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(BIRDS CAWING)

(HORSE SNORTING)

Yah! Let's go, buster.

(WHIP CRACKING)

(SPURS CLANKING)

Beer.

And a bottle.

Ain't much good.

It's all there is.

Will you want
anything else?

Just a peaceful hour
to drink it in.

Flea-bitten range bums
don't usually stop in Lago.

Life here's a little
too quick for them.

Maybe you think
you're fast enough
to keep up with us, huh?

A lot faster than
you'll ever live to be.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Yes, sir?

Shave and a hot bath?

That'll be 90 cents.

Cash.

Well, what I mean to say
is that the 90 cents
usually comes first.

But, hell,
it don't really matter.

Before or after,
what's the diff?

Sir.

Eau de lilac's
only 10 cents more.

Lilac water.
Oh, the ladies love it.

Shall we make it
an even dollar? Hmm. No.

Yes.

(MUMBLES)

Moses.

Right you are, gentlemen.

Be right with you.
Just have a chair.

What, you don't
like our company?

What's the matter with you?

I'm speaking to you,
pig shit.

I think he's got
some of that pig shit
in his ear.

I don't know
which smells worse,
him or the shit in the bottle.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANING)

What did you say
your name was again?

I didn't.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

No. I guess you
didn't at that, did you?

Why don't you watch
where you're going?

Look at this.
It's ruined.

There's no need
for all that.

All what?

If you
want to get acquainted,
why don't you just say so?

Acquainted?

Why, you'd be amusing
if you weren't so pathetic.

Just a minute.
I'm not finished
with you yet.

You know, at a distance,
you'd almost pass for a man.

But you're
certainly a disappointment
up close, aren't you?

To your feet, ma'am.
They're almost as big
as your mouth.

You know what you are?
Hmm?

Just trash.

A bottle of whiskey
for courage and the manners
of a goat.

You're the one who could
use a lesson in manners.

Not from you,
whiskey breath.

Let go of me!

Let go!

(SCREAMING)

Let go of me!

Let go of me, you!
Put me down!

Help me!

What are you doing?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

(MOANING)

(PANTING)

My horse.

A room.

Would you like to register,
please, sir?

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GROANING)

Somebody, please help me.

Damn you all to hell.

(GROANS)

Good morning. Sleep well?
Yeah.

Say, are you
planning to stay,

keep your room
another night?

I'll let you know.

All right,
anything you say.

Morning.

(EXCLAIMS)

I've still got a bath coming.

Nice hot bath
coming right up.
Yes, sir.

Mordecai,
you put some more hot water
in that tub there.

This gentleman wants a bath.

(STAMMERING) You can hang
your clothes right down there
on the peg.

Now, Miss Peekins
does a nice...
Oh, I'm sorry.

MORDECAI: Right this way,
Captain, sir.

BARBER: Unless you want
Mordecai to take them out

and get them laundered
while you're soaking.

Miss Peekins does
a right clean boiled wash.

Uses lye
for pants rabbits, she does.
No itch, no scratch.

(WATER FLOWING)

Well,
pour the water, Mordecai,
before it gets cold.

We want the gentleman
to be comfortable.

Well, I've been
wanting to talk to you.

I might as well
get this stool here

and set right down
and do it, right?

If that's all right
with you, huh?

Well, what's it about
is Billy Borders.

Don't know the man.

Well, you missed your chance,
'cause you shot him yesterday.

Him and Ike Sharp
and Fred Morris.

You know,
those are just the names,
in case you're interested.

Well, I'm not really
interested, Sheriff.

Well, I can't say
I blame you, you know.

Billy, he wasn't
a loved man, no.

And he didn't have
much personality.

What he did have
was all bad, just bad.

What you're trying to say is
there's no charge, right?

Uh...

Well, forgive and forget,
you know.

That's our motto.

(CHUCKLING)

You dirty bastard!

I'll kill you!

Damn it, Callie!

(SCREAMING)

Callie, damn it!

Let go of me, you fat lug!

Stop... Ouch!

Tell him I'd appreciate it

if he doesn't leave town
until I talk to him.

SAM: Goddamn it!

CALLIE: I'll kill you!

(EXHALES)

I wonder what took her
so long to get mad.

Because maybe
you didn't go back for more.

It don't seem to me
that we got a choice.

Seeing we got no time
to send for help,

and further seeing
that our sheriff's

about as much use
as tits on a boar.

Sorry I'm late.
Anything happen?

No, no,
His Honor's had the floor.

In case
you haven't heard it yet,

Stacey Bridges
and the Carlin brothers are
due to get out of jail today.

They coming here?

That's been their plan,
according to all reports.

There's no reason to believe
they've changed it.

Possibly they've
repented their ways.

Preacher, they're gonna
burn this town to the ground
and you know it.

What we're talking about now
is a way to stop them.

We gotta find that way now
and quick.

Nevertheless,
my conscience will not
allow me to be a party

to the hiring
of a professional gunfighter.

Well, maybe you'd like to go
out there and stand them off
yourself, Preacher.

I'm just a simple man of God.

Well, it's time
we unsimplified you,
Reverend.

Now, Borders,
Morris and Short were
professional gunfighters

on the payroll
of the Lago Mining Company

to protect our interests
and the interests
of this town,

which are identical.

They stood around
drinking beer and looking
snotty for a full year.

And then one day
before we actually needed
the bastards,

they managed to get
themselves killed.

So if you've got
a suggestion,

we'd be delighted
to hear it.

Otherwise, take your
conscience elsewhere while we
think about saving your ass.

Land's sakes.
Where's time gone to, huh?

Miss Peekins' eldest
is feeling poorly.
I promised I'd...

Will you gentlemen
excuse me?

Well, we were talking
about hiring a gunfighter.

Yeah, we don't know anything
about that fellow there.

Well, we know
he took the best
we could find to hire,

like Grant took Vicksburg.

Yeah, with a hidden gun
in his lap.

Three for three.
One right between the eyes.

Goddamndest shooting
I ever even heard of.

I still say
we're asking for trouble!

A fellow like that,
what do we know about him?

Who is he?
Where does he come from?

Well, you've got
our permission to go
and ask him.

(LAUGHING)

Although, the last three
that tried that didn't
fare all that well.

CALLIE: Let me out!

Put me down, you bastard!
Let go of me, you fat lug!

Get the hell off me!
Let go of me!

You fat pig!

Hey, come here.
What is this?

I was just down there
sounding out that stranger,

when she come in there
blasting away
like a Cheyenne!

All right, Sam.
All right.

You're planning
to let him get away
with this, aren't you?

Be a little patient,
will you?
Patient?

Callie, when you run
across a man who's used
to having his own way,

you let him have it
until he goes too far.

Just what do you consider
going too far?

I mean, isn't forcible rape
in broad daylight
a misdemeanor in this town?

There's too much at stake
to throw away
on hysterics now.

Hysterics?

Well, I can remember
some hysterics one night
not too long ago.

Callie, keep your
mouth shut!

(SPITS)

Morgan, get her out of here.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Not while
that squinty-eyed
son of a bitch

is still breathing,
you won't!

You wonder if there's
a man left in this town!

I mean, one honest-to-God man
with a full set of balls!

(PANTING)

Well...

Why not?

'Cause I'm not a gunfighter.

Oh, now, don't get fact
mixed up with stupid. You...

Besides, I have nothing
against these men.

Who did you say they are?

Well, Stacey Bridges
and his cousins,
the Carlin boys,

they worked
for the company. They...

You know, what you
call troubleshooters.

You know,
just like those three
you done in yesterday,

except when
they was here before,
there was lots of trouble.

And they
took care of it, too.

Except, well,
they got too damn big
for their britches.

Started pushing people around,
and taking over the town
and we had to...

Had to what?

Well, we had to
take them into custody,
that's what.

Yeah.
I clapped the old bracelets
on them myself.

Hey, you won't be
wanting that slab of pie,
will you?

You know
what happened, friend,

is they stole a golden ingot
out of the mining office
down there,

and they hid it
under the floorboard

of the shack
that they lived in.

Kind of careless
of them, wasn't it?
Huh?

I mean, does a mining company
usually leave gold ingots
lying around like that?

Well, it does seem
a bit peculiar, you know.

Matter of fact,
Stacey kept bringing that up
at the trial all the time,

saying that he was being
railroaded with.

And do you know that's why
they're mad at us?

No, I'll tell you
what you can do, Sheriff.
What?

When those boys
come back to town,

you just clap the bracelets
right on them.

Me?
Yeah.

Well, I might have
forgot to mention

that they were
all three passed out
at the time, you know?

Look, I'm no lawman.

You know, they just
hung this thing on me

when that young
Marshal Duncan was killed.

You know,
he was whipped to death
right here in this street.

Bullwhipped.
Damndest thing I ever saw.

Now, why would anybody
want to do a thing like that?

Well, I don't know.
It wasn't anybody
from this town, anyhow.

How do you know?

Well, this is a good town,
and these are good people.

And look, friend,
we sure would like it

if you'd help us
with our problem.

Only problem
you've got, Sheriff,
is a short supply of guts.

You people don't need me.

Look.

Place a couple
of good riflemen

on top of that
building up there.

Maybe a couple more
with shotguns

down behind grain bags
over there.

A few more on this roof here.
Lookout up there
in the bell tower.

Maybe a rifleman.
That should just
about take care of it.

Well, what would it take
to see that through,
you know?

The ambush.
What would it cost us?

Sheriff, I don't know
if I really like
this town that much.

Well,
this is a God-fearing town.
These are God-fearing people.

You like them,
you save them.

Look, what if we offered you
anything you want?

Anything?

Unlimited credit.
That's what it means.

An open charge account
with no reckoning.

What His Honor's
trying to say is

you got yourself a free hand
in this town, friend.

Any damn thing I want, huh?

Yeah. Go on.
Help yourself.

Help yourself!
Go ahead.
It's my pleasure.

Yes, sir.
Anything you want
that's here,

as best as we can
get it for you, we will.

Even if it's some
little squaw or a Mex

and keep your bed
warm at night.

Hey, you!

Keep your sticky fingers
off them blankets
if you're not buying.

And keep them
kids under control.
Goddamn savages.

And besides, you know,
about handling that ambush,

you know, everybody in town,
more or less,
is at your orders.

Here you go.

No, no. No.

Tell him it's all right.

It's all right.

Anything I want?

Now, how's that feel?

Not bad. I'll take them.

All right, that's three pairs
of hand-stitched boots

and a tooled belt
with silver buckle.

Let's see, that'll be,
five and two,
carry the nine,

and that comes to exactly...

No charge.

Come on, now.

I'd like to get
all these people a drink.

Yes, sir.
One round for the house.
There you are.

This gentleman here's
buying a round
for the house.

No fair. No fair.
I ordered one, too. Don't I
get a glass of beer?

You get a glass of beer,
right there.
Coming up.

There we are.

Now, that's one round
for the house, sir.
Anything else?

Get yourself something.

Oh, thank you
very kindly, sir.
I'll have a cigar.

And smoke it later.

Now, including the smoke,
that comes to about $8.50.

There's no charge, Lutie.
(CHUCKLES)

Huh?

You was at the meeting.
Anything he wants
in this town, he gets.

You voted on it.

I didn't know
that meant free whiskey.

Well, everybody's
got to put something
in the kitty, right?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Right.

About time this town
had a new sheriff.

I'm the sheriff?
I'm the sheriff.

(SNICKERING)

I'm sorry, Sam.

But you looked so comical
when he put your badge
on the runt.

I'm not a runt anymore.
I'm the sheriff.

And the mayor.

And I'm the mayor.

Any objections?

No. No, that's fine.

I'm the mayor.
I'm the sheriff.

No more,
"Mordecai, bring the water.

"Mordecai, take the laundry.
Clean up the mess."

Hot damn!
I'm gonna declare a holiday.

Hot damn!

Wait a minute.

I can't be a sheriff
if I don't have a gun.

Is this about the size gun
you're looking for?

No, that one.
That'll do.

Whatever this gent wants,
he's to have.

That's orders of Mr. Drake
and Mr. Allen.

I want every man
in the regiment to have
one of these nice rifles.

What regiment?

The City of Lago Volunteers.

Never heard of them.

Why, you ought to,
you're in it.

So are you, you,
and all of you out there.

I want you all
out in the street
in 10 minutes for drill.

Well, that's that.

Bridges, you Carlin boys,

don't forget
your tickets back here
to my little hotel.

And don't worry.
They ain't loaded.

What about our horses?

We had three good animals.

What do you think
you've been eating
the last six months?

Damn him! Dog, I didn't
eat my own horse!

That slop he fed us
wasn't our horses.

He just stole them
and sold them to somebody.

That's what he done!
Shut up.

Well, that's what he done!
Shut up.

When we get to Lago,
you can have
the mayor's horse.

Fried or barbecued.

Well, I guess we walk some.

Old Drake and Allen
don't seem
to have remembered.

Oh, they'll remember.

One way or another,
they'll remember.

All right.

You don't wanna get shot.

You don't want your shops
or your houses burned.

You don't want
your women touched.

You don't want
anything to happen.

Except you're afraid
to do anything about it.

Or you don't know how.

(YELLING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Shit.

MORDECAI: Fire! Fire!

Come on, fire!

I don't remember
lending my wagons

to be shot up
by these goddamn fools
out here.

You know,
you're gonna look
awfully silly

with that knife
sticking up your ass.

MORDECAI: Fire!
Pull those triggers!
Come on, shoot!

Shoot!

Aim! Fire!

You still here?

No. No, I was...
I was just going.

Damn! Can you
do that every time?

Damn right he can.

We're not gonna have a thing
in the world to worry about.

This is gonna be a picnic!

All right,
keep them after us, huh?

Go on, out there.

You men carpenters?

Sí, señor
We do rough fixing.

Could you make
some tables, big ones,

that a lot
of people could sit?

Like for a church picnic?

Exactly.

Well, you could use sawhorses
and one-by-twelves.

Could you have
them ready for me
by tomorrow morning?

If we have the lumber.

You'll have the lumber.

Come on with me.

You really
planning a picnic?

Any objection?

No, just
it's the damndest thing
I ever heard of.

You haven't heard
the funny part.
What's that?

You're furnishing
the beer and whiskey.

(MORDECAI LAUGHING)

Oh, Preacher.

Good morning,
Brother Belding.

Mrs. Lake was just
asking about you.

Oh, how is
the dear old soul?

Oh, she's chipper
as a jaybird.

I don't know
how she does it.

Well, she's got
the strength of her faith,
Brother Belding.

Praise God.
The strength of her faith.

Too bad about your barn.
Termites?

There's nothing
wrong with my barn.
It's sound as a dollar.

Then how come
those two Mexs
is tearing it down?

What?

What do
you greasy bastards think
you're doing to my barn?

STRANGER:
Exactly what I told them.

MORDECAI:
We're requisitioning
your barn, Belding.

Any objection?

You men
can go back to work.

Would you mind telling me
what the hell's
going on here?

And you can help out, too.

You mean,
you want me to help you
tear down my barn?

Wait a minute.

Maybe he'd be better use

if he'd help us
collect the few little items
we're still missing.

Items? What items? What for?

You got the list, Sheriff.
Read it to him.

We still need 35 bedsheets,

one barbecued steer
and 200 gallons
of red paint.

Red paint?

We're counting on you
for the bedsheets.

Is there anything else?

Yes, there is.

How long is it gonna take you
to get everybody
out of your hotel?

What?

Everybody out.
How long is it gonna take?

Why, I just can't...

I mean, I got eight people
living in rooms up there
in my hotel.

Now, I just...
Where are they gonna go?

Out.

You know better than to walk
in a man's camp and...

What the hell is going on?

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Well, Stacey, looks like
we got three fresh horses.

Wait a while.

He's got him
some snappy duds.

MORDECAI: Faster!

(GUNS FIRING)

Fire! Pull that trigger!

SAM: Go on!

Go on!

MORDECAI: Shoot!

Pull that trigger!

Fire!

Any improvement?

Uh, some.

You know,
Lew and I were thinking,

maybe we were a little
hasty in our decision.

What do you mean?

Well, maybe we don't
need any outside help
to solve our problem.

Hell, Dave, maybe we don't
even have a problem.

Every man
who ever got sent up,

went away saying
he's gonna come back
and get even, right?

But think about it.

Can you actually
remember anyone ever

coming back
and doing anything?

I can't think of one.
Can you?

The point being, you want
to get rid of the gunfighter.
Is that it?

Now, Dave, we got to
before it's too late.

He's making a mock
of this whole town.

Making that
little dwarf the sheriff.

Kicking my own people
out of my own hotel.

Got half of the women in town
sewing bedsheets together.

They're my bedsheets!

Got those Mexicans down there
building long picnic tables.

Lutie Naylor, down there
barbecuing a whole damn steer.

Some kind of a picnic.

Right here in our own town.

Sounds pretty good to me.

What do you mean?

I mean,
it sounds like a good idea,

bringing everything
out in the open
so we can see it.

Don't you see
what we're saying?

This whole thing's
all for nothing.

They're probably
all three blind drunk

in some Nogales whorehouse
right now.

Well, if they're
dead drunk in Nogales,
we'll know in 24 hours.

Surely we can
put up with the man
for one more day.

No. I say no.

He's got this whole town
so people are beginning
to turn on each other.

What's the matter, Morgan?
Anybody special turn on you?

You want to spell
that out, Drake?

Spell it yourself.

I'm not gonna
jeopardize everything
I've built here

because some blond bitch
and he threw you out of bed.

God damn you!
Don't talk to me that way.

I'll talk to you
any way I like!

I'll say
anything I have to say

as long as
I'm running this company.

Well, say it,
but you could listen

once in a while yourself,
you know.

What's the matter, Morgan?

You're not getting
your fair share
of the profits?

Profits.
It's not the profits.

It's just that
this whole business
has gone sour

since that deal with
that former Marshal Duncan.

Wait a minute, we had
no choice in that matter,
and you know it.

Come on!
Wait a minute...

The big mistake we made
was hiring that man Duncan
in the first place,

and you did that
all by yourself.
All by myself?

Quiet. Shut up.
We can trust one another.
Guys, please...

This whole town
had a hand
in what happened.

Hell, why do you
think Stacey Bridges
and the Carlin brothers

kept their mouths shut
all this time?

Same reason
everybody else
did in this town.

One hang, we all hang.

Now, you just grit your teeth
a little bit longer.

The gunfighter stays
till I say otherwise.
You understand?

(DOOR BANGS SHUT)

Well, there it is,
just like he said.

That stranger's got everybody
turning on everybody.

Being put out
after all these years.

That man!
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MORDECAI: Right here.

Okay, folks,
put your bags right here
in the wagon.

All right, folks,
just put your bags

right here in the wagon.
Right here.

What's going on here?

What the hell
does it look like
is going on, Preacher?

They're emptying
my whole hotel.

Throwing out paying guests,
right into the street

just to make room
for our new guardian angel.

He likes
to be by himself,
more or less.

You see who's running
our town now?

He's sitting right
over there, Mr. Belding.

If you don't like it

why don't
you just go over there
and tell him that he can't?

Mordecai,

someday soon someone's
going to step on your scrawny
little neck, you lizard,

and when they do,
you're going to be nothing
but a squished monster.

See here,

you can't turn
all these people out
into the night.

It is inhuman, brother.
Inhuman!

I'm not your brother.

We are all brothers
in the eyes of God.

All these people,
are they your
sisters and brothers?

They most certainly are.

Then you won't mind
if they come over

and stay at your place,
will you?

MORDECAI: All right, folks,
let's go! Put your bags
up here! Let's hurry up!

Friends, friends,
don't worry.

We shall find haven
for you in our own homes.

And it won't cost you
one cent more than
regular hotel rates.

WOMAN: Paid up,
that's ridiculous.

My room ready?

Two connecting rooms,
the best in the hotel.

One for entertaining
your many new friends
in town,

and one for sleeping.

If your conscience
lets you sleep.

Oh, I sleep
just fine, ma'am.

Is that so?

You care to see for yourself?

You tell Mrs. Belding
there'll be two for supper.

I like chicken, fried.

And anything else?

Best bottle of wine in town.

(LAUGHING)

Remember, he won't
be around forever,
you little...

(WHIP CRACKING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(DOG BARKING)

Marshal.

(GROANING)

Somebody, please help me.

What are you doing?

Let go of me!
You've got to stop this!
Not now!

Let go of me!

Damn you all to hell.

How did you get in here?

You had your chance
and you missed it.

You're hurting me.
What do you want?

Just a little
pleasant female company
for supper.

You know what you are?
What?

You're an animal.

Yeah, well,
you have a way
of bringing that out.

No, thank you,
but I don't eat with dogs.

You might,
if it's the dog
that runs the pack.

Give me a half an hour
to get ready.

You're ready right now.

I could be readier.

Half an hour.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You know, actually,
I eat like a bird.

MORDECAI: I've got it.

I knew that old bastard
Hobart had it in a hole
under the store.

Look. But I've got it.

Yeah, all the way
from France.

Yeah, would you stick
a bent knife in that,
get the cork out?

Do you have
any special request
for dessert?

No, I've already
taken care of that.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

Can't fix that without
a blacksmith or a vet.
Maybe both.

Hell, we'll find
neither one out here.

Well, I'll tell
you something, Stace.

I think we've been
pushing too hard.

I mean, like as not,
all three of these horses
could have come up lame.

Hell, I feel pretty lame
myself, not being on a horse
12 months in that damn jail.

Back off, Cole.

Maybe we ought to leave you
and the horse here.

Well, now, Stace,
I didn't mean nothing.

Hell, Stacey, he can ride
double with me until
we come across somebody.

We'll all need
fresh animals.

All right!
Quit crying about it.

I'll tell you what, though.

Soon as they find
those bodies back there,

they're gonna have
a hunting party out for us.

And I want time
to take one year
of my life out of Lago

before we move on.

How long is that
gonna take, you figure?

A lifetime for some of them.

(DOOR OPENING)

You're out late, Mordecai.
Huh?

...and fornication
and sins of the flesh.

...and fornication
and sins of the flesh.

That's what's
going on under my roof

right now
while I'm talking to you.

That stranger has taken over
my whole hotel,

and thrown good,
honest, decent folk
right out into the night.

Well, why didn't
you stop him, Lewis?
You've got a gun.

You shut your
fat mouth, Sam.

We're tired
of giving you money
for doing an incompetent job!

Don't you
talk to me that way!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Please! Look at us!

Sweet God,
look what's happening to us.

That's right.
It's just like
the preacher says.

That stranger's got
everybody in this town
at each other's throats.

He's set himself up
like a king!

He's got you all
snake fascinated,
every damn one of you!

This crazy picnic.
200 gallons
of blood-red paint.

It couldn't be worse
if the devil himself
had ridden right into Lago.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

Welcome to Lago,
you son of a bitch.

Get out of here!

They're here, Father!

I'm sorry.

(SCREAMING)

Morg!

Morg!

Where are you going?
Morg, Morg, take me with you!

Morg? Morg, you better
take me with you.

Morg, where are you going?
Morg! Morg!

Don't leave me here!
He'll kill me!

Get off my cuffs.
Let's go!

LEWIS: Oh, no.

Oh, my beautiful hotel.
They promised me
that they wouldn't...

Ruined.

A total loss.

Didn't even touch my store.

Look, I want you
to watch that pilfering.

You know, I hold you
responsible, Sheriff.

I'm not
your goddamn sheriff.
You!

Say, I'll need one, two...
Two up there.

I'll need four boxes
from you,

and shovels from you,
so these people
can dig the holes.

Well, yes...
But I thought
perhaps we could...

Right now.

Yeah. All right, everyone.

Was you here?
I mean, did you see anything?

Somebody left the door open,
and the wrong dogs came home.

Yeah. Well...

Get the shovel, will you?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I hope
you're not gonna blame us
for Morgan Allen's stupidity.

Because the rest of us here
have an agreement with you.

Well, right now
I don't feel too agreeable.

Well, maybe a little bonus
will make you
a little more appreciative.

How little?

500 a head.

500 an ear?

Done. Done.

(SHOVELING)

$3,000?

You promised that
son of a bitch $3,000

after what he did
to my hotel?

Promising's one thing.
Paying's another.

He may just catch a bullet.

He may just catch a bullet.

Oh, you and Lewis
can grab shovels, too.

I knew you were cruel,
but I didn't know
how far you could go.

Well, you still don't.

Well, it doesn't
matter to you.

I don't know where
you're gonna sleep now.
Bodies everywhere.

All the rooms are ruined
except for our room.

Oh...

Wait. Wait a minute.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. No.

No, let go, let go! Lewis!

Lewis, don't just
stand there.

Let go of me!
Let go!

Stop!
Look, you don't need me.

Let go! Let go!

Let go of me!

What are you
gonna do with those?

Defend myself.

Against what?

It's no secret
what you did
to Callie Travers.

Did?

The other day
in the stable.

As I recall,
she enjoyed that quite a bit.

I promise you, I won't.

Well,
you flatter yourself, lady.

I flatter myself?

Yeah, I'd love to oblige you,
but a man's got to get
his rest sometime.

Oblige me?

But I'll tell you what.
If you come back
in about a half-hour,

I'll see what
I can do, all right?

Why, you low-down,
stinking, son of a...

(GRUNTS)

Have you ever heard
the name Jim Duncan?

I've heard
a lot of things. Why?

He was town marshal here.

He's lying out there
in an unmarked grave.

They say the dead
don't rest without a marker
of some kind.

Do you believe that?

What makes you think I care?

I don't know.

He's the reason this town's
afraid of strangers.

I was going
to warn you about that.
Pretty funny.

What's funny?

You ask me that
in a blown-up hotel

with seven dead men
to your credit already?

I was just stopping by
for a bottle of whiskey

and a nice hot bath.

All right.
If you say so.

You don't believe me?

Mister, whatever you say
is fine with me.

Be careful.

You're a man
who makes people afraid,
and that's dangerous.

Well, it's what people know
about themselves inside

that makes them afraid.

I don't know
if we shouldn't mark
the grave somehow.

Sam?

I don't see any need.

Ain't likely
that anybody's gonna
cry over them anyhow.

You know what to do.

Yes, sir, Captain.

All right!

Everybody grab
a brush and start in.

You mean, you want
the whole place painted?

Everything.

You can't possibly
mean the church, too.

I mean especially the church.

All right, I'll paint
if you say we've got to,

but when we get done,
this place is
gonna look like hell.

Hello, Lewis.

I want you to go to that
meeting with me, Sarah.
It's very important.

No.

Not now, not ever.

They are still
your neighbors!

Yes, they're my neighbors,
and they make me sick.

Hiding behind words
like "faith, " "peace,"
and "trust."

Good words.
Damn good words.

But we hid
a murder behind them.

Won't you
never understand, woman?

It wasn't anything
we wanted to do.

When Duncan
found out the mine was
on government property,

it was just
a technicality, really,

but he was determined
to turn us in.

Wouldn't listen to reason.

Is that why?
Is that really
why it happened?

Don't you see, Sarah?
They would have
closed down the mine!

Do you know what would've
happened to this town then?

It would've been the end
of everything
that we've worked on.

All of it, all of us!
And you, too, wife.

Now, sometimes
we have to do
what's necessary to do,

for the good of everybody.

That's the price
of progress.

And what's the price
of a human life, Lewis?

Ask your good friends
if they know that.

Uh-huh.

Your damn conscience.

I'll say,
it's sure taken a hell
of a while to bother you.

I'm packing to leave, Lewis.
I won't be coming back.

COLE: That's Morg Allen,
or what's left of him.

Well, now, what's he doing,
riding around here like that?

He's come back to pay us
back for some jail time
that was rightfully his.

Only he don't know it yet.

Stacey, help me.

My arm. Help me.

Help me, Stacey.

I'm curious, Morg.

You helped them railroad us,

and you've got
the balls to come down here
and ask us for a favor?

Goddamn if
I don't admire you.

Do something
about my arm, Stacey.

Well, I am
doing something, Morg.

Sitting here watching you
bleed to death.

Stacey, things have
changed in Lago.

You need me.

I gotta tell you about it.

I gotta tell you about it.

Yeah. From the looks
of your arm, Morg,

it looks like
you've run your welcome
out in Lago, and ours, too.

What me and the boys
want to know

is how we're gonna
pick up 12 months' back pay

and everything else
that's owed us.

Stacey, for God's sakes!

No, no. For our sake.

Now you can
help us, all right,

and you can
help yourself, too.

Now you just give me
the combination
to that big iron box

in the back of your office,

and me and the boys
will just (WHISTLES)

sneak right in there

real quiet-like,
take what's ours,
bring you the rest,

or leave it there
safe and sound,
that's up to you.

First, of course,
we'll fix up your arm,

set you over there
in the shade

with a nice canteen
full of water.

You no-good,
worthless son of a bitch.

You're probably
right about that.

Give me that
combination, Morg.

I wouldn't give you
the combination
to the gates of hell.

(GROANING)

Ugh! Dog!

Sure had a lot
of blood left in him,
didn't he?

Two sticks of dynamite
will take care of that
iron box, anyway.

We don't need him.

(GUN FIRING)

Dan, you hit?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

Damn near tore my leg off!

Who the hell is that?

Must be Dave Drake.

What the hell did you hit?

(GUNS FIRING)

Keep shooting, damn it!

He shot my ear off!

Somebody up there's
playing games.

He shot my ear off!

Well, he could've shot
your whole damn head off!
Now get down!

(GUN FIRING)

Dave, is that you?

Come on out!
We'll settle this.

Morg was almost dead, anyway,
from that arm!

I just put him
out of his misery!

I'll kill you!

You son of a bitch,
I'll kill you!

Come down out of there,
you bastard!
I'll cut your heart out!

Let's go up there, Stacey.
There might be
some more dynamite.

I'll get him.
I'll get him,
whoever it was up there.

I'll kill every man in Lago!

(HAMMERING)

The guests are on
their way to the party,

so gather
all the people together.

Right, Captain!
All right, men,
get that sign up!

(HAMMERING)

MORDECAI: Come on!
They're coming!

All right,
everybody, come on!
Get a little move on!

I want you
up in that tower.

First sign of dust,
you ring the bell,
you hear?

Are you sure this is
gonna be all right?

It's gonna be all right.

He's back! He's here.
It's time to get ready.

What's the matter
with everybody?
Wait till we gun them down.

Bang, bang, bang!

All right, everybody, I think
we're expected outside.

I just hope
that shooter we hired
is feeling up to snuff.

Don't worry.
He'll be fine.

Let's go.

Hey, señor,
can we come to the fiesta?

No.

I want everybody
to have plenty of those.

Hey, ain't it about time
we got out there, huh?

There's plenty of time.

Yeah, but they'll be here
any damn minute.

I think Sam's right.
We ought to.

Yeah.

What about after?

What about
after we do it?

Hmm?

What do we do then?

Then you live with it.

Where you gonna be?
Are you gonna
take the first shot?

Are you gonna get
Stacey Bridges first?

Or maybe you're gonna get
all three by yourself?

When are you
gonna give the signal?

I'm not. You are.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

You old people,
move out of here!

(BELL TOLLING)

MAN: Here they come!

Yee-haw!

(GUNS FIRING)

Come on!

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

(WHOOPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(SCREAMING)

Get them.

(MAN YELLING)

Don't shoot me.
Don't! Don't.

A party? A party?

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

Welcome home party, huh?

Well, here's to your party.

Give me another bottle.

Give me another bottle!

Well, now the party's over.

COLE: Stace!
CALLIE: Let go of me!

Look what I found
in the bushes.

Look what I found
in the bushes!

(GROANING)

(SOBBING)
Stacey, it was always you.

That's why
Morg Allen hated you.

He knew how much
I loved you.

Yeah, I bet you just
cried yourself to sleep
every night

thinking about me
in that territorial prison.

But I did. I really did!

Yeah, well,
I can see it all now.

You lying there
in Morg Allen's bed,
just a-crying and a-humping.

Oh, no, no!

Give me that bottle.

Cole, go and get
the horses ready.

COLE: You got it, Stace.

Stacey.
Stacey, you're gonna take me
with you, aren't you?

(STACEY LAUGHING)

I can do better than you
in a four-bit fancy house.

You still here?

God damn right
I'm still here.

I wanna know
who them sons of bitches
was that ambushed us.

That's what
I'd like to know.

That's what we're gonna
find out right now.

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Who are you?

Don't hit me.

Don't hit me, please!

Please, don't hit me.

Please, stop!

Please, don't hit me!
Please!

(GROANING)

Come on, Stacey.
Let's get out of here.
Shut up.

Okay, everybody out.

Everybody out!

Out!

Come on, move!

Go on. Get out!

Move!

Go on.

STACEY: Move!

Hurry up in there. Move!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Hold up there!
Get in there!
Hold it right there!

MAN 1: Dynamite!
MAN 2: Dynamite!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Stacey, the goddamn horses
are gone.

Go on. Go on!

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GROANING)

MAN: Help me.

Help me.

(GUN CLICKING)

Who are you?

(GUN COCKING)

(GUN FIRING)

Who are you?

(GUN FIRES)

I'm just about done here.

I never did know your name.

Yes, you do.

Take care.

Yes, sir, Captain.