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This is a mad thing to do, Jake.

You know that, don't you?

You ain't the fun-loving professor I used to know.

We could wait till tonight.

I ain't good at waitin'.

Davey?

Yeah, Jake.

Well, I'll see you Sunday, Micah.

Maybe we'll try out luck hunting up around Dutchman's Creek,

huh?

That reminds me, Hattie... those cartridges

I ordered come in yet?

Well, take a look in the back room, Micah.

The box will have your name on it.

Let's get moving, son, before you eat yourself sick.

You know, I put that candy there to build goodwill.

Surprising how much more castor oil I've been selling lately.

Take some more, Mark, just to tide you over...

Uh-uh, Hattie. That's enough.

Come on, boy.

Well, see ya next week, boys.

Bye, Hattie.

Back up, mister.

The rest of ya can bend and stay where you are.

Sure you're not making a mistake?

The bank's down the street.

It ain't no mistake, mister.

I got good reason for what I'm gonna do.

And how I'm gonna do it.

I gave you fair warning!

Look what I found.

I got me a marshal.

You done real fine, kid.

Real fine.

For once, I'm going to have the law on my side.

You own this store, ma'am?

Well, do ya?

I got use for you, too.

Everybody else... out!

Hold it.

I'm Jake Pardee.

I reckon you've heard of me?

Break your heart if I said I didn't.

I just knew you was lying through your teeth.

Take more than five years in the state pen

to make folks forget what I left them to the remember.

Times change.

I ain't changed.

I can still tree a town as easy as picking my teeth.

I'm doing it.

You don't have to impress me.

Well, now, you're mighty high headed, mister.

Maybe you ain't got enough sense to be scared?

That it?

Maybe.

There's something I want you to tell around, mister.

We're here to get food, ammunition, supplies.

I'm holding the marshal and the woman.

If anyone in this town gives us trouble,

them two is good as dead.

Now, when I'm ready to leave, we'll take 'em with us.

You stay off our trail.

When I decide it's fittin', I'll let 'em loose.

Now get out.

You're holding all the cards, mister.

Don't overplay 'em.

You know why?

Without 'em, you wouldn't be much.

Oh, you hear that pumpkin roller?

Did you hear him?

Aw, you don't care nothin' about him, Jake.

Nobody talks to me like that.

Nobody.

What are you gonna do, Pa?

It's what North Fork's going to do, son.

Pardee set himself up against the whole town.

Cool as a skunk in the moonlight.

Maybe he doesn't know that, uh, somebody wrote

a ballad about you once, Jake?

He just got to rifle out of the buttboard,

and everybody's following him down a street.

What was this whole flamboyant gesture

supposed to prove, anyway?

We shook off one posse after we broke you out of jail.

Now you've deliberately set a whole town on our back.

Jake knows what he's doing.

Please.

Spare me this fraternal idolatry...

When it may cost me my hide.

I... We could have waited till dark.

When the store was closed.

We could have been on our way without stirring up

a hornet's nest.

But no!

You!

What's his name?

Who... who?

Big fella.

Will you forget about him, Jake?

Who is he?

McCain.

Lucas McCain.

What's he, something special?

What's he do?

He's... just a rancher.

Pretty upshot for just a rancher.

Something wrong, kid?

What's the matter?

Him.

I'm trying to remember.

I remember now.

Him and that rifle.

He's got a rep, Jake.

I've been hearing about him clear down to Denver.

Is that right?

He's supposed to be faster with it

than any man with a six gun.

A lion among the sheep.

Let's load up and get going, huh, Jake?

Why?

Whatcha heard, Davey?

Oh, no.

If you have stock liquor, ma'am,

I would be obliged if you broke open a bottle.

Aw, take it easy, Jake.

You know how you are when you get liquored up.

And if it's not too much trouble,

we could stand some hot grub, too.

Don't be a fool, Jake.

Whatever food we need, we can take it with us.

That's right.

Jake, we need you.

Your daring, your nerve.

We weren't any good without you.

But I'm not going to risk my life to satisfy

any of your hare-brained whims.

Nope.

You sure ain't the fun-loving professor I used to know.

What do you hope to gain by all this?

You listen...

I'm doing things my way.

The old way!

I'm sick of being pushed into doing

what goes against my grain.

Five years sick!

Five years, a... a man can forget who he is.

After a while, he starts to wonder

if he's the same man at all.

Now, that's something I got to find out.

Then I guess we're all agreed that it's

only logical for Lucas McCain to take over for the marshal.

Well, folks, aside from forming up a posse

and hunting down Pardee, once we know Hattie and Micah are safe,

there's nothing much anybody can do.

But there must be.

Well, you name it, Mr. Welty.

Well, I don't know, exactly.

I just know how I feel, that's all.

This is my town, and...

I'm ashamed for it.

Everybody knuckling down to three measly gun toughs.

None of us are very happy about it.

But I think we can survive the humiliation.

We shouldn't have to.

Mr. Welty, one wrong move, and Hattie and Micah

will be dead a long, long time.

So we just do nothing?

We sweat it out.

Meet things as they come up.

There's something you're overlooking, Lucas.

Or maybe you don't know?

What's that, Sweeney.

Pardee held up a saloon I owned in Galveston.

He was kill crazy even then.

Long before they jailed him for life.

What makes you so sure that he's going to keep his word

about Hattie and Micah?

Well, I'm not sure.

There's just no other choice.

Any special instructions, Lucas?

You know, John, I can't figure why Pardee's

still holed up in that store.

In fact, it doesn't figure at all.

He's got something up his sleeve, you can bet.

Well, anyway, it's a cinch nobody's

going to get much sleep tonight if he's still here.

Look, folks... give the store a wide berth.

Don't anybody do anything to spook Pardee

into using his gun.

We'll just wait it out.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

Chased the frightened women till they felt his vicious breath.

The fate he had in store for them

was truly worse than death.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

Waiting's always the worst darn part of a battle.

It's the darn waitin'!

Never miss a chance to wear your old uniform,

do you, Mr. Hanneberry?

And when the waiting's over, things start poppin' fast.

Real fast.

I'm taking you over to the hotel, son.

I won't be much use to you there, Pa.

Well, you're going to bed, anyway.

Come on.

And he went on a shooting binge.

He leered down on his victims cause

he liked to see them cringe.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

One day at Peck and Pa's Saloon, he had too much to drink.

The sheriff took him by his neck and threw him in the clink.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

Jake Pardee was a highwayman.

A price was on his head.

In every town...

Must be a big, fat reward on Jake Pardee.

That mean anything to you?

I never thought about it.

What, you so well off money don't mean nothing to you?

Hm?

Someday you'll hang.

He sat in jail for five long years,

and planned and plotted 12.

He pistol-whipped the sheriff when he opened up his cell.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

You're a friend of that rifleman.

Aren't you, Marshal?

Lucas!

A couple Jackford's hands are getting

primed to bust in on Pardee and try for the reward.

I hear you two boys got some loco idea

about collecting the reward.

I think we're good enough.

Well, forget it.

Now, who are you giving orders to, mister?

Look, if you would just gambling your own lives,

I wouldn't care.

But I'm thinking about Hattie Denton and the marshal.

You ain't telling us what to do.

Take their guns away and sober 'em up, huh?

OK, Luke.

Then Jake took up where he left

off, a murderer and a thief.

Oh, for the torment that he caused...

Oh, for the tears and grief.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

Took the horses round back like you said I should, Jake.

They're all great.

You want I should do something?

Sit down.

I'm glad we're back together again, Davey boy.

So am I, Jake.

You know, maybe you got to be told what to do...

But it always gets done.

You got a big advantage over other men.

You don't have to hem and haw about

whether a thing is right or wrong, or if you can do it

or not.

That's a big advantage.

You know, ma'am, if I was to tell that boy

to tear the marshal's tongue clear out of his head,

he'd do it just like...

That.

No need to fret, ma'am.

I've got plans for Mr. Marshal.

But they'll just have to wait.

Think you're purely the devil's own delight,

don't you, Pardee?

Your season's about over.

What are you talking about?

The five years you've been locked away

could just as well have been 500.

You know, soon they'll be stuffing men

like you to put into museums.

Why don't you shut up?

And underneath they'll put up a sign...

Western bad man.

Species extinct.

So you'd better have your fun now.

You don't have much longer.

A social historian.

He's got you pegged as an anachronism.

Oh, something that's dead, but refuses to be laid to rest.

You still think I'm pretty good, don't ya, Davey boy?

You heard the piano down the street all night long.

Why do you think folks made up a song about you?

Because... because you're bigger than Sam Bass, and you're even

begin than Cole Younger.

We wouldn't be any good without you, Jake.

Them's just words, Davey boy.

Just words.

I need more than that.

SINGING He can't escape his sorry

hand, no matter how he cried.

He lived his life by violence.

Be violence he'll die.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

Yeah.

I need more than words.

Do you think he shot him, Lucas?

No, John.

That'd be like trumping his own ace.

I can still draw and cut the eyes out of a snake.

I got a lot less to lose by dying than McCain.

He knows that.

That gives me a big edge.

What in Heaven's name are you trying to prove by all this,

anyway?

What I had to prove right from the start.

That I'm still me, and nothing's changed.

His eyes were cold as ice

when he went on a shooting binge.

McCain.

He leered down on his victims

cause he liked to see them cringe.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

I'd like to talk to you, McCain.

I'm listening.

When it gets light, you and me,

we're going to have it out.

Why?

Because it suits my fancy.

That's all?

That's all.

I'd like to see how good you are with that rifle.

Now, you'll be here.

If you ain't, the marshal and the Denton woman

are going to be dead when you find 'em.

I'll be looking for ya.

There's no real point to this meeting!

We can't let Lucas stand up to this madman.

We can't ask a thing like that of anybody.

It isn't a matter of what we expect or ask, Hamilton.

Lucas knows that we're helpless.

He knows what's at stake.

I think he'll agree that this is something a man's got

to make up his own mind about.

Who else can we depend on?

It isn't fair to leave this up to Lucas!

I don't blame 'em, John.

Well, I do.

You've got a son to raise.

A rich life ahead.

There is a good reason why this should be my affair.

All right, Lucas.

I'd like to talk to Mark.

Thanks, John.

They're your friends, and...

They don't care what happens to ya?

Well, they're just being realistic, son.

But you might get killed, Pa.

How about Micah and Hattie, son?

I know, but...

But still, there must be some other way?

No, Mark. There's no other way.

Because of this.

You know, son, it wouldn't gall Jake Pardee

if I was the smartest lawyer, or the biggest rancher, or even

the richest man hereabouts.

But he can't stand to think that I

might be as fast and deadly with this as he is with a six gun.

But you never shot anyone unless you had to.

You never went looking for a fight.

Well, Pardee's not one for splitting hairs, Mark.

Look, I know how raw a deal this is for you,

but I don't know what else to do about it.

I guess it'll be this way till the land is settled,

and men don't look to their guns for survival.

Mark?

You know I don't want you to watch it, don't you?

Yeah, I know, Pa.

If anything happens, son, you can always trust John Hamilton.

He's a good friend.

He sat down to a poker game,

and when he lost his stack, he left

the winner starved for home, and shot him in the back.

Jake.

Jake Pardee.

Someday you'll hang.

I hope he doesn't come.

I pray to God he doesn't.

I'd appreciate you were quiet, ma'am.

If you kill us, you're just a dirty murderer.

Nothing to brag of.

Nothing to build your reputation up with.

You're just a dirty, cold-blooded murderer.

Jake!

Jake.

Spineless fool!

I... I had to find out, had to know.

I... I was scared they did it.

I... felt... they turned me yellow in that jail.

He can't escape his sorry

hand, no matter how he tries.

And he put on an extra noose for this.

By violence he'll die.

Jake!

Jake!

Tell me what to do!

You gotta tell me what to do!

Say something, will ya, Jake?

It's just you alone now, boy.

I gotta kill you.

That's what Jake told me to do.

I'll tell you what to do, son.

Drop that gun.

Go on, son.

Drop it.

That's the boy.

Drop the gun.

Hattie?

About time you were gettin' here, Lucas boy.

Pa!

Pa!