All language subtitles for Lightning Jack (1994) DVDRip.ENG

Junction City!

Stay.

Excuse me.

Marshall, it's the Younger gang!
I just saw them, bold as brass!

- Take it steady, Frank.
- Cole and Bob Younger. No mistake.

- Where are they?
- The bank. Four men, right now.

The Younger brothers.

Looks like we caught us
a real big fish.

All right, boys.

Spread the word.
Everyone knows what to do.

Just tell them to hold it
till I give the signal.

All right, gentlemen.
Hold steady.

Now we can do this the easy way--
nobody has to die--

or we could do it the hard way.

The choice is yours.

You, open the safe.

I don't know the combination.

I hit him.
I shot Lightning Jack Kane.

I got him, Clem.
I seen him buck just as I fired.

I just shot Kane,
the fastest gun alive.

Maybe you hit him too,
but mine was a head shot.

Knocked him forward,
right out of the saddle.

There ain't no maybes.
My shot was plumb in the middle.

It's the Younger brothers.
We got the Younger brothers!

- We got one too!
- I got one.

Set the camera up here.

Let's get that dead body
in the front.

I want the committee
right behind it.

And get the town hall in the back.
This is history.

That there is Sam Jorgenson.

Where's the other one?
Where's that Lightning Jack?

We got Kane, Marshall. Me and Pat here,
we filled him full of holes.

Horse took a fright
and dragged the body, I reckon.

He ain't the fastest gun alive--
not anymore.

- You better go fetch the body.
- Yes, sir.

Marshall Kurtz in the center. You've
gotta be in the center of the photo.

Can we have a statement?

I'm not much for speeches.
I leave that to the politicians.

I am just a man
who's doing the job...

that people elected me to do.

I think today we sent out a message
to all lawbreakers.

In Junction City...

you will respect the law...

or you will learn to fear it!

- Hear! Hear!
- Right!

I guess these boys
are just slow learners.

Three cheers for Marshall Kurtz.
Hip, hip, hooray!

All right. Hold it.

- Read that out to me.
- Yes, sir.

But you don't need the gun, sir.
I ain't the law.

Read it.

''Younger gang wiped out.''

That part.

''The only flaw in the trap
was the escape...

of Lightning Jack Kane...

although several witnesses swore...

he was shot full of holes...

and riding dead in the saddle.

Kane is of medium height
and build, blond hair...

with a mean, weathered face...

and has an English accent.''

- English?
- Yes, sir.

I don't speak English.
I'm a bloody Australian!

How can I send this
to my mates back home...

and tell them what a big success I am
if it says I'm English?

- Bloody newspapers. Never get it right.
- That's right.

''Marshall Dan Kurtz
was unconcerned...

saying, 'Dead or alive...

Kane don't matter.

We got Cole Younger.

He was the leader and brains
of the gang.

Kane was a follower...

and just a brainless no-account.

Without the Younger brothers,
he's nothing.'''

He's nothin'?

Without the Younger brothers,
I'm nothin'?

Right.

Brainless no-account?

That's what it said.

We'll see who's brainless.

What's all that shooting
down there?

What's going on?

That's four bags of soap...

and two sacks of flour.

You got that, boy?
That's four bags of salt...

two bags of flour.

That's on top...

of my regular order.

His handwriting is so messed up,
Mr. Curran. Maybe I can make it out.

It says, ''Thank you, sir.
Is that everything?''

That's what I thought it said,
but it's bad written, real bad.

Get him to load the rest
on the wagon out there...

and you better do
the tallying up yourself.

Being he can't write proper...

we don't want him
doing no figuring, do we?

Put the rest of those goods
on Mr. Curran's wagon.

And no more sass, you hear?

Pay him no heed, Mr. Doyle. It's a fine
Christian thing you've done...

taking on this poor, unfortunate boy.

It's been a real struggle,
Mrs. Franks.

The boy was poorly raised.

His folks filled his head
with all kind of fool thoughts...

that he was just as good
as a normal man.

Of course when they died
of the cholera...

I knew it was my Christian duty
to take him in--

try to get his mind right.

Bless you.
Good day, Mr. Doyle.

Good day to you.
It's real hot out there today.

Oh, it sure is.

Ben.

Judge Curran
is one of my best customers.

I ain't gonna have you sassin' him.

That's it! No more notes
and no more writing.

You understand?

Half the folks around here
can't read or write.

And it irks them
that somebody like you can.

It's unnatural.

I took you on when nobody else would.
I deserve some gratitude.

Finish loading
and tally up the cash drawer...

and take it to the bank.

Now hold steady, gentlemen.

We can do this the easy way--
no one has to die--

or we can do it the hard way,
but the choice is yours.

Fill it up.

Shut the door. Against the wall.

Hands in the air.
Keep clear of that window.

Fill it up.

Yeah.

Against the wall.

Keep away from the window.
What the hell's this?

- Storekeepers. We're closing up.
- What?

Stores-- they close at 4:00.
They do their bankin' from 4:00 to 5:00.

Maybe you ought to come back
after 5:00.

You.

You.

Yeah. Open the safe.

I said open the safe.

I can't. I'm just a teller.
Only the manager knows the combination.

Where's the manager?

Shit.

Over there.

Away from the window.

Hey, they're robbing the bank!
Quick, call the sheriff!

Hands down! Give me that.

Better hope you got
a lot of friends out there.

- Hold still, boys. He's got a hostage.
- It's only the dummy.

Hold still, everyone.

Mate, come on.

Trail 'em, Jed,
but stay well back.

We need a few good riflemen
with fresh horses.

Find me someone that can read tracks.
We'll meet at the livery stable.

Go.

One word and you're dead.

- Where did they go, Jed?
- Through that pass.

Do we circle?

No, follow me!

Mount up.

When I say jump, you jump.
No questions, no back talk.

Mount up.

What are you,
part Indian or something?

No, an Indian
would have been smart enough...

to let me ride right into them.

- Tracks gotta be here somewhere.
- Take the men and circle the ridge.

- We'll head for the county line.
- Let's go, boys.

Get down.

You did good.

Kept your mouth shut.
I'm letting you go.

You can talk now.

You can't talk?

Turn around.

Face that tree.

Turn back, you're a dead man.

Don't even think about it.

''I'll join your gang.''

What gang?

What are you gonna do anyway,
walk into a bank and write 'em a note?

Dumbest thing I ever heard of.
Take your boots off.

Quick. I don't want you
running back over there...

to tell the posse where we are.

Just be glad...

that you're walking back to town...

instead of lying
across the saddle.

Hold up, boys.

It don't make no sense.

He's turned the horse loose
and kept the boy.

Maybe he's just running that poor
dummy boy barefoot out of pure meanness.

Stay alert, men.
And shoot on sight.

Shit, how did you get--

I'm snakebit.

I can't be snakebit.
That's a Navajo snake charm.

Cost me $50.

Yeah.

Suck the poison.

You're gonna have to suck
the poison out.

I can't reach it.

What? Put the gun down?

That's it?
Is it just a splinter?

No bite.

See? Snake charm works.

I ain't scared of snakes, okay?

I just don't like 'em.

Nonetheless...

you was willing to chaw on my butt
to save my hide.

Fact is...

you've been saving my hide
since we met.

I ain't a man
to take that lightly.

Let's git.

They'd have turned back by now.

A posse will never cross
the county line.

We've got some talking to do.

I thought you'd given up tobacco.

All right. Just this once.

How come you can't talk?

Baby. You had a baby.

You're the baby.
Baby can't talk.

You was born dumb...

but not deaf.

Not deaf.

What's your name?
What do people call you?

Ben Doyle. Ben Doyle...

meet Lightning Jack Kane.

That's the Lightning Jack Kane.

You probably heard of me.

Outlaw.

You want to be an outlaw?

Doesn't everybody?

Gonna help me rob a bank.

Yeah, I could have used
some backup last time, but--

Your ears, your eyes for me.

You think I need them?

What makes you think
I need your eyes?

Just what gave you that notion?

Yeah, well, my eyes get
a little fuzzy up close...

trying to read
and squinting down a sight...

but I can hit anything
you can point at...

and it'll be dead
before your finger's straight.

See that? That's an evil eye.
Got it off a Navajo medicine man.

$ 75.

That's my aiming eye.

So don't starting thinking
just 'cause one part of me...

ain't working good
that I got a weakness.

Yeah.

I guess you know better than me
how folks react to weakness.

Anyway, you still think
I need help?

''I can tell a one-dollar bill
from a hundred-dollar bill.

They're all ones!

I knocked off a bank
for 50 bucks.

What?

''I'll never tell anyone.''

Oh, you'll never tell anyone.
Of course.

Hey, while you're at it...

don't go talking to no one
about that snakebite either, eh?

Don't go talkin' to no one, eh?

I just come out with 'em.

Don't go talking to no one.
Don't tell anyone.

I'll probably make up a lot more
funny jokes like that about you.

But if you ride with me,
nobody else will.

Have you ever tried
Arizona chicken?

Australia is a colony.

So if you rob a bank back there,
you're wanted all over the country.

But in America, you can rob banks
in five different states.

You still got another 30.
Across the border and you run free.

No worries. Yeah,
democracy is a wonderful thing.

What?

Ah, gut pain.
Well, pick your outhouse.

And next time you eat buzzard,
only the drumsticks.

We ain't got all day.
Go anywhere.

Must have been a powerful,
bad smeller.

What do you smell, old Mate?

Not you. Him. He's Mate.

That's his name.

I was going to call him Thunder
at one stage.

You know,
Lightning Jack and Thunder.

He wouldn't hear of it.

Aha. That's what he smelt.

No, they're just plain folks.

I never shoot plain folks...

unless they annoy me.

Mount up.

Sling it.

Act like your mind's gone away.

Smile. I don't need a gun.

I'm gonna charm these folks
out of a $ 10 horse.

Five dollars, maybe less.

I got a silver tongue.

Howdy, neighbors.

$30 for this bag of bones!

Thieving bastard.
I should have shot him.

Now relax.
Like I said, democracy.

We're not wanted in this state
till after we rob the bank.

All right. I go in...

I go to the far wall...

wave the money,
then you come in.

I do the speech.
All you gotta do is draw your gun...

and cover me.

Oh, unless someone goes
for their gun.

Then you shoot them.

Now, hold steady, gentlemen. Ma'am.

We can do this the easy way--

no one has to die--

or we can do it the hard way.

The choice is yours.

There's someone robbing the bank!
Get the sheriff, quick!

Bank robbery bungled.

''In a display of criminal stupidity...

one of the two would-be robbers
managed to shoot himself...

before the tellers
could even raise their hands.

His partner panicked...

and the two fled in fear as
the bank staff laughed in their faces.

One witness thought one of the men
was Jack Kane.''Jack Kane?

What happened to Lightning Jack?

I sweat blood earning that handle...

and some pissant reporter
just leaves it out.

I'm writing him a letter.

''But U. S. Marshal Daniel Kurtz
dismissed this claim...

saying, 'Every time there's a robbery,
someone identifies Kane.

But that colorful outlaw era
is finished.

Kane is just a loose end
who will be cut off.

He sure ain't no Jesse James.'''

What do they mean,
I ain't no Jesse James?

What's so special about Jesse James?

He sure didn't impress me none.

Do I know Jesse James? Yeah.

Rode on a few banks a couple of years
back with him and his brother Frank.

Frank's the brains.
Jesse is a pecker-head.

Pecker. Down there.
That's your pecker.

Jesse's a pecker-head.

Is he bald?

No, he's not bald.
Just dumb.

Dumb like I was to try and rob a bank
with a greenhorn like you.

We've got to face the facts.

I was born to be an outlaw.
You wasn't.

Go home, kid. Forget it.

Just one good headline.

Is that too much to ask?

You want bullets?

What do you want them for?

Gonna rob a bank?

By yourself?

Oh, you're gonna join up
with the James boys.

They're gonna learn you
to be an outlaw?

So one day I'll pick up the newspaper,
and it'll say...

''Jesse James and Ben Doyle rob bank.''

Like they could teach you things
that I couldn't.

I suppose they'll put that
in the paper too.

''Jesse James succeeds
where Jack Kane failed.''

Nah.

I was just joshing you.
Come on.

Those James boys couldn't even teach you
to fart like an outlaw.

Yeah. There'll be more of them.

If they come down for a visit,
just do like I do.

I've spent some friendly time
with the Navajo.

There'll be no trouble
if we follow their rules.

Just passing through.

Show no fear. No disrespect.

But most important--

Shit.

No rules. They're Comanche.

Just mount up steady-like.

They ain't gone.

Comanche don't even have a word
for retreat.

They'll be circling right now.

That means the other three
will come from my side.

Don't shoot, no matter what.

Just follow me.

Get down! Ride low!

Try and stay on your horse.
I can't take on the whole bloody tribe.

Why didn't we shoot them?
They're Comanche.

We don't know their names.

You don't know nothing
about Indians, do you?

If you kill a Comanche
and you don't know his name...

his spirit goes into an owl...

and every night that owl will
come around calling out, ''Who? Who?''

If you can't sing out the right name,
it'll follow you forever.

Bad medicine.

Eh? I learnt that secret
from old Red Eagle himself.

He was a Comanche.

Sold me this charm.
It keeps grizzly bears away.

Only $30.

I think we got a problem, Dan.

Granville? That's ten days' hard ride
from where he was hiding two days ago.

- This is horse shit.
- No, it's called competition.

That stuff we ran on law and order
and the Younger gang wipeout...

got picked up nationwide.

Heck, the Mail made you
a national hero, Dan.

So our rivals are rooting
for the underdog.

They'll try and turn Kane
into some kind of folk hero outlaw.

Then you'll be just the lawman
who failed to catch him.

So far it's just this one small paper,
but it could catch on.

Then we'll have to deflate
Mr. Kane pronto.

How?

I can find the right people
with the proper incentive.

What I need is some financial support
from the law and order association.

Well, I'm sure
that can be arranged.

Junction City and the Mail
are behind you 100%.

Governor.

I'm safe.

There's no law in Wayside Flats.

I got us a cabin
a couple of miles up the road.

Tomorrow I'll start teaching you
the outlaw trade.

But now there's something
more important--

the Red Garter Saloon.

There's only one reason
this town exists.

Tell me, how long has it been
since you bedded down a woman?

Don't know?

You never?

You never?

You're a full-grown man.

We're outlaws.

Figured on learning you
how to rob banks.

Never figured on learning you
at lovemaking.

Does your pecker work proper?

Whenever a sweet-smelling gal
passes close by...

does it stand up and say howdy?

Good.

And you do know where to put it?

See, you're just nervous, right? Hey.

My first time--
the only time in my entire life--

I was ever scared shitless.

Yeah, it was
a nerve-jangling experience...

for a boy of 11 years.

It's as simple as riding a horse.

Start with a walk.

Now move into a canter.

Steady-like.
Don't trot. Never trot.

Now you hold that steady canter...

till that sweet little creature
starts to moan.

That's your signal. Gallop.

Gallop. Ride hard.
Come on. Yes!

You got business here?

Now remember,
never just jump on a woman.

First, tell her
she's got a pretty dress...

nice, soft hair--

In your case,
stroke it a few times.

Then jump on her.
Lovemaking.

- Hi there, Jack.
- Boys.

Howdy.

- Kane!
- Howdy, Jack.

How are you, Mr. Kane?

Mr. Kane, welcome back.

- Thanks, Luke.
- What'll it be? The usual?

They told me you were badly wounded,
maybe even dead.

Well, the fact is, I did
stop enough lead to kill a normal man.

But you know me.
I'm as tough and hard as a nickel steak.

You surely are.

I want you to meet my new partner.
Ben Doyle.

Ben, this is the Miss Lana Castelle--

prettiest gal in the county...

sweetest singing voice
in the entire state.

Pleased to meet you.

- Would you like a--
- Ben's a man of few words.

But he was just saying to me
on the way in...

that he'd really like it
if you could organize--

Pilar?

Pilar here's
a perfect match for Ben.

He don't talk much,
and she never stops.

Hi.

Now, Pilar, darling...

I want you to take good care
of our friend Ben here.

He could surely use
a nice, hot bath.

But aside from that,
he's unsoiled.

Well, what a coincidence.
So am I.

What do you say you and me get
acquainted over some bubbly champagne?

Come on.

Right. Now let's you and me
get on with my pleasuring.

''Cowboy Jack.''

I'm gonna do
my specialty number now--

''Cowboy Jack.''

He was just a lonely cowboy

With a heart so brave and true

-And he laid--
-Honey, if you're gonna sing like that--

With eyes of heaven's own blue

Your sweetheart waits for you, Jack

Your sweetheart waits for you

Out on the lonely prairie--

Darned if you ain't
the quietest man I ever met.

You ain't said more than two
or three words in almost an hour.

Mind you, I am not one
to complain about such things.

Most men will just interrupt a person
or talk right on over the top of you.

But not you, sweetie.
You are a rare gentleman, Ben.

Now, don't you want
to say something sweet about me?

Then go right on ahead, darlin'.

You can't talk?

Is there any other part of you
that doesn't work proper?

So you mean to say no matter what...

different things
we find ourselves getting up to...

you couldn't tell nobody, could you?

Ever.

Now isn't that a real shame?

New York.
We'll go to New York City.

I reckon people there
got culture comin' out of their ears.

When, Jack?

Well, one last job. I need
a couple of weeks to get Ben ready.

I'm glad you got Ben
to watch your back.

There's some things
a woman can tell right off.

He's loyal to you.

That would be on account
of I saved his life.

He got bit in the leg
by a rattler.

If I hadn't been there to calm him down
and suck out the poison...

he was a goner.

Of course we never mention it.

Men.

Well, this time we really are
gonna go off and make a fresh start.

I can feel it.

It seems like only yesterday
I promised to take you away--

It's been nine years...

honey.

Give us a beer, Luke.

Someone's looking bright and perky
this morning.

Let me guess. Excited about starting
your schooling today, right?

Something else
put that silly grin on your face?

Howdy, Ben.
What did you do last night?

Oh, no. You mean, you--

Well done.

I'd like to hear ''sorry''
from you, boy.

A stupid grin
just don't get it done.

Don't look at him.

This is none of my affair,
gentlemen.

Hey, Mick, you gotta watch this.

- That's Comanche Doyle.
- He don't look like no Indian.

He ain't.

They call him Comanche
'cause after he guns a man down...

he cuts out his tongue.

Got a dozen of them
on a string round his neck.

Under his shirt.

He likes to feel it
next to his skin.

Yeah, I heard about him. Comanche--

Doyle.

Comanche Doyle.
Yep. Dangerous fellow.

I got 50 bucks says
he can drop them both...

without spilling his beer.

A hundred.

Now just hold on there.

No point in getting all het up
over spilt beer.

I spill more just taking a drink.

I guess I'm just clumsy.

No offense, Mr. Doyle.

Lucky fellow.

I appreciate your
not making trouble in my town...

Comanche.

You coming?

That's what you call bluff.

We scared the gizzards
out of them boys.

I surely hope your friend
wasn't running from me.

No, ma'am. He'd more than likely be
running after a pretty filly like you.

You can be sure of that.

Last night, he practically
begged me to marry him.

But I'm too young for that.

Ah, you got to love 'em.

No point in practicing that.
Too slow.

Got a better idea for you.
Take that rig off.

Rode with a fellow once,
name of ''Bad Eyes'' McBain.

Now he really needed eyeglasses.
Couldn't see past his hand.

So--

Try that on.

Made himself a special piece.

Twenty-gauge cut down.

It's a close-up gun.
Got to get close.

Take it easy.

That knot in the wall.

.45 caliber.

.50 caliber special.

Lightning don't strike twice.

Once is enough.

Now, this shotgun,
six or seven paces...

blow a man
clean out of his boots.

But at 30 paces...

it will just make him
real pissed off.

Put it away.

Now, no point
pulling a gun on a man...

if you look like a scared rabbit.

You gotta look right through him...

like he's nothing.

Think like you're a rattlesnake...

and he's just a little mouse.

Me? Is that how I do it?

I just know I'm good.

Real good.

That tale I was telling
about you being Comanche Doyle--

it ain't entirely made up.

Of course it ain't true about Comanche
cutting out a man's tongue.

Ben, I want you to have this.

In fact, this ain't even
an Indian charm.

I got it off an old China man.

That's a fertility charm.

They ain't tongues.
They're testicles.

You know, balls.

From now on,
they're tongues, Comanche.

Ah, no need to thank me.

Just get on with your gun practice.
I'll fix us up a bit of grub.

Heard talk he used to lay low
around these parts.

Figured he'd head here
if he was all shot up.

How shot up don't matter.

The reward stands...

alive or dead.

No, I can't recollect
anyone like that.

Hey, Lana, these two lawmen...

are asking about an outlaw
by the name of Lightning Jack Kane.

You know him?

Lawmen?

Lawmen are always fat,
old, grouchy types.

If you two are lawmen,
you can lock me up.

No, ma'am. We are the law.

Appointed special U. S.
deputy marshals.

You know Kane?

Oh, I met him once.
That was enough.

He was no outlaw.
Outlaws can be gentlemen.

No, sir.
Mr. Lightning Jack Kane...

was a mean, low-down conniving skunk.

I heard he's dead.

I hope he is.

You boys look parched.

Sally...

why don't you find
these two handsome boys a table...

while I hustle up something wet?

You should be on a stage.
I can swear you meant that.

That part about Jack being a low-down,
mean, conniving skunk, I meant it.

Lana, you be careful.

Them boys are toting badges.
I guess that makes them legal.

But they got
a smell of death on them.

I know. I just want to know
why the sudden interest in Jack.

Open up.

It's me. Lana.

I'm awake.

You told me
you always slept buck naked.

Yeah, I do...

but it wouldn't be decent
in front of another man.

Is that what brought you here
in the middle of the night--

started thinking about me
buck naked?

I came here to warn you.
There's two deputy marshals in town...

telling folks there's
a dead-or-alive reward on you.

Dead-or-alive reward?
How much reward?

I think they said 200.

$200?

Well, maybe it was 2,000.
What's the difference?

It's dead or alive.

What's the difference? Women.

$200 is a fitting reward
for a two-bit cattle rustler.

Darling, I'm Lightning Jack Kane...

a bank robber
and a cold-blooded killer.

Yeah, silly me.
I must have panicked.

Maybe they said 5,000.

5,000? Yeah, sounds more like it.

Saddle up.

Folks around here would turn in
their kinfolk for less than that.

$5,000, eh?

I'm scared.

Ah, the law's been
on my tail for years.

No, this is different.
These are bounty hunters.

And there's more coming.

Some marshal up north
has been hiring killers--

special deputies.

Dan Kurtz, Junction City.

It's not safe
for you here anymore, Jack.

You can't come back.

- See, we can't--
- No, no matter.

I ain't planning to come back--
not more than once...

to take you with me,
like I promised.

When?

One last big job.

I'll be back
at the end of the month.

You be ready to run.

Got my word.

I don't suppose you picked up one of
them wanted posters with my name on it.

This is just a small town.

We need a big city bank,
like Junction City.

What, rob that bank again?

I could never go back there.
The whole town is deputized.

Lightning never--
Lightning never strikes twice.

You got a point.

That's the last place on earth
anyone would expect me to turn up.

You're starting
to think like an outlaw, kid.

Here it is--
the biggest cattle sale of the year.

Junction City auction yards.

Friday the 27th.

That's next Friday.

That bank will be fatter
than the baker's wife.

And you and me are gonna take it.

Get us another beer, Ben.
I wanna do some more thinking.

Oh, sorry.
Get us another drink, Comanche.

Hey, boy.

Me and my friends
were just wondering about that.

You planning on drawing down
on a squirrel or a duck?

That man in the black coat--

that's John D. Coles.

Coles? The gunfighter
from up north?

What's the matter, boy?

You think you can see a squirrel?

Gentlemen.

This is Mr. Comanche Doyle.

He's a bit-- So folks around here
don't pay him no never mind.

You're doing a lot of flapping off
at the mouth, mister.

Buying into this?

Or you gonna let that big mouth of yours
just go on flapping?

You're right, sir.
This is none of my business.

My big mouth is shut tight.

I was about to leave.

Good idea. Just stick
your tail between your legs...

and slink out of here
like a yellow dog.

Here. Try mine.

Git.

Now take on four guns, kid.

Now then, Mr. Comanche.

You got two choices.

Either you pull
that squirrel gun of yours...

or I pull it for you...

and maybe stick it up
your squirrel ass.

Yeah, four is hard.

But three?

Easy.

I'm so good, I scare myself.

You boys are lucky.

Now, if Comanche
had drawn down on you--

Ben?

Hold it right there, Mister.

You blink an eye,
I'll cut you in half.

- Good night, Matthew.
- Good night, Sheriff.

Sheriff, it appears there was
another drifter involved...

but he skedaddled fast.

Nobody in town
ever seen 'em before...

but one of the boys said
he heard the name Comanche Doyle.

That be you, Mr. Gunfighter?

Comanche?

Maybe a pistol-whipping
would loosen up your tongue.

Leave it be, Bart.

It don't matter
what he calls hisself.

I'll telegraph
his description around tomorrow.

My guess is we'll know
who he is by noon.

Anybody that fast with a gun
has gotta be wanted for somethin'.

You know, men like you
gotta understand...

the old ways is finished.

You can't outrun the wire.

This is the 19th century.

Check around outside, Bart.

Make sure the boys
have settled down for the night.

It's been a long time, Jack.

At least ten years, Tom.
How have you been?

Surviving.

Just surviving.

I can't let you just walk away.
Too many witnesses.

By tomorrow the whole county's
gonna know about the shoot-out.

Shit.

Ten years ago, I'd have
kicked this cell door down...

and rode out of town with you,
but now--

Just do your job, Tom.

We all gotta survive best way we can.
I don't take it personal.

I didn't put no name
to the description.

It's the best I can do,
partner.

Appreciate it.

All's quiet outside, Sheriff.

Well, you're deputized, Bart.

Just don't get close
to the drifter.

I'll spell you about sunup.

Lock her up tight.

Evenin', Sheriff.

Who's there?

You boys can act the fool
all you want.

I ain't opening up for nobody.

Go home and sleep it off.

Durned fools.

Well, looky here.

No aiming sights.

You sure got lucky
in that ruckus.

No. You got lucky.

Lucky I didn't blow a hole
in that turd you're using for a head.

On your feet,
you son of a bitch.

Slowly, boy.

One hand out front,
the other on your head.

Come closer.

Back up.

Now you can bunk down.

No point in me
missing a good night's sleep...

over scum like you.

Deputy!

Fire!

The keys!

Hurry up.

Come on.

The cuffs!

Fire!

Cuffs!

You got religion, Ben?

I never thought much on it
myself...

till when you came
through the flames.

Thought you was old Satan himself
come to claim me personal.

I've come to thinking, Ben,
you've got a shortcoming.

You ain't partial to pulling the trigger
and blowing a man's head off, right?

Hey, don't be ashamed, Ben.
Nobody's perfect.

Even I got one flaw
in my nature.

Never could trust anyone...

till now.

You're being gun-shy
doesn't matter.

I shoot better
than any two men alive anyway.

What counts is,
I trust you, partner.

Trust you like a brother.

And that touches me.

I feel like
I should give you a big hug.

So it's a lucky thing
we don't do that kind of sissy stuff.

Three dollars.
Now four. Now five.

Five dollars now.
Six dollars. Now seven.

Eight. Eight dollars.

Cattle sale's
finished at 3:00.

By 5:00, that bank will be
bursting at the seams with cash.

Then we go in
and pay our respects.

Yeah, I know.

That's what's gonna give us
the element of surprise.

I'll show you.

Beg your pardon, sir.

That bank over there-- Is that
where those outlaws were ambushed?

It surely is, sir.

You were right.
Outlaws.

It makes me nervous about
depositing our cash there.

Gentlemen, you are looking
at the safest bank in the state.

Every businessman in town
is a member...

and at the first hint of trouble--

No outlaw
would even think about it...

not after the way we handled
that Younger gang.

You were part of that?

I was the first to spot 'em.

I guess I just have an eye
for trouble, you know.

That's definitely
the bank for us, then.

For sure.

Oh, no.

The good side is, he couldn't spot an
outlaw if they took a dump in his hat.

The bad side is,
he just proved it.

Two riders.

The one on the left,
that's J. D. Kincaid.

Wanted for bank robbery
in four states.

Maybe he didn't spot me.

His gang must be
in town somewhere.

He wouldn't be dumb enough to try
and take that bank with just two men.

That's different.

You'd better follow him,
careful-like.

I'll meet you
back at the stables.

At least six of them?

One of'em a guy with an eye patch?
Big fella?

That's Spencer.

That's the Kincaid gang.
They're here after the bank.

Should've known.

Biggest cattle sale of the year.
Town not expecting anything.

Outlaw thinking.

We got two choices.

We go in now, first,
take the bank right now.

And it ain't worth taking
till the sale's over.

Second choice--
We let Kincaid knock over the bank.

We jump him
on the way out of town.

Which way out of town?

I hate these big cities.

What? Three.

Third choice.

We quit, find another bank.

What's wrong?
What is it?

Outlaws?

Bank!

I gotta alert the members.

Pete, you go get the marshal
and I'll--

I'll sound the alarm.

Don't run.

We give up!

Hold it! Hold it!

- Hold it right there.
- Don't shoot!

All right, step forward.
Everybody step forward.

Put your weapons on the ground.
Lay them on the ground.

This way. Hurry.

Set it up there.

We're gonna get a shot of Marshal Kurtz
capturing all the bank robbers.

All right.

Hold it.

-All right, you sidewinders, get movin'!
-Over to the jailhouse!

All right, we want to set up a shot
right in front of the town hall.

I'll never forget their faces
when they saw all those guns.

It'll be a cold day in hell...

before any outlaw even thinks
about robbin' this--

You're the committee
of the Law and Order Association.

Stand perfectly still.

Wait for me at the horses.
There's one more thing I gotta do.

Just a little bit
closer together.

If you folks will move off
just a little bit. Thank you.

Gentlemen, please.

As still as possible.

This is for the big papers
back east.

They want to see
the original committee...

and, of course,
our next governor.

All right, gentlemen.

Hold it.

How long are these buzzards
gonna stay in town?

As long as they're being paid.

They'll stay till they realize
that Jack ain't never coming back.

Never?
But he promised Lana.

Oh, right. A man don't have to
keep his word to a whore?

Someone should have told Lana that
ten years ago.

Maybe.

But she ain't gonna
hear it today.

Lana, why don't you come inside
and share a lemonade with me.

I'm just getting a breath
of fresh air away from them.

Jack's most likely waitin'
till things get a bit quieter here.

Well, of course. He can't
just ride up in broad daylight.

They'd spot him a mile away.

Honey, how many men have asked you
to ride off with them...

maybe even marry up with them?

More than I can count.

Well, start countin', darlin'...

or one day you're gonna be
standing on some dusty porch...

waitin' for a knight in shining armor
that's really just some gritty old cow--

What?

Shut up.

Shut up and drive.

Howdy, ma'am.

Kincaid gang. Huh!

Hey, Ben, relax.
Lana will be all right.

That's just a hick town.
No sheriff.

Besides, it's been two weeks.
No one's looking for us.

Yep, we did
the perfect crime, kid.

And no one
will ever know about it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did you get everything, honey?
Any problems?

Maybe.

Ben, check my supplies. Make sure
I've packed 'em nice and tight.

Newspaper got a letter.

The letter says that you were
the mastermind behind the robbery...

that you double-crossed
the Kincaid gang.

They even pointed out
your photograph.

The letter was signed
''Comanche.''

Read out that part
underneath my likeness.

Read it out loud.

''Ten-thousand dollar reward
for Mr. Lightning Jack Kane...

described by Marshal Kurtz
as meaner than a rattlesnake...

and twice as cunning.''

Oh, Ben.

Why?

Ten...

thousand dollars...

reward.

Meaner than a rattlesnake.

Twice as cunning!

Ten thousand dollars!

That's a Indian ritual.
Comanches.

We'd better get rollin'.

Every lawman in the territory's
gonna be looking for me and Ben.

Maybe every lawman
in the country.

Great.

Hey, Ben.

We're the Kane gang.
We're outlaws.

Jack, folks in town said this trail
leads through hostile Apache country.

Good.

See this?
It's a spirit bag.

Bought it
off an Apache medicine man.

That makes me a full blood brother
to the Apache.

I'm practically family.

It was only $50.

- Well, what about me and Ben?
- No problem.

This covers my whole family.

I just tell 'em
you're my wife...

and Ben's our kid.

Anyway, relax.

There ain't an Indian
within 100 miles of here.

I can tell.