All language subtitles for Posse (Western 1975) Kirk Douglas, Bruce Dern . Bo Hopkins-eng,89min

- Is Strawhorn there?
- Yes, sir.

- The money, too?
- Yes, sir.

Fire! Fire!

Where's Strawhorn?

The end of Strawhorn's gang.

But if I don't get him,
I don't get elected.

He's dead, sir.

"Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.

"Eye for eye, tooth for tooth,

"hand for hand, foot for foot."

O Lord, this good man died
in the faithful performance of his duty

at the hands of Jack Strawhorn.

His death shall be avenged.

Let us pray.

Hey, drinks for everybody!

Where you been keeping yourself?

I want all of you to join me
in a toast to a great man.

Howard Nightingale.

And there he is. Our next senator!

Nightingale!

Hey, how about you, mister?

I want everybody
with a drink in his hand.

Be my pleasure to buy you a drink, sir.

What would be your pleasure, sir?

Someone help him.

Back inside. Get back inside!

Get the gun.

Get back!

Mama!

Strawhorn, you're under arrest.

I got what I came for.
I ain't looking for any dividends.

What's laying back there
ain't nothing to nobody.

Now, all these people can do is fire you.

For smart lawmen,
there's always better towns, believe me,

and better jobs.

I ain't leaving town. Neither are you.

The only help these people
are gonna give you, son,

is with your coffin.

Pawn the gun.

Take the first train out.

Someday, we'll have a drink.

Strawhorn!

This isn't gonna make
Nightingale very happy.

Get your hands off the train.

Hey there, get your hands off the train.

What's going on?

It's him! It's Nightingale!

We sure need you, Mr Nightingale.

It was Jack Strawhorn.

Killed them both in cold blood.
It was awful.

The Sheriff and a man
named Pensteman.

- Pensteman?
- Yes, sir.

Mount up!

- How long ago?
- About two hours.

Rode off toward the hills.

- Damn fools tried to arrest him.
- Should have shot him on sight.

Nobody'll fight faster than we will.

But we couldn't tell
what was happening.

How do we protect ourselves?

That's my job.

- Marshal Nightingale?
- Yes, sir?

Hellman, Tesota Sentinel.

What can I do for you?

You were commissioned to capture
Strawhorn and his gang. Right?

His gang is dead.

- Does that mean Strawhorn escaped?
- Temporarily.

If you fail to capture Strawhorn,

could this affect your
campaign for senator?

I'll leave that
to your impartial judgment.

I'll be back. Come on.

- Go, Senator!
- Hooray!

Go, Senator!

- Mr Hellman?
- Get him, Marshal.

Would you turn around, please?

Yeah, that's fine. Fine. Thank you.
Just hold it right there.

Hold it right there.

Thank you.

Pepe, don't be a bigger fool
than God made you!

Pretend you got a few
more brains than a rabbit.

How can I have brains?
You got them all.

What a place.
I could kill you 50 times.

- Whoever comes better come with God.
- They ain't gonna need God. We are.

What is the trouble this time?

Your message said nothing
about the others.

Dead.

- Dead? Everyone?
- You got it.

- They were the best.
- No, second best.

You are about to see the best.

Now, what do you got?

Get that son of a bitch!

Hey, run, baby!

Come on, get that ball in here!

Here!

Come on, get that ball in here!

They're practicing.

Come on!

Look at them, huh?

You want to kill a train?
Here are your matadors.

Jack Strawhorn.

Say his name, the railroad cries!

Once a month, there's a Santa Fe Flyer
comes through here.

Carries a payroll, a big one.

Gold.

I take 50%* of what we get,

and y'all split up
the rest among yourselves.

You're working for me,
so you just take orders from me.

You don't have to think.
I'll do the thinking.

Are you ready?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

We'll see about that
when the posse rides in.

In, but not out.

You.

You. And with the cigar.

Get the rest of the men
armed and yourselves,

and get up there to them shacks
just as quick as you can.

Hey, you really talk good, Jack.

Santa Fe Flyer. Payroll in gold.

You ignorant son of a bitch!
What are you trying to do to me, huh?

I asked you for men,
and you deliver me cucarachas.

Two weeks, you get them,

but you gave me two days,
gringo cabron.

What do you expect, Joaquin Murietta?

I must be stupid.

Well, then, don't blame me!

Why do I work with you?

Why? Just give me one reason!

You're stupid, too.

And I had to leave tracks
the blind could follow.

It's either me or them.

But with these pitiful people...

But you make men, Jack.
I've seen you do it.

Why, in 30 days...

I don't have 30 days!
I've got 30 minutes, so making is out!

That posse's right on my tail.

- How many?
- Six.

We're eight and two. Ten.

Pepe, you don't know those six,
or who's leading them.

- Who?
- Come on!

- Tell me! Who?
- Nightingale.

Now, get this straight.
We're going to let them ride in.

That's the sluice.

As soon as they're
this side of the sluice, they're in range.

Got it?

I want four of you
in that shack over there,

and four in this shack right here.

Two in each window.

From them positions, we've got
the entire little valley covered.

When they're in range,

you let fly with everything
that you've got.

But not until they're in range.

Don't fire a shot
until they're this side of the sluice.

- Now, you got that?
- Yeah.

We'll be up on that hill. Crossfire.

In you go.
Everybody take their positions.

This is going to be easy!

Let's go!

If money can make a miracle,
we can have a good day.

Every day above ground is a good day.

Boy, oh, boy, it's gonna be like shooting
fish in a barrel!

They're here! All right, now get ready.

Now, remember, now, don't shoot
until they're this side of the sluice!

Now, you guys shoot from over there
and we're gonna do it from over here.

Dismount.

Those shanties are out of range,
but let's give them a volley.

Get ready.

Fire!

Hold your fire.

- Let them have it!
- Let's kill them!

Assholes!

Short. Stupid bastards. Way short.

I figure seven, maybe eight.

Spread out and go get them.

Let's go get them!

Look out! Shoot!

Get out of here!

Open up! Somebody help me.

Get back here, you goddamn coward!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot me.

Come on. I've seen enough.

Don't leave me!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Drop your gun. Drop it!

Hands behind your back.

As Marshal of the State of Texas,
I arrest you for train robbery

and murder.

They got him! They got him!
There he is!

How do you like it now,
you son of a bitch?

You're going to get it!

Kill him now!

Good for you, Nightingale! You got him!

Great job, Marshal.

You gutless bastard.

- Now, what's the headline?
- "Nightingale Captures Strawhorn."

Reset the type. I'll get the story.

All this work for nothing.

You're not so brave now, Strawhorn.
Dirty murderer!

You goddamn coward!

- He should be hanged.
- Somebody get a rope.

- String him up!
- That yellow coward.

Please, please! I know how you feel,
but I have a job to do.

Let me finish it.

Marshal, good. I told you, you'd get him.

Take him in.

You've got that election now.

Lock him up.

No, Marshal, please.
Let me just take one picture.

I don't like being shot at,
even by a camera.

All right. Fine.
McCanless, get your ass out of there.

Come on, Wiley. Make it quick.

- Hey, mister, can I have one of those?
- Of course, as many as you want.

One's enough.

All right, now, how's this?

Yeah, fine. You people stand still
there, will you? Please. Thank you.

Let's hear it for Nightingale!

- Nightingale!
- Nightingale!

- Nightingale! Nightingale!
- Nightingale! Nightingale!

Boo!

What in hell happens to us
when he gets elected?

Krag goes with him.
The Indian goes back to the reservation.

We'll probably end up buried
in a grave by the railroad.

- Come on, has he ever let us down?
- He'll take care of us.

Yeah. Maybe he'll get us a nice, soft
sheriffs job like the one in Tesota here.

Strawhorn left spots like that
all over Texas.

He'll take care of us.

I admire a man who's loyal,
but there's one thing I admire more.

Excuse me, boys.

Ma'am, excuse me,
but my name's John Wesley.

I'm Katharine Cooper.
My husband and I own the cafe.

Oh, yes, ma'am, me and my friends

were just talking about
the nice welcome you people give us.

No more than you deserve.

Have they arranged for the fiesta yet?

- Not yet, but I hope so.
- I hope so, too.

May I?

Tell you what, keep your eye
on that coin and you can have it.

Blow.

There it is. Right there.

You two must be
the prettiest girls in Tesota.

Mr Jones? Would you send
these wires off for me in this order:

The Governor, the Attorney General,
the President of the Railroad

and the Austin Herald Express?

- Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
- Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen.

Marshal, is there anything else
you need, sir?

Well, as a matter of fact,
I could use a blacksmith if it's possible.

Right away.

- Oh, and a carpenter, too, to board up...
- Jeb!

A jail cell on the train.

Send the smithy and the carpenter
over to the train.

Yes, sir.

Anything else, Marshal?

Oh, you haven't met Mrs Ross.

May I present Marshal Nightingale?

- How do you do, Marshal?
- How do you do?

- I'm so happy to meet our next senator.
- Oh, I'm happy you think so.

And it's my pleasure to offer you
the hospitality of my hotel.

Thank you.

- The best accommodations in town.
- Absolutely.

- For you and your men.
- Well, that's very kind of you,

but my men are accustomed
to plain living and so am I.

Oh.

Of course, I do like
to indulge myself at times.

I'll try to see to it
that you're comfortable.

Mrs Ross, I'm very grateful.

Grateful? Sir, we're the ones
who are grateful.

Yes, in fact, we're planning
a little celebration for you tonight.

A tribute, sir, to you and your men.

- Arranged all the details.
- And you'll give a speech.

Now hold it, hold it. I came here
to do a job, not campaign for office.

Marshal Nightingale, your job is done.

- Mr Strawhorn.
- Who are you?

Hellman, from the Tesota Sentinel.

- You mind?
- Not allowed.

Well, sir, I'll stand right here.

I just want to ask him a few questions.

Got to get permission from the Marshal.

Well, I'd like to ask him a question then.
You got a cigarette?

Sir, I must remind you
that we're in the age of New Journalism.

Bless you, sir.

All right. Downstairs. Let's go.

Say, Hellman. Tell them the truth.

Tell them I'm innocent.
A victim of circumstance!

Mistaken identity.

Could I have a light?

I don't have a match.

Eat it.

What a nice man.

Marshal, you've got this town sewed up.

The time to count votes
is after the election.

- I see a lot of posters of my opponent.
- Take a look around tonight.

- Newspaper's not backing me.
- Newspapers don't vote.

After what you've done for this town?
Don't worry about it. He'll come around.

Marshal, your deputy,
acting on your orders,

refuses to let me speak with Strawhorn.

Now, why is that?

Sit down, Mr Hellman.
Thank you, Wiley.

Yeah. I'll have more later.

You do get around, don't you?

Marshal, what are you afraid of?

Mr Hellman, we've just captured
the most dangerous man in Texas.

I don't want to lose him.

I might knock out the guard
with my crutch and run off with him?

I don't believe in leaving
anything to chance.

As a Marshal, I have my duty.

I run a newspaper. I have mine.

A very good newspaper.
Even if you're against my campaign.

- Why is that?
- Nothing personal.

- You're a credit to your uniform.
- Thank you.

So was I.

Oh, I didn't know
you were a military man.

My commanding officer
was a very ambitious man.

He became a general.
I became a civilian.

You're too ambitious, Marshal.

You make it sound like a dirty word.

Now, where would
this country be without ambition?

Where would your campaign be
without the backing of the railroad?

That special car they provide you with?

Now, Mr Hellman, there's nothing
against public-spirited people

helping to maintain law and order.

Now, where would this town be
without the railroad?

A pimple on the map of Texas.

How would you vote
if the railroad's interests

were not the same as the people's?

Listen, Mr Hellman.
The railroad represents progress.

You can't favour progress
and oppose the railroad.

I can and I do. That's why I oppose you.

Well, I hope you won't
persuade too many to share your views.

Good afternoon.

Ice-cold punch for the ladies,
and a little warmer stuff for the gents.

- Mrs Cooper, some punch?
- Wesley.

One, two.

Here you are, boss. Wet your whistle.

There he is, there he is!
He's coming out of the hotel.

- There he is!
- Nightingale, our next senator!

Is he going to make a speech?

Marshal Nightingale!
I'd like to shake your hand, Marshal.

How do you like the song, Marshal?

Good job. Good job, Nightingale.

- Speech, speech, speech.
- Yeah. Come on.

Speech, speech.

- He won't let us down.
- Come on, Marshal.

Over here, Marshal.

Good job, Marshal.

Mr Nightingale, we're with you!

We're looking at
our next senator, Sam.

You've got my vote.

Ladies and gentlemen,
what a fine town.

Nice people.

I'm pleased to be here tonight.

Jack Strawhorn sends his regrets.

Every criminal I've set out to capture
is in jail or in his grave.

Am I boasting?

No, my friends, I'm not here to boast.

I'm not here to seek praise.

I'm here to sound a warning.

The job has just begun.

Of course, there are some politicians,

men, I might add, in very high office,
who talk about rehabilitation. Reform.

How do you reform a rattlesnake?

By petting it?

By begging it not to bite?

No. You use a shotgun.

You know, I've yet to meet a criminal
who didn't try to justify his crime.

He was poor. He was hungry.
No one gave him a chance.

Who among us hasn't been hungry?
Who among us hasn't been poor?

Did we sit around
waiting for chances? No!

- We made our own chances.
- All politicians are full of shit.

But what does the outlaw do?
He doesn't believe in work.

No. No. He says, "You work. You save."

And then he takes a gun and says,
"Hand it over. Hand it over."

Everything you've worked for,
everything you've saved.

Everything you've worked for,
everything you've saved.

And yet there are those who make
heroes out of killers and looters.

When banks are robbed, they rejoice.

When railroads that unite the Atlantic
and the Pacific oceans are plundered,

they cheer.

But where would Tesota be
without railroads

and the money to maintain them?

I've been working for the railroad

And yet I know people
who applaud men like Strawhorn,

call them adventurers, highwaymen.

I call them what they are.
Snakes, marauding wolves.

And when you live with wolves,
you learn to howl.

My dear friends...
My dear friends, hold your cheers.

Tonight is not a tribute to me.

Tonight is not a tribute to my men,

the finest posse in the world.

We wear a badge,
and we're paid to wear that badge.

But tonight is a tribute
to someone else who wore a badge.

One of your men, Sheriff Buwalda.

Join me in a moment of prayer.

Thank you.

But tonight is also a celebration.

It's a celebration of the Sheriffs spirit

that pervades
all the people of this town.

A spirit that I hope to bring
to Washington

to help me combat all the people
who are against law and order.

The fight must go on,

but it's up to you to decide
who will lead that fight.

I ask no reward for me or for my men.

That you may walk freely tonight
is reward enough.

When he goes howling
back there to Washington...

If I am elected, my battle cry...

where does that leave you boys?

Wake up! Wake up!

Out on the lone prairie?

Drop those keys.

I'll swap you.

You don't get down on your knees
to pray.

- A key for a match.
- I'll swap them for a bullet.

You don't reason
with a killer who has no reason.

You strike him down.

Jack Strawhorn, the most notorious
outlaw in the State of Texas,

is behind bars.

That's not good enough...

Boss isn't going to like that.
I think he'd like me alive.

You make one more move,
he's gonna be miserable.

Thanks to your courage,
your faith, your support.

For that, I pay tribute to you.

Jack Strawhorn...

Don't get nervous.

Stay behind bars, or should he go...

And I promise you that never again
will he do violence

to another human being.

You see that?
You can be a nice man.

I do not seek high office
for the sake of high office.

I want to be your voice,

crying out that this country is in danger.

Your lives and your liberties
are in danger

from criminals
who would destroy this land.

This land that we love.

My dear friends...

That's my boy.

Your vote is my solemn promise
that I will not let this happen.

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

- Jack Strawhorn.
- You got it.

I like you.

You threw me off my timetable,
but I forgive you.

Well, I appreciate that, Marshal.

I must tell you,
that was a hell of a speech

you gave out there tonight.

- Did I do you justice?
- Justice?

"The most notorious outlaw
in the entire State of Texas"?

Hell, that ain't justice.
That's a goddamn embarrassment.

This is no time to be modest.

I got no complaints.

- Could I trouble you for a match?
- Sure.

No trouble at all.

After all, without you...

- The election in two weeks...
- That's it.

Can't break wind
on an empty stomach. Shit.

Oh, here, here.

Come on, you little bastard. Light up.

Tell me something.
What's on your mind?

- What can I do for you?
- You've already done it.

- This will get me elected.
- Yeah.

That is the one, right there.

And I am a handsome-looking devil,
ain't I?

I'd even vote for you myself, Marshal.

We need every vote we can get.

I'll bet you do.

Tell me something.

After United States Senator,
what's next on the old timetable?

The big one?

Who knows?

Well,

I regret it just don't look too good
for my making the inauguration.

Well, I guess we all have regrets, huh?

Yeah, I got a lot of them.

Like trusting that double-dealing bastard
of mine that you bought.

You picked him.

You know, his trouble was
he was thinking too much

and that's dangerous.

With my posse, I do all the thinking.
They like it that way.

Thinking? You bought him
and burnt up my $40,000.

- Your $40,000?
- And turned my men into fried meat.

- A good leader takes care of his men.
- Oh, really?

You know what I regret most

was killing that sheriff
out there in the street

because, mister,
that should have been you.

I don't usually attend hangings.

They make me sick to my stomach.

But in your case,
I might make an exception.

Krag?

- What a night, huh?
- It has been fun, hasn't it?

Be a long time before we see
another one like this one.

- You know it.
- That's the truth.

He's gonna be our next senator.

Where are
your two beautiful daughters?

Oh, they're out having
a good time somewhere.

- I'm sure they are.
- Hasn't everybody had a good time?

Yeah.

I feel sorry for him.

God, I can't believe it.

Well, I guess we'd better
round up the girls.

Yeah.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You see them?

- Hey, Nightingale.
- Good night, Senator.

Oh, what an evening.

He's the people's man.

Back up just a little, please.

We're all gonna win.

Our next senator.

Let's give him a little breathing room
so I can get in there.

What an evening!

Marshal, hold just a second there.

Right this way, Marshal.

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

You're our next senator.

That was a great speech.

You know, they won't leave
until you come down.

By the way, this is what we call
our presidential suite.

Very lovely.

Very lovely, indeed,

compared to the plain living
I'm accustomed to.

Champagne
in the presidential suite, too?

- Satisfactory?
- Perfect.

Good.

But I neglected to ask the price.

When I offer my hospitality,
it has no price.

You're generous, very generous.

Well, you don't mind indulging yourself.

Neither do I, with someone
I admire very much.

Forgive me for asking,

but when a candidate runs for office,

he has to be concerned
with such matters.

How's that?

Well, what has no price,
even if you want it very much,

sometimes costs more
than one can afford.

Well, if you can't afford
what you really want,

you have my sympathy.

Well, I don't need your sympathy,
I need your vote.

- Good night, Mr Nightingale.
- Thank you, Mrs Ross.

There he is!
He's coming out of the hotel!

The Marshal's coming out of the hotel!

Good luck!

- Best of luck to you, Marshal.
- Thanks a lot, Marshal!

Thanks!

Watch out for them, Marshal.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Come back again soon, Marshal.

You'll be a senator by then.

Thank you!

Nightingale! Nightingale!

You're our senator!

Marshal!

Hooray!

- Hooray for Nightingale!
- Nightingale!

Bye!

Bye!

Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

What are you feeding
these horses? Molasses?

You want to hand me that...

Hand me that broom
over there for a minute?

Sure.

Very funny.

A man with a broomstick could really
tear this place apart, couldn't he?

Great.

God damn it!

I got a piece of horse shit
down here in the corner of my eye.

Think you could come over here
and get it out for me?

Well, sure. Toss it over here,
and I'll wash it off for you.

What a nice man.

A real nice man.

From the Governor
to Marshal Nightingale,

"I have proposed to the legislature
that you be awarded a medal of valor,

"honouring your distinguished service
in the capture of Jack Strawhorn."

Signed, Governor, State of Texas.

From the Attorney General,

"Well done. Can't wait
to congratulate you in person."

Signed, R. Colvin,
Attorney General, State of Texas.

You know something, Wesley?

- Ain't that your name? Wesley?
- That's it.

It sure galls me to take my last ride
on a train.

Probably galls them even more.

Them train people,
they don't want to give nothing away.

They give you nothing for free,

not even a ride
one last time to the cemetery.

Well, I don't figure the Marshal
will charge you for this ride.

Well, we'll be arriving at Austin
at about 12:00.

Oh, there'll be a little celebration

given by my campaign
committee about 3:00.

I hope you'll all make it.

We'll be leaving this train
for the last time.

The only thing I'll be taking
with me is this.

A very precious memento.

The greatest posse any man ever had,

and I'm proud of you.

Trains. What's wrong with banks?

Never hear of you
hitting nothing but trains.

Train whistle to me is like
a bee up a bull's nose.

Only thing is a bee just stings once.
The train people never stop.

I just figured that maybe I'd try
and even it up a little bit.

You know what I mean? Tit for tat.

You sure are a character.

What's the problem?

- Sir, there's something...
- Sit down, Krag. McCanless.

Now, what is it?

After the election,
after you leave for Washington,

'cause we're sure you're
gonna get elected...

Thank you, Krag.

The men are asking
what's gonna happen to them.

Good question.

Here's a wire Wiley didn't read to you.

From the President of the
Texas and Arizona Railroad.

"Dear Howard, per your request,

"I agree to hire your men
as railroad guards,

"starting salary, $100 per month."

Marshal, we make more than that now.

You'll be working
for the railroad security force.

They don't hire Indians.

Well, we'll get around that.

All in all,

it's a pretty good life

if you can stand the pace
and all them women

and your luck holds out.

40,000 big ones burnt up
in the barn that night.

40,000?

Plus five men incinerated.

40,000.

Fire! Get some water, for God's sake!
Put the fire out!

Come on! What, do you want me
to burn up in here?

Oh, you son of a...

You jerk!

All I ask is when we split up,

you go on being a credit to Texas,
yourselves and to me.

Hey, Gene, come over here!
Look at this!

- Wish me luck, Wesley!
- Kiss my ass.

Haven't got the time!

Here's looking at you, men.

Check the stall car!

Hey, what happened?

How did the fire start?

Get these horses out of here quick!
They'll burn up!

Where's Strawhorn?

Uncouple these cars!

Get that horse out before he burns up!

- I don't know how the hell he did it.
- I don't want to hear it!

Mount up!

- He went under the trestle.
- All right! Let's go get him!

How did he escape anyway?

The Marshal will get him.

Now, you drop your gun.

Well, we can't keep up with a train.

- What do we do now?
- Just keep moving.

Hell, we ain't even railroad guards yet.
Come on.

Now just sit down and enjoy the ride!

Still chasing us? Good boys.

I like you.

Delayed my hanging, but I'll forgive you.

No! No, no! You stay right there
and rest. I'll run the train.

No telegrams for Tesota!

- Good shot.
- Yep.

Got to change the whole front page.
Taking all this time.

Well, how's that, boss? How's that?

Hope we got it right this time.

Good. Good. Yeah.
I'll have the story for you in a minute.

Oh, my God!

Fire! Fire!

Hurry up! Hurry up! Get the pumper!
The train's on fire!

Come on!

What happened to the posse?
Where are the horses?

Did they burn up?

My God! It's the train.

I was wrong about you.

I gave you credit for more intelligence.

This way.

What happened?

Get the ladder on top of the car.

What's going on?

Pump! Give me some pressure.

Check the other side!

Come on! Pump!
Give me some pressure.

Watch out for that timber.

It's the Marshal.

Hey, isn't that...

I don't know.

Yes, it's him, and he's armed.

He has two guns right there.
Two of them right there.

What are you standing there foe?
Telegraph for help.

I tried, I tell you. It's dead.
The line is down.

Well, keep trying.

He's armed. He's got two guns.
Right in his bracelet. I saw it.

What the hell's going on?

- What the heck is going on?
- Oh, not again.

- I'd like a room, my dear.
- A room?

Up there, overlooking the street.

- Need any help with your baggage?
- No, thank you, my dear.

- Something to eat?
- Nothing but your best, my dear.

We don't want any complaints
from the Marshal.

Have to change the whole front page
after taking all this time.

Marshal Nightingale.
I knew he was full of shit.

Where's the goddamn posse?

How the hell do I know?
Maybe they're dead.

Yeah, wouldn't that be awful.

What do we do?

What I want to know is
what do we pay taxes foe?

Deliverance from evil.

Glad to see you ain't off your feed.

Campaign takes a lot out of you.
I got to keep my strength up.

Sorry I threw you off your timetable.

No, thank you.

You know where he's supposed
to be now, my dear? Austin.

Telling all them good people
how he's earned their trust.

I don't mind the delay a bit, Jack.
May I call you Jack?

Why not? Everyone else does.

Gives me the unexpected pleasure
of seeing you again.

Please. What kind of desserts
we got there, my dear?

We've got devil's food cake,
deep-dish apple pie...

Stop right there. Deep-dish apple.
How about that, Jack?

I love it.

Two deep-dish, and a little coffee.

Here. Allow me.

I'll be back in a minute.

Now, be a nice little lady

and don't come back
with nothing but pie.

Little trickster.

Oh, they put the fire out.

Posse ought to be coming in soon.

That's right.

I guess they've never seen you
with bracelets on before, have they?

They'll know what to do.

Yeah, I bet they will.
After all, you trained them, didn't you?

That's right.

- What do you want?
- What do you got?

Well, it's amazing
what you can do with a good lawyer.

I know some of the best.

The posse! The posse!

There!

There they are, right on time.

They shouldn't see me like this.

Listen, how about a horse,
24-hour head start?

- Mexico's not far off.
- This is true.

I got a better idea.

You son of a bitch.

You'd risk taking a bullet

rather than letting your men
see you this way.

Well, mister, they are gonna see you.
Come on.

Strawhorn's got the Marshal up there.

You think you can get away with this?

- There they are. See them?
- Look! Up in the window!

You people get off the streets.
There'll be gunfire.

Oh, no!

Now what?

Tell Wesley to come up here. Unarmed.

Tell him.

Wesley!

Yeah?

Leave your weapons and come up here!

Shit!

It's open.

Now listen to me. I want my $40,000.

Are you crazier than hell?

It was burnt, nothing left but ashes.

Hold it right there. That's far enough.

Now, if he's not back
with the money in 10 minutes,

you're a dead man.

Well, how?
Where the hell am I gonna get it?

I don't care where you get it. Just get it!

Banks, stores, I don't know.
Where does anybody get money?

But you'll get it.

Now you got nine minutes
and 10 seconds.

Do what he says. Get it.

Get it!

When I get you to Austin,
you better plead insanity.

It's your only chance.

- You're crazy.
- Wrong.

What's going on?
Why aren't you helping the Marshal?

- Give me all the cash you got.
- What?

It's for the Marshal. Now hand it over.

Hey, what are you doing?

- Consider it a loan.
- I'll do nothing of the kind.

- Get the goddamn money.
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

- Come on!
- Please don't hurt her.

Here. For God's sake, take it.

That's all there is.

I swear. I swear it.
What's the matter with you? I...

Stop it! Get out of here! Stop it!

Two more minutes.

Worried?

Some men you can trust.
Some you can't.

Them five I trust. You trained them.

It's open.

- Close to 30,000.
- Ten short.

Well, shit, we did the best we could.

How much money you think's
in this damn town?

30,000.

It's close enough.

Let's see. Five goes into 30 six times.

That's $6,000 apiece. Keep it.

Return that money and stay put.

Divide it up among the men.

You hear me? Return that money.

Go on! Divide it up!

You can't buy honest men.

Honest men stay honest
only as long as it pays.

That's why I'm a thief and you're a liar.

Climbing on my dead body to get
into the United States Senate.

That ain't honesty. That's horseshit.

And, mister, they got enough
of that in Washington

without needing any more.

$6,000 apiece.

Jesus, that's more than
we make in three years.

Well, that's what Strawhorn said.

- Hold it. What does Nightingale say?
- Well, to hell with what he says.

- What do we say?
- I say hold it.

Marshal! Marshal, can you hear me?

Marshal!

Marshal, we're waiting for your orders!

Look out!

Oh, my God. They shot Cooper.

Oh, honey!

Mount up.

Marshal! Marshal!

Where do you think you're going?

Do you hire Indians?

Dismount!

Return that money and arrest that man!

You hear me? Stop him!

He bought you and he'll sell you out.

Stop him! I gave you an order!
Do you hear me?

Dismount.

Dismount, damn you! Dismount!

You're my sworn deputies! Obey!

Rains, McCanless, Wesley, Reyno!

Stop them! Stop them!

Shoot them!

You spineless bastards!

Let's go.

You follow him
and you'll be dead in a month!

Dead!

I'll get every goddamn one of you
if it's the last thing I do!

I'll hunt you down!

I'll hunt you down!

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