Door.
Shut the door, squirrel.
Whiskey.
How are you?
Bean. Roy Bean.
Maybe you heard of me. My picture's on the wall.
On the other side of that wall over there.
Just...
robbed the Granger's Trust down in Magdalena.
That's no easy pickings.
Bonanza Stud had his left hand shot half away...
and l picked two pellets of crude-iron buckshot...
out of my ankle.
l always heard that a man on the dodge is welcome west of the Pecos.
Maybe l heard wrong.
You heard right.
''Revised Laws and Statutes of the State of Texas.''
What's that doing here?
For the whores to piss on.
Give him a drink of cactus whiskey.
You a bank robber?
You get much out of that Magdalena one?
No.
Enough?
That's right, enough.
Buy me a drink, bank robber?
Listen, when Roy Bean drinks, everybody drinks.
Give me the money.
Let me get some of that.
l want some of that money!
-Get off him. -Get him strung.
Yeah, that's right.
Here! Tie it!
Go.
Gun.
Come back here, you son of a bitch!
Kill him! Shoot him!
l'm going to get Marvin.
Come on back here! l ain't through killing you!
You hear me? All of your kind, l'll be waiting!
The first time l saw Roy Bean...
he was set on killing me.
Thought l was the Devil, come to take him.
lt was an understandable thought, considering all the carnage...
that he had so recently brought forth.
l'm the Reverend Mr. LaSalle.
''Though l walk in the valley of the shadow...
''l fear not.''
What has happened here?
These men tried to hang me, and they have been killed for it.
How many of them are there?
A lot of them.
-Who did the killing? -l did.
They were bad men, and the whores weren't ladies.
''Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.''
lt was.
l'm waiting for the buzzards.
They don't deserve burying.
Maybe they don't...
but they ought to be.
They are a stench and an abomination.
l've got a shovel if you don't.
I buried them because Christ had died for aII of them.
It was his choice, not mine.
I am not one to question the wisdom of the AImighty.
Get my Bible.
lt is in the saddlebag.
l will read over the dead now.
My Bible, please, Mr....
Bean.
-Bean. -Roy Bean.
Judge Roy Bean.
l am the new law in this area.
-What has qualified you as such? -l know the law...
since l have spent my entire life in its flagrant disregard.
l had never killed a man before.
l'd shot at some...
in self-defense or blind fright, but l never hit anyone.
So God must have directed my bullets.
Why, he even sent an angel...
to deliver this weapon.
Just how do you intend to dispense this law?
With this. And a rope.
And will you rely again on the grace of God?
l intend to practice...
and give him some help.
Get on with the reading.
l've turned to the Book of Psalms...
and l will read from Psalm number 58...
which l deem to be appropriate.
''Let their teeth be broken...
''and blunted in their mouths...
''the great teeth of the young lions.
''...he shall take them away as with a whirlwind...
''both living, and in his wrath.
''The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance...
''he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
''So that a man shall say...
''Verily, there is a reward for the righteous...
''verily, he is a God that judgeth in the earth.''
What of them?
How do they fit into your scheme of justice?
The law is going to protect them.
lt says that somewhere in here.
Where is she?
Who? The angel?
lf ever there was one.
Dónde está Ia muchacha?
TraigaIa aquí.
Does she speak American?
What is your name, señorita?
How are you called?
Marie Elena.
Marie Elena...
l want to thank you for what you done, is what l want to do.
Maybe you can explain to these people here...
that l mean them no harm.
Tell them it's going to be a new place.
lt's going to be a nice place to live. l'm the new judge.
There will be law.
There's going to be order, progress, civilization, peace.
Above all, peace.
And l don't care who l have to kill to get it. Go on. You tell them that.
Tell them the horses that belonged to them vermin are theirs.
Their guns.
The land.
Just that place....
That place there, that's mine.
They do not want the horses.
They will take the horses. They do not want the land.
They are grateful.
They do not need the guns.
You are their patrón.
You mean l own everything if l do all the getting shot at.
lt is an old and fair arrangement.
And somewhat shrewd, l might add.
That brothel there...
it will be my courthouse.
Place to deal out justice, place to get shot at...
and shoot and hang others from. That's what it is.
l intend to live there, regardless.
What is it, my child?
l will live there, too.
She will what?
-You don't want me to live there. -No, l don't.
Not yet, anyway.
Don't you have parents or the like?
Perhaps she could live in that little shack off to the side.
Perhaps you could live in that little shack off to the side.
''Blessed is the Lord thy strength, which teaches thy hand to war...
''and thy fingers to fight.''
l shall pray for you, Bean.
This land abounds in ruffians and varmints.
Their numbers are legion, their evil skills commensurate.
Piss on them.
That was the first and Iast time I saw Judge Roy Bean.
I never got back to that country, and died of dysentery in oId Mexico.
I haven't seen him since, so he probabIy went to HeII.
Lillie Langtry.
The Jersey Lily.
Fairest voice, softest hair, eyes the color of a starlit night.
The most beautiful woman in all creation.
That's who that is.
Why, even princes drink champagne from her slipper.
Look at the color of that hair.
l cannot see any color.
That's 'cause it's a bad likeness.
But even a bad likeness of Lillie Langtry...
is worth most women in the flesh.
Get back in there, child.
Who are you?
Big Bart Jackson.
This is my gang.
Tector Crites...
Whorehouse Lucky Jim...
Nick The Grub, Fermel Parlee.
-You outlaws? -We're honest men.
Merely been driven to a life beyond the law by circumstances.
You ever been here before?
Don't even know where l am now.
lt's the Eagle's Nest, Vinegarroon County, Texas.
Vinegarroon.
What is a ''vinegarroon''?
Well, it's a Mexican word.
Means whiptail scorpion, mean as hell.
l don't want trouble from you...
only food, water and some cactus whiskey...
if that sign's not an idle boast.
Nothing on that sign is an idle boast.
lncluding the law.
Got any money?
Not much.
We tried to rob the Three Rivers Flyer. Couldn't catch him.
The passengers shot at us from windows for sport.
Not easy being an outlaw in times like these.
Ordinarily, l'd take you in my court and try you and hang you.
But if you got the money for whiskey, we can dispense with those proceedings.
-Do you get much judging around here? -What do you mean?
l mean, what's the use of being a judge if you ain't got no one to law?
Got a whole graveyard of previous cases.
l'll bet you could do even better if you had more cases to try.
-That's right. -What are you getting at?
What kind of court of law is it? Has no marshals.
l don't need no marshals to back me up.
There's Judge Parker, Fort Smith, Arkansas--
-Has marshals. -Right.
-A wealthy and respected man today. -That he is.
Marshals have to be men of strong moral fiber.
Country like this, overrun with outlaws....
Rich in possibilities.
l see no reason why the State of Texas...
through myself, could not provide...
half the booty and loot collected as legal property of this court.
Split up four ways, l imagine.
-Five. -Five.
Why, the State of Texas would probably pay a bonus each month.
You mean, a bonus for the man that does the most to the stopping...
of banditry and ''outlawlessness'' that runs rampant in this land.
Providing l was able to find men of...
sufficient moral fiber.
Raise your right hands.
Do you solemnly swear to uphold the letter of the law...
as stated in The Revised Statutes of Texas, 1855?.
And furthermore, do you swear solemn allegiance...
and vow to uphold the honor of Lillie Langtry?
-l do! -Judge?
Can l be the bartender? l've had my fill of being shot at for money.
What about that part about Miss Langtry?
That's the most beautiful woman l ever seen in all my born days.
By the power vested in me...
through God and the great and honorable State of Texas...
l hereby proclaim you to be marshals of the court...
of the county of Greater Vinegarroon.
-For Texas and Miss Lillie! -For Texas and Miss Lillie!
The whole thing was a mistake.
Why, l was framed from the start.
Set up by this two-bit vigilante judge and his lynch mob.
They had nothing better to do.
Besides, l was easy to catch.
This here is Sam Dodd, Judge. Genuine murderer.
-Who'd he kill? -Chinaman and his greaser wife.
-Stole a fruit jar full of money. -How much?
Close to $90.
$90?
That's a serious crime, son.
Where's the evidence?
We buried the victims no more than an hour after he done it.
Get down off that horse!
l don't cotton to looking up to the likes of you.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
Court of Vinegarroon is in session. There'll be no drinking.
Judge Roy Bean presiding.
Do you have anything to say before we find you guilty?
l'm not guilty of nothing.
There's no crime that l've done wrong.
Do you deny the killing?
l do not deny it.
But there's no place in that book where it says nothing about killing a Chinese.
And no one l know ever heard a law on greasers...
niggers, or lnjuns.
All men stand equal before the law.
And l will hang a man for killing anyone, including Chinks, greasers, or niggers!
l'm very advanced in my views and outspoken.
But there's no place in that book that--
Trust in my judgment of the book.
Besides, you'll hang no matter what it says...
'cause l am the law.
The law is the handmaiden of justice.
Get a rope.
Let's go, Sam Dodd.
l want to say something.
Don't l get to say nothing?
By all means.
l want to say that l still believe this whole thing is a mistake...
and that l am no worse, and probably better...
than the men who are about to end my days.
Well spoken, son. That's enough.
It was wrong to do this to me for the crimes mentioned...
but I'd aIso kiIIed white men and stoIe their horses.
So I figured that that's what I was being hung for.
My onIy concern was that that rope be tied properIy...
and the whoIe thing done right.
It was.
Verily, it has come to pass that the wicked, outlaws, et cetera...
are going to have their teeth blunted like lions...
with their necks stretched and broken. This is the fate of the wicked.
And all this has come to pass 'cause it is the duty of the righteous...
which is us, to hang the wicked whenever we can.
So that a man can say truly...
that God has appointed a judge upon the earth.
That is how it is and the way it will be. Amen.
-Amen. -Amen.
Bar is open!
Two.
l'm Snake River Rufus Krile, a long way from home.
Quit grinning. Can't stand a man that grins.
l call that bet, and l'll raise you $10.
l'm blood kin to a Gila monster.
-Can drink my weight in wolf poison. -One.
Massacre, bloodshed...
famine and drought all put meat on my bones.
l'll see that and raise you $5.
Hardship and slaughter: my daily bread.
You in or out, Judge?
l'm considering....
l can whip a full-grown longhorn cow with my hands tied.
Make violent love to mountain lions. My trigger fingers are itchy.
l'm set to go, red hot.
Raise you $5.
Justifiable homicide.
l fine that man two bits for firing a gun in a public building.
l also fine him...
$35, $45....
$52 for lying around.
Whorehouse, l call you and...
raise you $52.
l call.
Three bullets.
The marshaIs found that the Iand abounded in opportunities.
And the pickings was easy.
LittIe did the varmints expect the Iong arm of justice...
to reach them from within.
CriminaI vermin was pIentifuI and of good vaIue, too.
We had us a tabIe piIed high with siIver in no time.
And that was just the beginning.
The confiscated property of them that was caught and hung...
aIIowed the Judge to institute civic improvements.
WagonIoads of reaI, Iaw-abiding citizens came to settIe.
The Judge himseIf became a man of considerabIe weaIth and consequence.
He veriIy papered the courthouse waIIs...
with posters of his true and fair Iove.
He even sent riders to the raiIhead to bring back the New York Times...
so he couId foIIow the expIoits of Miss Langtry...
Jersey LiIy, voice as sweet as that of a nightingaIe.
l am...
disturbed by the news this morning.
What is it, Judge?
l am crestfallen.
Crestfallen?
Crestfallen by the...
report that Miss Lillie, in a playful mood at a royal outing...
slipped a frog down the back of His Highness Albert Edward...
Prince of Wales.
lt was in a moment of frivolity, you understand.
She slipped a frog down this prince's neck?
Anyway, the Prince was ruffled by the incident...
and disfavored Miss Lillie for it.
l suppose he would.
Suppose he would?
Ought to go over there and hang the son of a bitch!
l would, too, except l got too much respect for the royal family.
-Where'd you get that dress? -You sent for it.
lt sure didn't look like that in the Sears and Roebuck catalog.
-Don't you like it? -With all due respect to Miss Lillie...
l think she'd understand, yeah, l like it a lot.
Just don't go wearing it around here during drinking hours.
Sheriff! You better come quick! There'll be an illegal lynching!
Hold it!
The only lynching around here will be done according to the law.
Hell, Judge!
We got the tar and we got the feathers.
What is all this about, Bart?
We, as the decent folks of this community, will not abide by pimp gamblers...
and women of the night at prices like these.
-What's the going price? -$5, that's the price!
-Gold or silver! -Outrageous!
l'd be willing to make a special rate for you, Judge...
-considering that-- -No, sir.
What goes for my town goes for me.
Justice goes for all.
Justice is the handmaiden of the law.
-l was only trying to make amends. -Amends!
What you have done to these...
gentle damsels....
l accuse you, sir, of leading them down the primrose path.
Making them slaves to passion and the dollar.
$5.
-$3. -$2.50.
For you, Judge, nothing.
Get those ladies down from that traveling bordello...
and put them on the porch. You, sir.
Get out of my way. That's it, come to me. l'll catch you.
l ain't going to sentence you, boy, but l am going to warn you...
if you ain't out of here in five minutes, l will open court.
-l haven't even got a horse. -Steal one! A fast one!
Remember, we hang horse thieves around here.
Spread out, ladies.
l didn't mean that.
What do you want to do with them, Judge?
Just bear witness.
Bart, come here.
Fermel.
Right there. Right there.
Whorehouse, come here.
Right there.
-Tector. -Yes, sir?
-Come on out here. -No, not me, Judge. l'm a benedict.
What about me, Judge?
Over here.
Ladies...
l intend to steer you back to the path of righteousness.
l hereby sentence you to one year...
under protective custody of my marshals.
Bar's open! Drinks are on the house!
l think, my dear...
that you are a case for special consideration.
l hereby declare you a ward of the court.
A pig!
l likewise advise you to find a fast horse.
Hold it!
-All right, let's go inside. -The Judge can handle it.
-Where you going? -l am going for a walk.
Smell how sweet that air is.
lt's almost tropical, that's what it is.
ln the desert at night, in the moonlight, it smells like...
it could be a teeming jungle...
in Africa or lndia or the like.
And it makes me dream about this land.
What l'm going to make of it.
Someday it's going to be covered...
with farms and towns.
There's going to be a railroad.
Streets...
covered with brick.
Buildings made of stone, 100 feet high.
There will be factories and slaughterhouses...
like l seen in those pictures of Denver and Chicago.
And l am going to have a courthouse made of granite, four stories high...
so l can look down and see that everything is going to plan.
And you can have anything you want.
You just think of anything you want.
A box that makes songs.
What?
A box that you open, it makes songs.
-Music box. -Sí.
l would get you a pipe organ.
-What songs would you want it to play? -Any songs.
You ever hear the YeIIow Rose of Texas?
No, why?
You should have.
How does it go?
Sing more.
No, l can't sing.
lt's cold in that shack where you live, ain't it?
lt's all right in the summer.
Yeah, but it's cold in the winter and it leaks in the rain, don't it?
Sometimes.
And the wind comes through.
Only when it's blowing.
Yeah, it is summer and the sky is clear, there's no wind.
You should spend the night in the courthouse so l can protect you...
from the elements.
What are you doing there in the middle of nowhere, digging a hole?
A grave.
When that wheel come off the wagon, l took it for a sign.
-This here's my dying ground. -Where you coming from?
Lived in the mountains mostly. l was a mountain man.
Knew Jim Bridger, Kit Carson, Liver Eatin' Johnson.
He was a good feller when he started. But things get to him.
Went bad after a few winters.
Yeah, a man will do that. What's your name, mister?
l'm Grizzly Adams, direct descendant of John Quincy Adams...
sixth President of the United States.
His blood is in me.
l went wild as a youth, ran away to the mountains.
Good life, free life, but cold.
So cold l'd go to the bears, lie with them in their cave.
That's why l'm known as Grizzly. l cohabitated with the bears.
What are you doing in Vinegarroon?
All my life, l've been cold.
-l come south to die where it's warm. -lt's warm here.
There'll be no illegal dying.
The only people that die in my town are those that l shoot or hang.
Get along with you.
Can't die here! Can't die there! Man can't even die where he sees fit no more!
l want no part of what this world's come to.
l'm glad my days are at an end.
That's Zachary Taylor, my oldest boy...
named after the 12th President of the United States.
l prefer his company to that of men.
Pick up that wheel and move on.
Or l'll have you both strung up for disturbing the peace.
Hurry up, mister, this bear ain't getting any lighter.
How about adopting him, mister?
He'll need someone after l'm gone to love and be loved by in return.
Send him back to his mother.
She run off with another bear from Colorado.
What do you think you're doing?
Come on back here and pick up your bear!
-Good heavens. -Give Zach a good home, mister.
Or sure as hell, l'll come back and haunt you.
There now. Good bear.
Go on, run for it. You can't bluff me.
-Go on back to your father! -Run, Judge!
Okay, stay where you are, damn it!
-Come on, Judge, he's a monster! -Nasty bear. You want to make friends?
Go on!
Get in there now. Go on.
Go to bed and lie down, you hear me?
I don't know which one he was taIking to.
But either way it must've been one heII of a night.
The Watch Bear moved right into the househoId.
The Judge and him and Marie EIena were inseparabIe.
The three of them used to go picnicking together.
Dearest LiIIie:
It was with fondest enthusiasm that I received your Ietter this morning.
It was deIivered to me whiIe in court. I dared not open it...
for fear that it wouId cause me to reeI in dazed ecstasy...
and forget the grave responsibiIities of my position.
We're ready, Judge.
Therefore I pIaced it in a pocket over my heart...
where it has remained warm untiI now.
l don't want to hurry you, but the horse is getting nervous.
Quiet, you damn fool.
Can't you see the Judge is reading a letter from Miss Langtry? Come on.
Dear Mr. Bean: On behaIf of Miss Langtry...
I wish to thank you for your correspondence...
of ApriI, March, February, and January, 1895.
Miss Langtry is presentIy engaged in a tour of the Continent...
and wiII make every effort to review it at her soonest possibIe convenience.
Most warmIy yours, Dorothy P. PiIsbury...
personaI secretary to Miss LiIIie Langtry.
Any last words?
-We already said that. -All right, give me back my cigar.
Carry out the sentence.