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♪ [ trumpet ]

In the Old West, men often aged prematurely.

It wasn'’t unusual to see a man not yet 30

with almost a full head of gray hair.

In those days, times were difficult.

Working with a shovel or a pick,

living in a saddle could burden a man.

Like this little star.

It weighs just an ounce, yet it could seem like a...

MAN: Go for your gun, Marshal.

Pretty close, huh, Marshal?

You know, one of these days, Chet...

Aw, now, I'’d say that was just about dead even.

There'’s no such thing as "dead even" in a gunfight.

I'’m as fast as you are now. Gotta admit that.

Oh, go blow your nose.

Lew? Lew?

Oh, come on now, Lew. Face up to it.

I'’ve been throwing down on you since I was 14 years old.

I'’m ready now.Ready for what?

Well, El Paso'’s getting big, spreading out.

You could use help.

We'’ve been playing that game for eight years, ever since your father died.

Don'’t you think you'’re a little big to still be playing games?

I don'’t want to play games, Lew. I want to be your deputy.

Chet, your father was a top cattleman.

That'’s what you ought to be.Lew--

Besides, I don'’t need a deputy.

Well, you ain'’t getting any younger, Marshal.

[ scoffs ]

Well, stupid, that set about as well as hot gravy on ice cream.

What'’s this?[ chuckles ]

Well, you might at least say hello before you bite my head off.

So hello. Now, what is that?

Why, I bought it this morning at a barn auction.

It was only $2.

That'’s all I need-- a rocking chair.

Did you forget the shawl that goes with it?

What did Doc Willis say?

Oh, now, what is so terrible

about wearing a pair of innocent little glasses?

Lots of men wear glasses.

Reb, I'’m a lawman. I wear a badge.

I put those things on, people will laugh me off the street.

But, Lew, if you need them--

Reb, I don'’t want to talk about it.

Dinner'’s almost ready.

Aw, Reb, you make the best chili and beans in Texas.

What'’s for dessert?

Raw carrots?

Good for your eyes.

Never saw a nearsighted rabbit.

[ knocking on door ]

You sit.

Why, evening, Mayor.Evening, Mrs. Stone.

I'’m sorry to bust in on your dinner.

Oh, we just finished.

Coffee, Henry?Why, thank you.

A little brandy in it.Oh, that sounds friendly.

Just had a council meeting, and I wanted to get over here right away

and give you the good news.Oh?

We voted to allocate funds for you to hire a deputy.

♪♪ [ humming ]

[ both laughing ]

Lew...

Good night, Henry.

Good night, missus.Good night, Mayor.

Now, what is so downright shameful about having an assistant?

Mr. Mayberry doesn'’t try to run the bank alone.

Toomie has two helpers down at the store.

Aw, Reb, you just don'’t understand.

Yes, I do.

A woman can'’t live with a man for as long as I have

and love him without--

well, without knowing which shoe he puts on first,

or grinds his teeth in his sleep when he'’s upset about something.

I'’m part of you, Lew.

You know, sometimes,

I think if you cut yourself, I'’d bleed right along with you.

Oh, darling, I know what you'’re going through.

You feel your youth slipping away,

and you'’re afraid to let go.

But there'’s a world of difference

between being old and getting older.

Let them give you that deputy.

You know what, Reb?

You make a great bowl of chili.

CHET: Hey, Marshal.

There'’s a couple of cattle punchers breaking it up over at Mike'’s place.

Looks like it'’s gonna get out of hand.Thanks, Chet.

Missed again, Harry.

That'’s another dollar you owe me.

All right. Hold it steady, boys.

Now, you know my rules. You got three choices:

get outta town, go to jail, or Boot Hill.

You name it.

Sure, Marshal.

I guess me and old Harry here has got more than noticeable reason

for having those three choices, right, Harry?

Put the guns down easy.

Let'’s go. You know the way.

[ guns clatter softly ]Aw, we just got in, Marshal.

We been pounding beef out there for near on to three months.

It seems a crying shame to nip us in the bud the first day.

Come on. Haul it.

He just won'’t listen, Harry.

[ woman screams ]

All right. Show'’s over. Get him out of there.

Doc, look, give us a hand, will you?

Spread the word. Tell everybody you see, "Keep off the streets."

Trouble?Yeah. Over six feet of it.

[ no audible dialogue ]

There'’s trouble. Get home.

Made some cold tea.

Look at this shovel.

I just bought it a couple of years ago, and it'’s all rusty.

When it was new, it was shiny and smooth.

So shiny you could see your face in it.

Shirt'’s torn.

Ah, this is what happens to us, Reb.

After a while, we get all rusty inside.

Well, it depends.

That shovel would be as good as new

if we'’d taken good care of it,

polished it regular.

Ah, but you haven'’t changed, Reb.

You'’re just as pretty and as ornery

as you were the first day I ever met you.

[ chuckles ]

Well, I'’ve been taken a lot better care of than that shovel.

Yeah, nothing rusty about you.

Keep polishin'’.

CHET: Lew!

Charley McDaniels is here. I saw him.

Sure?Well, of course I'’m sure.

How do you know what he looks like?

I saw him on that poster you got a couple days ago.

I didn'’t even put that poster up yet. It'’s still in my desk drawer.

Well, I-I guess I was looking for a pencil or something.

Who'’s Charley McDaniels?

He'’s a killer. Wanted dead or alive

in four states and three territories.

They say he'’s killed over a dozen men. And one time in Laramie--

That'’s enough, Chet.

Lew, you can'’t go after him alone.

You might have to keep supper warm for me, Reb.

Lew,

I'’m fixin' a roast.

Dinner'’ll be ready at 6:00.

Try not to be too late.

[ dog barking, whining ]

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

[ soft clack ]

[ gunshot ]

[ body thuds ]

Everybody just stay cool and loose, with your hands where I can see '’em.

Sorry if I upset you, ma'’am.

Here. Buy yourself a pretty.

[ clicks ]

A little trouble inside, Marshal.

You oughta check on some of these faro dealers you got here.

Caught him cheating dead to rights.

So you killed him, huh, Charley?

Afraid so. You know me, huh?

That'’s what they pay me for.

You, you'’re Lew Stone.

Yeah.

I heard some talk about you too.

Same here, Charley.

I usually give a man three choices.

Yeah, I heard about that too.

Let'’s see, now.

Leave town,

go to jail, or Boot Hill.

You only got two choices.

You don'’t have the choice of leaving town.

[ chuckles ]

You ain'’t gonna start trouble now, are ya, Marshal?

You already did.

Drop your gun belt.

I got one choice that you didn'’t reckon on, Lew.

Keep coming, Charley.

Closer.

I wanna see how much guts you really have.

Closer, Charley.

This is far enough, Lew,

'’less you're figurin'’ on dancin'’ with me.

Come on, Charley.

Just a little closer.

Now you can taste the sweat of your own fear.

Come on, Charley, closer.

This is far enough, Lew.

Make your move.

Charley, I...

I wanna get something out of my shirt pocket.

All right?

Sure, Lew. Anything to oblige.

[ chuckles ]

[ laughing ]

Go on home, ya old man, '’fore you get shot up!

[ laughing continues ]

For the last time,

drop that gun belt.

[ body thuds ]

[ bell tolling ]

[ footsteps approaching ]

How'’s that roast?

[ sniffling ]

You'’re late.

[ sighs ]

[ sighs ] [ knocking on door ]

Come in.

Lew,

I just wanted to say that...

Well, I'’m sorry I'’ve been hound-dogging you the way I have.

Nobody could'’ve handled Charley McDaniels

the way you did today.

Nobody.

Go for your gun.

You'’ve always worn that holster too low.

Takes too long to clear it.

If you'’re gonna be my deputy, you'’ve gotta learn.

Yes, sir!

Now get over to the jail

and see how those two drunks are doing.

Find a badge in the--

Middle drawer on the left, under the monthly reports.

I just happened to see it when I was looking for that pencil.

[ door closes ]

[ sighs ]

Get me that shawl for my birthday.

You'’re not ready for a shawl.

Not for a long time yet.

After they buried Charley McDaniels,

other gunslingers road into El Paso,

but they had more respect for the law

and the man who wore the marshal'’s badge

and a pair of glasses.

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