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Door.

Shut the door, squirrel.

Whiskey.

How are ya?

Bean. Roy Bean.

Maybe you heard of me.
My picture's on the wall.

On the other side
of that wall over there.

Just, robbed the Granger's
trust down in Magdalena.

Hey, that's no easy pickings.

I mean, Bonanza Stud
had his hand shot halfway

and I picked, two pellets
of crude-iron buckshot

out of my, my ankle.

I always heard
that a man in a dodge

is welcome west of Pecos.

Maybe I heard wrong.

You heard right.

"Revised laws and Statutes
of the State of Texas."

What's that doing here?

The whores done piss on it.

Give him a drink
of cactus whiskey.

You a bank robber?

You get much out
of that Magdalena one?

No.

None?

That's right, none.

Buy me a drink, bank robber?

Listen, when Roy Bean drinks,
everybody drinks.

Give me the money.

I want some of that money!

Get off him.

Yeah, that's right.

Go!

Gun. Gun.

Come back here,
you son of a bitch!

Kill him! Shoot him!

- I'm going to get Marvin.
- Alright.

Come on back here!
I ain't through killing you!

Ya hear me? All of your kind,
I'll be waitin'!

The first time I saw Roy Bean

he was set on killin' me.

Thought I was the devil
comin' to take him.

It was an understandable thought

considering all the carnage

that he had so recently
brought forth.

I'm the reverend, Mr. LaSalle.

Though I walk in the valley
of the shadow...

I fear not.

What has happened here?

These men tried to hang me

and they have been
killed for it.

- How many of them are there?
- A lot of 'em.

- Who did the killing?
- I did.

They were bad men

and the whores weren't ladies.

Vengeance is mine,
sayeth the Lord.

It was.

I'm waitin' for the buzzards.

They don't deserve buryin'.

Maybe they don't,
but they ought to be.

They are a stench
and an abomination.

I've got a shovel if you don't.

I buried them because Christ
had died for all of 'em.

It was his choice, not mine.

I am not one to question
the wisdom of the Almighty.

Get my Bible.

It is in the saddlebag.

I will read over the dead now.

Now, my Bible, please, mister...

Bean.

- Bean.
- Roy Bean.

Judge Roy Bean.

I am the new law in this area.

What has qualified you as such?

I know the law

since I have spent
my entire life

in its flagrant disregard.

I'd never killed a man before.

I'd shot at some...

in self-defense or blind fright

but I never hit anyone.

So God must have
directed my bullets.

Why, he even sent an angel...

to deliver this weapon.

Just how do you intend
to dispense this law?

With this... and a rope.

And will you rely again
on the grace of God?

Well, I intend to practice.

Give him some help.

Get on with the readin'.

I've turned
to the "Book of Psalms"

and I will read
from Psalm number 58

which I deem to be appropriate.

"Let their teeth be broken"

"and blooded in their mouths"

"the great teeth
of the young lions."

"He shall take them away,
as with a whirlwind"

"both living and in his wrath."

"The righteous shall rejoice
when he seeth the vengeance."

"He shall wash his feet
in the blood of the wicked"

"so that a man shall say"

"verily, there is a reward
for the righteous."

"Verily, he is a God that
that judgeth in the Earth."

What of them?

How do they fit into your
scheme of justice?

The law is going to protect 'em.

Says that somewhere in here.

- Where is she?
- Who? The angel?

If ever there was one.

Does she speak American?

What is your name, senorita?

How are you called?

Maria Elena.

Well, Maria Elena, I...

I want to thank you
for what you done

is what I want to do.

Maybe you can explain
to these people here that

that I mean them no harm.

Tell 'em it's going to be
a new place.

It's going to be
a nice place to live.

I'm the new judge.
There's going to be law.

There's going to be order,
progress

civilization, and peace.

Above all, peace.

And I don't care
who I have to kill to get it.

Go on. You tell 'em that.

Tell them all the horses

that belonged to them
vermin are theirs.

Their guns.

The land.

Just that place.

That place there, that's mine.

- They do not want the horses.
- No, no.

They'll take the horses.
They do not want the land.

They are grateful.

They do not need the guns.
You are their patron.

You mean I own everything
if I do all the gettin' shot at.

It is an old
and fair arrangement.

And somewhat shrewd,
I might add.

Well, that brothel there,
it will be my courthouse.

Place to deal out justice.

Place to get shot at
and shoot and hang others from.

That's what it is.

I intend to live there,
regardless.

What is it, my child?

I will live there, too.

She will what?

You don't want me to live there.

No, I don't.

Not yet, anyway.

Don't you have parents
or the like?

Perhaps she could live in that
little shack off to the side.

Perhaps you could live in that
little shack off to the side.

Blessed is the Lord,
thy strength

which teaches thy hand to war
and thy fingers to fight.

I shall pray for you, Bean.

This land abounds
in ruffians and varmints.

Their numbers are legion,
their evil skills commensurate.

Piss on 'em.

That was the first and last time

I saw Judge Roy Bean.

I never got back to that country

and died of dysentery
in old Mexico.

I haven't seen him since,
so he probably went to hell.

Lillie Langtry.

The Jersey Lily.

Fairest voice, softest hair,

eyes the color
of a starlit night.

The most beautiful woman
in all creation.

That's what that is.

Why, even princes

drink champagne
from her slipper.

Look at the color of that hair.

I can't see any color.

Well, that's 'cause
it's a bad likeness.

But even a bad likeness
of Lillie Langtry

is worth most women
in the flesh.

Get back in there, child.

Who are you?

Big Bart Jackson.

This is my gang.

Tector Crites.

Whorehouse Lucky Jim.

Nick the Grub, Fermel Parlee.

- You outlaws?
- We're honest men.

Merely been driven to a life
beyond the law by circumstances.

- You ever been here before?
- No.

Don't even know where I am now.

Well, it's the Eagle's Nest,
Vinegarroon County, Texas.

Vinegarroon.

What is a Vinegarroon?

Well, it's a Mexican word.

Means whipped-tailed scorpion,
mean as hell.

I don't want trouble from you

only food, water,
and some cactus whiskey

if that sign's
not an idle boast.

Nothing on that sign
is an idle boast.

Including the law.
Got any money?

Not much.

We tried to rob
Three Rivers Flyer.

Couldn't catch it.

The passengers shot at us
from windows for sport.

Not easy being an outlaw
in times like these.

Ordinarily,
I'd take you in my court

and try you and hang you.

But if you got the money
for whiskey

I guess we can dispense
with those proceedings.

Do you get
much judging around here?

What do you mean?

I mean, what's the use
of being a judge

if you ain't got no one to law?

Got a whole graveyard
of previous cases.

I'll bet you could do
even better

if you had more cases to try.

- That's right.
- What are you getting at?

What kind of court of law is it?
Has no marshals.

I don't need no marshals
to back me up.

There's Judge Parker,
Fort Smith, Arkansas.

- Has marshals.
- That's right.

A wealthy
and respected man today.

That he is.

Marshals have to be men of
strong moral fiber.

Country like this
overrun with outlaws.

Rich in possibilities.

I see no reason
why the State of Texas...

through myself...

could not provide half the booty

and loot collected
as legal property of this court.

Split up four ways, I imagine.

- Five.
- Five.

Why, the State of Texas

would probably
pay a bonus each month.

You mean, a bonus for the man

that, does the most
to the stopping

of banditry and out lawlessness

that runs rampant
in this land... providing...

I was able to find men of
sufficient moral fiber.

Raise your right hands,
do you solemnly swear to

uphold the letter of the law
as enforced and stated

in the Revised Statutes
of Texas, 1855?

And furthermore, do you
swear solemn allegiance

and vow to uphold
the honor of Lillie Langtry.

I do.

Judge. Judge.

Can I be the bartender?

I've had my fill
of being shot at for money.

What about that part
about Miss Langtry?

That's the most beautiful woman
I ever seen in all my born days.

By the power vested in me,
through God

and the great and honorable
State of Texas

I hereby proclaim you
to be marshals of the court

of the county
of greater Vinegarroon.

For Texas and Miss Lillie!

For Texas and Miss Lillie!

The-the whole thing
was a m-mistake.

Why I-I was f-framed
from the start.

S-set up by t-this two-bit
vigilante judge

and his lynch mob.

They had nothing better to do.

Besides, I-I was easy to catch.

This here is Sam Dodd, judge.
Genuine murderer.

- Who'd he kill?
- Chinaman and his greaser wife.

Stole a fruit jar full of money.

- How much?
- Close to $90.

Ninety dollars.

That's a serious crime, son.
Where's the evidence?

We buried the victims no more
than an hour after he done it.

Get down off that horse!

I don't cotton to looking up
to the likes of you.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Court of Vinegarroon
is in session.

There'll be no drinking.

Judge Roy Bean presiding.

Do you have anything to say
before we find you guilty?

I'm not guilty of nothing.

There's no crime
that I've done wrong.

- Do you deny the killing?
- I do not deny it.

But there's n-no place
in that book

where it says nothing
about killing a, a Chinese.

And no one I know
ever heard of law

on, on-on greasers

n-nig-niggers, or Injuns.

All men stand equal
before the law.

And I will hang a man
for killing anyone

including Chinks,
greasers, or niggers.

I'm very advanced
in my views and outspoken.

But there's no place
in that book that says.

Trust in my judgment
of the book.

'Sides, you're going to hang
no matter what it says in there

'cause I am the law.

The law
is the handmaiden of justice.

- Get a rope.
- Let's go, Sam Dodd.

I-I want-I want to
say something.

Don't-don't I get
to say nothing?

By all means.

I want to say that I,
I still believe

this whole thing is a mistake

and that I am no worse,
and probably b-better

than the men
who are about to end my days.

Well spoken, son. That's enough.

It was wrong to do this to me
for the crimes mentioned

but, well, I'd also killed

white men
and stole their horses.

So I figured that that-that's
what I was being hung for.

My only concern was that
that rope be tied properly

and the whole thing done right.

It was.

Verily, it has come to pass

that the wicked,
outlaw, et cetera...

going to have their
teeth blunted like lions,

with their necks
stretched and broken.

This is the fate of the wicked.

And all this has come to pass

'cause it is the duty
of the righteous

which is us, to hang the wicked
whenever we can.

So that a man can say truly

that God has appointed
a judge upon the earth.

That is how it is,
and the way it will be.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Bar is open!

Two.

Two.

Two.

I'm Snake River Rufus Krile
a long way from home.

Quit grinning.
Can't stand a man that grins.

Hyah!

I call that bet,
and I'll raise you ten.

I'm blood kin to a Gila monster.

Can drink my weight
in wolf poison.

Massacre, bloodshed...

famine and drought
all put meat on my bones.

I'll see that
and raise you five.

Hardship and slaughter?

My daily bread.

Well, I'm considering,
I'm considering that.

I can whip a full-grown
longhorn cow with my hands tied

make violent love
to mountain lions.

My trigger fingers are itchy.

I'm set to go red hot.

Raise you five.

Justifiable homicide.

I fine that man two bits

for firing a gun
in a public building.

I also fine him...

Thirty-five, forty-five,
fifty, fifty-two...

Fifty-two dollars
for lying around.

Whorehouse, I call ya, and...

Raise ya $52.

I call.

Three bullets.

The marshals found that the
land abounded in opportunities.

And the pickings was easy.

Little did the varmints
expect the long arm of justice

to reach them from within.

Criminal vermin was plentiful
and of good value, too.

We had us a table piled high
with silver in no time.

And that was just the beginning.

The confiscated property of them

that was caught and hung,
allowed the judge

to institute civic improvements.

Wagonloads of real law-abiding
citizens came to settle.

The judge, himself, became a man

of considerable wealth
and consequence.

He verily papered
the courthouse walls

with posters of his true
and fair love.

He even sent riders
to the railway

to bring back The New York Times

so he could follow the exploits
of Miss Langtry,

the Jersey Lily...

Voice as sweet
as that of a nightingale.

I am disturbed
by the news this morning.

What is it, judge?

I am crestfallen.

Crestfallen?

Crestfallen by the...

report that Miss Lillie,
in a playful mood

at a royal outing,
slipped a frog down the back

of His Highness Albert Edward,
prince of Wales.

It was in a moment of frivolity,
you understand.

She, slipped a frog
down this prince's neck?

Anyway, the prince
was ruffled by the incident

and disfavored
Miss Lillie for it.

I suppose he would.

Suppose he would?

Ought to go over there
and hang the son of a bitch!

I would, too, except
I got too much respect

for the royal family.

- Where'd you get that dress?
- You sent for it.

Well, it sure
didn't look like that

in the "Sears
and Roebuck" catalog.

Don't you like it?

With all due respect
to Miss Lillie.

I think she'd understand.

Yeah, I like it a lot.

Just don't go wearing it
around here

during drinking hours.

Judge! Judge!
You better come quick!

There is gonna
be an illegal lynching!

Hold it! Hold it!

The only lynching around here

will be done
according to the law.

Hell, judge!

We got the tar,
and we got the feathers.

What is all this about, Bart?

Well, we, as the decent folks
of this community

will not abide by pimp gamblers

and women of the night
at prices like these.

What's the going price?

Five dollars, that's the price!

Gold or silver!

Outrageous!

I'd be willing to make
a special rate for you, judge,

considering that...

No, sir.

What goes for my town,
goes for me.

Justice goes for all.

Justice is the handmaiden
of the law.

Well, I was only trying
to make amends.

Amends!

What you have done... to these..

Gentle damsels.

I accuse you, sir, of leading
them down the primrose path.

Making them slaves
to passion and the dollar.

Five dollars.

- Three.
- Two point fifty.

For you, judge, nothing.

Get those ladies down
from that traveling bordello

and put them on the porch.

You, sir.

- Oof!
- Get out of my way.

That's it, come to me.
I'll catch you.

I ain't going
to sentence you, boy

but I am going to warn you.

If you ain't out of town here
in five minutes

I'm going to open court
in earnest.

I haven't even got a horse!

Steal one! A fast one!

Remember, we hang
horse thieves around here.

Spread out, ladies.

I didn't mean that.

What do you want
to do with them, judge?

Just bear witness.

Bart, come here.

Fermel.

Right there.

Right there.

Whorehouse, come here.

Right there.

- Tector.
- Yes, sir?

- Come on out here.
- No, not-not me, judge.

I'm a benedict.

What about me, judge?

Over here.

Ladies...

I intend to steer you back
to the path of righteousness.

I hereby sentence you
to one year

under protective custody
of my marshals.

Bar's open!
Drinks are on the house!

I think, my dear,

that you are a case
for special consideration.

I hereby declare you
a ward of the court.

A pig! Pig!

I likewise advise you
to find a fast horse.

Hold it!

- Alright, let's go inside.
- The judge can handle it.

- Where you going?
- I am going for a walk.

Smell how sweet that air is.

It's almost tropical,
that's what it is.

In the desert at night,
in the moonlight

it smells like it could be
a teeming jungle

in Africa or India or the like.

And it makes me dream
about this land.

What I'm going to make of it.

Someday,
it's going to be covered

with farms and towns.

There's going to be
a railroad...

streets covered with brick,

buildings made of stone
a 100 feet high.

There's going to be factories
and slaughterhouses

like I seen in those pictures
of Denver and Chicago.

And I am going to have
a courthouse

made of granite
four stories high,

where I can go down and see that
everything is going to plan.

And you can have
anything you want.

You just think
of anything you want.

A box that makes songs.

What?

A box that you open,
it makes songs.

- Music box.
- Si.

Well, I would get you
a pipe organ.

What songs
would you want it to play?

Any songs.

You ever hear
"The Yellow Rose of Texas?"

- No. Why?
- Well, you should.

How does it go?

Sing more.

No, I can't sing.

It's cold in that shack
where you live, ain't it?

It's alright in the summer.

Yeah, but it's cold
in the winter

and it leaks in the rain,
don't it?

Sometimes.

And the wind comes through.

Only when it's blowing.

Yeah, well, it is summer

and the sky is clear,
there's no wind, so I think

you ought to spend the night
with me in the courthouse

so I can protect you
from the elements.

Hey, what are you doing there
in the middle of nowhere

digging a hole?

A grave. When that wheel
come off the wagon.

I took it for a sign.

- This here's my dying ground.
- Where you coming from?

Lived in the mountains most of
my days. I was a mountain man.

Knew Jim Bridger, Kit Carson,
Liver Eatin' Johnson.

He was a good feller
when he started out,

let things get to him, though.
Went bad after a few winters.

Yeah, a man will do that.
What's your name, mister?

I'm Grizzly Adams,

direct descendant
of John Quincy Adams,

sixth president
of the United States.

His blood is in me.

I went wild as a youth,
run away to the mountains.

Good life, free life, but cold.

So cold I'd go
to the bears in winter

and lie up with them
in their cave.

That's why I'm known as Grizzly.

I cohabitated with the bears.

What are you doing
in Vinegarroon?

All my life, I've been cold.

I come south
to die where it's warm.

Well, it's warm here.

But there'll be
no illegal dying.

The only people
that die in my town

are those that I shoot
or hang. Get along with you.

Can't die here! Can't die there!

Man can't even die
where he sees fit no more!

I want no part of
what this world's come to

and I'm glad
my days are at an end.

That's Zachary Taylor,
my eldest boy

named after the 12th president
of the United States.

I prefer his company
to that of men.

Well, pick up that wheel
and move on.

Or I'll have you both strung up
for disturbing the peace.

Hurry up, mister, this bear
ain't getting any lighter.

How about adopting him, mister?

He'll need someone
after I've gone to love

and be loved by in return.

Send him back to his mother.

She run off with another bear
from Colorado.

Hey! Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Come on back here
and pick up your bear!

Good heavens.

Give Zach a good home, mister

or sure as hell,
I'll come back and haunt you.

There, there now, there now.
Good bear.

There now. There now. Good bear.

Good bear. Good bear.

There now. There now, there now.

Good bear. Good bear.

Ha!

Go on, run for it.
You can't bluff me.

- Go on back to your father!
- Run, judge!

Okay, stay where you are,
damn it!

Come on, judge, he's a monster!
Come on!

Nasty bear.
You want to make friends?

Go on!

Get in there now. Go on.

Go to bed and lie down,
you hear me?

I don't know which one
he was talking to

but either way, it must've been
one hell of a night.

The watch-bear moved
right into the household.

The judge and him
and Maria Elena

were inseparable like.

The three of them used
to go picnicking together.

Dearest, Lillie

it was with fondest enthusiasm

that I received
your letter this morning.

It was delivered to me
while in court

and I dared not open it for fear

that it would cause me
to reel in dazed ecstasy

and forget the grave
responsibilities of my position.

We're ready now, judge.

Therefore, I placed it

in a pocket over my heart

where it has remained
warm until now.

I don't want to hurry you, judge

but the horse
is getting nervous.

Quiet, you damn fool,
can't you see the judge

is reading a letter
from Miss Langtry. Now come on.

Dear, Mr. Bean,
on behalf of Miss Langtry

I wish to thank you
for your correspondence

of April, March, February,
and January, 1895.

Miss Langtry
is presently engaged

in a tour of the continent.

And will make
every effort to review it

at her soonest
possible convenience.

Most warmly yours,
Dorothy P. Pillsbury

personal secretary
to Miss Lillie Langtry.

- Any last words?
- We already said that.

Alright, give me back my cigar.

Carry out the sentence.

Hyah!

Could you lower
the deceased a little bit?

He's not in the picture.

Lower him.

That's fine right there.

Alright, everybody.

Ya ya ya ya!

The only real attempt

to question the authority
of the Judge's court

occurred the time
Bad Bob came to town

not Dirty Bad Bob, the Mexican

but the original Bad Bob,
the mean one, the Albino.

Bad Bob's in town!

Bad Bob's in town!

Wait and I'll go with you.

Bad Bob's in town!

Hey, you!

Help me!

Don't you ever
question what I say.

I think you shot off my toe.

It'd be the second one
over from the big one.

You go tell that
snake scum Judge

that I intend
to burn his eyes out

and feed 'em to the buzzards.

But before I do,
I want to eat breakfast.

I've ridden a long way
and amassed a powerful hunger.

Now, listen,

you tell him to prepare
to go to hell!

I will send him there directly.

Now, get!

But what about my toe?

Now they match.

Cook him for me.
Smother him in onions.

How do you want your horse?

Blue.

Bean?

Hey, Beano?

It's me... Bob!

Bad Bob!

Hey, Bean, I've come here
to shoot your eyes out.

And then, I'm going to take
my ivory-handled knife

and cut your head off
and sell it

to a friend of mine
in a carnival.

It is my intention, Beano

to rid the ground of your shadow

and take my pleasure
upon this town.

I have one thing to add...

Lillie Langtry is a pig-faced
whore, bitch, dog

and I wouldn't waste
my bullet on her

let alone my seed.

Do you hear, Beano?

I'm ready, Beano.

Come and get it, Beano.

Come on, Beano!

Come on, Beanie!

Come and get it!
I'm ready for you, Beano!

Judge!

He's dead. He sure is.

He was shot in the back.

Appears to be shot
in the back or the front.

As long as the son
of a bitch is dead.

You done it, Judge.
You killed Bad Bob.

You call that sporting?

It weren't a real stand up
fight.

Stand up? I laid down
to steady my aim.

Well, I mean,
he never had a chance.

Not at all. Never did,
never would have.

I didn't ask him to come here.

I don't abide giving
killers a chance.

He wants a chance,
let him go someplace else.

Shame to end so glorious
a career in such a manner.

Says in the Bible, Bobbo,

psalm 58...

"The righteous
are going to rejoice and triumph

"over the wicked, whose teeth
are blunted like lions

"and they get carried away
by whirlwinds and such

while God Judges on
this Earth through me."

I reckon poker had as much
to do with winning the West

as colt's .45
or the prairie schooner.

As played in the Jersey Lily

it required boundless courage

unerring judgment,
and soaring faith.

It was more
a religion than a game.

The Judge considered
himself a past master,

but then I never knew
a Texan who didn't.

Two.

You call?

I'll call

and raise you two dollars.

I'll call...

and I'll raise you...$23.

- That leaves me out.
- Excuse me, sir.

I believe that I'm addressing
the supposed Judge Roy Bean

am I not?

Whatever you're selling,
I don't want it.

We don't cotton
to drummers around here.

I'm Frank Gass,
an attorney at law.

- I'm not a drummer.
- You in or out?

I call and raise you 10.

I represent the Estate
of Charles Finninus Booker

late of St. Louis, Missouri

who was the previous legal
owner of his property

and all the land extending
in a 100-mile radius.

I'll call you,
and I'll raise you.

This silver-plated
bulldog pistol

worth ten dollars, I would say.

I am now the present owner.

Well, I call.

Thought I was bluffing,
didn't you? Take a look.

A little queen high straight.

Well, you ain't going
to appreciate this, Judge,

but I caught me a flush. Lookie.

Beer, Tector.

Excuse me, excuse me, sir,
I really don't...

Don't you have better sense

or manners

than to disturb a man

who's deciding whether
to raise or call?

Do you know there's
a city ordinance

against disturbing a man

who's deciding whether
to raise or call?

It's a misdemeanor.

You can be shot for it.

Here you are, Whorehouse.

Well, thank you, Judge.

That'll be $25.

Twenty five dollars?

Yeah, when I ain't winning,
the beer's $25.

Well, that ain't sportin'.

What is a man supposed to do?

Start losing or quit drinking.

Now, here this, sir.

I hold in my possession
a grant of land

issued by the king of Spain
for the aforementioned property.

Miss Lillie knows
some of them kings of Spain.

It came into my possession
as payment

for the Booker Estate.

You don't say?

Provisions for grants of land

are made
in the statutes of the state.

Look, do you have
a book of law here?

- Of course.
- Well, give it to me.

Open.

Thank you.

I'll see that and raise you.

That's a law book,
not a salt lick.

Well, I'll call that

and raise you $19.

Too stiff for me, Judge.

I'm out.

I raise you $50.

That's too rich for blood.

Fifty dollars?

I don't got $50.

Here it is.
Now you just start reading that.

Article 48, section F.

That's a bad law.
I just repealed it.

That is outrageous.

Fifty dollars?

I call.

How many?

Got a pat hand.

So do I.

I have, how do you say,
a full house, aces over.

Now, you see here,
Judge Roy Bean.

I will not be bandied around
and treated in this manner.

I'm an influential man,
and I have powerful friends.

So have I.

I'd like you to meet
one of them.

What? Hey!

- Tector!
- Let me go!

Watch your step there,
young fella.

- Wait, wait!
- Just watch your step.

- There you go.
- Where are you taking me?

Very well. There you go.
Hang in there.

Hey, get me out of here!

Help!

Let me out of...

I'm going to be eaten alive!

He'll kill you first,
then he'll eat you.

Last time that bear ate a lawyer

he had the runs for 33 days.

No! No!

If only you'd just let me go
here.

I don't want your money.

It just might be a good idea

to feed that bear
a bottle of beer.

It keeps him occupied.

Beers a dollar a bottle.

A dollar a bottle?
You call that justice?

Justice is the handmaiden
of law.

You said law was the handmaiden
of justice.

- I'm being eaten alive!
- Works both ways.

After the passing
of approximately 93 bottles

the Judge and I
came to an arrangement.

Since I had only
nine dollars left

I was in a poor
bargaining position.

It seemed that the Judge
found me valuable

in defending prisoners who had
financial resources elsewhere.

A spirited defense might
unearth these resources.

I agreed
to split the fees 60-40.

I soon had a burgeoning
law practice established.

But I never forgot what that
egomaniac had done to me.

I intended to repay
the Judge in full someday

and I had allies.

And your hat, it's
ravishing. Absolutely ravishing.

It's good to see you.

An act of God,
like the Grand Canyon.

Haven't you two had enough
for one night?

Well, it's way past my bedtime.

I'm going home.

The ancient Greeks worshipped
at the feet of Aphrodite.

They loved mortal women as well.

The same goes for me.

Goodnight, Judge.

And her...

and Miss Lillie.

Get out of that bucket!

You drink beer,
and a bear that eats glue.

It's uncivilized.

A man has two loves...

an unattainable Goddess...

and a mortal woman.

And he loves the mortal
woman twice as much

for having worshipped
Lillie Langtry.

Hey, you bear.

Hey, bear!

I'll have your head.
I don't want to hear that!

I don't, I don't, I don't!

Don't you give me any back talk.

Rather have your tail kicked.

Skin you alive,
use you for a doormat.

Your heart's blacker
than your hide.

You're no gentleman, never was.

Shame on you, Judge!
Quarreling with a bear!

You didn't see what
he did to Miss Lillie.

He defiled her.

He licked her dear face...

breathed on her...

with his beer-foul breath.

On that night, an historic
and tragic attempt

was made on the Judge's life.

No one had ever seen
the assassin before

or knew his motives.

But my humble opinion,

it was Lawyer Gass
put him up to it.

That bear's drunker than I am.

It ain't just the bear.

Bear?

What's going on?

- Judge? Judge?
- Are you alright?

Maria, open the door.

- Judge?
- You alright, Judge?

- Bart?
- What's going on here, Bart?

- My God, who's that?
- Judge, you alright?

- Judge, what happened?
- What's happened here?

Lookie here, there's the bear.

- The fella sure is dead.
- What's wrong with bear?

He's as dead as you can get.

- Anybody know him?
- What a mess.

Anybody know this
one-armed man here?

He's a dead as you can get.

What the hell was
he doing in here?

I don't know what he's doing
in here at this time of night.

Let's have a drink to the bear.

Yeah.

There'll be no drink...

Wasted on that bear.

Wasn't worth a hoot in hell.

He'd make a spectacle of himself

for anyone with a dollar.

And he laid his profaned
paws on Miss Lillie.

I've killed human men

for less than what he did.

Alright, men, let's get this
assassin outside and bury him.

Bury him?

No. I want him
stuck on a cactus.

Reduced to flies and ants.

I don't...

I don't want him
in the same ground with bear.

I don't!

You take his feet.

Put that arm there on his chest.

His teeth have been
blunted in his head.

The great teeth of a young bear.

He saw that the wicked
were carried away

as in a whirlwind.

But there is a reward
for the righteous

the courageous, and the loyal

and that reward includes beer,

plums, and grapes,

and bears like Lillie Langtry.

The reward will be given
in heaven

where I got no jurisdiction.

Verily, it has come to pass.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Amen.

It's all changing.

The country's changing.

The railroad's coming.

People pass by
and look out the window

and never know what it took
to make all this.

They won't know about the bear.

They won't know about me.

I guess it doesn't matter.

I'm going to have
your baby in the spring.

A son.

Make it a son.

I need a son.

King Louis XIV, King of France,
had 103 of 'em.

A man can't live forever.

A man is mortal.

Look at her, the brazen hussy.

You don't suppose
he'll marry her, do you?

Heaven forbid. A Mexican?

Well, the little bastard

would be the only thing in town
without his name on it.

There is nothing worse than
a harlot turned respectable.

A reformed anything
is bad enough

but a reformed harlot
is a direct wrath of the devil.

Seems that those who have spent
time giving pleasure for profit

are all the more zealous

when it comes
to dealing out misery.

Have you got a minute, Judge?

What's on your mind, Bart?

We'd like to talk
to you about something.

Go right ahead.

The railroad's a-coming.

But we don't think the train's
even going to stop here

what with men hanging

right out in clear view.

Don't get us wrong, Judge.

We ain't against hanging.

We just feel that

it should be done
more private like.

Yeah. Yeah, in-in Dallas

they do it in a barn
outside of town.

In a barn?

Like they was ashamed of it?

Why, I'd rather give up hanging.

No, sir. The law says that the
guilty shall be punished.

And I say it shall be done
in broad daylight in the open

not sneaking around

like you was the ones
that was guilty, not them.

Well, what about
the ladies, Judge?

Their delicate sensibilities?

And the children?

The children?

It's exactly what children need.
It sets an example.

It shows them what'll happen
if they don't walk

the straight and narrow.

Well, don't get riled, Judge.

I know who put those
ideas in your heads.

Well, they don't
deserve any opinions.

I'll do the thinking
around here.

And you can tell that
to your whores!

I mean, your wives.

There are several reasons
advanced for the fall of Rome.

The decline of the military,

increase in the savage hordes.

But I got my own opinion.

Here they come again, Judge.

I think it was
those Roman baths.

Roman generals
didn't even bother to fight

their own wars no more.

Swam around in scented oil,

lollygagging with the slaves,

stuffing themselves
with larks' tongues.

We're here
for a showdown, Judge.

Showdown?

- Yes, sir, it is.
- About what?

It weren't right you calling
our wives what you did.

I forgot what I called 'em.

Well, the word don't
bear repetition.

Whores.

Well, they may have been
once about a time

but today, they're respectable,
married ladies.

Piss on 'em!

There you go again, Judge.

Lower your voice, for God sakes.

We're in enough trouble already.

It's like this, they heard what
you called 'em.

They say we should
defend their honor.

Yeah, they called us cowards,
craven cowards.

Said they're going to lock us
out of our houses

unless you apologize.

- Apologize?
- And they're hopping mad.

Do us a favor, will you, Judge?

They're standing
out there waiting.

Go to them real hangdog like

as though we made you ask
for their pardon.

Hangdog?

I understand
you've taken exception

to my calling you whores.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

I ask you to note that,

that I did not call you
callous ass strumpets,

fornicatresses,

or low-born gutter sluts.

But I did say whores.

No escaping that.

And for that slip of the tongue.

I apologize.

"Miss Lillie Langtry and company"

"have recently embarked
on an Easter tour"

"of the midwestern
and southwestern states."

"They will perform
one evening only

"in the following cities,
Chicago, April 1st.

"Kansas City, April 6th

San Antonio, April 11th."

My God, Judge.

She's coming to San Antonio.

They say that she is...
at her incomparable best

in The Fool's Revenge.

You should go and see her

before she grows old and fat.

Miss Lillie's beauty
is timeless.

Anyway...

I can't.

Why not?

Too busy.

I got all those
civic responsibilities,

criminals to prosecute,

station house going up,

babies being born.

We will wait.

Get the Sears & Roebuck.

I'll need the proper attire.

When people go
to see Miss Lillie,

they get dressed
for the occasion.

They wear tails.

Tails?

That's right, tails.

Coat, vest, and pants, $11.40.

Boy!

I'd like a seat in the middle
of the front row, please.

Mister, we don't have a seat

in the middle of the front row
or anywhere else.

I see.
How much will it be, $100?

- A hundred dollars?
- 200, if necessary.

Just a minute.

Programs! Get your programs!

I'm sorry, sir, we've been sold
out for two days.

Price is no object.

I'm sorry, sir,
we have no more seats.

Well, find some. I'm Roy Bean.

Judge Roy...

The fabulous Lillie Langtry

as she appears
in "The Fool's Revenge."

Programs!
Get your programs here!

Sir, I will give you
$200 for your ticket.

Nonsense.

Could I buy
your ticket for $200?

I'll give anybody in this
theater $200 for a ticket.

Two hundred dollars.

Take your hands off me.
I'm Judge Roy Bean.

Be easy on us, Your Honor.

Leave peaceable.

I'll go by myself.

I'll give you $400
for your ticket.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

I heard you with them police.

- Get away, boy.
- I'm trying to do you a favor.

- Go away, boy.
- I work for the opera house.

I wouldn't do this
for nobody else.

Come on.

I mean, you being
a Judge and all

and talking about
Miss Langtry and all.

Hey, how'd you like to meet her?

You know Miss Lillie?

I put her flowers
in fresh water every morning.

Part of my job.

Did you notice any red and white
roses there today?

Red and white? Red and white?

Did you send those, Your Honor?

They was beautiful
beyond belief.

Miss Lillie like 'em?

Well, I can't
rightly say, Your Honor.

You see, roses ain't
her favorite flower.

But she appreciated the thought.

What is her favorite flower?

Tulips.

This year it was tulips.
That's what it was, alright.

Tulips?

You can get me back there?

Sure. I know the stage door
guard real good.

You can watch
from the wings, Your Honor.

It's the best seat in the house.

But it's going to cost you.

I mean, I got to make
a living, too.

A hundred dollars?

And you can
keep the change, son.

Thanks, Your Honor.

This gentleman

is a friend of Miss Langtry's.

He'd like to see her.

I can't let him in.
I got orders.

He's a Judge.

Well, seeing he's a Judge...

but I can't risk
my job for nothing.

Give him something.

Only a fin, Your Honor,
we don't want to spoil him.

- How are you, Tector?
- Glad to have you back, Judge.

- Glad to be back.
- How was your trip?

Memorable. Memorable.

How'd you know
I was on that train?

I didn't know.
I was just hoping.

Hoping?

Maria Elena's been
calling for you.

The baby's fine,
but Maria Elena...

she ain't...

We sent for the doctor
four days ago, Judge.

Ought to been here by now.

What's going on here?

What kind of a...

a welcome is this?

I can't abide you lying in bed.

You had the baby.

You should...

be standing on your hind legs.

I'm sorry it's a girl.

Don't change the subject.

I can't abide you
like that at all pale and warm.

It ain't becoming...
for my bride-to-be.

How did she look?

Who?

Miss Lillie.

Her.

Had other things on my mind...

Music boxes and the like.

I expect you'll be
dancing to this...

tomorrow.

Tonight.

You'll be dancing to it tonight.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

I won't have it.

You'll be dancing
to this tonight.

That's my ruling, by dobbs.

Maria.

Maria?

Howdy, Judge.

Would have been here
two days sooner

except the doc was on a drunk.

Well, he ain't
in very good condition.

Got away from us once
but we caught him

and throwed him
in the Pecos River.

Hey! Wake up, doc.
Come on, wake up.

You're here. Wake up.
Get on out of here.

Get out.

You may take me to the patient.

Hang him.

No.

I'll hang him.

No. Judge.

No. No, please.

My God. No. No. Judge.

Judge, no. No.

No. No, please.

No. Judge, please don't.

No. No, please don't.

What is going on here?

You! Put that man down, sir.

What is the meaning of this?

He's hanging the doctor.

Well, you stop him. I forbid it.

I am the mayor.
You are my officers

and as mayor of this town,
I demand that you do your duty

and put a halt to these
illegal proceedings.

Hanging is the outlaw's
path to glory...

and much too good
for the likes of you.

Judge, I think I should
tell you that...

in your absence,
a town meeting was held...

Shut up, Gass.

During the course of which
I was, duly appointed mayor.

Gass!

They voted for me, Judge

by a show of hands.

Our wives' fault, Judge.
They kept at us.

I'm going home and beat mine.

Judge, can't we just pretend
it never happened?

Sure. That's a good idea, Judge.

Bygones is bygones.

The Judge left everything
he owned or built

rode off into the desert
just like he came.

Time and the country
just swallowed him up.

Some say he never did return.
Like the historians.

They call it
"A Romantic Fabrication."

Hell, what do they know?

How would anybody know better
than me? I was there.

I saw it with my own eyes

but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I took the Judge's little girl

and raised her as my own.

Little Rose
grew like a young colt.

Lawyer Gass, he took over.

With a carpet bag full of papers

he was able to steal
the same land

that the Judge
had wrested from the devil

with a gun and a rope.

Civilization.

It was steps going down
for the Judge's marshals.

Gass fired 'em, and they
was forced to seek livelihoods

beneath their stations.

It didn't take long for their
wives to ditch 'em, either.

As she grew

Rose read the same books
the Judge had read.

I think she thought of him

the same as one of them
ancient Roman Gods.

Looking back

we had in the person
of Teddy Roosevelt

the finest president
in the history of this country.

He had the spirit
and determination

that matched the times
and the land.

Then the women got the vote

and everything went to hell.

While our boys was overseas
fighting the Kaiser

the women
got prohibition put in.

Drinking and gambling and
whoring were declared unlawful.

All those things
which come natural to men

became crimes.

They went right on doing 'em,
of course, but in hiding.

And as if things
weren't bad enough

oil was discovered
in West Texas.

Hoodlums came crawling
out of the woodwork.

Politicians and crime lords
were bedfellows

and cops became pimps.

It was a generation of vipers.

Gass became the oil-richest
man in Texas.

He hired killers and thugs
from the east to run things

and kept order
with his special police.

Those that stood in his way

were shot down in gang wars.

Blood soaked in the mud
of Langtry again.

Miss Bean, when I acquired
the Jersey Lily

it was without foreknowledge

of the resources
that lay beneath.

I mean, it's hardly my fault
that oil was struck here.

Well, you just remember your
dear father's dream, Miss Bean...

Hotels, refineries, factories.

You keep my father's
name out of this.

Miss Bean, I am bending over
backwards to be fair.

Take your time about leaving.

One week or two weeks.

You take your time,
too, Mr. Gass.

Take a second.

Take two seconds.

And then git.

I said git!

Be out of there by midnight

or you shall be evicted.

Evict us? Let 'em try.

Rose, you don't stand a chance.
The law's on his side.

- The law.
- Yes. Law.

I didn't say nothing
about justice.

Uncle Tector.

Yes?

That man on horseback...

He looks like...

something out
of an old picture book.

Don't often see a man
ride a horse

through this town anymore.

Just some...
old-timer who don't know

that civilization
is set in here.

Civilization? We're not going
to let it swallow us up.

I won't stand by and see
my father's house,

the birthplace of law and order,

turned into a gasoline station.

Rose, there's nothing
we can do about it.

I am a Bean, and we Beans

just don't know
when we're licked.

Rose.

Uncle Tector,

let's give them hell.

You drunken bum.
Stay out of here.

Bart. Big Bart jackson.

Yes, sir, Judge.

What are you doing
wallowing in the mud

in broad daylight
like a common drunk?

I reckon that's what
I've become, Judge.

A common drunk.

Shame on you for admitting it.

Life's dealt me one bad hand
after another, Judge,

since you went away.

What kind of talk is that

for a man of strong moral fiber?

I've slowly
come unraveled, Judge.

Stand up, Bart Jackson,
on your hind legs.

Yes, sir, Judge.

Yes, sir, Judge.

Unbutton your ears.

Yes, sir, Judge.

I want you to find Nick The Grub.

Fermel Parlee,
and Whorehouse Lucky Jim

wherever they are.

Yes, sir, Judge.

- And meet me.
- Meet you?

- At moonrise.
- Meet you at moonrise?

Where?

The bear's monument. Where else?

Yes, sir, Judge.

Where else?

Here we go.

Who's there?

Judge Roy Bean
and four marshals.

'Tain't neither.

Who do you think you're fooling?

He's back, Tector. Open up.

Hello, Tector.

And you are my daughter.

She is.

What's your name?

Rose. After the song.

You take after your mother.

Sometimes she takes after you.

How old are you?

Twenty.

God almighty.

I've been gone that long?

Yes.

No wonder I feel
like a stranger.

Where you been, Judge?

Down the pike.

Down the pike.

Whiskey, Tector. Cactus whiskey.

You ain't spoke yet.

Maybe you got nothing to say.

I wouldn't blame you if you
never spoke to me at all.

I ain't been no kind
of a father.

You're always here, pa.

You and ma and the watch-bear
and Miss Lillie.

It'll be a little while,
I reckon.

Care to play a few hands?

Come on over here and sit where
your ma used to sit.

I open for a .38.

Call.

I'll call the .38...

and raise you two .45s.

Not today.

Yeah. I'm out, too.

I'll call.

I'll call.

I call.

- Call.
- Call.

I'll take three.

They're coming, them
brown-shirted bastards.

Four abreast.

I got a pat hand.

So do I.

Open in the name of the law.

You're being evicted
on orders from Mayor Gass.

Open up in the name of the law.

Take cover, men!

Pull that car over there

and shine the lights.

Vacate those premises
immediately

or face the consequences.

We've stood for this
long enough.

Raze that place.

We must be done with beanism!

Check.

That eyesore.

That dreadful,
barbarous shack...

Three .45s.

The infamous Roy Bean.

I'll call you
and raise you three .45s.

- I'll fold.
- Yeah.

I'll call.

Thought I was bluffing,
didn't you?

Queen-high straight.

I got a queen-high flush.

Tector Crites.

Rose Bean.

Come out, or we'll burn you out.

Who are you?

Justice, you sons of bitches.

Pa.

For Texas

and Miss Lillie!

The fires raged and died.

The wells dried up.

The wind blew the ashes away

and sand covered the stars.

The desert reclaimed its own.

Can I be of any assistance,
Miss Langtry?

How did you know
my name, good man?

Why, everyone around here

knows what you look like,
Miss Langtry.

Everyone?

We been waiting for you
near to 30 years.

- "We?"
- Tector and me.

We'uns the only
ones left, ma'am.

Come on. There's a lot to see.

The reason I walk
this way, ma'am...

Both my toes next
to the big ones

shot off by
the original Bad Bob.

Mind the cactus.

This here
is Tector Crites, ma'am.

He's the curator
for the Judge Roy Bean Museum.

How do you do, Mr. Crites?

This here is the Jersey Lily.

It was named after...

you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Just like the town.

Genuine hanging rope.
Notice the noose.

Frayed around the edges.

It's the Judge's favorite.

Well, I seem to be everywhere.

The Judge always said
it was a shrine to you, ma'am.

The Judge?

Whatever happened
to that funny old Judge?

He hasn't written
to me in years.

The Judge cashed
in his chips, ma'am.

He passed away.

I am sorry.

I see.

Is that a bullet hole
through my heart?

Yes, it is, ma'am.

They was wild men in those days.

Who did it?

Snake River Rufus Krile
did that, I believe.

- Yeah.
- What became of him?

The Judge shot him... dead.

Dead dead.

Then he fined him
for some other crimes

and then later we hanged him.

Most appropriate.

The Judge must have been
quite a character.

He was, ma'am. That he was.

His boots will be forever empty.

Billy, get Rose's picture.

The Judge's daughter
got married last spring

to an army aviator.

He's an ace in the war
against the Kaiser.

His plane ran out of fuel.

He landed in the street
out here.

That's how they met.

How charming.

Is this the Judge's pistol?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you suppose I might buy it?

The Judge wouldn't hear of that.

He would want you to have it

as a souvenir.

There's something else
he would want you to have.

I found it on the bar there

right after the fire.

It's addressed to you...

in his own hand.

My dearest Lillie.

I take pen in hand to write you

for this very last time.

I wish to tell you that
although I have never seen you

or heard the sound of your voice.

I have carried you with me
in my heart always.

Your presence on this Earth

has given me
strength and dignity

becoming to a gentleman.

Helped me to drive away the cold

of my long and lonely night.

I wish to say, lastly,

it has been an honor
to adore you.

God willing

sometime in this life
or afterwards

I may yet stand in your light

and declare myself
forever and ever

your ardent admirer
and champion.

Judge Roy Bean.

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