Svenska, there are many different ways
of doing for a wife...
and the least of them is money.
Maggie, how about a kiss?
Whoa, man!
Hi.
Traveling through?
I'm overdue in Santa Fe.
It's Saturday night-
I figure they're entitled to a little romp once a week.
Well, that's very decent of you, Marshal, um...?
Brock.
Paladin.
You're on the wrong road.
You have to take a right turn at the river for Santa Fe.
Hmm.
What's the matter, Mr. Dude?
Don't you like our liquor?
Well, it doesn't seem to like me very much.
They call me "Stub," 'cause I'm stubborn.
You too good to have a drink with a stubborn cowboy?
'Cause if you are...
Now, wait a minute, it's not you,
it's just what you're drinking.
What's the matter with what I'm drinking?
Smell it.
What's that smell like to you?
Smells a little like... horse.
Well, that's what it is.
That is it- that is Old Horse Blankets!
Well, I don't care; I like horses.
Do you know how that's made?
From horse blankets.
Boil some mash in a bucket,
catch the steam in an old worn-out horse blanket,
squeeze that back into another bucket.
Pure alcohol.
Then to embellish it, you add
two or three plugs of chewing tobacco that'll make you sick,
a little arsenic for a kick,
then you add sage, and you boil that till it smokes,
you strain the whole mess into a barrel,
and that is it- Old Horse Blankets!
You got something against horses?
Marshal, is there a place to eat in this town?
Uh, yeah, over that, uh, table there.
Maggie'll fix you up.
Excuse me.
"A full stomach maketh a happy heart."
Hey.
Marry with me, Maggie, huh?
Ah. Querida mi...
I will make you a queen in the hills.
Now, Ramon, I like you,
and I've got nothing against sheep, you understand?
But it'd take a multitude of the little beasties
to make a queen of me.
Steak and potatoes?
Hey, look at that- $2,000!
I sold a flock today, huh?
You want to count it? Now, Ramon,
put that away before you get in trouble. Go on.
No, no, no. Steak and potatoes will be fine.
I like trouble.
I count it for you.
Better put that money away, sheep man,
before something happens.
Who ask you, anyways?
Hey... Some coffee?
maybe you are one of the bravos
who kill sheep in the night, huh?
I just don't want Maggie blamed
if you get yourself picked clean as a straw.
Black coffee? So...
Hush, now, Svenska!
The farmer has eyes for my querida.
I don't think she yours yet, mister,
no matter how much family or how much sheep you got.
I will pluck out your sheep's eyes, hombre!
What's the matter, don't you like our company?
Out of my way, sheep killer!
I get you... after him.
Ramon... This is not my fight.
Not my fight.
Be awake, boys,
and sing your praises to the grand mornin'.
All right, Maggie,
you can feed them now.
I'll levy their fines as soon as they sober up enough
to know what I'm talking about.
Yes, Marshal Brock.
"Marshal Brock"? Mm-hmm.
Well, you were supposed to call me Jim, remember?
All right, Jim.
Good, that's better.
Top of the morning, boys.
It's a new day, and I hope you can turn over a new leaf.
Save the sermon, lady.
Don't hold back, Svenska.
You were bold as a terrier last night.
Now, come and take your medicine.
Now, what did the marshal say about our fines?
What's your name?
Paladin.
Ma'am.
You've got sweet manners of a gentlemen,
but what are you doing here?
Well, last night the marshal
swept up the innocent along with the guilty.
But I'm just about ready to leave here.
You pay as you leave.
Hmm?
The way you lives.
Bribes, fines, fund.
Oh?
There's nothing to mock him about.
When I come to this town with naught but a broken heart
and an empty purse and want nothing but an honest job,
Marshal Brock was the only man decent enough to let me work.
Sure, darlin', and who could blame him?
And him looking at such a bright charmer as yourself.
I listened once to a sweet, deceiving tongue,
but never again.
Nevermore again.
Maggie, I'm sorry for being such a dumbhead.
I swear, it'll never happen again.
Now, Svenska, why not tell the truth
and shame the devil?!
As soon as you pay your fine,
you'll have to hire yourself out again.
And as soon as payday comes around,
you'll be so filthy and-and whipped
and lonely
that all you can think of is to get beastly drunk
and forget the whole mess!
Ramon?
Rich man Ramon!
It's time for some poor coffee and a beggar's breakfast!
Let the stinkin' sheep man sleep it off.
I'm losin' my good opinion of ya!
Maggie? Huh?
Could you come in a minute? Okay.
All right, Marshal.
Ramon should have some coffee.
Please, Mr. Paladin,
she don't mean nothing to you.
No.
Ramon.
Ramon?
What's the trouble?
He's dead.
What do you mean, dead?
I mean, murder in the night most foul.
His neck's broken.
But who can hit that hard?
Just like he was clubbed.
Yeah.
Like you'd club a sheep.
You seem to know a lot about it, mister.
Maybe you did it.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry, sir,
but I can't oblige you this time.
Marshal?
Marshal Brock!
All right, what's bothering you?
Ramon.
You'd better take a look.
All right...
which one of you do I hang?
Are you just gonna say, "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe,"
or you want to try beating us separately,
hope one of us'll give you a straight story?
There's something you have to understand, mister.
Ramon Bogara has a big, proud family behind him.
They ain't like other folks.
They don't sit and smile when one of their kin is abused.
Poor Ramon, I've brought him nothing but cold, bad luck.
Cover him up.
Maggie, go and sit in the office.
I don't want the town to know about this yet.
Yes, Jim.
Well, how did it happen?
You had a grudge against him, didn't you?
I didn't even know him.
I think you boys better talk it over.
Now, wait a minute.
It's a murder in your jail, Marshal.
Your job is to make an arrest, not hold an election.
But we are under arrest?
I've got an idea who did it, Marshal. Who?
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe- it's got to be him.
Yeah, it could be him.
Well, now, I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Now, let's just look at some facts, Svenska.
You're strong enough to break a man's neck.
Sure.
And you'd kill for her, wouldn't you?
I could.
I-I guess maybe this fella Paladin done it, all right.
Any other eyewitnesses?
Well, you had as much reason to do it as anybody.
They know you've been killing their sheep.
Well, sure, I killed plenty of the Bogara sheep, but...
I-I don't do murder.
And I'm just an ordinary thief.
So that leaves you.
Why? I'm the only one in here who wished that boy no harm!
Well, mister...
Money gun don't need a reason.
Well, I've never killed for money,
but I've damaged a few sneak thieves for free.
A hired killer's got no room for calling anybody names.
I found this stingy gun hidden in his belt, Marshal.
Maybe now you can tell the Bogaras how noble you are.
I'll tell anybody the truth that wants it.
I didn't kill that boy,
and you know it.
Well, they'll be along pretty soon.
We'll see about it then.
Now, Marshal, Marshal, uh,
now, listen...
uh, I-I got to get out of here.
Them people got dogs and knives,
and they creep around like snakes in tall grass.
You sure it's just sheep you've got on your conscience?
I never touched that boy, but them Bogaras won't listen.
Take it easy, Stub- nobody's going nowhere.
Well, you-you've got your man- what do you want with me?
Don't be a fool, Stub.
You don't know them Bogaras.
Here. Here, Marshal.
Here's my fine, huh?
Now, just... just let me get out of here
before them... sheepherders take this jail apart
and... me with it.
You'd better get back in, Stub.
Do what he says.
You don't know what them Bogaras can do
with those sharp machetes.
Get back in the cell, Stub.
You haven't got a chance out there, Stub.
I can't wait, dude.
Thanks, Marshal.
He knew we had the goods on him.
That's why he made a break for it.
That's true.
He's been following the Bogaras for a long time.
He had plenty of reason to finish off Ramon.
Stub was no killer, whatever he was.
Maggie, you'd better go back in the office.
Now, are you gonna be ornery about it?
It could've been you, you know.
You looking for the real killer, Marshal,
or an easy way out?
I don't much care.
Them Bogarases are always crying about justice,
and I'm gonna see that they get it.
That kind of justice has a way of bouncing back.
You know, you talk crazy for a man in your position.
You know, last night just before the lights went out,
I seem to remember that Ramon was counting
a big stack of bills.
Sure. He said he sold a flock of sheep.
So what?
So...
So, you went through my pockets last night,
and you went through his, too!
That ain't true, mister- I didn't take no money!
Hey, hey, Marshal...
Keep talking, mister, keep talking.
The Bogaras would like to have a live body.
N-Now, be reasonable, mister.
If we give them Stub, that's all there is to it.
Th-They can cut him up all day, and he won't feel it.
Ramon had $2,000.
Where is it?
That's pretty fair wages for a hired gun.
You gonna be a bunch quitter?
Get out here.
I prefer the cell, Marshall- it's safer.
Have it your own way.
Marshal, you may be able to explain killing Stub,
but you won't be able to explain killing me.
Svenska will talk.
You kill Svenska, and you'll have to stop Maggie.
Oh, I'm not worrying about Maggie.
All right, Marshal,
come on in.
I'll bring them Bogaras here,
and then I give them you or Stub-
you make up your own mind.
Well, you don't leave a man much of a choice.
I didn't think you'd be a fool clear through.
Leave the bodies like they are.
And let Ramon's father see what happened.
All right, who took the money?
Stub must've took it, Mr. Paladin.
Well, I'm gonna have a look.
Get up there.
All right, Svenska?
By golly, I like you!
You go ahead and look.
Thank you.
Mine. $300.
That what I'm gonna get married on.
Well, $300 ought to give you a pretty good start.
No. That nothing compared to what Ramon could do for her.
Well, there are lots of ways of doing for a wife,
and money's the least of them.
Now, Svenska, you haven't got the money...
he hasn't got it,
and I haven't got it.
You got any ideas?
No.
Maggie!
Now, you never mind Maggie.
She had nothing to do with it.
Maggie,
the money you saw Ramon counting last night,
the $2,000, it's missing.
Svenska doesn't have it, I don't have it,
and he doesn't have it.
But where could it go?
Will you look in Stub's pockets for us?
Oh, I don't know.
Marshal Brock wouldn't like that.
Why, Maggie?
Why wouldn't Marshal Brock like it?
Because he knows that money's in his own pockets?
Oh, you're wrong.
He's a decent man.
He's not a decent man, Maggie.
He murdered Ramon for that money,
and he killed Stub to cover his guilt.
Oh, no. No.
I don't believe it.
Then where's the money?
Look in Stub's pockets.
...then the sheep-killing cowpuncher
tried to make a break for it.
Escapar... tell him.
I had to shoot him.
Muerte el vaquero.
Si, lo conozco.
¿Donde está mi hijo?
Pepe, espera allí.
Lo siento mucho.
Gracias.
Jim.
Later, Maggie.
It won't wait.
Where's the money, Brock?
The money you stole off Ramon.
You looking for trouble, Swede?
Jim... Marshal Brock...
What is this all about?
Find the money, you find the killer.
¿El vaquero?
¿El? No.
This is a hired killer- asesinato.
If the cowboy didn't do it, he did.
Where's the money, Brock?
Well, maybe Swede has it.
He hated Ramon.
Now, look, I'm the marshal here.
These are just drifters, sheep killers.
He's a hired gun.
Ask him to let you see what's in his pockets.
Busque en los bolsillos.
Juanito...
I had faith in you.
What did you expect?
To have a job like this,
herding drunks and oxen like Swede.
And for nothing.
I'm entitled to the money.
Hey! Hey!
Pepe, suelta los perros.
Now, wait a minute!
Let the law take care of it!
Si, señor, la ley nuestra.
This is not a trial!
¡Alto, por favor!
¡Esperen!
¿Para que? Para Ramon no hay mas mañanas.
You're crazy, mister!
Those dogs'll tear you to pieces!
El que anda al reves anda al camino dos veces.
What's that he say?
"He who takes the wrong road...
makes the journey twice."
¶ "Have gun, will travel," reads the card of a man ¶
¶ A knight without armor in a savage land ¶
¶ His fast gun for hire needs the calling wind ¶
¶ A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin ¶
¶ Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam? ¶
¶ Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home. ¶