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There she is!

Yeah, it looks good.

Honesty bank.

Now there she is.

All: S-A-L-O-O-N!

Man: One of the prettiest words in the English language.

Saloon.

Sandy, you didn't tell us you could read.

Hey, Joe, do you think here'll be some girls in the saloon?

If not, they'll be there soon enough when they hear you're in Hardesty.

What are we running here, baby farm?

Yeah, I thought you were young yourself once.

There you are, Mrs. Huff.

Next please.

Whoo!

Are you Joseph Brave-o?

Mr. Brave-o!

No, Bravo... Bravo.

Yes.

Can you prove you're Joseph Bravo?

What do you mean, prove it?

Look, I'm me, Joe Bravo... My men will tell you that.

Man: Yeah, he's Joe.

Look, just cash the check, friend.

Stop trying to act important.

Hey, is something wrong?

Mr. Whittaker said he had an account here.

He does, but this is quite a sum of money and I'm not...

Now you cash that check, give us that money

or we're going to tear this bank apart and you with it.

You better... These boys are pretty anxious to spend it.

I will not be intimidated.

Hold it!

Now you cash that check, mister.

I don't have that much.

Then get it out of the vault.

I don't know the combination.

Man: Hey... A badge!

- What's all the shooting about? - Where's Crown?

He was gonna meet me here this afternoon.

Will you mind giving him this badge for me, please?

You know, I don't mind a drunk on Saturday night,

even a little fight now and then.

But I'm too old for anything like this.

- Wait a minute! - Enough... I got a wife and four kids.

I should have quit long ago.

♪♪

Just ones... More ones.

Hey, it ain't locked!

Hey, will you look at that?

Will you look at that?

Francis: All right, you men.

You're under arrest.

Marshal, this ain't what it looks like.

No... Well, just all of you drop your guns.

I don't want to have to hoot anybody.

Bang!

Bang!

♪♪

Come on, boy... Stop playing hero.

Didn't I tell you we're not robbing the bank?

All we're doing is taking what's owed us.

Now I swear it.

So why don't you put your gun away and just relax?

You tell your men to put theirs down first.

Deputy, look.

There's seven of us.

Hey, you really do mean it, don't you?

All right, boys, put your guns away.

You just stay right there and be quiet.

We'll be out of here in a minute.

He's not backing down.

What's the matter with you?

He knows us... Now we can't leave him around.

- Come on, Emmet. - I ain't either.

- Emmet! - He even knows my name!

Stop playing Jesse James.

Sandy, count out the exact amount of that bank draft.

$500.

No... Uh-uh.

There's $50, maybe $100,000, more than all of us could earn

in a couple of lifetimes.

Emmet, all we got coming is $500.

Joe, all I'm asking is for you to look at it.

Just take a look.

That's all I'm asking.

Joe?

Sandy, count out $500.

And give Emmet his share.

He's fired.

Fired?

Now get out of here.

If you got any sense, you'll pull that trigger right now.

All right, let's get out of here.

You sure got a lot to learn about people.

Especially cowhands.

This oughta pay for your windows.

You reckon we'll still be welcome at the saloon, Joe?

Not likely, Sandy.

Let's just forget we ever saw this town.

We're just taking what was owed us.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

Quite a collection.

An idiotic display.

Jim must be taken with sunstroke.

Well, he must have had a very good reason

or he wouldn't have asked for this sign.

Personally, think it's a splendid idea.

You won't think it's so splendid when you start losing customers.

Men would sooner be without their pants than their guns.

My oh my.

Now am I wrong in saying that she is the prettiest thing in the territory

or have I been out on the range too long?

Been out on the range too long.

Hey, Joe?

What about Emmet?

I mean, you trumped him awful hard.

Think I was wrong?

Not like Emmet just doesn't forget.

No, I suppose not.

You know, when I was a kid my pa gave me a filly with just her color hair.

Is everything all right?

Yes, sure is.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, sit down, please.

You're all very nice and terribly polite.

Sit down.

Excuse me.

- Jim. - Later, Mac.

Hello, Joe.

Jim.

How you been?

Fine... Just fine.

It's good to see you.

Boys, meet Marshal Jim Crown.

What brings you to Cimarron?

Just passing through.

Going on to a new job next week.

You don't say.

You boys about through with our supper?

All right... Stand up.

Follow me... You're under arrest.

♪♪

Man: Call. Man: Two pair.

Not good enough... Three little ladies.

Mind if I sit in?

Can you afford these stakes?

I can do even better than that if you have a mind.

I know you from somewhere.

I hope so...

Smitty.

Name's Lloyd...

Emmet Lloyd.

Used to ride with Duke Manning.

Till the Uvalde jump.

You were the only one that rode away from that one, I heard.

I been looking for you.

To play poker?

Do we play?

What do you got?

A bank.

Little cracker box of a bank...

with more money in it than you ever saw in your life.

What about the law?

Just one scared deputy.

That's all.

Boys?

Shall we deal Emmet in?

Blessed be the sleep of the innocent and loud.

They are innocent, Jim.

The cleanest, straightest bunch of cowboys in the whole outlet.

Oh, sure they are.

Regular little lambs.

Come on now... I told you what happened over there in that bank.

You tell it to the circuit judge.

That's fine by me.

He'll be here in the morning.

Judge Gilroy... He's new around this territory.

From what I hear, compared to him,

why Sherman walked through Georgia picking posies.

You got something on your mind.

I wouldn't be out here and my boys back there.

How long you been a trail boss, Joe?

Three or four years... Why?

Them days of the big drive are just about over.

The way the railroads are spreading through this country,

like cracks in a window,

pretty soon there won't be any drives at all.

And no drovers.

I'll manage... I always have.

Sure you will.

You'll drift and you'll scratch.

It's about time you planted your feet though.

Here it comes.

I got a job for you.

Well, don't string it.

Flat out... Town marshal in Hardesty.

$30 a month to start.

Free ammunition and keep.

Me, a marshal?

Oh Jim, I tell you, you don't make many mistakes,

but when you do oh wow, they sure are whoppers.

Francis told me how you handled that blow-up at the bank,

how you kept the lid on it,

kept your boys corralled.

Well, that's the right instinct... The right feel.

Now you're a trail boss... The best, you say.

It's the same kind of a job, that's all a marshal is.

No, it ain't.

You're stuck in a town pushing people around.

Everybody hating you.

How many friends you got, Jim?

I can count them on one hand.

Yeah... Look at me.

Those boys back there...

cowpunchers all over the territory.

You know, they would spend their last dime buying me a drink?

Put on that badge and couldn't get their sweat.

Friends of yours, huh?

Been together two years.

And worth staying together.

They can go to jail for a long time.

I told you they didn't mean any harm.

The folks at the bank, they didn't take it that way.

Don't you make the charges?

That's right.

Well, then you can go easy on them.

Why should I?

You don't plan to do me any favors.

Hey, why don't you just stick a gun at my head?

No, Joe, you wouldn't take that kind of a prod.

Now why don't you try the job?

If you don't buy it, why, you can ride right out of town.

You saying that you'd reduce the charges?

There's only one charge against these men, Your Honor.

Disturbing the peace.

This is an affidavit from an employee of the Hardesty bank.

He's also present to testify.

He not only indicates more serious charges should be preferred,

but he also states that there were seven men involved,

including one Joseph Bravo.

I see only five defendants.

There was one man by the name of Emmet Lloyd.

He was the real troublemaker.

The reason he's not here, sir, is that Joe Bravo fired him.

Why isn't Mr. Bravo here?

There's no charges against him.

According to my information, he didn't start any trouble

he stopped it.

I see.

According to my information,

the charges could well have been rioting,

aggravated assault, intimidation of the town marshal,

willful destruction of property,

the kidnapping of a bank employee.

But, uh, since you choose to accuse these men only of,

disturbing the peace,

perhaps you'd be kind enough to give the court

the benefit of your thinking about their sentences.

I appreciate Your Honor asking.

There's a couple of roads in bad shape.

A bridge that's been washed out, it needs rebuilding.

And I'll find a few more things.

Couple of weeks of hard labor is what those boys need.

Shh!

Uh, the judge who rode the circuit before me,

did he customarily take your advice on such matters?

Yes, Your Honor.

He figured I knew how to handle most cowboys.

I used to be one myself.

I'm sure you were an excellent cowboy, Marshal.

However, from my point of view,

there's room for improvement in your present job.

Defendants will rise.

90 days at hard labor in Albany prison.

Take the prisoners.

90 days!

Are you questioning me, Marshal?

I said take the prisoners!

What are you trying to start?

Another James gang?

Sending those kids off to a penitentiary.

Do you know what they might turn out to be by the time they get out?

If 90 days is going to turn those young men into hardened criminals,

that's your problem.

Arrest them again and I'll give them five years.

This court is adjourned.

♪♪

MacGregor...

take down that sign.

All set, Jim.

Mm-hmm... What for?

Hardesty... Till you get a new marshal.

Well... Any special orders?

Francis.

You know, Jim...

I always had the feeling that you thought I was a real clod-kicker, you know?

Couldn't even get out of my own way.

But now with the responsibility of this whole town

and I know I can do a good job...

you know what I'm trying to say?

I know what you're trying to say.

Look at it this way:

Francis, the only trouble you've got is being young,

which is not a whole lot of trouble.

But I hate to think that all you wanted out of life was a badge.

No, no, it's not that at all... It's just the idea.

You know, standing on my own.

I want you to know I really appreciate the confidence you're showing in me.

All right.

But there's one extra thing that goes with the job.

- What's that? - A deputy.

- A deputy... Great... Who?

Him.

Bravo?

He's no lawman.

Neither were you till I made you one.

Joe's the man I want full-time in Hardesty.

I appreciate your help, Francis.

Sure, Jim... I'll do whatever I can.

Joe, hear me out.

Francis is going along with you.

You're going to be his deputy.

You're calling it.

Couple weeks, huh?

Well, I'm sorry about that... I did all I could.

But the new judge, well, he just doesn't know the ways of the West yet.

And 90 days, well, that's not too bad.

You want to back off, Joe?

Go ahead... Ride out.

No, no.

I'll serve my 90 days, but not one minute more.

Francis?

Good luck.

♪♪

Mighty friendly town here.

Ah, I guess they need a little time to get used to us.

Living quarters are upstairs.

Let's clean up and go to the saloon.

What for?

What do you usually go to a saloon for?

There's nothing else we have to do right this minute, is there?

Well, looks like there might be a little paperwork here.

We're here, ramrod, paper, people.

You know what we ought to do?

What's that?

Clean up and go to the saloon.

Two beers.

Maybe we ought to buy a round, get friendly.

20 cents.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Francis Wilde, the new town marshal.

And, uh, this is my deputy, Joe Bravo.

We'd like you to have a drink on us.

Well, Marshal, that's all right with me.

My name's Bellows.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bellows.

Joe, say hello to Mr. Bellows.

Well, you, uh, you just feel free to call me Clem.

Just a minute.

Have you all forgotten?

He's one of the men who wrecked our bank.

You all know what happened.

You saw the damage those saddle tramps did

and he was their leader.

Now he's a deputy marshal.

Well, maybe we have to sit still for that,

but we don't have to drink with him.

At least I don't.

- Mister, I saved you all your money... - Why don't you use your gun?

Go ahead.

Joe, let go, let go.

This is a nice town.

We think it is.

It better be, mister... It better be real nice.

You pass the word.

Anybody who steps out of line gets locked up.

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪

Stop... Stop, you thief... Stop him, somebody... He stole from me!

All right, hold it.

He was very quiet... He robbed my shop.

- I did not! - Oh, yes he did!

- Is that your watch? - It certainly is.

You little sodbuster, you!

- Hey, all right! - Somebody ought to take care of you!

Listen, is that all that's missing from the store, just the watch?

I don't know, I'll have to check in the store.

There ain't nothing in your lousy store!

Until you leave there's nothing in my lousy store to steal.

What are you doing here?

Answer me, boy.

You know, when my pa would want answers, he'd ask with a strap.

How old are you?

16.

You ain't even seen 14.

14 and a half.

Here.

I got plenty to eat at home.

Take this and shut up.

What'd the marshal lock you up for?

I stole a watch.

I don't believe it.

You're wagon folk, aren't you?

You know, I used to be one myself once.

You know, whatever faults they got, stealing ain't one of 'em.

Hey.

What'd you steal the watch for?

Tomorrow's Pa's birthday and he don't have much of anything.

Maybe not.

I think your pa would rather have an honest son than a watch, don't you?

Now he's got neither one.

You know what I'd do if I was your pa?

I'd blister you.

You know that?

Still might do it if you don't get out of here.

♪♪

All right, wake up.

Boy, I must have dozed off.

What happened... Where's the boy?

That kid?

He overpowered me.

Very funny... I arrest him and you turn him lose.

You arrested a 14-year-old kid.

He stole a watch... It's up to the judge to decide...

He wanted a birthday present for his pa.

And I suppose you believed him.

Yeah, I believed him.

Couple of my boys are only a few years older than that kid.

And you saw what Judge Gilroy did to them.

You want something like that on your conscience, fine.

But don't expect any help from me.

Listen, all I need from you is little cooperation.

Jim sent me here to do a job and I'm trying to do it right.

- Well, don't let me stop you. - I won't.

Might as well get everything said that needs to be said.

I know I'm beholden to you for what happened

in the bank the other day.

Forget it.

I'd have done the same or anybody.

I told Jim this, I'm going to tell you.

I don't think you're a lawman.

Now we finally found something we agree on.

Look, I didn't ask for this job, but since I've got it, I'll do it.

My turn to maintain the peace, Marshal?

♪♪

My, my, Marshal.

You're up late, Marshal.

What'd those two men do?

Well, Marshal, they were creating a disturbance.

Now we can't have that.

You could have broken the man's neck.

Never thought of such a thing, Marshal.

Now excuse me a minute, Marshal.

Well, come on.

It's against the law to fight with a police officer, Marshal.

Now come on.

Oh, no, sir.

You're still the marshal and I have too much respect for the law

to raise my hand against you, sir.

♪♪

Just how tough is that deputy marshal?

You boys interested in finding out?

Who's there?

It's just the marshal, checking to see if your door was locked.

Why don't you mind your own business?

Even the dogs are choosy, Marshal.

What made you change your mind?

No witnesses here, Marshal.

♪♪

Enough!

♪♪

What happened to you?

Nothing busted.

Just got bent some, that's all.

No worse than falling down a well.

Who did it?

Oh, a couple citizens.

Maybe three.

You seem pretty happy about it.

They won't be trying it again too soon.

Not with just three men.

Who were they?

I can't identify anybody, not for sure.

You mean you won't.

I mean I handled it my way.

This town is gonna grow some respect for the new deputy yet.

Changing your mind?

How's that?

Seem pretty proud of a job you say you hate.

I still hate it.

Hey, Sandy, Jerry!

Well, if you boys ain't a sight for sore eyes!

What are you doing in town?

Hey, you didn't bust out of jail, did you?

No, we never went in.

Judge commuted our sentence.

- Commuted? - Same judge that sent us up.

Just called it off.

You mean no roadwork, nothing?

Nothing.

How do you like that?

And me wearing this badge.

Well, come on... We'll celebrate on something.

Hey, what is it... Because I'm wearing this?

You want me to tell you how I got it?

Yeah, Joe, tell us.

How we all busted up a bank, but only us was gonna get 90 days.

I will if you give me a chance.

After all the time we spent together, you boys owe me that much.

♪♪

Well, the bank seems easy enough.

But what did you mean only one scared deputy?

It's all right, boys.

I think we just found us some reinforcements.

You mean he just came right out and told you all about it?

He's got to be punished, Marshal.

Oh yeah.

Well, but he's mighty young to be locked up.

He's almost a grown man.

In his mind and mine too.

And he knows right from wrong.

I appreciate your respect for the law, Mr. Wirt,

I feel the same way.

To tell the truth, I'm pretty new at this job

and I think it was a mistake to lock your boy up.

Like I said, he broke the law.

My deputy felt that his father would be better at disciplining him

than a territorial judge and I agree with my deputy.

Go on home, Arthur.

Thank you, Marshal.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilde.

Listen, Arthur.

You didn't have to tell your father a thing,

but you did.

I think that's a pretty good birthday present, Mr. Wirt.

Those cowboys are back in Hardesty.

Good afternoon, Marshal... By all means, sit down.

You knew cowboys would go looking for Joe Bravo

the minute you let them go and that's why you did it.

If you wish this conversation to continue, lower your voice.

I simply thought over what you said, Marshal.

The prisoners were all quite young.

Perhaps 90 days in a penitentiary might hurt more than help.

I didn't say that they should be let off free.

I don't understand you, Marshal.

First you accuse me of being too harsh

and now you're saying that I'm too lenient.

There's a lot that goes on out here, Your Honor, that you don't understand.

You tricked me, Crown.

You appointed Joe Bravo deputy marshal of Hardesty,

a man you knew should have been on trial with the others.

Oh... So that's why you're getting back at me.

You put an irresponsible lawbreaker in a position of trust.

A wolf to guard a flock of sheep.

In my mind, that makes even you suspect.

You act like all the country west of the Mississippi is conquered territory.

Well, if it is, I'll tell you who conquered it.

It wasn't the politicians and judges back East.

It was the Indian fighters... The cowboys and the settlers.

Now you wouldn't be sitting here safe and protected if it wasn't for them.

These people out here are different

and they have to be treated differently and that's just what I'm going to do

as long as I'm the law here.

Well.

That makes the entire problem quite academic then, doesn't it?

Because I intend to do everything in power

to see that you and Joe Bravo lose your badges as soon as possible.

Good day, Marshal.

♪♪

Well, what's it gonna be... You guys believe me or don't you?

Well, sure, Joe, we knew there had to be a good reason.

Right, fellas?

Come on.

Hey, Jerry, reason good enough for you yet?

Yeah, sure it is.

Joe Bravo outslickered?

I never thought I'd see the day.

Well, that Jim Crown, he's sure got a way with him.

How much longer you gotta be deputy?

Same sentence as yours.

That was the deal I made.

I got 88 days to go.

Why should you?

We got loose, why not you?

Hey, will you look at who's here?

Emmet, you old horse thief, you.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Sure hope I rate a hello at east, Joe.

What are you doing in town, Emmet?

Well, I heard how you got made lawman and I come to apologize is all.

Sorry about the other day.

I don't know what got into me.

Sure good to see you waddies running free.

You planning on staying long?

Just long enough to shake hands and buy you a drink at least.

Hmm?

Come on, sit down here.

Anybody as ornery as you can't be all that bad.

Come on, bartender, keep 'em coming.

They don't like punchers much in this town.

Maybe we ought to do something about that.

Now there's a thought.

Might leave 'em a little something to remember us by

so that the next bunch of cowhands'll get treated a little bit more hospitable.

Look, as long as I'm in this town, don't you boys worry about hospitality.

Mr. Pine, do you mind setting up a feed for me and my friends...

with all the trimmings?

Oh, now that's the finest notion I've heard in a long time.

Amen.

And after that, we're gonna settled down to some serious drinking.

Still at it, huh?

I see you're not planning to sleep tonight.

Like a baby.

You know, Jim.

Yeah?

Might be a good idea if we took a ride up to Hardesty.

What for... There's no trouble up there.

- Not yet. - You know something I don't?

Apparently what you don't want to admit.

What... That Joe Bravo is the wrong man?

Those cowboys are his friends.

He's still one of them at heart.

There's fierce pressure on the man, Jim.

Joe was my choice.

If there's any trouble up there, he's gonna have to work it out himself.

I hope he can.

You're not being fair to him, not really.

Dulcey, Joe is a born lawman.

If I interfere with him now,

I doubt if he'll ever put a badge back on again.

What's so terrible about that?

I mean, he's not much different from any other cowboy.

Some.

And out here, they don't want to be too different.

When they put a badge on themselves,

they separate themselves from everybody else.

One of the reasons why I didn't want to do it.

But I did it and I'm not sorry for it.

You see some of yourself in Joe Bravo, don't you?

Some, I guess.

All right.

If you believe that what you're putting him through

can make him another Jim Crown, then I approve.

I didn't say anything like that.

Oh well, maybe it'll just turn out that way.

I hope so.

♪♪

Goodnight, Dulcey.

Come on, rise and shine!

You waddies get out of that bed.

Come on, the coffee's hot!

Hey, what...

What are we doing in jail?

Say, you really laid one on last night.

Come on, get those doggies moving, let's go!

- That was a mean and dirty trick. - How's your head?

I've felt worse.

'Cause you had something to eat before you started celebrating.

Come on, get your coffee.

Thanks for the sleeping quarters, Big Joe.

Never thought I'd enjoy a cell so much.

Hey, I thought we were gonna tear this town apart.

You passed out before you had a chance.

- That's a sneaky kind of law dog trick. - I learn fast, huh?

Morning, boys.

- Morning, Marshal. - Good morning, Francis.

Where have you been?

Out getting jobs for you boys.

Circle C started branding yesterday.

They need all the help they can get.

Good... For how long?

Three, maybe four days.

The owner's name is Mr. Carmody.

He's expecting you.

Road to his place starts about four miles north of town.

Francis, if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to get rid of us.

Now I'm not sure we're ready to go back to work so soon.

Be the best thing in the world for you boys.

Keep you out of trouble.

Give you a little spending money besides.

You don't want us around neither, Joe?

Emmet, there's nothing to do around here.

Eat, drink, get in trouble.

Get you to a town like Wichita.

Suits me... I don't like this town much.

Well, thank you kindly, Francis.

I guess we'll be riding out to the Triple C.

- To the north you say? - Right.

I'm gonna go check on the mail, Joe... I'll talk to you later.

Right.

Well, looks like you boys got yourself a job.

Well, here's to four days of branding.

The dirt, sweat,

ballin' steers, the stink of burning hides.

- All for a dollar a day. - Dollar a day.

And there's still over $100,000 in that bank,

just ripe for the taking.

Well, I'll say one thing, Emmet.

You sure don't let go of a notion easy.

Not a good one.

It's rotten.

Well, now, it's easy for you to talk.

You're riding high now...

Deputy.

Pretty soon regular Marshal, I'll bet.

Cushy job.

And you used the boys to get it.

I had to take it.

The boys know why.

Yeah, well, you don't have to keep it.

Well, Jerry, let me decide that, all right?

Well, you already have as far as I can see.

And we'll just go scratching along,

branding, droving, riding herd.

- Picking up our lousy dollar a day. - That's enough, Emmet.

Remember how that money looked, boys?

All stacked up nice And fresh?

You shoulda had a feel of it too.

Smooth.

Easy.

How about the feel of steel bars, a rope around your neck?

Right now...

you can get the feel of a horn ripping through you,

hooves stomping you.

That worth a dollar a day?

Come on, don't listen to him.

How many, boys?

$100,000.

Listen to that.

$20, $30,000 apiece... Easy.

Shut up, Emmet.

You're not ramrodding me now, Joe.

And not them either.

All right, boys.

Him and me's got something to settle alone.

You boys go on down and get some breakfast.

Breakfast... I don't want no...

Go on!

Order up anything you want, it's on me.

Emmet, look, I can understand you turning outlaw.

Don't drag them down with you.

Ramrod.

Trail boss.

God on a horse.

All us kissing your feet and you slapping us down.

No.

Never.

Me.

That bank over there.

Oh, Emmet.

Is that it, Emmet?

Then let's keep it clean.

Just between you and me.

Hit a little harder, you having to buck your friends.

They won't go along.

No... Want to stake that claim against it?

Emmet!

Don't try it.

I'll stop you.

So help me, I'll stop you.

Will you stop them too?

Turn a gun on your friends?

Will you, Joe... Hmm?

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What are you doing here?

Well, Emmet Lloyd's got my old outfit steamed up.

They're gonna rob the Hardesty bank.

What are you gonna do about it?

What do you want me to do about it?

Stand up against them?

They're my friends.

- Are they? - No, I can't do it.

I can't do it.

How do you know they're gonna go through with it?

Maybe you're just buying trouble.

And if I'm not?

Then you and Francis are gonna have to handle it anyway you can.

You mean you're not gonna help?

It's your town, your job.

The young man who just left, is he one of your deputies?

That was Joe Bravo and you know it.

He looked, uh, quite disturbed.

So do you.

I'm not due in Hardesty for another week,

but, uh, I'm rather curious about the town.

I think I'll change my schedule and get there earlier.

That's up to you.

I know.

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Something I can do for you?

I'd like to talk to you.

All right.

I don't keep anything from my employees.

There's a chance your bank may be robbed in the next day or two.

- How do you know? - Never mind.

Oh yeah, those friends of yours.

Look, that's not important.

What do you expect me to do about it?

Take the money out and bury it someplace?

I want you to ship your money to Cimarron.

Well, how do I know those friends of yours wouldn't be out there

on that road someplace waiting?

Look, mister, I came in here to help you.

All right, I'll accept that.

But let me tell you something.

This bank stands for public service

and I intend to operate just the same as always.

If I run scared, I'm not much of a man.

So the bank stays open with all its capital

and it's up to you to protect us.

Mr. Bravo...

I've got an idea of what it took for you to come in here.

Thanks.

Look, close the bank for a while.

No... I don't run.

What are we gonna do, Mr. Kermin?

You can't count on him.

Hmmm...

Now listen.

Get a hold of Miller, Gregory, McQueen,

every big rancher that deposits with us.

I want two men from each of them.

Top guns.

Hey, you boys...

you just come straight down the middle of the street.

Nobody'll pay any attention to you.

They know all of you by now.

And you just hang around the front of the saloon.

Cover us when we crack the bank.

That's all there is to it.

Clean... simple.

Why, it sounds perfect, Emmet.

Sandy?

You don't think so?

Maybe you got a better idea.

No, it's not that, just...

before it was just all talk.

Now coming right down to it, actually thinking on robbing a bank.

Boys...

I thought it was all settled.

Why, sure it is.

Goes against the grain.

- Aw, come on. - Wait a minute, Jerry.

I'm not gonna ask one of my friends to do something

that rubs his conscience wrong.

Now, Sandy, you got deep feelings about this,

I'll understand and you can cut out.

That goes for the rest of you boys too.

Anybody else cut out, that's a bigger split for us.

I suppose, but I sure hate making money off my friends.

What about Joe?

No problem.

When we get to Hardesty,

he'll either be gone or inside the bank helping us.

Joe?

Remember when you left the jail?

Joe wanted to hash things out with me alone?

At first he tried to talk me out of it.

When he saw it wouldn't work, he said,

"Emmet...

"now you tell the boys if they're dead-set on doing this,

"I'll help 'em or nothing.

One thing for sure, I won't hurt 'em."

That about wraps it up.

Right, boys?

Nothing to worry about now, huh, Sandy?

No, I guess not.

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Hello, Sandy.

- Joe, they're coming. - When?

Tomorrow morning.

You couldn't do it, huh?

I'm glad.

Emmet said maybe you'd help... If not, then you'd leave.

Sandy, he lied.

Figured that.

They're your friends, just like I am.

What are you gonna do?

Just one thing, Joe.

There's three extra men now.

I never seen 'em before.

They're friends of Emmet's.

They were gonna take the bank themselves

until they found out you were here.

And Emmet decided to bring us in on it.

I see.

Good luck, Joe.

Take care of yourself, Sandy.

I'm proud of you.

You just relax.

I just didn't want you trying anything foolish.

I got something to tell you.

About Emmet Lloyd and the boys in your old outfit?

Mr. Kermin was here.

Well, that saves a lot of explaining.

They're coming in tomorrow morning.

They got three extra guns, so you better wire Crown.

I already have.

I guess I don't have to tell you why.

No.

Jim was sure counting on you.

I told him I wouldn't stand up against my own boys.

Then you're with them.

I hoped you'd know me better than that.

I think I do.

Joe, don't run away from it.

If you do, you'll never stop running.

Jim was right... You're a born lawman.

You ought to be wearing this marshal's badge, not me.

Thanks.

But even with that, I couldn't stand there and throw lead at those boys.

Tell Jim Crown I'm sorry.

Joe, it's out of your hands now.

The boys don't have a chance anyway.

Kermin's brought in 20 men.

Your leaving's not going to make any difference.

Stick it out, Joe, please.

And watch a massacre.

Coffee's hot, Marshal.

I'll have some later on.

Now, I see the home guard's out in full.

Yep... Since before sunup.

You get everybody to pack it in and go on home.

This is our job.

These people have something at stake, Marshal.

They're depositors in my bank.

I should think you'd be grateful, Marshal.

You'll be considerable out-numbered.

Anybody does any shooting here, it's gonna be by men with badges.

Anybody fires at a cowboy from ambush, I'll cut them down myself.

Anybody has a right to fire in self-defense.

The law's very clear on that.

I'm the law in Cimarron... Don't you forget it.

Now get those men off those buildings.

Never thought I'd figure Joe this wrong.

He just didn't want to shoot his friends, Jim.

He left last night.

Yeah, he's a long way from here by now, I hope.

If we ever get a posse up to hunt him down count me out, will you?

Sooner than I expected.

Cover that side of the street in case it's just a feeler.

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Emmet said you'd either ride out or help.

I'm helping.

Turn around and ride out.

- But you just said... - Jerry, there's 20 men waiting for you.

- You playing tricks, Joe? - You'll be cut to pieces.

Get out of the way.

No.

We're going through.

If you want to stop us, you're gonna have to draw first.

Emmet and his two men, where are they?

In the bank.

They went in the back way.

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The kids ain't showed up.

They must have quit on us.

It's all right... We're through.

Now move it.

Go on... I'll take this... Go on.

Drop your irons.

All right, now!

All right, Lloyd.

Come out with your hands held high.

Crown!

You make one move and there's a dead judge in here!

You hear me out there, Crown?

I wonder if he thought he could take it with him.

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No, no... No, it's not right.

Look, you're a marshal now.

You gotta act like one, you gotta look like one.

Show some strength, some authority.

Do they have to be over there watching and looking?

Hey, hold that... That's good... Hold that pose right there.

- This? - Yeah.

- Should I smile? - No, no.

- Ohh...

He's about as fearsome as a newborn kitten.

He looks too nice to be a marshal.

I'm satisfied.

Well, here it is: Your letter of appointment.

Countersigned by Judge Gilroy.

- Judge Gilroy, huh? - Yeah, he finally saw the light.

You're headed back to Hardesty.

Well, does the condemned man get a meal?

- Dulcey? - It's hot and ready.

A few suggestions, laddie.

There's more to being a marshal than locking up drunks.

Strength, image, leadership.

I'll give you a little advice.

You'll see me around.

If I do, you won't be doing your job.

Here.

Oh, Jim... I forgot to give you this.

You learn anything from the job?

Well, yeah.

But sometimes I wonder if all I'm good for is taking pictures.

What are you feeling punk about?

Sometimes I wonder if I fit out here.

You did a good job up there in Hardesty.

Don't kid yourself.

Somebody's got to write the words and take the pictures

and let those Easterners know what's going on.

Otherwise, nobody's gonna learn from the mistakes.

Now, you fit just fine...

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