Now, here are the chains.
Put them on and don't make the same mistake the others made.
Don't fight.
¶ ¶
Get him up on it.
Culp,
you don't even know him!
You never seen him before.
Get him up.
Paladin, get off your knees.
Don't give them that much.
They know me.
And they've seen me.
And they can't forgive me
for throwing their spit right back at them.
Culp!
Well, now we done it.
You're gonna leave that gunfighter laying
on the street out there like that?
He's had enough.
He ain't gonna do anything.
What's the matter with you?
Nobody said anything
about shooting him down like that.
All right, well, maybe if he'd crawled, he wouldn't...
Does it make that much difference to you?
To me, it stinks.
What's the matter with you, kid?
We never even seen him before.
What do you mean to do about it, Roy?
Not what you got in mind, Culp.
I'm just as game as you are, maybe even more.
But it made me sick like that.
His hands tied.
Oh, now you go home and get the story straight.
The prisoner tried to escape from the bounty hunter,
and we was forced to kill him, trying to get him back.
Now, that's what we'll tell. Yeah, yeah, well, what about the old man?
Now, what about him? The old man will go along.
What about you?
This place is dead.
I'm going over to Harden's.
I'll go with you.
I'd...
I'd just soon go alone.
Oh.
That's your privilege.
There's times, Ben.
I said it was your privilege.
Why not?
Come on.
Come on, Ben.
You should go out the front door.
It ain't gonna hurt for you to see him.
¶ ¶
I'm sorry.
I couldn't do nothing.
Now, you take five bodies back,
they ain't paying you a nickel more.
You weren't no match for Culp
the last time you went against him
with two good hands.
Now, come on.
Mr. Culp should've killed me the first time.
Mr. Paladin!
Leave Roy alone.
He's sorry.
You get yourself another man.
I smell death on him.
I'll put Joe Culp on you!
You do that.
You tell Joe Culp.
I'm sorry you didn't get to see San Francisco.
Nor nothing else.
Nor done nothing.
Nor had nothing.
I'll die in this jerkwater.
And all I know is strangers.
Roy wants to marry me, mister.
Don't you take him away from me!
That arm's bad, huh?
I didn't want to do that.
But that sheepherder peeler got under my skin.
A man died
because you needed somebody to hate.
You know, the funny thing is,
I'm sorry I pulled the trigger.
I give you the same chance I gave him.
Live and stand trial.
I give you that chance.
Even though you are a pig!
And a half-breed Apache squaw in your tribe eats with pigs!
Left-handed?
You took a chance!
No.
These things are my profession.
He was a fool.
It's done now, ain't it?
Where are the others?
Now, you listen to me!
What are you going to do?
Where's Roy?
Mr. Remy, I can't tell you.
Not till I know whose side you're on.
I made you a promise, Kincaid.
¶ ¶
He's as good as the man who killed him now,
maybe even better.
No more pain.
No more nothing.
Hell hath its pain, too.
Everlasting fire,
sins to rue.
Mister? Hmm?
You were bringing that man to trial.
He was guilty, wasn't he?
I don't know.
They'd hang him for burning those cowpunchers.
Yes, if he was guilty.
Then he got what was coming.
You... had your blood.
You killed Joe Culp.
Just... let it go.
No.
No, they killed him because they were bored.
Or they didn't like the way he spit
or the way I looked at them.
So, he died.
Well, the men who killed him will die for a better reason.
You mean justice? That's right!
Not justice, revenge!
You're no better than they are!
You're gonna take that train?
You and him?
Remy, you're real hometown, aren't you?
Real Jody Town.
I'm cow country, if that's what you mean.
All my life.
Just the same, I still say he was a good man.
Who? Culp?!
That's right.
I've known him since he was 15 years old.
He was a good man in his time and in his place.
You mean he was good to his mother.
He didn't beat the dog.
Mister, in a hard land and hard times,
he did ride the river by.
Now, don't you take that away from him.
Speak good of the dead.
Didn't you ever hear that?
Murder most foul is in the best it is.
But this most foul,
strange and unusual-
Remy, I don't forgive him.
And the others?
He pulled the trigger, that's the only difference.
No, I say they watched.
You know better than that.
I say they watched.
I say they never would've hung him.
You want me to stop? Yes.
They wouldn't have hung him?
He died by mistake?
That's right. And for nothing?
That's right.
Well, we'll let it be the same with them:
by mistake and for nothing.
I can't do anything about them.
Remy, there's something evil loose in this town.
I'll give them their choice.
They put these on...
or they die.
They haven't started the shooting by now.
Why aren't they here?
Maybe they're drunk.
Maybe they just don't want any more of it!
Paladin.
You want help?
No! They could kill you.
They're three good men, especially the boy.
I know.
You told me.
Paladin.
I'll go with you.
I owe the county ten dollars worth.
Telegram come for you.
Stick it in my shirt.
Are you going after Jory and Ben Selm, sir?
That's right.
Over at the Harding place?
That's right.
They ain't there.
Where?
At the station.
How long?
About ten minutes.
Well, Osser, what is it?
You love me more than you love them?
You love Remy more than you love them?
Or is it just your... great love of justice?
I...
I just wanted to tell Remy.
I guess he loves me, Paladin.
You go on in the bar and stay there, Sam.
Keep Joe Culp company.
Go on. Go on.
This a trap?
No, he's troubled.
His conscience is a-hurtin' him.
Joe Culp is dead, and he's the one
who told him who Kincaid was.
He's just currying favor.
Ever notice how some people
just can't wait to get down on their knees?
I don't want you to use that shotgun.
Unless you have to.
Remy...
those are your friends out there.
You come with that rifle,
you may have to pull the trigger.
Like you said,
we got to set it right.
For sure, I'll hate to shoot, Paladin,
so it's sure I'll be doing it for justice alone.
Hmm?
What about you, Paladin?
Will you still be mad when you squeeze the trigger?
That would be... revenge,
wouldn't it?
Now, that's close enough.
Where's your brother, Ben?
He's about.
Is he up at Harding's?
No.
Now, you tell your friend to come on out here
where I can see him real clear.
Now, you know you can't see him, Ben.
You know that.
He's got his gun aimed right at your belly.
Now, you be a good boy.
Come on out, Jory.
Jory!
Paladin?
You've got a bad gun hand.
You'd better be awful close.
That's the truth, mister.
I feel like a pigeon.
Purely a pigeon.
Stand still, Remy!
You move, you'll cut the cord.
All we want to do is live.
Now, you can drop those guns and put them on!
You come over here and put them on me, mister.
All we want to do is live.
You want your brother to live, too, Jory?
You spell it out for me, gunfighter.
I mean I'll take him.
One way or another, in court or out,
I'll make him pay.
I want you.
I want you both!
Not as bad as I wanted Culp, but I want you.
Don't you make the same mistake he made.
What did he do, turn his back on you?
What about it, Jory?
A fair trial.
Is that it?
In a pig's eye!
Jory?
Jory, you all right?
Talk to me.
Jory.
Now, you lie still, you hear?
Jory?
He's dead.
Now, you want to put those chains on?
For nothing.
For a nothing sheepherder.
And a pig.
Put them on.
A pig like you!
For nothing.
Nothing.
I'll be all right.
Was you?
Was I what?
Was you mad when you squeezed the trigger?
Remy, I don't know whether I can lift you or not.
Did you mean what you said to Ben?
Or do you still want the boy?
I still want him.
I stop now, what's all this been for?
Come on.
You didn't find the boy?
Not yet.
Train's due in half an hour.
Go on, now.
You're done here.
Look at her.
All full of fire.
She set her cap for Roy when they was eight.
Now Roy is eating his heart out,
'cause he ain't like this.
But Dot's a woman,
scared of losing her man.
He killed three men.
He's worse than they are!
No.
I had a reason.
They were just playing.
Now, where is he?
No! Get...!
I'm right here.
Now, look, Paladin.
I'm sick to death what we done last night.
But you ain't gonna put those leg chains on me.
You want to take my life away?
Then you go ahead and try.
I don't want your life.
I don't want revenge.
You turn yourself in to Remy, and I'm done with it.
Mister, please.
Don't you beg him.
Don't you give him that much.
I'm asking you now, Roy, as a lawman.
Ain't you had about enough?
Ain't you, Remy?
You say you're sick about what happened last night?
That's right.
How sick, Roy?
"Kincaid bounty canceled."
They found another man in Wyoming
and hung him there last night.
"Sorry.
"H.H. Curtis.
Sheriff. Bennett, Wyoming."
And I believe it.
He would have killed you.
I believe so.
¶ "Have gun will travel," reads the card of a man ¶
¶ A knight without armor in a savage land ¶
¶ His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind ¶
¶ A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin ¶
¶ Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam? ¶
¶ Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home. ¶