lf you want any tickets,
you'll have to go round to the front of...
Well, l suppose it'll be alright.
What the hell am l doing around here?
They walk in here and...
Let's see. l hope l got...
Three?
That'll be seven dollars...
..and 50 cents.
No.
Frank?
Frank sent us.
Did you bring a horse for me?
Well, looks like we're...
Looks like we're shy of one horse.
You brought two too many.
Pa!
Look!
That's enough for now. lt's getting late. Come on home.
Timmy.
Maureen, look.
What you doing there?
Go inside, quick, and get washed.
And don't touch the apple pie or the roast.
Patrick's already left for the station.
He's getting ready, Pa.
- Damn it, Patrick! - Coming, Pa.
Not bad, l'd say.
Bigger, them slices. What the hell? We're throwing a party, ain't we?
But these are the same slices as usual.
Yeah, sure.
As usual.
Maureen.
Soon, you can cut the bread in slices as big as a door if you want to.
You'll have beautiful new clothes
and you won't have to work no more.
We're going to get rich, Pa?
Who knows?
Patrick!
Wait a minute!
Look at the filth on your boots. Clean 'em.
The train'll come in and there won't be no one to meet your mother.
Our mother died six years ago.
Go now, or you'll really be late.
Just a minute. Listen, Pa. How will l recognise her?
You can't make no mistake, Patrick.
She's young and she's pretty and she's a lady.
''For travelling, l'll be wearing a black dress
and the same straw hat that l was wearing when we met.''
l'm gonna get some fresh water from the well.
Oh, Danny boy
The pipes, the pipes are calling
And down the mountain side
The summer's gone
And all the roses fall,,,
Maureen!
What are we gonna do with this one, Frank?
Now that you've called me by name...
- l saw some fine stock down south. - That so?
And the prices are good.
- These your valises, ma'am? - Yes.
- Come, Sarah. - Bring them other two.
We'll tote 'em for you, ma'am.
ls that true? The sawmill needs hands?
- Was yesterday. - Why didn't you tell your brother?
- Hiya, Gramps. - Hiya, Bill. We're back again.
Come on. Get a move on, will you?
Get the lead out of your asses, you redskin warriors.
l got a whole train to unload.
Alright, chuck down those feed sacks first.
Come on!
What's the name of the place you wanted to go?
Sweetwater.
Brett McBain's farm.
McBain? Yeah, sure.
That stubborn redheaded lrishman,
tilling sand for years out in the middle of nowhere.
Sweetwater! Only a loony like him
could call that stinking piece of desert Sweetwater.
Sweetwater!
A little more to the right.
Higher.
Hold it there.
Here they are. Even got here with their damn rails.
They caught up with us again, eh, Lafayette? Let's go!
Slow down. What's the matter with you?
Watch out down there!
Slow down!
Why are we stopping? l told you l was in a hurry.
Don't the train stop?
What can l do for you, ma'am?
l would like some water, if it's no trouble.
Water? That word is poison around these parts
ever since the days of the great flood.
- You mean you never wash? - We sure do!
l'd like to use the same facilities you people do.
You sure can. Just happen to have a full tub at the back.
You're lucky. Only three people have used it this morning.
Used it one at a time or all together?
l can tell you're accustomed to fine living.
Bet you come from one of those big eastern cities.
- New Orleans. - New Orleans!
- You've been there? - No.
But l got a cousin down there. She runs a bar.
You know, she...
Jug.
Do you only know how to play or do you know how to shoot?
Do you know how to blow music from that?
Pick it up.
You!
You don't know how to play.
Try this one.
Take it.
Go on.
Here.
Bravo.
Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it.
lt's alright. You're right on time.
To bury my escort.
lf l'd waited for you, l'd be in jail by now.
The gun.
You interested in fashions, Harmonica?
l saw three of these dusters a short time ago.
They were waiting for a train.
lnside the dusters, there were three men.
So?
lnside the men, there were three bullets.
That's a crazy story, Harmonica.
For two reasons.
One, nobody around these parts
got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's, man.
Two, Cheyenne's, man, don't get killed.
That surprise you?
Yeah.
Well, you know music.
And you can count. All the way up to two.
All the way up to six, if l have to.
And maybe faster than you.
Yeah, go on.
Play, Harmonica.
Play, so you can't bullshit.
Only, watch those false notes.
Like so?
This cousin of mine keeps writing me to come down to New Orleans.
''Come on down. Help me with the bar. Make a pile of money.''
l don't think l'd get along in a big city.
lt's too full of fast men and loose women.
Begging your pardon, ma'am. No.
Now, l'm too used to a quiet simple country life.
He's Timmy.
Yes.
Dear God.
On the day...
On the very day of your wedding.
Poor little miss.
Mrs.
Mrs McBain.
But we all... We thought...
l know.
lt was to be a surprise today.
Brett McBain and l were married.
A month ago.
ln New Orleans.
l am the resurrection and the life.
He who believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.
Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Amen.
- Mr Bennett! - What's he doing here?
l found this collar on a nail by the door.
You got no way of knowing, but this is as good as a signature.
Cheyenne's hand.
- But why? - Don't worry, Mrs McBain.
We'll make 'em tell us before we hang 'em.
Let's get moving.
Come on. Let's go back to Flagstone.
No, Sam.
You go back.
You don't want to stay out here alone.
Why not?
This is my home.
You know, Wobbles,...
..l'm kinda mad at you.
Frank wasn't there.
He sent three friends.
l don't know nothing, l swear.
l only arranged the meeting the way you wanted it.
l don't know why Frank wasn't there.
- l swear to you that l... - Cos he was at the McBains'.
That's not true. Cheyenne did that job.
Everyone knows that. We got proof.