All language subtitles for Last.Train.From.Gun.Hill.1959

Where you going in such a hurry?

Come on, honey, not so fast.

Slow down.

- Giddyap.
- How about a drink, squaw-missy?

No!

No!

- Marshal.
- Marshal.

- Marshal Morgan!
- Marshal Morgan!

- Marshal. Marshal!
- Hey. Hey, what is this, a raid?

Where's petey? We've been over
to the house, he's not there.

He's at the reservation
with his mother, visiting her folks.

They'll be back this afternoon. Why?

I bet you fellas got some
business deal cooking with petey?

He was gonna show us the gun
you used in the old days

when you killed the Bradley boys.

He was, was he?

And then he was gonna show us
how you did it.

You've heard that story lots of times.

You tell us, marshal.

- Come on, Mr. Morgan.
- I got a lot of work to do.

- Come on, come on, please!
- All right, all right.

Come on.

- What's this?
- Just feeding the kids

a little hokey-pokey about
the old days. The Bradley brothers.

Standing at the window
when I first heard the Bradley boys.

- Now, just like this.
- It wasn't hokey-pokey, Matt.

I don't think these kids
believe half of it anyhow.

I opened the door very easy.

Very easy.

Down the street,
where the ice-cream parlor is,

there used to be a dance hall,
a very evil place called...

- Pink poodle.
- That's right.

Now, one of the Bradley boys
was up on the roof there.

Jeb, over there on the stoop
with a shotgun.

And right across the street was frank.
Boy, he was a real mean one.

I wish I would've been around then,
in the olden times.

Yes, sir,
those sure were the olden times.

- Must have been nine, ten years ago.
- Shucks.

Don't even get to hear a gun
in the territory anymore.

Well, you be glad of that.
Now, I was standing here just so.

Now, my hands at my side.

And I tell you, I expected to hear
those guns go off any minute.

- Now you see those two bullet holes?
- One was from Jeb Bradley.

And the other from his brother frank.

Now, don't go rushing me, boys.

No, those bradleys were a mean bunch.

- Then what'd you do, marshal.
- Well, I tell you, sir,

I drew, aimed...

What happened, son? Tell me.

Here, calm down, son.
Here, tell your dad.

- Where's your mother?
- Back on the road.

What happened, petey?

Andy, get some help.

Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Rick belden.

Where you been hiding yourself, boy?
Sure have missed you.

Is that right, minnie?

What'd you miss about me?
I don't understand it.

I don't have to draw no pictures
for you, boy.

What happened to your face?

Vamoose, will you, minnie?
I'm busy right now.

Why, that looks like somebody
scratched you.

Somebody with long fingernails.

I told you to get out of here, minnie.

It does me good, Rick, see somebody
scratch you for a change.

It's a nice, deep scratch.

- I told you to mind your own business.
- Take it easy, Rick.

- That's no way to treat a girl.
- What else you got to say?

- Now, hold it.
- Rick.

You got something to say?

Anybody got something to say,
come on, say it.

All right. Come on, kid, let's go.

- What do you want?
- I don't want nothing, Rick boy.

- It's your pappy wants you.
- It seems you borrowed something

belonging to him
and forgot to bring it back.

So let's go.

Your pappy's might unhappy
about you, boy.

All right. Now, tell me again.
How did he lose it?

Well, we stopped to have a beer,
Mr. belden.

I don't know, somebody must've thieved
them horses while we were in there.

While you was having your beer, right?

That's how it looks, Mr. belden.

- What town did you say this was?
- Pawley.

- You know pawley, Mr. belden.
- Yes, yes, I know pawley.

Ain't been a horse stole
in pawley in ten years.

Very civilized in pawley.

I guess somebody
didn't know the rules.

Here he is, Mr. belden.

- Hey, hey. Hi, old boy.
- Hey, pa.

- Hey, did you have a nice trip?
- Fine.

Hear you come in on the noon train?

Yeah, that's right.
Where are the horses?

- I don't know, pa.
- Well, Lee here says they got stole.

- Is that right?
- Yes, sir.

We was having a beer up in pawley.

Hey, you took my saddle.
Is that stole, too?

Yes, sir.

That saddle means an awful lot to me.
You know that, Rick.

- Yes, sir, I know it does.
- I want it back.

Well, I figure I could
pay you for it, pa.

You can take it out of my wages
every month.

I don't want the money,
I want that saddle.

Anybody else take my saddle,

get it stole from under him,
you know what I'd do?

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

- What's that on your face?
- Nothing.

Come here. Come here.
Let me look at that.

- Ain't nothing, pa.
- What do you mean?

That looks like a scratch.

Take a she-bear
to lay a welt that deep.

Yeah.

One of those little she-bear
they got over in pawley.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, Rick would do better
fighting with men.

- Do you hear what beero said?
- Yes, sir.

You gonna let him talk like that?

Man, I'd hit him.

He's just joking, pa.

What's your name?

- Come on, boy, what's your name?
- Belden.

- What? I can't hear you, boy.
- Belden.

- What? Then be a belden!
- Belden.

- Hit him.
- Pa...

No man jokes like that with a belden.
Now, you hit him.

- Beero.
- Yes, beero.

If you don't, I'm gonna knock you
right through that wall.

Now, you hit him.

Beero, don't you pull your punches.

That's enough. Come on, son, get up.

Get up.

Now, get out.

Rick, I've told you before.
Somebody insults you, you hit him.

I don't care if you win or lose,
but you fight. Do you understand?

Sure, pa. I understand.

So you got mixed up with a she-bear?

Yeah.

Rick, I want that saddle
and the man who stole it.

Petey all right?

Yeah. He's asleep now.

You and I,
we track them from the wagon,

from where they have
killed my daughter.

We find them. Even if they gone
to Mexico, we find them.

Don't have to, keno.

I know who this saddle belongs to.

- Who?
- Belden.

Craig belden? Yeah.

All we've got to do is call up
the sheriff at gun hill

and have him put a hold on him.

I know Craig belden better
than I know you.

I used to work with him,
ride with him.

He saved my life once.

He'd never get mixed up
in a thing like this.

I still think we better
call the sheriff.

Sit down, Andy.

Belden must have 20 or 30 men
riding for him.

Could be any one of them.

I'm gonna deliver his saddle.

Andy, get me a ticket
on the train to gun hill.

- I go with you.
- No, keno.

I don't want you
getting mixed up in this.

I go. She was my daughter.

She was my wife.

You kill him.
Kill him slow, the Indian way.

I'll kill him. My own way.

- Is this the car?
- That's right, lady.

I'm sorry, but those are the rules.

Right here, ma'am.
Been saving it just for you.

- Pardon me.
- No, thank you.

- Would you mind lighting it for me?
- No.

Thank you.

That's a mighty handsome saddle
you have there.

- How far you traveling, mister?
- Gun hill.

I live there.
I've been to laredo in a hospital.

- You ever been in a hospital?
- No.

You married?

Sure you are. You got the look.

I can always tell the ones
that are married.

You got any kids?

- One.
- Boy or girl?

- Boy.
- That's nice.

Say, what are you
going to gun hill for?

Guess it's none of my business?

Look, mister, if you don't wanna talk,
why don't you just say so.

Lady, it's just that I don't feel
like talking.

All right.

Listen, it's not a very good idea
to carry a gun where you're going.

I don't know who you are, but,
you see, I know who that belongs to.

So do I.

- Hello, Linda.
- Hello.

- Where's Mr. belden?
- He couldn't come.

I'll handle this.
Take her out to the ranch.

I'm not going to the ranch.
Take me to the Harper house.

- Mr. belden isn't gonna like that.
- Get her bag and take care of her.

- I'll tell Mr. belden.
- All right.

Say, when's the night train
leave here for pawley?

- Last train's at 9:00.
- Thank you.

You work for Craig belden?

You tell him I'm coming.

Board!

Do you know where I can hire a rig?

- Yeah, right at the end of the street.
- Thank you.

He showed up, Mr. belden,
the horse thief.

He did?

- Where?
- At the station.

He's got your saddle.

You talk to him?

All he said was
to tell you he's coming.

He did?

Where's Linda?

- Was she on the train?
- She wouldn't come out here.

She went to the Harper house.

- Harper house? Why?
- I don't know, Mr. belden.

Well, let's take care of this fellow
with the saddle first.

Probably fixing to collect himself
a little reward.

Well, he'll get it. He'll get it.

Take this saddle
into the harness room.

You need me, Mr. belden?

Have it cleaned up.

Matt?

Hello, Craig.

Hey. Matt Morgan!

Hey, you old... and I was coming up
here to shellac a horse thief.

I swear I wouldn't take
a million dollars for this.

- I brought your saddle back.
- Yeah. Yeah, I see you did.

- Where'd you find it?
- A long ways from home.

- Clear to pawley.
- Did you catch the horse thieves?

- I will.
- That'll keep. Come on in.

Hey, we got a lot of drinking
to catch up on.

Lot of years, Craig. Yeah.

Well, how do you like it?
Not bad for an old saddle tramp.

You haven't changed much
except for this.

Yeah. The heck with it.

Here, we'll drink to old times
and friendship.

You know, Matt, I must admit,

I don't think I've made a friend
since you and me split up.

I've... I've bought a few, though.
Come on, sit down.

Hey.

Who'd ever think that you'd turn out
to be a marshal?

I finally figured out
the other side didn't pay.

Yeah. To the law.

Matt.

You know, I sure wish you'd come in
with me when I wanted you to.

I got this whole part
of the country sewed up.

I'll tell you what.

- You can still be a partner.
- No, thanks.

I kind of like what I'm doing.
Yeah?

I got this whole spread,
I got nobody left but Rick.

That's my boy.

- My wife died.
- I didn't know that.

Yeah, nine years ago.
Well, that's the way it goes.

You spend all your life
working for something,

all of a sudden, the reason
you wanted it is gone.

Here, let me give you another drink.

- Craig, tell me about that saddle.
- Well, Rick borrowed it.

He was going up to dodge city
for a couple of days,

he and a friend of his named Lee.

On the way back,
they stopped at pawley for a drink.

When they come out, the...

The horses was gone
and my saddle, too.

What day was that?

Let me see. That was last Sunday.

That's the day my wife was killed.

Your wife?

Yeah. Those fellas that got your
saddle, they murdered my wife.

- That's why I want them.
- Gee, I'm sorry, Matt.

Here I been talking about
a couple of damn horses.

There's no wonder you're after them.

Matt, if there's anything you need,

men, anything, you know where to come.

I'll ride with you.

You know, I was in my office straight
through the day that it happened.

It's funny that your son didn't report
having those horses stolen.

Well, they probably
never thought of it.

You know, nobody around here goes
to a marshal. They all come to me.

Matt, do you have anything to go on?

As far as I can see,
those fellas could

walk right through that door,
you wouldn't know them?

I wouldn't know them both,
but I'd know one of them.

Why, that's better. How?

My wife got him across the face
with the lash.

- Petey was there.
- Petey?

Why, I got a son, too.

Nine years old,
and he was there, Craig.

Petey says she laid his cheek open
to the bone.

Well, that's something.

You know, a cut like that would leave
a Mark for quite some time.

Yeah, I guess it would.

I think I better have a talk
with your son, Rick, and his friend.

Well, they're not here, Matt.

Besides, they couldn't tell you
any different than they told me.

They was in a bar in pawley,
and their animals got stole.

That's all there is to it.

- Is that what your boy told you?
- Well, that's what they both told me.

Which one's got the cut, Craig?
“What?

The Mark on his face, here,
where my wife lashed him

before they raped her
and murdered her.

Now, what are you talking about, Matt?

I'm talking about your son, Rick.
He's a liar.

- Matt...
- He's a liar!

We got two saloons in pawley.
They're both closed on Sunday.

Well, maybe I got the story wrong.
Maybe it wasn't on a Sunday.

- How do I...
- Which one's got the cut, Craig?

- It was your boy, wasn't it?
- No, Matt.

- Wasn't it?
- No, Matt, it wasn't.

I'll find out, Craig.
It takes me years, I'll find him.

And he'll still have that cut.

Suppose I could locate them for you.

I'd take them both back to pawley.

They'll stand trial
for rape and murder.

Matt, you're my best friend.

I'd do anything in the world for you.

But you leave that boy alone.
This is my son you're talking about.

No, Craig,
it's my wife we're talking about.

You don't lay a finger on that boy!

You're leaving on the next train.

I own the sheriff. I own this town.
I own every man in it.

You're leaving
on the next train, Matt.

All right, Craig, the last train
leaves at 9:00. I'll be on it.

But there'll be two men with me,

and one of them will have
a cut on his cheek.

Beero!

- Sheriff bartlett?
- What do you want sheriff for?

Got two John Doe
warrants to serve here.

It's customary to inform
the local peace officer.

Won't be necessary in this case.

It's customary for the sheriff
to cooperate, furnish deputies...

We've got our own customaries,
Mr. Morgan.

Anyway, the sheriff ain't around.

- When's he coming back?
- He ain't coming back.

What are you, a deputy?

Don't matter much what you call me.

- I'm calling you yellow.
- It's your privilege.

I'm all for law and order, marshal,

but a lawman"s gotta
take the long view.

You see that big hotel
up the end of the street?

Owned by Mr. belden.

Those cattle pens
by the tracks east of town?

Belden and son.

He owns a livery stable,
couple saloons.

Some people even say
he owns the town council.

So like I tell you,
a lawman's gotta take the long view.

Far as I'm concerned,
you can go out in the street

and get yourself killed
anytime you want to.

But you know something?

Forty years from now,
the weeds'll grow

just as pretty on my grave
as they will on yours

and nobody'll even remember
that I was yellow

or that you died like a fool.

That's your long view, son.

Always take the long view.

I got two warrants,
and I'm gonna serve them.

I'm leaving town with two men.

And the long view is this,
don't try to stop me.

You lied to me about that saddle.

Now, wait a minute, pa.

Rick, you lied to me.

Listen, Mr. belden,
we weren't lying...

I listened to you before.

And you lied to me, both of you.

It was because we were scared, pa.

You know I wouldn't lie to you.

You got plenty of reason to be scared.

What are you talking about, pa?

You know damn well
what I'm talking about.

That woman up in pawley.

We didn't mean to hurt her, pa.
Honest, we didn't.

Look, Mr. belden, we were just trying
to have a little fun, that's all.

Pa, you said yourself
there ain't nothing

prettier than a cherokee squaw.

It was an accident, pa. She must have
hit her head on a rock or something.

You know who that woman was?

She wasn't nobody, Mr. belden.
I'll take an oath on that.

Just an Indian squaw.

Get out of here before I kill you.

You keep your worthless butt
off my property, hear?

Rick.

I thought I made a man out of you.

It wasn't my fault, pa, I told you
that. It wasn't nobody's fault.

I don't know what you're making
such a fuss about.

Lee was right. She wasn't nothing
but an Indian squaw.

I'll tell you who that woman was.

That was Matt Morgan's wife.

You know what I think of Morgan.
You've heard me talk about him enough.

That was my friend's wife you killed.

It was an accident, pa,
I told you that.

He's come to get you.
He's got a warrant, a hanging warrant.

If I was Matt, I wouldn't serve
that warrant. I'd kill you.

I ain't afraid of Morgan.
I can take care of myself.

Yeah, you can take care of yourself.

I'm going into town.

Rick, you take beero
and skag with you.

- I don't need no bodyguards, pa.
- Who do you think you're up against?

Some field hand? This is Matt Morgan.

Now, you do what I tell you. And
don't you do a thing till I get there.

Beero, skag, you get in here.

Pa, what's gonna happen to Lee?

He'll be drunk in an hour.

I gotta tell you something, pa.

- It wasn't Lee's fault.
- He'll be drunk in an hour.

If Matt finds him,
he'll be dead in two.

I just hope that eases Matt's hurt.

I'm looking for Rick belden.

- Know where I can find him?
- What you want him for, marshal?

I'd like to talk to him
and his friend Lee.

- Ain't never heard of them.
- Maybe you got the wrong town.

No, I got the right town.

Maybe I'm talking to the wrong people.

That's the only kind we got.

Well, before we're through,
you're gonna have two less.

Well, now, that's right nasty
of you, marshal.

We did hear some rumor
about some Indian girl, but...

Hereabouts we don't arrest a man
for killing an Indian,

we give him a bounty.

What'll it be, marshal?

Whiskey.

Look, marshal,
it's none of my business,

but I'd like to give you
a little free advice.

- "Get out of town"?
- That's right.

How much?

It's on the house,
just like the advice.

Of course, you wouldn't know
where to find them.

If they were standing right
next to you, I wouldn't tell you.

I got a family, marshal.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Isn't there anybody in this town
that's not afraid of Craig belden?

Sure. Graveyard's full of them.

I'm not afraid of Craig belden.

What are you doing
in a place like this?

I was raised in places like this.

That makes two of us.

Everybody tells me you're gonna
get yourself killed today.

- Is that what they say?
- It's what they say.

Just like Jimmy.

Fella I used to know. Just like you.

Always wanted
to make everything right.

He had a heart as big as a house
and a brain the size of a pea.

Well, I suppose you wouldn't know
where I could find

- Rick belden either, would you?
- No.

But I know where I'd look.

Where?

That gin mill across the street.

It's called Charlie's place,
but Craig belden counts the cash.

Thanks.

And if any of the girls try
and tell you how wonderful you are,

don't believe them.
I know, I used to deal there.

Just like Jimmy, stubborn as a mule.

Next time you see Jimmy, say hello.
We seem to have a lot in common.

Maybe more than you know. He's dead.

They shot him down in the street.

Six, deuce, pair of fives, ten, three.

- You're high, Charlie.
- $5.

I'll call it.

- Six. Where you going, Rick?
- Be back.

He's fixing to get
his face scratched again.

Pair of tens.

- Can't a girl get some sleep?
- Sorry.

Don't make any noise.

- Pair of threes.
- $5.

Hey, Rick,
what are you doing up there?

Will you let him alone, skag?

Come on, Rick, we're fixing to shoot
a little red dog. We need your money.

All right, everybody up.

Just keep away from those guns.

All right, on your feet.

All right, one at a time. In there.

Start moving.

Morgan, you must be out of your mind.

Get in there.

I need one of your jail cells
until train time, sheriff.

Cells are all locked, and I wouldn't
know where to find the keys.

Pretty bad bump you put
on that boy's head.

Mr. belden ain't gonna like it.

Reckon he's got plenty of time
to handle it.

Evening train ain't due
for about six hours.

You'll never get him on it.

You been lucky so far, Morgan.

The tough part's still ahead.

You're gonna turn this place
into a shooting gallery.

Get out of here and take him with you.

- I want a room.
- You can't stay here.

Mr. belden owns this hotel. You...
You're breaking the law.

I am the law.

Morgan's got your boy, Mr. belden.

Don't worry, I've never killed
an unarmed man in my life.

Or a woman, either.

He got him, Mr. belden.
He's up in that far room.

He jumped us right in the bar.
Rick was upstairs,

and Morgan came down
with him knocked out cold.

Cover the place.

Rick, can you hear me?

Yeah, pa.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, pa.

Matt.

Matt, I wanna come up.

You got something to say, say it.

I told you to leave town.

Are you tired of living,
or you just plain crazy?

Now, I got 20 men down here.

Now, you turn Rick loose.
You know the answer to that.

He's got me cuffed
to the bed up here, pal

Matt, now, this is your last chance.

You through?

All right.

All right, you call the turn.

Do me a favor, will you, Morgan?

Try walking in front of
that window again.

No.

No, make them stop. He's got
the bed in front of the window!

Hold it.

Aren't you gonna do anything
about it, Mr. belden?

Why don't we rush the place?
We can take him easy.

- After all, he's only one man.
- That's my son up there.

That's better. Not so noisy.

You're a goner, Morgan.

I know my old man.

Only way you gonna get
out of here is in a box.

Just so long as I got you with me.
That's the main thing.

Can't stay holed up forever.

Sooner or later,
he'll have to come out.

Charlie. Yeah.

Get doc rainey?

Where's skag?

He couldn't make it back.

Beero, why don't he
have sense and quit?

He don't stand a chance in hell.

Well, rushing him don't do no good.

Where are the other men?

Over at the horse shoe.

No, no, you Walt.

Pretty soon they'll be stampeding
in here to get liquored up.

Killing, blood, good gunfight.
Makes them thirsty.

You'd think they'd be buying already.
Two men dead.

Three. You're forgetting skag.

That wasn't a man.

Matt Morgan. You gotta admire
somebody with that much guts.

Okay, okay.

You look kind of lonesome, missy.

I haven't been lonesome
since I was 12 years old.

Like to buy you a little drink.

Later, missy. Later.

Hey, you think Morgan
will really make it?

No. I wish he would, though.
I'd love to see Craig's face.

Yeah.

I'll tell you one thing.

If Morgan does manage
to get the kid out of here,

it could really hurt Craig.

Probably the only thing in the world
that would hurt him.

- Where you going?
- Up to my room.

What, in Harper house?

The hotel where this fella
Morgan's holed up?

- You going in there?
- Why not? I live there.

Don't listen to her.
She's just pulling your leg.

She may walk in that lobby,
but she ain't going up them stairs.

Now, you know
you're not going in there.

How would you two like to put
your money where your mouths are?

I got $100 here that says
I not only go up there,

but I walk right into Morgan's room
and talk to him.

- I'll take half that bet.
- How about you, big mouth?

Boy, of all the stubborn women,
you take the cake.

All right.

- Who'll hold the bet?
- Put it in the cash register.

Linda.

Why didn't you come back to the ranch?

So you could beat me up again,
put me back in the hospital?

What'd you expect me to do,
after all I heard?

Rick told you those things.

Rick hates me.
He always has, and you know it.

When he tells you dirty, lying stories
about me, why do you believe him?

Why couldn't you just once believe me?

- Because he's my son.
- Well, what am I, nothing?

You know better than that.

Craig, it's not going to be
that way anymore.

What are you talking about?

Ten days I lay in that hospital,

and every one of those days,
I swore that we were through.

That I was through with this town
and through with you.

But you came back.

You told me something once.

You said you'd marry me.
Will you marry me?

Well, we can't talk about that now.
You know how Rick feels about...

Rick, Rick.

- Thanks, I've got my answer.
- Where are you going?

I'm going back to the hotel.

If I'm gonna get a job,
I have to dress the part.

You ain't going back to work.

You don't leave me
till I tell you to leave me.

You'll do nothing till this is over,
you hear?

All right,
but just until this is over.

What's all this about you
being able to talk to Morgan?

You know him?

Yes, I know him.
I met him on the train.

Linda. Morgan was my closest friend.

Now, I don't wanna see him killed,
but he's come to take Rick.

Ain't no man in the world
gonna take my son away from me.

The only way Morgan is gonna
get out of here alive

is if I get Rick back.

Now, Linda...
Now, you go up there, you talk to him.

Maybe he'll listen to you.

You tell him, Linda,
I don't wanna kill him.

He ain't got a chance.
He's just being stubborn.

You need me now, don't you?

Linda, you do this for me now,
will you?

Please.

I never thought I'd live to hear you
use that word, Craig.

- 204, please.
- You can't go up there, miss.

You know who I am?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you wanna explain it to Mr. belden?

Thank you.

It's me, marshal. Linda.

- Don't shoot.
- What do you want?

We're neighbors.
I live right across the hall.

Linda, honey, give me a cigarette,
will you?

Well, looks like you've been
having yourself a time, marshal.

Hold it.

Keep away from that window.
You wanna get shot?

No, I think they can tell
the difference between you and me.

Linda, tell pa I'm tired of waiting,
you hear?

Maybe Mr. Morgan's
tired of waiting, too.

No, he just tired of living.

You better get going.

Marshal.

Look, you can get out of this
if you want to.

All you have to do
is turn that kid loose.

Yeah, I know.

There's a drainpipe that runs down
the back of this building.

You could shinny down it.

No, thanks.

Well.

I didn't really have to change.

It was kind of a bet.

I don't know. It seemed like a funny,
wild thing to do at the time.

Listen, Linda...

I need help.

You sure do.

- I know it's a big thing, but...
- Don't you listen to him, Linda.

Don't you listen to nothing he says!

What is it you want, marshal?

I need a shotgun.

A shotgun?

Pistol's not enough
for what I've gotta do.

- But I can't...
- Please.

If you wanna help me,
that's what I need.

I can't.
I'm too selfish to stick my neck out.

Besides, I'm not like you.
I don't wanna die for law and order.

I'm sorry. I really am.

It's all right. I understand.

Linda.

Don't you go mixing in this,
you hear me?

Shut up!

Miss Linda, did Rick say anything?

He asked for a cigarette.

I didn't give him one.

All right, you changed your dress.
Now prove you were with Morgan.

We watched out the window,
didn't see nothing.

You keep the money.

It wasn't a decent thing
to bet on anyway.

What's the matter, Linda?

That poor fool up there in that
hotel room with his high-flown ideals.

A whole town standing around
waiting to see him get killed.

Not one of them will put out
a helping hand to him.

Including me.

Why would you wanna
go against Craig belden?

You talk as though
he's some sort of god.

He isn't. He's a man.

Just like that one
up there in that room.

Here.

I've got the man that can prove
whether she was there or not.

- Here he is.
- You seen Rick?

You was up in the room? Yes.

You notice anything new about him?

He has a scar right here.

She was up there.

Hey.

Does Morgan still think
he can take me?

Well, he'd better not try.

Is he the man who was with Rick
at the killing?

Yeah.

Lee.

Let me buy you a drink.

Some whiskey for the gentleman, Steve.

Lee.

Tell me what happened.

Far as we could see,
she was just another Indian squaw.

How did we know it was Morgan's wife?

Well, Morgan ain't gonna take me back.
He ain't even gonna take Rick back.

You're gonna stop him?

It could be done, lady. It could
be done. Once he come out of there.

And if he won't come out
and fight like a man,

there are ways to make him come out.

I could do it.

How about buying me another drink?

You can have mine.

- You all right, Linda?
- Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Matt.

Matt!

I'm coming up.

Jake, Henry.

Drop your gun, Craig.

How can we settle this, Matt?

The law's gotta settle it,
Craig, not us.

I saved your life once.
You owe me that. You owe me one life.

I remember you saved my life.

But he took a life.

He killed a woman
just for the fun of it, just...

Taking my boy ain't gonna
bring your wife back.

My wife or somebody else's.
Makes no difference.

I took an oath for this job.

The oath says bring him in,
that's what I'll do.

What do you want me to do,
you want me to beg, Matt?

All right, Matt, I'll beg.

He's all I got.

Matt, maybe it was my fault.

You know, it ain't easy to raise a boy
without a mother, Matt.

Yeah. I know, Craig.

What about petey?

You ain't getting out of this alive.
Now, you know that.

That boy's gonna be an orphan.
You thought about that?

You've already got me dead.
How'd I die?

The only way I could die today is for
you to kill me, and that's a problem.

Your problem.

This guy's crazy, pa.
He don't care what happens to him.

Now, come on, stop the talking.
Get me out of here.

Now, you just shut up.
Now, just shut up.

I've tried to reason with you, Matt.
You just won't listen.

All right.

What happens from now on
is your doing, Matt.

I ought to kill you for that.

Why don't you? Why don't you kill me?

You saved my life. I've paid you back.

But from here on in,
they're all free shots.

Get out of here, Craig.

Get me out of here, pa.

Take it easy, Rick. I'll get you out.

Steve, have you got any more of
those tablets? My head's killing me.

Yeah, sure.

Here they are.

Hey, Morgan.

You still figuring
to make the 9:00 train?

Have to make your move pretty soon,
won't you?

What time you got now?

How you gonna get me
to the station, Morgan?

You gonna carry this bed on your back?

Your father told you
to keep your mouth shut.

That was good advice.

You ain't gonna make it, Morgan.

Your son petey's gonna be
an orphan, you know that?

How'd I know she was your wife?

It ain't my fault you married
some damn squaw!

Don't take no guts to kill a man
when he's cuffed.

Takes guts not to.

Be too easy on you.
You'd die too quick.

I know an old man
who'd like to kill you, belden.

The Indian way. Slow.

That's how I'm gonna do it. Slow.

But the white man's way.

First, you'll stand trial.

Then they'll sentence you.

I never seen a man who didn't get
sick to his stomach

when he heard the kind of sentence
you'll draw.

After that,
you'll sit in a cell and wait,

maybe for months, thinking how
that rope will feel around your neck.

Then they'll come around
some cold morning, just before sun-up.

They'll tie your arms behind you.

You'll start blubbering, kicking,
yelling for help.

It won't do you any good.

They'll drag you out in the yard,
heave you up on that platform,

fix that rope around your neck
and leave you out there all alone,

with a big, black hood over your eyes.

You know the last sound you'll hear?

Kind of thump when they kick
the trap-door catch, and down you go.

You'll hit the end of that rope like
a sack of potatoes, all dead weight.

It'll be white-hot around your neck,
and your Adam's apple'll turn to mush.

You'll fight for your breath,
but you haven't got any breath.

Your brain'll begin to boil.
You'll scream and holler.

But nobody'll hear you.

You'll hear it, but nobody else.

Finally, you're just swinging there.

All alone and dead.

Now, what are you doing back here?

It's loaded.

It's just a sawed-off, but it's the
only thing I could get my hands on.

This is gonna mean
a lot of trouble for you.

I've been in trouble
since the day I was born, Matt.

I'm sorry.

I heard about your wife.
Lee Smithers told me.

I'll come back for him.

Why don't you give up?

You don't understand me, do you?

I understand you're gonna
get yourself killed.

You should see those people out there.

All lined up and down the street
waiting to see it happen.

The human race stinks.

I'm practically an authority
on that subject.

You must have loved her very much.

You better get out of here now.

Good luck to you, Matt Morgan.

Thanks, Linda.

All right, beero, get in back.

- Let me go!
- Dawson!

- Let me go!
- Dawson!

Let go of me!

Dawson...

She took a gun up to Morgan!
A shotgun!

Yes, sir, Mr. belden. I saw it.

- Linda.
- I hope he makes it.

- Linda.
- I really do.

- I'm praying for it!
- Linda, no!

Mr. belden, the hotel caught fire!
The whole back end is burning!

Come on, men, get those water buckets.
Let's go.

How did it start?

It looks like somebody set it
to get him out.

What fool did that?

Luke! Jakel get buckets!

Form a brigade.

Rick!

Rick!

Matt, I'll make you pay for this.

One shot, Craig.
Just one, and I'll blow his head off.

Get out ahead of me.

Tell your men not to use their guns.

They may get me, but one twitch
on this trigger is all it takes.

Don't shoot.

Sheriff, untie the horse.

Do what he says.

Untie the horse, bartlett.

- What are we gonna do?
- Nothing now. Wait.

Another block,
and he'll be at the station.

Don't you worry, Rick boy.
I'll get you out of this.

- Who's that?
- Smithers.

I hope for your sake your friend
doesn't try anything foolish.

All right, Morgan, you can stop there.

Lee, don't start nothing.

Don't worry about me, Rick.
Come on, how about it, Morgan?

I was in on it. You wanna draw on me?

Lee, don't!

Lee, you damn fool, you get away now!

You stay out of this, belden.
You had your chance. I'll take it now!

Come on, Morgan!
You wanna draw on me, draw!

Come on, Morgan, draw!

- Lee, don't!
- Come on!

Lee, don't!

Rick!

Rick! Rick! Rick! Rick!

Rick.

Matt!

Matt!

- It's all over.
- No, it's not, Matt.

It's over, Craig.

I told you I was gonna kill you.

Now I'm gonna do it. Draw.

Don't try me. Please.

Come on, draw!

All right, Craig.

If that's the way you want it.

That's the way I want it.

Then you draw.

Craig.

Matt.

What was your boy's name, Matt?

Petey.

Petey.

That's right. Petey.

Raise him good, Matt.