[¶¶¶]
MAN: The first Colt repeating pistols in this territory, sheriff.
Finest guns ever made.
Here's law and order in six-finger doses, yes, sir.
Easy to load and as durable as your mother-in-law.
Listen to that salesman later.
Let me out of here.
When the stage is ready to roll, I'll see that you're on it.
Now, shut up.
I heard a lot about these new
Colt repeating pistols, Mr. Farrell.
You'll hear more. Nothing like 'em.
How much more does a man have to hear?
Look what it says in this advertising
your company's doing.
"The Secretary of War and the President Polk
has contracted with Mr. Colt for 2000 of his pistols."
During the war with Mexico,
these pistols were responsible for our victories,
even though we were outnumbered.
"The remarkable advantage of the Colt repeating pistol
"is dramatically proved in the personal experience
"of Captain Steve Farrell,
"sent to Texas with a cavalry detachment
"to rescue Colonel Cross of the American Army.
"Ambushed by the Mexicans, the entire detachment
"was killed or captured and only Captain Farrell escaped
"by shooting his way to freedom
with a pair of the new Colt repeating pistols."
"Farrell."
Captain Farrell, is that you?
Mr. Colt presented me with this pair
when he was in Washington
trying to interest the government in his revolver.
When my outfit was wiped out in that ambush,
it was these guns that saved my life.
Wish I could deliver them instead of just take orders,
but factory's nearly a year behind.
No chance of, uh, getting a pair soon, Mr. Farrell?
No, not this far west yet.
Government orders have to come first.
Powder's automatically measured as you pour from the flask.
SHERIFF: Six shots instead of one. Man, that makes a difference.
In your business it does.
And I'm not covering the general trade
until every law officer in my territory gets
his order in first.
Just crimp in the bullets,
no wadding is necessary,
and the rammer tempts them home.
Six shots instead of one.
Farrell, you really got somethin'.
If I had me one of them revolvers,
I wouldn't be here now.
Push the cap down tight and she's ready to go.
All your customers as noisy as that?
Only one way to handle these trouble-huntin' drifters:
Pick 'em up, keep 'em on ice overnight
and then ship 'em out of town.
Keeps the streets clean.
Every man to his business, sheriff.
Now to get back to mine.
Ordered in pairs,
this is the way Colonel Colt ships this model. Complete.
Stage is ready to roll.
Got your package of freight wrapped for shipment?
Be right out with him.
Mind waiting a minute, Mr. Farrell?
I wanna hear more about those guns.
This little job won't take long.
Maybe this time it won't. I'll be back.
Mister, you ain't coming back.
Maybe I'm an old man, but I know your kind:
rotten clean through, yellow as a whining pup.
The kind that can't be a man without a gun in his fist.
A pistol don't make a man.
It's the gent behind the gun that counts!
[¶¶¶]
Hold it.
Now, the old man just said that it was the gent
behind the guns that count, and I'm behind these.
Never let me catch you when you aren't.
Ah, that's better.
Gonna keep you on your feet. I got use for you.
Hey, what's going on in--?
Thanks, Farrell.
Thought you'd forgotten your promise, wouldn't show up.
Let that one move. Get his partner here.
Partner?
Yes, partner. You heard that killer call him by name.
A slick way of getting guns in here
without the sheriff's suspicion.
Now, wait a minute--
Put him in there and lock him up.
He stole those guns.
Oh, yeah, that's your story.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
He stole those guns, I tell ya.
[¶¶¶]
[COCKS]
[BOTH COCK]
[GUNSHOTS]
[BOTH COCK]
All right, Farrell.
On your way.
Your gear's in that closet there. Get it out.
Decided you mighta made a mistake
about that killer and me?
Not on your life.
The town put this badge on me
because I promised to let you rot in jail.
I still wish that I could.
Why turn me loose then?
The circuit judge hit town this morning.
Said I never had enough on you to hold you, according to law.
Ordered me to release you.
So come on, get a move on. I ain't got all day.
If it takes a stubborn man to make a good sheriff,
you oughta be the best in the country.
And don't figure on doing much with them fancy pistols.
Because I got the country well-plastered
with information posters on you.
You're not only stubborn, mister, you are thorough.
Did you put out posters on the thief that took my guns too?
I'll make a deal.
I'll give you a letter clearing you
if you tell me where that killer's hiding.
Why?
Because it's worth $5000.
Hasn't wasted much time with my guns, has he?
I don't know where he is.
But you'll know when I find him.
I aim to get my guns back.
A pair of guns ain't worth a long hunt.
Pair he has are.
They weren't made for the use he's putting them to.
Blamed if I don't half believe you.
Hm. Too bad you couldn't have felt that way four months ago.
I'll walk down the stable with you.
Might make a difference with the price you get charged
for your horse's keep.
You know, if I thought you'd really been telling
the straight story from the beginning, Farrell...
You'd wish me luck?
Thanks, sheriff.
[¶¶¶]
[GUNSHOT]
[COCKS]
[GUNSHOT]
Whoa.
You hear some shootin'?
No.
I'm jumpy, I guess.
You sure we're carrying gold?
If we are, we'll find out.
That jasper with a .45 hasn't missed a shipment in weeks.
Hyah!
That's a great-looking bunch of Indians.
Did you get the real ones planted?
Right where the sheriff won't have to look for 'em.
You sure think of everything, don't you, Brett?
Well, it's getting pretty close to time.
The rest of you men ready?
ALL: Yeah.
All right, now remember:
Don't break cover until you see that scarf
flying from the stagecoach.
It'll be different, not having you and your guns with us.
You'll get used to it.
Fella's gotta move up.
Chief, you almost lost top-hair.
[RUMBLING]
Here comes help.
We can't do anything for others.
But we'll get you a ride into next town.
No.
White men look like Indian.
Kill my people.
Blame my people for holdup.
Holdup, huh?
Cut you down for bait, huh?
Boss has gun which talk many times.
Like you.
[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]
Chief, take my horse.
Get back to your people.
On the move.
Hurry, chief!
[¶¶¶]
Holdup ahead. I'll give you a hand.
Smash through and don't stop.
Hyah! Hitch up!
Understand? Don't stop.
Get up there!
Hyah!
Don't be alarmed, ma'am. A little trouble ahead.
Trouble?
It'll be all right. Just keep your head down.
No, you can't.
Don't worry. Leave this to me.
Here she comes.
I hope the boys don't forget my wife's onboard.
They won't.
Yeah, that stage is carrying gold, all right.
Aren't you ever jumpy, Brett?
Look, hadn't you better clear out?
It wouldn't do for your wife
to see you here with me, would it?
No. Come on.
[BANDITS WHOOPING]
You can't, I tell you. You mustn't.
You want this stage stopped? No, but--
Just keep out of my way.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]
You don't know what you're doing.
Lady, I don't know what you're doing.
[GUNSHOTS]
No, you musn't. You can't.
I can try. I've come a long way for the chance.
BRETT: Out of powder. Let 'em go.
Whoa.
Hiyo!
Hyah!
Hoo-doo.
You're in with this bunch.
Oh, no, I'm not. You don't understand.
Maybe the sheriff will.
That driver's badly hurt, we gotta get him back to town.
[¶¶¶]
Give me a hand.
[HOOFBEATS CLOPPING]
Hey!
How'd it go?
It went great.
Right according to plan.
What was the take?
I don't know yet.
Boys are bringing it in.
What's the matter, you nervous?
About you? While you're carrying those?
Oh, no.
No, it's just--
Just what? Come on, spit it out.
I'd hate to think that you or your wife
was holding anything out on me.
Not me.
Haven't I been working along with you
ever since you took this place of mine over for a hangout,
even against my wife?
No, it's-- It's just that...
Well, you been taking too many risks that you don't need to.
And missing the really big thing.
Go ahead.
Well, you're like a miner. Like me before I figured it out.
Because there's a mining boom going on
you figure the only profit's in gold.
I figure there should have been about $10,000 in gold
on that stage today.
Nickels and dimes.
Where was it going?
Outside to buy more equipment.
To open more mines. To raise more buildings in Bonanza Creek.
The town. That's where the big take is.
How many miners leave a boomtown richer
than when they showed up? Not one in a thousand.
Where does the gold they dug go?
Hm-mm, the gambling halls, the saloons, the banks.
You think I'd have got this place for the price I did
if the first owner hadn't gambled
and lost the whole works to the bank?
You got a gambling hall and a saloon and a bank
you wanna turn over to me?
The town's full of 'em. And for the takin'.
Let Beth and me do more than just
spot stage shipments for you.
We know the town. We lay the groundwork.
You can move in behind us.
You got a little capital.
And when money won't talk, those will.
You know, your wife ain't been exactly anxious
to help us so far.
If she ever got on to you...
If she ever found out you was one of us--
I'll take care of her.
This is a chance to shave every day.
To sleep between clean sheets.
To have men tip their hats to you and ask you for advice.
My hands in their pockets at the same time, huh?
Now you're gettin' the idea.
Well, let's ask Beth. Here she comes now.
Oh, she better not see me talking to you like this.
Then you better get in there and get in there fast.
[DOOR LOCKS]
[GASPS]
All right, talk.
What about that man on the stage?
What about those .45's he was carrying?
Talk to me.
BETH: I never saw him before.
He-- He just appeared.
Right out of thin air.
Yes, he was on the stage before I knew anything about it.
There was nothing I could do.
You have to believe me.
You've got to.
Where's my husband?
What have you done to him?
Nothing yet. I wanted to hear your story first.
Must you hold us responsible for everything?
What do you expect of us?
I'm not sure about your husband,
but I can tell you all about you.
Then you do believe we had nothing to do
with what happened on the stage?
Sure.
You're too smart to lie to me.
[GRUNTS]
Your husband is in there.
[¶¶¶]
[DOOR CLOSES]
Oh, you handled that beautifully.
Did I, Paul?
I'm sorry.
Sorry? What's the matter with you?
What happened on that stage today?
Beth, did you--?
Go to somebody for help?
No, we're cowards, both of us.
Because we value our lives?
What happened on that stage?
A man I'd never seen before turned Brett's gang back.
I escaped when he stopped the stage.
Oh, Paul, we can't go on like this,
as members of the gang, as if we had joined willingly.
There must be someone we can turn to for help.
The judge, the sheriff, somebody in town.
We've talked about this before. It's too risky.
Maybe Brett wouldn't harm you, I don't know.
But he'd kill me.
If he thought for a minute that you had anything to do
with that trouble on the stage,
he'd of shot me, right though that door,
with you standing here.
That what you want, Beth?
Oh, no, Paul, of course not.
I don't want the other things he's promised.
I don't want good living, travel and money.
I want what we had here before we ever saw him.
They're our lives. We've a right to live them.
And I wanna keep on living mine.
Be patient a little longer, dear.
His kind never stays long in one place.
I know it isn't easy, but we've just got to wait.
He's an animal.
You should have seen him behind those guns today.
I think he kills just to see men die.
I know what's best for us, believe me.
Trust me, sweetheart.
Oh, Paul.
It's been a hard day for you.
Let's get out of here.
Maybe after you've rested awhile you'll feel better, huh?
[¶¶¶]
Something's wrong.
MAN: Keep.
MAN 2: What's the matter? MAN 3: Something's wrong.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Here, give me a hand.
MAN 4: What happened?
Careful, he's in pretty bad shape.
MAN 5: All right.
At least the stage came back this time.
What about the express box? It's up there.
Those blasted Indians in the hills?
Any of you know an Indian whose got a pair of Colt. 45's
and knows how to use 'em?
Where's your sheriff?
Right here.
What's this about a pair of .45's?
You oughta know, sheriff.
You got reward posters out on the gang that did this.
Harris, how long are we gonna put up with that bunch?
Just as long as I have to put up with a town
that hides behind its own street.
I've kept that bunch out of Bonanza Creek,
and I'm not going into the hills to look for them until you,
all of ya,
get off your bellies.
You get me a posse to back me up and I'll bring the gang in.
Well, uh, I haven't lost anything in the hills.
One bullet will kill a man dead enough.
I ain't taking chances with six.
Grow big men in this country, don't you, sheriff?
Hmph.
Pockets are so full of profit,
they can't get up on their hind legs.
What's your name, mister?
Farrell. Steve Farrell.
All right, boys.
Roll the stage down to the corral
and see that box gets back to the office.
You look like one man who could talk to the boss
of the .45's gang on even terms.
Will you step inside?
Sit down.
Thanks.
Now, why are you here
and what did you say your business was, Farrell?
I didn't say.
I'm looking for a man, the same man you are.
Why?
He stole a pair of guns from me.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, I suppose one reason's as good as another.
Do you think you'll find him?
I know I will.
You help me and I'll help you.
You need a deputy.
Oh.
You mean you want one of these?
Sure.
I want the law behind me when I go after those guns.
Well, pin it on, mister, and welcome.
Looks like I'm gonna have my first night off in months.
Ha-ha! Do you mind?
No.
Any passengers on that stage when it left today?
I don't know, I didn't see it leave.
Why?
Oh, nothing.
Go ahead, sheriff, I'll hold the fort down.
Got some thinking to do.
Well, I'll see ya later.
Maybe a little investigating too.
Mm.
[¶¶¶]
What's the matter?
Who is he? Where'd he come from?
Who?
That man on the stage.
What's the difference?
We've been shot at before.
Yeah, but not with a pair of those.
I don't like it!
[HORSE GALLOPING]
[HORSE SNORTS]
Now we'll find out.
Who crossed us up on the stage today?
Shut up. The boss wasn't--
What happened?
Your past almost caught up with you.
Don't be funny.
Well, you're in a jam.
You wanna hear about it, or don't you?
He's gettin' a little big for his britches.
I'm listenin'.
You know who that was on the stage today?
No.
Steve Farrell.
Farrell? A gun salesman.
He says you owe him for those, uh...
Those guns and he brought along a pair to collect with.
He ain't gonna get a chance to use 'em.
Where is he now?
Oh, that'll keep.
We're making a deal first.
[FOOTSTEPS]
I saw Harris come in--
You stay out of this.
Sit down and shut up.
I better like this deal of yours.
You'll have to.
I've got Farrell in my hip pocket,
and he might get loose.
When I let you start workin' my county,
there was one thing we never settled.
Like what?
I'm givin' the orders and you're taking them.
You're a big man, ain't ya, sheriff?
Tough too, and smart.
What are ya without these?
Yella.
Why should you get all the gravy
and leave me to wash up the plates behind you?
Now, listen--
You listen!
It's the last thing you're gonna hear.
Now, pick him up and put him in a chair.
You think fast.
The smart sheriff wantin' to be the big boss.
You oughta listen. Now, where's Farrell?
He's in my office, wearin' a deputy's star.
So that's what you thought was smart.
You were gonna send him out here after me
with the law behind him.
Not really.
Sure, you go ahead.
You do that.
Only he'll never get here
because we'll meet him on the way.
He's sharp.
He may not do it.
He's your deputy.
Make him do it.
All right.
Oh, sheriff.
Now, pick him up.
Send him back to town, then get in here.
Looks like we're gonna get ourselves another pair of .45's.
So that's where he is...
in town...
hidin' behind a badge.
[¶¶¶]
[GASPS]
Well, chief, a friendly visit, I hope.
Me Walking Bear.
You my friend.
Save my life.
Bring back your horse.
Head all right?
No hurt bad.
How'd you know where to find me?
Indian have many way find out.
Why the paint?
White man kill three Indian today.
Tomorrow...
three white men die.
You can't do that.
You can't go around taki'' the law in your hands
and killing people just to get even.
Mm-mm.
White man law.
No good for Indian.
It is while I'm behind it.
Look, chief, if you kill three people out of revenge,
that won't do any good.
There's only one man responsible and he's my enemy too.
Leave him to me and the law.
Owe friend much.
We wait.
Watch you.
Three sunset.
Thanks, chief.
[HORSE TROTTING]
[HORSE SNORTS]
Thought you were gonna take the night off.
Ah, I couldn't enjoy myself.
I had that .45's gang on my mind, I guess.
So have I.
Look, sheriff, you know anybody named, uh, Donovan?
Yes, a young couple. They own a mine above Hog Meadow.
They're pretty well thought of up here. Why?
I did a little investigating, like I said.
Mrs. Donovan was a passenger on the stage today.
No! You saw her?
Yes, and her signal to the bunch that jumped us.
Mrs. Donovan? Are you sure?
She did her best to keep me from standing them off.
Then ducked out while I was helping the driver.
Oh, I don't believe it, not that girl.
You weren't on the stage.
Where is this Donovan place?
What'll you do?
Well, it doesn't seem possible,
but if you saw Mrs. Donovan, uh...
You know, we gotta be careful how we do this.
We've gotta be careful about everything
with this bunch, sheriff.
A circle around the Donovan place, undercover,
oughta tell us something.
Well, anybody who saw me'd recognize me sure.
I-I don't think I ought to go.
Suits me. Just, uh...
Just tell me how to get there.
Sure. First thing in the morning.
[¶¶¶]
All right, an extra share on our next split
for the man who nails him. Come on.
[GUNSHOTS]
[ALL WHOOPING]
Scatter!
The man we want was heading that bunch.
You our friend.
In plenty trouble.
Need our help.
I guess I did at that. Thanks, chief.
I won't get anything from him.
Him no good for talk all right.
[HORSES TROTTING]
[SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Too many trails.
All get away.
But maybe not so bad.
Walking Bear make you present.
That's a present I can use.
All right, boys, start talking.
Indian has ways make prisoners talk.
I'll make 'em talk when I get 'em back to town.
Mornin', Judge Tucker.
Good morning, Donovan. How's the missis?
Oh, fine, thanks. Good.
What are you doing here?
I started Farrell on his way.
Yeah, I know. I saw him start out.
But, uh, Brett figured
I'd better keep an eye on you today just the same.
Now, you listen here.
[CROWD CHATTERING]
Farrell!
And some of the .45's.
I know this one.
He shot Ben Murphy off a stage I was ridin' last month.
This skunk held up Tom Feeney and me out at our claim.
MAN 2: Well, thanks to Farrell, we're getting some action.
The stagecoach yesterday and now this.
It's time we took a hand, someone get a rope.
SHERIFF: Oh, hold on!
You elected me the law. We're stickin' to due process.
Nobody's gonna get hung here without a fair trial.
The sheriff's right.
If you think they deserve a hanging,
appoint a miner's court and do it properly.
You're makin' us waste a lot of good time, Farrell.
All right, we'll elect a court then.
Here's Judge Tucker.
The sheriff said this has got to be according to law.
We'll need your help, judge.
A duty and a pleasure, gentlemen.
We'll have court set up and a jury paneled in no time.
All right, inside.
JUDGE: Pull this way, men.
[CROWD CHATTERING]
What happened, how'd you get 'em?
I was ambushed.
They'll tell us about it.
You'll get nothin' outta us.
Suit yourselves, boys.
If you decide to talk before that court's set up out there,
we'll do what we can for you.
And if you don't, well, they're your necks.
Get in there.
Make yourself comfortable, sheriff.
We've got more time than they have.
[¶¶¶]
[HORSE GALLOPING]
Farrell's in town.
I know that, with a couple of the boys on the end of a rope.
They're gonna hang.
What am I supposed to do? Cry?
Don't you see it? Now's the time to move.
You're crazy.
Am I? Ask Brett.
So the town's all fired up
about hangin' a couple of the .45's gang.
Wonder what they'd do
if we threw the boss right in their laps.
Now it's you that's crazy.
We gotta figure this out very carefully, now.
Time is short. I got it figured.
Carl, Miller, get the rest of the boys.
Now what? Don't make sense.
Well, we're on our way. I figure--
I said I had it figured.
All right.
All right, then, but don't forget this is my idea.
I ain't forgettin' anything, includin' your wife.
How you gonna explain this move to town to her?
She's kinda stubborn.
Not that stubborn. No woman is.
This means luxuries, good livin'.
You can buy the best woman with gold,
she won't care where it comes from.
Beth will string along.
Not so easy and not outside the law.
She'll give ya trouble. I won't let her.
She'll have to understand it's our big chance.
I'll make her see it.
BETH: That won't be necessary, Paul.
I understand completely now.
The things I've gone through to buy my husband's safety.
Do you know why I ran over here when I saw you ride in?
I was afraid. Afraid something would happen to you.
Beth, listen, it's not what you think.
It never has been, even from the beginning, has it?
The man I thought I married never really existed.
You know I love ya.
You think I wanna keep ya in this dirty mine.
The dirt didn't come out of the mine, Paul.
Beth...
This is a way to everything we've wanted.
It affects our whole life, our future.
Not mine. That's over with. Finished!
I'll take care of her.
Better make it fast.
Beth, be sensible.
If you can't understand my thinkin',
at least respect my judgment.
Respect!
You think I'll let your stubbornness
stand in my way now?
Everything I've planned for?
Move.
[¶¶¶]
Hey! Bring those horses up here.
You like honest minin' so well, you oughta be happy in here.
Paul. Paul?
It's terribly dark in here.
Don't leave me without a light, please.
There's candles in there someplace.
Beth.
I'll be back sometime tomorrow.
I know how you feel right now, but...
Well, do some thinkin' till I get back.
Think real hard. Maybe you'll change your mind.
Whatever I'm doin' is not only for me but for you too.
Don't forget that.
[HAMMERING OUTSIDE]
You're not gonna get those boys to talk.
A rope's pretty persuasive.
How's it comin' out there?
Just about set.
Nervous?
I'm not going to hang. Why should I be nervous?
MAN: All right. Come on, judge. Let's get the trial started.
[GAVEL BANGS]
We ready?
I now declare this court in session.
Bring in the prisoners.
MAN 2: Right, judge.
No rope stretched yet.
Well, the law works kinda slow.
Gimme your guns.
Donovan, stay here as lookout.
Get a couple for yourself from the boys.
[GAVEL BANGS]
Ready? We know the charges, who can identify these men?
I can.
They were part of the .45's bunch that held--
[CROWD YELLING]
Anyone else wanna perjure himself?
It's a break!
MAN: Get those cuffs of 'em. Hold it.
There's some of your .45's and the headman himself,
look at his guns.
Why he's the--
Don't open your mouth.
Here they are.
Look at 'em.
You've all been cryin' for law and order,
well, now you're gonna get it.
Thanks to the help I got from Mr. Brett in settin' my trap.
Trap? You could've let us in on it.
MAN: Wait a minute.
I won't buy that on a stranger's say so.
Or yours either, sheriff.
Don't worry about him,
he was the only man with sand enough to help me.
What about those two we were just--?
Two man outta his gang ain't too big a price to pay
for the safety of the badge he's wearin'.
Come on, let's get on with this.
All you need's another length of rope.
[CROWD ROARS] JUDGE: Order.
[GAVEL BANGING]
JUDGE: Let's have some order.
You'll have your say directly, Farrell.
We're handlin' this legal.
Quiet, now!
What do you think you're doin'?
Outta my way! Stay out of this.
I'm gonna tell the whole town the truth.
Don't be a fool. Get!
[¶¶¶]
MAN: Farrell's getting away!
Hold your fire! That's Mrs. Donovan.
All right. Now, is that enough proof for you ironheads?
What kind of a town is this anyway?
The richest gold camp in the country
crawlin' in its own gutters.
While an outlaw and a murderer makes fools out of all of ya.
He's right. I've had enough of this.
We've gotta stop that killer.
Even the town ain't safe now.
MAN: How about Mrs. Donovan?
I'll fill a saddle.
I'm with ya.
Well, sheriff, it looks like you got your posse.
All right, men, get your horses.
But we've got some unfinished business.
It'll keep. You're jail will take care of these two.
Get their boss.
[CROWD CHATTERING]
They'll likely head straight for the Indian camp.
All right, men.
What a great plan, Brett.
Bring the boys.
Sorry, I gotta keep you boys locked up till tonight,
make things look good.
Where are the keys? In the door there.
These are Miller's.
I had to shoot her, I had to.
She was gonna tell the whole town.
What are ya worryin' about?
Everything went fine. Went just like clockwork.
Yeah, the rest'll be easy.
[¶¶¶]
How is she?
Not bad hurt.
White men do that?
White men crazy.
What...?
What am I doing here?
I brought you.
Why?
You're my guarantee I'll get to the man I want.
I gotta get to Judge Tucker, to the sheriff,
I've gotta warn them all.
I've gotta warn them.
They're in danger, terrible danger, all of them.
Brett and my husband plan to take over the town.
You thought a little differently about Mr. Brett on that stage.
I hated him from the first minute I saw him.
I thought my husband's life was in danger.
I didn't know that he was one of the gang
and just as rotten as any one of them.
You could help me. You've got to.
These Indians must be your friends,
they can help too.
Not in the mood they're in.
Besides, Brett's my job.
Your job?
Who are you?
Steve Farrell.
In a way I'm responsible for every move Brett's been making.
Violence and death with a pair of guns he stole from me.
I've got to tear down everything he's built with those guns.
BETH: He should be killed.
Killing Brett isn't enough.
Walking Bear can do that much with an arrow on a dark night.
I'm not a policeman, that's for other men.
My job is to get back those .45's
and wipe out everything Brett's made those guns stand for.
If we could get to Judge Tucker, to the men in town--
Why, they think I'm the head of the .45's gang.
Brett sold 'em that this afternoon.
Then help me get outta here,
I can prove to them they're wrong.
Somebody in town doesn't like you.
Show up again and they may not miss.
My husband's a very bad shot, Mr. Farrell.
[QUIETLY] Your husband shot you.
[HORSES GALLOPING]
[¶¶¶]
Men from town come.
Many guns.
You stay here.
Be quiet.
SHERIFF: Hey, in the camp there. Where's your chief?
We want to talk to him.
Sheriff Harris, I've got to see him.
Stay.
Harris will do you no good. He's tied in with Brett too.
What?
Then the posse, I can tell them.
Harris will find an excuse to kill you
the moment you start to talk. Come on. Sit down.
We want Farrell. Where is he?
And the girl.
SHERIFF: Yeah, the killer you helped escape from town.
The woman. We want them, we're taking 'em back.
Do you understand?
He's stalling, sheriff, he knows what you're talking about.
Yeah, bring Farrell and the woman out here.
You're dealing with the law.
Only friend welcome here.
Law no friend to Indian.
Go!
Look at those guards, Harris.
Farrell's in there.
Let's grab him. You crazy?
That's your final word, chief?
Listen, Farrell, this doesn't get you anyplace
and these Indians either.
You better come on out,
or I'll send a rider to Fort Taylor for the cavalry
and they'll level this camp.
Do you want that?
I can't let him do that. No.
Walking Bear won't let them take you.
There'll be a fight, and that's what you don't want.
Let's get out of here.
[¶¶¶]
All right, boys, turn in. Get some rest.
There'll be plenty to do tomorrow.
[ALL MUTTER]
You knew those Indians wouldn't let us near Farrell
or that girl.
Sure.
What good is it gonna do 'em to stay in the Indian camp?
They've gotta come back here
if they're gonna tell anybody their story.
When they do, we'll be waitin' for 'em.
Come on, I'll show you the real reason
I wanted to get the posse out of town.
BRETT: Now let's go in here to the express office, sheriff.
Evening, sheriff.
What's one of your men doing here? Where's old Tom Mason?
His record wasn't so good. He lost too many gold shipments.
Sort of got relieved.
Yeah, the express company is gonna be mighty grateful.
You see, the new manager pays me a 10 percent insurance fee
on every shipment and guarantees safe delivery.
Won't-- Now-- Now, look, Brett--
Come one, sheriff, you don't know what you've been missing.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, how far do you think you can go with this sort of thing?
I don't think I've heard what the range of these .45's is.
Far enough to empty a lot of pockets.
Well, it's gotta end someplace.
It will, when I've got all I want.
What about the rest of us?
Listen, those that stick with me
are through with worry and sweat for the rest of their lives.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink on that.
I, uh-- Heh-heh.
I think I need one.
It's on the house.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Good evening, boss.
Evening. Set 'em up, Jack.
Boss? But this is Sam Clark's place.
It sort of changed hands.
Sam and I had a little understanding.
Sam wouldn't sell this place for all the gold in the hills.
Heh, no. Sheriff, I don't buy nothin'.
Have a drink.
[COUGHS] It was clean?
[CHUCKLES] And quiet, huh?
He just sold out and left town if anybody asks you.
Too far, Brett, you're going too far.
Why don't you let me be the judge of that.
Get the rest of the boys, post 'em on outlook around town.
Farrell and Donovan's wife are due to pay us--
My wife.
What wife? I got no wife.
I had to shoot her.
She'd have told the whole town.
See you later at the office.
Harris is scared stiff.
You don't need him anymore.
You don't need any of 'em with me around.
Wasn't this my idea from the beginning?
Why should you cut the rest?
Just you and me, huh?
Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Who do we drop first?
Let's get out of here.
All right, partner.
[CHUCKLES] Ah, we're gonna live.
We're gonna live.
[DRUMS BEATING, CHANTING]
Tell the chief I want to see him.
Now.
What are you planning to do?
When sun comes,
we ride on warpath.
But you promised me time to do it my own way.
Promise no good.
You law then.
Now law after you.
Bad man
big chief in town.
But, chief, you've got-- [SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Come.
[DRUMS BEATING, CHANTING]
[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Him on road near town.
Bullets all in back.
Killed by guns shoot many times.
Take woman inside.
Chief, if you break the peace now,
you'll make enemies of a lot of innocent people.
Dead enemy's best way to peace.
When sun comes, we attack.
[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
I'm making a break for town. I've got to warn them.
No, Steve. They'll shoot you on sight if they see you.
Let me go.
No.
I wanted the law behind these.
I suppose I still do.
Where's that badge?
There it is.
[DRUMS BEATING, CHANTING]
[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
[¶¶¶]
Get her!
Here, Joe.
Farrell might be right behind her.
Get your horse.
Hurry up. Get that rope across.
Get him up.
These didn't do him much good, did they?
We had luck. Go ahead, move.
Move!
Have you seen white woman?
Look, chief, you says you were my friend.
It's-- It's one hour to dawn.
You've got to help me till then.
Till sunrise,
help friend.
Got to move fast and quiet.
Indian always quiet.
Let me go!
The boss will be glad to see you.
There's a lady coming in. Open up.
She come by the hill road.
Where's Harris?
He's watching the road with Joe.
Get out the back way and watch that door.
You take the other entrance.
Miller, out front.
So you were gonna tell all you know, huh?
And you know plenty. Too much.
You can't go on with this. No?
You've gotta listen to me.
I'd like to.
For days on end, if you'd be reasonable.
You know, the biggest man in town needs a woman.
Somebody who knows how to dress,
entertain and to make friends.
You'd have the biggest house,
all the clothes you want,
everything you want.
Keep away. Don't touch me.
I said, don't touch me!
I can wait.
Sit down.
[TICKING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
A guard's posted.
Our man's in there.
Proud of them, aren't you?
Sure.
They're like a disease with you.
Something that eats from inside.
Where's Farrell?
All right, my boys will get him.
He's gotta come back here.
Can't do anything else.
[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
I don't like it out there. Why doesn't something happen?
Farrell wouldn't let her come in here alone.
He was with her or followed.
She came by the hill road, that's where Harris was.
Why don't somebody do something--?
Pour yourself some backbone and shut up.
But you know he's right.
Where is Steve Farrell?
You tell me.
[SCOFFS]
What we got in this safe would get us out of the country
and set us up somewhere else.
We're set up here.
Not me, I'm getting out. I've had enough.
So have I.
Farrell...
Farrell's in town.
[THUMP]
Well, you've heard from Harris.
We gotta get out of here.
Quit yelping.
Get in here.
Bar the door.
Give Miller a hand.
Drag that out of here.
Get the rest of the boys together. Comb this town.
I want Farrell!
BETH: You want Steve Farrell?
[GIGGLES]
He's here, and he wants you.
Think that'll keep him out?
There's another pair of .45's out there now,
and a better man.
Shut up!
Psst.
Hey, Miller.
Farrell's in town.
[¶¶¶]
Come on.
Hey, where's Evans?
Let's get out of here.
[SCREAMS]
Farrell.
I'm all right.
I'll get that one.
Watch the back door of the sheriff's office.
Brett may run.
[SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]
Quiet, isn't it?
Where are your men?
Not a sound.
What's happening?
[GLASS SHATTERING]
Evans, Ray, Billings.
Steve, look out!
[GUNSHOTS]
BRETT: Miller.
You'll never make it.
FARRELL: Let her go, Brett!
You haven't got a chance!
[WHOOPS]
[CLICKING]
Steve. Steve.
All right? Mm.
Keep her here.
No, listen to me. That's Farrell!
Yes, but Brett's the man you want, not Steve.
Brett's the leader of the .45's.
Brett? Woman speak truth.
Well, don't just stand there. Somebody do something.
Help him. No.
Him chief.
Him no want help.
Big chief always take own scalp.
We stay here.
No.
[¶¶¶]
I'm unarmed.
I told you, never let me catch you when you were.
[GRUNTING]
[GUNSHOTS]
I died a hundred times while you were in there.
I nearly did,
once.
[¶¶¶]