Figaro?
Figaro Panziera.
Oh, I'm a-glad,
I'm a-glad the Paladin is here.
Crazy San Francisco.
Running up and down a hill.
Come on in, tell me the news.
Ah...
You married yet?
Oh...
What a-woman will have me?
I'm a-willing.
But I must've waited too long.
But I got a-trouble even worse than a lonely house.
Come.
Uh, taste-a this.
Cabernet Sauvignon.
Your own from the south slope.
Full-bodied, beautifully balanced.
But there's a... an alien taste.
Ah, you got it.
What is it?
I know that it's there.
Now you know what's there.
What is this calamity which has befallen my wine?
Well, that could be any one of a number of things.
Oh, I don't mind-a being alone.
I can get along without-a sons for my vineyard,
but I can't put up with reproachable wine.
Will you come up to Sonoma and help?
Of course I'll come.
Ah!
"Sum 'un a gun."
My life is-a saved!
Come, I want to buy the best chapino in this-a city.
You're on, Figaro.
And afterwards, a game of boccie ball?
Ah!
And then to the opera! Ha! Ah!
For, there, The Marriage of Figaro.
¶ Figaro li, Figaro gił ¶
¶ Figaro, Figaro, Figaro! ¶
¶ Figaro! ¶
May I be of assistance? Listen, mister,
just stick your fundament back on the saddle
and leave me alone, will you?
I'd like to help you.
Mister, the man I'm burying was a good man,
a-and he was good to me,
so I mean to see his grave well done.
Now go away, will you?
There's no work harder than digging an excellent grave,
and I'd like to help you.
What's your game?
Who are you?
A hired gun, huh?
Well, why not.
If you can't get justice one way, get it another.
Justice isn't bought by a gun...
or with a woman.
It's bought with the same kind of hard labor
it takes to dig an excellent grave.
And I'd like to help you.
I didn't ask you to do this! I know.
But you don't have anybody to help you.
Now, why not?
They killed him.
They're not likely to help me dig his grave.
Who's "they"?
"Who's they?"
Oh, Leander Johnson...
and all them fine folk at Johnsonville.
Well, I got nothing left to do for him.
I thank you.
I'll see you back to Johnsonville.
I guess you don't understand.
I've been thrown out of Johnsonville.
They kill Terrence and then they throw me out.
What do you think of that?
Well, I must confess, there's something about that
that doesn't sound quite fair to me.
I like you.
Will you kill the man that killed him?
But I'll help you see justice done.
Justice.
You don't know Johnsonville.
I've known many Johnsonvilles.
You willing to go back?
Yeah.
Yeah, I am, if it means getting even with Leander Johnson.
All right.
What's the matter?
Is something wrong with me?
No.
You need only walk in your own light.
Hello, Kate.
Glad to see you back.
Where was ya, Hex, when I left?
I was watching the funeral procession,
just laughing like a well digger in a swamp.
Well, it wasn't so funny to me.
Friends, Kate?
No. I guess not.
I guess they're just overgrown sheep.
Where'd you pick up the dude, Kate?
That's none of your business, Hex.
Well, go on!
Get on back to your bog hole
and laugh yourself silly.
Gentlemen, Kate's just come from burying a man.
I suggest that perhaps your badinage
might be a little more appropriate another time.
Now, who told you that was a man she buried, dude?
I did, Hex.
Well, let me show you how wrong you was, honey.
Let me go!
Let go of me! Sir?
Just unbuckle the gun, mister.
We're gonna find out what just kind of a...
...crazy man...!
I'm sorry.
Y-You didn't know what you was getting into, mister.
Look, we can just beat it.
You and me.
Welcome back to Johnsonville, Kate.
Come on.
Two rooms, please.
Sorry, sir.
No vacancy today.
Oh, come on, Mr. Paladin.
Two rooms.
Ye... Yes, sir.
We'll have lunch here in the hotel.
No!
Uh, yes.
But... well...
we're... Respectable.
Bully. Bully for you.
Go ahead, Kate.
Take the lady's bag.
Hmph.
Hm.
Who is Leander Johnson?
A most upstanding young man.
Mm-hmm.
Well, does this most upstanding young man
habitually go about shooting people?
You're talking about that Terrence O'Hara
Mm-hmm. who got hisself the other day,
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. mysterious-like.
Huh.
And the coroner testified
that, uh, Terrence O'Hara died accidentally,
and the marshal accepted that without even questioning it.
Is that right?
Marshal did only thing made any sense.
Just her word against Johnson.
That ain't no good in Johnsonville.
And what do you think?
I don't think.
Mm-hmm.
Now, where is your kitchen?
It's closed.
Friend, I am going into your kitchen.
I am going to prepare luncheon for myself
and that young lady.
I'm going to give you certain specific instructions
as to how that table should be laid out,
and, oh, friend, it had better be done right.
Now, where is your kitchen?
Thank you.
Well, now.
"She was a form of life and light,
"That seen, became a part of sight;
"And rose where'er I turn'd my eye,
The morning-star of memory."
That's lovely.
Now, then...
I don't think this is all too unattractive, do you?
Oh, it's beautiful.
Sit... Sit there.
It's beautiful, and here is a Niersteiner of reasonable vintage.
And...
voilą!
Chanterelle ą la Kathy.
Oh, what a smell.
Kathy, you're already beginning to walk in your own light.
No one who responds so ardently
to the aroma of mushrooms can be all bad.
Do you want to tell me about your, uh... Mr. O'Hara?
Oh, he was just a man.
He was gonna be my husband.
Kathy, in all this world,
there is no such thing as "just a man."
Well, he was a drifter.
He was an Irish hop-picker
on the move.
But he liked me, see?
So, after he stopped in town for a while,
he said, "Kathy," he said,
"would you like to share my precious nothin'?"
And the idea of sharing
Mr. O'Hara's precious nothing appealed to you?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, he wasn't much to look at,
but he seemed to know how to go about
finding the fun in livin'.
Till Leander Johnson shot the livin' right out of him.
Excuse me a minute, huh?
Oh! I missed him!
You came back, Kate!
Only long enough to get revenge.
This would be Leander Johnson?
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Kate's.
Hmph!
It didn't take you very long to find another one.
Leander!
What are you doing back here?
I've no doubt you want to get rid of me, Mrs. Johnson,
but I don't see why I should oblige you.
But what about him?
Have you asked your dear boy
his opinion on the subject?
We'll let the marshal handle it.
I can handle it myself, Mother.
Listen, Kate...
I mean to kill you, Leander.
Is that what you brought him here for, to kill me?
Well, now as he's met you, I'll ask him again, Leander.
Why did Leander shoot Mr. O'Hara?
Oh, what does it matter?
Well, I feel a certain responsibility now that
you've started shooting people.
I brought you back here, remember?
Now, Terry was in my place when Leander came in.
Terry was the first man that ever cared more for me
than he did for himself,
and Leander found out about it and...
came in and shot him.
The marshal didn't do anything about it?
Oh, the marshal lives on the right side of the tracks
and grafts off the wrong side.
Well, Kate, let's go see the marshal.
Come on.
Come on, Kate.
Come on.
Excuse us.
Oh.
Howdy. Something I can do for you?
Well, Marshal, we're friends of Terrence O'Hara.
Don't recall anybody belonging to Johnsonville by that name.
Oh?
Being murdered in this community
doesn't entitle one to membership.
Murder's a big word, mister.
I can't be chasing around after every tramp
that hits town one day and booms out the next.
He was no tramp!
We take care of our own, of course,
but, uh, the rest better look after themselves.
Come on, let's go.
Well, then, Marshal, you won't object
if Kathy takes you at your word.
What does that mean?
Well, Terrence O'Hara was deprived of something
which, under the law, he's entitled to-
namely, his life.
Now, Kathy comes here asking for redress,
and you tell her to take care of herself.
All I'm saying to you is,
if you do not administer the law properly yourself,
you mustn't complain or take exception
if somebody else does it for you.
Well, w-what can I do?
Well, for one thing, you can arrest Leander Johnson
for the murder of Terrence O'Hara.
But nobody saw what happened except her.
Somebody must've seen him enter the place or leave it
or heard him threaten O'Hara.
Find out what the facts are, dig out the evidence,
that's what you get paid for.
And who do I get paid by?
Hm.
Kathy.
You stay here and don't try anything else on your own.
He's not much,
but he'll keep you out of trouble till I get back.
Where's Mrs. Johnson live?
Big house in the middle of the street.
Thank you.
Hey!
You heard what he said!
Mrs. Johnson?
I've come to see your son.
Please wait.
He'll have something to say to you.
Mrs. Johnson, why did your son kill Terrence O'Hara?
My son killed no one.
But if he ever does, it will be with good cause.
Oh.
Well, in your catalog of good causes, is jealousy included?
Where is your son?
I don't know.
He left...
to do something he'd left undone.
He take a gun?
Of course he has a gun.
His life had been threatened.
Come on.
Where is she?
She's inside,
but Leander Johnson said nobody goes in there.
Here. Drink. Yes.
Just stay right where you are.
All right, make room for Mrs. Johnson there.
Come on, make room.
Get out of here, all of you!
Well, the dear little thing
has some lukewarm blood in him, after all.
What do you want to talk like that for?
You talked nicely before she came.
So she could see what she's really
been breeding all these years.
Well, Mrs. Johnson, who does he belong to?
You or me?
How's about some tricks, Mrs. Johnson?
You want to see him do some tricks?
Come on, sit up.
Roll over.
Well, what about it, Mrs. Johnson?
What'll he do for you?
Now, clear out of here, all of you!
And leave us alone!
Put the gun down.
Get away from me.
What are you gonna do, Leander?
You gonna shoot me here in front of all these people?
That's right.
I'll shoot.
Leander, the sheriff's here this time.
He won't believe you when you say you didn't do it.
He'll hang you.
Keep away, I said.
I'm warning you.
Leander...
did you warn Terrence O'Hara before you shot him?
Sure, I did.
I warned him to stay away from Kate,
but he wouldn't do it.
All right, Sheriff...
here's one of your own to take care of.
Get out.
Come on, Leander.
Well, Katy, you're free to go.
Terrence O'Hara is properly avenged.
Where will you go?
I don't know.
Just a feather down-
I go where the wind blows.
Someday, someplace, there'll...
there'll be someone with a laugh and loneliness
that matches mine.
¶ "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.