

Hyah! Hyah!

[gunshots]

Hyah!

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

Hyah! Hyah!

[gunshots]

Hyah!

[splash]

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

[Penny coughs]

Well, what are we waiting for?

Nothing, I guess. Let's find a saloon.

You don't have to be worried about Penny, mother.

Oh, I cant help worrying about her, Johnny.

[door slams]

Get that doctor. Burn up the roads both ways.

[suspenseful music]

A drink?

It's amazing...

the various uses to which men put alcohol.

To each different individual,

It's either a stimulant, a depressant or an anodyne.

Just now I'm using it as an anodyne.

Get to the point.

The practice of medicine

is one of the most infuriating professions known to man.

It takes 30 years of experience to teach you

that in the final analysis

there's nothing to do but stand and watch.

If she has any lucid moment,

you better speak to her.

I'm not trying to argue you out of anything.

Maybe you ought to stop and think.

She wouldn't like this, Quirt!

I'm not arguing for or against her point of view

but I know that to her the world's worst tragedy would be

if you should kill a man.

Of course, you could argue logically

that she wouldn't know whether you've killed him or not.

I think she'd know.

Any discussion has to have at least two participants.

Of course, if you refuse to answer me...

Quirt!

If I felt cynical

this would be a good opportunity to observe that we are about to see

a perfect example of "an eye for an eye", etcetera.

Unfortunately, I can't quote chapter and verse.

And I'm too tired to be cynical.

Father, father, come upstairs!

But thee art very ill, thee must not be moving about.

Mother, I've got to go--

- Thee must get back into bed. - But he needs me.

This is insanity. I told you to keep her in bed.

Do you want to commit suicide?

If you don't stay under those covers, young lady--

There's no fever.

- Thee must do what the doctor says. - Mother, please.

I can't understand it.

I can't understand it at all.

There must be some logical scientific explanation.

I'm too old to start believing in miracles.

Wrap her in blankets.

[suspenseful music]

[hooves clattering]

You know, if the two hadn't had me covered,

I would never let that Hondo Jeffries pistol-whip me.

Wait till Quirt Evans hears about this.

Quirt will take the starch out of the whole caboodle of them.

Why, Quirt and me once...

Well, it was Dodge City several years back.

When the Earps and Clantons were gunning.

Well, me and Quirt...

- Come here. - Yes, Mr. Evans.

[tense music]

Know Laredo Stevens?

He's in the Eagle,

and that pistol-whipping Hondo is with him!

Take him a message.

[piano plying]

- Hey, buy the boys a drink. - Celebrating?

Sure, why not?

Don't you get excited when you make a big win like this?

Why get excited? Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.

Don't get excited, gentlemen!

I ain't looking for trouble.

- I'm just a carrier of a message. - Yeah? What is it?

He said to come out in the street.

He's waiting for you.

Who says?

Quirt Evans.

[dissonant piano chord]

What is this, a joke?

Quirt Evans is...

Take a look out in the streets. See if it really is him.

Jack, take a look in the street.

There's a tall hombre in a black hat standing at the blacksmith's shop.

- Mind if I use the back door, Pete? - So long, Pete.

Well, they say a cat's got nine lives.

Maybe old Quirt's part cat.

He also said he was curious to know how much whiskey it would take

to build up your nerve to come out.

You're fixing to get your ears pinned back?

There's a better pair of ears out in the street

if you wanna pin somebody's ears back.

Hey, you drink this.

Sure, if I don't have to stand near you.

Come on.

I wonder if that sharp-shooting Marshal is around town.

Oh, I saw him ride out of town an hour ago.

That's good, we don't want him around here to spoil our play.

Yeah, I bet that's just exactly how you meant it.

[ominous music]

[hooves clattering]

Look out, there's going to be a shooting!

Hyah, hyah!

[tense music]

[horse neighing]

Quirt!

[romantic music]

[suspenseful music]

[romantic music]

[suspenseful music]

Quirt.

Step away from those women.

Why don't you turn around, Quirt?

[gunshots]

[heroic music]

Nothing ever works out right.

I had them dead to rights. They got the Baker stage.

So I figured out what's the ruckus.

You down them, I'd hang you.

Sort of...

killing three hawks with one stone.

So to speak.

But nothing, nothing ever works out right.

I may have missed you again, Quirt, but I'm patient.

It's only a matter of time, and I hang you.

Not me, mister.

From now on I'm a farmer.

[hooves clattering]

[cheerful music]

That Quirt!

- Hey, Quirt might need that. - No.

Only a man that carries a gun ever needs one.

What are you going to do with it?

Hang it on the wall in my office, with a new rope!

[cheerful music]