- 356, is there oil? - Yes, oil.
- 357, oil? - Yes, oil.
- And 358 also. - 358 also.
Everything is on the ranch of Little P.
Doctor, we are oil barons.
Oil barons are always alone.
Confucius?
Confucius, where are you?
Thank you.
Give me my bag!
Bougival Junction, Texas, founded in 1858 by the French
Welcome (Howdie!) English spoken if necessary
Merry Christmas
- Good day, Madame Bauer. - Good day, monsieur Bommard.
- Do you have my foie gras? - Not yet, Madame Bauer.
It's coming by train. Come back later.
- Did you remember my champagne for Christmas? - I'm just picking it up at the station.
I can't get used to it. Christmas isn't Christmas without snow.
Drink a glass of absinthe, that will cheer you up.
You're a bum.
What the hell?
Drunkard!
- Americans! - The American says: drop dead.
Merry Christmas!
Beware, the Sarrazin family is coming.
The Sarrazins. Letellier, beware, the Sarrazins.
Mama, Angeline. Maria Sarrazin is coming.
- My God. - Take it. The store will be wrecked.
- They're her brothers. - They're thieves.
- But good customers. - Merry Christmas.
Drop those weapons.
- God save us. - Drop that gun!
- Merry Christmas, Marshall. - Hello, Miss Mary.
You look very pretty today. Where are you going?
Picking up gifts at the station.
The train is always late.
Rather an unfaithful wife than all these delays.
Matthew, watch the horses. My gun, a beer. And quickly.
- Why always me? - Cold beer.
- Okay, well Mary. - What are you waiting for?
Stop. Stop.
- After it. - Yes, the gifts from Aunt Amélie.
My train! Take me with you!
- Search the train. And the marshal? - He's coming.
- Is this yours? - Yes.
Okay ...
First learn French, kid.
Come on boys, to the house!
No, no milk on Christmas Eve.
Why no milk? The baby Jesus drank milk.
The sugar baby Jesus ... Who has eaten his head?
- Gods don't need a head. - You see?
After that, they don't deserve Aunt Amelia's gifts.
- I'm going to see what the gifts are. - All in good time.
- Sit straight. - No elbows on the table.
And blow your nose.
Be polite to your sister.
Remember that we're Corsicans. Aunt Amelie will tell you, like all Pastucci:
The woman is the head of the family. Napoleon was nothing without his mother,
The great Laetitia Remolino.
Without her, he wouldn't have seen the pyramids or reached Moscow.
Midnight! Unwrap the gifts!
I have the biggest package. I wonder what's inside?
- What is it? - A phonograph. Let's dance.
- Ten dollars in gold! - Ah, how they spoil us.
Put it in your piggy bank. When you grow up, you'll thank me.
What did you get?
You should see ...
- Why are you making such a face? That's original. - Long live the emperor!
- Aunt Amélie has always adored him. - She has always kept faith with him.
- Long live Aunt Amelie! - She is our Mother Christmas!
- We should go see Fort Sage. - No, she does not have enough beds.
And certainly not for such pigs. Aunt Amelie is a real lady.
- She hasn't forgotten you either. - For me?
- No, it's from me. - Be quiet!
- Nice, huh? - Oh, it's beautiful!
And now, let's dance, right? Let's Dance!
- Shall we dance, mademoiselle? - Gladly, Monsieur.
Merry Christmas!
Not too late to bed, though.
The Little P Ranch. Oil ...
A bracelet! Here's another.
For you.
The last ring.
- Who will have the emerald?? - Caroline.
- One for me. - Elisabeth.
- No, for Virginie. - Because I can't divide it I'll keep it myself. It's my color.
- Always the same. - It's normal, she's the boss.
Three cigars in a row is too much, Luisa. You smoke more than your father.
That wasn't what killed my father.
- Poor Mr. Leroy. - Why are you crying?
- Because it's Christmas. - Christmas?
- Every December 25th. - That's true, yes.
Eight years ago, they had daddy hung. Time goes by so fast.
- Because you work too much. - It's family. I can't stop.
Fourteen banks and eighteen trains robbed.
Sorry, nineteen. And its Christmas! What a beautiful Christmas.
- Money makes me hungry. What's for dinner? - Beans.
Again?
Back in New Orleans, your father served us turkey.
- And Mom, what did she do? - Which one?
- Each of you has a different mother. - Ah, Papa was a real man.
- A man ... - A man in a house.
When he would come home at night, we would bathe him in cologne.
We would give him his robe and fill his pipe.
- He would be tired, but happy. - Not too tired! There are five of us.
Why, the deed of sale to the Little P. ranch.
Thanks, Marquis. I will always think of you with each cigar.
- Why? - What do you mean? - Do you still want to live peacefully?
We got it! We will be ladies again. You are the sisters of Dr. Miller.
Let's settle on our property, The "Little P" ranch.
- Who should we kill? - Frenchie King.
Three needles and you can talk again.
After 5000 years of acupuncture practice.
Number one.
Number two, number three, and you can talk again.
My bag? Where is my bag?
Chinese bad, heh, heh.
Every effort must be rewarded.
That poor animal was quietly grazing.
Now it suffers. I will never understand.
It's the same with your manure, We carry out Mary's orders.
Oh Maria, Maria. Always these commands. And you wash your shirts!
My shirts? Maria's underwear. Always this drudgery.
- She's going to kill us with work. - Spitting Bull, let's go!
- Where is she going? - Where are you going?
- To Fort Sage. - To Fort Sage ... And what about us?
We aren't finished with the work. And you're going for a trip.
Shut up. I need to talk to Aunt Amelie. Keep working.
Alright guys, the boss is gone! We're done for today!
Maria dear, my little one!
All I ask is you give me the money as a loan.
Relatives give money, not lend it. That's what family is for.
I have to buy that Little P ranch. The land is full of oil. A fortune!
Oil. I see only paper.
- A 50-dollar bill is also paper. - Especially counterfeit notes.
- Forsythe, talk to her. - Oil is not my favorite perfume.
- The perfume of women is enough for me. - It's okay. I'll go to the bank.
- Those crooks? - You don't trust banks?
I believe in beds. Money should stay where it is earned.
Thanks Aunt Amelie! I knew you'd understand.
What will I do with five dollars? - Take it. Forsythe. Come on.
- But ... - Just go. - What do I do with five dollars?
Five.
Five odd red wins.
Let it all stand on five.
Five odd red wins.
Finally we're here!
- Are we in Bougival Junction? - Yes, it's Bougival Junction.
- You saw that over there? - And there?
Hey, tourists.
- See that one in front? - And that one on the right?
And in back! Golly, what beautiful girls!
Good day! Good day Ladies, good morning!
What is this! What is this circus? What are they thinking?
Say, go drink inside, like everyone else. Hurry.
Come check it out. There ...
See that?
"Bonjour, merveilleusement, la nuit."
Hello, young ladies.
"Je ... merveilleusement travaille,"
"... La nuit."
- And during the day? - Shame on you!
Not enough youngsters for those bohemians? Eh!
- Bohemians? - Sluts and prostitutes!
- Are you sure? - Men!
Will you tolerate this?
Where is my horse? It ran away.
Get it!
Where are you going, Sheriff?
- I don't want bohemiennes here. - What?
- You can't do that sheriff. - No, my wife looks bad on everything.
These girls are sinners but they are also God's creatures.
- Yes very good. - Bravo, bravo.
Stop, stop!
Where are you going, Louise?
- Sold! - Hooray!
That's that. On to the Little P!
How are you? What a nice surprise, Miss Maria.
I need you!
I'm marshal, sheriff, judge, coroner ...
county clerk, etc. etc. Who do you need exactly?
- A notary. - A notary?
Twice 3200 dollars is $ 6400.
3200 acres for two dollars an acre. Is the price right?
Set up the deed of sale. I'll be back tonight.
I will take possession immediately. Come on, guys.
- I didn't quite understand, Miss Maria. - Didn't I say? I've bought the Little P.
The Little P Ranch, marshal.
It's already sold.
Sold? To whom?
- To Dr. Miller. - Did you sell the ranch to an American?
Americans have as much right as we do. But only in America.
Here, Mathieu, bring the money. Let's go, guys.
Marquis! Leave the piano. We can't stay. It's dirty here.
No, Mlle Louise. Mlle Louise!
Don't be discouraged. It's always difficult to start a new life.
- Bravo. Your palace is a rat hole. - We have been cheated!
- This shack isn't worth the money. - It looks awful.
Shut up. Calm down. Marquis, load up the trucks.
- Oh no! The piano! - I can not live without music.
- And where are we going? - Should we sleep under the stars?
No, to Fort Sage.
Come out! Come out!
It was foolish to leave our weapons.
At ease.
- Are you the nurses of Dr. Miller? - Who is Dr. Miller?
I am Dr. Miller.
Strange place for a practice. Do you have a speciality?
In lunatics.
Where do you find water for their cold showers? Is there a well?
No, but I saw a river down the hill.
It's on my land, Doctor Miller. You shouldn't pollute the water for my horses.
In other words: We need to get lost.
They overestimated the value of Little P. But I'll do you a favor:
I'll pay three times what you paid. My offer stands until tomorrow.
Three times as much? Fantastic.
Sounds like a good deal.
- Shall we leave Miss Luisa? - No, we stay.
Oh! but why.
Frenchie King does not bend to a farmer like that.
- And how should we wash? - We dig a well.
If she wants the ranch so much, we need to know why. Little P is hiding something.
- Maybe there's a treasure. - I don't know but we'll find out.
You talk to the men, I'll take care of the girl.
Two bags of flour, mustard and some sugar.
With pleasure. Two bags of mustard, flour and sugar.
Now we've seen it all. That woman dressed as a doctor must be an adventurer.
- A woman dressed as a doctor? - Those girls anyway.
- Sarrazin has bought plenty of barbed wire. - For the Little P Ranch? Why?
They're crazy. Like that poor old Pinchard, He spent 20 years looking for water.
- He dug everywhere and there was nothing. - Where is Dr. Miller?
- Can I get you anything else? - Thank you. Bring it to the car.
- It's her? - Yes.
- The doctor is in the bank. - Come, we must hurry.
- Where are you going? - To the bank. To get some change.
- To the bank? - Yes, I have a 50 cent coin ...
Stay here, you.
Here, you're really too old. Inside, you.
But Mom, you know, my heart ...
- She deposited $5,000. - And you didn't ask her anything?
- With $5,000 you don't ask questions. - Come on, she went to the barber.
Madam, a spicy perfume for you?
"Nuit de Paris" the perfume of the elegant woman. Intoxicating, isn't it?
- Does my neighbor use that? - Mlle Sarrazin?
- Yes, yes. A woman of good taste. - Do you know her well?
Her grandmother and mother came here all the time.
- She breeds horses, I believe. - Superb purebreds.
I advise you to buy the large bottle. It's cheaper. - Interesting.
I believe I need a horse. - Shall I wrap it?
A small gift.
- Where is she off to? - To buy a horse.
The Sarrazin family.
We have to warn her. Allow me.
Doctor Miller! Doctor Miller hear us, please!
We have horses to sell.
- The Sarrazins want you out of here. - They have dealt with others at gunpoint.
- Don't go. They will blow you away. - Anyone want to go in my place?
- I will go! - You stay here.
- They will kill you! - Not your problem.
You have beautiful horses. I'll buy one.
- I beg your pardon? - What?
- Come here. I won't eat you. - Hello, Doc. What a surprise.
- You look chic today. - Thank you.
Have you changed your mind? Do you accept my offer?
- Today I'm not selling, but I will buy. - Buy what?
A horse.
Can you even ride? - I learned how.
In medical school, no doubt.
Spitting Bull, get Belphegor.
- First pay. I don't do anything for free. - Me neither.
I wonder what the horse will drink?
- We will dig a well. - A well?
If you don't object.
- Oh! Is this Belphégor? - In person.
How beautiful!
Are you crazy? She'll break her neck.
So what? She's a doctor. She'll have one more patient.
- And if she's killed? - There will be one patient less.
- She rides like a man. - Like Buffalo Bill.
Enough.
What's she doing now?
General alarm for all marshals. Stop.
Take it, it's for you.
Frenchie King, disguised as a woman.
As a woman ...
Four red wines.
Cheers.
Very good, boys. You're out alone without your sister?
We don't need her. We'll even play poker.
Very good, emancipated! You begin to be real men.
"Where is the cherry tree the husband of my sister '? "
"Do you like the cherry tree the man of my sparrow '?'
The cherry of my sister? But you're making progress, Marshall.
- Shut up. - What did you say?
You are making great progress.
"The dog of my aunt has fleas. "
Oh, the Marshall's gun.
Come in, young ladies.
"What a sweet Auntie has my flea. "
- What will it be? Glasses of lemonade? - Four glasses of red wine.
- Double. - Good and strong.
It smells like the Sarrazins. They are not far away.
You always see better.
They are beginning to get on my nerves. Shall we?
- Yes, I'll take the fat one. - I need to get closer. I forgot my glasses.
Proceed gently. We do it with finesse, as agreed.
- My ladies ... - Gentlemen ...
- Ladies ... - What young ladies?
Will you offer us something to drink?
- Say yes. - Bartender, two decks of cards. New.
- Do you play poker? - You can play?
- What a question. - We begin immediately. Starting bid: 30.
Thirty dollars?
- Mama? - What "Mama"?
- Another glass of milk? - No thanks.
Four young ladies. There is one missing.
What do you care? Four is already enough.
- Are you the handsome one? - Yes, but don't say it so loud.
They're very sensitive.
Are you sick, marshal?
True, he looks terrible.
- Where is the doctor? - Digging a shaft.
- A well. - What a well?
That's a man's job.
A man?
- But she's a woman. - There's a feminine side in all men, sheriff.
- And a masculine in all women. - Do you believe that?
See you, boys. "I'm the dog of my flea search."
Did you lose something?
Ah, your bum bum ...
Mlle Louise?
- What is it? Why are you crying? - It's very late.
- So what? - The little ones are not back yet.
I know it. I'll get them. Help me.
Your bath is ready. - Thank you, Marquis.
I get wrinkles when you cry. So don't.
Now you are more black.
Nothing is better than a hummingbird on a straw hat.
- On the ribbon, you mean? - No, on the hat itself.
- Ten dollars. - Damn it!
Excuse him.
Nothing better than violets and a dress of organdy.
I don't have a dress of organdy.
I'm out.
Fifty.
- Have you traveled much? - No.
Fifty and again fifty.
Honey, your nose is shiny.
How terrible. Do you have powder with you?
Only pink.
- I want to see. - You'll have to pay to see.
- You cheated! - That slut!
Take that back!
We're assaulted!
All the money lying on the floor.
This is crazy.
Calm down, please!
So, Sarrazins ... Do you know what time it is?
- We didn't do anything. - They started it.
We sat quiet here. Then they asked if we wanted to offer them something.
- They wanted to play poker. - They cheat.
Let that be a lesson to you.
Put all the money on the bar and get out.
And quickly.
But we won.
It's easy to give orders with a gun in your hand.
Okay, start talking.
You thought it was so easy? You hold it like lipstick.
- It's not loaded. - Shut up.
Take it back, mademoiselle Sarrazin. It's slipping.
- Miller? - Oh yeah, the money.
Keep it. But get out of town. Immediately.
A detail: you have no more bullets.
Neither do you.
Hands up!
Marshal ...
I dislocated my jaw.
Did you hurt yourself?
Where's my ...
My hat.
Very good.
I can see again and talk. Many thanks. But when can I walk again?
A doctor without money is a bird without wings.
I need my bag, understood? I need functioning legs.
If wealth can walk, it goes straight to the neighbors.
You know what I dreamed? I dreamed I married them all.
- All, all? - All!
- Are you crazy? - Just think about it.
Maria has plans for the oil. But the girls have the land.
So if we marry them, we have the land and the girls.
- Then I'll take that little one. - That one who cheated.
- They're all pretty. - And all four cheat. ... Hold on.
I'll choose first, then you.
What is this pigsty? Now when I have a visitor?
But ...
- You expect a visitor? - From a suitor.
And I wanted him to see me in a more suitable atmosphere.
- A suitor? - Yes, an admirer.
Then, we'll leave you alone.
- See you later then. - Where are you going?
- Out. - No, not outside. Go to your rooms.
We only meant well.
- Yes, yes, we thought ... - We wanted to help you.
But your presence helps me even more, my children.
Especially when a stranger is here.
- Now move! - Good luck, Maria.
- Call if you need us. - I just need a clean house.
Come in.
- My cherry blossom. - Marshal, what a surprise!
Sit down.
I work at night wonderful. And I speak French. ... Oh crap!
You're so clumsy, Morgan.
Put them in here. Give me the bouquet.
Sit down.
The flowers are beautiful. Where are you?
Here I am.
- I'm the butterfly in the garden. - I'm flattered, Morgan.
I've wished to see you for three years.
For three years ... Would you do something for me?
- Where are you? - Here.
- You have wanted me for three years? - Yes, we would be happy here.
Here? I dreamed of living in a big house, not in a hut.
Mary, I will follow you anywhere.
Follow me anywhere? I just found the place of my dreams.
I will get it for you. - Promise?
My promise is as hard as my head.
Morgan.
Oh. I work at night wonderful.
- Come on, no one sees us. - Quiet.
Quickly. Come on.
To the girls.
Here, the bridle.
I want the ranch Little P. Send those girls away.
Would you do that for me?
- Impossible. - Impossible does not exist!
The ranch was sold, Maria. Sold!
Not again! When one loves, one creates clarity. And if you have created clarity,
Then you can come back. - I will never understand women.
Yeah, I know ...
Where are you?
Lucas? Marcus? Matthew? John? Where are you?
- So much for the Sarrazin's barbed wire. - Now we can bathe.
- Within three seconds they'll turn around. - One, two, three. Nothing.
- See that little mole? - I was sitting right there.
Duck!
Go home, you.
- That's an order! - We weren't doing anything.
- And that? - They undressed themselves.
Come on, go home. But fast. Hurry up, you bunch of bastards.
Once something nice happens ...
Put something on, Doctor. You'll catch cold.
She's beginning to annoy me.
"Bougival Junction - 30 years already"
You're very good with the rifle.
If you hold the nail, she'll shoot them better, marshal.
Can you believe it? They come in pants.
Like locusts, madame Lecroisic.
The riders may approach Starting with their number.
Number 23, number 25 ...
The launch of the cyclists begins in a few moments.
Gentlemen riders, to the starting line.
Number 33, please report to the starting line.
Again, number 13, come as soon as possible to the start.
- Each of us to their place. - Oh no! Why the largest?
Remember what I said? Go. We adhere to our agreement.
Keep La Sarrazin talking for 15 minutes. We'll take care of the brothers. - All right, go.
Attention, ladies and gentlemen. Gentlemen riders, ready to go?
- You aren't naked today? - No, and you're dressed as a woman.
Nevertheless, you have to keep your voice. - What about my voice?
- My aunt had just such a voice. - Did she sing?
No, she sold fish in a market.
And now, the most famous voice in the West!
Something you have all been waiting for: Maria Sarrazin.
Drink, honey?
Bravo, La Sarrazin. - Thank you.
Now it's your turn.
Make way there!
Out of the way, everyone. Get back.
I have smelling salts. - Wait for the doctor.
Spitting Bull will bring the carriage.
Is it serious, doctor? - No idea. Let's see ...
It's worse than I thought. She needs plenty of rest.
Take her home. Twenty-four hours bed rest.
No visitors, complete darkness. The more she sleeps, the better.
You heard what the doctor said? Bed rest.
She'll recover, Marshall.
In one gulp.
I've always dreamed of a woman like you.
I've long travelled the desert looking for a drop of water.
And then I met you.
You are like another Maria come from the East.
No, I meant. I mean ...
I'm looking for something. - Love?
Yes. No, I'm looking for Frenchie King. - Oh yeah? Where?
- Oh, right here! - That deserves a drink, come on.
Let me, it's my turn.
He's out! He needs a doctor! Quickly!
Come on, take off that dress!
Take off your dress!
- You would go away? - Take off your boots first.
- I should take off my boots? - Yes, your boots. Come on.
It's okay.
You'll have to help me.
Come on!
Harder! Pull hard!
I think I'm a little drunk.
Come along, dear marshal.
- I thought ... - What?
- You were Frenchie King. - I?
The most dangerous man in the West.
- Yes, really. - I'm a dangerous man?
Ridiculous, isn't it? Stupid.
Frenchie King a woman?
- And you want to arrest me now? - I am arresting you.
I would, I would love to. I am arresting you for life.
And you spend the life with me.
- Don Juan! - No, my name is Morgan.
Louise, I'd like to give you flowers.
You feel hot, boy.
Could I have a fever?
Do you know why? I'm totally in love.
- Caroline? - Yes?
As soon as we get home, you have half an hour to make them talk.
I'm thirsty.
You're too restless, boss. You listen to the doctor woman.
I'm thirsty!
Yes, boss. You get drink. Doctor woman said you sleep.
After the special tea of Spitting Bull,
I, you, and the woman Doctor... Everyone in peace.
Strong medicine.
- And? - Nothing.
Come here, you. Come on!
- And? - Nothing.
Come here, you.
- And?! - Nothing.
Get out!
And? Anything?!
Nothing.
Get out.
Come on! Downstairs.
So? Will you talk or not?
For the last time. Your sister, she's looking for something here.
What is she looking for?
Oil! Oil! Oil!
Oil!? Yahoo!!
- But where exactly? - No idea.
I don't know.
Can we go now?
What are you doing here? Where are my brothers?
- They left. - What? Where are they?
Love knows no boundaries, has never known boundaries..
Looking for someone?
Angeline, there's trouble! Call the cat inside.
Marshal, where are my brothers? I'm talking to you. Where are they?
What do you dream of? What do you dream of?
- Of a house ... - Full of children.
Instead of this life of adventure. But when?
I will tell you. I'll read it from your hand. Let me see.
I can do that too.
I see a tree.
You are asleep underneath. And someone who looks like me.
- Mlle Louise! Mlle Louise! - What is it?
A rider.
La Sarrazin.
Children, we have visitors. - Who?
- The sister of these gentlemen here. - Maria? Let's go!
Shut up, you. Take them to the pit.
Thank you.
Quick, hurry.
Hurry. Get the gun.
And don't make a sound.
Come on.
- Quickly, she's almost here. - Get in the house!
Take them.
- No weapons. - Sorry? - Okay, We'll cover you.
You keep out of this. This is between her and me.
Doctor Miller?
Where are my brothers?
And where is the oil?
Well, welcome to the party.
Bet you a dollar that mine wins.
Mine will win.
- What are they doing up there? - I'm afraid of the dark.
- Relax! Breath deep. - There's nothing to breathe. I'm suffocating.
This has to stop.
She told us to stay out of it.
Louise, I love you ...
The name is Doctor Miller.
Come on!
Where is my horse?
Hold on guys! I do not want to fall and break a leg.
That's it. We've got you.
I have it. We need steps. We'll make steps.
That's enough! We need to stop the slaughter.
- Soon they'll be covered in bruises. - We have to stop them. - Look!
Which of them lives here? On my ranch.
All of them.
Do your duty.
I represent the law here.
Marshal, this is my land.
I demand that you fulfill your duty.
Go on.
- I've got to get out! I've got to get out of here. - Stop. You'll ruin everything.
- Have you taken leave of your senses? - I have to get out of here!
Oil!
Help! Help!
Come on, buddy. Let's give a hand.
Marshall.
Take the prisoners under your care. And quickly.
I'm coming, doc.
Where is my prison? Come on, you guys.
I'm the king of oil!
- Are you okay? - Yes. And you?
Oh, what a fight! Fighting is good for the appetite.
You have a formidable right.
Your left isn't too bad either.
- If we had known each other before ... - ... we would have been fighting for fun.
Are you going to pace all day? Come eat the rabbit, it's delicious.
- Frenchie King thinks only of food. - I don't do anything on an empty stomach.
My brothers are in prison. And your sisters too.
Sing on, Marquis. Your song is so beautiful.
- You know you're on a tightrope? - Who?
- The judge of Fort Sage. - So what? We cut the rope.
- Spitting Bull! More wine! - Immediately, Mlle Louise.
- You have an idea. - I have several.
We only have to choose.
But first: Should I eat the third rabbit too?
For me, Frenchie King is dead. Smothered in lace and ruffles.
What a shame!
- Where are you going? - To Fort Sage.
Like that?
- How should I go there otherwise? - Shame about the rabbit.
So!
Do you take, Caroline, Virginie, Elisabeth ...
and Small Rain, these men as legal spouses?
Are you sure?
The rings ...
Oh, the rings.
Oh yes, the rings.
The rings, where are they?
Here they are, here they are! - Two for me.
It fits.
Don't be nervous.
I now declare you husband and wife, woman and man.
- That goes for the whole group. - Long live the newlyweds!
They have locked us in with the cows!
- After you. - No, after you.
Louise, Maria ...
What do you think?
You know, kid ...
For true men like us, there is no more place in the West.