Did you make coffee?
Make it.
Didn't sleep a wink.
A pack of turds dressed in black rode herd on me the whole damn night.
Yeah, but I left them in the middle of the desert.
If they're lucky, they'll be home in three days.
I'll do it. You fetch the coffee.
They want to hang me, the big black crows.
Idiots.
What the hell?
I'll kill anything, but never a kid.
Be like killing a priest.
A Catholic priest, that is.
Yeah, the world is full of people who hate Cheyenne.
See, I ain't the mean bastard people make out.
Of course, if somebody had a mind to kill me,...
..it fires me up.
And a fired-up Cheyenne...
..ain't a nice thing to see.
Especially for a lady.
But you're too smart to make him mad.
So this here's where I was supposed to do all the killing?
Yeah.
Don't seem the place is worth a shit.
Now, if somebody gets dressed up to look like me,...
..so they can hang this thing around my neck,...
..I don't like it none.
But I can understand it.
What I don't understand is why.
Neither do l.
But I see you looked a lot for the why.
Yeah.
What if there were a whole heap of whys?
Round. Yellow.
You know the kind.
You rap 'em on a stone,...
..and they go "ding".
Maybe.
But I didn't find them.
By the way,
you know anything about a man going around playing a harmonica?
He's somebody you'd remember.
Instead of talking, he plays.
And when he'd better play, he talks.
You know, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.
Sure. You're an expert.
Ma'am, it seems to me you ain't caught the idea.
Of course I have.
I'm here alone in the hands of a bandit who smelled money.
If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself.
And even call in your men.
Well, no woman ever died from that.
When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water,
and I'll be exactly what I was before.
With just another filthy memory.
You make good coffee, at least.
Not bad.
Congratulations.
Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them?
I only told you to scare them.
People scare better when they're dying.
And can you tell me what good was your stupid massacre?
Now, a Mrs McBain has turned up.
So, I didn't expect that. It happens in business.
Let's say this is something I didn't plan on.
I have no time for surprises, Frank.
You know that.
I got on board in sight of the Atlantic,
and before my eyes rot,
I want to see the blue of the Pacific outside that window.
I know where you got on board.
I was there, too, remember.
To remove small obstacles from the track, you said.
Well, there were a few.
But we travelled a long way, just the same.
And fast.
Even tuberculosis of the bones travels fast.
Don't play the sick man with me, Mr Morton.
I knew you when you were just barely limping.
I watch that dry rot rise a little more every day.
Any normal man'd put a bullet in his brain.
But you, you just got a little more hasty.
Otherwise you ain't changed any.
I'd say you've changed, Frank.
A lot.
You used to take care of certain things personally.
Now, you're keeping in the background.
You'll end up giving orders.
It's because, now, I don't want to leave you alone too much.
You're gonna need somebody more and more every day to stay near you.
- Like a friend. - Or like a partner.
How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?
It's almost like holding a gun.
Only much more powerful.
You see, staying with you, l...
..I'm beginning to think big, too.
This McBain business...
..has given me ideas.
I'm sorry for you, Frank.
You're doing your best.
You'll never succeed in becoming like me.
Why?
Because there are many things you'll never understand.
This is one of them.
You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons.
And the only one that can stop that is this.
Now, shall we get back to our little problem?
My weapons might look simple to you, Mr Morton,
but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
Pretty soon the widow McBain won't be a problem no more.
You wake up one morning and say, "World, I know you."
"From now on, there are no more surprises."
And then you happen to meet a man like this,
who looked like a good man.
Clear eyes, strong hands.
And he wants to marry you.
Which doesn't happen often.
And he says he's rich, too, which doesn't hurt.
So you think, "The hell with New Orleans."
"Now I'll say yes and go live in the country."
"l wouldn't mind giving him half a dozen kids after all."
"Take care of a house. Do something. What the hell?"
Well, God rest your soul, Brett McBain.
Even if he's going to have a job pulling you out of the devil's grip.
Still, I swear he'd left money around someplace.
If you can find it, you're welcome to it.
Mrs McBain goes back to civilisation.
Minus a husband and plus a great future.
You deserve better.
The last man who told me that is buried out there.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother.
She was the biggest whore in Alameida
and the finest woman that ever lived.
Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month,...
..he must have been a happy man.
What do you want?
Cheyenne's right. Once you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.
This isn't the time to leave.
Give me some water.
From the well.
I like my water fresh.
When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.
A sound? Like what?
Like that.
He not only plays, he can shoot, too.
Morning, Mrs McBain.
- What brings you to town? - Good morning.
Maybe you don't remember, but yesterday at the funeral...
I remember very well.
Is there something I can do for you?
Yes.
See Frank. And tell him I know everything.
Why is everybody hounding me about this guy Frank?
I don't know him. I've never heard of him.
I got my own worries, and all I want is to be left in peace.
Tell Frank I want to negotiate with him. Personally.
You were told not to come here for any reason.
Whatever business you have with Frank, keep it far away from here.
I know, but when I heard that woman say she knew everything,
I thought I should come over here and tell you about it.
You never thought it wasn't a trick?
Sure, but you know I'm mighty careful.
No one could have followed me.
That's the first thing I learned, working for you.
To listen unseen and to watch unheard.
You should learn to live as if you didn't exist.
You've known me a long time, Frank.
You know you can trust me.
Wobbles.
How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders?
The man can't even trust his own pants.
Let's get out of here.
The end of the line.
Yeah.
Get him on board.
Tie him up.
Wait, Frank.
I didn't...
So, nobody followed you?
No. You gotta believe me.
So, this is the way I can trust you.
I can explain. I didn't know that he...
- Get out. - No, Frank.
Get out.
Frank, wait!
I told you to keep quiet.
Did Logan and Jim take care of the woman?
Someone took care of them.
We found them out at McBain's place.
Stone dead. And the woman was gone.
Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank.
First three, then two.
So you're the one who makes appointments.
And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
What do you want?
Who are you?
Dave Jenkins.
Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago.
Calder Benson.
What's your name? Benson's dead, too.
You ought to know better than anyone.
You killed 'em.
Who are you?
- Who are you, you... - Frank!
The woman.
We're only losing time.
Alright. This time, I'll take care of her personally.
Yeah, it ought to be easy for you.
Keep him warm for me.
If he gives you any trouble, hit him.
Not in the mouth. He's got to talk. And plenty.
Meet me at the Navajo cliff.
Keep an eye on that cripple all the time.
Sure, Frank.
- See anyone? - No.
There he is.
You only know how to shoot?
Or do you know how to cut, too?
You.
Wait a minute.
Let's have a good look at you.
Mr Choo-Choo.
It's easy to find you. Bastard.
I don't have to kill you now.
You leave a slime behind you like a snail.
Two beautiful shiny rails.
There's another bastard.
And he's getting further away every minute.
There it is. What your husband ordered from me.
And seeing as how he paid cash, it all belongs to you.
Oak planks, beech, pine.
All first-grade lumber.
And there's beams and foundation pylons.
Ten kegs of nails, 20 barrels of tar, and all these tools.
Maybe he wanted to enlarge the farmhouse.
Enlarge the farmhouse?
He could have built at least eight of them.
By the way, ma'am,
McBain also ordered this. Said it was important.
Only it seems he forgot to tell me what he wanted printed on it.
Station.
How's that again?
I said print "station".
Looking for this?
I've had enough of your butcher tactics.
I know that woman is here.
I don't want any more useless killing.
I'm ready to make a deal for that land.
To pay what's necessary.
I don't want to waste any more time.
You've made a big mistake, Morton.
When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell.
Just funny.
Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
I'm here to make a deal, Frank.
I don't have time to compete with you.
Compete?
Why, you... You can't even stand on your own feet by yourself.
Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger?
I could squash you like a wormy apple.
Sure, but you won't do it.
Because it's not to your advantage.
Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs.
Help him back to the train. Keep your eye on him.
Morton. Don't worry about the land.
If you feel like paying for it, you can pay.
It won't make any difference to you, dealing with the new owner.
Cheyenne!
There's a square staked out here. It says "water tank".
Over here, too. Only, it says "post office".
And this one says "corral".
And this here "church".
What the hell is this?
Can't you see?
It's a station.
And all around it, a town.
Brett McBain's town.
Was he crazy!
Yeah, in a very special way.
An lrishman.
He knew that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west.
So he looked over all this country out here
until he found this hunk of desert.
Nobody wanted it.
But he bought it.
Then he tightened his belt, and for years, he waited.
Waited for what?
For the railroad to reach this point.
But how could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property?
Them steam engines can't roll without water.
And the only water for 50 miles west of Flagstone is right here.
Under this land.
He was no fool, our dead friend.
He was going to sell this piece of desert for its weight in gold.
You don't sell the dream of a lifetime.
Brett McBain wanted his station.
He got the rights to build it.
- How do you know all this? - I saw a document.
It was all in order. Seals, signatures, everything.
One thing, though.
In very small print, there is a short clause,
which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights
if, by the time the railroad reaches this point,...
..the station ain't built yet.
Speaking of railroads, I noticed the rail gang's already...
I noticed the rail gang's already behind those hills.
And before you know it, they're gonna be here.
Yeah.
Listen.
Harmonica.
A town built around the railroad.
You could make a fortune.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars.
More than that.
Thousands of thousands.
They call them millions.
Millions?
- Yeah, millions. - Yeah.
I always thought it'd be easier to make a deal with a smart lady.
All you gotta do is...
What in the hell are you standing around for?
Chief, what are we supposed to do?
What are you supposed to do?
Build a station, idiots!
I figure it ain't gonna look like much.
But it'll be the first thing she sees when she gets back.
If she gets back.
I think...
Yeah.
I'm beginning to think I might be a little sorry killing you.
You like being alive.
You also like to feel a man's hands all over you.
You like it.
Even if they're the hands of the man who killed your husband.
What a...
What a little tramp.
Is there anything in the world you wouldn't do to save your skin?
Nothing, Frank.
Now I understand why they miss you so much...
..down there in New Orleans.
Great invention, the telegraph.
"Jill? The brunette?"
"The customers of the most elegant whorehouse on Bourbon Street
have been weeping ever since she left."
Say, tell me.
Did old McBain know?
Yeah.
Yeah, I bet he did.
He was just the type to marry a whore.
It's an idea.
I could marry you.
And the land would become mine.
And maybe...
..you'd make a perfect wife.
It would be me who wouldn't be any good as a husband.
Too bad.
We'll have to think of another solution.
Simpler.
Quicker.
As sheriff of this county,
I've been asked to preside over the sale by auction
of all property belonging to Mrs Jill McBain, here present.
This parcel of land measures 320 acres.
It's free of all encumbrances, liens and mortgages.
This property and all it contains,
Iock, stock and barrel,
will be turned over to the lucky purchaser at the time of sale.
All the contents therein are listed by number
on the inventory sheet distributed among you.
The entire property will be sold in block to the highest bidder.
Alright. That's clear to everybody.
I declare the auction open.
Now, who's going to make the first bid?
A list of all the items. Some of them are worth money.
Alright. Now, who's going to make the first bid?
$200.
Well, I have an opening bid of $200.
$200. Do I hear more?
That stinking piece of land ain't worth it.
Come on, my friends, $200.
The livestock alone is worth twice that much.
Well...
Who's going to bid $300?
Now, look, friends, I realise we're not offering California here,
but 200 is damn little for all that property.
Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn't even take 200 as a deposit.
Well, nobody's going to bid it up.
You're sure you wouldn't want to set a minimum price?
I wish I were wrong, Mrs McBain,
but you're liable to end up selling the place for a plate of beans.
All I want is to sell.
- You're fat. - If you say so.
- How many? - One card.
One for me.
Dealer takes three.
Can I take a hand?
1 5.
Yeah, sit down.
I'll deal.
How do you...
How do you play this game, Mr Morton?
It's very simple.
As long as you use your head, you never lose.
$500.
Do I hear any other bids?
I don't think so.
I'm sorry, Mrs McBain,
but I think I'm gonna have to knock down on that last bid.
$500 once.
$500 twice.
- $500... - $5,000.