( Grunts )
( Grunting throughout fight )
( Horse snorting )
Man: Welcome to harmony, stranger.
( Saloon piano playing in background )
Harmony?
Never heard of it.
Not many people have, senor.
It's sort of...
Exclusive.
So am I.
Where is this town?
You'll find out, senor, it's not wise to ask
too many questions here.
Hey, hombre...
you look like a man who could use a drink.
Why you not try the saloon?
( People talking and piano playing )
( Conversations and music stop )
On the house.
Regulars get the first one on the house.
I'm not regular.
I'm Cathy.
It's a nice name.
( Quit fires )
Man: Come and join me, sheriff.
Whiskey.
You know me.
You shouldn't have done that.
A man needs all the friends he can find.
I don't know you.
I know you.
I know all about you... that's why you're here.
Where?
Here.
Cathy, bring us some more whiskey.
He's good.
Sensitive, but one of the best.
He's mean.
You got plenty of those.
I could use some more.
Like yourself, for instance.
I'm not for hire.
You turned in your badge.
And my gun.
What were your reasons?
My reasons.
You've already taken a job.
Who with?
With whom?
Look, I'm offering you a job.
Harmony's a good town.
Runs smooth and peaceful.
Now, let's be friendly.
Red two...
On the black three.
Think it over.
I already have.
Have you?
I'm moving on.
When you change your mind, I'll be here.
( Coin drops onto bar )
( Horses snorting )
How much?
Sold.
The bay.
Yeah.
How much?
5,000 dollars.
The rest.
They're expensive.
( Mumbles ): How's business?
Well, stranger, fancy living in harmony?
Not my kind of town.
It's a good town.
Enjoy it.
Why? What's wrong with our town, mister?
Maybe I don't like the way it's run.
Oh, you just do as the judge says...
he'll look after you.
I look after myself.
It's a good town.
Keep it.
So, you don't like our town, huh?
You insult us!
Are we going to let him do this?
He's insulted our town.
( Crowd yelling angrily )
( Quit fires )
All right, folks.
We'll take care of him... now, git.
( Crowd yelling angrily and jeering )
Changed your mind yet?
Charge?
Protective custody.
Lock him up.
And bring Johnson out here.
We mustn't disappoint the crowd.
( Crowd continues yelling )
Man: There he is.
( Hysterically ): Stop it! Stop it!
You can't hang my brother.
He's done nothing wrong.
( Wailing ): You promised!
Let go of me, let go!
( Crowd continues yelling )
( Screams )
( Door ape-hf )
( Saloon piano playing in background )
I brought you a drink, kid.
You know, I've always liked you, kid.
Hey, kid...
how about pouring me one?
( Piano continues playing )
Oh, not now, kid.
I've got to get back to the saloon.
I'll drop by later.
( Door closes )
( Keys rattling )
( Breathing heavily )
( People murmuring )
There's only one way out.
That's due north.
( Clicks tongue at horse )
Hyah!
Man: Hyah!
( Man barks at horse )
( People laughing in distance )
Let justice be done.
Order, order.
Court in session.
What's the charge?
Against you? None.
You were only held in protective custody.
You're free to go.
The people of harmony against Catherine Johnson.
( People murmuring )
The accused, step forward.
You're accused of aiding a prisoner to escape.
How do you plead?
But, judge, you just said he weren't a criminal.
He was being held in protective custody.
She didn't know that.
How do you plead?
Have you reached a verdict?
We have, your honor.
Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?
Foreman: Guilty.
I will pass sentence later.
Take her away.
( People murmuring )
When you work for me, I'll let her go.
You're a bad judge.
We'll see.
Give me a whiskey.
Judge: Hold it.
I've been looking for you, kid.
Decided to give you your old job back.
Go and take care of the jail.
Prisoner: You'll need two of these
to take care of a woman.
There's always another time, kid.
The kid's real fond of Cathy.
But he does tend to get... Over-affectionate.
If anything happens, it'll be paid for.
Nothing could happen
if you were sheriff.
Let her go.
Let her out, kid.
I said, let her out.
Don't give me any problems.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
She's safe now...
safe for as long as you work for me.
But enough of that.
We don't want to start off on the wrong foot.
You're going to like this job.
It's most rewarding.
No, sheriff, you won't regret joining my outfit.
No, you may.
You're just sore for the moment.
Here, put this on, you'll feel better.
Nothing but the best.
I agree to wear the badge, but not the gun.
It's a start.
But you'll find this a rough town without a gun.
Morning, sheriff... I'm Zeke.
I don't carry a gun either.
But then, I don't need one.
Zeke: No, he's mine.
The boys are just teaching him it's not safe
to walk around without guns.
Are you hurt?
Nothing a bit of water won't take care of.
I'm sorry... I'm blushing.
I didn't think I could blush anymore.
That's all right.
Get out or they'll kill you.
Last time I got out... They dragged me back
and... I can't refuse that kind of hospitality.
Can I?
You saw what they did to my brother.
That's one of the reasons I'm staying.
He was a stubborn man, too.
I'll be in the saloon tonight.
Regulars get the first one...
On the house.
( Lively piano music, yelling and laughing )
( All exclaim )
Come on, bartender, let's have some whiskey!
Drink up, they're on me!
Come on, Cathy, you're going to have a drink on me.
Cathy: Well, okay, will.
Don't let your wife catch you.
( Others laughing )
Ow!
( Room goes silent )
Now, just a minute.
( Draws deep sigh )
Will drew first, sheriff.
You're the sheriff, it's up to you.
Man: Yeah, you're the sheriff, time you did something!
Man 2: Get some guns on!
Others: Yeah, get some guns.
Man: You're wearing the star, you know, sheriff, come on!
( Door shuts, man in boots approaches )
Man: Some of us have been talking, sheriff.
Yeah.
You're the only man who stood up to the judge
so we're with you.
Yeah.
We'll help you clean up the town.
You're... going to help me clean up your town.
We can't do it by ourselves.
And, sheriff... neither can you.
Get yourself some coffee.
Whiskey.
Judge: That one's on me.
Come over, Jim.
Jim, you disappoint me...
your choice of friends.
Jim, old friends are the best friends.
What were you talking to the sheriff about?
Well, if you don't tell me
I'm sure you'll tell the boys.
( Door opens, then slams shut )
( Saloon piano playing in background )
And still, he doesn't wear guns.
We're leaving tonight.
But I told you, the pass is guarded.
You'll never make it with me.
Be on the edge of town...
After the saloon closes.
I'll be there.
The kid wouldn't be too happy if he saw them
with their heads together like that.
I think someone should tell him.
( Horse whinnies )
Get out of my way.
You're crazy... now, get out of my way!
( Cries out )
( Gasping and choking )
You beat him, and he was the fastest I've ever seen.
Fastest you ever will see... I just quit.
You aren't quitting while I've got Cathy.
Just get it clear: You work for me
guns and all.
You haven't got Cathy any longer.
She's dead.
But he was only supposed to...
Rough her up a little bit.
Hold it!
You work for me whether you like it or not.
Nobody walks out on me.
I'm not letting you join some other outfit.
I'll kill you first.
You've got five seconds
to make up your mind.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
( Gunshot )
( Another gunshot )
( Marching band playing in background )
( Music fading in and out )
Interesting that he can separate fact from fantasy so quickly.
I told you he was different.
I knew it wouldn't work!
Fill him with hallucinatory drugs
put him in a dangerous environment
talk to him through microphones!
It's always worked
and it would've worked this time if...
But it didn't, did it?
Give him love, take it away!
Isolate him, make him kill
then face him with death, he'll crack.
Break him, even in his mind, and the rest will be easy.
I should never have listened to you!
It would have worked if you had kept your head
and not created the crisis too soon.
How could I control it? Tell me that!
You said yourself we would get involved
and do what we would in the real situation.
Well, then don't blame my methods
just your own damned lack of self-control.
It's all right for you, ' I have to answer for this failure.
( ﬂying )
( Door ape-hf )
( Door shuts )
It seems I'm not the only one
who got involved.
( Saloon piano playing in background )
Oh!
What are you doing here, number eight?
The game's over, number eight.
Cathy...
( Gasps )
Screaming y
( number eight shrieking )
I wish it had been real.
Get away from me, judge, get away.
Don't hit me no more... Don't hit me...
No more... no... no more!
( Number eight screaming )
( Thud )
( Loud slam echoes )