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Rangers Of Fortune

Of the news is that the military court

has decided to release the three new processions.

Prisoners, to the front!

Gentlemen, with deep emotion and great sentiment, I

will fulfill the painful duty of reading the

sentence of the military court.

Gentlemen, the sentence of this court is that

the three processions, ...Gil Farra, Antonio Sierra Hernandez,

and George Burr.

Convicts of the crime of arms smuggling...

...and conspiring against the peace of the sovereign

people...

...and the security of the Mexican national government...

...shall be sentenced to death.

And Sierra, what did he say?

Oh, he said many beautiful words, George.

But mostly he said that...

...because we were caught running guns into his

country...

...pretty soon now we're going to be shot.

I thought it was something like that.

And say, George...

...he also said he was very sorry.

Oh, I did?

Yes, amigo.

Do you like to smoke?

Thank you, Captain.

Thanks.

He ain't such a bad guy.

Hey, Nick.

No tree on the match.

That's bad luck.

I always wanted to leave this belt up

in Donahue's bar.

Back of the bottles.

John O'Sullivan presented me with this belt.

John O.

himself.

With his own hands he give it to

me.

The night I KO'd Salem McCluskey in the

72nd.

Oh, hey.

What's your hurry?

You want to be blindfolded, Gil?

George?

No.

Captain.

I'd like a blindfold.

Alto.

Take him, George.

You said this was the United States three

days ago.

Is this still the United States?

My feet hurt.

Say, Gil...

...what a shame George is not a horse.

I feel like part of one.

You know what I wish?

No, but make it a good wish.

Make it so that out of the sky

will fall plenty of good food.

And like rain, some coffee.

This one's for a great big wash tub

full of beer.

With ice floating on the top.

Beer don't have no ice in it.

This beer has.

I mean, I'd swap my end of a

championship purse for a bucket of water.

Plain, ordinary old water.

Had enough?

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

I ain't asking thanks.

I'm asking a dollar six bits.

A dollar for what?

For the water.

Did you read?

Yeah, but not that good.

Let's go before he puts a price on

the air around here.

Oh, a smart galoot, eh?

All right, George.

Oh.

Say, Gil, George is not so good anymore.

No, he's living too soft.

Time was when he hit them, they stayed

hit.

Hey, George, you got a match?

George.

Thanks, fellas.

Come on, get.

Go on, get.

Dirty two-bit swindlers.

It's crooks like that that give the West

a bad name.

Two cents a bucket.

The gall of those galoots.

I'd have done better if I shaved with

a handle.

Oh, boy, these beans is good.

Kind of.

Hear that, George?

Sounded like a customer.

You go.

I ain't hit yet.

No, George, you've got the kind of a

face that turns away a rat.

Go on, shake a leg.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, fellas!

Hey, fellas!

Hey, fellas!

Hey, fellas!

Any man that puts a fence around a

waterhole and sets a price on it is

lower than a snake that crawls on its

belly.

Well, that's pretty good.

You think that all up by yourself?

No, I did.

Mr. Claiborne wrote it.

Hey, where are you going?

To water our stock.

And keep that low-down, steamy weasel inside.

A little bit of a girl like that

getting her all mad.

Shame on you.

Well, you said a dollar a bucket.

Yeah, but don't you know what tact is?

Watch me.

What do you want?

I just thought I might give you a

hand.

Nobody's asking you.

I guess that's tact, huh?

What are you doing?

Oh, nothing.

Well, don't.

Who's he?

My grandfather.

Is he sick?

No.

What's wrong with him?

He's resting up.

He got in a big fight.

A fight, huh?

Think he's a little old for fighting?

Mr. Claiborne says when a man gets too

old to fight for what's right, it's time

somebody buried him.

Looks like you pulled out in kind of

a hurry.

I mean, with that paper half-printed.

We did.

They didn't want it printed.

Who didn't?

Some man.

What man?

How should I know what man?

They all had hexes over their faces.

I tried to pull one off.

You did, huh?

Then what?

Then they put me in a sack.

I bit one of them, though.

I bit him right through the sack.

Good for you.

Then what happened?

Then he dumped me and Mr. Claiborne and

everything in our wagon.

Told us to pat our shirt shells out

of town.

Say, what started all this?

Something me and Mr. Claiborne printed in our

newspaper.

We print the news.

Squib.

Yes, Mr. Claiborne?

Yes, Mr. Claiborne?

Where are we?

Collins Place, Mr. Claiborne.

What are we doing here?

Don't you remember?

We left town.

Oh, yes.

So we did.

Mary Elizabeth, we are going back.

He's feeling all right now, Mr. Claiborne.

Hurry, Squib.

I'm hurrying, Mr. Claiborne.

Will you take those feed bags off the

horses, please?

They're heading back where you came from, huh?

Hurry, child.

I'm hurrying, Mr. Claiborne.

Well, so long, young lady.

Goodbye and thanks.

See ya.

Adios, señorita.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Puny little thing, ain't she?

Look at them arms.

Bones sticking out like you can hang your

head on them.

Hey, Gil.

The kid and that old man, they're in

plenty of trouble, no?

You heard what she said.

Trouble is not so good.

Not when you are in it with only

an old man.

How do you think she'll make out?

How do I know?

Quit asking foolish questions, will you?

How am I to know what the kid's

going to do?

Anyway, what difference does it make?

The sailor comes out fast, see?

He fights and leads with his left.

Well, I enrote him.

Gets inside and gives him the old one,

two, one, two.

Well, he falls into a clinch and gives

me the knee.

Well, I beat him to it with the

old elbow right out of the kisser.

Well, his eyes are all up in his

head.

I uppercut him with me right and, socko,

the sailor is out.

Out where?

Out, Gil.

Seven, eight, nine, ten.

KO'd in the 72nd round.

You should have heard them cash customers.

Claiborne?

Yes, Mr. Claiborne.

Are we heading back?

Yes, Mr. Claiborne.

Good.

Who's that?

That's Mr. Bird.

Mr. Bird and his friends are going back

to Santa Marta with us.

I told him all about everything and he

said for us not to worry.

Not to worry?

Who are these men?

I think they're pretty desperate characters.

But nice.

Well, lively little place, isn't it?

Anybody live here?

Four hundred and thirty-seven inhabitants.

Huh?

At least, the Ellersons are the only ones

that's left since yesterday.

Thanks.

Spooky, that's what it is.

I don't see why anybody would want to

live here.

Mr. Claiborne says you could call away the

settlers coming in the past year or regular

land rush.

Yeah, looks like somebody rushed in and built

themselves quite an adobe hut.

That's Santa Marta Hacienda.

Huh?

You never heard of the Santa Marta Ranch?

Well, it's the biggest ranch in the southwest.

The west for most of a hundred years.

Where are we?

We're right back where we started from, Mr.

Claiborne.

Mr. Forrow, Mr. Sierra, will you bring Mr.

Claiborne?

Mr. Byrd, will you bring in the print

and press?

Thanks.

Come on, George, help get this press out.

Help!

Help!

What's the matter, Squid?

Come on.

Come on out of there.

Look!

It's Mr. Papp!

Don't shoot, it's Mr. Papp!

Are you all right, Mr. Papp?

They haven't hurt you, Mr. Papp.

Mr. Papp, you're drunk again.

I see.

Sinful drunk.

Well, I guess this was one time being

out on a drunk kept you out of

trouble.

Who is he, Squid?

Our printer.

Oh, will you please go fetch Mr. Claiborne?

I'll take care of him.

Then he falls into another tank.

Why, please, me head up under.

Muchísimas gracias, señorita.

That's enough.

That's enough, that's enough, lads.

Well, Mr. Claiborne, here she is.

Come daylight, Mr. Prout, you get the wheelbarrow

and circulate him.

Circulate him?

Well, all right.

I presume a body can't be expected to

live forever.

Well, Mr. Claiborne, you're quite right, Mr. Prout.

Under the circumstances, it's clearly my duty to

distribute this edition.

But, Mr. Claiborne, you're not strong enough.

I'll rest for an hour.

Then I'll be quite ready.

Hey, Squid, how much did you get for

your papers?

Ten cents a copy.

That's not enough.

Cash, George.

Morning paper, one buck.

Hey, what's going on?

Morning paper, one buck.

Here's your change.

Adios, amigo.

Help!

Help!

I've been robbed!

Stop them!

A buck for a paper and I can't

even read!

Hey!

Hey, come on, wake up.

Morning paper, one buck.

Wake me up?

I ought to bash your face in!

What's all the racket about?

I thought maybe you fellas would like to

read about the gold strike.

Buck a piece.

Here you are, fella.

Here you are.

Where is this about the gold strike?

Page three in there.

Here it is.

Gold.

Zeke Carruthers returns from Denver.

He's the first person in Santa Marta with

a solid gold filly in his teeth.

Gold strike?

You too?

Yes, and I'm going to do something about

it.

And Claiborne's got a lot of explaining to

do.

Wait a minute, boys.

I'm going with you.

This is carrying things too far.

Breaking into a fella's house in the middle

of the night taking the money right out

of his pocket.

See?

There's another one.

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

It's Johnny's windmill again.

I've got it.

Let go of me!

Oh, a gang, huh?

Well, you can't scare me.

I'll lick the whole bunch of you.

You dirty rats, you'll tip over no more

windmills on me.

I've been waiting a long time to get

a hold of you fellas and now I

got you.

Let go of me!

What's the matter with him?

We didn't push over his windmill.

We didn't even try to sell him a

paper.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm all right.

Look, Sharon, they've done it again for the

fourth time in two weeks.

But that's not going to stop me.

I'll put her up and I'll keep on

putting her up every time they pull her

down.

I'll...

or will I?

What's the use?

The people in this town don't want water

and they don't appreciate what I'm trying to

do.

Why waste my time?

I'll get out of here.

Sure, if that's just what someone wants you

to do.

Who?

Why?

I don't know.

But the way things keep happening...

Well, if they think they're going to run

me out of here, they're crazy.

Three quick ones.

Whiskey.

Tequila.

Beer.

George, give me the salt and the lemon.

Three dollars.

Here's five bucks.

Take it out of there.

Five of them, a dollar a throw.

Give me the change.

Come on.

You stay down here, George.

No!

You stay down here to keep an eye

on him.

You stay right here, see?

If you so much as move your feet,

I'll come right back and I'll break him

off.

Gosh.

Well?

We thought you was three days.

We really thought you might like to buy

a copy of the Clarion.

One buck.

Oh.

I, uh...

I thought the publisher of the Clarion had

gone.

Gone?

Said they bunged him right out on his

ear.

Him and the kid both.

I'd certainly like to...

Mr. Claiborne came back.

Good for him.

Gentlemen, please.

Stefan.

Gentlemen, I...

I do hope you'll forgive my servants' zeal.

They know how highly I regard my privacy.

My last possession.

Will you gentlemen honor me?

Thank you.

Gracias, senor.

To your health, Mr...

Farrar.

Gil Farrar.

Army.

Army more.

West Point Adventure.

These are my friends, Mr. Sierra and Mr.

George Bird.

There you are.

My name is Revstock.

Louis Revstock, gentlemen.

That's a surprising bar you have downstairs.

Yes.

Yes, that's what I thought when I returned

from abroad and found that my servants had

set it up in my reception hall.

I can imagine.

One must live.

My home in its former state.

You see, Santa Marta has been in my

family for three generations.

Shall we drink to your success now in

journalism?

Mr. Farrar, do you expect your connection here

to be a permanent one?

Well...

No, senor.

I do not think we shall be here

very long.

I'm sorry, our visit must be so brief.

Adios.

Just a moment, gentlemen.

If you follow me, I believe I can

furnish you with a less embarrassing exit.

Across the patio, gentlemen.

Once more, senor.

Thank you, sir.

Not at all.

Oh, Mr. Bird.

You might need me a paper.

On the house.

It doesn't make any difference what you do

now.

Too late.

Mr. Claiborne's...

He can't hurt him anymore.

What does she mean?

Mr. Claiborne's dead.

Dead?

I...

Someone thrashed him last night and tried to

chase him out of town.

Who did it?

I don't know.

Why wasn't he here?

Do you know, Squib?

Well, Squib, you sure left us in a

hurry.

Nice work.

We did all right for you, too.

83 bucks after we took our divvy.

That's all right with you, Squib.

We'll be on our way.

That's all right.

That's fine, because I don't think that people

here like us very much.

Adios, Squib.

Salud, Squib.

Hey, what's the matter, kid?

In memoriam, Homer Granville Claiborne, who in the

serene hope of the blessed resurrection and life

everlasting, departed this life.

I'm sorry, Squib.

It's all right.

Kid took it kind of hard, huh?

It's too bad for her.

No father, no mother, nobody.

She was a good little old kid, huh?

And smart.

That thing about her grandfather, that was very

beautiful.

Do you think she'll stay here and print

that paper all by herself?

How do I know?

Don't ask me questions, will you?

Anything I can do, honey, you just let

me know.

And if you don't, I'll consider it real

unfriendly.

Thanks, Miss Cheryl.

Goodbye, Mr. Pratt.

Goodbye, Miss Cheryl.

I guess maybe you'd better get yourself a

drink, Mr. Pratt.

I guess maybe this is one time you

can have all you want.

Aye, lassie.

I doubt it'll have the old relish.

Yeah.

Tim!

Tim Boundary!

Back in a minute, Scrip.

Them three fellas are still in town.

Head out somewhere.

Three fellas?

What happened?

They killed Tom P.

Come on and look.

See?

The newspaper and everything.

They've been through Tom's pockets.

Same as they did to me.

It's them, all right.

Must be them three fellas.

It just cleans the nose in your face.

Sure, it must be.

No, no, it isn't them.

They didn't do it.

I tell you, they didn't do it.

Hell, yes.

You've got to listen to me.

They're only trying to help me and Mr.

Claiborne.

Just a minute, Squibb.

Easy now.

Suppose you tell me where they are.

I don't know where they are, Mr. Baldry.

All right, then I'll run you back right

along home.

Mr. Baldry, I...

It's down at the Shores of Bones.

Yes, and they're still in town.

Let's find them and take them to the

Cottonwoods.

Yeah, let's do it.

All right, let's go.

Come on, let's get out of the way.

Mr. Farrar.

Mr. Sierra.

Mr. Farrar.

I don't think you'll find them there.

They'd hardly be so foolish as to remain

in Santa Marta, would they now?

You don't think they did it, Mr. Ebstock,

do you?

I don't know, my child.

Oh, sorry about your grandfather.

Is there anything I can do?

No, thank you.

Thanks.

Oh, wow!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Hey, what kind of wire is this?

That's called barbed wire, honey.

It's the kind that keeps the cattle in

and the varmints out.

Well, get me out.

Besides, you shouldn't bring that stuff around here.

It's got fishhooks in it.

I wish I'd had someone strung around last

night.

I might have caught those three fellas.

Three fellas?

Have you seen them?

Who hasn't?

They dumped over my windmill.

They did not.

I caught them red-handed.

It wasn't them.

Somebody's been dumping over your windmill regular ever

since you started putting it up.

Those three fellas, they just got in there.

They got in last night.

They did?

Sure they did.

Johnny, if you happen to see them, tell

them I said to get out of town,

quick.

Oh, wait a minute, young lady.

What's that wire?

Salt!

Hello, Squid.

Wait, see what I've got.

I'm in awful big hurry.

You'll want to see this one.

A piano.

Yes.

I sent all the waiters in Louisville for

it.

A genuine ivory.

Play something.

Oh, I can't play on it.

You can't play it?

Uh-uh.

But think how nice it'll look in my

parlor.

I love beautiful things.

Don't you, Squid?

Yeah, sure I do.

But you'll...

Oh, Grace!

Squid, what is it?

What's the matter?

I gotta find someone.

Three fellas.

Three fellas?

I should think one would be enough.

No, I gotta find all three of them.

Well, who are they?

Well, one of them's always going like this.

And one wears an earring here.

And the other one is tall with dark

wavy hair and blue eyes.

You know.

Well, I haven't seen them.

And I'm pretty sure I would have remembered

the you-know one.

Oh, Miss Sharon, how you talk.

That's them, all right.

That's the way they'd work.

Oh, jeez.

Oh, jeez.

Slick, huh?

Yeah.

Hey.

Where are you going to get me them

jelly beans?

Never mind the jelly beans.

Get back there and keep your mind on

your job.

Oh, quit worrying.

Ain't nobody bought her in the clarion office.

And ain't nothing going to happen to the

kid.

Ah, the people are not meant with squib.

Only with us.

I guess you're right.

We'll pull out of here tonight.

Say, Gil, my friend.

You better get some more cigarettes before we

go.

Say, fellas, you gotta remember I'm fishing blind.

I take what I get and like it.

Ah.

What is it?

Take it off.

Oh.

Try them on for size, George.

Hey, you know, we can settle down here

and set up housekeeping.

Hey, quit jiggling my arm, will you?

Anything you see.

Ow!

Ow!

No down, no account, Stephen Packrat.

Get him!

And you, sneaking up here like, like weasels

in a hen coop, stealing the bread out

of an honest girl's mouth.

Why, you big, big, feeding lummoxes, you ought

to be ashamed.

Call yourselves men?

Huh, look at your faces.

Riffraff, jailbirds!

Say, Sharon, not so loud.

Please, you gotta hurry and get out of

here.

They're looking for you.

They've got a rope.

Yeah, and three legs more ready for stretching

I've never seen.

Now get off my roof.

You heard me, get off!

Hey, uh, help you carry the things down,

ma'am?

Get!

Get!

Sneak down to the creek bottom and hide

in the cottonwoods till it's dark.

Quick, hurry!

You're all right, kid.

Thanks for everything.

I don't know, you men have certainly ruined

my reputation.

So long, Squid.

Bye.

The rats.

The tall one, the one with the nice

voice.

What's his name?

Mr. Farrar.

Mm, Farrar, that's the right pretty name.

You know I can.

I mean, Mr. Farrar.

I mean, I don't think he'd be a

good influence on a woman's life.

Get away from that.

I thought I told you to go.

Miss Sharon, seldom has it been our misfortune

to meet so charming a young lady under

such unfavorable circumstances.

And, uh, before leaving, these gentlemen and I

felt it incumbent upon us to offer you

our profound apologies for the, uh, inconveniences which

our presence here has inflicted upon you.

We feel that, uh...

Most beautiful senorita.

It is as my friend says, we could

not leave until the sorrow that is in

our hearts has been spoken.

Yeah, me too.

You see what I mean?

That's how they work.

All I can say is I hope they

catch you and I hope they hang you

for good.

Personally, I don't care.

Uh, and now, Miss Sharon, since you insist,

we shall leave.

Morituri te salutant.

Adios, senorita hermosa.

Ha sido para mi un grandisimo gusto de

conocerla.

Me pongo a sus pies, servidor de usted,

Antonio Hernandez Sierra.

Hey, me too.

And incidentally, Miss Sharon, may I say that

you have a most superior piano?

I shall think of it with pleasure.

Adios.

Oh, wait a minute.

Are they hard to play?

Hard?

Well, as easy as falling off a log.

Of course, you've got to learn, but you

can learn in no time at all.

Honest?

Oh, quick as nothing.

Well, quicker than nothing.

Excuse me.

Hands like that and you'd never learn to

play.

Look at those hands.

Look at those fingers.

Beautiful.

Miss Sharon, I think I can say without

fear of contradiction that you are a born

pianist.

I'll bet I could teach you in six

easy lessons.

Oh, I bet you could teach her in

one.

Yes, sit down, Miss Sharon, please.

Now, the first thing is the position of

the body.

Now, of course, we have the black keys

and the...

They're coming right across the street.

Well, that was almost lesson number one.

Well, adios, senorita.

Yeah, adios.

The roof.

Uh-oh.

In there, quick.

Oh, come on.

Don't be scared, Miss Sharon.

We're looking for three fellas.

You think you can creep into an honest

girl's premises without a buy, you'll leave your...

Sharon, you might just as well let them

look because they're going to anyhow.

Dirtying up my...

Put that pickle back.

Lay it on the roof.

Well, Squid, shall we play them a duet?

I know where they are, Mr. Boundary.

You do?

I'm sure I know.

I heard them say something when they left.

Yes, it was about the Cottonwoods.

Back of Johnny's windmill?

That's it.

Come on, I'll show you.

The kid's getting him away.

Come on, everybody.

Come on, hurry.

I'll show you.

Hello, fellas.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Come on, let's get going.

Where are we going?

Over to the Cottonwoods.

You go on ahead.

We'll meet you there.

Cottonwoods?

Yeah.

Hey, what's this all about?

I'll tell you what it's about.

It's about Tom Page.

You've done to him just what you've done

to me.

Turned his pockets inside out and stuck a

newspaper in his hand.

Except you broke his neck.

That's right.

That's the way Page was killed last night.

Come on.

Let's get going.

We're not going anywhere.

If you try to take us, it's liable

to be a bad job for a lot

of you.

No.

Mr. Boundary.

Come on.

No, Johnny.

They didn't do it.

Please let me down.

They didn't do it.

Don't let them shoot us.

No.

We didn't kill anybody.

We didn't come here to kill anybody.

So before you begin on it, you better

find out who we are.

Should I tell them?

Why not?

Sure.

All right.

Gentlemen, you are attempting to pin a crime

on the most famous peace officer of the

West.

That's right.

The man who cleaned up alkali, salt fork,

and grapevine.

The man who single-handed clapped the Hedges

gang behind the bars of a federal penitentiary.

Colonel George Hamilcar Byrd.

That's right.

He's the kind of man your community needs.

A strong man.

Show him, Colonel.

Absolutely fearless.

Able.

Representing at its best the strength of the

law.

Show him, Colonel.

A man to whom the greatest odds are

nothing.

A man who shrinks at nothing.

A man who stops at nothing.

Show him, Colonel.

We admit the Colonel is strong.

You want law and order, don't you?

Yes, and it's time somebody did something about

it.

All right.

Then make the Colonel hear it, Tom Marshall.

We only have your word for the Colonel's

character.

What can you lose?

Give him a month, and if he hasn't

made good then, I say hang him.

That's right.

And gentlemen, it's on the house.

Gentlemen.

So you have decided to stay after all.

That's right.

I'm the new Marshall.

Well, how fortunate.

Or unfortunate, as the case may be.

When will he be back?

I don't know.

He never can tell about you.

Where'd he go?

I don't know that either.

Mr. Bird, don't you think I look pretty

old for my age?

I mean, like I might have lots of

experience, don't I?

Sure.

Now, you take Miss Sharon, in a different

sort of way, of course.

I guess she's had lots of experience too.

Yeah.

I bet she knows her Qs and Ps.

Sure.

But I bet I understand men better.

And I think I could be a better

influence in a man's life.

I mean, I'm not like most women.

Senorita?

Marshall?

Hey, wait a minute.

Where are you going?

Oh, it's such a beautiful day.

I think maybe I go and look at

a horse.

Just to look at a horse?

You sure have smelt yourself up pretty.

I think I'm going along and have a

look for myself.

No, my friend.

You better stay here.

You forget you are now a servant of

the people.

If you were needed, you would feel foolish

to say, My friends, I'm sorry I'm not

here, but I was looking at a horse.

No, George.

Hurry up.

You better hurry.

It sounds like somebody is teaching that horse

how to play the piano.

Marshall?

I'll start again.

Keep the back straight and the chin up.

That's right.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Now you've got to remember to keep the

wrists and the fingers relaxed.

Customer.

Who is it?

Dad Johnson.

Tell him I can't sell him a thing

until he pays what he owes.

And now, let's see, where were we?

Oh, yes.

You've got to remember to keep the wrists

and the fingers relaxed.

Now.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two...

What's the matter?

Tired?

No.

No, just stretching.

Well, just remember the harder you work, the

sooner you'll learn.

All right.

Just try to forget I'm here.

Hello.

Another customer?

Who is it, then?

Friend.

Oh, tell him to go away.

Muy bien, muy bien.

¿Y usted?

Como el niño que ha comido muchos pastelitos.

Al ver más, y con el estomago lleno,

come, come, come, y no hace sentirse indispuesto.

Quit talking behind my back.

Hey, come on, see how it's getting along.

Just fine, Squib.

I'm glad you dropped over.

You are?

Sure, I need somebody to hold this ladder.

You don't see much of Miss Sharon during

the day, do you?

That sounds like Miss Sharon's piano.

Yeah, I guess it must be.

You don't think maybe Mr. Farr is over

there giving her a lesson, do you?

You think so?

That's a funny sort of a job for

a grown man to be at in the

middle of the day.

Hey, Squib, pull on him.

Pull on him.

Sharon, hurry, isn't he?

Wasn't that Shelby?

Yeah.

Shelby, Todd, Shelby.

Wonder what brought him to town.

Go get the marshal.

Folks been telling me this town's got itself

a marshal.

Well, where is he?

Why don't somebody go get him so as

I can look him over.

Colonel Byrd, Colonel Byrd.

You gotta get out of here quick.

You gotta hide.

Huh?

Todd Shelby's in town.

He's bad and mean.

He just killed a fella.

He did?

Killed him on the ground in a saloon.

You gotta hurry and get out of here

quick and hide.

Me?

Hide?

Why do I gotta hide?

Because you'll kill you.

Come on, I'll show you.

Oh, no.

I can't hide.

I'm the new marshal.

I gotta arrest him.

Look, you stay right here and I'll be

right back.

Hurry, hurry.

He's been killed.

If anything happens to him, it's all your

fault.

Looking for somebody, Bub?

You Todd Shelby?

Yeah.

I'm Shelby.

Well, I'm the new marshal.

Stay where you are or I'll blow your

head off left-handed.

Well, what are you waiting for, Colonel?

Colonel ain't waiting for nothing, are you, Colonel?

And you're getting right out of here, aren't

you?

You look a little pale around the gills,

Marshal.

Maybe he needs a drink to give him

strength enough to walk out of here.

Drink it.

Let me!

Take it easy, fellas.

Oh!

Well, alas.

Boyd's failures.

No tribute, be it ever so glowing.

No song of praise, be it ever so

loud, can sufficiently commend Colonel Boyd's heroism.

That's me.

Todd Shelby, still reeking with the blood of

his innocent victim.

Oh, yeah.

Here I am again.

There stands Colonel George Hamilcar Boyd.

Citizens, bear your heads.

That little old girl sure can write pretty.

Old Claiborne wrote that more than ten years

ago, George.

Squibb just copied it.

That was a tribute to Stonewall Jackson.

Well, that just goes to show you the

kind of fellas me and Stonewall Jackson is.

All right, come on, amigos, let's go.

Here, we'd better practice that once more.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Squibby.

Happy birthday to you.

Pretty good.

Hey, wait a minute.

Clem ain't here yet.

Hello, Clem.

Here's the cake.

Make yourself at home.

Have a good time.

We'll bring you some birthday cake.

If there is any birthday cake.

Hiya, Mr. Potter.

Hiya, ladies.

Hi.

Oh, a birthday cake.

Surprise.

Surprise.

Where is she?

In yonder.

Pretty little fellow.

Take team.

Can I come in?

Yes, come in.

Happy birthday, Squib.

Thanks.

Don't you look scrumptious.

Thanks, Mr. Farrar.

Here.

Something I got for you.

For me?

Thanks.

Oh.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

Anybody seeing it there would think I was

engaged.

Well, what's wrong with that?

No.

No, Mr. Farrar.

I'm sorry, but I thought this whole thing

over, and I quite made up my mind

that there could never be anything between us.

Well, Squib, I, uh.

Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

Give that ring to Miss Sharon.

Oh, but Squib, I got the ring.

Let me finish.

Mr. Farrar, as you probably know, I'm very

much in love with you.

Of course, I know it's a great mistake

for a woman to mean a thing like

that.

But, well, I guess it doesn't matter now.

You see, I decided to give you up.

Oh.

You have, huh?

Yes.

I've decided you must marry Miss Sharon.

Marry?

Oh, no, Squib, I.

Mr. Farrar, when a man's got your kind

of a reputation, marriage is the only honorable

thing.

You don't say.

Yes.

And you've got to work fast.

Miss Sharon's pretty popular.

Mr. Sierra's crazy about her.

So is Colonel Byrd, and so is Mr.

Cash.

Oh, him.

Mr. Cash is no him.

He's the kind Mr. Claiborne always says bores

in from underneath.

Look, I got it all worked out.

I've invited Miss Sharon in.

Oh, is she coming?

Yeah, that's real nice.

Listen, here's how it's going to be.

After supper, I'll say, oh, Miss Sharon, I

do wish we had some cards so we

could have a hand of whisks.

Well, Miss Sharon's crazy about whisks.

So she'll say, I'll go and get mine.

That's where you come in.

How?

It's simple, you'll say.

If you will permit me, Miss Sharon, I

should consider it a very great privilege to

come with you, you'll say.

So will all those other wolves.

You just leave them to me.

When you get Miss Sharon over to the

Emporium, well, the rest is up to you.

Knowing how you work, I guess I won't

have to tell you anything more.

Hey, Squibb, Gill, what's keeping you two?

We're coming.

I guess we'd better go now.

You know how people talk.

Yeah.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Squibby.

Happy birthday, dear Squibby.

Happy birthday to you.

Why, Mr. Pratt, 14 candles.

I'm only 13.

Do we eat now?

No.

Yes, there's Miss Sharon coming now.

Hello, everybody.

Hello.

Happy birthday, darling.

Hello.

Hello.

He would come.

I hope you don't mind.

No.

Mr. Claiborne always said the more the merrier.

Thanks, Squibb.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I got it.

Good evening, Miss Sharon.

Good evening, Mr. Pratt.

Happy birthday, Squibb.

I brought you a present.

Oh, thanks.

I bet nobody can guess what it is.

Cards.

Well.

Oh, it's a good game of solitaire.

We can play casino.

Isn't that dandy?

Yes, just what I needed.

Oh, you know some tricks?

Oh, I know a couple.

Say, that's all right.

Oh, uh, Squibb, watch this one.

It's called accordion shuffle.

Oh, that's too bad, Squibb.

I'm sorry.

That's funny.

First time I ever saw a mess.

Well, that's the end of the year.

Looks like it, doesn't it?

Well, as Mr. Claiborne always said, there's no

use crying over spilt milk.

That's it, girl.

We'll get some more tomorrow.

Yes, we might as well eat that.

Suits me.

You know, Squibb, we're actually celebrating two birthdays

today.

Is it your birthday, too?

No, no, my windmills.

It's all set up.

Is it working?

Slick as a whistle.

Well, Johnny, what you doing here?

I should think you'd be a little wise.

That's right where I would be, if there

was any wind.

That's right.

Help yourself.

I'll open my present.

There you are.

I was hungry.

I've been saving up.

I ain't had yet today.

It's a shame I wasn't able.

After you weed, better haggis.

Haggis?

What's that?

Where you take some meal and some raisins

and you put it into the stomach of

a sheep.

Don't thanks.

I'd rather have ham.

I'm sure of that.

You selling?

No, thanks.

I don't have one.

Johnny, look.

There she blows.

Excuse me.

What is it, Johnny?

The wind.

My windmill.

Ain't you hungry?

It's a shame Johnny had to lease us

on him.

That's all the more for us.

Here.

You have that.

Give me some.

Oh, well.

Never mind, lassie.

Never mind.

I don't want to overindulge myself, Mr. Prout,

but you better let me have a little

of that ham and some of the turkey

and maybe another biscuit.

If only Cher and I do wish Mr.

Farhan as well to come.

All right.

We could have had a game of whist

if we had some cards.

Don't worry, dear.

I'll get mine.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Miss Sharon.

If you will permit me, I should consider

it a very great privilege to go with

you.

Thank you.

I'll get your coat.

Thank you, Squid.

Well, I guess I might as well leave.

There ain't many of us left, is there?

Come on.

Let's stay here, huh?

I'll tell you what.

We'll let the cards aside.

High hand wins.

Just a minute.

I'll deal.

Three queens.

Three queens, huh?

Yeah.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Shall we continue with your piano lessons?

No, thanks.

It's beautiful.

And effective.

Mr. Farrar, haven't you any conscience at all?

Precious little.

Dreadful person.

A rat, definitely.

Tricky.

Shiftless.

But clever.

No, not so clever.

Because I'm going to say something I never

figured I'd say.

Something I shouldn't say and something you shouldn't

listen to.

Miss Sharon, if you were to marry me,

say, the day after tomorrow, it would be

a very foolish but a very wonderful thing

for you to do.

I'm giving you something very special to say

it to.

It would be so very simple, Gil, if

we could do something about that other me.

What other you?

The me that belongs out there.

The me that slices the bacon, wraps up

the groceries, keeps the books and walks off

the merchandise to show a 50% profit.

The me that's looking forward to a future

as secure and well-ordered as a bank.

That me says no.

What about the other you?

Go away!

Will you please go away?

What's the matter, Gil?

Would you like that one?

Maybe you like this one.

This is the one we use for that

girl in Abilene.

Remember?

Colonel Bird?

Huh?

What do you suppose they're doing up there?

I mean, Ms. Sheeran and him.

Well, right now and offhand, I'd say that

they were just...

Hey, Squip, why don't you run along home?

Must be wonderful.

Colonel Bird, have you ever been up on

a roof with a girl in the moonlight?

Yeah.

Once I was.

Yeah, but she pushed me off.

Hey, Squip, don't you think you'd better skitter

along?

No.

I'm going to wait and find out what

happened.

I'd better take Clemens' cake before it's all

gone.

Colonel Bird, do you suppose I made a

mistake?

I mean, about giving him up to Ms.

Sheeran?

You know, maybe after all, I was the

kind of woman he really needed.

He's asleep.

It would save him right if I had

his cake.

They're gone.

Clem, wake up!

Come on, Clem.

He's dead.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

We'd better go get Mr. Farr.

That's right.

Get him.

This shoelace was around poor Clem's neck.

I guess he got too close to those

bars.

Come on, Squip.

You go home and stay there.

Go on.

Do as I tell you.

Come on, George.

It's a windmill.

It was terrible.

When Mr. Bird tried to give him his

cake, he just sort of fell over, dead.

He'd been strangled with his shoelace.

It's the devil's own work.

You mean it's Todd Shelby's work.

Mr. Farr said Clem got too near to

the bars.

And, Mr. Pratt, you know what he wrote

on the marshal's office?

What?

Todd Shelby wrote, You dogs have had your

day.

No.

Yes, with shoe blackened.

You dogs have had your day.

Dogs, you have had your day.

No, no, Squip.

Todd Shelby didn't write that.

Then who did?

It was Alexander Pope.

I don't doubt Todd Shelby put that on

the wall.

But the words were written by Alexander Pope.

Let's see.

Dogs, you have had your day.

Here it is.

Dogs, you have had your day.

It's about a man who come home from

a long voyage to find his house despoiled,

his worldly goods dissipated, his land and cattle

gone.

His name was Ulysses.

I remember what Mr. Claiborne said.

He said Louis Redstock came back from Europe

to find the settlers had taken everything.

Just like Ulysses.

That's what he said.

Louis Redstock?

Mr. Claiborne said that?

Yes.

What else does it say?

What does it say came next?

The hour of vengeance wretches now is come.

Impending fate is yours and instant doom.

Mrs. Randy, quick.

And furthermore...

How do I get that down?

Very good.

Almost as Mr. Claiborne himself.

I see, but it's no good enough.

We'll start again.

We accuse Louis Redstock...

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Get it down.

Wait, wait, wait.

We, the editors and publishers of the Santa

Marta Clarion, do hereby publicly brand and accuse

Louis Redstock of the brutal murder of Clem

Baldry.

Well, before I knew what was happening, a

rope dropped over my neck and jerked me

off my feet.

The next...

Over by Bill Martin's corral.

Keep the door locked.

No, no, no, Johnny.

You mustn't.

In the office of the town bus...

Wait a minute.

Remember what Mr. Claiborne used to say about

an honest newspaper?

Maybe it'd be a good idea to stick

that in too.

Aye, how did it go now?

Well, Mr. Claiborne always said that an honest

newspaper was a small sort of justice.

He said that when a scoundrel has entrenched

himself beyond the reach of the law, it's

a bounden duty of a newspaper to shout

his witness from the housetops.

Aye, I see.

We'll put that in.

Win the scoundrel.

Don't you touch him, Mr. Redstock!

Don't you touch him!

Is Bill Martin all right?

Yes.

Mr. Clary!

Rich!

Rich!

She's dead.

She's been shot.

The kid's

dead, Redstock.

You've got about one minute to say anything

that's on your mind.

Odd how history repeats itself, isn't it?

75 years ago, my grandfather was killed by

the Apaches here, in this very room.

In fact, he was standing right here, where

I am standing now.

He was attempting to defend Santa Marta against

a horde of savages.

Ironic, isn't it, Mr. Farrar, that I should

die here, too?

Attempting to defend the Santa Marta of my

generation against another kind of savage.

White riffraff.

Land grabbers.

They swarmed in like locusts.

All the off-scouring of the frontier that

could turn a wheel or steal a horse.

They drove off my cattle.

They fenced in my waterholes.

They plowed up my river pastures.

And like a hideous, leprous growth, their filthy

shacks engulfed my hacienda itself.

What was there for me to do, Mr.

Farrar?

To devote my entire life to destroying them

and drive that scum from Santa Marta.

Have you finished?

No, not quite.

The savage that killed my grandfather, Mr. Farrar,

was standing exactly where you are standing now.

Hey, you!

You all right?

Yes, sir.

Farrar!

Hey!

Help yourself.

It's on the house.

No tequila, Gil?

We was worried for a minute.

What's the matter with you, George?

Oh, another inch in there to put a

hole in me belt.

Pull up your shirt.

Let's get a look at it.

No.

Go on.

Pull up your shirt.

No.

Sierra.

Oh, no!

Now, George, take it easy.

You know you're not well.

I am too, Mr. Farrar.

I'm too well.

I've been well for a week.

Oh, let me in my pants.

Now, lie down and relax.

Go on.

Oh, what's the idea of keeping me here,

making out like I was dying?

Hey, Sierra.

I can get up, can't I?

No, George, my friend.

You must not get up.

There, you see?

We're your friends.

We know what's best for you.

Well, when can I get up?

Oh, today, maybe.

As soon as the preacher goes away.

Preacher?

What's the preacher got to do with my

staying in bed?

It's very simple, George.

Today the preacher is in town.

Tomorrow he will be gone for three months.

Huh?

Sure, my friend.

And without the preacher, how can Gil marry

the beautiful Miss Sharon?

Are you accusing me of trying to jilt

the most wonderful girl in the world just

because I have to set up night and

day with a wounded pal?

It's a fine thing when my two best

friends want to misunderstand me.

You know how I feel about Miss Sharon.

She's the sweetest, loveliest, most unusual girl I've

ever met.

I'd marry her in a minute if I

didn't have to stay.

Oh, it's good you feel that way, Gil.

Because she's waiting with the preacher now.

She is?

Si, amigo.

Now, therefore, I pronounce you husband and wife.

Oh, Gil, my friend, I'm sorry.

I just remembered.

I forgot to tell you Miss Sharon's message.

What message?

Oh, she said many beautiful words.

But mostly she said that she wished very

much that you would be very happy and,

and what?

Oh, I forgot what she called it.

Come on.

Oh, yes, I remember, amigo.

It was something about, about the other me.

Lucky, would you like to kiss the bride?

No, go ahead.

I hate you.

Mucha vida, guapa.

Mucha felicidad.

Gracias.

Y muchos deditos.

Hey.

Hey, fellas.

Wait a minute.

Three days ago you said we was in

California.

Are we still in California?

Yes, we will be for a few more

days, George.

Well, anyhow, my feet don't hurt.

Transcription and translation (AI) for english by Kasamaruti/GM JUL 2025