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Pow!

- Pow, pow! - Pow, pow! Pow!

- Pow, pow! - Haha, got you!

Pow, pow!

- Pow, pow! - Pow, pow!

He ain't just drunk.

I should have nailed him when I had him inside.

I've got a horse in that corral!

- Kid's got a gun. - I'll ram it down his throat.

Wait a minute, I'll talk to him.

I know him, he'll listen to me.

What that kid needs is some shirtsleeve preaching.

Now, wait a minute, he's drunk.

- You don't know... - I've handled drunks before!

Jing! Jing, you listen to me!

- Parson... - Let him be.

I'm going to get the marshal.

Shirtsleeve preaching is right.

Jing McQueen!

Jing McQueen, so help me, I'll bust you into 27 pieces!

Pow!

Pow, pow, pow! Pow, pow, pow, pow!

Hey, hey!

Jing...

Jing!

Hey, leave me alone, leave me alone, let me go!

Jing!

Jing, you're coming with me, son.

Come with me, Jing.

Let go!

What are you doing, Jing?

Where you hit?

I tried to get him to stay away, he just wouldn't listen.

I knew something like this was gonna happen.

Fetch the doc.

- What is it? - Nothing.

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I'll take that, sir.

That's some coat.

Must have come from the cold country.

Yours for $20.

- $20? - 10.

Mister, I don't even have five.

I got some advice for you.

Exercise.

Stable's a complete loss.

Right flat on the ground.

Eight good horses.

And the parson, he's just hanging on by the skin of his teeth.

Say, I'm looking for a man named Kilgallen.

- Cherokee? - No, he's a white man.

You picked a bad day for jokes, mister.

Cherokee Saloon.

Kilgallen is the owner.

Is he the one you want?

That sounds right.

South end of Main Street.

Can't miss it.

What do you mean when you say it's a bad day for jokes?

We ain't never had no lynching around here,

but there's always got to be a first time.

Thank you.

Now, where was I?

Oh yeah, the fire.

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Hello, Jack.

Well.

You know, you're about a month late.

Yeah, well, I had a couple of things to wind up.

Hey, you do this sort of thing every day?

Not hardly.

Buy you a beer?

All right, all right, be quiet, will you?

Quiet!

Best I can tell you is that he's holding his own.

Now if you want to do him a real favor, go on home.

Tend to your own business.

If that man dies, we're gonna have us a war.

You wouldn't lie to us, would you, Doc?

What do you think?

- Who did it? - Crazy kid.

Son of one of the biggest ranchers in the outlet.

Marshal's out running him down now.

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He shouldn't have come at me like that is all.

Should have known.

You come at a man who's drunk with a gun on his hip, you're gonna get shot.

And that's what he got.

- I'm sorry. - Well, that ought to fix it.

- You reckon? - Why sure.

I'll just go back into town with a little note saying

"I'm sorry, signed Jingle Bob McQueen."

And then somebody will read it at a Sunday meeting

and everything will be all right.

You sound like I don't mean it.

- I am sorry. - So am I.

So's a lot of other people.

Have you told your pa yet?

He's up in the hills yonder, wolf-hunting.

Due back today.

He gonna be put out considerable.

Jing, you sound like you wouldn't rope a quarter horse or something.

I know I done wrong.

Old man'll have a right to rawhide me.

You might be in for a whole lot of rawhiding of one kind or another.

Like what?

Well, there's a law that says you're not allowed to shoot a parson in a back alley.

I told you, I know I done wrong!

Why you always gotta be pecking away at the same place like a dad-blamed

magpie or something?

I'm gonna have to take you in.

You what?

You're gonna have to enter a plea and stand trial

and all sorts of nonsensical things.

Now it doesn't matter a lick whether you're Dingle Bob McQueen

or Matthew Mark Lukenjohn.

You shoot a parson in a back alley on the Fourth of July,

you're in for a couple of inconveniences.

Now get up.

Might be better you talk to my pa first.

Save you a lot of time and trouble.

Come on.

There's gonna be another old gulch up there.

Bigger maybe.

More gold in Idaho than California ever saw.

You should have stayed.

Claim next to mine went for $1,000 a running foot.

The one below it, twice that.

What'd you say?

I said you should have stayed in Idaho.

Now why would I do that, Jack?

You write you need me down here.

You're a month late, I told you.

Crown's got the job nailed down.

All wrote out with a government seal on it.

Well.

He's got a lot of territory to cover.

Thousand square miles.

Five towns, a railroad.

15 farm settlements.

17.

Sodbusters pouring in every day.

What about Cimarron? How many saloons you got?

Eight.

- Gambling? - Down on the row.

Faro dealer every 20 feet.

Table charges, license fees.

You've got a bigger goldmine here than I got in Idaho.

Maybe... maybe you didn't hear what I said.

You're a month late.

If I do business, it's gotta be with Crown.

Well, you might not get along.

Why not?

I knew him in Kansas.

How well?

Pretty well.

Might surprise you.

We'll see.

Look here, Jack.

You telling me I come 1,300 miles for a free beer?

And you brought my coat back.

When you swiped it up there, I thought I'd never see it again.

You, uh, you need a small loan, I might...

I got money.

Could buy you out right now if I was a mind to.

I'm not about to sell.

There's a name for the likes of you, Jack.

Say it.

You won't hurt my feelings.

He'll chew you to pieces.

You can't handle a man like Crown.

Can you?

Watch me.

Thanks for the beer.

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Don't say it.

What that for?

Never mind.

Get going.

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All right, now make room for us.

Let us through, nothing's gonna happen yet.

- How is he? - About the same.

Marshal.

What do you think of our project yonder?

Whose notion?

My land and lumber.

Labor's volunteer.

I wouldn't want to advise you on a business venture, Mr. Kilgallen,

but I'd say you could put that lumber to a better use.

That's what they told Noah.

Who's working on the flood?

We've got a committee of 500.

We gonna have a flood?

You want an explanation?

I'll give it to you.

What's he talking about? What flood?

- Take it easy, Jing. - No, what's he talking about?

- I'll tell you about it later. - Take him inside.

You sodbusting yahoos, you...

Now we ain't got much law around here,

but what law we have, we're gonna follow.

You all can build a gallows in your own backyard, if you have a mind to,

and if you've got the lumber.

But there's only one that's gonna be used, if it's used,

and that's over in Fort Smith.

The man that uses it is going to have a legalized death warrant in his hands.

Now you can chew on that and swallow it.

And we just might then get along.

And we just might not get along too.

I can smell it in the breeze.

The stink of bought-and-paid-for justice that allows any hoorah curly wolf

who's a mind to to come roaring into town and cut down a man of God

in the streets for target practice!

I see it happen in other towns.

I've seen what happens when the lawman and the money

stand on the same side of the line!

I've got a confession to make.

I've been blind to a lot of goings-on around this town,

but it's taken Mr. Kilgallen to open my eyes to them.

Why don't you and I have a talk?

Y'all go about your business now.

Mr. Kilgallen and I are going to have a meeting.

He'll report back to you later on.

Mr. Kilgallen?

Have a seat in my office, Mr. Kilgallen.

I'll be right with you.

Jim, there's a man who just came in here...

- Not now. - Well, he went upstairs...

Listen, fix me a bowl of soup or something.

- I'm hungry as a wolf. - But he said that...

Now go on, scoot.

- How is he? - Feisty.

I'd like to talk to you about him, Marshal...

Not now.

You go up and take a peek at the parson.

See how he's doing.

Have a cigar, Mr. Kilgallen.

I was just checking with our new boarder.

Doesn't seem to like his accommodations.

But then again, they're a lot better than the ones you're planning for him.

Right?

Here, let me do that for you.

What's on your mind?

More and better.

Ah.

Right? More and better.

Ain't sure I follow you.

You're ahead of me, Mr. Kilgallen.

I like your whiskey.

Can't say as much for the rest of you.

I'm sorry to hear you say that.

You got a talent I can use.

Tell me more.

This is a new country, Mr. Kilgallen.

And it's never been shook down.

It's got no top to it and no bottom.

There's a lot of running room for a man who's fast on his feet.

You, uh, wouldn't be questioning my sincerity.

Well, I'm running too.

Are you now?

I figure if I keep on running and reaching,

the handles are gonna come by one of these days.

Maybe that handle is here.

That boy's father runs 100,000 head of cattle across that river

and a string of politicians in Washington.

His head is on the block.

He's gonna come out roaring.

- He can't win. - Don't be so sure.

If you and I are gonna work together, we gotta understand

what we're going up against.

Did I... did I say we were gonna work together?

Well, you're not gonna sell rotgut whiskey the rest of your life now,

are you?

Door opens up for you,

you're not gonna slam it shut in your own face.

Priest gets shot down in the streets.

A preacher.

When I'm on the stump, I think priest.

If he dies, you're gonna have every boomer

in the strip marching behind you waving the flags.

- You see it that way too. - You can't fight a dead preacher.

Takes two.

Takes a gun and a man with words.

You and me, between us.

It's ours.

They'll carry us on their shoulders into the hallowed halls.

Carve it up like apple pie.

We will... we will!

Partner.

What you've got is a half a cigar and a half a glass of whiskey.

Now get out.

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I hear tell you're in the gallows business.

I am.

When's the hanging?

I'll send you an engraved invitation.

You do that.

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We got company.

Noah?

What do you mean?

Man was talking about Noah and a flood.

What'd he mean by that?

Your daddy just got back from that wolf hunt.

He ain't gonna like that shotgun.

He ain't got no use for 'em, you best get rid of it.

Is that all that worries you?

What your daddy's gonna say?

Tell him I didn't mean it, okay?

Just tell him that, will you?

I didn't mean it.

- Jim, um... - Not now.

What can I do for you?

That's a stupid question.

We have a restaurant here.

We have a long, delectable menu.

And we serve imported liquor from all over.

Where is he?

I didn't mean it, Pa.

Bust your head in is what I ought to do.

I was drunk.

What did I tell you about getting liquored up and down?

How many times have I told you you can't hold your liquor

no more than a baby in a crib... How many times?

I know, Pa, I know what you told me.

I just didn't remember, is all.

- I forgot. - Forgetting's no excuse, Jing.

I told you that a trillion times.

You're coming on to 20 years old.

You don't forget; you're a man now.

You know a man don't forget.

Jing.

Look at me.

Son.

Look at Daddy.

I'm gonna get you home and I'm gonna bust you in half, son.

I'm gonna give it to you like you never got it before.

Don't you forget that.

I won't, Pa.

All right.

Well, what do I do to turn him loose?

Nothing.

He stays right where he is.

Thatch, Izzy.

Now, Mr. Crown,

I don't want to be too hard on the new man.

We've got Jing's horse waiting outside, so you just turn him loose

and I'll pretend like it never happened.

That judge is out on the circuit.

You want to keep that poor horse waiting till he gets back?

I guarantee to have the boy here to plead.

I already did that.

The boy's gonna stay right where he is.

You're talking like it was murder.

We'll know about that in the next few hours.

Now you get him out of here, mister, right now!

No sodbuster jury is going to try my boy.

Anybody does that, it'll be me.

I'll bust him... my boy, my way.

I'm giving you 10 seconds to get him out, then I'm going to take him.

Jim!

Dulcey, go back in the kitchen.

- But the man I told you about... - Dulcey!

There he is!

Long time, Jim.

It has.

It certainly has.

Abilene.

Ellsworth, Hays City.

Dodge.

All right, your 10 seconds are up.

Mr. McQueen, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine.

This is Wiley Harpe.

Mr. McQueen here wants to take a prisoner home, contrary to the law.

So I heard.

Well, it's your move, Mr. McQueen.

I'll see you at the hearing.

Jim, is he a friend of yours?

It's a long story.

Oh, I'll go find him a better room.

Evidently, you're a celebrity.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Young lady, don't you believe a word that man tells you.

Jim, nice to be here.

Please come this way.

Jim?

Come into my office, old buddy.

I want a word with you.

I heard it.

You ain't gonna turn me loose.

There's a whole town of people out there wanna skin you alive.

- Now you wouldn't want that. - I ain't afraid.

I've been taught to stand my ground and I intend to.

Jing McQueen, this is Wiley Harpe.

- Who taught you that? - My pa.

"You stand your ground," he says, "the only size a man's got."

He's right, son.

You turn me loose, I'll show you.

Doc, I wanna have a word with you.

Make yourself at home, be right with you.

How's the preacher?

Sleeping.

Don't look for no more trouble from here on in.

Got a woman in labor.

He's gonna pull through, huh?

Yeah, told me he would last night.

Have no reason to agree with him until just now.

See you tonight.

Uh, Doc.

Do me a favor, will you?

- Yeah. - Don't tell anybody about this.

Why?

Boy's better off right where he is.

Whatever you say.

Ain't you a sight for sorry eyes?

- How long has it been, Wiley? - Hot city, wasn't it?

You were taking off for Arizona.

Oh, that'd be 10 years ago.

Seems like it was yesterday.

What have you been doing?

Oh, you know about Tombstone, don't you?

Well, I read the papers.

Yeah.

Which paper did you read?

Does it make a difference?

Well, not if you know the truth from a pack of lies.

Well, it's hard to be honest in a mining country anyway.

What'd you do after that?

Oh, I hit it, Jim.

I hit it big!

Idaho.

What, a quarter lien?

Nuggets as big as your fists.

Man offered me $1,000 a running foot and I had to turn him down.

My partner's up there now working it for me.

Well, what are you doing here?

You know better than that, you're here.

You've got a whole territory here to sit on.

You need a hand.

Well, that's right.

I thought of you first off.

I knew it!

As soon as I got those orders from Washington, I said to myself,

"I wonder what Wiley's doing."

Why didn't you give me a holler?

I heard you'd gone into mining and I figured you'd hung up your gun.

Never.

- You mean it? - I'm here, ain't I?

That's the way my luck has been going.

There's no place here for you, Wiley.

I got a couple of men coming in.

The money wouldn't interest you anyway with a pocket full of nuggets.

Oh, it ain't the money, Jim.

This town is too big for one man to handle.

I mean, you got those boomers pouring in here a hundred a day.

Cowmen walking around here.

- You need a strong man. - That's right.

You need me.

Not a couple of Johnny Come Latelys.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Washington's got the say.

Jim, you can't wait.

You got a collision breeding here with that kid.

And the street full of lynch talk.

I saw it in Tombstone.

Well, you won't see it here.

I already did.

I saw it the minute I got off the train.

Between the boomers and the cowmen.

I'm in the middle of it and I intend to stay there.

It wouldn't take much to set that off.

I'll be waiting.

Good for you.

You know where a man could get a shave around here?

Across the street, down by the station.

But if I was you, I'd wait a couple of days.

You see, Mr. MacGregor is filling in for the barber all this weekend.

Remember what your daddy told you, sonny.

Stand your ground.

That kid got the right idea, ain't he?

- MacGregor, you say? - Across the street.

Well, someday I'll tell you all about Tombstone.

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You don't want to take what he said too seriously, Jing.

There's a time to stand and there's a time to be sensible too.

You gonna turn me loose?

Judge'll decide that tomorrow.

You turn me loose, you'll see.

There's a station in sports.

You might want to take a look at it.

Thanks.

John L., he didn't do too well with that Englishman.

John L.?

You follow the fights, don't you?

It's all right there.

Who's John L.?

Sullivan.

He fought an Englishman by the name of Mitchell over in France.

Oh.

You never heard of John L. Sullivan?

Nope.

Well, you read the papers, don't you?

'Course I can read the papers!

I can read 'em just as good as you can.

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How old are you, Jing?

Going on 20.

Going on 20, I still can't do nothing right.

He keeps telling me that.

All the time he tells me.

All the time.

"What's wrong with you, Jingle Bob?

Why can't you do nothing right?

Coming on 20 and you still can't do nothing right."

- You been to school? - 'Course I been to school!

Now don't you get at me, Marshal.

I had just as much schooling as the next one.

He's had four, maybe five teachers out at the ranch.

Good ones, too.

Learned me all there was to know.

Four, five, maybe more.

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I know I done wrong about the parson.

I couldn't help it, though.

I was drunk as seven old hootie owls.

Just can't do nothing right, that's all.

Even drink.

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Jing, you can sure play that mouth organ.

We can use that around here.

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Man: Ay, Mr. Crown does his job.

He keeps the peace with one hand on the butt of his .44

and the other snug in his pocket.

No license fees, no table charges.

No lucrative arrangements with burgeoning enterprises.

Springing full-blown from the fertile soil of his newborn Eden.

Oh, and I'm forgetting.

You knew Jim Crown in Kansas.

I fancy there won't be much more I can tell you.

Works alone, does he?

I lend a hand when I'm needed, of course.

- Deputy? - Handyman.

Barber.

Jack of all trades.

- No one else? - Well, Francis.

A romantic, I fear.

A writer, a dreamer of dreams.

And two deputies on the way.

Who says?

- I heard. - You heard wrong.

There isn't a man on the strip he can turn to except Francis and me.

Not one.

Shave her close and clean, Mr. MacGregor.

When you finish, give me a nickel's worth of that Bay Rum over there.

One with good days.

Already with him now!

Hang him!

Mr. Kilgallen: Are we all ready? All right!

Are you ready for your moment in history?

Give me the time, Bob.

Are you ready?

Mr. Kilgallen: So much for McQueen!

Take a good look, Iron Mike, take a good look.

It's a message from the people of this town.

It's a bloody yell from a thousand voices!

And a warning.

There's death in it for you

and the rest of those high-handed pirates across the river!

Listen to it, Iron Mike.

Heed it well.

Thus far, Iron Mike, and no farther.

All: ♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

- ♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪ - Yeah! More verse!

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah... ♪♪

Not gonna shut it up by closing windows.

Let 'em beller.

I'll handle it when the time comes.

The time is now.

- You know what you're asking. - Nobody's asking you to back out.

What you talk don't make it any different, Marshal.

Change of venue, whatever you call it, I'd be running out.

That's the way they'd read it, they'd be right.

We can put him on a night train going to Fort Smith and have him

in front of Judge Parker before 10:00 in the morning.

I told you, I'm not gonna run out.

Nobody's asking you to run out.

You owe it to that...

To Jing.

That what?

What were you going to say?

Old Faithful shoots up into the air...

Shut up.

Well?

What do you mean by that?

116 to 171 feet, 64...

Dutch.

Just trying to tell you about Yellowstone Park...

All right, mister.

I'm waiting.

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

All I want you to do is to clamp down on that Irish temper long enough

to use your head.

Now you're giving that man out there all he needs.

He won't quit till he's busted you in half.

He told me so himself.

Nobody busts me in half, mister, not here, not anywhere, least of all,

not some carpetbagging pipsqueak from Boston.

- You're gonna hold your ground. - I am.

Even if that poor kid has to die for it.

- "Poor kid"? - That's what I said.

And that's what you was gonna say before, isn't it?

That's all he knows is that he's crossed his pa.

Now that's the beginning of it and the end of it.

That's all he knows.

In Fort Smith, he's gonna get a fair shake, but not here.

The law is the same everywhere.

There's a whole mob out there.

- ♪ Glory, glory... ♪ - Now listen.

Take the muck the out of your ears and listen.

You stay out of it.

You want to take him to Fort Smith, is that it?

Snivel and plead for him like he wasn't...

like he...

You got nothing to hide.

- That boy... - He ain't a boy, he's a man!

In his head, he's a child.

You get out of this.

You're talking about my son, mister.

You're talking about Jing McQueen.

You ain't talking about just anybody.

Ain't nothing wrong with him.

He's a man, he's grown with a man's head on his shoulders.

Now you are talking about my son!

Ain't nothing wrong with him.

All right, Mike.

Don't be too hard on him.

He's been carrying it around a long time.

Yeah.

♪ He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching... ♪

Did you get your deal, Marshal?

Jim.

Hang on to that middle ground, huh?

♪ ... glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes of wrath are stored ♪

♪ He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪

♪ Glory, glory hallelujah ♪♪

"But though I was so terrified by the idea of the seafaring man with one leg,

I was far less afraid of the captain himself than anybody else

who knew him.

There were nights when he took a great deal more rum and water

than his head would carry and then he would sometimes sit and sing

his wicked old wild sea songs, minding nobody, but..."

Go on.

Don't let me interrupt.

Well, he promised not to escape.

I got the keys from your desk.

Hey, what we reading?

- "Treasure Island." - Yeah, "Treasure Island."

Well, go on.

- Hey, you gonna quit? - For now.

♪♪

- I hope I didn't... - No.

Well, he seemed so...

I know.

Do you?

Yeah.

His father wants him to be an eagle.

He's only a little bird with a broken wing.

♪♪

Likely the first man in history who got shot in the belly

and admitted he was wrong.

I figured that kid for wild, pure and simple.

He's got no more notion of what it's all about.

I shouldn't have done it.

Charging in on him like that.

Asked for what I got.

Don't want it on my conscience, blowing this town apart

because I was too stupid to see that kid for what he is.

The judge'll decide.

- No. - Tomorrow at the hearing.

There won't be a hearing.

I won't swear out a complaint.

Now you go tell them that.

Tell them to go home.

They won't go home no matter what I tell them.

That rabble rouser out there egging them on.

What kind of a practicing Christian would I...

Parson, if you don't swear out a complaint, I can't hold him.

Good.

Send him home.

You want me to turn him loose right in that mob?

He doesn't belong in jail.

There's a place for a kid like that somewhere.

Maybe.

But he figures it's right in the middle of Main Street.

- So does his old man. - Right.

My street, my town and what's happened is my responsibility.

Parson.

They tell me you're feeling something better now.

Glad to hear that.

- Over and done with. - No, it ain't.

I feel as bad as you do about what happened.

No matter what the law intends to do about it, Jing will answer to me.

Always has, always will.

You have my word for that.

I don't intend to press charges.

- Parson... - Let me finish.

You listen to me.

You want this whole town to blow apart?

You want that boy to get himself killed?

Marshal.

Well, you're going about it in the right way.

- He'll walk right out in the middle... - Crown!

My job is to keep the peace, mister, understand?

I hurt your pride.

I bust your dreams of what you want your boy to be.

I dragged that lie out on the table for the whole town to see.

I'm sorry.

If I've got to do it to keep the peace, I'll do it.

Jing McQueen is not responsible.

You kick him, you prod him, you push him, you holler in his ears

a thousand times a day for him to stand up and be a man,

fight his own fights, carry a six gun on his hip.

He's gonna do it even if it kills him and it will.

Tonight it will.

I want my boy out of that jail.

Mike, weren't you listening?

- You take him home? - Yeah.

And I'll build a new stable.

I'll give the men that lost their horses the pick of my remuda.

I'll pay for all your doctor bills.

I'll be the first McQueen in 17 generations to donate to the building fund

of the congregational church.

Fair enough.

You know what you're doing?

Let the boy go.

Thank you, Parson.

Get the horses.

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- I told you my pa would get me out! - Never mind, Jing.

He wouldn't believe me!

I told him you wouldn't have no truck with all them sodbusters.

All right, now you go on outside, boy.

Thatch is fetching your horse.

Do one thing for me.

Get him home as fast as you know how.

We gonna leave when we're good and ready and not until then.

Wait a minute, son.

Where's his gun belt?

You sure you want it?

If he buckles it on, he's gonna use it.

I guarantee you that.

Let's go.

- Got the horses. - All right.

The parson won't file charges.

Mr. Mc...

Mr. McQueen will make restitution to all injured parties.

Might as well all go home.

It's settled now.

Nothing more to be said or done.

Just like that.

Bought off the parson.

What did he pay you? How much money?

Whose town is this?

All: Our town!

Yours, McQueen, or ours?

Settle down.

You wanna know whose town this is, mister?

I'll show you whose town this is.

You wanna get yourself killed, you just keep on talking.

Get on that horse and move out.

- Stand your ground, sonny. - Don't you call me sonny.

Wiley.

You just won big, sonny.

Daddy bought it all for you.

No matter what you did... Shoot the preacher, burn up a barn

with eight horses in it...

Daddy will fix it.

Well, I think you got a prize coming.

Here.

- Jing... - Leave him alone.

It's all yours, sonny.

Go ahead, lick it.

I said lick it.

Man: Look at him!

Go on, Jing.

Very good, Wiley.

You made your move right on cue.

All right, everybody, give him a big hand.

Applaud now.

Don't try me.

What do you want, mister? What are you after?

It ain't in me to stand around and see justice bought and sold.

I laid my life on the line in Tombstone and I'll do it again here if I have to.

I don't know about your marshal here, but ain't nobody got Wiley Harpe

in his pocket, Mr. McQueen.

- Nobody. - Man: That's right!

Let's go home.

I ain't going.

Nobody's pushing me around.

Not him, not nobody.

Go on, mister.

Make your move.

Draw!

If anybody's doing any shooting around here, it's me.

Now you got that?

Now, go on home, Jing.

- Come on. - I ain't backing down!

Jing.

I'm standing my ground.

Nobody's pushing me out of this town.

Not you, not that marshal there, not that tin horn there.

I'll kill him first.

You understand that, mister?

Mr. Harpe?

I ain't backing down.

Not for you, not for nobody.

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Go on inside.

You bred yourself quite a boy there, Mr. McQueen.

Thatch.

Find Casey... You and him stick close to him.

All right, everybody, break it up now.

Go on home.

Go on.

You open up your mouth once more, you'll spend the next 30 days in jail.

Got that?

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Run down to the depot and see if the 4:19 is on time.

- What are you going to do... - Go on, just do like I say.

- I have scones and jam. - That'll do.

Do fine.

You know, with all the excitement around here, I almost forgot to eat.

You sure you got the price?

The lady trusts me.

He just laid out a nickel for a candy stick.

Coffee, Jim?

Go on, I'll buy.

In nuggets, I expect.

100% Idaho nuggets.

You wanna see some?

Don't have to.

$1,000 a running foot, you said, huh?

Maybe more.

You got the word that I was down here shoveling red hot stoneflints,

so you decided to drop everything.

Can't let an old buddy down.

What happened, Wiley?

You get caught jumping a claim?

Mining courts decided to give you 12 hours to leave town?

Go on, Dulcey.

If he can't pay for it, I will.

I'm sure I've got 15 cents somewhere.

Well, lookit here.

Two bits.

I'll buy the scones too.

Where'd you hear a thing like that?

Maybe you got caught cheating at cards and the word went around

that they were going to run you out on a rail.

Lies, of course, all lies.

Sugar?

You know, there's one thing a man your age ought to know by now...

He shouldn't believe everything he hears.

Oh, I don't.

There's two sides to everything.

Always.

There's the gospel according to Wiley Harpe

and there's the version put forth by the lying opposition.

Two stories.

Where have you been?

You tell one that you ran Ben Thompson out of Ellsworth

and half the town says you weren't even there.

You say you were beating the devil in Tombstone.

Bill Breckenridge said the devil was you.

Bi...

That lying, no account...

How come half the people put you up on a pedestal

while the other half damn you to Perdition?

Marshal?

Excuse me.

4:19's due in 15 minutes.

Get a horse.

'Round back of the Cherokee and hold him there.

Two stories.

There'll be two stories about this too.

One of them that I'm a crook and I sold out to the ranchers

and I gave a punk kid a license to gun honest citizens down in the street.

The other story, mine, that a conniving con man came into town

to grab off all he could steal.

You wanna back that up?

I intend to, when the time comes.

Dulcey, you better pick up that quarter while you still got a chance.

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Sit down, you're making me nervous, please.

Drink your coffee, it's getting cold.

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Mr. Kilgallen: And then the big man from Idaho collared the kid

and bought him a candy stick.

And he tried to make him lick it... The kid wouldn't do it.

Then he leaned into him and he gave it to him and the kid licked it.

Hey.

I see we have the candy stick trade with us tonight.

That's pretty strong stuff for a boy, sonny.

How about an ice cream soda?

Jing!

Jing McQueen.

Your daddy say you can drink that?

Jing!

- Come on, we're going home. - I told you.

Yeah, I know what you told me, now I'm telling you.

- We're going home. - I ain't!

You.

You want me to turn tail, to back down?

- Son, sometimes there's times... - No, there ain't!

You told me so yourself.

You said a man never backs down, ever.

You said a man without no backbone ain't worth spitting on.

You said it again and again and again...

All right, I'm gonna explain it to you...

Ain't nothing to explain.

That man made a fool out of me.

And you want me to run.

What you been telling me all my life?

- Will you listen to me? - I've been listening.

For 19 years, I've been listening.

You been lying to me for 19 years?

Is that it?

Jing, you're gonna get yourself killed.

Is that what you want?

You told me about that too.

You always said there was some things worse than getting killed.

Shut up! Now just shut up!

- You're coming home with me! - I ain't going!

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You get home!

I'm staying.

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Where is he?

He ain't coming.

Gonna stay and fight, go down shooting.

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That store there just opened for business.

What do you mean?

You two stay here.

I'll be back directly.

Thing is, some bad men like whiskey and some others like cigars

and once in a while, you find one who's partial to candy sticks.

There's no accounting for taste.

Give him a glass of milk!

How about a sarsaparilla over there, huh?

How about that?

- Jing? - Let go.

- Jing. - Man: Look at the babysitter.

I said let go.

Come on outside with me, I gotta talk to you a minute.

Come on, Jing, won't take a minute.

- Listen... - I don't want to talk to you.

I got something to tell you, come here.

I don't want to talk, I don't have nothing...

You grab his gun and get his horse.

4:19... Running 10 minutes late.

He'll keep.

Wait a minute.

Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

We're gonna ship him.

What's the rate to Hardesty?

About 160 pounds.

- Express or freight? - Freight, slow.

I'll have to look it up.

Well, forget it... Send him collect.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!

What are they going to do with him over in Hardesty?

Well, it'll be sun-up by then, so just tell them to put him in the shade

till his Daddy comes.

But... Hmm.

162 pounds.

Let's see now.

Freight, freight.

Live freight.

Eight times six is 48.

- Oh... - What's the matter?

Oh...

Want me to straighten your legs out a little bit?

I'm not used to eating crow.

What is it you want?

I say I wanted anything?

You don't have to, mister.

I've busted a few like you in my time.

I know how you think.

You won't bust me, Mr. McQueen.

I told you, I'm eating crow.

You don't give a tinker's dam about that parson or that sodbuster crowd

or anything else, Wiley Harpe.

All you care about is what I can do for you.

You got me in a vise, mister, and you can twist that screw till I holler.

All right, sir, I'm hollering.

I'm giving up.

You can shoot my boy down in the streets out there and them yahoos

will give you a medal for it.

I got guards, but not that kind.

So what is it you want?

- I'll have to think on it. - No, you won't!

You've been thinking on it for 48 straight hours.

What is it you want, Harpe?

Money? You got it.

Power? You got it.

You're hungry.

You're starving.

Starving for something you never had and you'll kill my boy to get it.

Now what is it? Prestige?

Importance? Authority?

All right.

I got a senator, jump if I tell him to.

I got a man high up in the Justice Department.

Stop right there.

Oh, that's it, huh?

What you want is Crown's job and all that goes with it.

Five towns, rail line, 15 trading centers,

a thousand square miles and nobody to answer to.

All right, mister, you got it.

Don't let me interrupt.

You're excused.

You're not.

You do want my job, don't you?

Gonna need more than Michael P. McQueen.

You're gonna have to climb over me first and scratch a lot of places

been itching me since we last saw each other over in Dodge.

Now we can do it with guns or we can do it like this.

Harpe! Harpe!

Get away from me!

Harpe!

Where are you?

Come and get me another candy stick, Harpe!

Come on!

Harpe!

Somebody's gotta take him now.

- That'll be your job, Marshal. - Leave the boy alone.

I'm taking him home with me.

- Not now. - I'm telling you.

Thatch, Casey.

Hallelujah.

Right back in Tombstone.

I wonder if you're going to let me do this too, Wiley.

Walk into those guns and settle what you started.

You're as crooked as a dog's hind leg.

You're corrupt.

You're a tin horn, a four-flusher and a liar.

You'd sell out your mother or your wife.

You cheat at cards and you con money out of old ladies.

And all the time you're doing it with your right hand,

your left hand is held high in a sterling salute to the Almighty.

You're a pillar of the church.

Parson's darling.

With it all...

you've still got a few rules, I think.

All right, Jing.

I don't want to hurt you.

Nobody does.

It's all over.

You gotta come with me now.

We're going to Fort Smith and you're going to tell your whole story

to Judge Parker and that's all there is to it.

I've gone along with you as far as I can go.

Now you gotta come with me.

You understand, Jing?

Nobody wants to hurt you.

We want you to come along peacefully.

You let me be, Marshal.

- Easy, boy. - Don't call me boy!

Hatch: Jing, Jing, Jing!

All right, Marshal.

Come and take me.

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Are you hurt?

I'm all right, Dulcey.

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Thanks.

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