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(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

Ben: What's it gonna take to make
you somebody? An act of congress?

Well, all you heard, Ben,

was the senator's
full blown adjectives.

I was listening to
the prepositions.

There was a lot of "ifs"
in the senator's speech.

If scalplock will
gamble on its future.

If the community conceivably
demonstrates a civic character

and a sense of
progressive responsibility

demanded by such a venture.

If...

And if the devil's
serving highballs,

hell will be taking in borders.

Why don't you forget the
"ifs" and "ands" and "buts"

and those prepositions
or whatever you call 'em

and remember that there's a
railhead available to scalplock.

A railhead. Do you
understand what that means?

So it takes a little cash

and a whole lot of sweat.

Cash and calluses are what's
changing the face of this country.

Have another drink.

I think I like you better drunk.

Oh, you know something?

I think I do, too.

(Brakes squealing)

What the... What
are we stopping for?

Just what I'm gonna find out.

You'll get up now, Harry.

I will, for a fact. (Chuckles)

Why?

Porter's the name. Vince Porter.

My brother's name was Bob.

Barely turned 17.

Seventeen?

That age didn't seem to hinder him
none when he pistol-whipped that girl

down puma flats, did it?

You see this, bounty hunter?

The very rope they
stretched him with.

Well, I'm gonna build you a noose
with that same length of hemp.

You consider the
fact there was a judge

and 12 men, good and true,

found your brother guilty,
sentenced him to the gallows?

Or was my name just the
first on that shopping list?

What they did wasn't
for profit, nor this, neither.

The way I see it,

burying you is
like skinning a wolf.

It was a genuine public service.

(Gun clicks) So is this train.

Among the benefits
to its passengers

is a built-in
immunity to murder.

I've put in two years
sieving out this polecat.

By heaven, I'm gonna hang him.

I wouldn't hold my
breath if I were you.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Door opens)

(Grunting)

All right! That's enough!

You just bought into
a losin' hand, Calhoun.

Make no mistake,
it don't end here.

That man is mine.

And if I gotta come
through you to get at him,

that's the way it's gonna be.

(Bell tolling)

(Train horn honking)

I'm beholden to
you, Mr. Calhoun.

Forget it.

My life? Not hardly.

You got any flamin' hoops
you want me to jump through,

you just point me in
that direction. (Chuckles)

Harry Wadsworth.

Pleased to meet
you, Mr. Wadsworth.

This sort of thing an everyday
occurrence in your life?

Yes, some weeks are
slower than the others.

It seems to me a man in your
position would be carrying a gun.

Does a mountain
lion wear a cowbell?

Welcome back, Ben.

I see you built
me a raft. (Laughs)

Get you swingin'.

Well, we haven't swung it yet.

I promised the senator
we mean business.

We'd better be able to
prove it when he gets here.

Oh, the bps&d can
prove it right now.

And you're right. We've
been a little busy ourselves.

Would you care to inspect

the new general
offices, Mr. Barrington?

Well, yes, but tomorrow.

My son's waiting for
me. I'll see you later.

A bit early in the day
for that, isn't it, son?

Which?

The liquor, or the lady?

Personally, I find that
both taken in moderation

have enormously salutary
properties. (Clicking)

Moderation... I'd say glutton.

Gummon, papa.

I'll concede there's
a slight difference

between the two, but...

Since I am the apple
of your eye, indulge me.

Trouble is I've
indulged you too much.

I'll take the reins.

(Urging horse)

A ghost, papa?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing, was it?

So it's nothing that
sets the nose jangling

in that granite jar.

(Urging horse)

Hello, Charlie! Charlie: Hello.

What's this?

You don't like it?

Where are the rugs and
the drapes that I ordered?

Barnabas: Oh, right here.

Why aren't they up?

Look at that. Now,
that's got class.

Now, this... That's got class.

But that?

I'd rather do business at
the bottom of a mine shaft.

Which one of you is responsible?

Oh, Ben, when...

Dave, quick, give me a hand.

I want this up and hanged

by the time Ben gets in. (Gasps)

(Sighs) Now look
what you've done.

What I've done?

I should've known.

One look and I should've
known... Ben, please.

Do you have any
idea what this office

would've looked
like done your way?

Have you? Well, certainly!

Be cozy. That's
how it'd look. Cozy.

Cozy? Like a
sportin' house is cozy!

It'd be a whole lot better
than a funeral parlor.

My dear friend,

you are the
president of a railroad.

This is your headquarters.

You're going to be receiving
important visitors here.

I mean men of
wealth and position

and, I might add, breeding.

Now, do you imagine

that under the
influence of this,

they're going to be able to
concentrate on business?

No! They're gonna
be sitting here

waiting for the
dancing girls to come in.

I could be wrong,
of course. But...

I seem to, uh,

detect an implication

of criticism against my taste.

Well, saints preserve us.

I do believe I've
struck a nerve.

Get a load of that. Women.

Poor misguided
creatures that they are,

seem to think that they've
got a monopoly on good taste.

Now, since when
don't red go with red?

Boy, talk about
base ingratitude.

Fine, just have it your way.

Go ahead, put the
red velvet drapes in.

How about sequined cuspidors

and a few purple ostrich plumes?

(Sighs) Julie!

What do you want?

Well, they were fresh out of
flaming hoops, Mr. Calhoun,

so I, um...

It's a good year, too.

At least, the man
assured me that it was.

Of course, it's the only
year they had. (Chuckles)

Which don't allow much
room for negotiating.

Harry Wadsworth.

Julie Parsons, Dave
tarrant, barnabas Rogers.

Hi. How are you?

Howdy.

Some ritzy-looking office
you got here, Mr. Calhoun.

Well, welcome to
scalplock, Mr. Wadsworth.

I cannot tell you
what a pleasure it is

to meet a man of such
rare good judgment.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

Oh, I guess you
ought to do this.

I'd do well to, uh, tap
a beer keg. (Laughs)

Barnabas, get the glasses.

Celebrate some special occasion?

(Cork pops)

Well, I thought you knew,
miss Julie. It's all over town.

Mr. Calhoun brought
home the railhead.

You mean we got it?

Oh, no, I didn't know.

No one bothered to tell me.

Try getting a word in
edgewise around here.

Of course, I realize that
I'm a stranger on the scene,

but I would like to
propose the toast.

To scalplock, and a
bright and shining future.

To scalplock. Thank you, Harry.

Well... (Chuckles)

It was nothing compared
to what you did for me.

It was like a pebble in a creek.

(Chuckles)

Say, uh...

They tell me that you
run the local freight office.

Yes, that's right.

Harry: Well, that's
hard to believe.

A delicate little
thing like you.

(Chuckles)

(Breathing heavily)

Are you all right?

(Panting)

Oh, that's a darn
fool stunt to pull.

Champagne on an empty stomach.

Well, when was the
last time you ate?

As a matter of fact,
I don't remember.

Ben, remember what I was
saying to you just the other day

about needing help in the store?

It wouldn't necessarily be that golden
opportunity you're looking for, but...

Sure would cover room and board.

(Panting) Well, miss Julie,

even if the wages
was skunk weed,

a man would be a fool not
to take you up on that offer,

just for the pleasure
of your company.

Julie: Well, thank you.

Mr. Calhoun, why don't
you try skipping a few meals?

It might improve your manners.

Hey, big boy,
come here. (Grunts)

You tell your mommy this
is good for your teeth, okay?

(Laughs) Okay. Good boy.

Planning on going into
politics at state level,

or you going to start
locally? (Laughs)

I've been watching you, Harry.

With your gift for
being neighborly,

you could run for
mayor tomorrow.

Shade the incumbent
by six to one.

Neighborliness comes
easy in scalplock.

Folks are natural
and friendly-like.

Make you feel like
you belong straight off.

Still, when you
stepped off of that train,

I'm sure your ambitions
ran bigger than this?

Big takes time, Ben.

Practice and Patience
is what I do best.

(Both chuckle)

(Grunts)

Well, seems I forgot
to thank you. For what?

For Harry.

(Chuckles)

You didn't forget to thank me.

Ben!

Have a little talk with you?

About the town meeting tonight?

Thought we had all of our
strategy straightened out.

Not that. Harry Wadsworth.

At first, I thought he
was just passing through.

Now I find that
he's sinking roots,

or at least trying to.

I'd like to know, how come?

(Chuckles) How come?

I suppose the same reason
any man would want to sink roots.

Maybe sprout himself a future.

Yes, but at whose expense?

Ben, it only takes one sick cow

to contaminate a water hole.

We don't need his
kind around here.

Especially not now.
Now, wait a minute.

What do you mean, "his kind"?

Don't tell me you don't know
that he's a bounty hunter.

No, I didn't know.

Or how many years he's
plied his stinking trade,

ten, at least.

Well, I know one thing for sure.

He's not plying his trade
right now in this town.

You can state that for a fact?

Can you state differently?

Ben, you are a complete fool.

Well, I suppose you
can find a lot of folks

that will agree with
you on that, all right.

But I suppose we've
all got a few skeletons

hanging around in our closets.

Haven't we?

Are you closing
in on a point, Ben?

Not anything specific.

The thing that puzzles me is

why a man that I've seen
browbeat tough cattlemen

and hardened politicians

would all of a sudden
get so up in the air over

an ex-bounty hunter
that comes stumbling

into town here

without enough shoe
leather to strike a match on

without burning his foot.

There's death in that
man, do you hear me?

Death and destruction!

Listen to me, Ben.

In a few days, a
unites states senator

will be stepping off your train.

He'll study us like so many bugs

under a magnifying glass.

What do we do with
Harry Wadsworth?

Sweep him under a rug
until company leaves?

Ben, this is my town, too.

It's everybody's
town. Including his.

Ben, I want that man
gone from scalplock.

You want him to leave
town? Go and tell him.

He's right down in
the general store.

(People clapping)

Prosperity has got to have
a little finding its way into

everyone's savings account.

But if you want that prosperity,

we are all gonna have
to work. Work hard.

Right now, scalplock
is dying on the vine.

It has very little commerce,

no manufacturing, no industry.

Businessmen and merchants,

they come in here,
take a look and leave.

Without this railhead,

in five years, scalplock's
gonna become a ghost town.

The only thing it'll be
moving up and down the street

down here will be tumbleweeds.

(People murmuring) Man: Amen.

Ben, you own the railroad,

and Dan has to get
his cattle to market.

Aren't they gonna
lose a lot less weight

if they ride instead of walk?

And you're afraid lying
will do a lot more business

without the railhead.

Is that what you figured, too?

You know me
better than that, Ben.

Ben: I hope so.

Now, Dan and I have
promised the senator

that we will instigate
a building program

that would keep pace with the
expansion that's bound to follow

after the railhead's
been established.

But that expansion program includes
a lot more than just whitewashing

or painting the fronts
of a few buildings.

But what does it mean, Ben?

Scalplock isn't Chicago

and there's no point in
kidding ourselves that it is.

But what was Denver,
Kansas City, St. Louis

before they became a railhead?

Well, I'm the mayor,
but the mayor of what?

A town without a
council, without a charter.

A town without a sheriff.

I tell you, we're
at the crossroad.

We may never get
this chance again.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Ben: It's all right, mayor.

It's a town meeting. We
should hear from everyone.

'Cause it's gonna take
everyone to make it successful.

It's going to take a lot of
hard work and a lot of money.

But to show my faith in
the future of scalplock,

I'm gonna start
it off with $1,000.

I'll add another $1,000.

(Sighs) That makes it $3,000.

But only because I am
allergic to tumbleweed.

(All laughing)

Welcome aboard, Julie.

Can anybody climb
on that bandwagon?

My papa says I'm not
civil minded enough.

Just to prove him a
poor judge of character

I'd like to add this to the pot.

In lieu of financial assistance,

apply this contribution to the
scalplock cultural renaissance.

Haven't you had your
little jokes, honey?

Why don't you return
this to its rightful owner?

Oh, can't we dispense
with the middleman?

You look like you
could do the job, to me.

I could, for a fact,

if I wasn't already
comfortably employed.

Look, I'm not a rich man, but...

Neither am I.

But I got money for a drink.

You'll wait just
about five minutes,

I'll buy the drinks.

Now... Well, I'll be dogged.

You've talked my
throat dry. Now...

You pack it in, hear?

We came here to
drink. (All murmuring)

I knew I should've
appointed a sergeant-at-arms.

You were asked
to wait, I believe.

Now you swap
places with me, pilgrim.

And I'll wait. Ooh, yeah.

You can just bet I'll wait.

(Groans)

(Women screaming)

(Yelling)

You.

Haul that garbage out of here.

Did you see it?
Did you see that?

He snapped his arm
like it was a dry twig.

Come on, Harry.

What if Callahan's gun
would've cleared the holster?

Harry is not even armed.

And thanks to your interference,
he'd be dead right now.

But he isn't, is he?

No, he isn't.

Suppose that comes as somewhat

of a disappointment to you.

A vintage year, the man
said it was. (Chuckles)

Of course, he was
a shipyard little mite

that dealt three-card
tarot on the side.

All right, Ben, all
right. (Both chuckle)

And would you try a little
of the jam, miss Julie?

No, thank you.

Made from fish eggs,
they say it is. (Chuckles)

A little salty, but...

Topped with a little
dollop of sorghum,

you'll hardly notice it.

You keep it up and
you're gonna be topped

with a little dollop of
sorghum molasses.

Beats anything I've ever seen.

A little spare-boned
filly like yourself,

running a
freightliner. (Chuckles)

Ben Calhoun, you're jealous!

I'm what?

You heard me. You're jealous.

(Chuckles)

Well, I've been called
thick-skinned, mule-headed,

boastful, devious...

And I'm treacherous,
lecherous, lustful,

and incorrigibly unscrupulous.

But no one's ever
called me jealous.

In other words, you have
absolutely nothing to recommend you.

Come here.

I beg your pardon?

Come here.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna permanently
correct that impression.

May be a good
year for the grape.

Sure turning out to
be a bad one for me.

Hope I didn't interrupt
some important business.

Chances are we'll never know.

Man wants to talk,

he should make sure
the time's right for talking.

What would you
like to talk about?

Well, you know what folks
think about a bounty hunter.

To me, it was just a job, like
the gravedigger or a hangman.

Didn't have a trade
or any craft of any sort.

I had no feel for the
soil that farming needs.

I tried punching cows, they'd
just punch me right back.

But I never made a friend.

Never shared a joke.

Never slept in a bed

that hadn't seen somebody
else's backside the night before.

You think there's
riches in bounty?

Reservation injun
eats closer to the plate.

Still and all, when I swung
down off your train the other day,

busted, flatter than a man with
a Monday morning hangover.

It wasn't failure set me down,
but just a whole lot of lonesome.

I got friends now,
thanks to you,

and a place to be from.

And I wanna keep it that way.

That's why this decision
don't come easy to me.

What decision?

It seems that mayor Osborne
and a bunch of the village elders

put their heads together,

and come up with this.

Pocket's a funny place to
be wearing a sheriff's badge.

Well, I haven't accepted yet.

That's what I want
to talk to you about.

Why me?

Ben, there's facts the folks around
here just don't know about me.

The way I look at it,
a man's past is like...

Like yesterday's newspaper.

Dan barrington subscribe
to that philosophy, does he?

No, I suppose he doesn't.

But neither does he dictate
the policies of scalplock.

There are a lot of things you'll have
to remember if you become sheriff.

One is that you're gonna
be dealing with a lot of dirt.

Ah. You can keep the
streets clean, all right.

But there will still be an awful lot
of mud that will stick to your boots.

Another thing a sheriff has
to do, he has to say "no" a lot,

when, many times, "yes" would
be a far more popular answer.

Honor and dignity.

Those are labels never
been pinned on me before.

This town's on the move.

I'd like to move with it.

Then why don't you?

Put the badge on.

The mayor, he's been
around this town a long time,

he knows what it needs.

If he wants you for
sheriff, then obviously

it's because he thinks
you're the right man.

Being needed.

I guess that
says it all, don't it?

Hey!

Ben!

You made that killer sheriff.

The town made him sheriff.

But you concurred!

I didn't object.

When the streets are
littered with innocent corpses,

maybe then you'll
come to your senses!

Why don't you stop trying
to cut up a man down

just because you've
got a personal grudge?

If you've got a legitimate
charge to make, then make it.

If not, as you
can see, I'm busy.

Ben!

This is me you're
talking to. An old friend.

Then behave like one. So will I.

You're not making it easy.

Are you?

Ben, you're rubbing me.
I'm getting saddle blisters.

There's nothing in our
working relationship, Dan,

that says we have to
drink from the same cup.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

(Grumbling)

Afternoon, Mr. Barrington.

What was that?

What'd it look like?

(Chuckles) Cyclone
with a bellyache.

That's what it was.

(Soft piano music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Lloyd: Hey, sheriff.

You talking to me, Sonny?

Is there another
sheriff on the premises?

Yeah, I reckon not.
What was it you wanted?

A point of information.

How come our big,
bold peace officer

doesn't pack a gun?

Isn't that standard equipment

for dealing with
thieves, blaggards,

and civil insurrection?

That's the easy way.

I'm not being paid
to do it the easy way.

Besides, it's more fun
to break a man's arm.

Right, sheriff?

That's the liquor
talking, Sonny.

You make sure you
don't talk too much.

Sheriff...

The second point of information.

How come my daddy
doesn't like you?

(Sighs)

When it comes to liking a body,

there's only two
ways to cast a vote.

And he cast his.

I'd like a straight answer.

What would you do
with it if you got it?

Sheriff.

Sheriff, I ain't through
talking to you yet.

Lloyd, don't play around
with that man. Oh, shut up.

(Playing soulful
tune) (Laughter)

Just full of
contradiction, Harry.

Courtly manners and
then explosive violence.

Like draping a lace shawl
over a stick of dynamite.

I tell you, you're a
Chinese puzzle to me.

I don't want to be a
puzzle to anybody.

Especially, in this town.

Well, you've a staunch
champion in Ben Calhoun.

I guess you know that, huh?

Everything I have, I owe to him.

My life included.

What I don't owe
to you, that is.

Oh!

I'll be able to pay
him back some way.

But I'll never be able to work
off my debt to you, miss Julie.

Harry, there's nothing
to pay me back for.

Now, listen, when
you know me longer,

you'll realize that
whatever else I am,

I am a shrewd businesswoman.

I don't make bad investments.

And you've earned your wages,

and don't you forget it.

I reckon you don't
entirely grasp what I mean.

I don't hold up my
life for admiration.

You see, all those
names and faces,

they don't make
for a soft pillow.

That's a fact.

Living the way I did,

a wife and kids were never in

the smallest part of my mind.

But they are now.

You understand what
I'm saying, miss Julie?

Yes, I understand.

Just as long as I
got it said. (Chuckles)

Good night. Good night.

(Whistling)

There's $5,000 here.
Take it, it's yours.

There's a horse saddled and
waiting for you at the livery stable.

You could be long
gone come sunup.

I never took a nickel
I hadn't earned first.

You should know that.

You'll earn it by
leaving scalplock.

Subtracting me won't
subtract the burrs

from your bed blanket,

Mr. Barrington.

Put your money
away, I'm staying.

What do you want?

I got what I want.

And you got what you wanted.

And you remember it that way.

Prettiest thing I ever saw.

What is it?

Wagon.

You didn't buy it, did you?

Made a deposit on it.

Dave: You what?

Ben, somebody must have left
you standing in the sun too long.

Why don't you let a man finish?

I made a deposit on the model.

Oh. (Chuckles)

(Door opens) Vince: Calhoun!

What do you want?

He knows.

You for Harry Wadsworth.
That's the swap.

What makes you
think he's even here?

You for him. Any argument?

Now, there's no reason for that.

None of us are armed.

Stay where you are.

Boy!

If you've got any
feelings for these fellas,

you go fetch that
Harry Wadsworth.

And you remember something here.

You remember him.

Now, Wadsworth comes peaceful,

and he comes ignorant.

You got it?

You play it any different,

the undertaker's
gonna be hiring help.

I told you, Calhoun.

Harry Wadsworth is mine.

And I am going to hang him.

Barnabas: He told
me not to warn you

or lead on or anything,

or he'll kill Mr. Calhoun.

From the looks of it
he'll do that anyway.

Sheriff, you gotta figure a
way out... All right, easy, boy.

Just easy.

You stop fretting.

Everything's gonna be dandy.
You just do as I say, huh?

It's gonna be fine. It will.

Really will.

Vince: There's one
street in this boomtown.

How long does it
take to get a man

and bring him down here?

Fifteen seconds, Calhoun.

Then I'm all done waiting.

I warned you what to expect

if you came back empty-handed.

Now, this little episode should
give future trouble-makers

some food for thought, hmm?

I'd say, sheriff, that you'd
earned a year's wages

your first week in office.

That's kind of you, mayor.

I'm sorry there wasn't
some way of accommodating

those three, short
of killing them.

Oh, Harry, you saw
your duty and you did it.

There's no call to reproach
yourself. (Chuckles)

Smartest thing I ever did
was pick you for the job.

That and, uh, leaving Texas.

(Both chuckle)

Why'd you kill him, Harry?

Why?

The first two, it's
understandable.

They had their guns out

and everything happened so fast,

there was no time for neatness.

But the third one
was running away.

Running, that's right.

You ever try to hit a
moving target? (Chuckles)

Well, a bullet's got
a mind of its own.

I examined that corpse.

The bullet was right
smack between the ears.

Are you a crack shot?

You could have
hit him in the leg

easier than you could
have hit him in the head.

Yeah, and six months later, he'll
be out prowling the streets again.

Isn't that for a judge
and a jury to decide?

You have a funny way of, uh,
thanking a man for saving your life.

I know.

I was in that position once.

I saved yours, remember?

Maybe now you're
regretting it, is that it?

Ben, he was
garbage. They all were.

We can't have their kind run into
town like that, dirtying up our streets.

Killing them was
like lancing a boil.

The senator's
gonna be here soon.

Now we gotta show him a...

A bright and
scrubbed face, right?

When I took this job,

you said to me,

"a sheriff, he
sweeps the streets,

"but he don't win no
popularity contest."

Now, I don't care
about the rest of them.

But I thought that
you and I were friends.

We are friends.

Because we're
friends, I'm gonna...

Suggest that you resign.

Resign?

At least give some
consideration.

Because in the performance
of my sworn duties,

I gunned down three scrubby
buscaderos, I'm supposed to quit, huh?

No, not because you killed them.

But because you
enjoyed killing them.

Three, three, three, two, six...

(Gasps)

(Sighs) You scared me to death!

(Laughs)

What are we celebrating now?

Well, that's up to you.

I've been trying to track down

a vagabond decimal point
here for about three hours.

Tomorrow's the
first of the month,

and if I don't get
these books back...

Now, you're just... You're through
with those ledger books now.

That's no life for you.

You belong behind a cook stove.

Me? I don't know the
difference between

a coffee burner
and a butter churner.

(Laughs) Well, you'll learn.

You know, I was
talking to the mayor

not more than an hour ago.

And he said there is a
merchant in hortonville

just panting to buy you
out. They pay top dollar, too.

No, I should think so.
He'd be a fool not to,

now that the
railhead's coming in.

Well, see, that's just my point.

Your property is
doubled in value.

It's a seller's market.

And the mayor
was telling me also

about a little hunk of land
down there by the creek,

and it's just as
pretty as a postcard.

We can live in your
house while we're building.

Whoa, boy, you're
going too fast for me.

Well, I gotta go fast.
All those wasted years...

I got a belly full of hunger
just crying out for cake.

(Chuckles)

It's what we
both want, ain't it?

Oh, Harry...

Well, ain't it?

Miss Julie, I got a
place here in scalplock

and I wanna keep it.

And I got plans, too.

Somebody said I
ought to go into politics.

Well, why not? I mean,
when the cards run for you,

you gotta ride with
them all the way.

There is no woman born

that isn't flattered

by a proposal.

I mean... Oh, wait a minute.

Don't say anything anymore.

Uh...

You just sleep on it.

I'm anxious, sure,
but... (Chuckles)

That, uh...

That champagne
there, it waited six years.

One more day ain't
gonna make no difference.

I don't have to sleep on it.

I'm sorry, this
is just terrible.

I... last night, when
you walked me home,

you made your
intentions perfectly clear,

and I guess I should
have said something then.

But it's hard, I mean...

Nobody likes to step on
someone else's dream,

even if the dream includes them.

I'm sorry.

No, i'm... (Sighs)

It couldn't be.

It just couldn't be.

You were too sweet. And I...

You're just... You're
too special toward me.

But that wasn't
hard, Harry, I like you.

I like you very much.
Everyone does.

But you like Ben
Calhoun better, is that it?

That doesn't have
anything to do with it.

That's how it is, isn't it?

That's how it always was.

No, Harry. No.

You were just using me just to
make him jealous, weren't you?

Go on, admit that now!

You were just using
me, weren't you?

Weren't you?

No, that's not it.

Come on, admit that now!

Come on, admit it! Huh?

(Screaming) Harry,
stop! Isn't that right?

Harry! (Screaming)
Admit it! Admit it!

(Screaming) Hey!

(Grunting)

(Choking)

Harry, stop it!

Stop, Harry, you're killing him!

Stop it, you're killing him!

Harry, stop it! (Sobbing)

No, don't...

(Sighs)

(Door closes) (Sobbing)

You want me to
go get Mr. Calhoun?

(Sniffles) No.

You better not tell
him anything about this.

No.

Well, if it isn't
killer Wadsworth.

Killer, huh?
That's me, all right.

I got so many notches on my gun,

I could use it for a
bear cub teething ring.

(Laughs) He admits it.

How do you know all that?

You know, you asked me, uh,

why your pappy
didn't come to me.

I think that you
deserve an answer.

You see, old Dan, he, uh,

come out with a story that your
mama was took with a lung fever.

Your pappy fibbed to you, boy.

I guess, besides him,

I'm the only one that
could tell it how it was.

Not 12 years ago,
this coming may,

he was just a
little sheriff then.

Your mama, she just picked
up stakes and vanished.

Well, old Dan, he
didn't go down easy.

Old Dan, he, uh...

He said, "well, it
was a tough life,

"and she was a delicate woman."

One foot in Philadelphia,

the hens out there clucking
their heads off for grain,

and she's in the parlor,
doing needlepoint.

Then one day, word
comes back that,

it wasn't home, and
mother, that his little lady

went to Nogales.

Straight into the
arms of a drummer.

You're lying.

No, no. No.

I'm giving it to you
chapter and verse, boy.

"$1,000." that's
what old Dan said.

"Just find 'em."

Well, I found 'em.

You can imagine
under what conditions.

That drummer, he
had a little old derringer.

Why, no bigger than a horse-fly.

Didn't pack half
as much of a sting.

I've never seen a man die

with such an astonished
look on his face.

I told your mama she'd
have to come with me.

That was part of my deal.

But, uh, she wasn't
in the mind to.

We were one flight up
and the window was open.

I guess she figured that
one story was enough.

It wasn't.

She was three days dying.

I'll kill you!

I swear I'll kill you!

Maybe.

Anyhow, you're going
to get your chance.

I want to meet you over at
the depot tomorrow morning.

You better locate
yourself a gun.

You have yourself
a good night's sleep.

Your sheriff called Lloyd out.

That's what I heard.

Three fresh grains
aren't enough to satisfy

that killer you
brought into town.

Ben: Now let's get
one thing straight.

I didn't invite him
to come in here.

That was his own idea.

I merely supplied
the transportation.

Yes, but ever since he got here,

you've defended him.

Boosted him every
chance you got.

Even though I told
you what could happen.

This is no time
to argue about it.

I came here to tell you
that if Lloyd walks outside,

he's as good as dead.

He's not going out there alone.

I'm going with him.

Very noble. Also very foolish.

Dan: It's the only way.

For quite some time now,
you've been telling me

that Harry Wadsworth
is my responsibility.

If that's true, then I'm going
to accept that responsibility.

Now...

Oh, Ben. Where are you going?

Ben: To see Harry.

No, no, that's just what
he wants you to do.

He's jealous of you, Ben,

and he's counting on you
doing exactly what you're doing.

It's not Lloyd's death
he wants, it's yours.

In that case, it doesn't
make any difference, does it?

It's going to be me,
either now or later.

There must be some other way.

There is.

But it's going to be
up to Harry to take it.

I don't need him to
fight my battles for me.

Dan, you better talk some
sense into that boy of yours.

Son, things have never
been easy between us.

And chances are
they'll get even worse.

But Ben is right.

And this one time, you're
going to do as you're told.

Lloyd, it's not your fight.

Out there, you'd
only be Ben's proxy.

And a dead proxy at that.

He'd kill a dozen men to get
to Ben, if that's what it takes.

But Dave, gunplay is
Harry's stock and trade.

It was Ben's, too.

Before he got lucky in a
poker game and won a railroad.

Train's going out tonight.

Going to pick up the senator.

Big doings tomorrow.

That's right.

Well, the time is right.

I was expecting someone else.

Were you, Harry?

No, not actually.

It doesn't have to be like this.

Sure it does.

Get on that train
and ride out of here.

Everybody's quits.

Ride out of town?

Ben, I like it here.

For the most part, it likes me.

Leave scalplock?

Calhoun, I want to
tell you something.

I got you plumb up to here.

Ben Calhoun this,
Ben Calhoun that.

It's like the town
and everybody in it

is out to nominate you for god.

Well, that job's
already been filled.

By you, Harry?

All right, too much talking
and not enough shooting.

Now, I'm fast.

But I don't want any
rumbling afterwards

about how I tarnished this badge

by taking advantage.

So you go ahead and
make your play, Calhoun.

I'll wait.

And if I don't?

You've got to.

Otherwise, barrington's
kid don't see sunset.

(Gunshots)

You never told me
you were that good.

You never asked.

Just goes to show,

you should never take
anything for granted.

I would have
been a good sheriff.

If only I...

If only...

Harry.

(Sniffling)

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