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("El dorado" playing)

Through sunshine and shadow
from darkness till noon.

Over mountains that reach
from the sky to the moon.

A man with a dream that
will never let go.

Keeps searching to
find El dorado.

So ride, boldly ride.

To the end of the rainbow
ride, boldly ride.

Till you find El dorado.

Though winds become bitter
the sky turns to grey.

His body grows weary
he can't find his way.

But he'll never turn back
though he's lost in the snow.

For he has to find El dorado.

So ride, boldly ride.

To the end of the rainbow.

Ride, boldly ride till
you find El dorado.

My daddy once told me
what a man ought to be.

There's much more to life
than the things we can see.

And the godliest mortal
you ever will know.

Is the one with the
dream of El dorado.

So ride, boldly ride to
the end of the rainbow.

Ride, boldly ride till
you find El dorado

(both greeting in Spanish)

El dorado

Thomas, a big fella, about 6'4",
riding that appaloosa stud out there,

he came in here a
little while ago?

He in the washroom. He shaves.
He cleans up.

Thanks.

(Water splashing)

Hi, Cole.

That's a voice I'd know
anywhere. J.P. Harrah.

Wait till I get some of
this soap out of my eyes.

I heard you were made sheriff...

What's the idea of the gun?

Just till I find out which
side you're on, Cole.

What do you mean?

I heard you were working
for Bart Jason.

Nothing's set yet.

He offered me good money,

but I haven't found out what
I have to do to earn it.

- Would you like to hear?
- Yeah, go ahead.

Cole, that's about close
enough to that gun.

I just wanted to see if
you'd slowed down any.

- Not that much.
- What were you saying about Jason?

Well, he showed up here around the end
of the war with a pocketful of money.

Nobody seems to be able to
find out where he got it from,

but everybody else around here was
broke. You know how it was then.

Yeah, all over Texas.

Well, having money,
he started to grow.

Now he can't grow any bigger
until he gets more water.

There's only one
place to get it.

Trouble is, somebody was
there ahead of him,

about 20 years ahead. Man named
Kevin MacDonald got here

when there was nothing
but Indians and coyotes.

Mr MacDonald's got four boys and a girl,
and they've all worked real hard.

They hung together through
all the rough times,

and now that things are beginning to
look up, MacDonald's in no mind to sell.

So he's holding and Jason's pushing,
and I'm standing right in the middle.

- It's not the way it was told to me.
- That's the way it is, Cole.

I guess you're supposed
to take care of me.

Well, not that I couldn't do it, harrah,
but I don't think I'd like that.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Not that I couldn't handle you, but I
don't think I'd like that, either.

Suppose I tell Jason that I
had a long talk with you

and you scared me off.

- Good enough?
- Good enough.

Well, you can put that thing down now.
Something familiar about that gun.

I just had it fixed up
the way you had yours.

You got lucky with it.
I thought I'd try it.

(Knocking on door)

Cole Thornton, you decent? You
better be, 'cause I'm coming in.

(Laughs) it's good to see you.

You know, when they told me you
were here, I didn't believe them.

I thought you'd forgotten all
about me. I thought that...

Hi, j.P.

(Laughing)

- What's so funny?
- This whole thing.

Cole: Do you know what
she's laughing about?

I gather you knew him
before you knew me.

Before you? I knew her
when she was a kid!

- Didn't you know that, j.P.?
- No. You never mentioned that.

Up until now, I thought
you had good taste.

And up until now, I thought
she had good taste.

(Exhales)

I'm awful glad you
two are friends.

We may not be when we
think this thing over.

If you hurt him, I'm
through with both of you.

You know something, Cole, I think
we better get ourselves a new girl.

- Yeah.
- Better not.

- Why not?
- I'm girl enough for both of you.

- Say, can I buy you a drink?
- Well, I'd like that very much,

but I promised j.P. I'd do
something for him. Didn't I?

- Yes, you did.
- Course, if you want to do my errands...

No. You do your own work, Cole.

Will you buy us that drink a
couple of hours from now?

Yeah. Sure will.

Where is this Bart
Jason's place?

J.p.: Well, you take the main road north

out of town, and after
you cross the creek,

- you come to a big rock.
- Big rock.

That's right. That's
MacDonald's boundary.

- MacDonald's?
- Yeah.

You ride east from there
about three miles,

and you get to Bart
Jason's ranch.

Maudie, remember,
I'm coming back.

- I left some things...
- I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

- You mad at me, j.P.?
- You know better than that, Maudie.

(Soft chuckle)

You must like that man. Want
me to tell you about him?

- You don't have to tell me about Cole.
- I know I don't. That's why I want to.

I met Cole right after
my husband was killed.

- I did tell you that.
- Yeah, you told me.

Well, there I was, stranded,

a gambler's widow, not
a chip to my name.

Cole was awful good to me.
Gave me a stake.

Helped me get on my feet. Never
would take a... I don't know, j.P.,

with Cole and me, I guess it's a...
I'll always think of him as a...

- He's a top hand.
- I guess so.

Yeah, well, Cole always
was pretty lucky.

- Have you known him a long time?
- Yeah, I've known him a long time.

Since before the war. We've
travelled some together.

Sure, I know what that means. It
means either you saved his life

or he saved yours, or both. And neither
one of you will talk about it.

- Men.
- Would you like it set to music, Maudie,

with a full orchestra?

- I'll see you, Maudie.
- Hey, don't forget to come back.

Well, I'm certainly not gonna
leave you alone with him.

You're not a friend.

Hell!

(Men shouting)

MacDonald! Captain MacDonald.

Howdy, Roy. Something wrong?

Doc Miller sent me out, said to tell you
Bart Jason hired himself a gun hand,

Cole Thornton,

and Thornton rode out there about an
hour ago. Doc wanted you to know.

- Said tell you to be careful.
- Thanks, Roy.

Tell doc I'm much
obliged to both of you.

Matt, you and Saul stay with me. We'll
take these horses back to the ranch.

Joey, get out to the west part
and tell Jared to get back

- to the ranch as soon as he can.
- Okay, pa.

- Luke!
- Yes, pa?

Get up there on that rock.
If you see anybody coming,

fire a shot in the air. That
will give us a little warning.

- All right, pa.
- Wait a minute! I ain't finished yet!

As soon as you fire that shot,

you jump on your horse and
hightail it, you hear?

I hear you, pa.

All right, let's go!

(Men shouting)

(Gunshots)

- Where can I find mr Jason?
- He's up at the main house.

(Speaking Spanish)

Mr Jason, you got a visitor.

- Cole Thornton?
- That's right.

I'm Bart Jason.
Been expecting you.

Get off your horse and
make yourself comfortable.

I won't be here long
enough for that.

Here's what's left of
your expense money.

Sorry about the rest of it, but
that's the chance you take.

I've decided against
working for you.

Before you even talked about it?
No, you wouldn't do that.

You must have
talked to somebody.

I did. The sheriff.

His story's a little
different from yours.

Well, perhaps the law doesn't
quite see it my way.

Since when did hired
guns get choosy?

- You're paid to take...
- I'm paid to risk my neck,

and I'll decide where and when
I'll do it. This isn't it.

You know, Thornton, I got an
idea you just don't want to

go up against sheriff j.P.
Harrah.

You know, you're
just about right.

- You think he's that good?
- I tell you he's that good.

And, mr Jason, I see
you don't wear a gun,

so I guess you
always hire it done.

So I'll give you a
little piece of advice.

If this bunch is all you've got,

don't tangle with harrah, 'cause
they don't look tough enough to me

to stomp a stringy jackrabbit.

Bart: Well, Thornton, if that's the
way you think, I don't want you.

Well, that's good enough...

Hey, fancy vest! Go ahead and
pull that rifle if you want to,

but you better speak to your
boss before you use it,

'cause he'll be dead
before I hit the ground.

Don't be a damn fool, Joe. Get over
there and stand with the others

where he can see you.

I'll remember what you
said, mr Thornton.

You do that.

(Urging horse)

(Gasping)

(Grunting) don't shoot
no more, mister. Please?

I won't.

Let me have a look at it.

It's bad, isn't it?

It isn't good.

My insides feel like
they're on fire.

Maybe I can make you
more comfortable...

No, don't touch me!
Please, don't.

What's your name, son?

MacDonald, Luke MacDonald.

I can't stand it.

- Kevin MacDonald's boy?
- One of them.

I'm gonna have to get you home.

No. No, don't move me.
Please, don't move me.

It's no use.

I know it ain't no use.
My pa told me.

Just don't touch me.

Well...

- There were two shots, pa.
- I heard them.

- Well, Luke oughta be back by now.
- I know that.

(Gunshot)

Oh, no.

- Are we going, pa?
- Where?

Pa, Luke could be
in bad trouble.

If he is, we won't be
any help to him now.

He went there to warn us.
He's warned us.

We're better off here
where there's some cover.

Saul, find a good place
inside that shed.

Jose and Miguel, go with him.

Danny, Felipe, come here.
Over behind that wall.

You gals, get in the house.

- Matt, we'll wait inside.
- All right, pa.

Matt, get over to that window.
Don't do anything till I say.

MacDonald!

Kevin MacDonald!

Come out and get your boy.

- He's dead, ain't he?
- He's dead.

Jose, Miguel, get him
down from there.

- What happened?
- Luke. He's been killed.

Well, I'm waiting to
hear what happened.

Well, I'll tell you
what happened.

You left a boy out there
to do a man's job.

He went to sleep.

When I came by, he woke up, jumped
up and started firing his gun.

All I saw was somebody
shooting at me from the rocks.

- Joey: Cole Thornton?
- Yes, ma'am.

I don't believe you.

Well, I don't care much,
miss, whether you do or not.

Pa's handling this. Just wait.

Get in the house, girl.

You said he was asleep. How
do you know he was asleep?

He told me that. He
told me his name.

That's how I knew
where to bring him,

and he said you told him what
happens to a man that's gut-shot,

how he hasn't got much of a
chance. Did you tell him that?

Yeah. I told him that.

Well, then you're
partly to blame.

You'll find two bullets in him.
One of them's mine.

He was hurting worse
than he could stand,

had a handgun that I didn't see.

Any more questions
you want to ask?

No. I guess you're
telling the truth.

I guess if you weren't, you would
never have brought him here.

I'm much obliged
to you for that.

It don't help much.

I reckon you won't shoot any
more little boys, mister.

Next time you shoot somebody, don't go
near them till you're sure they're dead.

I don't know why
you're still alive.

I don't know how I missed
you from that range.

You didn't miss.

Now get out of here.

J.p., open that
window, will you?

There, that's better.

The smell of that chloroform
was putting me to sleep.

Better hold him, Maudie. Don't
let him move too sudden.

All right.

(Cole sniffing)

He'll be waking up now.

It's all right, Cole. It's
Maudie. It's all right.

- (Grunting) all right, Maudie.
- Okay.

(Groaning)

- Who are you?
- The name's Miller.

Some people call me a doctor,
and some other things,

but I'm the only one in town.

Did you get the bullet out?

Nope.

Well, then why this bandage?
Let's get to it.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Because I'm not good enough. That
bullet's right up against your spine.

If I go hacking around
in there to get it,

I'll only finish what
somebody else started.

So, what happens?

Well, you'll heal all right, but
when you get to a big town,

find a doctor who knows more than I
do, one of them newfangled squirts.

They'll fix you up in no time, but
don't wait too long to do it.

Any chance of getting some coffee
or a shot of whisky around here?

- Linda?
- Linda, bring both of them.

- Doctor, can he be moved?
- Sure, in a couple of hours,

but don't go
bouncing him around.

He can stay here. I'll
make him comfortable.

Well, I've got a fine
bed over at my place.

It's narrow and it's hard
and it's uncomfortable,

but he won't get bounced around.

(Trumpeting)

(Speaking Spanish)

Señor bull. He comes.

(Both laughing)

Bull always announce
his arrival that way?

Same way, different tune.
You better let him in.

(All laughing)

What's that you're blowing,
bull, advance or retreat?

Nary one.

Couldn't let one of general
hood's Texas cavalry boys go away

- without playing goodbye.
- Who's going away?

Cole's lighting out.
He's leaving tonight.

Cole: You got any objections,
doc, I don't want to hear them.

Miller: I'm glad to get you off
my hands. Where you going?

Cole: Sonora.

Folks down there got a silver
mine, a little trouble.

Think I might be of help.

Well, I brung along a little redeye,
in case the sheriff runs out.

Somehow I reckon he has.

Been here a long time.
Nobody's offered me a drink.

- Well, why didn't you speak up, bull?
- I thought you'd never ask.

(Laughs)
Maudie, get him a glass, will you?

Well, what do we drink to first?

Maudie.

I guess I should have told you.

(Chuckles)

Cole, sometimes you...

I was hoping to see you
alone before you left.

- It's better this way, Maudie.
- Come back, will you?

- I will, when...
- When you can forget Luke MacDonald,

and when you can look
at the other macdonalds

and not feel you owe them?

Pretty wise for a kid, Maudie.

I think you must be the only person
who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.

- I reckon I really don't.
- Please don't.

I'll see you, Maudie.

Hey!

- That the way you make your living?
- By golly, Cole,

it sure is good to see you.

What sheriff would
hire you for a deputy?

- You're looking at him. Hiya, Cole.
- Dodd draper.

The last time I saw you two,

you were 10 jumps ahead of a
posse, raising dust for Mexico.

Hey, heard you got shot.

Yeah, but that was six
or seven months ago.

How about supper? I'll
buy you a beer, too.

- We'd like to, but we're working men.
- How about that cantina up the street?

- Good place to eat?
- Good as any. You sticking around?

- Day or two.
- Well, we'll see you later, Cole.

(Band playing music)

(Laughing) señor, your dinner
will be ready in one minute.

(Speaking Spanish)

Fix something to eat.

- Plenty of it.
- Right away.

- Something to drink, also.
- Coming up.

(Speaking Spanish)

Five and a one.

(Speaking Spanish)

- Charlie hagan.
- Yeah?

You want something from me?

You don't remember me, do you?

No.

You remember this hat?

Well, why in the hell
would I remember a hat?

(Men laughing)

You killed the man
that was wearing it.

- (Music stops)
- Ladies.

(Speaking Spanish)

Just who was this fella I
killed, a friend of yours?

- Yeah, I guess you could say that.
- When did I do this, boy?

Two years ago come September.

You and three others.

Natchez, under-the-hill,
on the Mississippi.

There was a gambler
name of Johnny diamond,

and he was kind of an old man.

Shouldn't have
taken four of you.

- Do you remember, Charlie?
- Yeah, I remember.

- He was a cardsharp. He was cheating.
- No.

No, he was good. He
didn't have to cheat.

It really shouldn't have
taken four of you, Charlie.

No, it shouldn't have.

Well, I'm sure glad you
remember, mr hagan.

- The other three did.
- The other three?

Yeah. I caught up with them.

You're the last.

Now I think you better stand up.

Stand up, Charlie. I'm curious
to see how he does this.

He doesn't have a gun, and like he said,
it shouldn't have taken four of you.

Stand up, Charlie.

You, with the hat.

You killed Charlie 'cause he
killed your friend, right?

That's right.

Well, it happens Charlie
was a good friend of mine.

So let's see if you can
do that trick twice!

I'd let it drop, friend.

- Me?
- Cole: You.

Hope you don't mind.

Always seems to take more
than one, doesn't it?

That's because they're no good.

- Pick up your gun.
- Milt: What?

You want to try again now?
Pick up your gun.

- Against him or you?
- Me first.

- Why should you go first?
- Pick it up.

- Now just a second...
- Tell me about it later.

- I'll tell you now...
- Shut up! Go on.

You were plenty willing
when you had a kid...

Hold it. Hold it.

Don't get mad, mister.

Before you start anything, I can't
afford to lose another man.

You promise to
take milt's place?

You got a lot of faith
in me, don't you, nelse?

Faith can move mountains, milt,

but it can't beat a faster draw.

There's only three men I
know with his kind of speed.

One's dead, the other's me, and
the third is Cole Thornton.

- There's a fourth.
- Which one are you?

I'm Thornton.

Aren't you glad you
didn't try, milt?

Pick up your guns, both
of you, real easy.

Like he said, real easy.

And take him out of here.

Thornton, I'd like
to talk to you.

- I'm nelse mcleod.
- I thought so.

Pretty far off your
range, aren't you?

- A little. Can I buy you a drink?
- Why not?

You, too. Glasses.

- You working now, Thornton?
- No.

- Is it all right if music play now, señor?
- Yeah, sure.

(Speaking Spanish)

- (Band playing music)
- You say you're not working.

- What do you say if I try to hire you on?
- First, I'd ask about the money.

- Money's good.
- And then I'd ask about the job.

Well, good evening. Thanks
for the drink, gentlemen.

- Just a minute, son.
- I am not your son.

My name is Alan
bourdillion traherne.

- Lord almighty.
- Yeah.

Well, that's why most
people call me Mississippi.

- Mississippi?
- I was born on the river in a flat boat.

You're pretty good
with that knife.

- Can you use a gun?
- Well, if I could, I'd be using one.

Good evening.

Just a minute, Mississippi.

Would you mind telling me

why you have such a great
passion for my company?

Will you just relax for
a couple of minutes?

You were telling
me about the job.

There's a little range war
up in the El dorado country.

El dorado? Mind telling
me who hired you?

Fella named Bart Jason.

- Do you know him?
- We met.

He offered me the job a few
months back. I didn't take it.

You know who you're
going up against?

Yeah. The sheriff, j.P. Harrah.

Understand he used to be
pretty good with a gun.

Not just pretty good, mcleod.

- He's the...
- The fourth man

- you were telling me about.
- That's right.

Well, he used to be.
He's not any more.

- Well, what happened?
- What usually happens to a man,

a woman. Seems like he tangled
with some wandering petticoat.

He's been drunk ever since.

You figure to move in before he sobers
up or before they get a new sheriff.

- And you're not coming in?
- No.

I suppose you have your reasons.

It's probably just as well.

Two like us in the same bunch,

sooner or later we'd have to find
out which one of us is faster.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

So long, Thornton.

I thought we were going.

Mississippi, just listen.

Mcleod, would you like to walk out
that door first, ahead of us?

- Nope. I don't believe I would.
- I didn't think so.

- Pedro, milt, can you hear me?
- Milt: We hear you.

I'm coming out.

Where are you?

Milt: Over here!

Come on out.

Further, into the light. Hurry.

Now, drop your guns.

Come over here.

Inside.

- That all right, Thornton?
- Good enough.

Mississippi, get their guns.

If it's all right with you, mcleod,
we'll drop them at the sheriff's office

and your boys can pick them
up on their way out of town.

- Sounds reasonable.
- Much obliged.

Call it professional courtesy.

Want to get something
to eat, Mississippi?

Mr Thornton, I would've walked right
out here, right into those two fellas,

if you hadn't stopped me.

- I asked you if you were hungry.
- I'm trying to thank you.

I'm hungry. That shivaree you put
on in there interrupted my supper.

Wore out our welcome. Now we'll
have to find some place else to eat.

- Now?
- Now.

Mmm.

(Speaking Spanish)

- What?
- She wants to know

if you want something else?

Just coffee.

(Speaking Spanish)

- Not very hungry, huh?
- No, not so much.

- Little green around the gills.
- Yeah.

I just finished something tonight
I've been two years doing.

What do you figure on doing
next, go back to the river?

I haven't thought much about
what I'm gonna do next.

The river won't be the
same without old...

Well, if you're gonna stay around here,
I've got two pieces of advice for you.

Get rid of that hat.
Learn how to use a gun.

I don't figure on getting
rid of that hat.

- No?
- No.

Johnny diamond, he's
the friend I...

The man that raised me.

All he left behind was a
gold watch and his hat.

Had to sell that gold
watch a year or so back,

so I guess I'll just
hang onto that hat.

What about learning
to use a gun?

Johnny didn't believe in guns.

- He always thought...
- He's dead.

Think about that,

unless you can learn to
stay out of trouble.

That's one thing even old
Johnny couldn't teach me to do.

Well, I'll be moving along.
Good luck to you.

You don't suppose I could
ride along with you?

- No.
- Well, that's plain enough.

Well, I hope everything
works out all right.

- What works out?
- Whatever it is you're going to do.

Pay for the meal, will you?
So long.

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Panting)
hold it, cochise. Steady, boy.

Won't take a minute.

(Horse approaching)

Cole! Cole Thornton!
Where are you?

Close enough to blow your hat
off if I hadn't recognised it.

- What are you doing here?
- Looking for you.

Know better than to
follow a man that way?

I'm sorry. I didn't know
there was another way.

- Well, you almost got shot.
- Hey, you fall off your horse?

- Yeah.
- You hurt?

No.

Well, there's something
the matter with you.

Look, I got a bullet in my back.

Sometimes it presses
against something,

and I get a screaming pain,
and then there's nothing.

It goes numb, and I
can't use this hand.

- How long does that last?
- Just for a while.

Why are you following me?

Well, I got to thinking
about what you're gonna do.

And just what am I gonna do?

You're going to that town El dorado
and help your friend against.

- Mcleod and his bunch.
- How do you know he's my friend?

That look on your face when you
heard he turned into a drunk.

Well, this thing's wearing off.

Give me a hand up on my horse.

You sure your friend's
worth helping?

You just spent two years chasing some
fellas that killed a friend of yours.

You think your friend
was worth two years?

- I guess I asked a fool question.
- You did.

(Horses panting)

Give them a breather.
Slow them down.

I was wondering, just how
good is this mcleod?

I don't know firsthand, but
they say he's one of the best.

I figure he'd be pretty mad,

you turning him down and
showing up on the other side.

- I hope he is.
- How come?

Fella in his business hasn't
got a right to get mad.

He gets mad, he's not so good,

so the madder he gets,
the better I like it.

(Chuckles)
sure wish I was there to see that.

Why do you want to keep
sticking your nose in this?

Maybe I could help. You
saved my life two times.

But I'm gonna be too
busy to keep doing that.

- You can't even use a gun.
- You could teach me.

I need somebody to teach me.

Johnny diamond always
told me to get the best.

Well, he was right there, but
you're not going to El dorado.

- Oh, I'm not, huh?
- No, you're not.

"Gaily bedight, a
gallant knight."

"In sunshine and in shadow
had journeyed long..."

- What's that all about?
- Just a poem.

One of Johnny
diamond's favourites.

Let's see. "Gaily bedight,
a gallant knight".

"In sunshine and in shadow had
journeyed long, singing a song."

"In search of El dorado."

"Over the mountains of the moon
down the valley of the shadow."

"Ride, boldly ride."

Always liked that poem, too.

- Makes me want to...
- Ride, boldly ride?

- Well, it don't work out that way.
- I'm learning that.

Oh, hell. Hold it, cochise.

- Step down off that horse.
- You always giving people orders?

You wanted to learn to shoot.

Right out there.

Hold it, Mississippi. That's
no way to use a handgun.

You got to draw and fire,
and you better be quicker

than somebody else who's
doing the same thing.

Like this.

Oh, I see.

How's that?

Were you aiming at that cholla?

No. The place you
were shooting at.

Afraid it's useless.

Well, we'll be passing
through cuervo.

I'll have a talk with the Swede.

- Who's the Swede?
- An old friend of mine.

A gunsmith.

This is the place.

- Why, Cole Thornton!
- Swede, good to see you.

And what brings you around here?

Well, I'm looking for a gun
for a fella that can't shoot.

- Mississippi. Swede Larsen.
- Hi. How are you?

- Can you help us out?
- Yah.

I think I got just the
gun you're looking for.

Well, good.

(Exclaims)

- How wide will that shot spread?
- Well, now...

I mean, how big a pattern?

I don't know, but the fella who used
it before, he couldn't see too good.

He just shoot where he
hear somebody talk.

- What happened to him?
- He has a fight in a saloon.

The piano player,

he make so much noise, he
couldn't hear the other man,

so he just shoot the piano
player, and they hung him.

- Looks pretty good to me.
- Shoots good, too.

How about ammunition?

Four or five boxes
ought to be enough.

Good. Well, Mississippi,
looks like what you need.

Yeah, sure is.

Pay the man. Swede.

Cole, you come back soon.

A likely spot to
try that new gun.

Try that cactus.

You can't miss with that.

It's all right.

How far is it from
here to El dorado?

We'll be in there
around midnight.

Well, where are we headed for?

- To see a girl.
- To see a girl?

Yes, a girl!

Don't you think I
can know a girl?

- Always make you mad, don't I?
- Mostly.

Hold it. This. Yeah, this is it.

Cole. Cole!

Maudie, keep it quiet.
I've got to talk to you.

I'll let you in.

Keep your eyes open.

You sure pick the darnedest
times to... who's your friend?

My name is Alan bourdillion
traherne, ma'am...

Just call him
Mississippi for now.

Hi, Mississippi.

Stay out here and watch.

- Couldn't I...
- No.

Cole, I'm so glad to see you.

I got so many
things to tell you.

And, Maudie, there's a lot of
things I ought to say to you,

but first I've got to
have some answers.

- Are there any strangers in town?
- No.

- No. I'd have known if there were.
- Well, this one you'd have noticed.

He's a dark, thin-faced man with
a scar here and a marled eye.

- Nelse mcleod.
- Nelse, I've heard of him.

Should've had four or
five riders with him.

- He's not here yet.
- Well, good.

At least we beat them in.
Now, about j.P.

- Want the whole story?
- Just don't make it too long.

After you left, I
didn't see much of him.

He'd drop in for a drink once in
a while. I guess he was lonely.

Then one day, a girl came into
town, just stepped off the stage

and, well, you know what kind...

Yeah. She probably had big, sad
eyes and a long sad story.

- That's his type.
- Yeah.

She was no good. I tried to
tell him, so did others.

Bull told him. He
knocked bull down.

So j.P. Had to find out the hard way.
She ran off with a drummer. He's...

He's not been sober since.
It's been about two months.

Well, that, he's gonna have
to get over in a hurry.

Is he over at the jail?

He's still sheriff,
though I don't know why.

Well, we'll mosey over...

Have you got a room for
Mississippi and me?

Sure.

- Hey, have you eaten anything lately?
- No.

I'll have something ready
for you when you get back.

I'm glad you're here.

- Don't tell anybody you saw us.
- I won't.

- Well, I found one thing out.
- What's that?

You know a girl.

Bull: Hold it! That's as far
as you can come now,

unless you got some
business here.

I sure have got
business here, bull.

- Cole Thornton.
- Cole Thornton!

If it hadn't been so dark,
I might've spotted you,

and might have anyhow if I
hadn't been trying to figure out

what that other fella there
has got on top of his head.

- It's called a hat.
- Well, I'll have to take your word for it.

He's a friend of mine.
They call him Mississippi.

- Glad to know you.
- Bull.

Glad you're here, Cole. Our
friend the sheriff ain't so good.

I just talked to Maudie.

He's back there sleeping.

Being as how you've known
him longer than I have,

you know enough to be careful
how you wake him up,

because he's a bad one
when he's drinking.

He ain't put that stopper back
in that bottle in a coon's age.

Yeah, I know.

You got some place where you can
put these horses under cover?

- Sure.
- Give him a hand, Mississippi.

Bull, I'd just as soon everybody
didn't know we were back in town yet.

- What's up, something in the wind?
- Jason starting some more trouble.

I ain't surprised.

I got an itch on the back of
my neck like I used to get

when a comanche was around
and I couldn't see him.

(Snoring)

Hey!

(Shouting)

Damn you, bull.

Damn.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I'm looking at a tin star
with a drunk pinned on it.

Cole Thornton. How about that?

(Whoops)

How about that?
It's good old Cole.

Help me up out of here, Cole. Come
on, just pull me right on up.

Cole! He won't feel it.

Well, I owe him one.

Either one of you know a
fast way to sober a man up?

Bunch of howling Indians out for hair
will do it quicker than anything I know.

Johnny diamond had a recipe.
Let's see.

Cayenne pepper,
mustard, the hot kind,

ipecac, asafetida, and oil
of cloves, or was it...

No, it was croton oil.

Croton oil? I'll be
a suck-egg mule!

You know what that
mixture'll do to a fella?

Guaranteed to kill or cure.

Bull, you know where you could get
that stuff this time of night?

Greener's store would have it.

- May have to wake him up.
- Go on with him, Mississippi.

Make sure he doesn't
forget anything.

Look out, Cole!

Well, aren't you gonna
get that stuff?

- Well...
- He's all right!

Just get it before
he wakes up again.

Sure.

Let's see. We got ipecac
and mustard and cayenne.

That leaves us asafetida.

Are you sure that Johnny
diamond wasn't an embalmer?

- Here's your gunpowder.
- Gunpowder?

Yeah, Mississippi remembered
it on the way to the store.

- Well, put it in, bull.
- All of it?

All of it.

I hope you don't blow him up.

Yeah, it looks done.

Well, let's get it into him.

Bull, you sit on his legs.

- Cole, pin down his arms.
- Don't worry about us.

Just get a hold of his nose. If he
can't breathe, he'll have to swallow.

Give him an extra one for me.

(Grunting)

All down.

Let's get out of here!

Lock him in!

(Metal clanging)

- Bull?
- Yeah!

- We're coming in.
- Come ahead!

- Howdy, Cole, Mississippi.
- How's our friend?

Nary a peep. Not even a move. Not
one twitch in the last two hours.

You reckon he'll be
all right, Cole?

Better ask Mississippi.
It's his concoction.

I don't know how all
right he'll be,

but he won't be drinking anything for
a little while, I can tell you that.

How come?

It does something to a man's stomach
so it naturally won't hold any liquor.

- You sure of that?
- Well, sure I'm sure, given he's human.

Well, he's human, all right.
He's got to be.

No other critter on earth would
make such a fool of itself.

(Door rattling)

J.p.: (Coughing)
hey, bull. Come open this door.

He's still drunk.

Open it yourself! It
ain't even locked!

(Coughing)

(Exhales)

My friends, my
dear good friends.

You dirty, lousy, rotten,
sheep-herding...

What did you do to me?

What did you give me? I'm
all crawling inside.

Just hang on, sheriff.
It'll fetch you around.

- Who are you?
- We met last night.

Last night? When was that?

- All right. Come on, bull. Where is it?
- Top drawer of your desk.

(Sighs)

- Nobody going to try and stop me?
- Nobody.

Well, that's a good thing.

(Groaning) you dirty...

Cole, take a look.

Cowboy: Come on! Go on, giddap!

All right, bull, you
better wake up.

Bart Jason just brought
his outfit into town.

- Could be to meet mcleod.
- Yeah, could be.

- Are you going to tell the sheriff?
- No, let him sleep.

Here comes some more of them.

(Exclaims)

You gals go on down to the
store and do your shopping.

We'll meet you back here,
and stay together now.

Go on with them, Joey.

Dusty out there.

Who are those people
that just come in?

The macdonalds. They come to
town every Saturday afternoon.

This is one Saturday
I wish they hadn't.

Bull, wouldn't it be a good idea

if you hung around where
the macdonalds are?

- Yeah, I guess I'd better.
- Kinda watch out for them.

We'll keep an eye on our
friend across the street.

If there's any trouble down my way
and I need you, I'll toot my bugle,

and you come running.

(Chuckles) "toot my bugle."

(Piano music playing)

(Whistling along)

Hello, j.P.

Hi.

Can you see a little
clearer from here?

Hey, Cole.

- How long you been here?
- I got in last night.

Did we have a fight
or something?

Or something.

Yeah.

Well, what are you doing here,
Cole? Why are you here?

I'm waiting for a fella.

Name's nelse mcleod.

- Nelse mcleod with the...
- That one.

- Want some coffee?
- No, I don't want coffee.

I met him down near the border.

Said he wanted me to
work with him on a job.

Range war. But he
said it'd be easy.

All we had to worry about
was a drunken sheriff.

Sure you don't want some coffee?

(Sighing)

Nelse mcleod, and he's
working for Jason?

- That's what he said.
- Well?

I turned the job down.

Well, then why are
you here, Cole?

I owe the macdonalds.
Is that enough?

Yeah, that's...
That's plenty, Cole.

Cole, I got to have a drink.

- You won't find anything around here.
- Why?

I told bull to throw it away.

Now would you like
a cup of coffee?

No, I don't want any coffee,
Cole. I want a drink!

- Can't you see it? I've got to have it.
- Well, go get one.

- Where's my hat?
- Is this yours?

Who are you?

We met last night and
again this morning.

Now, is this your hat?

No, it's not my
hat, but it'll do.

Let me have some whisky.

Barman: Just hold your horses, sheriff.

Good evening, sheriff.

Here you are.

I don't want a drink. I
want the whole bottle.

Well, I'll have to
fill one up for you.

- Isn't that...
- That's mcleod, all right.

- Well, well, I'm glad to see you.
- Jason.

I've been waiting for you.

I brought some
boys with me here.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Hi. Nelse, it's a good time to introduce
you to the man I wanted you to meet.

Sheriff. This is nelse mcleod.

Mcleod, this is j.P. Harrah,
the sheriff of El dorado.

(Men laughing)

He's the man who's responsible
for keeping order in this town.

(Men laughing)

Barman: Here you are, sheriff.

He's just getting
his evening bottle.

(Chattering)

Don't you think you better get
out of the middle of the street?

Cole.

Cole, they laughed at me.

Right in front of mcleod,
they just laughed at me.

They've been laughing at you
for a couple of months.

You just haven't been
sober enough to hear it.

They'll laugh no more.

I'll show them.

(Gunshots)

(Bugle tooting)

- What's that?
- Bull!

- Needs help!
- What is it?

Wait a minute. Now, wait for...

- Wait for me!
- Why?

Bull: Cole, over here!

The men that done it
took off down this way!

Just a minute!

(Sobbing) Jared, I asked you
not to come. I asked you.

Seems like you're always around,
Thornton, when one of my boys get hurt.

- How is he?
- He's alive.

Joey's gone for the doctor.

Who did it?

Matt, you were with Jared.
What happened?

It was three of Jason's men. They came
up behind us. One of them took my gun.

Then they started
calling Jared names.

When he turned around, one
of them grabbed his arm.

The other one shot him.

- And then they ran away.
- What did they look like?

I know what they looked like.

One of them was tall,
one of them was short,

and one of them had a bad leg.

- Let's go find them.
- Just a minute.

- You're not gonna go find anybody.
- Well, look who's here.

You're a little late, ain't you?

Yeah, what did you do?
Stop off for a drink?

All right, I'm late.
I may be too late.

But that's no reason for the
rest of you to get gunned down.

- Kevin: Why do you say that?
- Because you're outclassed.

Cole: Sheriff's right.

Jason's had you beat ever since nelse
mcleod and those four gunmen rode in.

Nelse mcleod?

Jason's been waiting for him.

You go up against him now, you'll be
doing just what Jason wants you to do.

- What do you expect us to do?
- Why don't you ask the sheriff?

The sheriff?

You think I'm going
to wait on him?

Just give me an hour, MacDonald.
You can wait that long to die.

- You backing him up, Thornton?
- No! He's not.

Let's say I'm on your side, and
this is no job for amateurs.

They run down this
street and turned left.

Too many for one
man to take after.

If I was you, I wouldn't be too all fired
and in a hurry to go up that street.

Them fellows acted just like they
wanted somebody to follow them.

I've seen Indians act like that.

Well, I'm going down this side.

What are you doing here?

I'm going down the other side.

Well, remember, I
didn't ask you.

Come on, bull, you follow me.
Not too close, though.

(Whistles)

(Speaking Spanish)

No, please don't turn around.

It'd be better if no one
sees me talking to you.

(Whispering) Mississippi.

(Whispering)
just a minute! Go ahead.

- Is it that you look for three men?
- That's right.

One walks with a leg which is
not good, another is very tall?

They're the ones.

They ran over there to the old
church. They have not come out yet.

- I've watched.
- Thank you.

No, you do not need to thank me. I
do not like Bart Jason or his men.

Thanks, again.

- What kept you?
- I talked to a girl. She said she saw...

- A girl?
- Well, don't you think I can know a girl?

She said she saw the men we want run
up that street to the old church.

- Said they were still there.
- They're still there?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, we can find out in a hurry.

Cole: J.P.!

Cole: Girl said they
were up at that church.

What are you going
to do, sheriff?

Get a little closer.

(Gunshot)

The girl was right.
They're still up there.

Sure are.

Hit me in the bugle.

Look. Got a dent in it.

(Gunshots)

Alongside that big bell in
that tower. I'll show you.

(Bells tolling)

Ain't that pretty?

Bull, you go on shooting. I'm gonna
try to move up a little closer.

Well, just give me another gun, and
I'll play marching through Georgia.

All right, start playing.

(Bells tolling)

Come on up, bull!
We'll cover you!

Look, bull, we're going to
shake them up a little.

You keep them occupied
while we move in.

Ready?

Let's make some music.

All right, Mississippi. You watch
that roof and watch it good.

Sheriff, you... you all right?

No, you ain't.

I'm getting out of here.

All right, Mississippi, I'm
going to hit that door.

Now, you get around that...

Watch that other door!

They're up high!

- One of them got away, Cole!
- You ought to know.

You missed him.

- Mississippi!
- Mississippi: Over here!

- Mississippi!
- Mississippi: Over here!

Where'd you come from?

- I heard a noise!
- Cole: Did you get him?

- Who?
- The fella that ran out of the church.

- Well, yes and no.
- Yes and no?

What do you mean? Did
you or didn't you?

I hit the sign, and
the sign hit him.

- That's great.
- He was limping when he left.

He was limping when he got here.

One of us must have done some
damage. There's some blood here.

- Well, anyway, he got away.
- Not very far.

- Where did he go?
- That saloon up the street.

Jason's place.

- Well, sheriff...
- If you ask me one more time

what I'm going to do
next, so help me, Cole,

I'm just going to flat quit and leave
the whole thing in your hands.

Here. Give me that.

We'll be here all winter.

Well, I guess I'm gonna
have to go in after him.

You know who'll be
in there, don't you?

- Well, there's two men I got to get.
- Two men?

There's the man that
shot the MacDonald kid

and the man that sent
him out to do it.

- Bart Jason.
- That's right.

I was wondering when you'd
get around to that.

Look, Cole, I may be a drunk,

I may not be able
to load my own gun,

but I don't need you to
tell me how to do my job.

I just hope you're good enough.

So do I.

So do I.

Bull, look here, I'm going
to go around the back,

and you walk along that
side of the street.

And if they got somebody
posted outside,

you walk right on
up to the jailhouse

and just wave to me, will you?

- You're going to need this.
- Yeah, but...

Watch it, the way your hand's shaking,
don't let it get near the trigger.

- Now don't you get on me, bull.
- I ain't started yet.

This is really going to
be something to see.

Just who the hell are you?

Now, wait a minute, j.P.,
he's a little green.

The fella you're
after's got a bad leg.

Sure, Cole.

(Panting)

The back door's through there.

If you go in real quiet-like, they
may not even know you're there.

Now, give me time to
get around up front.

We'll watch you.

- You being fair?
- What do you mean?

Letting him go in there.

Well, I'd hate to be the
one to try and stop him.

They laughed at him, Mississippi.
That'll make the difference.

(Whistles)

All right. Let's get on with it.

If you have to use that thing,
make sure which way it's pointed.

(Piano playing)

(Men chattering)

(Men stop chattering)

- What do you want here, sheriff?
- I want two things.

First of all, I want to get the
man that just came in here.

Nobody came in here.

You just stay away
from that gun, Elmer.

Move up the other
end of the bar.

No. I wouldn't do it, mcleod.

(Piano stops playing)

The rest of you,
don't plan anything.

So, you decided to take
a hand, after all.

Never figured it any other way.

Mississippi, keep that gun pointed
right at this table, both barrels.

Go ahead, j.P.

(Piano continues)

You, you said that
nobody came in here.

That's right. Nobody came in.

Then how come there's a trail of blood
leading right up to that table?

(Piano playing off-key)

Joe, you're playing a lot of
sour notes on that piano.

- I know I am.
- You don't look very happy.

I'm certainly not.

Wouldn't you like to move
away from that piano, Joe?

- You're darn right I would.
- Well, then, move!

(Groaning)

Now, you said...

I told you, Elmer! Get
away from that gun.

Now, get up the other
end of the bar.

You were saying that

nobody walked in here.

You get up.

Get up.

- Nobody came in here, laughing boy?
- Well, I...

Let me hear you laugh. Come
on, let me hear you laugh!

Now you, Jason...
Get out of my way.

You thought it was pretty
funny, too, didn't you?

Why aren't you laughing now?

It's the same drunken sheriff,
the same hat, the same outfit.

Why don't you laugh?

Let me hear you laugh!

(Thudding)

I don't know who you
think you are, Jason.

J.p.!

(Sighing)

All right, Cole.

You're a lucky man, Jason,

'cause I wanted to kill you bad.

Now, come on. You're
under arrest.

You just going to
sit there, mcleod?

Well, there really isn't very much I
can do right now, is there, Jason?

I'll give you $1,000 the day
you get me out of jail.

$1,000. Let me tell you
something, mcleod.

You make one move
toward that jail,

and you're going to have a hard
time collecting that money,

because your boss is going
to be the first man shot.

So, you and your boys get out of
town by morning, you understand?

- You ready, Cole?
- Whenever you are.

- Let's go.
- Cover us.

Get out of the way.

All right, Mississippi.

What are you looking at?

There's somebody out
there with a gun.

- Everybody in town's got a gun.
- Yeah.

Not pointing at us, though.

Where was this fella?

- In that livery stable across the street.
- It's too soon for one of the mcleods.

I think I'll take a look.

- Well, I don't know...
- I'll be careful.

Then go around the back way.

Soon as you're out the
door, turn to your right.

If you're not back in five
minutes, I'll come after you.

Yeah.

- Listen, sheriff...
- You listen, Jason,

if you want anything more
than bread and water

until the U.S. marshal gets
here, you be absolutely quiet.

(Exhaling)

- Well, we got away with it.
- Yeah.

You were pretty good in there,

like old times.

Man, don't tell me
how good I was.

I just got away with it
because I had a hangover.

I was too mad to be scared and
just too sick to worry about it.

- You know that.
- I've been there.

Well, next time's not going
to be so easy, is it?

Next time, they'll
be ready for you.

Say, who figured out that stuff
you people poured into me?

Bull: Mississippi.

Where is he? Where
is Mississippi?

Who is Mississippi?

Well, that's the kid, the fella
that was around with us all night.

- Well, where is he?
- That's what I was asking bull.

Across the street at the stable.

Saw somebody pointing
a gun after us.

He ought to know
better than that.

- You want me to go after him?
- Bull, you certainly ought to know better.

The first time in two months I've
felt like doing nothing for you,

now you don't want me to do it.

Was there something wrong with
that, or is it just my hangover?

You made better sense
when you was drinking.

There must be some whisky
around here some place.

- Hey, you're a girl.
- Of course I'm a girl!

Well, hold...

Just hold still now, miss.
Hold still!

You're going to lose your
clothes if you keep that up.

All right. All right, I'll quit.

- You sure?
- I told you, didn't I?

All right.

How did you know I was hid here?

Well, I saw your gun barrel
sticking out that window.

- Who you after, anyway?
- Bart Jason.

But you all were so close around
him, I couldn't get a clear shot.

Are you gonna keep
sitting on my stomach?

Well, I'm comfortable. Can I...

Hey! Now, I told you
not to do that.

Don't do it and hold still.

- What's your name?
- Joey.

- (Snickers) Joey?
- Josephine MacDonald.

MacDonald.

Come on.

Well, if you really
are a MacDonald,

I guess you got a right to
be wanting to shoot Jason.

Hey, I know who you are.
You're one of the ones

who took him to the jail.
Aren't you?

- Yes, ma'am. I'm one of them.
- I recognise the hat.

- Why do you wear that silly thing?
- Well, never mind.

Why?

It was given me by an old
cherokee Indian medicine man

who told me that as long as I wore it,
people wouldn't ask me fool questions.

That wasn't a fool question.

Well, then, I'll ask you one.

Why do you wear your hair
like some wild mustang

that needs a currycomb
and a brush?

I don't think that...

Now, don't do that again, 'cause I
can hit a little harder than you.

Damn you.

Look, if you are who you say
you are, I'm on your side.

I was wrong.

I ought not to be
hitting you at all.

I ought to be thanking
you for helping us.

Yeah, well...

Could I have my rifle back?

No, not just yet. Not till we
find out who you really are.

I told you who I am.

Yeah, well, you just say so.
Come on. We'll go find out, huh?

Bull, what did Mississippi say?

He was going to the stable
over across the street.

Well, I guess I
better go find out.

(Knocking on door)

Mississippi: Hey, in the jail! Mississippi.

- Come on. Open the door.
- Hold your horses.

I found this girl in that stable
across the street pointing a gun.

- Hello, Joey.
- Joey: Sheriff.

- Hello, mr Thornton.
- Cole: Joey.

So may I have my gun?

- Sure.
- Thanks. Thank you.

Just who were you
aiming to shoot, Joey?

Jason.

Didn't the last time you shot a man
teach you anything at all, Joey?

It did.

But there ain't any
mistake about Jason.

We didn't have much hope you
were gonna get him, sheriff.

So pa and the others are waiting for him
in different places out on the street.

To be honest, we didn't think you
were good enough to get him.

Sober enough.

- Well, we were wrong.
- Yeah.

Joey, you better
round up your family

and tell them to go on back home and
stay there till this thing's over.

You can also tell them that we got
the men that shot your brother.

- How is your brother?
- The doc says he's got a good chance.

Cole: I'm glad.

You going to be able to
hold mr Jason, sheriff?

He'll stand trial, Joey.

- Will he get what he deserves?
- That, I don't know.

I'm not the judge. I'm just
the sheriff around here.

Yeah.

Would it be all right if I
could see him, talk to him?

Why, sure, Joey. Just
let me have that gun.

Never mind.

- Guess I'll be going.
- You want me to go with you?

- Why?
- Well, I don't know.

They haven't gotten around
to shooting women yet.

I reckon you all are doing
what you think is right,

and for what you're doing,
thanks, all of you.

- She would have shot that fella.
- She shot me.

She...

She's something.

(Men shouting)

(Bu ll playing harmonica)

Cole.

Mcleod and four of his men just
left from across the street.

You don't figure he's
pulling out, do you?

Fella in his line of work can't
pull out once he takes a job.

Bull: Well, I hear he's part Indian.

Could be he just might want
us to think he's leaving.

Could be.

I got that itchy feeling
on the back of my neck

that says Indian
trouble's coming.

- What time you reckon it is?
- Around 11:00, 12:00.

Sheriff said as how he
wanted to be woke up.

What for?

Well, before he tried
to drink the town dry,

we used to make a patrol
about this time of night.

Well, don't wake him up.

He's been through
enough for one night.

Mississippi, you and I
will have a look around.

If you're gonna do that,
here's a couple of badges.

Now, raise your right hand.

I forgot the words, but
you'd better say, "I do."

- I do.
- I do.

Now you're deputies.

Bull, you suppose these will do any
good if somebody takes a shot at us?

Give them a good
Mark to shoot at.

You better come lock
this door after us.

Take a look-see in at Jason's,

and I'll take this side.

(Men chattering)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Hooting)

- What was that?
- I don't know, but I don't like it.

(Men shouting)

Look out!

(Gunshots)

Get him inside!

Close the door.

- You hit bad?
- No, he just nicked me.

I don't think he got the bone.

Bull: Ain't nobody gonna tell
me what happened out there?

Bull, I told you to
stay back out of sight.

How's a body gonna see anything
from around the corner?

- I got to cut this pant leg.
- Well, go ahead and cut it!

(Stuttering) you got a knife?

Hey, I suppose I've asked this
before, but just who is he?

Tell him your name, Mississippi.

Alan bourdillion traherne.

Well, no wonder he
carries a knife.

You're gonna need a
doctor to fix this.

Bull, you suppose you could
slip out the back door

and get doc Miller over here
without getting yourself shot?

If I thought I was gonna
get shot, I wouldn't go.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Here.

You can use this till
the doctor gets here.

Cole, how did this
mess get started?

Well, a bunch of men on horseback
came flying around the bend and...

What was the idea, diving
under those horses?

Diving under those horses?

Yeah! A man can't shoot good
when his horse is jumping,

and a horse will
not step on a man.

- He won't?
- He will?

Alan bourdillion ter-who?

- Terhane.
- No, traherne.

- Traherne.
- Traherne.

Yeah.

Donovan: Well, there's nothing in there.

Sheriff, you've got
nothing to worry about.

Lift your leg up a
little, please.

Thornton, did you ever get
that bullet out of your back?

No, I never did.

I told you at the time you needed
somebody better than me to get it out.

I've got the man right
here who can do it.

- Dr Donovan, can you spare a minute?
- Yes, doctor.

Hold your finger right here.

No, no. Here. That's it.

This fella's got
a bullet in him.

It went in the left side about
here and moved toward the spine.

- About here?
- A little higher.

Yes. I feel it.

- This may hurt.
- It did.

Donovan: That's very odd.

- Tell me, does it hurt here?
- Cole: No.

- Doctor?
- Miller: Just a minute, sheriff.

- What do you think, Charles?
- Well, it's a challenge, isn't it?

(Snickers) I reckon he's got a more
interesting misery than you got, sheriff.

Look, doctor, I don't want to take up
your time, but mine's still bleeding.

You've got nothing to worry about,
sheriff. It's a good, clean wound.

Tell me, it's giving
you trouble, isn't it?

Well, I wouldn't say...

Why don't you tell
him the truth?

I can guess.

There's a sudden spasm of pain in this
area, followed by paralysis of one side,

- probably the right.
- Well, it doesn't last very long.

But it lasts a little longer
each time. Doesn't it?

What are you trying
to tell him, doctor?

That if he doesn't get
that bullet out of there,

one of these times he'll have an
attack and it just won't pass off.

Mcleod may settle the
whole problem for us,

but if I'm here after this is all over,
I'll come and see you, doc. I promise.

You do that.

Now, doctors, if you please,

could one of you step over here
so that I could rest my finger?

Donovan: Surely, sheriff.

Cole.

J.p., why don't you settle down?

I just can't help it, Cole.
I've got the shakes so bad...

You've had them before.

Yeah, but not with a hole in my leg
and a bunch of unfriendly people

hanging around outside just
waiting for somebody to pop...

What do you want to do, quit?

(Sighing)

The only thing I can figure out is, just
don't use the door, don't go outside.

- You mean hole up.
- Well, sure!

They're not going to
come in here after us.

When do you expect the
United States marshal?

Oh, man! I don't remember
the last time he was here.

He was here.

You gave him a big welcome,
flung a bottle at him.

- An empty bottle.
- Yeah.

He wasn't that far gone.

- When's the marshal due?
- Four or five days.

- Well, you got enough food?
- Plenty of coffee and water.

Bull, you suppose you could slip out
that back door and bring us some food?

- Without getting shot?
- I wish you would.

Don't know what he wants me
to do, get shot or get food.

- Want me to go with you?
- Yeah,

and if I get shot, you
can bring back the food.

And I'm also gonna bring
back a big bar of soap.

This place will never
be delmonico's,

but the food would taste better if a
fella I know would use that bar of soap.

- Bull, why don't you just get?
- I'm going.

I suppose I could
use a little bath.

I'd appreciate it.

(Door opening)

- Bull: Morning, Joey.
- Morning, bull. I brought some...

- Good morning, sheriff.
- Joey, I'm taking a bath.

Don't mind me, sheriff. I was
raised with four brothers.

Well, I'm not your brother.

Doc Miller sent you over these
crutches and some clean clothes.

He also sent you a bar of soap, and I
brought along an extra one, just in...

- I see you already have some.
- I've got a lot of friends, Joey.

Yeah, well, I guess
I'll be going.

- Good morning.
- Josephine.

Joey, what are you
doing still in town?

We came to take my brother
Jared home this morning.

He's a lot better.

Well, when you get back to
the ranch, you do what I...

I remember what you said.
"Stay close and watch out."

Right!

- You look a lot better without that hat.
- Well, thank you, ma'am.

Maudie: Wait a minute.
Don't close that door.

Morning, Joey.

- Good morning, Maudie.
- Hi, Mississippi, bull.

Morning, Cole.

Good morning, good
morning, good morning!

I'd have more privacy in the middle
of the El Paso rail road station.

(Maudie laughing)

Hello, j.P. How are you?

I'm thinking of selling
tickets, Maudie. I'd get rich.

Got here just in time. Here's
a bar of soap for you.

- Just what I need.
- Hey, what happened to your leg?

Maudie! Maudie, will
you get out of here?

All right, j.P.

- What happened to him?
- He'll be all right.

- Good.
- Got nicked in the leg last night.

I thought you all...

Maudie, I think you ought
to have better sense

than coming around here after
what happened last night.

I ought to have better
sense to come here?

I brought you some food. I
think I'll take it back.

No! No! Now, just a
minute, ma'am...

Cole, sometimes you
make me so mad...

- J.p.: Maudie, Maudie!
- What?

What he's trying to tell
you in his own sweet way

is that it's not safe for
you to come here any more.

Somebody sees you come in
here, they tell mcleod,

then mcleod tries to
use you to get to us.

Well, I never thought
of it that way.

- Well, that's...
- There's something else.

She ought not go out
the front door.

With mcleod and his... well...

All right. Let her
come through this way.

I'll close my eyes.

Come on.

Ma'am, you might just as
well leave that basket.

- Sure, Mississippi.
- Thank you.

Come on, Maudie.

(Door opening)

Hey, you, in the jail.

(Knocking on door)

- Who is it?
- It's me, Polly. I got a note for you.

Don't see nobody with her.

Come on in, Polly.

- Hi, sheriff.
- Hi.

Maudie asked me to
bring this to you.

I'm scared, sheriff. Those
men waiting around.

- All the girls are so scared.
- I know, I know, Polly.

- What's she say, Cole?
- Just what I was afraid of.

There's some of mcleod's men
hanging around her place.

She says for us to watch
out for ourselves,

because she overheard enough to know
that they've got something planned.

Well, I guess you better
go on down there, Cole.

Yeah.

Mississippi, you want to
ride, boldly ride again?

Might be some trouble.

"Over the mountains of the moon

"down the valley of the
shadow," here we come.

Come ahead, Cole.

Look out.

The window. Get their attention.

Go ahead, now.

Steady down!

- A man came in here.
- Out the back way.

- He goes through that door.
- Running fast.

Cole!

- Don't these fellas look familiar?
- Our friends from the border.

Milt and Pedro.

- Where's mcleod?
- I don't know.

These are the people who wait
for people outside of doors.

Kind of makes you wonder
about that door, doesn't it?

You're learning, Mississippi.

Any particular reason why you
want us to go out that way?

No, no, no, no, señor. The
man, he went out that door.

- Pedro's telling the truth.
- See...

You better be because you're
both going out that door.

- You first, milt.
- No!

- Come on, milt.
- No, no, please.

Not that way.

I'm tired of being taken
for a fool. Move!

- Come on! Move!
- Please...

- On your way.
- Don't.

(Gunshot)

- I lied. There's somebody out there.
- I know!

- Wait! I'll go. I'll go.
- You sure will.

Don't shoot! It's milt!
Don't shoot!

(Gunshots)

- All right, Pedro. It's your turn.
- No, no, no!

- Go on!
- No, no, señor, please, please...

- Move!
- Please! Please! I...

Go on, Pedro...

(Groaning)

Cole, are you all right?
What is it, Cole?

Well, Thornton, this is
better than I expected.

Pick him up and take
him out of here.

Joe, give him a hand.

Bull: Can you see anything?

There's hardly anybody
moving on the street.

They run into
trouble, sure enough.

They should have been here or
sent somebody an hour ago.

(Knocking on door)

- Who is it?
- Mississippi. Come on, open up.

- Where's Cole?
- Mcleod's got him.

Well, right after that, this
fella come up from behind me

and give me a headache.

I think it was Jim
Purvis, Jason's foreman.

From there on in, Maudie's gonna
have to tell you what happened...

But was Cole all right?

Yeah, he was all right
when I saw him last,

except his side seemed numb.

- Did they take him away?
- Yeah, they carried him out.

While they were gone, we got
Mississippi into my room,

but when they came back, they
didn't seem to want him bad enough

to try to take him because
they had Cole already.

Yeah.

- Well, it's not too good, is it?
- Sure ain't.

I wouldn't look so
happy if I were you,

because if anything
does happen to Cole...

(Gunshots)

Get back! Stay back.

Nelse: Sheriff! Sheriff, can you hear me?

- It's nelse mcleod.
- Yes, I hear you!

Your friend Thornton's got
something wrong with him,

but it wasn't our doing.

We got four or five guns on
him from across the street,

so don't try and move him.

Bull, watch Jason. Mississippi!

We've got enough guns on your
boss to get the job done.

I expected that.

All right, mcleod,
what's your deal?

You send out Jason alive
and you get your friend.

(Muffled chattering)

All right, bull. Let him out.

Sheriff, you can't do it.

You free Jason, mcleod can
do anything he wants to.

What chance you got then?

Just open the door, bull.

That's far enough, Jason.

Come on, bull, you come where you can
watch him all the way out the door.

All right, Jason. Come on.

Mississippi, get back
here by this window.

Don't open it. Just stand ready.

Slowly, now.

Go on. Right through the door
now. Close it behind you.

I can't close it
with his feet there.

Move them.

That's right. Slowly.

All right, get him out of here. Get
something in front of that door.

- Are you all right, Cole?
- I guess so.

Well, j.P., you made
a great bargain.

You sold out the whole
MacDonald family.

- For what?
- Go ahead. Tell me about it, Cole.

Tell me about how if it was you,
you'd have done it different.

Well, you're gonna
have to face them.

It's my fault, but
they'll blame you.

Yeah.

Nelse: In the jail!

Thornton, I'm sorry it
had to end this way.

I'll always wonder which
one of us was best.

Gracias.

- Can you feel that?
- No.

- Or that?
- It's almost like it was last night, doc.

Come on. Last night, your
whole side was dead.

Now it's just your arm.

It never lasted
all night before.

Donovan: You may have waited too long.

Can't you operate on him, doctor,
and get that bullet out?

I could but he'd be laid up, and he
says he has too much to do right now.

How he's gonna do
it, I don't know.

Bull, you gonna stand there and
look out that window all day?

Yep. Mcleod let us
leave town too easy.

(Carriage approaching)

Joey MacDonald and Saul
MacDonald's wife's coming.

Could be bringing trouble.

Mississippi, you slip out that back
door. See if anybody's following them.

Bull, you watch them, too.

Bull, mr Thornton. Sheriff,
we want to talk to you.

- What's wrong, Joey?
- Joey: Lots of things.

It's my husband, Saul.
Jason's men took him.

- Took him?
- Yes. They've got him.

Joey, you were supposed to
tell your family to watch out.

Cattle got to be
watered, mr Thornton.

A young Mexican boy was with Saul.
They sent the boy back with a message.

Said we could have
Saul back alive

if pa was to turn his water
rights over to Jason.

- And he's going to do it?
- He ain't got any choice.

You know they're never gonna give
Saul back, don't you, sheriff?

I'm afraid that Jason doesn't
want Saul or your father around

to testify as to how he got
the deed to that water.

You've got to do something,
sheriff. You've just got to.

There ain't nobody
trailing that I can see.

J.p.: When is your father
supposed to do all this?

- Tonight.
- 8:00.

They're bringing Saul to Jason's saloon.
Pa's supposed to bring the deed.

They said they'd kill Saul
if anybody tried anything.

That's just what you said about
Jason, wasn't it, sheriff?

That you'd kill him,
and then you didn't.

- No, he didn't.
- Well, what're you gonna do now?

Well, they've got mcleod
and a bunch of gun hands,

and they've got your brother.

You just take a
look around here.

We've got two cripples, a
green kid and a noisy old...

- Indian fighter.
- Indian fighter.

Now, how in the hell do I
know what I'm going to do?

Joey, you go back and tell your pa
we're gonna do whatever we can,

but that it's up to him
whether he gives up or not.

I guess this whole
thing is my fault.

If I hadn't shot you, none
of this would have happened.

- You will try, though?
- Yes, ma'am. We'll try.

I reckon we'll be going.

Well, sheriff, just
what are we gonna do?

I don't know, bull.

Like I told the lady,
I just don't know.

(Gun cocking)

- Can you hit anything that way?
- If I can get close enough.

Load it, will you?

How you gonna get close enough?

Ride right up in front
of Jason's in a wagon.

- You got a wagon, don't you?
- Got a great big one.

Are you crazy? Have
you lost your mind?

- He's making sense.
- They won't think I'm any good.

J.p.: I got away with it, he can.

Last time you took the front
door and I took the back.

This time, we'll do her
the other way around.

Well, maybe we'd better get going
before we think about it too much.

I suppose the best time to get there'd
be just before they expect MacDonald.

8:00, Joey said.

J.p.: Well, bull, I guess you
better hook up a couple of wagons.

Well, come on, Mississippi, before
they think up something else.

Yeah.

Give me the gun.

- Can you see it from there?
- Can't see a thing.

How you gonna get
down from there?

Well, that's easy.
I'm gonna fall down.

J.p., how we gonna
time this thing?

You know they're sure to have
somebody out in back watching.

You trying to tell me how
to run my job, Cole?

No, but I'm a little interested.

I don't know how long I can
keep them busy out in front.

We'll be just as
quiet as we can be.

If we get the job done
before you start shooting,

bull will blow on his horn.

What if they start shooting
before he toots that bugle?

Well, in that case, partner,
you're on your own.

Wait a minute. I got an idea.

- Can I ride into town with you?
- It isn't gonna be pretty to see.

I'd like to be around.

- Will you get off when I say so?
- I'll get off.

Come ahead.

Give me something to lean on.

"And when his strength
failed him at length.

"He met a pilgrim shadow 'shadow,
' said he, 'where can it be.

"'This land called El dorado?"'

- I'll see you, Cole.
- I hope so.

- Bull!
- I'm coming!

What are you doing with
that bow and arrow outfit?

Like Cole said, we got
to be quiet about this.

Can you hit the side of
a barn with that thing?

Ain't going to try to
hit a barn, just a man.

"'Over the mountains of the moon
down the valley of the shadow.

"'Ride, boldly ride, ' the shade
replied 'if you search for El dorado"'

(shouts)

(Bugle tooting)

(Exclaims)

(Exhales)

Well, Maudie, this
is as far as you go.

All right.

- Aren't you gonna say anything?
- Would it do me any good to say it?

- Say what?
- That this is crazy.

No, I'm not gonna say anything.

I'm just gonna go out
and buy you a pine box.

- "About 6'6" ought to be just about...
- Maudie.

The macdonalds. Hold them back.

Tell them to give us
five minutes. Hurry.

Bye, Cole.

(Shouts)

Well, they've got a
lookout there, all right.

Got to get rid of him.

You reckon you could hit him from
here with that bow and arrow, bull?

Can't miss.

Any chance of him yelling
out when he gets hit?

- Plenty.
- Yeah, well, hold it.

I got an idea.

Hold that, and take
good care of that.

What in tarnation are you doing?

(Imitates a Chinese man)

See you rater.

(Speaking gibberish)

What are you trying to say?

(Speaking gibberish)

- You can't go in there.
- Oh, no?

So solly. Come on.

Go on in, bull.

(Piano playing)

Joe never was much good
on that piano, was he?

No, and you shooting them strings
out didn't help none, neither.

Mcleod! Cole Thornton's coming.

Jack, you and a couple of
boys stay with the kid.

Didn't expect to see
you here, mr Thornton.

Hello, mcleod.

- I said...
- My show, Jason.

Hi, Thornton.

There's a little question
unanswered between us.

- Which one of us is best?
- That's right.

I don't think we're gonna find
out the answer to that question.

- No?
- No.

Your gun hand's no good.

You just give me time to get on off
of this wagon and we'll find out.

- Why should I give you any time?
- Call it professional courtesy.

Don't even listen to him. Why
should you give him time?

Curiosity, Jason.

All right, bull.

Get that one close to
the MacDonald boy.

When you hit him,
blow that bugle.

But my better judgement
tells me that I...

(Bugle tooting)

(Shouts)

Freeze it right there, Johnny!

- Where's Saul?
- In there! He's all right.

Joey, I told you to
stay out of this.

- But, pa...
- This is one time I'm glad she didn't.

- I'm much obliged, Joey.
- I owed you something.

Bull: Cole?

Mcleod?

You didn't give me any
chance at all, did you?

No, I didn't.

You're too good to
give a chance to.

Yeah.

I let a one-armed man take me.

J.p., look.

Now that I don't need this
thing, it's working pretty good.

That's always the way, isn't it?

Hey, bull. What's
going on out there?

Town's fit to bust out.

Be a big time tonight. Every
son feels like hollering.

- How's your leg, Cole?
- Ask the doc.

It's not too bad.

You know these wounds were
made by buckshot, don't you?

I thought they were.

- Donovan: Who was using a shotgun?
- Well, there was a certain young man...

I was using a shotgun, doc.

- You? I thought you were on their side?
- He was.

I told you I was no
good with a gun.

Trouble is, doc, Cole was
in front of the gun.

The safe place is behind Mississippi
when he shoots that thing.

You too, bull?

(Chuckles)
I think I'll take a little walk.

- See that gal?
- What gal?

The one that thinks you look
better without that hat.

Why don't you tell her
why you're wearing it?

You don't have to.
I've already told her.

She's madder than a wet hen.

Says you let her make such
a fool out of herself.

(Laughs) a host of friends,
I have a host of friends.

- I'm sorry about that leg.
- Forget it.

Yeah. I'll see you.

Mr Thornton, that'll be a little sore
for a few days, but it'll be all right.

- Yeah!
- I hope you have time

to let me fix your back.

Well, just as soon as
this leg heals, doc.

I'll be ready.

- Hey, Cole. Where's Maudie?
- I was wondering about that, too.

I left her down the street just
before this ruckus started.

She'll probably be
around pretty soon.

Well, I wouldn't count
on that too much.

- I just talked to her down at her place.
- Well?

Well, if you was running for president,
I figure you wouldn't get her vote.

Well, what did I do?

Well, she said she was plumb
through waiting on a man

whilst he's running
around being a target

for anybody that had a
notion to shoot a gun.

Said she just couldn't
take it no more.

- She said that?
- Yeah, she said that,

and she had a few
frills and dressing.

The main idea was the
door was closed.

- (Whistles)
- Well!

Well, Cole, what
are you gonna do?

What can I do? Can't argue
with a closed door.

Glad to hear you say that. Better
just drop the whole thing.

Well, what can I do?

Some other fool would go down
there, try to talk her out of it.

You get in a lot of trouble
with women like that.

You remember what
happened to me.

You're trying to say that I'm
in the same mess you were?

Why, no, I didn't
say that, Cole.

You think I'm gonna make a fool
out of myself, like you did?

Cole, you told me yourself, you cannot
stand to be tied down in one place.

How do you know I
haven't had enough

of running around, selling my
gun arm all over the place?

You said yourself sitting
right here on this...

- Don't put words in my mouth!
- I'm not putting words in your mouth.

And if I'm gonna have somebody tell me
about women, it isn't gonna be you!

- Where is Maudie?
- Down at her place.

- That's my crutch.
- Where's the other one?

Right over there. It's
right under your nose.

I can't make up my own mind.

- You got it under the wrong arm, Cole.
- Well, how would you know?

You been using it first under
one arm and then the other.

Fine friend.

Trying to keep a fella from
doing what he wants to do.

(Laughing)

I reckon the way to get him to do
something is to tell him not to do it.

Not if he didn't want to
do it in the first place.

- You reckon he'll stay here?
- That could be.

Be a good thing
to have him here,

'cause you'll likely wait
a bit, find a new gal,

make a fool of yourself
all over again.

Most likely.

If you leave me, bull, I
could be driven to it.

Well, I ain't said I was
going to leave you.

You as much as said it.

Now, stop putting
words in my mouth.

I just can't do anything
right according to you.

Bull, I need you.

- You what?
- I need you, bull.

Well, now, if you start being nice
to me, I'll quit you for sure.

The shock would be too much.

I'd sooner have you
hung-over and nasty.

Speaking of that, how about
a little drink, bull?

Darn, it took you a long
time to think of that one.

- That was good work, sheriff.
- Thank you, Fred.

Sheriff, it looks like
you're gonna keep your job.

Yeah, it'll be a nice quiet
town after you leave, Cole.

How do you know I'm leaving?

Well, we just don't need
your kind around here.